Chapter 302: Old Wind!

The sword light is not brilliant; instead it carries a tone of twilight, decay, and finality.

It sweeps vast and silent, yet seems to cover heaven and earth, past and future!

Where the sword intent passes, the void seems to lose its color, energy becomes inert, laws appear to fall asleep; everything will be dragged into the inevitable, eternal dusk, ultimately buried in the silent dust realm!

This sword is no longer mere physical destruction; it is more like a conceptual termination!

With a single slash, heaven and earth change hue!

Though silent, it makes every living being in the area feel a Great Terror, a profound despair from the depths of their souls!

As if one's own life and own Dao are about to reach their end under this sword!

"What—what is that?!"

"What the hell is this sword intent?! Damn!"

"My Divine Power... is waning?"

"No! I don't want to die!!"

Some trial participants nearby even felt the aftershocks of the sword intent, terror‑stricken to see their life force inexplicably draining, their guts splitting in fear, and they fled wildly.

Ye Miaoxin, fleeing for her life, suddenly froze as the sword appeared.

A primal, indescribable sense of extreme peril, like a cold tide, instantly engulfed her entire body!

She knew she could not escape!

This terrifying sword intent had locked onto her, ignoring space, aiming straight at the source of her life!

"Ah—!!!"

In the dire situation, Ye Miaoxin let out a sharp, frantic scream!

She spun around abruptly, and on her face, the earlier fear had been replaced by hysterical indifference, resolve, and madness!

She could not sit and wait for death!

She is an Imperial Daughter of the Ye Clan!

She has her own pride!

"Ancestral Divine Might! Proud Immortal Classic! Purple Star descends!"

Ye Miaoxin fully ignited the ancestral divine blood within her; dazzling immortal light erupted from her body like a volcanic eruption!

The mysterious purple ribbon on her hair instantly unfurled, surged with the wind, and transformed into a vast purple celestial river that spanned before her!

At the same time, she formed intricate ancient seals with both hands, and a noble, unparalleled purple illusion that seemed to command the heavens' stars coalesced behind her, exuding boundless might that pressed down on the world below!

This is her secret life‑saving technique, merging ancestral divine blood with the supreme mystery of an ancient immortal classic, and also activating that mysteriously originated purple ribbon‑shaped treasure!

Its defensive and countering power is enough to move even early‑stage Third Realm warriors on the Immortal Path!

However—

All of this, before that dim yellow ending sword light representing the 'Zhutian Dusk', appeared so... pale and feeble.

Snort—!

There was no earth‑shaking collision roar.

The dim yellow sword light, like a hot knife slicing butter, silently cut through the majestic purple celestial river.

The purple river instantly dimmed and shattered, reverting to the dull ribbon.

The sword light continued forward, striking the noble, unparalleled Purple Star Illusion.

The Purple Star Illusion emitted a silent wail, crumbling and dissipating like a sandcastle.

Finally, under Ye Miaoxin's desperate, unwilling, incredulous, frantic gaze, the dim yellow sword light brushed lightly over her body.

The surging immortal light around her, the boiling blood‑vessel power, and all her defenses, at that moment, all returned to Jiemie.

"You..."

Ye Miaoxin could only utter a single word before her body, like weathered rock, began at the spot the sword light passed, fragmenting into ash, eventually vanishing completely in Chaos, leaving only a swiftly fading elimination flash.

Under one sword, body and soul fall silent, buried in the dust realm!

One punch eliminates Ye Langya!

One sword buries Ye Miaoxin!

Thus, the famed Ye Clan Three Heroes—Ye Xuanji, Ye Langya, and Ye Miaoxin—once the future hope of the Ye Clan, were all personally eliminated by Ye Wuque on this ultimate battlefield!

Around them, silence fell again as if death itself.

All living beings stared dumbfounded at the Black Robe Figure standing with his hands behind his back, watching the last wisp of dim yellow sword intent slowly fade from his fingertips, feeling a chill surge from their feet straight to the heavens' crown!

