The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn-Chapter 82: Crossing the Tribulation Siege

Couldn’t hold it back after all.

He was already at the ninth level of Void Refining!

He’d originally wanted to keep a low profile, but the Eternal Heaven’s Chosen Ranking just gave too much—so much it was impossible to suppress.

Ninth level of Void Refining? Not bad!

Lu Ye glanced at the very top of the Eternal Heaven’s Chosen Ranking, where his name flashed again and again. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

It was time to leave.

He wasn’t sure if there would be a brutal battle waiting outside.

But Lu Ye didn’t care either way. If they wanted to fight, then fight. If they wanted to kill, then kill. Right or wrong didn’t matter—even if he was in the wrong, so what?

His figure disappeared.

......

"This won’t do. Our Central State Empire will not gamble alongside your Grand Dao Sect!"

When they heard the Grand Dao Sect was mobilizing its full force, the Central State Empire was utterly shocked.

"You people are insane! You’re risking everything for a genius who hasn’t even fully grown yet. Who doesn’t know how many bones line the road to the Dao? What you’re doing is... is..."

"Our Central State Empire absolutely refuses to follow your Grand Dao Sect into madness!"

The Grand Dao Sect didn’t try to force them.

On the side of the Supreme Sword Sect, many were frowning deeply.

It was crazy.

But damn... it was exciting.

Lu Ye wasn’t a disciple of the Supreme Sword Sect. Their relationship with the Grand Dao Sect was merely one of close alliance.

So even if the Supreme Sword Sect gave their full support, they wouldn’t benefit nearly as much as the Grand Dao Sect would.

Still, when it came to the siege against Lu Ye, they hadn’t participated.

And now that it was a counter-siege—what, they were just going to sit it out?

Wouldn’t that make their swords rust?

No way. They had to do something.

After a round of internal discussion, the Supreme Sword Sect made their decision:

Anyone who wanted to support the Grand Dao Sect—was free to act.

The moment those words spread, the sword cultivators of the Supreme Sword Sect howled with joy.

Though not every last one of them moved out, a huge number of them did.

They liked chaos. The Myriad Ancients Sect was here. Youming and Heaven’s Pavilion were here. Could the Supreme Sword Sect just sit on their hands?

For sword cultivators, especially the battle-hungry ones of the Supreme Sword Sect, doing nothing was worse than death.

And sure, Lu Ye had killed two of their disciples. But those two died while seeking their path—no one else could be blamed.

The sect had already given the order to retreat, but they had chosen to stay behind with clear hearts. Even if they died, they had no regrets.

This was what it meant to be a cultivator.

Lu Ye descended from the ninth layer of the battlefield.

On the way, he scoured another round of treasures. The last three layers had been too chaotic—when he first arrived, the fighting had been so brutal that no one had a chance to loot properly.

From the ninth layer down to the first.

He stood before the teleportation vortex.

No hesitation.

He stepped in.

As light and shadow twisted around him, he emerged to see a sea of people—as if he were Sun Wukong being surrounded by the Hundred Thousand Heavenly Soldiers. Lu Ye was completely encircled, not a crack left open.

The moment the final cultivator exited the battlefield, the entrance behind Lu Ye vanished without a trace.

The Heaven’s Chosen Ancient Battlefield, which opened only once every thousand years, drew to a close on this day.

Lu Ye raised his eyes and looked in all directions.

Layers of grand formations surrounded him. Countless powerful figures, each radiating overwhelming might, stood fully armed.

Damn. These people really thought that highly of him? Even the tribulation squad showed up?

So, were they going to attack right away—or waste time talking first?

"Lu Ye, number one on the Eternal Heaven’s Chosen Ranking—so powerful, so terrifying. I heard from my little junior brother that even your formation skills are peerless. So I set up these Three Thousand Lost Paths Formations just for you. If you can break through them, you might escape with your life. If not... well, you’ll die here." Heaven’s Pavilion’s current eldest disciple, Lu Xuntian, said with a smile.

"Lu Ye, you must’ve known this day would come when you carved your name onto the Eternal Heaven’s Chosen Ranking. We of Youming have no personal grudge with you—we were simply hired to do a job. Sorry."

