Chapter 830

Chapter 830: Unity of the Three Realms (End of the Book)

"You’ve reincarnated for ten thousand years, and the Demon God Emperor Ye Kun has been sealed for the same time. Do you truly believe your combined strength can still rival mine?" Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu roared with laughter, his voice thundering across the Three Realms, with lightning crackling everywhere.

The Demon God Emperor stepped forward, his aura surging again. His body cracked and expanded to ten zhang in height—a true demon god manifesting.

"Hong Wu, you couldn’t defeat me back then. Did sealing me for ten thousand years make you think you’d win now? How childish."

"Ye Kun, you actually believe I was weaker than you? How arrogant! In our battles over the past hundred thousand years, I only lost by half a move. But recall ten thousand years ago—did I ever lose even once? I let you grow complacent. And Ye Yun, the so-called Sage of Wisdom? His strength lies in intellect, not raw power. How could he compare to us? Today, you’ve come to my Celestial Palace—my domain. Every ounce of power here bends to my will. Do you still think victory is possible?" Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu sneered coldly.

"Let’s see," the Demon God Emperor Ye Kun growled, his demonic energy swirling with unmatched ferocity.

Ye Yun smiled faintly. "Hong Wu, your arrogance blinds you. This realm isn’t yours alone—it belongs to all living beings. You think controlling the Celestial Palace guarantees victory? But do you know the Hongmeng Ball can harness all forces of heaven and earth—spiritual energy, mortal wills, even the weakest strength of an ant. Still confident in your odds?"

Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu stiffened, glaring at the Hongmeng Ball in Ye Yun’s palm. "So you’ve mastered its full power. Damn you!"

Snapping his finger, a pillar-like light beam shot toward Ye Yun. Instead of blocking, Ye Yun sidestepped. The beam tore through the Celestial Palace, obliterating the void in its path, leaving a gap that took hours to heal.

Such was the Heavenly Emperor’s might.

"Heavenly Fist!"

Hong Wu threw a punch—simple, direct, devoid of flair. Yet to the Demon God Emperor, it carried the weight of the Dao itself. A strike blending cosmic law and primal force, unstoppable.

"Ten Thousand Demon Palm!"

Ye Kun roared, striking back with a palm engulfed in evil intent and countless demonic shadows.

*Boom!*

Their attacks collided with a deafening crash, yet no shockwave followed. At their cultivation level, force was controlled to the finest degree—even an ant nearby would remain unharmed.

They traded blows without technique, raw power clashing. After a hundred strikes, Ye Kun staggered back.

That single step decided the battle. Among masters, life and death hung on a hair’s breadth.

"Heavenly Sword!"

Hong Wu uttered coldly. A streak of light descended—a plain three-foot azure sword in his grip. He slashed.

Unavoidable. Unblockable.

No technique, just the sword in its simplest form. Even Ye Kun couldn’t evade it.

The blade struck without cutting skin. Yet Ye Kun retreated twice, then once more.

"Why… is your power so strong?" Ye Kun rasped, disbelief etched on his face.

"Why has yours weakened?" Hong Wu frowned, his triumph overshadowed by unease.

“Because… my brother gave me his power.” Ye Yun stepped forward, reaching into the air as a purple long sword materialized in his palm.

“Power? He gave you power? Impossible! How could we transfer cultivation between ourselves? You dare lie to me?” Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu froze momentarily before roaring in fury.

Ye Yun smiled gently. “He didn’t gift it directly. He left the Devil Race in the Human Realm. Through ten thousand years of cultivation, I fused demonic energy with human true qi. That’s the power he granted me.”

Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu stiffened. “Nonsense! Our three energies—my celestial power, your true qi, his demonic energy—can’t merge. Another lie!”

Ye Yun shook his head slowly. “You speak of our past selves. This mortal body of mine isn’t source-forged but reborn through cycles. It can withstand both demonic and celestial energies. Given the chance, I’d fuse celestial energy too—that’d be fascinating.”

Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu erupted in laughter. “A mortal shell? This mighty-seeming body is just flesh? Then it’ll crumble under our power! Die!”

“Three Thousand Dao—Heavenly Sword Pierces the Void!”

The azure blade in Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu’s hand quivered. Countless sword shadows materialized instantly as he unleashed his full might. Millions of ethereal swords shredded the Celestial Palace, obliterating everything—even unprepared celestial generals fell to the onslaught.

The cosmos thrummed with heavenly will and sword mysteries.

