Chapter 453: Tianjun God-Sealing Stele

You who have arrived, you are one of the Thunder Clan's oldest foundations, a power that partakes in creation, an Ancestor-level existence that has long ignored worldly affairs for countless years... Thunder Clan Great Ancestor, Lei Tiankuang!

At the same time, he is also Lei Yuhuang's direct Ancestor!

Lei Tiankuang did not acknowledge the crowd's bows; his gaze seemed to pierce the barrier of Jinglei Hall, settling on the already shattered powder of his original thunder talisman toward the Ancestral Shrine.

His ancient, crude face showed no expression, his eyes were terrifyingly calm, yet everyone could feel that beneath that calm lay a raging fury capable of incinerating the Star River and a cold murderous intent!

He asked nothing, nor did he listen to any report.

Because before a being of his stature, major events within the clan—especially those concerning the fall of his direct bloodline—are self‑evident in causality.

Inside the hall, death‑like silence reigned; a falling needle could be heard.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the Ancestor's judgment.

After a long while, Lei Tiankuang slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and flat, yet like the cold wind of Nine Nether sweeping each person's heart:

"Wind Clan... remaining scum..."

He only uttered those four words, then fell silent. Afterwards, under everyone's reverent gaze, he took a step forward.

There was no spatial disturbance, no thunderous blast. His figure simply and naturally vanished within Jinglei Hall, as if he had never appeared.

But everyone knew that the Great Ancestor... had emerged! Moreover, the target was clear!

"The Great Ancestor himself... intends to act personally?!" a senior elder's voice trembled, both shocked and terrified.

A being like the Great Ancestor has long transcended the mundane world; it is rumored that his cultivation reached Beyond Immortal centuries ago, and how terrifying he has become now is unknowable! Such a being can, with a single thought, determine the birth and destruction of the Nine Heavens, and ordinary affairs will never rouse him.

Lei Yuhuang's downfall ultimately pricked this Ancestor's reverse scale!

"With the Great Ancestor acting, even Feng Caichen's Tongtian abilities cannot escape certain death!" Lei Wanjie's eyes flashed with hope and ruthless light.

"Send the order down!" Lei Wanjie solemnly commanded, "Tightly monitor the exits of the Ultimate Main Road, as well as all movements in the Great Thousand Divine Universe and the Ancient Sword Tomb! Be ready at any moment to receive the Great Ancestor, or to handle any possible conflict!"

"Yes!"

The massive Thunder Clan, due to an Ancestor's deployment, entered the highest alert state, murderous intent lying in ambush, awaiting the target's appearance.

At the edge of Nine Heavens Ten Lands, a barren, dead‑silent, star‑sparse, icy Void.

Here, far from bustling Star Domains and devoid of any resource output, living beings rarely pass; only eternal dead silence and the wind of emptiness blow slowly.

At this moment, within the Void, a gray‑robed figure, like an ancient stubborn stone that has existed here since time immemorial, sits quietly in meditation.

It is none other than the Thunder Clan Great Ancestor, Lei Tiankuang.

He slightly closes his eyes, his breath merging completely with the endless Void around him; even an Immortal King‑level peerless being passing by could not possibly detect that a terrifying, creation‑participating great power is seated here.

His Divine Sense, like an intangible spiderweb, has long enveloped a distant region where subtle spatial anomalies can be felt; that place is one of the main exits where the Ultimate Main Road connects to Nine Heavens Ten Lands, and also one of the most likely routes returning from Tongtian Peak and Chaos Sea to Nine Heavens Ten Lands.

Time holds little significance for a being of his kind.

He can sit here for thousands, even ten thousand years, merely waiting for a destined kill.

"Little brute..." Lei Tiankuang's lips twitched, a whisper only he could hear resonated at the center of the Void, cold and devoid of any feeling, "Your talent is decent, you can kill Huang Er... your sword Dao is almost saint‑level, right? The Wind Clan... did produce a notable figure."

His gaze, through the endless Void, seemed to see that young figure in white robes wielding a sword.

"Unfortunately, you were born in the wrong era, in the wrong womb." Lei Tiankuang's eyes flashed a chaotic hue that vanished instantly, a display of indifference and control over absolute power, "No matter how unparalleled your talent, how fate defies heaven, before the gulf of absolute power you are merely a slightly larger ant."

"The rules of the Ultimate Main Road... humph." A faint, icy curve lifted his mouth corner, "It can protect you for a moment, but not for a lifetime. You'd better... stay hidden on that road forever and never emerge."

"As long as you dare to take a step..."

"This Void here is your burial ground, where soul and spirit scatter."

The whisper gradually faded, Lei Tiankuang returned once more to absolute silence, as if he had become a true cosmic stubborn stone.

Only the terrifying murderous intent, hidden beneath endless calm and capable of making stars shudder, brews silently in this barren Void, awaiting the moment of eruption.

Here, dead silence returns.

Scattered beings passing through this place still notice nothing unusual. A deadly ambush targeting the peerless Heavenly Pride, crossing generations and rules, has already been quietly set.

……

Time passed, and the quest for opportunities within the Chaos Sea finally reached its end.

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen each roamed, fought, and comprehended the Dao in the vast Chaos Sea, gaining much.

Deep within a Chaos vortex, Ye Wuque found a Chaos Origin Stone containing a fragment of the original Dao Rule from the Open Heaven and Split Earth era, which greatly aids his refinement of the Space-Time Great Dao and solidifies the foundation of the Six Great Extreme Realms.

Feng Caichen, on a Chaos Sword Island naturally formed from endless sword qi, grasped the true meaning of a long‑lost Taigu Sword Dao Divine Ability, his sword heart becoming ever clearer and brighter.

Half a year passes, a mere blink of a finger for cultivators.

When the greatest Chaos tide in the core of the Chaos Sea slowly subsides, and when the other several Ultimate Main Road 108 Passes core realms adjacent to the Chaos Sea also close one after another, a subtle Great Dao vibration spreads throughout the entire Main Road.

Campaigns, battles, exploration, growth... this cohort of the Ultimate Main Road is about to draw its curtain.

Countless Heavenly Pride, bearing complex feelings of satisfaction, regret, scarred wounds, or youthful vigor, begin to converge from all points of the Main Road, moving toward the exit.

The Main Road has been saturated for dozens to hundreds of years with iron‑blooded competition, which seems to ease slightly with the end of the opportunities, yet the vigilance and pride etched into the bones will not fade.

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen reunite at a Starry Sky Station somewhere on the Main Road; both auras are deeper and more profound than half a year ago, clearly having reaped much.

"The Main Road will close; it's time to leave," Ye Wuque gazes into the depths of the starry sky, where an indescribably towering ancient stone stele's phantom is slowly coalescing and manifesting amid endless starlight.

"Is that... the Tianjun God-Sealing Stele?" Feng Caichen's eyes flickered.

"Exactly," Ye Wuque nodded, "Battling on the Main Road, leaving a name to seal as a god, can be considered a reckoning for this journey. Come, let's see."

The two transformed into flowing light, heading toward the direction where the stele's phantom appeared.

The closer they get, the more they feel the stele's grandeur and antiquity.

It seems not solid, but formed from endless Great Dao rules, the beliefs of all beings, and the lingering battle will and glory of generations of Heavenly Pride!

The stone tablet is entirely dark‑golden, its height unknown—perhaps tens of thousands of zhang—piercing straight into the boundless depths of the star sea; its surface is smooth as a mirror, yet seems etched with the marks of the long river of time.

At this moment, many names already blaze with varied lights upon the stone tablet, like stars set into the night sky, recording the outstanding individuals who have emerged on this cohort's Ultimate Main Road.