Chapter 316

His mocking words had not even finished when they suddenly turned into a horribly tragic, chilling scream!

The Nine Dragons Binding Heaven Lock coiled around him, its golden chains flashing with ancient runes, and an invisible, formless yet terrifying torment force that seemed to strike directly at the soul's origin and the foundation of Tiandao surged like billions of red‑hot steel needles, instantly piercing the remaining spirit of Lei Yuhuang!

This pain far exceeds flesh collapse, surpasses the tearing of the spirit, and is a direct interrogation and eroding of the Dark Being itself!

Lei Yuhuang's spiritual body twisted and convulsed wildly within the protective Thunder Seal, its wail no longer human, causing every distant spectator to feel a chill surge from the soles of their feet up to the celestial crown, their faces turning death‑pale, eyes revealing uncontrollable terror!

Even Feng Caichen, upon seeing Lei Yuhuang's sudden tragic state, was slightly stunned, then cast a strangely odd glance at the calmly‑faced Ye Wuque beside him.

When it comes to interrogation and torturing enemies… our own Lao Ye really does have a unique touch.

Ye Wuque seemed not to hear the deafening wail, merely gazing calmly at the twisted spirit, and his tranquil voice rang out, carrying a chilling undertone:

"I want to see how many characters you can endure, whether you can last thirty minutes,"

"I… am actually looking forward to it…"

Hearing this, Feng Caichen watched his foe endure such torment, and the millennia‑old blood feud seemed to find a release; on his cold face, a rare, genuine smile of exhilaration appeared.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Lei Yuhuang's wail never ceased; instead, as time passed it grew more intense, his voice hoarse, yet it could not lessen the horrific pain emanating from deep within his soul.

"Grind." Ye Wuque calmly uttered the sixth syllable of the Nine Dragons Binding Heaven Lock.

The light on the chains shifted slightly, and the torment force seemed to acquire a grinding quality, aiming to wear Lei Yuhuang's spirit down to nothingness!

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" The wail rose to another level.

"Blanch."

"Flame."

"Radiant."

"Burning."

Each time Ye Wuque uttered a word, the power of the Nine Dragons Binding Heaven Lock surged a notch, and the torment force delved deeper into the Primordial, becoming even more terrifying!

Lei Yuhuang's wail grew even more chilling, even more inhuman!

When Ye Wuque reached the tenth character, Lei Yuhuang's wail had become intermittent, filled with a mournful cry of extreme agony and… collapse!

"Ahhh… no… don't… stop… stop…"

"Stop… have mercy… I say! I say ahhh…!!!"

"What exactly do you want to know! I say ahhh…!!!"

After twenty‑some minutes.

He finally… yielded!

Ye Wuque's mouth curved into a faint smile, which to Lei Yuhuang seemed even more terrifying than a demon.

"Heh, so that's it? Where's the unruly attitude you showed earlier?"

"Please… recover a bit."

However, Ye Wuque nodded slightly in his heart, acknowledging that Lei Yuhuang was indeed a person of steadfast will.

To endure under the tenth syllable of the Nine Dragons Binding Heaven Lock for over twenty minutes before collapsing is, of course, extraordinarily remarkable.

He shifted his thoughts and temporarily withdrew the torment force of the Nine Dragons Binding Heaven Lock.

The heart‑rending wail abruptly ceased, leaving only Lei Yuhuang's spirit's violent, fear‑filled, painful gasps.

Feng Caichen stepped forward, his icy gaze like twin swords thrusting at the faint spirit, his voice laced with suppressed murderous intent and urgency, and he asked:

"Tell me, Wind Clan… how exactly were you annihilated?"

"What role did your Thunder Clan play in it?"

"Give me the whole story… from start to finish…"

Lei Yuhuang's spirit trembled violently, clearly not yet fully recovered from the recent torment; his hoarse, weak voice, laden with endless terror, began to speak haltingly:

"The Thunder Clan… and the Wind Clan… have been ancient rivals since time immemorial… waging wars… slaughtering each other for countless ages…"

"That was after a 'Ultimate Campaign' that shook Zhutian… the Wind Clan, as one of the main forces, suffered massive loss of vitality… its top masters were reduced to less than one in ten… its foundation severely damaged…"

"Our Thunder Clan… allied with some powerful beings who bore old grudges against the Wind Clan… and seized the chance to launch a surprise attack…"

"Those battles… were too sudden… the Wind Clan was caught off guard… casualties were countless…"

"Under… under the desperate protection of many Wind Clan great experts… the entire Wind Clan… only… only a mere handful of people… escaped…"

"You… you must be… one of those few… who escaped back then…"

As Lei Yuhuang spoke, Feng Caichen's body began to tremble slightly, and his clear Dark Eyes instantly turned blood red!

The agonizing memories sealed deep within his bloodline, deliberately forgotten because he was young, surged into his mind like floodwaters bursting through a dam!

He remembered!

The towering flames! The earth-shaking battle cries! The familiar clansmen falling one after another into pools of blood!

His father, that indomitable Wind Clan Clan Leader, burned his divine soul and self-destructed amidst the Thunder Clan army to buy him a sliver of hope!

