Chapter 369: Old Man of the Seven Universes!

However, this is only the beginning!

Just as Wu Qian Jue's terrifying pressure enveloped the four directions, the killing intent locked onto Ye Wuque, and countless people were terrified—

"Boom—!!!"

Another utterly different yet equally vast and terrifying pressure, filled with a sense of ancient sorrow and icy wrath, thundered down from another direction!

A cold and ancient voice of an old woman, imbued with supreme authority, cracked like thunder across the starry sky:

"Who… dares so boldly to lay this poisonous hand on my disciple…?!"

As the voice fell, a figure already appeared within the starry sky.

It was an old woman clad in plain purple hemp robes, her silver hair meticulously tied at the back, bound with a seemingly ordinary ribbon that faintly pulsed with mysterious violet light.

Her face was weathered, etched by the ravages of time, yet her eyes were clear and profound as if containing the myriad affairs of the mortal world and the cycles of existence; at this moment, those eyes burned with a cold, bone‑piercing fury!

The old woman leaned on a violet‑wood staff shaped like a coiling dragon, standing silently there; no earth‑shaking phenomena surrounded her, yet an invisible pressure emanated naturally, causing the souls of all living beings who sensed it to tremble!

"This… this aura… this attire… could it be…"

"Ziwei Dao Ancestor! She is that unfathomable, wandering free‑spirit beyond the Zhutian… Ziwei Dao Ancestor!"

"My heavens! Legend says this being, countless ages ago, was already a supreme existence beyond Immortal, and no one knows what realm her cultivation has reached now! She… she is actually the master of the Imperial Daughter Miao Xin?!"

"Behind the Imperial Daughter Miao Xin stands such a terrifying great power!"

Among the Ye Clan, those with broad insight now voiced their amazement.

The reputation of the Ziwei Dao Ancestor, in some ancient circles, is no less than that of imperial ancestors like Wu Qian Jue, and its mystery and transcendence add even more intimidation!

Ye Qiankun, seeing the Ziwei Dao Ancestor descend, his excitement deepened; he quickly suppressed his injuries, bowed deeply toward the old woman, and respectfully said, "Junior Ye Qiankun, I pay respects to Senior Ziwei! Thank you for upholding justice for my little sister!"

The Ziwei Dao Ancestor's gaze swept over Ye Qiankun, gave a slight nod, then her cold eyes locked firmly on Ye Wuque, and she spoke without any emotion: "Junior, your heart is vicious, your methods cruel, you recklessly harbor killing intent. Today, I will, on behalf of your undisciplined master, give you a proper lesson!"

Two terrifying great powers, renowned across the Zhutian Wanjie with unfathomable cultivation, descended in succession, their spears aimed directly at Ye Wuque, ready to avenge their disciple or descendant! Such a scene could drive anyone into despair!

Ye Zhenyue and his two companions were now elated; the previous frustration and fear vanished, replaced by boundless exhilaration and anticipation.

With Wu Qian Jue and the Ziwei Dao Ancestor joining forces, Ye Wuque today finds his wings unable to lift!

However, faced with these sudden terrifying foes, Ye Wuque's expression remained… calm.

Even his eyes showed no hint of surprise or panic, as if he had long anticipated this scene.

He simply stood there silently, his black robe fluttering slightly under the terrifying pressure of the two great powers, his posture upright as a pine.

Wu Qian Jue, seeing Ye Wuque show no fear, a flicker of impatience and murderous intent crossed his grim face; without further words, the illusory mist avatar lifted a gaunt finger seemingly formed from endless silver fog, pointed at Ye Wuque, and lightly… tapped from a distance!

"Junior, die."

The motion was casual, as if merely flicking away a speck of dust.

At the instant his fingertip descended—

"Whoosh—!"

A silver mist thread, so fine it was almost invisible, burst from his fingertip!

The mist thread began as thin as a hair, but the moment it left his fingertip it suddenly expanded and elongated, becoming a silver mist river that spanned the starry sky!

Within the mist river, countless twisted law runes floated, and terrifying Dao Rhythm of oblivion, decay, and assimilation permeated; wherever it passed, space silently dissolved, as if the strange mist wholly devoured and reduced it to the most basic void particles!

The power of this single finger already surpassed ordinary offensive arts, involving the erosion and eradication of the Path Origin!

Not to mention Ye Wuque; even a living Ancient Star or a Star Domain struck by this mist river would likely vanish instantly!

A casual strike from an imperial‑ancestral‑level being is terrifying indeed!

"Wuque, watch out!" Ye Huanyu shouted in alarm.

