Chapter 120: The Ancient Prophecy of the War God Heavenly Hall

He fully understood that the opponent was not a regular King Immortal, but was very likely a "King Invincible" level Dark Being standing at the utmost heights of the King Immortal tier!

Its strength far surpassed his!

If he stayed any longer, not only would he fail to protect the War God Halberd, but he might truly be discarded by this hot‑tempered Eighth Elder of the War God Heavenly Hall!

Weighing the pros and cons, despite his deep resentment and frustration, Lord Jun Six gritted his teeth, hurled the War God Halberd in his hand violently toward the direction of the Eighth Elder, and at the same time leapt back, tearing the Void, fleeing without looking back, leaving only a venomous, resentful retort echoing in the starry sky:

"War God Heavenly Hall… good! Very good! This matter I, the Jun family, have recorded!"

The Eighth Elder reached out, caught the flying War God Halberd steadily, felt the familiar aura within, and only then did his angry expression clear.

He glanced at the direction where Lord Jun Six vanished, snorted coldly: "Useless! Fast runner!"

Sheathing the War God Halberd, the Eighth Elder took a step forward and arrived near the War Prince.

"Salutations, Eighth Elder!" the War Prince hurriedly bowed, his face a mix of excitement and lingering fear.

The Eighth Elder's gaze swept over the War Prince's wounds, his brows slightly furrowed, a surge of pure, towering Primordial Force flowed into his body, temporarily stabilizing his injuries: "How's it? You won't die, right?"

"It's fine, thank you, Elder, for arriving in time; otherwise I might have perished here today. What is the origin of this dry corpse, why is it so terrifying?" the War Prince said, still trembling.

"Heh, you're lucky. This living being must have fallen for ten thousand ages, its strength nonexistent in the billions. Otherwise, if it were to unleash the true power of the War God Halberd, not only would you all be unable to escape, the entire Extreme Abyss might be thrown into a horrific cataclysm…" the Eighth Elder said gravely.

"It should be a terrifying creature that was beheaded by an Ancient Entity of our War God Heavenly Hall before ten thousand ages…"

"Only for some reason, the War God Halberd remained on that creature's body…"

Clearly, the Causality involved here is too ancient; even the Eighth Elder of the War God Heavenly Hall cannot fully discern the whole picture.

The War Prince felt his heart race, his spirit thundered, his scalp tingled…

Then, recalling something, he immediately pointed at Ye Wuque beside him and solemnly said: "Elder, it was thanks to Brother Ye Wuque's intervention just now; otherwise I could not have held out until you arrived!"

Only then did the Eighth Elder's Dark Eye, like molten gold, turn toward Ye Wuque.

His gaze fell on Ye Wuque, carrying a hint of scrutiny.

When he first descended, he vaguely sensed an extremely faint, yet heart‑stirring, strange feeling on this young man, but that sensation flashed away, hard to grasp.

"Oh?" a barely perceptible strange hue flickered in the Eighth Elder's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal, nodded at Ye Wuque, his voice still booming yet much softer: "Kid, thanks for stepping in and saving the young warrior. This favor, the War God Heavenly Hall has recorded."

Ye Wuque returned the salute without arrogance: "Senior, you overstate it."

The War Prince again addressed Ye Wuque: "Brother Ye, today's grace, War Sky Dome will never forget! If in the future there is any dispatch, as long as it does not betray the Dao, War Sky Dome will die a thousand deaths without hesitation! You are also welcome to visit my War God Heavenly Hall anytime!" His injuries were severe, needing immediate return for treatment.

Ye Wuque nodded: "War brother, no need for courtesy, we shall meet again if fate permits."

The Eighth Elder no longer delayed, nodded at Ye Wuque once more, then, taking the War Prince, tore the Void and vanished instantly.

Watching the direction they departed, Ye Wuque's eyes deepened, thoughtful.

The War God Heavenly Hall is intent on obtaining that War God Halberd, claiming it as its ancestral relic.

Moreover, that War God Halberd is highly likely closely linked to the Great Dragon Halberd, perhaps even a replica…

"Could it be… that the War God Heavenly Hall has some hidden connection with the previous master of the Great Dragon Halberd?"

Ye Wuque buried this speculation deep within, noting that information is too scarce now; overthinking is useless.

He steadied his spirit, ceased lingering, became a streak of light, and continued exploring other directions of the core area.

Meanwhile, in a distant Void passage.

"How's it? Are the injuries more stable?"

The Eighth Elder asked while racing.

The War Prince circulated Primordial Force, his complexion regained a hint of color: "Fine, my organs are a bit shaken, the foundation is intact; returning to seclusion for a while should allow recovery."

The Eighth Elder hummed "mm", then his tone grew somewhat grave:

"Hurry back to heal; these are turbulent times, the Hall Master recently announced… that ancient prophecy that has circulated in our War God Heavenly Hall for endless ages… seems… truly about to come true…"

"What?!" the War Prince exclaimed, his head snapping up, eyes flashing with incredulous shock, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Eighth Elder, you—are you saying… that prophecy about the 'Great Dragon Halberd' and the 'new generation Great Dragon Halberd Inheritor'? Is it real??"

A complex, hard‑to‑read expression appeared on the Eighth Elder's face, part excitement, part anticipation, with a hint of uncertainty; he said in a deep voice:

"Perhaps… the Hall Master only vaguely sensed some omens… In any case, for the coming period the Hall will be on high alert; you too must pay extra attention, keep an eye on such news…"

"You first return safely to recover; be careful." the Eighth Elder instructed.

"Yes! Disciple understands!" the War Prince nodded heavily, his heart still shaken by the earth‑shattering news.

He separated from the Eighth Elder at a spatial node, heading straight back toward the headquarters of the War God Heavenly Hall.

The Eighth Elder turned, his gaze again fixed toward the direction of the Extreme Abyss; in his eyes that seemed to pierce the Zhutian Huanyu, a flicker of contemplation, excitement and anticipation shone.

He looked down at his palm, the faint yet extraordinarily peculiar sensation that had arisen earlier resurfaced in his mind, causing him to mutter softly, a voice low enough only he could hear:

"That thread of tremor from deep within the spirit… though barely detectable… it won't be wrong… Yes, legend says only when the true master of the Great Dragon Halberd appears does this special sensation arise…"

"That young man… Ye Wuque…"

"You… will truly be the one in the prophecy?"