Chapter 388: Creation

Ye Wuque still stood where he was, slowly withdrawing his right hand.

The towering golden hand that had blocked the sky faded, turning into countless golden specks that fell like a fine rain, merging with the secret realm's earth.

His expression was calm, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, still and placid.

"This is merely a contest for opportunity, not a life‑or‑death foe; there is no need to strike a killing blow."

Ye Wuque's voice rang out, not loud but clear enough to reach every Heavenly Pride's ear.

"This place has gathered many dazzling figures from the Nine Heavens Ten Lands; if too many die or are wounded, it will only weaken the overall strength of our Nine Heavens Ten Lands."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Heavenly Prides who were rising from the ground with complicated expressions, and continued: "The Other Shore World watches hungrily; they hope we turn on each other. Today's opportunity belongs to the capable. I, Ye Wuque, will contend, and will do so with strength. Yet, as fellow Dark Cultivators of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands, I refuse to be the one who brings pain to friends and pleasure to enemies."

When those words finished, the secret realm fell into an even deeper silence.

Many Heavenly Prides wore thoughtful expressions.

Ao Tianyin walked in from afar, his golden Dragon Pupils fixed on Ye Wuque. After a long moment, he bowed deeply: "Brother Ye, your magnanimity I admire. Regarding today's matter, my skill falls short of yours."

His words were sincere. As a pure‑blood descendant of the Golden Emperor Dragon Clan, he possessed his own pride, yet was not ignorant of reason. Ye Wuque could have easily exterminated them all, but chose to hold back; this magnanimity he could not help but respect.

Kun Chi stepped forward as well; the battle intent in him had subsided, replaced by a sharp insight: "Brother Ye, I have noted your restraint today. Yet I will not abandon the contest for the Holy Law Origin. Should another chance arise, I will return to challenge you!"

Ye Wuque looked at him, gave a slight nod: "I await you at any time."

Jian Wushuang materialized as a blade of light and, true to his straightforward nature, said plainly: "Ye Wuque, you are impressive! I, Jian Wushuang, submit! Not to your power—though your power is indeed monstrous—but to your vision! For today, consider me indebted to you!"

With these top‑tier Heavenly Prides stating their positions, the others also bowed their hands in turn.

"Thank you, Ye Saint Son, for sparing us!"

"We have witnessed today; we take our leave!"

"Ye Saint Son, until we meet again!"

One voice after another rose, still tinged with reluctance, but mostly with sincere admiration.

The gap in strength was so vast that it left no room for jealousy, only for reverent gazing.

More importantly, Ye Wuque's words awakened them.

Within the Nine Heavens Ten Lands, conflicts indeed raged, yet when confronting the Other Shore World as a common external foe, they all stood on the same front.

If they were to slaughter each other over the chance, the only ones to benefit would be the enemy.

Feeling the chasm in power with Ye Wuque, as vast as a Heavenly Moat, the countless Heavenly Prides could only choose to depart.

In small groups they fled toward the secret realm's exit, their silhouettes tinged with melancholy yet also with newfound insight.

Kun Chi and Ao Tianyin were the last to leave.

The two stood at the secret realm's entrance, looking back at the Black Robe Figure still standing deep within, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Our gap with him grows ever larger."

Kun Chi whispered, his tone bitter yet also stirred with fighting spirit: "After this Star Sky Ancient Path concludes, I will retreat into the War God Blood Pool for seclusion. Until I achieve the Dao, I vow not to emerge!"

Ao Tianyin exhaled a long breath, the light in his golden Dragon Pupils flickering: "I always believed that pure‑blood Golden Emperor Dragon was among the strongest lineages in the world; today I realize that there are people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens. Ye Wuque's flesh... has already transcended the limits of his bloodline."

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing resolve in the other's eyes.

Facing the distant Ye Wuque across a void of a thousand miles, they solemnly clasped their hands in a bow.

This bow was gratitude for the mercy, reverence for the strong, and also a farewell.

They will pursue their own Dao, and one day will return in an even stronger form.

After the bow, the two turned, becoming two streaks of light that vanished into the heavens.

They set out toward the deeper part of the Star Sky Ancient Path, toward the Ultimate Main Road.

