Chapter 810: Ten Supremes

Lord of Weirdness! Lord of Reincarnation!

Plus the Lord of Omen, Lord of Calamity, Lord of Finality, Lord of Devouring, Lord of Souls, and Lord of Void who were already fighting on the battlefield, and counting the Lord of Darkness dragged down by Heavenly Emperor Xuan in the Dark Main Road, and the Lord of Extinction dragged down by the God-Demon Immortal Venerable in the Extinction Main Road.

The Ten Primordial Supremes of the No Return Road had all struck!

This was a situation extremely rare even in the countless World-Ending Calamities of the past!

In those World-Ending Calamities that made the living beings of the Heavens and Myriad Realms talk about them with fear, usually only three or four Primordial Supremes striking was enough to push the Heavens and Myriad Realms to the edge of destruction.

The scale of all Ten Primordial Supremes moving out like this time had perhaps only happened a few times in the history of the Heavens and Myriad Realms.

And each of those times, it left behind countless tragic legends and painful historical lessons.

"Lord of Weirdness... Lord of Reincarnation... you have finally come."

The Lord of Omen spoke, his voice still indifferent, but his tone carried a trace of undisguised respect, which was extremely rare among experts at the Half-step Transcendent level.

As Primordial Supremes, he used an equal tone with the Lord of Finality, the Lord of Devouring, and the Lord of Souls, but only toward the Lord of Weirdness and the Lord of Reincarnation did his tone have a trace of respect. "With the two of you sitting in command, there is no suspense about the outcome of this battle."

"Hehe." The Lord of Finality also squeezed out a rare smile on his aged face, nodding slightly while leaning on his grey wooden staff, his voice full of relieved certainty, "Indeed. Reincarnation, Weirdness—this time, I would like to see what other trump cards the Heavens and Myriad Realms have to block us. In the last battle, Heavenly Emperor Xuan and the God-Demon old man ruined our good deeds. This time, those two are entangled by Darkness and Extinction and cannot spare themselves; I want to see who else can come to save them!"

The Lord of Devouring let out a low laugh, the sound of chewing bones coming from his abyss-like giant mouth, as if he were already tasting the feast after the extinction of the Heavens and Myriad Realms.

The Lord of Souls did not speak, but the ghostly light on his semi-transparent spirit body flowed more brightly, the killing intent of the soul path already re-locked onto the injured Half-step Transcendents of the Heavens and Myriad Realms on the battlefield.

The Lord of Void was still in his "as if there, as if not" posture, but his position had silently moved to an extremely fatal angle, sealing the Primordial Dragon Ancestor's possible paths of retreat.

The Ten Primordial Supremes, eight of whom were currently appearing on the battlefield.

Lord of Omen, Lord of Calamity, Lord of Finality, Lord of Devouring, Lord of Souls, Lord of Void, Lord of Weirdness, Lord of Reincarnation—eight Half-step Transcendents!

Plus the Lord of Darkness and the Lord of Extinction, who were entangled with the other two Supremes of the Heavens and Myriad Realms, although not on this battlefield—all ten were out!

Looking at the side of the Heavens and Myriad Realms—Ye Zhetian, Ye Beichen, Dust Emperor, Lord of Order, Lord of Cows, Primordial Dragon Ancestor—six Half-step Transcendents.

Six against eight.

The gap in numbers became extremely disparate after the descent of the Lord of Reincarnation and the Lord of Weirdness.

What was even more fatal was that these two newly descended Primordial Supremes were not ordinary Half-step Transcendents.

They were ruthless characters who could be called the absolute peak even among Half-step Transcendents!

The Lord of Reincarnation wielded two major Epoch Heavy Weapons, the Six Paths Reincarnation Wheel and the Undying Reincarnation Tower; his strength was enough to suppress ordinary Half-step Transcendents.

The Lord of Weirdness wielded the Weird Origin; his power surpassed the scope of common sense and cognition, forcing all living beings fighting him to divide their attention to resist that omnipresent Weird erosion.

"Primordial... this is going to be bad..."

Ye Zhetian perceived this cruel reality for the first time.

His Zhetian Laws fluctuated violently, his golden eyes sweeping across the battlefield, instantly seeing through the fatal point of the situation.

The Lord of Weirdness and the Lord of Void had simultaneously locked onto the Primordial Dragon Ancestor's path of retreat, the auras of the two Primordial Supremes like two invisible giant hands, completely sealing that space-time.

And the Primordial Dragon Ancestor's previous entanglement with the Lord of Void had already consumed too much origin; now facing two existences of the same rank—one of whom was the Lord of Weirdness—his situation was already in imminent danger.

He wanted to go and rescue, but the Lord of Omen was in front, dead-set on entangling every bit of his power.

The battle between the Lord of Order and the Lord of Souls was still in a stalemate, but the Lord of Souls was only restraining him; what was truly fatal was—the Lord of Reincarnation's Six Paths Reincarnation Wheel was already slowly rotating behind him.

The Primordial Dragon Ancestor also perceived all of this.

