Chapter 34: The Jun Family

Ye Wuque's figure stepped out from the ripple at the entrance of that Ancient Little World, returning to the shattered, boundless heavens and earth of the Imperial Tomb's core.

The Space folds behind him slowly smoothed, completely covering the core place that held world‑shaking opportunities and blood‑soaked slaughter.

Inside the Imperial Tomb, the once noisy atmosphere of contest and exploration has faded, and a sense of desolate finality spreads through the air.

In the distant sky, the massive light gate linking to the outside is gradually becoming unstable, its radiance flickering, clearly indicating its closing time has arrived.

Amid the broken ruins everywhere, streaks of flowing light shoot upward, bearing varying degrees of gain and Exhaustion, scrambling to strike the soon‑to‑close light gate.

Many Heavenly Prides wore expressions of excitement and joy, clearly having reaped great benefit in the Imperial Tomb; their aura is far stronger than when they entered.

Great Sword King Zhan Qianqiu's massive Gu Que sword killing aura grew denser, Xiao Shuihan's fingertip‑wrapped sword energy grew ever more chilling and unfathomable, and Mo Li's surrounding sword intent became perfectly harmonious, clearly both have gained.

However, when their gazes occasionally sweep over the Black Robe Figure slowly walking toward the light gate, all joy and confidence instantly give way to an indescribable awe, reverence, and even a hint of fear.

Ye Wuque.

That name has already etched an imprint of invincibility and untouchability in the hearts of the surviving Imperial Tomb Heavenly Prides.

With a single hand he subdues the Jun family Heavenly Pride legion; with a fist he crushes Ye Tianquan of the Ye Clan's 98th sequence!

These two reports, like the fiercest storm, had long before the Imperial Tomb's closing spread to the ears of every survivor.

Each one could shake the Ten Lands, making the Heavenly Prides of myriad races shudder!

They cannot imagine what kind of combat power and daring that entails!

Their gaze toward Ye Wuque is like looking up at an insurmountable Ancient Divine Mountain.

If they were told that in that core place even Hun Dan of the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan and Yun Changming of the Fate Divine Sect have become dead souls under his command, the shock would surely overturn their reason.

Ye Wuque ignored the surrounding gazes, his expression still calm.

This journey into the Imperial Tomb has already achieved its purpose, and far exceeded expectations.

He walked with steady steps, neither fast nor slow, following the crowd toward the dimming exit.

Finally, at the moment when the light gate's fluctuations peaked and were about to completely dissipate, he took a step out.

The scene before his eyes suddenly changed; the vast, Dead Silence of the Imperial Tomb was replaced by the boundless, thriving celestial and terrestrial primal Qi of the outside world.

Yet before anyone could adapt, a cold, oppressive, soul‑freezing murderous aura crashed down like a ten‑thousand‑foot tsunami, instantly enveloping all Heavenly Prides emerging from the light gate!

"Uh!"

"Plop!"

Many Heavenly Prides with slightly weaker cultivation immediately let out a muffled hum, their faces turned deathly pale, legs went weak, and some could not bear the pressure, collapsing to the ground and trembling.

The entire world fell into Dead Silence!

All the emerging Heavenly Prides looked up at the sky in terror.

Above the high heavens, three figures stood like eternal Demon God statues, towering majestically, exuding a terrifying aura that could suppress the ancient sky.

They were three elderly men with white hair, clad in ancient Jun family attire, faces gaunt, eyes like millennia‑old ice, bone‑chillingly cold, devoid of any emotion.

They simply stood there, the Immortal laws flowing around them resonating with heaven and earth, warping the Void, as if ready to unleash world‑destroying power at any moment.

"It… it's the Jun family Ancestor!"

"Three… Three Immortal Ancestors!"

"Heavens! They've all emerged!"

"It's for Jun Ao Tian! The Jun family ancient divine son fell into the Imperial Tomb! The Jun family is utterly enraged!"

"It's over… this really breaks the heavens! The three Immortal Ancestors personally block the gate; this is a fight to the death!"

Countless whispers of awe, fear and schadenfreude spread among the crowd below; all living beings kept a wide distance, daring not to approach the area a hair's breadth, lest they be touched by that terrifying murderous intent.

The gaze of the three Immortal Ancestors of the Jun family, like three invisible heavenly swords, brushed coldly across each Heavenly Pride's face emerging from the Imperial Tomb, bearing scrutiny and unabashed murderous intent, as if searching for something.

When Ye Wuque's Black Robe Figure calmly took the final step out of the light gate—

Boom!!!

The three already bone‑chilling murderous auras instantly surged more than tenfold!

Like three volcanoes that had suppressed ten thousand years, they erupted with a thunderous blast, converging into a tangible blood‑red torrent that tore the heavens and locked onto Ye Wuque alone!

Space solidified, all things fell silent!

That terrifying murderous aura nearly erased the area he occupied from heaven and earth!

At the center, the most gaunt‑faced and deepest‑eyed Jun family Ancestor slowly raised a bony hand, though it contained the power to grind stars, and pointed at Ye Wuque.

His name is Jun Tianming, the oldest Ancestor of the Jun family, having long ascended to the Immortal realm for countless years! His name shakes the Ten Lands!

At this moment, Jun Tianming spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, yet like ten‑million wronged souls wailing, laden with world‑annihilating hatred and murderous intent, echoing through the Dead Silence of heaven and earth:

"Little... creature..."

Each word uttered made the Void tremble, the laws wail.

"It is... you..."

"Repeatedly provoking the dignity of my Jun family… first killing my clan's contemporary divine son… then slaughtering my clan's ancient divine son Ao Tian! Causing the young bloodline of my Jun family… to be nearly cut off!"

"You… deserve ten thousand deaths! No crime can be pardoned!!"

"Today, the three of us will extract your soul, refine your divine bone, and forever imprison you beneath Nine Nether, subjecting you to endless millennia of torment, to appease the spirits of our clan's Heavenly Prides in the heavens!!"

The terrifying sound wave, blended with Immortal‑level pressure, like ten‑million mountains, thundered toward Ye Wuque!

The ground below cracked inch by inch, and distant mountain ranges shivered.

All Heavenly Prides' minds shattered, they stared in horror at the Black Robe Figure, still standing alone under the lock of the three Immortal murderous auras.

"The three Immortals, bearing boundless hatred, block the gate to accuse!"

"The kill‑or‑die situation has arrived!"

Ye Wuque slowly lifted his head; the Black Robe rustled under the terrifying pressure, yet his upright body stood like a divine spear nailed into the Void, immovable.

Facing the three Immortal Ancestors capable of sweeping a Star Domain, his face still showed no trace of fear; only deep within his eyes a faint, bone‑chilling, star‑freezing murderous intent slowly rose.