Chapter 139: Invitation from the War God Heavenly Hall

In the next instant, a hand that looked ordinary yet seemed to contain the power of all the stars of Zhutian appeared out of thin air, gently pressing against the terrifying, peerless Fate Sword blade.

The terrifying Fate Sword blade, which seemed capable of cutting the Fate River, in front of that hand was as if meeting its nemesis, shattering and collapsing inch by inch in an instant!

Immediately after, the hand's pressure did not lessen, lightly imprinting upon the chest of the Sixth Elder of the Fate Divine Sect, whose face was filled with horror and disbelief.

The Sixth Elder's snarling grin instantly turned into extreme terror; he tried to struggle, tried to summon the Great Fate Heavenly Sword, but found that he and the surrounding Space were completely sealed by an irresistible force!

"No… you are…"

Puff!

Before the words finished, his body along with his soul vanished in the air like a painted portrait erased, disappearing without a trace!

And that Great Fate Heavenly Sword tore the Void on its own and vanished instantly.

The one who acted did not intervene, allowing it to depart.

With the dust settled, a tall yet aged figure silently appeared before Ye Wuque and Xiao Jie, it was Cang Bo!

At this moment, Cang Bo wore a trace of anger on his face, but when he looked at Ye Wuque and Xiao Jie, his gaze was full of concern.

"Cang Bo!" Xiao Jie exclaimed with delight.

Ye Wuque also struggled to rise, bowing respectfully to Cang Bo: "Thank you, Cang Bo, for stepping in to save us!"

Cang Bo waved his hand, his gaze turning to the severely wounded yet relieved Zhan Lingxiao beside him, and gave a slight nod: "Also thanks to this fellow Daoist for risking his life to protect us."

Zhan Lingxiao quickly clasped his hands, smiling wryly: "Senior, you overpraise me; had you not arrived in time, we would have faced certain disaster today."

He looked at Cang Bo with awe; that casual hand that effortlessly annihilated the Sixth Elder wielding the Supreme Weapon possessed a terrifying power far beyond his imagination!

Cang Bo produced three fragrant pills the size of dragon eyes, handing one each to Ye Wuque, Xiao Jie, and Zhan Lingxiao: "First, treat your wounds."

The pills melted upon ingestion, the pure, mighty medicinal energy instantly coursing through their limbs and bones, and the three's injuries began to heal at a visibly rapid pace.

Cang Bo then extended an invitation to Zhan Lingxiao: "If you are not in a hurry, you may accompany us to Red Dust Valley for a brief rest."

The Eighth Elder, upon hearing this, was both surprised and delighted, quickly clasped his hands again, his tone even more respectful: "So you are a senior from Red Dust Valley! I apologize for my rudeness! To receive your invitation is my honor!"

Thus, the party, without further delay, followed Cang Bo toward the direction of Red Dust Valley.

Passing through layers of mist and seals, they once again entered the tranquil and elegant Red Dust Valley, and Zhan Lingxiao felt a surge of curiosity and awe.

Until they arrived at the lakeside pavilion and saw the handsome man seated by the rail, seemingly merged with heaven and earth— the Lord of Red Dust.

Zhan Lingxiao dared not delay, immediately stepped forward, bowing deeply: "Junior of the War God Heavenly Hall, Zhan Lingxiao, pays respects to the senior Lord of Red Dust!"

The Lord of Red Dust turned, a friendly smile on his face, lightly waving his hand: "No need for formalities."

His gaze was gentle, his tone casual: "I, in my younger days, had a fair amount of friendship with the previous generation's Great Dragon Halberd master, the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, so I have some connection with your War God Heavenly Hall."

"Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ?!" The Eighth Elder Zhan Lingxiao felt a violent shock in his heart!

This is the supreme title of the previous generation's Great Dragon Halberd master!

This is a truly supreme being that stands atop the Zhutian Wanjie!

It can be said that the source of the ancient sacred site War God Heavenly Hall traces back to the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ! Without the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, there would be no War God Heavenly Hall!

The Lord of Red Dust actually has a friendship with that person?

At this moment, Zhan Lingxiao's heart roiled with tumultuous waves, his awe for the Lord of Red Dust reaching an unparalleled height!

This being's age and power—just how terrifyingly great are they?

The master of the Eternal Forbidden Zone truly is unfathomable!

Meanwhile, Ye Wuque remained relatively calm; he had already grasped the Lord of Red Dust's transcendence.

Ye Wuque's gaze was drawn to the unfinished board game on the stone table in the pavilion.

Compared with last time, the game seemed to have new developments; black and white pieces interlaced, evolving into an even more complex and unpredictable situation, as if containing the direction of Zhutian's great trends, yet he still saw it cloudily, unable to fathom its profundity.

He stepped forward a pace, bowing respectfully: "Junior Ye Wuque, pays respects to the senior."

The Lord of Red Dust looked at Ye Wuque, smiled lightly: "Hehe, Ye Xiaoyou, on this return, your aura is even deeper; it seems you have gained much. Truly a youth to be feared."

His tone carried a detached insight into worldly affairs, then as if reflecting, he looked toward the heavens: "This is an unprecedented golden great era… a dazzling epoch rarely seen in the Eternal Ages… myriad causality entanglements, countless hidden forces emerging one after another… the future is destined to be anything but peaceful…"

His eyes were profound, as if seeing through the Wan Gu Lun Hui, containing endless vicissitudes and unparalleled wisdom.

Afterward, the Lord of Red Dust seemed to recall something, looked at Ye Wuque, and asked gently: "Ye Xiaoyou, what are your plans next?"

At this moment, the Eighth Elder Zhan Lingxiao quickly spoke, his tone sincere: "Ye Xiaoyou, you have a life‑saving debt in Zhan Tianqiong, and a favor in our War God Heavenly Hall. If you do not mind, could you accompany me to the War God Heavenly Hall as a guest? The hall master and the elders will surely roll out the mat to welcome you, with sincere gratitude!"

Ye Wuque understood in his heart; gratitude for the life‑saving debt was one reason, but there were likely deeper motives.

As he was pondering, a faint voice from the Lord of Red Dust reached his ears, only three words: "You may go."

Ye Wuque resolved in his mind, immediately nodded to Zhan Lingxiao and said: "If so, then I shall trouble your esteemed residence."

Seeing Ye Wuque agree, the Eighth Elder Zhan Lingxiao's face instantly showed a relieved joy, letting out a long sigh as if a crucial task were completed: "Excellent! Ye Xiaoyou honors us with his presence; it is the pride of our War God Heavenly Hall!"