"Lu Ye, you slaughtered many disciples of our Yin-Yang Law Sect. You’re a demon in human skin. Today, we will kill you!"

"Lu Ye, if you surrender now, there may be a sliver of hope left. But if you insist on being stubborn, then our Supreme Empire will see to it that you pay for our fallen cultivators—for our fallen prince!"

......

"Lu Ye, you killed disciples of the Myriad Ancients Sect. Did you really think this day wouldn’t come? A life for a life. Blood for blood. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Lu Ye didn’t respond to any of the others shouting at him.

Because what they said—was blunt, and honestly, made sense. Lu Ye had killed many innocent people while in a state of bloodlust.

But the Myriad Ancients Sect—what the hell were they barking for?

He glanced at the one who spoke from the Myriad Ancients and sneered with utter disdain.

“Hypocrite.”

The man from the Myriad Ancients instantly flew into a rage. Everyone else had just cursed him and Lu Ye didn’t say a word. But the moment he spoke, Lu Ye insulted him? What the hell—this bastard was playing favorites!

The Myriad Ancients struck first.

A golden miniature mountain expanded violently in the wind, hurtling toward Lu Ye with devastating force.

Almost simultaneously, all the other powerhouses attacked.

Among them were dozens of Tribulation Crossing cultivators—including some already in the mid and late stages. In other words, every faction here had brought out their true elites. They were serious about killing Lu Ye.

Lu Ye formed seals with both hands. He understood all laws, comprehended all Daos.

Endless radiance rained down upon him. A blurry, three-legged, two-eared bronze cauldron appeared above his head.

The cauldron was old, mottled with the wear of countless years.

BOOM!

A deafening blast erupted from the bronze cauldron.

It was just the first wave of attacks, and Lu Ye was already coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

The gap was a little too big.

He had slain Unity Dao cultivators while in the Void Refining realm—but to kill Tribulation Crossing experts while still at Void Refining? That was nearly impossible.

Even if he broke through now, stepping into Unity Dao on the spot, it wouldn’t be enough. His foundation wasn’t solid—breaking through in the middle of battle would only lead to hidden flaws.

But Lu Ye wasn’t panicked in the slightest. One after another, he pressed seals into the bronze cauldron, and the cauldron seemed to resonate with some distant point in the void.

BOOM!

The second wave struck.

The bronze cauldron shuddered violently again.

At this moment, Lu Ye’s hand seals had already reached a terrifying speed—blinding, inhuman.

Amid the seething void, not only were terrifying energy waves erupting, but threads of glowing patterns began surfacing in rapid succession.

“Great Ascension Demon-Slaying!”

“Eternal Evergreen!”

“Reverse Yin and Yang!”

Countless techniques and divine abilities appeared one after another.

Lu Ye continued to vomit blood. The bronze cauldron above him trembled violently, cracks spreading all across its surface.

“Hahaha! So this is the number one on the Eternal Heaven’s Chosen Ranking? That’s all? Take my Desolate Fist!”

“Still too young. If I were you, even if I had to flee to the Demon Realm, I wouldn’t have returned to the Desolate Lands after killing so many human cultivators. Did you really think you were invincible?”

“Cut the bullshit! Kill him with everything we’ve got!”

Lu Ye’s expression remained calm.

Suddenly, a massive phantom emerged behind him—an indistinct Buddha whose face couldn’t be seen.

If any Buddhist sect saw this, their eyeballs would probably pop out of their skulls.

No way—you even know Buddhist techniques?!

The Buddha embraced Lu Ye.

Took all the incoming attacks into itself.

Lu Ye was still weaving hand seals without pause. The ripples in the void spread faster and farther.

The Buddha shattered.

An ancient lotus bloomed, swallowing Lu Ye within.

A defensive technique.

Still more layers of defense.

At that moment, a thunderous explosion erupted from the outer perimeter.

The Grand Dao Bell rang out softly, and the entire Nine Dragon Valley collapsed into ruin.

Endless runes lit up. Countless grand formations revealed their full power.

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Lu Ye heard Liu Changfeng’s voice, and for a brief moment, a smile touched his otherwise solemn face.

He hadn’t expected the Grand Dao Sect to step in—for someone like him, whose hands were soaked in blood.

But honestly...

He didn’t really need it.