Chapter 423: The War Letter of the First of the Young Generation in the Other Shore World

The whole arena fell into a Dead Silence even deeper and more profound than before… silence.

All spectators, as if gazing upon a deity, looked up at the Black Robe Figure at the center of the starry sky, and only one thought remained in their hearts—

Monsters cannot be opposed!

Ye Wuque, wielding the Extreme Realm, took on two opponents at once and, like crushing rotten wood, defeated the two great Dual Extremities Realm Ancient Freaks!

His peerless ferocity, from now on, will utterly reverberate throughout the Ultimate Main Road!

After Ye Wuque swept clean the fortunes here.

He continued his expedition deeper into the Ancient Path…

Years passed like a shuttle, the starry sky endless.

Since the prelude to the forty‑ninth gate's Ancient God Meteor Crater, Ye Wuque's world‑shaking battle, twenty years of time have already hurriedly passed…

For cultivators who measure time in thousands or ten‑thousands of years, twenty years are merely a blink.

Yet on the magnificent, destiny‑laden and blood‑stained Ultimate Main Road, twenty years are enough for countless events, enough for a name to become legend, and enough for innumerable Heavenly Prides to rise and fall.

And the three characters Ye Wuque, over these twenty years, have become on the Ultimate Main Road an inescapable symbol representing absolute power and invincibility…!

Extreme Realm! Single‑handedly battling Dual Extremities Realm monsters and crushing them! Corpse Clan Young Master Shi Litian was beaten into a desperate flight, Honghuang monster Xu Tianhuang was gravely wounded and fled! …

These battle records, already spread through countless eyewitnesses' word‑of‑mouth and Jade Slip chronicles, have reached every corner of the one‑hundred‑and‑eight gates of the Ultimate Main Road.

Ye Wuque is widely acknowledged as one of the most terrifying supreme taboo monsters on the present Ultimate Main Road!

His fearsome reputation is so great that many veteran strongmen and Ancient Freaks turn pale at the mere mention, daring not to provoke him.

He is like a solitary, powerful traveler of the starry sky, pushing forward, breaking through gate after gate.

Wherever he passes, fortunes are gathered, enemies are cut down.

His stride is firm and unhurried, his goal ever clear… the end of the road, the ultimate destiny, the supreme Tiandao.

On this day.

Ultimate Main Road, Gate One Hundred and Eight.

Here lies the terminus of the Star Sky Ancient Road, also the fabled end of all fortunes and trials.

The scenery within the gate surpasses that of the previous levels.

The starry sky is even more vast and ancient, the stars larger and more dazzling, the permeating law‑energy so dense it is almost liquid, and each breath seems to inhale and exhale fragments of Tiandao.

Within the Void, one can see shattered ancient ruins everywhere, floating celestial mountains and divine islands, a mysterious long river flowing with Chaos Qi, and even some faint, seemingly dimension‑linking space fissures.

A grand, desolate aura, simultaneously brimming with infinite possibilities and ultimate oppression, blankets this final Star Domain.

At this moment, within Gate One Hundred and Eight, in a relatively tranquil yet force‑field‑shrouded ancient Star Domain Void.

A Black Robe Figure stands proudly in silence.

It is Ye Wuque.

Twenty years have left little trace upon him; he still wears the plain black robe, still stands as upright as a pine.

Only his eyes, deeper than twenty years ago, seem to contain the mysteries of the entire starry sky; beneath the calm lies the sediment and serenity forged by countless lives and having witnessed the splendors of the heavens.

His aura is utterly restrained, harmonious and natural, as if merged with the surrounding ancient starry sky; without seeing him directly, one could hardly perceive his presence.

Yet if a peer‑level strong one were present, they could feel the terrifying power beneath that calm exterior… a force capable of destroying heaven and earth!

Not far behind Ye Wuque, another figure stands clutching a sword.

Dressed in dark robes like ink, posture as straight as a spear, a resolute face, it is… Geshu Wenyue!

Twenty years later, this peerless sword cultivator of the Blade Ancestor Dao Court has undergone a revolutionary change in aura.

He stands there like a peerless divine sword sheathed; though its edge is not drawn, the faint sword intent already can cleave space‑time and sever law.

Evidently, in these twenty years on the Ultimate Main Road he has also had extraordinary encounters, and his sword path cultivation has advanced to an inconceivable level.

The two meeting again at this final gate is no coincidence.

After clearing the ninetieth gate, Geshu Wenyue received a message transmitted by Ye Wuque through a special secret method, arranging to rendezvous at Gate One Hundred and Eight.

"Brother Ye."

Geshu Wenyue gazed toward the even more mysterious depths of the starry sky ahead, and slowly spoke, his voice bearing a hint of gravity.

"Now, this final gate truly gathers the storm of fates, dragons and serpents rising from the land. Not only have almost all of the topmost monsters from the Zhutian Wanjie gathered, but even some legendary, long‑vanished ancient Dao heirs and descendants of the Chaos remnants have also manifested."

