Chapter 279: Watching the Battle of the Purple Sun Deity

Daofeitian...

Ye Wuque heard the name, and a faint flicker flashed deep within his Dark Eye, as if recalling something, but he said nothing further.

At this moment, Daofeitian's aura had already surged to its peak; he said no more, his eyes burning with battle intent, and he launched an attack of his own accord!

Please teach me!

He formed seals with both hands, and the dazzling radiance around him instantly coalesced and compressed, ultimately becoming a towering beam—vague and misty, as if surpassing all worldly colors, containing supreme destructive power...!

Flying Immortal Light!

Legend says it is one of the Flying Immortal Sect's supreme forbidden powers, wielding terrifying might that can cleanse all things and annihilate all laws!

It is one of Daofeitian's trump cards!

When this Flying Immortal Light was unleashed, heaven and earth paled, and the Void had already been pierced and erased by its pure force!

Its magnitude far surpassed the combined strike of Zhao Ritian and others before.

If they faced this light, they would likely not endure even a moment and would suffer Body and Spirit Annihilation!

Go!

Daofeitian let out a clear shout, and the Flying Immortal Light tore through the sky, bearing an unstoppable will to annihilate all laws, striking Ye Wuque in an instant!

However—

Facing this terrifying strike that would make even an Eight-Step Saint King stand on guard, Ye Wuque... didn't even blink an eye.

He simply stood there quietly, allowing the dazzling, brilliant Flying Immortal Light, imbued with destructive power, to solidly... engulf him.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

No raging tide of energy.

That Flying Immortal Light, capable of piercing the Star River, when it reached within three inches of Ye Wuque, seemed to... plunge into a bottomless black hole, yet also like ice meeting an eternal blazing sun; not a single ripple arose, and it... silently... vanished.

Completely erased without a trace.

As if it had never appeared.

Daofeitian's dazzling Dark Eye, at that moment, suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip!

For the first time, his face showed an unmistakable shock and horror!

He had absolute confidence in his Flying Immortal Light; even if it couldn't harm the opponent, it could never be... strangely nullified into nothingness!

This has completely exceeded his realm of understanding!

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent storm within his heart, and his gaze toward Ye Wuque was filled with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of... incredulity.

Ye Wuque looked at Daofeitian's shocked expression, gave a faint smile, and his tone carried unabashed praise:

"Just a little over a hundred years old, yet already at the pinnacle of the Eight-Step Saint King... solid foundation, deep roots. Daofeitian... you truly live up to your name, supreme Dao path, soaring to the heavens in a single flight."

However, faced with Ye Wuque's lofty appraisal, Daofeitian showed no joy or pride; he simply stared intently at Ye Wuque, as if trying to see through this mysterious and terrifying man completely.

After a long while, he finally spoke slowly, his voice tinged with dryness and self‑mockery:

"A mere Eight-Step Saint King... before you... what does that even amount to?"

He understood that the black‑cloaked man before him possessed a terror that had already surpassed the realm he could comprehend.

It was an absolute disparity in the level of existence.

Ye Wuque neither affirmed nor denied, and instead asked, "Do you come from the past?"

Daofeitian nodded, not hiding anything: "Yes."

"I never expected that a past era could produce a Saint King as astonishingly talented as you," Ye Wuque praised again, "So young yet already at the Eight-Step pinnacle; perhaps a future surge to the Ninth Step is not impossible."

Daofeitian was not at all surprised that Ye Wuque could see through his roots and background.

He looked at Ye Wuque and voiced the doubt in his heart:

"With your strength, you could have eliminated me outright just as you did with others. Why... give me a chance to act?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Wuque's gaze seemed to pierce Daofeitian, seeing some distant memory; he calmly said, "I once met a person who was also called 'Daofeitian'."

He paused, looking at the sharp‑edged youth before him, "Clearly, you share his name. Moreover, you are dazzling enough to pique my interest."

He spoke frankly; the Daofeitian before him truly possessed talent and temperament worthy of his attention.

But evidently, the Eight-Step Saint King still lacked the qualification to sway Ye Wuque.

Daofeitian fell silent. He deeply knew Ye Wuque's words were not empty; the gap between them was as vast as the Heavenly Moat.

"With your strength," Ye Wuque concluded, his gaze sweeping toward the distant other giant towers, "you can venture to other core zones, ascend a tower, and obtain the Divine Universe Imperial Crystal with ease."

This is guidance, and also the final notice.

Daofeitian felt a chill of resolve in his heart, fully understanding.

The man before him was a peerless monster beyond his current reach; rather than waste effort here, it was better to preserve strength and vie for other opportunities.

He gave Ye Wuque a deep look, as if to engrave the face into his soul, and finally, he said in a low voice:

"Eight-Step Saint King... truly is not my limit..."

"Hope... that after this, I may see you again..."

When his words ended, he hesitated no more; his form turned into a wisp of celestial light, racing straight toward the nearest other tower that radiated soaring divine brilliance!