His mother, that gentle yet resolute woman, shielded him tightly behind her, and was ultimately pierced through by a terrifying bolt of lightning…

And the Ancestors, Elders, uncles and elders who had watched him grow up… they roared, they bellowed, building a defensive line with their flesh and blood, solely to escort these last seeds of hope of the clan to escape…

All of them died!

To cover Feng Caichen's retreat, all his loved ones, the elders he knew, the clan he cherished… nearly all perished in that battle!

He, Feng Caichen, became the Wind Clan's last hope! Bearing the blood and hatred of the entire clan, he survived alone!

And even after escaping, it was a narrow escape from death, with endless pursuit.

In the end, after the Wind Clan paid an unimaginable price, the young him was escorted away by the clan's great experts, but was still discovered by a terrifying Thunder Clan great expert, drawing endless terrifying pursuit.

Later, at the critical moment when he was about to be completely killed by the Thunder Clan great experts, a mysterious Dark Being appeared out of nowhere and intervened to save him, which was the only reason he was not hunted to death by the Thunder Clan…

Later, it was precisely with the help of this mysterious Dark Being that Feng Caichen came to the Forbidden Starry Sky, where he began his invincible path in that Sword Forging Main City…

"That supreme Dark Being who sent me to the Forbidden Starry Sky seemed to call himself… Tai Chu…"

Feng Caichen murmured to himself, recalling part of the crucial memories.

After remembering this agonizing memory, he staggered slightly, his face instantly turning pale as paper, the blood-red color in those Dark Eyes so dense it seemed about to drip blood! It was a grief that tore at his heart and pierced his very soul!

Beside him, Ye Wuque watched Lao Feng in such agony, his own heart seized by a sharp pang, filled with unbearable discomfort.

Though he himself had suffered the Three-Year Tribulation since childhood, been betrayed by his own clan, had his Ancestral God blood dug out, and wandered destitute, enduring endless suffering.

But compared to Feng Caichen's tragic past of his entire clan annihilated and all his loved ones dead, he suddenly felt that his own past suffering seemed... to amount to nothing.

He, Ye Wuque, at least knew he was not alone; he still had family who loved him deeply.

But Feng Caichen had lost everything.

His path was a truly solitary one—born of the sword, raised by the sword, and perhaps... ultimately destined to return to the sword.

His world held nothing but the sword, and a blood-sea-deep vengeance that even ten thousand ages could never wash clean.

In that moment, a towering killing intent and hatred surged within Ye Wuque toward the Thunder Clan!

Lao Feng's hatred was his, Ye Wuque's, hatred!

"Your Thunder Clan... truly reached the absolute pinnacle of shamelessness and brazenness..." Ye Wuque's voice was cold, carrying undisguised killing intent. "To the Wind Clan, who rendered heaven-shaking merit in the 'Ultimate Campaign'... you struck with lethal intent..."

From Lei Yuhuang's divine soul fluctuations came a feeble cold snort, carrying a kind of indifference:

"Heh... winners become kings, losers become bandits... it was merely a struggle for fortune..."

"The Thunder Clan and the Wind Clan... slaughtered each other for countless ages... the hatred had long seeped into the very marrow..."

"If back then... it had been my Thunder Clan that suffered devastating casualties in that 'Ultimate Campaign'... surely... the Wind Clan would not have passed up the chance to uproot us entirely..."

"Two great clans... in the end... only one can survive... this is... destiny..."

Just then, the light from Feng Caichen's supreme treasure, the Space-Locking Mirror, began to flicker violently, growing unsteady, clearly indicating that the imprisonment time was about to reach its limit.

"Time... is up..." Within Lei Yuhuang's divine soul fluctuations, a trace of confidence seemed to return.

The next moment, the Space-Locking Mirror's light dispersed completely!

The thunder talisman enveloping Lei Yuhuang's Remnant Soul erupted violently with intense spatial fluctuations, the Guardian Thunder Seal blazed with light, and in an instant it was about to tear through the Void, escaping into the unseen to return to the Thunder Clan's Ancestral Land!

As the Thunder Clan's most core descendant of this generation, and possibly the foremost monstrous talent in ten thousand ages, the life-preserving means bestowed upon him by the Thunder Clan were truly extraordinary; wanting to keep him here permanently in one stroke was exceedingly difficult.

In the end, under the gazes of Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, that ball of thunder light carrying Lei Yuhuang's Remnant Soul vanished completely into the Void, leaving behind only a faint trace of residual will, filled with venomous hatred.

The powerful foe had temporarily retreated, but the blood feud remained unextinguished.

Ye Wuque walked to the side of Feng Caichen, who was still immersed in immense grief, his body trembling slightly, reached out his hand, and clapped him heavily on the shoulder, his voice steady and firm:

"Lao Feng."

"The road of vengeance."

"I'll walk it with you."

Feng Caichen slowly raised his head; in those blood-red Dark Eyes, the tears had already dried, leaving only a resolve and killing intent like ten-thousand-year ice.

He looked at Ye Wuque, looked at this brother who had shared life and death with him, nodded heavily, and squeezed out a few words from deep within his throat:

"Mm!"

"Together!"