Chapter 351: Fine, Fine, Fine

Ye Huanyu laughed, then his eyes flickered with a trace of worry:

"The taller the tree in the forest, the more the wind will crush it. The more Wuque dazzles, the heavier the murderous intent in those three veins becomes. As for the Clan Leader…"

Meanwhile, at the Ye Clan's power core— the Clan Leader's Great Hall.

Clan Leader Ye Jinghong sat atop the high throne symbolizing supreme authority, holding a newly received Jade Slip that recorded detailed intelligence; on his handsome and dignified face now shone an unabashed, heartfelt, delighted smile.

"Excellent, Wuque… your dazzling level far exceeds my expectations!"

He murmured softly, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

"Casually eliminate those three, display invincibility… Good! Indeed! Our Ye Clan has produced a true dragon that can shake the heavens and shine through the ages!"

His smile gradually faded, his gaze becoming deep and sharp, as if it could pierce layers of Void and see the scheming within the hidden Dongfu.

"Hmph… some fools never grasp the great trend, seeking personal gain, attempting to crush geniuses and doom the clan's future…"

Ye Jinghong snorted coldly, an invisible authority spreading, and the air in the Great Hall seemed to solidify.

His towering frame rose slowly, like a sleeping male lion awakening, and he spoke softly toward the empty shadows of the hall, his voice carrying undeniable coldness:

"Shadow, go… monitor every movement of Ye Zhenyue, Ye Jiuyuan, and Ye Qiankun's three veins! Remember, every movement! Any change, however slight, must be reported to me immediately!"

"Yes." A hoarse, deep voice, as if not of this world, sounded from the deepest shadows of the Great Hall.

Then the shadow twisted slightly, an eerie silhouette almost merged with darkness materialized out of nowhere, rippling away like water ripples, its destination unknown.

Ye Jinghong stood hands behind his back, gazing at the vast clan lands outside the hall, and a blade‑sharp cold glint flashed in his deep eyes:

"Wuque, you are the future hope of our Ye Clan… If you truly dare to disregard clan rules and the greater picture, to strike at him… then do not blame me… I will show no mercy, cleanse the lineage!"

Amid the Ye Clan's internal turmoil and the Zhutian Wanjie boiling over because of Wuque and others, the Grey-robed Old Man's dark-gold giant ship had traversed bizarre, law‑defying Star Domains and finally reached its destination.

The giant ship shivered slightly, slowly disengaging from its high‑speed transit.

Before the gathered Heavenly Pride on the ship lay an ancient, vast, towering space beyond description.

There were no stars, no continents, as if a separately carved, infinitely expansive realm within a realm.

The heavens were a deep Chaos hue, with hazy Chaos Qi currents drifting like dragons.

The ground was bleak, bearing a dark‑gold sheen, not soil but a solid, heavy cosmic cornerstone.

In the distance, vague outlines of colossal shadows loomed, like slumbering ancient deities, exuding a heart‑stirring age aura and supreme pressure.

The air was saturated with an ultra‑pure yet weighty energy; inhaling it made one's cultivation subtly rise.

Here lies one of the Great Thousand Divine Universe's core sanctums, the … Wanjie Reception Platform that greets trial Heavenly Pride from all realms!

As the giant ship slowly descended and its rune light dimmed,

"Boom—boom—boom…"

From another direction, a roaring sound, not inferior to the ship's and even more violent, erupted!

The Chaos‑colored heavens were ripped asunder, and a towering dark‑red giant ship, its hull blood‑stained and its form more ferocious, like a blood‑soaked Demon God's chariot, burst through space and descended boldly!

This giant ship was equally massive, its hull scarred with slash‑like cuts and axe‑like gouges, and stained with dried, blackened blood left by some unknown, immensely powerful being; a suffocating, undissolvable aura of fierce killing intent and blood scent wafted even from afar, causing many Heavenly Pride aboard to furrow their brows and steel their spirits.

The dark‑red giant ship steadied, and its doors opened.

Figures streamed down from the ship one after another.

These figures, slightly fewer than the Young Supremes, each exuded a fierce aura, eyes sharp as blades, surrounded by almost tangible killing aura and murderous intent!

Their attire varied; some were ragged and bore fresh wounds, yet none dared underestimate them.

Because the iron‑blood aura they emitted—surviving countless battles, crawling out of Corpse Mountain Blood Sea—was more convincing than any splendid robe or mighty presence.

Clearly, their trial differed from the Young Supreme trial, leaning toward endless slaughter and survival.

At this moment, the Grey-robed Old Man, who led the Young Supreme team, smiled faintly, looked toward an elder descending from the bow of the dark‑red giant ship, and said:

"Hehe, Old Mo, you've also come."

The elder called Old Mo was tall and thin, clad in a simple grey combat outfit, his face stern, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

Upon hearing, he looked at the Grey-robed Old Man, and a rare, slightly stiff smile tugged at his austere face; his voice was hoarse like metal grinding.

"Hehe, Old Ning, the Young Supreme trial you're handling this time looks… full of monsters."

The Old Ning he mentioned was, of course, the Grey-robed Old Man himself.

His gaze scanned like a tangible sweep, flashing over Wuque, Feng Caichen, Ao Tianyin and the others behind Old Ning, lingering briefly on Wuque and Feng Caichen, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his eyes.

"This time, you're lucky to be in charge of the Young Supreme trial! What a fine assignment!" Old Mo's tone was indistinguishable between envy and teasing.

Old Ning stroked his beard, smiled faintly, and gave no answer:

"Hehe, Old Mo, the endless slaughter trial you oversee is not bad at all, I think."

His murky eyes also swept toward the murderous beings behind Old Mo, his gaze filled with awe and admiration.

To emerge alive from a battlefield designed solely for killing and destruction, and to earn the right to come here, each one is a truly ruthless figure, with potential and temperament absolutely terrifying.

Ye Wuque stood at the front of the crowd, his calm gaze naturally turning toward the endless slaughter trial team.

Each of these beings resembled a drawn weapon, exuding a dangerous aura that warned others to stay away.

They kept a wary distance from each other, clearly having forged not only battlefield camaraderie but also deep mistrust.

However, Ye Wuque keenly observed that in this murderous team, almost every being—whether unruly or grimly cold—after they disembarked, would glance, consciously or not, with an unmistakable mix of terror, shock, and deep awe toward the figure at the front of the formation.

That was a lone young man, seemingly out of place amid the surrounding killing aura yet naturally the focus of everyone's gaze.

He stood tall, clad in a simple violet combat outfit, over which draped a dark‑violet robe whose hem was embroidered with faint, flame‑like Sun Wheel patterns.

His striking violet hair fell loosely over his shoulders, with tiny violet light specks drifting among the strands.

His handsome face bore chiseled features, and his eyes were an uncanny violet‑gold, calm and still yet seemingly containing two impending violet suns, brimming with endless heat and majesty.

He simply stood there, without any outward surge of energy or deliberate killing aura, yet an imposing, mountain‑like, sea‑like presence naturally radiated, as if capable of suppressing all unrest and bloodshed.

In the small area around him, even the air seemed denser and scorching.

The surrounding trial participants looked at him as mortals gaze at a deity among the clouds, filled with fear, awe, and a profound sense of helplessness.

It seemed that while they struggled for survival in that endless slaughter furnace, this man alone … with absolute power, dominated that inferno!

Ye Wuque's gaze fell on this person, his eyebrows lifting slightly.

He knows this person.

Sure enough, it is Ziyang Shen.