Chapter 1775: Joint Mediation

Ye Chen watched as the two races fought even more fiercely. They deployed attack formations, lining up on both sides of the virtual sky and bombarding each other, determined to settle their ancient enmity that night.

From all directions, more and more Qiulong and Tengshe arrived, joining the battle. They filled the skies and covered the earth.

Some were so eager that they started fighting midway, before even reaching the battlefield. Qiulong and Tengshe couldn't stand the sight of each other, turning hostile instantly and clashing on the spot.

The conflict wasn't limited to the outside; even in the major ancient cities, battles raged as they assaulted each other's strongholds, with scenes drenched in blood.

"Have I caused a catastrophe?" Ye Chen remarked meaningfully. The grand drama he had orchestrated was escalating wildly.

"Keep stirring things up. Let's drag the other races into it too." Li Changsheng held an iron basin full of meat soup, sipping it while enjoying the spectacle, truly savoring the moment.

"If the Quasi-Emperor level experts from both races join in, that's when it'll really get exciting. Ideally, they should unleash Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons and shatter the heavens and earth." Kui Niu chattered excitedly, full of enthusiasm.

No sooner had the words been spoken than the skies over the Western Desert trembled with a buzz.

From the western virtual sky, a beam of annihilating immortal light shot upward, piercing a massive hole in the sky. Its dazzling divine glow illuminated the night like daylight.

Upon closer inspection, that light came from a precious seal.

It was no ordinary seal; it was an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, radiating emperor's might. Every trace of it felt as heavy as mountains, collapsing the eternal firmament and grinding the vast universe to dust.

"Tengshe Emperor Seal." Xi Zun looked up in surprise, recognizing it as the emperor weapon of the Tengshe race.

"The Tengshe race has activated their emperor weapon. The real show is about to begin." Kui Niu and Li Changsheng rubbed their hands eagerly, their eyes gleaming.

"The Qiulong race won't back down either," Ye Chen said with a smile.

At his words, the three turned to look toward the eastern sky, where another immortal light soared, piercing through the heavens and earth.

From afar, it was a red emperor sword—more precisely, the emperor weapon of the Qiulong race, its might capable of destroying heavens and earth.

"If you want to fight, then let's war." The Qiulong Quasi-Emperor's silver robes billowed as he stood in the vast sky, roaring in anger. His voice, empowered by emperor's might, shattered the eternal blue heavens.

"No end until death." The Tengshe race Quasi-Emperor's blood-red eyes were terrifying, his form grotesque and fearsome as he stood in the void, equally dominant.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the two Quasi-Emperors activated their own emperor weapons, reviving their Extreme Dao emperor's might and sweeping out emperor path immortal light.

The two beams of emperor light—one from west to east, the other from east to west—cut sharply through the virtual sky, both carrying annihilating power as they crossed the river of time and collided.

Instantly, the heavens exploded. Centered on the point of impact, a wave of annihilating halo spread across the four directions.

This was the clash of emperor weapons against emperor weapons. Wherever the emperor's might passed, great rivers reversed, mountains collapsed, and the universe was overturned.

The emperor path duel was evenly matched, with no victor or defeat; neither could overcome the other. The Western Desert lands were left in utter ruins.

"Kill." The two Quasi-Emperors roared in fury, each gripping their emperor weapons and continuing their assault, shattering mountains and rivers.

"Cease the war." The Qiongqi race Quasi-Emperor thundered, charging into the void with his own Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon suspended above, coming to mediate.

"Take the fight elsewhere." The Taotie Quasi-Emperor's shout shook the heavens, and the Quasi-Emperors from the other races arrived as well, all carrying their emperor weapons.

"This doesn't concern you; get out of the way." The Tengshe Quasi-Emperor snorted coldly, showing no respect and pressing on aggressively.

"Today, I'll make the Tengshe race's blood flow like a river." The Qiulong Quasi-Emperor bellowed, ignoring the pleas and driving his Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon.

Another massive collision erupted, unleashing destructive forces that swept through the Western Desert, as if doomsday had arrived.

Annihilating thunder obscured the skies and blanketed the earth.

The clash of emperor weapons was on a level beyond comprehension, with illusions and phenomena intertwining in pure destruction.

"Kill." As the two Quasi-Emperors battled, the experts from both races didn't hold back, roaring and plunging into a chaotic melee.

