Two Realms: I Will Become the Immortal Emperor

ROAR—

The mountaintop, swarming with ghostly figures, transformed into a Ghost Realm in an instant.

Among the crowd, Wu Derong, who had been filled with despair, now felt his blood boil with excitement.

As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, just participating in the siege of a Golden Core True Master was something to be proud of, let alone a Golden Core as famous as Chen Che. After all, beings of such high status rarely appeared alone in such a den of wolves.

And after this battle, the Ten Thousand Gods Sect would make a name for itself.

In fact, he wasn't the only one who thought so. This was the battle that would make the Ten Thousand Gods Sect famous!

Fame would be forged in this one battle!

"Kill!"

The cries of "kill" shook the heavens.

The various Evil Cultivators, who had previously been somewhat divided, had ironically become more united because of this unexpected turn of events. But reality quickly delivered a rude awakening, showing them exactly why Chen Che dared to claim he could wipe out the Ten Thousand Gods Sect with just three people!

RUMBLE—

The Mountain God Temple grounds were only a few acres in size. With four or five hundred Evil Cultivators attacking at once, the area was so crowded it was hard to even dodge. And that wasn't even counting the four Golden Core True Masters and an Elder from the Star-Picking Sect at the forefront.

Seeing this, Lei Boyong and his sister fell even deeper into despair.

'An assault of this magnitude… I fear not many Golden Core True Masters could withstand it,' they thought.

"Go!"

But with a soft cry, the gourd wreathed in violet lightning suddenly released a purple radiance. The sky-blotting barrage of attacks seemed to lose control.

In a single instant, many of the Evil Cultivators felt their Magic, Talismans, and even Magical Artifacts being drawn in by a terrifying force. No matter how they activated their True Essence, they couldn't resist it.

Their Divine Sense flared with pain as they could only watch helplessly while their Magic and Magical Artifacts were stripped away. The attacks spun uncontrollably in mid-air before being swallowed by the Gourd like a whale drinking the ocean.

Chen Che's domineering Magical Artifact made the scalps of the Evil Cultivators tingle with fear.

But before they could even process their shock, the scene that followed struck terror into their hearts.

Pei Chu thrust out a ghostly hand. Before it even landed, it had already swelled to hundreds of feet in size, its surface covered in scales. This palm wasn't formed from True Essence but was a condensed part of his ghostly body, making it, to some extent, no weaker than that of a Body Cultivator.

Seeing that Chen Che had summoned his Gourd to defend against the crowd's attacks but had left himself open, Pei Chu didn't feel slighted. Instead, he saw it as a golden opportunity.

His clawed hand closed in, aiming to envelop his target.

At that very moment, Chen Che gripped his Ruyi Wind and Thunder Sword in a reverse hold and drew it forward with sudden force.

SHIIING—

Listen to the sword's song.

The next instant, a deafening explosion erupted from the Mountain God Temple!

BOOM—

The sword struck head-on. Power surged through Chen Che's body, his spine rolling like a great dragon as he whipped the blade out. It looked like a desperate counter under Pei Chu's claw, but that couldn't be further from the truth.

As the sword was unleashed, its light blazed like a glorious sun, too dazzling to look at directly.

The longsword split the void. It moved so fast that, to the onlookers, it seemed to slice open the very space of this world. Immense Sword Qi swept out, roiling the air and surging for miles in an instant, like a Silver Dragon appearing from nowhere.

Pei Chu's descending giant claw was torn apart by the blade's edge in an instant, and his entire right arm was shredded along with it.

WHOOSH!

The Sword Momentum didn't falter, carving a massive gash into the ground.

The mark was an inch wide and bottomlessly deep, stretching from Chen Che's feet to the edge of the horizon. Wherever the sword scar passed, it cleaved a vacuum through the packed crowd of Evil Cultivators, splashing a glaring trail of crimson across the ground.

Now that he had acted, there was no possibility of holding back.

The reason Chen Che had wasted so much time talking with Pei Chu and Gongyang Shuo was to plan a strategy with Xiao Chan and Chen Xi. After all, while crippling the Ten Thousand Gods Sect was easy, wiping them all out in one go was a bit more difficult.

However, no matter what, these few Golden Core True Masters were the top priority.

Chen Che would lead the attack; Xiao Chan would handle the defense.

WHOO—

Almost simultaneously, Xiao Chan waved his hand. A black Soul-Calling Banner rose into the wind, whipping loudly as countless Yin Ghosts poured out. Like a black spring, they swirled before the group, forming a semicircular Black Shield.

"Xiao Chan?"

Gongyang Shuo's and Song Yuanxing's pupils contracted. They instantly recognized the true identity of 'Hermit Fushan'.

But in a battle between Golden Core True Masters, to strike was to fight to the death. They wouldn't hold back just because their opponent had changed. On the contrary, upon learning they were facing such a notoriously famous 'Evil Cultivator', their attacks became even more vicious.

"Haha, you have a Soul-Calling Banner, but with so few Divine Souls..."

Gongyang Shuo laughed loudly. He clenched his fist, and a million ghosts converged into a ferocious, giant skeletal beast that lunged forward to devour them.

Song Yuanxing didn't speak, but he put another thirty percent of his power into his attack. With a turn of his hand, countless Flying Swords twisted and gathered. Enveloped in Sword Qi, they formed a Sword Dragon. The attacks of the remaining two Golden Core True Masters also quickly slammed into the Black Shield.

DONG!

The sound was like thunder, the impact like a lightning strike.

It felt like a century, yet also like a single moment. An immense wave of Strong Qi blasted out in all directions, sweeping across the land for miles. Countless towering ancient trees on the mountaintop were instantly torn to shreds and turned to dust.