"Audacious!" Clan Leader Ye Jinghong turned a deep shade of fury, his hair bristling, and shouted sternly: "Wu Qian Jue! This is the Ye Clan! How dare you run amok here and strike at our Imperial Son?!"

As he spoke, purple qi surged around Ye Jinghong, his clan leader robe rustling, ready to intervene at any cost.

Ye Wuque's displayed value and potential had already made him resolve that, even if it meant a full‑blown clash with beings like Wu Qian Jue, he would protect Ye Wuque!

However, just as Ye Jinghong was about to act—

"Clan Leader, the dispute among juniors need not involve you personally. Stay, and discuss reason with me instead."

A plain yet indisputable voice of the old woman sounded.

The Ziwei Dao Ancestor, whose steps had subtly shifted at an unknown moment, appeared to move slowly yet strangely spanned the path between Ye Jinghong and Wu Qian Jue's attacks!

Her violet‑wood staff gave a light pause to the void.

"Buzz—!"

A hazy yet brilliant radiance, like a reversed Star River, spread from her surroundings, instantly enveloping the large area where Ye Jinghong stood!

Ye Jinghong felt as if he had instantly fallen into an endless Reincarnation illusion; his magical power, will, and even perception of reality were severely disrupted and delayed!

Although with his cultivation breaking through this mental realm was not impossible, it would… require time!

Meanwhile, Wu Qian Jue's terrifying silver mist river had already crossed most of the distance, now only a breath away from Ye Wuque!

A hair's breadth! A true life‑or‑death crisis!

Countless members of the Ye Clan held their breath, their hearts nearly leapt out of their throats!

Ye Huanyu's eyes strained to the breaking point, yet the whip was out of reach!

Feng Caichen gripped his sword hilt tightly, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes, ready to strike regardless of everything!

Just as everyone thought Ye Wuque would fall under Wu Qian Jue's terrifying finger—

"Hmph!"

A sound not particularly loud, yet bearing an indescribable ancient authority and detached cold snort, as if it had traversed endless Space-Time Barriers, suddenly rang across the starry sky!

That cold snort seemed to contain a supreme rule power; the moment it sounded, the terrifying silver mist river about to engulf Ye Wuque strangely solidified for an instant!

Immediately after, a plain gray palm, as if formed from the purest Chaos Qi flow, appeared without warning before Ye Wuque, and casually… slapped the solidified silver mist river and the slightly altered avatar of Wu Qian Jue behind it!

The motion was equally casual, yet carried a weightless, transcendent superiority beyond Wu Qian Jue's.

"Bang—!!!"

The gray hand collides with the silver mist river!

That terrifying mist river, capable of eroding ten thousand Dao and erasing the Star Domain, instantly melts and disintegrates the moment it contacts the gray hand, reverting to the most basic mist law, then is easily smoothed and dispersed by an invisible force field contained within the gray hand!

Moreover, after the gray hand shatters the mist river, its suppressive power does not diminish at all; bearing an undeniable will to subdue, it presses forward toward the embodiment of Wu Qian Jue's condensed mist… crushing it down!

"What?!" For the first time, a clear look of shock appeared on Wu Qian Jue's illusory face!

The layers of power and Dao Rhythm contained in that gray hand made him sense a thick… danger!

He dared not delay; the illusory arms thrust forward violently, the swirling silver mist around him instantly boiled, forming a Fog Veil Divine Shield etched with countless ancient totems, as if bearing the millennia‑long Qi of the Silver Mist Imperial Clan, and held it before him!

"Boom—!!!"

The gray hand struck solidly upon the Fog Veil Divine Shield!

This time, it emitted a deep, star‑collision‑like thunderous roar!

"Crack…!"

A fine cracking sound rang out, and the seemingly indestructible Fog Veil Divine Shield, imbued with Imperial Clan Qi, suddenly showed spider‑web‑like Liewen on its surface!

Although not completely shattered, Wu Qian Jue jolted violently, his illusory Dark Shadow dimming noticeably, even stumbling back half a step!

He snapped his head up, his emerald ghost‑fire eyes fixed rigidly on the direction where the gray hand appeared, his voice filled with astonishment and disbelief:

"This can't be! You… you are… the subordinate of the Great Thousand Divine Universe… Seven Yu Elder?!"

With his exclamation, the Void rippled slightly, and a figure of an elder clad in a plain gray robe, with white beard and hair and a gaunt face, slowly materialized from illusion to reality, standing calmly there as if he had always been there.

It was indeed Seven Yu Elder!