Chapter 1779: A Lively Atmosphere

As soon as the realm seal was lifted, a muffled boom echoed from the void. The Zhun Di of the Eight Clans, who were charging forward, instinctively looked up.

Not just them – all the Honghuang people present, including Yan Tian Laozu and the four Zhun Di from Shang Shan, couldn't help but tilt their heads skyward.

At the sight, everyone was utterly shocked, their faces draining of color.

They saw the empty sky suddenly fill with fog without any wind, strands intertwining and weaving into thick, dark clouds. Lightning tore through them like writhing serpents, streaking in all directions.

The vast starry sky was shrouded in darkness in an instant.

An ancient thunderclap rang out abruptly, as if from a distant era, crossing through eons of history. It carried an irresistible majesty and a devastating pressure that made hearts tremble with terror.

"Tian Jie, it's the Tian Jie," Yan Tian Laozu shouted suddenly.

"Who's triggering it?" the Eight Clans' Zhun Di thundered in fury.

What the hell was this situation? With nearly ten million cultivators here, triggering a Tian Jie now – did they plan to drag everyone into it?

"It's him, it's him, it's Ye Chen crossing it," the old dog from Shang Shan pointed directly at Ye Chen, as if he had seen through it.

At those words, all eyes turned collectively to Ye Chen.

Indeed, Ye Chen's cultivation had already broken through the Sheng Ren bottleneck and entered the Zhun Sheng Wang level. Only after crossing the Tian Jie would he truly advance.

"So many people, let's make it lively! I love the excitement," Ye Chen shrugged, flashing a set of pearly white teeth.

"Damn you," the Eight Clans' Zhun Di were so angry they nearly spat blood.

Only then did they understand what Ye Chen meant earlier by "lively lively" – one person crossing the Tian Jie while nearly ten million others were pulled in. What an enormous spectacle; it was lively indeed.

"Destroy him," Yan Tian Laozu snorted coldly, unleashing a palm that covered the sky, with secret techniques forming in its center as it descended on Ye Chen.

He was clever about it – if he could kill Ye Chen before the Tian Jie descended, the tribulation would dissipate with his death, avoiding the mess of millions being dragged in.

"Kill!" The four Zhun Di from Shang Shan and the Eight Clans' experts all struck together, unleashing divine abilities, magical tools, and killing formations that blanketed the sky toward Ye Chen, aiming to obliterate him instantly.

Ye Chen sneered – he wasn't about to stand there and get wiped out. He had prepared for this.

He had already locked onto a Da Sheng Gui Ji. Before the onslaught could land, he activated his Yi Tian Huan Di, swapping positions with it.

He escaped, but that Gui Ji was in for a world of misery.

The Gui Ji had no idea what hit it, getting blasted head-on and turning into a mist of blood in an instant. Even its Yuan Shen was obliterated. The experts failed to kill Ye Chen but ended up wiping out one of their own.

"Damn it," the experts roared in rage and continued their assault on Ye Chen.

But Ye Chen was no fool – he fought when he could win and ran when he couldn't. How could he give them a chance to finish him off?

In mere moments, he had swapped positions with seven or eight others and bolted far away, out of the kill zone.

With the Tian Jie boosting him, even the ultimate Dao Di Bing seals were useless. He could use Yi Tian Huan Di freely, slipping away like a ghost.

He ran fast, and they chased just as quickly, but he was like a slippery eel, impossible to catch. Not only did they fail, but they also ended up decimating their own ranks in droves.

"Fools, a bunch of fools. If you've got the guts, catch me!"

Ye Chen yelled back as he fled, cursing at the top of his lungs with the swagger of a king.

The experts wanted to end him and stop the heavenly punishment, but he wasn't stupid. He just needed to hold out, and everything would be fine.

So what if they had ultimate Dao Di Bing? Did they dare use it?

If they activated it, they'd be pulled into the Tian Jie too – that would be even more absurd. Not only couldn't they use it, they had to hide it quickly. A Tian Jie for ultimate Dao Di Bing was no joke.

"Retreat, retreat now!" Seeing they couldn't kill Ye Chen quickly, Yan Tian Laozu bellowed and was the first to flee.

The Eight Clans' Zhun Di did the same, grabbing their people and bolting wildly, stowing their Dao Di Bing and hiding themselves.

The Tian Jie was about to descend – if they were slow, they'd be dragged in, and the consequences would be dire. From the power of this tribulation, it was clearly no ordinary one; it was divine punishment.