The few Evil Cultivators who were too close were instantly shredded by the Strong Qi, while those further away were sent flying. For a moment, it was as if everyone had gone deaf, with only the RUSHING sound of the wind in their ears.

Without even trying to get up, everyone immediately looked forward.

They saw that the ground around Chen Che's group had been blasted away, forming a crater-like depression. Yet the few feet of land directly beneath them remained completely unscathed. The combined attack of four Golden Core True Masters had failed to break the Black Shield!

"What?"

Gongyang Shuo couldn't believe his eyes.

But how could he have known?

Xiao Chan's Soul-Calling Banner might not have many Yin Ghosts, but that didn't mean they were weak. Inside it were the Divine Souls of dozens of Golden Core True Masters, including Ye Yuanji, Yu Zhen, Fan Sulan, and Guang Hui.

The number of Foundation Establishment Cultivators was simply countless.

In terms of Divine Soul quality, how could he even be compared to Gongyang Shuo, who filled his Soul-Calling Banner with mortals? The difference was more than just several-fold.

"Run!"

The first exchange immediately revealed who was superior.

The Ten Thousand Gods Sect was clearly at a disadvantage. The previously fanatical Evil Cultivators felt as though a basin of cold water had been dumped on them, instantly realizing the gap in power between the two sides. Without a second thought, some of them turned and fled.

Wu Derong was among them.

'We had the advantage in numbers and still couldn't gain the upper hand,' he thought. 'What will happen when they counter-attack?'

Even if they weren't afraid to die, by the time they managed to take down the three of them, few members of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect would be left. He didn't even bother to grab his most beloved disciple. With a flick of his great robe, he fled down the mountain.

"Master!"

Zhao Sheng almost cursed out loud. He also tried to get up and run.

But just as the word left his lips, a fierce wind howled past.

Chen Xi had made her move.

BOOM—

Two Hundred-Eyed Marsh Dragon Puppets shot out from behind the Black Shield, spiraling rapidly. They grazed past Zhao Sheng's scalp, and before his terrified eyes, they caught up to his fleeing master and swallowed him in one gulp.

CRUNCH!

A tremendous sound echoed, but there wasn't even a scream!

WHOOSH!

Then came another hurricane of wind. Before Zhao Sheng's despairing eyes, a Giant Roc Puppet spread its massive wings and descended upon the mountaintop like a Fierce Beast. Screams rang out one after another. To mere Foundation Establishment Evil Cultivators, these Golden Core Puppets were like tigers let loose in a flock of sheep!

Behind the trio, Lei Boyong and his sister were dumbfounded, frozen in shock.

Just moments ago, they had been preparing for their own deaths.

"Chen Che!"

All of this sounds like it took a long time, but in reality, it happened in the span of four or five breaths. Watching his Evil Cultivator forces get utterly routed, Pei Chu let out a furious roar. "I'll take your life—"

RIP!

He took a single step, and his Daoist Robe instantly burst apart, revealing a terrifying body that was powerfully built, pitch-black, and covered in Scale Armor. In the blink of an eye, the sagely old man was gone, replaced by a red-haired mountain demon with a green face and sharp fangs.

His Duster swirled with flowing light and transformed into a Ghost Head Trident.

This was Pei Chu's true form.

Moreover, since this was the headquarters of the 'Ten Thousand Gods Alliance,' there was a reason for it being so—

"ROAR!"

As Pei Chu pointed with his Ghost Head Trident, a black shadow shot out from every ancient tree and every peak on the mountain. These shadows were the mortals and Cultivators who had once died in this place.

They had been hidden here by Pei Chu using a Secret Technique, which had even allowed them to evade the Divine Sense of Chen Che's group.

Now that they were mobilized, they formed a well-trained army of Yin Spirits!

And Pei Chu himself gripped the Ghost Head Trident and thrust it forward.

BOOM—!!

Ghost Cultivation was just one system of Cultivation; like other Cultivators, their methods of attack were varied and ever-changing. However, this Pei Chu might have once been a mortal soldier or general buried here, as he had mastered a military-style attack method similar to that of a Body Cultivator.

This trident thrust seemed casual, yet it carried immense weight.

As it descended, it was like a landslide, a tsunami, the very sky falling!

But, the one thing Chen Che feared least was this type of Body Cultivator. With a wave of his right hand, the Thunder Jade Gourd in mid-air shot spinning toward Pei Chu.

"Get lost!"

Pei Chu, of course, was no fool. He knew that for his opponent to use the Gourd at this moment, the treasure must be extraordinary.

So, far from underestimating it, he took it very seriously. With a shake of his Trident, the sky-blotting Yin Soul Fiend Ghosts swirled around it, layering and intertwining with one another.

At first, the Trident was only seventy or eighty feet long, but by the time it reached the Thunder Jade Gourd, it had swelled to a thousand feet.

In everyone's eyes, the Gourd was barely half a person's height. It looked like a praying mantis beneath the collapsing Tai Mountain, destined to be crushed in an instant.

But the result was the complete opposite.

BOOM!

A colossal, shattering explosion rang out.

The Trident in Pei Chu's hands shattered in an instant, and the Gourd, its momentum unchecked, slammed directly into his chest. With a loud BANG, before the horrified eyes of countless Evil Cultivators, the body of the future master of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect was smashed to pieces by the Gourd.

The Gourd landed lightly on the ground, yet its impact made the entire mountain tremble violently, causing many people to be jolted into the air.

The entire mountain couldn't even bear the Gourd's weight. To everyone's disbelief, there was a deafening CRACK like something rotten being crushed. The mountain split in two, the crack originating from where the Gourd had landed.

This newly modified Gourd had killed the future master of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect in a single blow.