The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 76: Fighting for the Way

What is *Fighting for the Way*?

It is a method far more terrifying than soul-snatching.

Soul-snatching is to devour the soul and seize the physical body.

But body and soul are hard to unify, hard to become one.

Whereas *Fighting for the Way*, the struggle of Dao, begins with the Dao—causing a clash between Great Daos within the soul, grinding against each other until ultimately, beneath the Dao, the two merge into one, forming the most optimal state.

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor had immense confidence in his own Dao.

There are countless Daos in this world—he was one with the heavens and earth.

Five Elements, Nine Heavens—he was everywhere.

He did not believe that a mere youth, no matter how fearsome his combat prowess, could have walked far down the path of the Dao.

He had sacrificed so much power to pull Lu Ye into the Dao world most suitable for him, to utterly crush and devour him.

First Dao!

The Dao of All Living Beings!

All living beings are me—I am all living beings!

Enter the Dao!

In an instant, both Lu Ye’s and the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor’s consciousness blurred, and a vast, towering shadow appeared above Lu Ye’s head.

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor was prepared to give Lu Ye a shocking experience—when Lu Ye saw that endless multitude of living beings, all of them were him, and he was all of them—what state would that throw Lu Ye into?

He would doubt himself, doubt his Dao.

He would be unable to believe that someone’s Dao could be so powerful.

Holding on to that belief, the Dao world forged by the intertwining ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) of their Daos began to take shape.

The shadow in the sky finally began to reveal its form.

What was it?

It was the starry sky.

One after another, colossal stars hovered in the boundless cosmos. They appeared motionless—but in truth, the universe was simply too vast for their movements to be perceived.

Each star was terrifyingly massive.

Each one surrounded by rings of brilliant colors, delivering a soul-shaking visual impact beyond words.

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor was stunned.

He stared at those enormous stars, at that endless sea of stars.

Where were his billions of living beings?

No—seriously, where were his billions of living beings?

His Dao was meant to evolve countless beings, not countless stars!

At this moment, the Dao Comprehension Tree on Lu Ye’s arm was trembling violently, every leaf quivering in excitement.

He, he, he...

He had chosen the right master!

It had thought it had clung to a powerful leg, but looking at this vast galaxy of stars—this wasn’t a leg, this was a towering World Tree reaching the heavens!

Then, the manifested vision of the Dao transformed again!

The boundless stars suddenly contracted and shrank—countless stars spiraled together into a dazzling vortex.

A galaxy!

An even more stunning sight unfolded.

With the first galaxy came a second, a third, a fourth...

One by one, galaxies formed—not like necklaces—no, they were the most beautiful necklaces, draped across the infinite cosmos.

Billions of galaxies converged into a sight of unparalleled grandeur.

A sight that anyone who witnessed it would remember for a lifetime, struck with eternal awe.

"How can this be?"

"How could you possibly possess such a Dao?"

"I don’t believe it!"

In just an instant, the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor let out a terrified, furious roar. He couldn’t believe it—he thought he was hallucinating.

His Dao was unstable, chaotic, collapsing.

His belief had shattered.

His once steadfast heart, devoted to seeking the Dao, was now riddled with holes, on the verge of collapse.

"I refuse! No—this is an illusion!"

"My Dao is deathless, indestructible, eternal and everlasting!"

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor abruptly switched Daos. One had to admit—he was indeed peerless. From surviving the First Heaven, to perfecting his cultivation by the Seventh, and transforming into a parasitic heavenly demon—his brilliance was undeniable.

Lu Ye’s cultivation speed in his past life may not have been unmatched in all of history, but it was still rare across the ages.

And yet the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor could contend with Lu Ye—that alone proved his overwhelming strength.

The galaxy illusion faded.

Lu Ye sat cross-legged atop a mountain of corpses, chaotic shadows roiling above him.

Suddenly, the mist of chaos dispersed, and a brand-new scene began to unfurl slowly within it.

"Boom!"

A clap of thunder exploded across the heavens and earth.

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor wanted to clash with Lu Ye in a life-and-death struggle of undying Daos. With his endless incarnations, killing him was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

He was confident!

But the very next moment—

A mouth appeared within the illusion, so massive it defied all description.

The owner of that mouth was hidden in darkness. Only the gaping maw could be seen, lightly inhaling.

In that instant, everything turned to chaos, to dust, to haze.

Living beings, mineral veins, divine metals, ancient medicines...

In the end—even sun, moon, stars, Dao, the fabric of the universe—everything turned into flowing light, all sucked into that enormous mouth.

Everything was being destroyed. Everything was vanishing.

This was just one of many scenes that would later be recorded as part of the Great Dark Calamity.

Faced with a vision like this—who would still dare call themselves undying and indestructible?

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor was on the verge of madness.

One could see violent red fluctuations rippling around Lu Ye’s body.

He was afraid.

He was in shock.

He could not believe what he was witnessing!

This was the absolute suppression of realm and perception.

The vision shifted again.

This time, the illusion transformed into an endless sea of tribulation clouds within the cosmos.

The pressure of this heavenly tribulation alone turned the void into raw chaos.

Golden divine lightning of the Nine Heavens danced through the black clouds.

Just one thin strand of that lightning could destroy an entire star.

This—this was the scene from Lu Ye’s tribulation to ascend to Emperorhood.

Beneath such thunderous calamity, who would still dare proclaim themselves immortal?

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor?

Even a matured parasitic heavenly demon wouldn’t dare!

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"Ahhhhhh—"

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor let out a blood-curdling scream.

His Dao collapsed in a thunderous crash. He had poured in so many resources to come here for a Dao struggle—only to end up shattering his own Dao heart.

Demon Realm.

Myriad Spirits Demon Palace.

Suddenly, a terrified scream tore through the palace. The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor's body smashed through the palace halls and crashed violently onto the ground.

"No!"

"No!"

He seemed completely insane. Suddenly falling to his knees, he began to kowtow madly toward the front. Each strike of his head sent soil and stone flying, the earth trembling with every impact.

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

"Spare me! Spare me!"

"Hahaha—fake! It’s all fake! Everything’s fake!"

"Ahhhhhh—"

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor fell into a state of utter torment. One moment weeping, the next laughing; one moment begging for mercy, the next screaming in rage.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, in front of countless terrified demon beasts, the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor self-detonated.

He self-detonated!

The Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor exploded!

What in the world had just happened?

The demon race was driven mad. No—what had the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor just experienced?

What sort of terrifying ordeal had driven him to such madness, to the point of exploding himself?

Lu Ye opened his eyes.

This time, the red hue in his eyes had significantly faded. Though a few streaks remained, they were now completely suppressed by his conscious will.

This time, it seemed unlikely that the Myriad Spirits Demon Emperor would ever recover from this blow.

Of course, if he did manage to overcome it, perhaps—just perhaps—he might qualify to be Lu Ye’s opponent in this lifetime. Barely.

"Finally under control. Wasted a lot of materials, damn wastrel."

Lu Ye muttered to himself.

Forming seals with both hands, he ignited flames that began burning atop the corpses.

His gaze turned toward the Ninth Layer battlefield.

As though piercing through layers upon layers of space, he looked upon the Eternal Heaven’s Chosen Ranking hanging above the Blood Sea’s stone tablet.

It was time—to challenge the rankings.