He paused, looked at Ye Wuque's profile, and his tone took on a strange hue: "Moreover… news about you has become one of the hottest topics now."

Ye Wuque's expression remained calm, he did not turn, and simply said lightly, "Is it because of that war letter?"

"Correct." Geshu Wenyue nodded, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, "In the Other Shore World, that… reputed as number one on the Heavenly Ladder List, utterly mysterious, never having shown a true face publicly, yet declared by many old monsters of the Other Shore to be capable of crushing eternity… the supreme taboo existence."

"Three days ago, an envoy under his command, atop Tongtian Peak, publicly left a Divine Sense sword stamped with war intent, the sword pointed at you, Brother Ye! It declared… three months later, on a full‑moon night, atop Tongtian Peak, to engage you… in a fated duel! To decide superiority… and life or death!"

Geshu Wenyue's voice unintentionally lowered, carrying a suppressive feeling like a mountain rain about to fall, wind filling the hall.

"This matter has now spread throughout all of Gate One Hundred and Eight, even some earlier gates have received the news! The entire Ultimate Main Road trembles! Countless lives are watching, various forces' undercurrents surge! After all, this may be… the most pinnacle, most eye‑catching battle since the opening of the Ultimate Main Road!"

His tone bore an unmistakable mix of anticipation and gravity.

After all, he is the universally acknowledged first of the younger generation in the Other Shore World!

No one knows just how terrifying his strength truly is!

Yet to have the entire Other Shore World revere him, even suppressing Shi Litian, Xue Jianchen, Gui Qianmo, Ming Jiuhuang and other unruly monsters, his terrifying nature is easy to imagine!

Ye Wuque, after listening, remained calm, his gaze turning toward a direction deep within the starry sky.

There, a vague towering divine‑mountain silhouette that seemed to connect heaven and earth, as if supporting the entire Star Domain, could be seen… that is the most famous landmark of Gate One Hundred and Eight, and the legendary Tongtian Peak that hides the ultimate great secret!

He fell silent for a moment.

At that moment—

Buzz!

The Void behind Ye Wuque and Geshu Wenyue rippled without warning, sending out circles of cold ripples.

A figure in white, brighter than snow and unsullied by dust, like stepping out of an ink painting, silently… stepped forward.

He bore a long sword of simple ancient style, his face handsome, his temperament cold and aloof, like snow falling from the Nine Heavens, untouched by any dust.

It was… Feng Caichen!

Not seen for over twenty years, Feng Caichen's aura had become even more unfathomable.

He stood there like a peerless divine sword hidden beyond the clouds of the heavens, its edge restrained, yet a supreme sword intent that pierces all and slashes through illusion swirled around him.

Seeing Feng Caichen appear, Ye Wuque's usually calm face finally showed a faint… gentle smile from within.

"Lao Feng."

Geshu Wenyue also turned, clasped his hands and smiled, "Brother Feng."

Feng Caichen gave Geshu Wenyue a slight nod, then his gaze fell on Ye Wuque; in his cold Dark Eye, a trace of warmth also flickered.

"Lao Ye."

A brief greeting, all friendship conveyed without words.

"How is it?" Ye Wuque asked, "Have you found Lei Yuhuang yet?"

He knew that over the years Feng Caichen, besides his own training, had been pursuing the enemy Lei Yuhuang's trail.

Feng Caichen heard this, gently shook his head, a hint of regret and chill passing over his cold face.

"This beast is as cunning as a fox, and seems to have cultivated some bizarre life‑preserving evasion technique; each time I am about to locate him, he senses it in advance and flees far away. Now, at this final stage, he has completely concealed his tracks, like a mud ox entering the sea."

"The closest was at the ninety‑eighth gate; I found him, chased him across the boundless Great Realm, spanning a full five hundred thousand light‑years… Unfortunately… in the end he used a trump card to escape…"

He paused, his tone turning cold: "But he can only hide for a moment, not for a lifetime. At the end of the Ultimate Main Road, at the final place of destiny, he will inevitably appear. Then it will be the time to settle all scores."

Ye Wuque nodded; he never doubted Feng Caichen's strength and resolve.

Feng Caichen's gaze also turned toward the direction of Tongtian Peak, his tone returning to its coldness: "Over at the Other Shore, activity is frequent. Especially that First One, who speaks boldly. Lao Ye, three months later, at the summit of Tongtian Peak… will you go?"

Ye Wuque withdrew his gaze, looked at Feng Caichen, then at Geshu Wenyue; the faint smile at the corner of his mouth slowly became… sharp.

Like a sleeping divine sword, about to be drawn.

"Since he seeks death…"

Ye Wuque's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable resolve and a domineering aura that looked down on the world.

"Then I will… see him fulfilled."