“Your sword fuses our strengths well,” Ye Yun remarked, observing the swirling sword intent above. “But your lofty position blinds you to mortal suffering. An incomplete Sword Path. Let me show you the true Heavenly Sword tempered by human hardship.”

“Heavenly Sword Pierces the Void!”

Ye Yun’s Purple Shadow Divine Sword shattered into violet spiritual energy. With a casual grab, he condensed the energy into a hundred-foot purple heavenly sword that slashed through the sword shadows.

BOOM!

The colliding blades unleashed thunderous explosions, shaking the heavens.

Three breaths later, silence fell. Both stood motionless.

“This… is the Sword Path?” Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu murmured.

“This is the Sword Path,” Ye Yun answered calmly.

“Your path surpasses mine.” The emperor’s brow furrowed. “Yet you still can’t defeat me.”

Ye Yun shrugged. “My Sword Path and cultivation edge yours slightly—enough to best you, not kill you. Nor can I shatter your body or seal your soul. But I needn’t bother.”

The earlier clash had decided the match. Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu knew Ye Yun’s merged energies gave him a fractional advantage—insufficient for slaying a peer.

Unfazed, the emperor sneered. “No more tricks? Then behold mine! Did you think I’d idle for millennia? You gravely underestimated me!”

His hands danced through intricate seals.

“Cosmic laws, River of Time—bend to my will!”

Space warped at Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu’s fingertip as he pointed at Ye Yun.

“REVERSE!”

Fragments rushed inward. The shattered palace reassembled perfectly. Slain celestial generals blinked back to life.

Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu was reversing time—his true trump card after eons of preparation.

Though Ye Yun now held a slim advantage, mere days earlier he’d been merely Earth Immortal realm. Rolling back ten days would reduce him to insignificance.

Ye Yun’s prior concealment had thwarted detection—until he broke the restrictions and opened the passage to the Three Realms. Then, the emperor recognized his old companion instantly.

Now, if he could reverse Ye Yun’s cultivation level to ten days prior, the Hongmeng Ball could be extracted from within him. With the Hongmeng Ball, they would draw power from themselves and countless living beings, shattering the heavens to reach other realms.

This was Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu’s final plan. He believed he would be the last one standing.

Ye Yun watched him quietly and suddenly laughed. "Reversing time must’ve been quite a feat! Truly impressive. Yet you overlooked the Hongmeng Ball’s true power—something beyond your understanding."

The Hongmeng Ball in Ye Yun’s palm emitted black and white light, enveloping him and Demon God Emperor Ye Kun, shielding them from time’s influence.

After exhausting his hundred-thousand-year preparations, Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu successfully reversed time by ten days.

But Ye Yun and Demon God Emperor Ye Kun stood unfazed, showing no weakness. Ye Yun remained utterly unchanged.

"How? The Hongmeng Ball again! Damn it!" Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu roared, realizing its power protected them. Furious yet helpless, he glared.

"The Hongmeng Ball has one last gift for you," Ye Yun said, pointing at the stubborn emperor.

A streak of black-and-white energy shot from the Hongmeng Ball, striking Heavenly Emperor Hong Wu.

"What’s this? Yin and yang energy? So it controls these forces? No, stop!" he screamed in terror.

Weakened from time reversal, he couldn’t resist. The energies enveloped him, extracting his soul and sealing it within a yin-yang bagua.

Ye Yun smiled, gesturing to absorb the bagua into the Hongmeng Ball. "Done, brother."

"Indeed," Demon God Emperor Ye Kun replied. "How long will the seal hold?"

"A mere million years. As part of life essence, he can’t be destroyed—just as he couldn’t destroy us."

"A million years? Let him reflect and reform after breaking the seal."

"Old habits die hard," Ye Yun shrugged. "But perhaps I’ll help him."

"How?"

"Using his innate body to activate the Hongmeng Ball and merge the Three Realms."

"Merge them?" The Demon God Emperor stared in shock.

"Yes. No more barriers between Heavenly, Human, and Demon Realms. One world for all to cultivate and thrive." Ye Yun’s gaze pierced the distance, envisioning humanity.

"Such ambition! Such vision!"

"My task here ends. Farewell, brother." Ye Yun drifted away.

"Wait! The merged realms need your guidance!"

"After many lifetimes, the Human Realm intrigues me. I seek someone. The realms are your responsibility now."

"What shall we call this new world?"

"The Celestial Realm. May all races endure eternally, beyond life and death."

(End of the book)