Ye Wuque smiled faintly as he watched Daofeitian's departing silhouette, his eyes of admiration deepening. This youth's temperament, talent, and judgment were all superior; his future achievements were boundless.

Soon, his spiritual consciousness sensed that Daofeitian had already arrived in that tower region.

At this moment, the competition on that tower had entered a fever pitch, with hundreds of top-tier monsters battling savagely across the tower, vying for the sole ascent qualification.

Daofeitian's arrival drew little attention, until he stepped forward and ascended the tower!

"Flying Immortal... Descends!"

He no longer concealed it; the terrifying cultivation of the Eight-Step Saint King pinnacle fully erupted!

The Flying Immortal Light around him reappeared, but this time it was not a single concentrated strike; it transformed into countless fine yet razor‑sharp celestial rays, like a torrential downpour, covering all competitors on the tower indiscriminately!

"Ah!!"

"What is this?!"

"No—!!"

The wailing instantly erupted into a cacophony!

The Heavenly Pride engaged in fierce battle, whether Five-step Saint Kings or elite Six-step Saint Kings, all appeared utterly fragile before the celestial light that harbored the secret of annihilation!

The protective divine light was as flimsy as paper, and the divine techniques' laws crumbled one after another!

Silhouettes fell like reaped wheat, in swaths dropping from the tower, instantly being heavily wounded and eliminated!

Daofeitian moved like lightning, soaring upstream through the sky‑filled celestial light, his gaze fixed on the upper section of the tower where the most dominant auras, the competitors nearing the summit, gathered.

They were three formidable demons, their auras thick and all having reached the Seven-step Saint King level!

"Stop him!"

"Combine forces!"

The three Seven-step Saint Kings sensed the mortal threat Daofeitian posed, instantly reached consensus, each unleashing their ultimate divine powers, forming three cataclysmic torrents that surged to strangle Daofeitian!

"A mantis arm against a chariot."

Daofeitian's eyes were icy; facing the combined assault of the three Seven-step Saint Kings, he did not even pause his steps, merely pointing his fingers like a sword and lightly slashing forward!

Tear—!

A brilliant sword light, as if condensed from pure Flying Immortal law, burst across the sky!

It was not massive, yet it bore the ultimate edge that severs Causality and shatters all laws!

The combined strike of the three Seven-step Saint Kings, before this Flying Immortal Sword Light, met a nemesis, instantly being cleaved open and vanishing into nothingness!

The sword light, undiminished, swept past the three horrified Seven-step Saint Kings as if teleporting!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three heads, full of shock and resentment, shot upward!

Immediately, their bodies and souls, under the erosion of the Flying Immortal Sword Qi, instantly turned to void!

Dominant!

Overbearing!

Crushing!

Daofeitian, in an unmatched stance, instantly cleared the final obstacle at the tower's summit!

He took a step, landing steadily on the very top of the massive tower, reached out, and effortlessly plucked the floating, radiant—... Divine Universe Imperial Crystal!

In the distance, Ye Wuque took in the whole scene, his face showing no surprise.

Daofeitian's strength truly deserved such a record.

Its depth, however, likely far exceeds what is currently displayed.

To reach the pinnacle of an Eight-step Saint King at over a hundred years old, one cannot be ordinary.

Ye Wuque withdrew his gaze, without further delay, his form flashed, and he already appeared at the summit of his own tower.

The Divine Universe Imperial Crystal seemed to sense his arrival, trembling slightly and emitting a familiar pulse.

Ye Wuque casually took it down and stored it in his pouch.

Thus, in Dijiuguan's Diwuzhanqu, he had successfully seized a Divine Universe Imperial Crystal, promotion within reach.

His divine consciousness, like an invisible great net, once again enveloped the vast battle‑zone world, searching meticulously.

He had been keeping an eye on Feng Caichen's silhouette.

Yet, scanning repeatedly, all he sensed were various dominant or bizarre auras, and none of the anticipated peerless sword intent.

Ye Wuque let out a soft sigh, bearing a barely perceptible regret, and whispered to himself:

"Lao Feng... still haven't seen you, have you?"

He firmly believed that, given Feng Caichen's temperament, he would never miss such a grand event.

Perhaps, in another battle‑zone?

Or maybe he encountered some special circumstance?

Just as his mind flickered, suddenly his gaze hardened, landing on a distant region where another massive tower stood!

There, a grand-scale battle was raging!

A familiar yet slightly alien overwhelming divine might was sweeping the ten directions of the universe!

That aura, deep and ancient, as if wielding the authority over death and Reincarnation, formed a vast Netherworld phenomenon that shrouded a large area of the tower!

And at the heart of that Netherworld, a figure with violet hair whirled, eyes imbued with Nine Nether, body entwined with endless Nether laws, like a deity returned from the Primordial Era... the Nether Emperor!

It wasn't anyone else.

It was...

Ziyang Shen!

Ye Wuque hadn't expected to encounter Ziyang Shen here!

Without any hesitation, Ye Wuque's form flickered, merging into the Void like a phantom.

In the next instant, he silently appeared at the edge of that fierce battlefield's Void, standing with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the fight.