The Space-Time River entrenched in those ancient dragon eyes surged violently, every dragon scale standing up like a great enemy.

"Sure enough, this time, even these two couldn't help but appear."

The Primordial Dragon Ancestor's voice was deep like an ancient dragon bell, his dragon roar mixed with a trace of bitterness and realization that could not be concealed.

He knew the weight of the Lord of Weirdness and the Lord of Reincarnation.

In the countless great tribulations of the past, these two rarely struck simultaneously—because usually, they didn't need to strike, and the other Primordial Supremes were enough to crush the Heavens and Myriad Realms.

And once these two descended simultaneously, it meant that the No Return Road was truly, without reservation, coming out in full force this time.

"Truly coming out in full force..." The Lord of Order's voice was low and solemn, a hundred billion Order Divine Chains slowly rotating around him, the silver-white Order Light blocking the soul power eroded by the Lord of Souls outside his body.

But his brows were tightly locked, because he knew very well—six against eight, this disparate gap in numbers could no longer be made up for by "will" and "fighting spirit."

Especially at the Half-step Transcendent level, each one was an extremely heaven-defying existence, each with their own unique supreme Dao.

"The defense line... might completely collapse."

The Lord of Order muttered, a trace of wavering appearing in his voice for the first time.

It was not that he was afraid of death—he had lived for endless years and had long since looked past life and death.

But he was afraid that if he died, the Order Clan would lose its final protection, and the law system of the Heavens and Myriad Realms would completely collapse.

What he feared most was failing the trillions of living beings who had placed their hope in him.

"What is to be done? Is there still a miracle..."

The Dust Emperor sighed lightly, the Red-Dust Dao Map withering and dying on a large scale under the gaze of the Lord of Finality's Eye of Finality.

He could feel that the Lord of Reincarnation's Six Paths Reincarnation Wheel had already locked onto this battlefield.

Once the Lord of Reincarnation found the best opportunity to strike, the battle situation would instantly collapse.

Silence. A short, suffocating silence.

In this silence, Ye Beichen's eyes, which looked past life and death and were unrestrained and flamboyant, slowly swept over every Half-step Transcendent of the Heavens and Myriad Realms on the battlefield.

He saw that Ye Zhetian's Heavenly Emperor Cauldron, while still brilliant, had fine cracks in the golden radiance that were clearly visible.

He saw the withering speed of the Dust Emperor's Red-Dust Dao Map accelerating.

He saw that among the hundred billion Order Divine Chains of the Lord of Order, tens of billions had already been corroded by soul power until they were dim and lusterless.

He saw the shocking wounds under the dragon scales of the Primordial Dragon Ancestor, the golden dragon blood dripping into the Space-Time River, stirring up pieces of steaming golden mist.

Then, he smiled.

"Hehe, it's been so long, my bones were just itching."

The arc hooked at the corner of Ye Beichen's mouth was still as unrestrained and flamboyant as ever, as if opposite him were not eight Primordial Supremes, but a long-awaited reunion of old friends, "If they want to battle, then accompany them to battle. Even if we battle until the seas dry and the rocks rot, until the end of time, what of it?"

His voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples in the hearts of every Half-step Transcendent of the Heavens and Myriad Realms.

Ye Zhetian looked at each other with him, seeing the familiar fighting spirit and determination in his old friend's eyes, and also completely pinching out the trace of hesitation in his own heart.

The Dust Emperor took a deep breath, the withering speed of the Red-Dust Dao Map suddenly slowing down—under the inspiration of that determination, the myriad red-dust reignited with unyielding flames.

The Lord of Order's hundred billion Order Divine Chains simultaneously emitted even more brilliant silver-white radiance.

The Primordial Dragon Ancestor let out a dragon roar toward the sky that shook eons; there was no more bitterness in that roar, only pure, undying fighting spirit!

They all knew the true meaning of Ye Beichen's words—since there is no retreat, then battle!

Battle to the last moment, battle until the last drop of blood is shed, battle until this epoch is completely ended or welcomes a new birth!

"Beichen is right." Ye Zhetian said in a deep voice, his voice like a Heavenly Emperor's judgment, shaking the universe, "Regardless, we are going to have an unimaginable fierce battle. But the Ye Clan, from ancient times to the present, has never feared a fierce battle."

"Then battle!" The Dust Emperor laughed loudly, his cyan robe fluttering in the wind.

"Battle!" The word spat out from the Lord of Order's mouth was like the final judgment of the Heavenly Dao laws.

"Battle!" The Primordial Dragon Ancestor's dragon roar shattered large sections of space-time.

"Battle!" The Lord of Cows' roar directly shattered a devouring vortex released by the Lord of Devouring.

The six Half-step Transcendents of the Heavens and Myriad Realms, at the same moment, threw all hesitation, all concerns, and all fear of death to the nine heavens.

All that remained was pure fighting spirit.

That determination to rather die than not bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh, to rather perish than let the enemy have an easy time!

The battle erupted suddenly! ===== CHAPTER 811 =====