Looking down from above, the sea of figures scattered in all directions.

In their panic, some ran so fast they collided, smashing their heads and drawing blood. Many plummeted from the sky, scrambling up only to keep running, tumbling as they went.

With a massive boom, the Tian Jie descended, wave after wave like silver waterfalls pouring from the nine heavens.

"Now, it's my turn." Ye Chen stopped running. The one who had been chased was now the pursuer.

The Tian Jie was overwhelmingly dominant, an indiscriminate attack.

Everyone in this realm – whether from Honghuang or human cultivators, Zhun Di or Da Sheng, men or women – as long as they were in the Tian Jie's range, was involuntarily pulled in.

The scene was gruesome. Countless cultivators with low cultivation and weak foundations were reduced to ash in a single strike.

Even many Da Sheng-level experts weren't spared.

The Tian Jie was fair in its way – Sheng Ren levels got Sheng Ren tribulations, Da Sheng levels got Da Sheng tribulations.

"Retreat, retreat now!" the Eight Clans' Zhun Di howled at the top of their lungs.

No need for reminders; the Eight Clans' people were already fleeing faster than rabbits. The Tian Jie was too ferocious – if they were slow, they might as well head straight to the underworld.

"Run, where do you think you're running?" Ye Chen joined the chase, fully embracing his shameless style, heading straight for the densest crowds.

He was fine going there, but the problem was, wherever he went, the Tian Jie followed, moving with him.

Wails erupted, sharp and piercing, as people were blasted everywhere in droves. Many were vaporized on the spot.

Some with tough bodies could endure it, but under the Tian Jie, they were still scorched and mangled, their skin splitting and bodies smoking, even carrying the smell of cooked meat.

It was lively now – ten million people in the tribulation made the Xi Mo realm a spectacle.

It wasn't just a few lightning bolts; it was endless storms of thunder, intertwining and forming a ocean of lightning that covered a hundred thousand li of sky and shrouded a million li of earth.

The booms shook heaven and earth, echoing across the four seas and eight wastelands.

Xi Mo trembled, and even the Xuan Huang Star Sea churned with massive waves.

Those on the edges of Xi Mo, hearing the thunder, exchanged bewildered glances, clueless about the chaos inside.

"Tian Jie, it's the Tian Jie," Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren gazed into the void from afar.

The distance was too great for his vision to penetrate, but the aura of the Tian Jie was unmistakable.

"Tian Jie?" Everyone present felt their hearts skip a beat, their bodies trembling and faces paling.

They knew there were nearly ten million from the Honghuang great clans inside. If someone was crossing a Tian Jie, the scene would be unimaginably grand.

"Who the hell is it? Eating too much and bored enough to trigger this now?" someone grumbled. "No wonder the commotion is so huge."

"No need to say – it has to be Chen Ye," another said excitedly. "Triggering the Tian Jie like this is brilliant, taking the Honghuang along for the ride."

"Impressive!" The fishing old man, a Zhun Di, sighed in admiration. "Compared to stirring up an internal war among the Eight Clans, this move is even more straightforward."

"Brilliantly done." The young Tian Jiao like Long Jie Xiao Yuan Huang couldn't help but clap and cheer. "Daring to drag the Honghuang Eight Clans into a Tian Jie together – who else but him?"

"You all must have forgotten about Ye Chen," Nan Di said with a shake of his head and a laugh.

"Get lost! We're in a good mood – don't bring up sad things," the group scolded. "Once this Tian Jie is over, we'll go to Da Chu to mourn at the grave and let Ye Chen enjoy the excitement too."

"Let's go in and see." Jiu Xiao Zhen Ren stepped into Xi Mo, followed closely by Chi Yang Zi and the old man Zhun Di.

Not just them, many reclusive old Zhun Di also entered Xi Mo. It wasn't to capture Ye Chen for a bounty but to witness the massive scene – nearly ten million people crossing a Tian Jie together was a rare sight in the world.

Most importantly, those being dragged in were the Honghuang Eight Clans.

How could they miss such a great show? They needed to record it with memory crystals and keep it for later.

"Let's check it out." A group of Da Sheng-level veterans and some bold juniors, like Long Jie and Nan Di, swarmed in. With the Honghuang Eight Clans busy dodging the Tian Jie, they had no time to cause trouble.

More and more people poured in, one wave after another.

From Nan Yu, Zhong Zhou, and Bei Yue, they came, even bringing their own transmission domain gates. They were going all out just to watch the spectacle.