Chapter 397: Son of Geshu Wuyou

Ye Wuque slowly withdrew his finger, his expression still calm, as if he had merely crushed an ant with a casual swipe.

He exuded a restrained aura; the world‑shaking punch and the killing arrow he just delivered seemed to have cost him little energy.

Only now did Geshu Wenyue, who had been quietly watching, gently clap his hands.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

The crisp applause echoed through the silent secret realm.

"Truly worthy of being the contemporary Holy Son of the Great Thousand Divine Universe, Ye Clan Young Master."

Geshu Wenyue spoke, a faint, inscrutable smile on his face.

"Despite his youth, he can casually subdue Nine Tribulation‑level Immortal Realm Peak masters… decisive in killing, his bearing is composed. The younger generation of the Nine Heavens Ten Earths will surely hold you in utmost reverence."

His words were generous in praise, yet revealed little emotional fluctuation.

It was only now that Ye Wuque truly fixed his gaze upon the sword‑wielding man who, since his appearance, had displayed terrifying power.

Their eyes met.

In the Void, invisible sparks seemed to burst.

"Are you Geshu Wenyue?"

Ye Wuque replied, his voice steady.

"Indeed, I am." Geshu Wenyue nodded, his faint smile unchanged, still carrying a hint of the indefinable.

Ye Wuque paused a moment, his gaze lingering on Geshu Wenyue's face, especially between his brows and eyes, then asked, "What relation do you have with Geshu Wuyou?"

The surname Geshu is uncommon across the Zhutian Wanjie.

Ye Wuque would never forget that, in his early years, he had obtained an unparalleled inheritance from a senior master who called himself Geshu Wuyou in an ancient secret realm.

That senior was unfathomable; the "Thus I Sever the World" sword manual he left became one of Ye Wuque's early crucial trump cards, helping him overcome countless perils and slay many foes.

Later, that sword manual proved vital to Feng Caichen.

He has kept this karmic debt ever in mind.

Now, encountering another being bearing the Geshu surname with such astonishing power, he naturally had to ask plainly.

Hearing the name Geshu Wuyou, Geshu Wenyue's ever‑calm smile froze faintly for a moment.

He was silent for a while, his gaze steadied again as he looked at Ye Wuque, then slowly said, "Brother Ye, why ask this?"

He paused, then added with unmistakable certainty, "Geshu Wuyou is my father."

A flash of brilliance sparked in Ye Wuque's eyes.

Indeed!

No wonder, the moment he first saw Geshu Wenyue, he vaguely sensed a faint karmic link—not hostility, but a subtle resonance stemming from the Tiandao inheritance.

So he is the son of Geshu Wuyou!

"I see." Ye Wuque nodded, his cold expression softening slightly. He did not conceal anything, saying plainly, "Senior Geshu Wuyou once showed me kindness. I was fortunate to receive a fragment of his leftover inheritance."

His words caused Geshu Wenyue's brows to twitch imperceptibly, a flash of surprise in his eyes that quickly turned to comprehension.

"I see." He whispered the same words, his smile becoming more genuine, "No wonder… no wonder I vaguely sensed a familiar blade‑tone in Brother Ye, faint yet stemming from a single source. My father once roamed the Zhutian, carefree, and indeed left opportunistic inheritances in certain places. That you obtained them is both fate and skill."

After this brief exchange, the tension that had crackled between them was subtly eased.

In each other's gaze, a few shades of pure hostility faded, replaced by a touch of goodwill.

There was gratitude for the senior's kindness, acknowledgment of each other's strength, and also… a mutual respect as fellow unparalleled Heavenly Prides.

Yet all these subtle shifts could not alter one fundamental fact—

The mass of the Creation Saint Method Origin, radiating endless allure, still hovered between them, drifting slowly, its chaotic aura swirling as if quietly awaiting its final destination.

Ye Wuque and Geshu Wenyue's gazes almost simultaneously returned to that chaotic light sphere.

In the air, the atmosphere that had just eased became dense and heavy once more.

Geshu Wenyue suddenly let out a light laugh, breaking the silence.

He looked at Ye Wuque, his eyes clear yet burning with combat intent.

Geshu Wenyue spoke slowly, his right hand lightly resting again on the hilt of the black long sword at his waist.

"The Holy Law Origin lies ahead; you and I must eventually clash."

"Then before that…"

In Geshu Wenyue's eyes, the fighting spirit rose like two blazing flames.

"Let me see, Brother Ye, just how unfathomably deep your strength truly is."

The moment his words fell—

Geshu Wenyue pointed his finger like a blade, gently sweeping toward the Void where Ye Wuque stood.

He did not draw the heart‑stopping black sword at his waist.

Just a hand‑instead‑of‑blade, a casual slash.

Yet at the instant his finger cut through—

Boom—!!!

The entire secret realm seemed struck by an ancient star!

The boundless terrifying blade‑intent, like a volcano suppressed for eons, erupted with a thunderous blast!

Above the heavens, endless blade‑qi materialized out of nothing, forming a black blade curtain that covered the world.

Within the curtain, terrifying scenes of Eight Desolate Extinction and the collapse of the Six Directions unfolded!

A blade‑intent that slays all, ends everything, making the heavens tremble, locked onto Ye Wuque!

"This technique is called…"

Geshu Wenyue's voice, like that from the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, was cold and lethal:

"Eight Desolate Extinction Slash."

Snicker—!

The jet‑black blade curtain, like the heavens overturning, boldly slashed down toward Ye Wuque!