Chapter 196: Apocalyptic Overwhelming Pressure

Under the stunned gazes of everyone in the square, a distant sky revealed a shadow of indescribable grandeur and majesty standing proudly!

The shadow was vague, shrouded in endless Chaos Qi currents; its true form could not be seen, only a supreme will that sweeps Liuhe Bahuang, suppresses Nine Heavens Ten Earths, and dominates the universe!

It seemed to be the embodiment of power itself, the ultimate manifestation of the Flesh path, the ruler of all Qi, blood and physique… the Emperor!

Supreme Emperor Descends Dust!

Even this natural manifestation of the phenomenon, its emitted pressure, made the Space of the entire Ancestral Land world wail and warp!

If not for the core area being filled with protective seals and formations set by generations of Holy War Heavenly Ape great beings, which autonomously activated and dissipated most of the pressure, the surrounding tens of thousands of miles would likely have already turned to dust!

Nevertheless, even so, a faint ripple‑like afterwave pierced the layered Space and weakened seals, spreading toward the square!

This afterwave, formless and insubstantial, nonetheless contained a fragment of the Supreme Emperor Descends Dust's suppressing intent!

"Not good!"

The War Prince, Dou Tian Shu, and Little Hero's faces slightly changed as they simultaneously activated their cultivation to protect themselves.

They, being the closest, felt it deepest: a terrifying sensation as if the entire Zhutian universe were crushing down on them!

And the first to bear the brunt were the hundreds of towering giant towers in the square!

These towers, forged from special divine metal and ore, imbued with custom runes and Dao Rule, were designed to forge the Flesh of the younger generation and test strength; they were immensely sturdy, capable of withstanding the endless bombardment of the young Heavenly Pride of the Sacred War Heaven Ape Clan without breaking.

Not long ago they were completely shattered by a punch from Dou Tianxiong upon exiting his seal, but they had already been restored by an Elder of the clan using secret arts, even becoming stronger.

But at this moment—

Crack… Boom—boom—boom!!!

After that faint Supreme Emperor afterwave swept by, the hundreds of towers, like sandcastles struck by stones or glass shattered by an invisible giant hammer, began to crack inch by inch from their tops and collapsed with a roar!

Not even a single breath's time could hold them; they turned back into flying debris and dust that spread over nearly half the square!

Some younger disciples with slightly weaker cultivation, as well as nearby standing beings, were tossed by the sudden terrifying pressure, falling helplessly to the ground, faces full of shock and bewilderment.

Yet Jin Wudi, A Tu, and the ever‑still Mu Qingli, at this moment, were also violently shaken!

Puff!

Jin Wudi let out a muffled hum; his dazzling golden battle armor flashed wildly as it autonomously shielded him, yet he still felt as if struck head‑on by a meteor, his Qi and blood boiling, causing him to involuntarily retreat three steps, leaving deep footprints, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

The battered greatsword behind A Tu emitted a rapid buzz; a fierce blade intent burst forth autonomously, shielding him, yet his short body shook violently, his complexion turned pale as he gazed at the slowly fading Emperor's shadow in the distant sky, his eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity and… a hint of dread!

Even the ever‑detached Mu Qingli finally could not remain calm.

She snapped her eyes open; her cold gaze burst with radiant divine light, and a fleeting ice‑lotus shadow flashed around her, blocking the pressure.

She did not retreat, yet beneath the black veil her delicate body trembled imperceptibly, her gaze toward the sky filled with ultimate shock and inquiry.

"Wh‑what was that just now?!"

"Who is striking? Such a terrifying aura!"

"Could it be an Elder practicing Supreme Divine Art?"

"No! This feeling… is clearly pure Flesh power! Pure supreme power!"

Jin Wudi let out a voiceless gasp, his voice trembling.

He boasted of his mighty Flesh and unrivaled battle body, yet before that Emperor's shadow he felt as tiny as an ant gazing at the heavens!

A Tu gripped the hilt of his greatsword behind him tightly, his knuckles whitening, and hoarsely said:

"Across such a vast distance, a mere insignificant afterwave… shattered all the 'Power‑Testing Giant Towers'?! How is that possible?!"

He knew well the towers' sturdiness; not long ago he had tested a tower with his sword, and even a full‑force strike only left a deep scar.

But now… they're all shattered!

Shattered by the afterwave!

Mu Qingli remained silent, but her clear eyes now roiled, unable to calm.

Only one thought raced through her mind: "What kind of Flesh is this? What kind of defiant method? When did the Wild Desolate Heaven produce such a being? Could it be a pure‑blood ancient relic awakened?"

The War Prince, Dou Tian Shu, and Little Hero also sprang up, locking eyes, each seeing shock and awe in the other's gaze.

They knew Ye Wuque was in a breakthrough seclusion and expected his power to surge upon emerging, yet this disturbance… was too frightening!

"It's the Master! He succeeded!"

The War Prince spoke with excitement and pride.

"Brother Ye… this breakthrough's disturbance, it's absurd!" Dou Tian Shu clicked his tongue.

The Little Hero's eyes gleamed as he swung his fist vigorously, exclaiming excitedly, "Hahaha! I knew it! Brother Ye is always Brother Ye! Wherever he goes, he's the brightest!"

After a long while, the terrifying Emperor phenomenon that spanned the heavens slowly faded, and the dread pressure that made all things shiver receded like the tide.

The world between heaven and earth cleared, as if everything just now had been an illusion.

But the wreckage on the square, the soaring tower dust, and the many unsettled gazes all testified to the reality and horror of that fleeting moment.

At that moment, under everyone's stare, a tall slender Black Robe Figure stepped out of the Ancestral Land's core, moving forward as if walking on air.

His black hair fell loose, his expression calm, his eyes deep as a star‑sea; no powerful aura radiated from him, only a serene, back‑to‑roots composure.

But after witnessing that world‑shaking scene, no one now dared to underestimate this seemingly ordinary man.

If not Ye Wuque, then who else?