Chapter 445: This Is Absolutely Impossible!

In stark contrast to the Jiutian Camp's ecstatic joy, the Other Shore Beings' side showed a face that turned as pale as paper in an instant, and a spreading despair and Dead Silence.

"No... impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Ming Jiuhuang staggered back a step, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and the aura of the Hell‑Suppressing Underworld King Body became chaotic.

He could not accept that Lord Ye Junlin, who in his heart was invincible as a deity and destined to lead the Other Shore to conquer the Zhutian, had actually... been defeated?

And he was defeated so completely that both divine form and being were extinguished?

"Brother Ye... how could this be..." Shi Litian's gaunt body trembled slightly, and the death aura around him grew unstable.

Although he and Ye Junlin were not of the same clan, he wholeheartedly respected his strength, regarding him as the future pillar that would support the Other Shore.

Now that the pillar had collapsed, he felt not only shock but also a bewildering terror akin to a faith shattered.

Gui Qianmo, who was locked in fierce battle with Ning Wushuang, suddenly froze; Ning Wushuang's annihilating divine light brushed his shoulder, erupting a cloud of gray death aura, and he let out a muffled groan before retreating.

He suddenly turned his head, gazing toward where Ye Junlin had vanished; his face beneath the black robe twisted, emitting a wounded‑beast's low growl: "This cannot be!!"

He could not comprehend how Ye Junlin, who possessed the Five Ultimate Realms, had cultivated the Ten Thousand Tribulation Night Emperor Heaven Art, and might even have been tainted with deeper powers, could be defeated by a being of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands.

But the facts lay before him, leaving him no choice but to believe.

A cold sensation of a great tide having passed instantly enveloped him and all the Other Shore Beings' hearts.

And Xu Tianhuang, who had just revived, struggled back from billions away, his wounds still grievously severe, happened to witness with his own eyes the final scene of Ye Junlin's complete annihilation and Ye Wuque, though gravely injured, still standing tall.

His facial muscles spasmed wildly, and the last trace of resentment and ambition in his eyes was replaced by boundless horror and lingering fear.

He cast a deep glance at the distant golden figure, who even while seated in meditation for healing still exuded a heart‑pounding aura, and felt no courage left to contend with it.

"Go!"

Xu Tianhuang let out a hoarse low growl from his throat, daring not to linger another moment; he abruptly ignited the little remaining Primordial Essence blood, turning it into a mournful streak of light, and fled headlong toward the direction away from Tongtian Peak, disappearing in an instant into the sky.

Ye Wuque seemed oblivious to all of this.

After confirming Ye Junlin's complete downfall, he forced his last sliver of clarity and immediately sat down on his knees at the spot.

The Undying Indestructible Divine King Art surged at full power, and the supreme healing Saintly Method Divine King Indestructible Technique was driven to its limit.

A hazy, sacred pale‑gold aura enveloped him; within the halo, countless tiny phantom deities seemed to chant sutras and pray, radiating vibrant vitality and immortal Dao Rhythm.

The terrifying void at his chest's edge, the encroaching darkness of calamity, was gradually expelled and purified; the fractured bones emitted a faint hum, beginning a slow reconnection and healing.

Though the speed was slow and his breath remained weak, at least the wound was stabilized and no longer worsened.

This scene, seen by the other spectators—the Heavenly Pride—stirred a massive surge of emotion.

Shen Wuyue stood alone within a veil of moonlight; her exquisitely beautiful face no longer bore any trace of coolness or combat intent, only deep shock and a hint of admiration she herself had not yet realized.

Her beautiful eyes fixed—without blinking—on Ye Wuque; her red lips slightly part, murmuring to herself in a voice only she could hear: "Six Great Extreme Realms... Eternal Time and Space Great Dao... such power, such bearing... Even in my Honghuang World, the Imperial Daughter hailed as a deity and proclaimed unparalleled through the ages... under the same realm, could she truly be his equal?"

The fierce battle intent that had surrounded her, originally amassed to challenge Ye Wuque, had silently extinguished at some unknown moment.

It was not fear, but having beheld a higher peak, she realized her current stature was still insufficient to stand shoulder to shoulder with it.

An unprecedented resolve replaced the shock in her eyes.

"This life truly is spectacular beyond imagination..."

Shen Wuyue gave one last glance at Ye Wuque, then swept her gaze over Feng Caichen, Geshu Wenyue and others still locked in fierce combat, her eyes complex: "In this Tongtian Peak battle, the opportunity did not arise, but what I have seen and heard already surpasses a century of arduous cultivation. The Ultimate Main Road opportunity will awaken, and I have no need to linger here."

She paused, her voice bearing a resolute tone:

"After this opportunity ends, I too should... return to the Divine Race's Ancestral Land, close the Closed Death Gate. Until I reach that step... I will never exit the gate!"

Having spoken, she felt no lingering attachment; the moonlight around her swelled, transforming into a cool, bright streak of light that vanished in an instant within the boundless void, as if she had never appeared.

On the other side, Holy Son Xuanhuang of the Wanxiang Academy, the gentle smile on his face long gone.

The Xuanhuang Primordial Qi he held, which had been slowly rotating, now spun at its limit, emitting a deep, whistling sound, revealing his extreme inner unrest.

He stared intently at the healing Ye Wuque, his gaze shifting—filled with apprehension, awe, confusion, and a barely perceptible thread of chilling resentment and unwillingness.

That chilling hue, starkly opposite to his usual gentle, refined, spring‑breeze demeanor, was like a hidden current beneath an ice sheet— it flashed for a moment before he forcefully suppressed it, restoring the stillness of an ancient well.

Yet his clenched fist and the brief slight turbulence in his aura betrayed the turmoil within.

Finally, he gave Ye Wuque a deep, complex glance, as if to imprint the figure firmly into his heart.

His gaze swept again over Feng Caichen, who was battling Lei Yuhuang and Xue Jianchen, over Geshu Wenyue locked in combat with Ming Jiuhuang, and over Ao Tianyin fighting Shi Litian, his eyes bearing an inexplicable expression.

"Nine Heavens Ten Lands... this life's fortune... truly... terrifying! Ye Wuque... Feng Caichen... remarkable."

Xuanhuang murmured softly, his tone even, revealing no joy or anger: "The Chaos Sea opportunity will awaken; the Other Shore has suffered a severe blow, and the pattern now spawns new variables. This place is certainly not one to linger long."

He gently shook his head, the Xuanhuang Primordial Qi around him coiling, enveloping his form as if merging with the earth, silently sinking into the void, departing without a trace.

With Shen Wuyue and Xuanhuang, the two heavyweight observers, departing first, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

At the summit, more and more spectators—whether from the Xuanhuang World, the Honghuang World, or formerly neutral wandering cultivators—began to stir.

"Hurry, go! Precise ripples have come from beyond the Chaos Sea! The opportunity truly is about to commence!"

"The great battle here is nearing its end; Ye Wuque's invincible momentum is established, and watching further is meaningless."

"Go! To the Chaos Sea! There lies the true realm of destiny!"

"With the Tongtian Peak battle concluded, the new pattern of the Ultimate Main Road... seems it will be defined by Ye Wuque..."

Streaks of light began to rise from various points atop the peak, breaking through the void in different directions.