Secret techniques clashed against secret techniques, bodies tore at bodies, and formations bombarded formations, causing the heavens to crack and the earth to split repeatedly.

All were ancient primordial races. Your side has Quasi-Emperors, and so does mine. Your race has Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons—what makes you think we don't?

It was truly no end until death, from Quasi-Emperors down to Saints; no one backed down. They fought fiercely—who was afraid of whom?

Overlooking the skies, it was a mess of chaotic battle circles.

Fresh blood stained the heavens and soaked the earth. The pure land of the Western Desert had become a bloody hell, with rolling blood mist surging.

"Damned fools." The Quasi-Emperors of the other six races all wore ferocious expressions.

They had agreed to ally and capture Chen Ye, but now everything was in chaos. Why start this mess and even deploy emperor weapons? Why not just drop dead?

Chen Ye hadn't been caught, yet their own alliance had fallen apart.

They knew the two races had grudges, but picking a fight now? Was this deliberate obstruction?

"Force them to stop." Growing angrier by the second, the Qiongqi Quasi-Emperor snorted coldly and charged into the sky, intervening forcefully.

"Cease the war." The Quasi-Emperors of the other five races followed suit, stepping into the virtual sky with their emperor weapons held high, exuding immense presence.

At the sight, the experts from the five races stopped spectating and rushed into the battle circles, joining forces to mediate and urge the two races to halt.

"This doesn't concern you; scram." Both the Tengshe and Qiulong races cursed loudly, refusing to listen and continuing to fight as before.

They were all bloodthirsty now, impossible to pull apart. Even if separated, they'd clash again in the next instant, fighting with reckless abandon.

"You don't know your place, so we'll beat some sense into you. Beat them until they're done."

"If you won't listen to reason, then we'll fight until you do."

The two races' refusal to back down and disregard for the bigger picture made the six races' Quasi-Emperors explode with rage, all thundering in fury.

The Tengshe and Qiulong were already hot-tempered, but now the other six were provoked too. They banded together, aiming to cripple the two races.

All were primordial beasts, inherently violent. Once they started, they couldn't stop, not caring who was who anymore. They were done tolerating this behavior—fight if you want, and we'll make it hurt.

Well then! What was meant to be joint mediation had devolved into a free-for-all, turning the two races' conflict into an eight-race brawl.

Eight races, eight emperor weapons, over a dozen Quasi-Emperors, and nearly ten million cultivators—all tangled together in utter chaos.

The once pure land was enveloped in blood mist and primordial aura, the melee horrifically intense, even Great Saints unable to stay out of it.

Roars, howls, screams, and shouts blended into one, echoing across the entire Western Desert. Ancient war chariots shook the heavens, and the realms trembled in the extreme disorder.

"This must be some serious grudge!" Watching the external chaos, Li Changsheng set down his soup, mouth agape.

"I've always heard my old man say that the primordial races are incredibly fierce in battle, but none too bright. Seeing it today, it's spot on." Kui Niu remarked meaningfully.

"It's common to see the primordial races bullying the realms, but this is the first time witnessing a primordial civil war." Xi Zun sighed, unable to help but click his tongue.

"Seems like... I don't need to stir things up anymore." In the spatial realm, Ye Chen coughed dryly. He had a pile of plans yet to implement, but the eight races had already erupted into conflict. It was a genuine surprise—even he hadn't anticipated such smooth progress.

The Western Desert was in turmoil, and so was its edge. Hearing the massive commotion, the human cultivators of the realms perked up their ears.

"Is all that noise inside because the primordial races found Chen Ye?" A young cultivator scratched his head, peering into the distance.

"With Extreme Dao emperor's might and more than one emperor weapon, they probably have." An elder cultivator pondered.

As they spoke, someone stumbled out of the Western Desert, disheveled and scrambling in panic, as if they had witnessed something terrifying.

The human cultivators swarmed around, chattering away. "Has Chen Ye been captured?"

"Captured? No, the eight primordial races are fighting among themselves in there. No idea why, but it just erupted into chaos."

"The eight great races, eight emperor weapons, over a dozen Quasi-Emperors, and nearly ten million cultivators—it's all a massive jumble."

At this, the surrounding human cultivators were stunned, exchanging glances with expressions full of astonishment.