Chapter 142: That Battle

His gaze fell on the Great Dragon Halberd in Ye Wuque's hand, full of warmth and awe.

"And this Great Dragon Halberd is the symbol of the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ! It is the continuation and inheritance of his great will and Immortal spirit! It has its own spirit; its choice is the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ's choice!"

Zhan Wuji's voice suddenly rose, bearing an unquestionable firmness: "Since the Great Dragon Halberd has recognized you, chosen you as its new master! Then you are the universally acknowledged, sole… Lord of our entire War God Heavenly Hall, all ranks, all disciples!"

"Waiting for the emergence of the next Great Dragon Halberd Inheritor, to assist the new master, to continue the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ's spirit and path, to wage war across Zhutian Wanjie, and to protect all living! This is the ultimate mission of the War God Heavenly Hall to this day! It is the highest duty and honor etched in our very blood and soul!"

His words resonated with all the Elders, who roared in unison, their voices shaking heaven and earth, filled with iron blood and vows.

"Willingly face fire and water for the Lord, never refusing! Follow the Lord, wage war across Zhutian!!"

The massive roar swept like a tsunami, bursting out of the Divine Hall, echoing in every corner of this tiny world; countless disciples of the War God Heavenly Hall heard it, though they did not understand, they felt the soul‑born reverence and excitement, and turned their awed gazes toward the central Divine Hall.

Even Ye Wuque's steadfast heart, forged through countless Reincarnations, now thunders within, waves rising and falling!

He could hardly believe that merely because the Great Dragon Halberd had recognized him, he had… inexplicably become the master of a Wu Shang Sheng Di… of such profound foundation and awe‑inspiring Boundless Heaven…?

This is nothing short of a fanciful tale!

Yet he could clearly feel that the burning, loyal, unreserved submission in the eyes of these powerful figures before him was genuine, not a hint of pretense!

It is a power born of bloodline and faith!

Unavoidably, Ye Wuque felt an instinctive, overwhelming curiosity and awe toward the unseen yet far‑reaching previous Great Dragon Halberd master—the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ!

What extraordinary brilliance did that being possess back then?

What earth‑shattering, all‑life‑benefiting feats did he achieve?

That could make such a group of mighty, proud warriors, after endless ages, still hold such devout faith, willingly passing this loyalty to his inheritor?

It must have been unimaginable glorious deeds, a brilliance that illuminated the ages!

Only such a supreme figure could merit such unwavering followers.

After a long while, Ye Wuque slowly calmed his turbulent heart.

He inhaled deeply, faced the still‑piercing gazes of those before him, respectfully clasped his fists in greeting, and spoke earnestly:

"Esteemed seniors, your generous favor… I am immensely grateful. But I, Ye, have only by chance and luck received the Great Dragon Halberd's recognition; my cultivation is shallow, my virtue and talent deficient, I truly cannot bear the title 'Lord', nor dare to speak of commanding the War God Heavenly Hall. I humbly ask you all to withdraw this appointment and continue to regard me as an equal peer."

However, Zhan Wuji and the others remained resolute, shaking their heads.

"Lord, your words are mistaken! The Great Dragon Halberd's choice can never be wrong!"

"You are our Lord, that fact cannot be altered!"

"Please, Lord, do not decline, otherwise we would have no face before the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ's heavenly spirit!"

Seeing their steadfast attitude, Ye Wuque realized that it would be hard to change their minds for now, so he set aside the title issue and asked the greatest doubt in his heart:

"Hall Master, everyone, regarding the previous Great Dragon Halberd master, the senior Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ… what did he experience back then? Why did he… fall? What was that battle like?"

Mentioning the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, Zhan Wuji and the others instantly wore expressions of deep sorrow and nostalgia.

Zhan Wuji sighed, shaking his head, and said:

"Reporting to the Lord, regarding the specific deeds of the Dragon Lord in those days… to be frank, we know very little. Such high‑level secrets are likely known only to a few ancient War Gods deep within the War God Heavenly Hall, those who once followed the Dragon Lord in campaigns across the realms and now lie in a deep slumber, who possess some true details."

His gaze grew distant and heavy, as if he saw the tragic scenes of ages past:

"We only know… that battle was terrifying… it affected Zhutian Wanjie, shattered the Eternal Time and Space, even Tiandao was erased… the Dragon Lord… plunged into an unspeakable, unfathomable depth… ultimately… perhaps fought until the very last moment…"

Although his words were vague, the tragic and heroic aura filled the entire Great Hall.

Every Elder's face was marked with grief and unwillingness.

Ye Wuque fell silent, lowered his gaze to the Great Dragon Halberd in his hand, riddled with Liewen, seemingly ready to fall apart; he extended a finger, gently brushing the deepest, most ferocious crack, as if feeling the boundless war intent and tragedy lingering since ancient times.

"One can imagine…" he murmured, his voice tinged with weight, "how terrible and… grand that battle was."

Just by touching these cracks, he seemed to see a towering, supreme being, wielding the great halberd, confronting an unimaginable foe, fighting to the last drop of blood, until the halberd shattered and stars fell in a tragic tableau.

This inheritance, this Causality, is far heavier than he had imagined.