Chapter 133

The Jun family's Sixth Elder, Jun Lao Liu, whose remnant soul was almost completely shattered, leaving only a faint trace of true spirit, had already slipped away silently as soon as the Tai Yuan Heavenly Lord's aura began to spread; he must have gone back to try to reconstruct his Flesh.

The Eighth Elder of the War God Heavenly Hall took a deep breath, suppressing his internal injuries and the shock in his heart. He gave Ye Wuque, who stood calmly not far away, a complex glance, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately he merely gave a slight nod and tore through the Void to leave.

He needed to return to the hall immediately to report everything that had happened today, especially Ye Wuque's performance in this battle and… the vague feeling that might be related to the Great Dragon Halberd.

The three princes of the Heaven-Suppressing Immortal Dynasty gathered together, whispering among themselves.

"Seventh brother, now it seems, trying to forcibly seize the secret realm's opportunity from Ye Wuque's hands is almost impossible," Fifteenth Prince Duan Mingzhe said, his face solemn.

Seventh Prince Duan Jing shen wore a grim expression, nodded, and said: "This child's strength is unfathomable; behind him there may be unimaginable Causality… forcing the issue is certainly not the best course. This matter needs to be deliberated upon; perhaps… we should report it to the royal father, letting him decide."

Twenty-Ninth Prince Duan Wu dao, though unwilling, also knew the situation was stronger than him, and could only nod in agreement.

The Imperial Uncle of the Heaven-Suppressing Immortal Dynasty, Duan Tian xiao, came silently to the side of the three princes, shielding them as they left together; just before departing, his deep gaze lingered on Ye Wuque for a moment, carrying an indescribable meaning.

The other experts who had come to assist also, filled with shock and contemplation, departed one after another.

The events of today involved too much information; they needed to return immediately to their sects and clans to discuss countermeasures, to cope with the possible changes in the Zhutian pattern that could arise from the fall of the Nine Nether and the reappearance of the Tai Yuan Heavenly Lord.

The clamor faded, and the edge of the shattered extreme abyss gradually returned to its former chaos and Dead Silence, leaving only the aftermath of the battle—a scene of utter devastation.

Ye Wuque, however, did not rush to leave.

He stood on a floating meteorite, his gaze directed toward that vast rift which, though shattered, still had faint undulations of space-time energy at its core.

"Big Brother Ye, aren't we going back?" Xiao Jie asked curiously. Although he too was shocked by that heaven-shattering, earth-destroying palm earlier, his youthful nature quickly gave way to curiosity.

Ye Wuque shook his head, his eyes deep: "Do you still remember why we came here in the first place?"

Xiao Jie's eyes lit up: "Seeking opportunity! Right! That… the Primordial Ancient Reincarnation Origin!"

"That's right." Ye Wuque nodded. "Although we've gone through this ordeal, that region is severely damaged, but my sense of Reincarnation Power has not completely faded. The opportunity may still be there; we cannot let it slip."

Having said that, he took Xiao Jie, transforming into two streaks of light, and once again fearlessly charged into that region of the spacetime rupture zone that remained perilously dangerous, with space extremely unstable.

As Ye Wuque had expected, after the shockwave from the clash of supreme beings, this area became even more dangerous; everywhere were fractured space faults and raging energy turbulence, and many places had space structures that became extremely fragile, as if they could collapse completely at any moment.

But Ye Wuque, relying on the marvel of his Spacetime Divine Eye, could always narrowly avoid the most dangerous zones, while the faint sense of Reincarnation Power within his body, like a beacon in the darkness, guided his forward direction.

After a perilous journey, the two finally gradually approached the source of the sensation.

This place seemed to be a core node of the original spacetime rift, but now it had completely collapsed, forming a gigantic, constantly spinning Chaos vortex; at the vortex's center, fragmented law runes and Time-Space Fragments could be vaguely seen drifting.

At the edge of that Chaos vortex, strands of exceedingly pure aura, seeming capable of drawing one into endless Reincarnation rebirth, were emanating from within.

Primordial Ancient Reincarnation Origin!

It's still here!

A flicker of joy crossed Ye Wuque's eyes.

Although the environment here has become even harsher and the opportunity may have suffered some loss, as long as we can find it, it will be a tremendous gain!

However, just as Ye Wuque was preparing to step forward and attempt to gather this precious Primordial Power—

Hum!

In the chaotic Void ahead, space rippled like water, and a dark-gold chariot drawn by nine-headed extraordinary divine steeds with a ferocious aura—the Moon-Howling Sky Wolf—silently appeared, positioning itself exactly between Ye Wuque and the Chaos vortex.

Upon the chariot sat a tall, straight figure shrouded in hazy light, his visage handsome yet indifferent, a pair of deep eyes like ten-thousand-year-old ice, calmly gazing at Ye Wuque at this moment.

He was none other than the Ye Clan's third in line, the renowned Young Emperor Qingtian of the Boundless Heaven's Ten Great Young Emperors—Ye Qingtian!

He, too, had never left, and it seemed… he had been waiting here all along!

The atmosphere instantly turned subtle and tense.