Chapter 147: The Eighteenth Ancestor of the Jun Family's Fury

Boundless Heaven, central region.

Jun family's base.

At this moment, in the core of the clan lands, within an ancient Great Hall forged entirely from Chaos-colored divine stone that exudes an aura that makes even the Immortal's heart race, the atmosphere is oppressive like Dead Silence before a storm.

"Bang!!"

A deafening crash, and a tea table crafted from a million-year divine wood instantly turned to dust!

"Useless! A bunch of useless!!"

The roar, like thunder, rang through the Great Hall, shaking the Void itself into distortion.

The one roaring was an elderly man in a teal robe, his face gaunt and eyes clouded, yet now twisted by extreme rage.

He radiated an aura as vast as the cosmic star seas; merely standing there, he seemed the center of all heavens and earth!

He is, without doubt, the foundational presence of the Jun family: the Eighteenth Ancestor!

Below the Great Hall, several figures knelt, each exuding powerful aura, at least of Feng Wang Immortal Rank, yet now silent as cold cicadas, daring not even to breathe.

Among them, a faintly pulsating humanoid silhouette remained, the Jun family's Sixth Elder, Jun Lao Liu, who was nearly annihilated by a breath of the Nine Nether Immortal King's aura!

At this moment, Jun Lao Liu trembled all over, terrified.

"Ye Wuque, that little scoundrel! How dare he kill my Jun family's Zero Sequence, Jun Wentian! Such a disgrace! This is a humiliation unprecedented in ten thousand years of our Jun family!!"

The Eighteenth Ancestor's beard and hair stood on end, his fury nearly materializing into blazing fire.

Jun Wentian is the most outstanding descendant of his line, entrusted with great expectations, regarded as the key figure who will lead the Jun family to challenge the level of the Undying Aristocratic Family!

Now he has been broken by Ye Wuque's hand; how could he not be angry? How could he not hate?

"Transmit the Ancestor's decree!"

The Eighteenth Ancestor's voice was grim, "Order the 'Shadow Assassin Sovereign' to mobilize! Find Ye Wuque for me! If alive, bring him before me; if dead, bring his corpse! If captured alive, strip his cultivation and bring him back; I will personally extract his soul and refine his spirit to sacrifice the celestial spirit of Wentian!"

"Shadow Assassin Sovereign?!" Those below, upon hearing, felt a chill in their hearts.

That is one of the Jun family's secretly cultivated top killing weapons, specialized in assassination and elimination, its power unfathomable, capable of slaying even those of Feng Wang Immortal Rank without a second thought!

The Eighteenth Ancestor directly dispatched this terrifying entity, showing the intensity of his murderous intent!

"Yes!" No one dared object; someone immediately took the order and left.

The Eighteenth Ancestor gazed at the void beyond the hall, his eyes ferocious: "Ye Wuque... wherever you hide, whoever backs you, daring to harm my Jun family, heaven or earth, no one can save you!"

……

Meanwhile, Boundless Heaven, southern region.

In another, even more mysterious and transcendent realm.

Here it seemed detached from the Zhutian Wanjie, surrounded by endless Mist of Fate flowing, with countless illusory rivers of causality flickering in the Void.

Ancient, towering palaces, as if forged from the Law of Destiny itself, rose within the mist, exuding a supreme aura that perceives past and future, controlling the fate of all beings.

Here stands the renowned Supreme Great Sect—Fate Divine Sect, famed across Nine Heavens Ten Earths!

At this moment, deep within the Mist of Fate, inside an infinitely ancient hall whose very traces of Time are blurred,

An elderly figure cloaked in a gray robe embroidered with enigmatic Fate trajectories suddenly smashed a tea table before him, crafted from a ten-million-year-grade Enlightenment Divine Wood, into fragments!

"Useless thing!"

The icy rebuke echoed through the empty Great Hall, bearing a wrath that made the Zhutian Huanyu shudder.

He is one of the Vice Patriarchs of the Fate Divine Sect, wielding the authority of 'Causality Reckoning', revered within the sect, his power boundless.

Just now, the Fate Divine Sect's Sixth Elder, who bore the Great Destiny Heaven Blade to intercept Ye Wuque, had fallen!

How could he not be enraged?!

"Who on earth! Dares to spoil the Fate Divine Sect's good deed!"

The Vice Patriarch's voice was deep, his gray eyes seemed to contain billions of causality threads flickering.

He could not tolerate any existence breaking free from Fate's control, challenging the sect's authority.

He extended a withered finger, tracing in the air, and an ancient, mottled relic—a Retrocausal Compass, naturally etched with intricate spirals, constantly radiating Fate and causality aura—materialized.

"Hmph, let this seat see which deity dares to tug at my sect's tiger whiskers!"

He snorted coldly, his hands swiftly manipulating Seal Script, channeling streams of Great Power divine light into the Retrocausal Compass.

The compass instantly spun rapidly, its spirals seeming to come alive, beginning to link the hidden causality threads related to the Fate Divine Sect's Sixth Elder.

The mist surged, Guangying shifted.

A moment later, the Vice Patriarch seemed to catch something, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "Hmm? War God Heavenly Hall?"

"Eh... not right... also..."

The Vice Patriarch's complexion shifted slightly; he sensed that beyond the causality of the War God Heavenly Hall, another even more secret, more obscure causality thread lingered, unsettling his very soul.

"Show me!"

He barked low, sparing no Primordial, wildly driving the Retrocausal Compass, Fate Divine Power surged like a tide, attempting to force aside the mist and discern the deepest hidden causality!

However, just as his Divine Sense was about to touch that thread of causality—

"Buzz!!"

The Retrocausal Compass emitted a strained wail, its spin abruptly halted, then its surface cracked with a 'crack' sound, opening a clear Liewen!

"Puff—!"

The Vice Patriarch, as if struck by lightning, jolted, spouting a massive gulp of his own life blood infused with fragments of the Law of Destiny, staining the front of his gray robe crimson!

His complexion turned extremely pallid in an instant, wrinkles deep as ravines, his aura waned sharply, as if he had aged millions of years in that moment!

Yet he could not attend to his injuries, his face awash with dread and disbelief, cold sweat streaming over his body, as if just pulled from water!

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the Retrocausal Compass now bearing a Liewen and dimming light, his lips trembling, uttering three words in a voice trembling with extreme terror:

"Red... Dust... Valley..."