Domineering! Overwhelming! Unmatched!

"Whoa! Both famed Imperial Sons of the Undying Ye Clan were wiped out by him in a single move!"

"He's truly defying the heavens! Invincible!"

"Who can possibly stand against him?!"

"Ye Demon God... is blown away!"

It was at the very moment Ye Wuque slashed this terrifying sword.

Far within the Chaos vortex, at the center of the area shrouded by endless sharp sword intent, a blade of light simultaneously opposed the assault of dozens of top Heavenly Pride on the white‑clad Feng Caichen, whose figure suddenly stuttered!

The simple long sword in his hand emitted a clear, resonant hum, as if drawn by a higher‑level sword‑path aura.

"Hm... this sword intent..."

A faint surprise and curiosity flashed instantly in Feng Caichen's clear, bright eyes!

He snapped his head around, his gaze seeming to pierce the layers of the Chaos vortex, crossing countless fierce battle formations, staring far toward Ye Wuque's direction!

The Chaos vortex, with blurred laws, tangled causality, mingled auras, is extremely hard to sense accurately.

But what kind of person is Feng Caichen?

His sensitivity to the sword path has already reached an inconceivable realm!

Moreover, the "Ultimate Truth of Ending" embedded in Ye Wuque's sword, though unlike his pure sword Dao, is of such a lofty level that its Jiemie aura of cutting down everything and consigning everything is uniquely singular and heart‑stirring!

And deep within this unfamiliar yet powerful sword intent, he further sensed a breath so familiar it reached his soul!

It is a bond and resonance that requires no reason, forged after life‑and‑death trials, belonging solely to the brothers between them!

"Hm?! That breath… is Lao Ye!!"

Feng Caichen's startled expression instantly turned into an indescribable rapture and excitement!

"Ha ha! Lao Ye! So it is you! You really came here! I knew it! The two of us brothers will certainly meet again here!"

He laughed heartily, his voice shaking the four directions, and even the razor‑sharp, unparalleled sword intent surrounding him became more vigorous and surging due to the intense emotional swing, forcing the dozens of Heavenly Pride opposite him to retreat repeatedly, utterly shocked.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Caichen's surrounding sword light surged explosively, instantly pushing back all foes; his clear Dark Eye flashed with excitement and urgency, turning into a pure sword rainbow that tore the sky, ignoring the opponents before him, racing at breakneck speed toward Ye Wuque's direction!

He must reunite immediately with his life‑and‑death brother!

At this moment, Ye Wuque was slowly withdrawing his fingers, feeling the supreme power of the Zhutian Dust Realm Burial of Dusk sword, and his heart grew deeper in understanding and awe of the supreme sword technique bestowed by Senior Brother Chu.

"Truly worthy of Senior Brother Chu's gift… the power of this fourth form far exceeds imagination. If I can fully master it, merge it into my own Tiandao, and then layer other divine abilities…"

The Nameless Sword Technique, each form has its own characteristic, its might shakes the heavens!

First form: a landscape stretching ten thousand miles, beautiful as a painting!

Second form: countless heroes bow in competition!

Third form: an eternal elegance that makes the city smile!

Now the newly comprehended fourth form, Zhutian Dust Realm Burial of Dusk!

Even though Ye Wuque only wielded a fraction of his power for this slash, he still easily eliminated Ye Miaoxin!

The terrifying degree is evident!

Excitement flickered in Ye Wuque's eyes, filling him with even stronger confidence and anticipation for the upcoming battle.

At that moment, Ye Wuque sensed something; he saw, far away, a White‑clad Dark Shadow wielding an ancient sword that swept aside endless living beings along its path, radiating unmatched peerless brilliance, racing toward him at extreme speed!

A smile and delight instantly appeared on Ye Wuque's calm, still face!

"Lao Feng!"