Remaining on the Nine Heavens branch, they are destined never to surpass Ye Wuque's towering presence; they need a broader world.

Before departing, Jian Wushuang let out a long howl toward Ye Wuque's direction: "Ye Wuque! I will wait for you on the Ultimate Main Road!"

His words finished, the blade light shot upward, tearing through the void.

With the departure of these top Heavenly Prides, the remaining ones also quickened their steps.

In less than the time it takes a incense stick to burn, the once bustling secret realm, which had gathered tens of thousands of dazzling figures, became empty and desolate.

Only the traces of battle remained, along with various lingering magical currents in the air.

And the Black Robe Figure still standing proudly in the void.

Ye Wuque stood alone at the secret realm's center, the black robe fluttering gently in the breeze formed by the Creation aura.

His single palm strike, a peerless display that could suppress ten thousand foes with one hand, has been deeply imprinted upon this land and upon every departing Heavenly Pride's heart.

He slowly turned his gaze inward, feeling the surging oceanic power within, a faint satisfied smile curling his lips.

From the Human King Realm he leapt straight to the Great Perfection of the Stepping Heaven Realm, crossing more than an entire great realm in between.

Ordinary Dark Cultivators need centuries, even millennia, to accumulate and breakthrough; he, through battles on the Star Sky Ancient Path, cultivated by combat and by opportunity, forced the achievement within a short span.

His combat power has surged too much!

It is not merely an elevation of cultivation realm, but more importantly a deeper grasp of the Dao, an exploration of flesh mysteries, and mastery of combat art, all reaching a brand‑new height.

Now, how strong he truly is, even he himself requires a truly evenly matched battle to gauge.

But for now, it is not the time to ponder such things.

Ye Wuque steadied his mind, his gaze turning toward the deepest part of the secret realm.

There, the Creation aura was most intense, the Dao Rhythm of birth and death, Reincarnation, nearly solidified, becoming visible colored glows that floated through the void.

Within the glows, a vague chaotic-colored light sphere drifted, and inside it seemed ten thousand worlds being born and destroyed, endless lives cycling through Reincarnation and transcendence.

That is the Creation Saint Method Origin!

A supreme treasure that can stand alongside the Time‑Space Saint Method Origin and the Battle Sage Method Origin!

Ye Wuque could already feel his internal Battle Sage Method Origin and Time‑Space Saint Method Origin emitting a faint resonance.

It is a response to the same‑level origins, an attraction between Tiandao.

He took a slow step forward, walking toward the secret realm's depths.

Footsteps on the Void stirred concentric ripples.

Where he passed, the scattered remnants of assorted magical power, like subjects before a monarch, hurried away and vanished.

The Creation Saint Art aura permeating the secret realm actively gathered toward him, as if welcoming their future master.

One step, ten steps, a hundred steps…

Ye Wuque walked very slowly, yet steadily.

His mind was highly focused, Divine Sense like the most delicate spiderweb, radiating from him in all directions, covering every inch of Space in the secret realm.

He constantly felt that deep within the secret realm, something else still lay hidden.

That feeling was vague, like an illusion, yet also like a trace left by an extremely sophisticated concealment technique.

For someone of his current cultivation and Divine Soul strength, a feeling he could barely confirm was certainly not simple.

Finally, he arrived at a point only Hundred Zhang away from that Chaos light sphere.

At this distance, he could clearly sense the vast Dao Rhythm emanating from the Creation Saint Method Origin.

That Great Power that governs Creation, nurtures all things, and commands life and death made Ye Wuque's mind tremble.

If he could successfully merge this third Holy Law Origin, his strength would undergo another qualitative leap, perhaps even reaching the legendary Immortal threshold.

However, just as he prepared to advance, when the true arrival before the Holy Law Origin—

Ye Wuque suddenly halted his steps.

His body paused briefly, then he slowly turned, facing a seemingly empty Void on his left.

Under his black robe, a sharp, tangible golden glint flashed in his deep eyes.

"You've been watching this play for so long, still not stepping out?"

Ye Wuque spoke lightly, his voice calm yet bearing a penetrating force that pierced illusion, echoing through the silent secret realm.

The scene fell eerily silent.