Chapter 462: Truly Extraordinary

After the two Titans depart, this starry sky is left with only Tai Chu, Ye Wuque, and Feng Caichen.

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen exchange a glance, then immediately step forward and bow deeply to Tai Chu once more.

"Junior Ye Wuque, thank you, senior, for your life‑saving great grace!"

"Feng Caichen… thank you, senior…"

Their voices are sincere.

Tai Chu's gaze falls warmly on the two, and he casually says, "Hehe, Wind kid, Ye kid, no need for formalities. It's just a simple gesture."

His demeanor remains peaceful, without any trace of a peerless master's airs, as if he were merely a passing, aloof sage.

First, his eyes carefully assess Feng Caichen, and in those pupils that seem to perceive the essence of all things, a hint of unmasked admiration and astonishment flashes.

"Hm?" Tai Chu lets out a light "Hm," as if he's found something amusing, "Ten Thousand Ages Unshakeable Supreme Foundation… Sword Heart Reaching Sage, already at the Illuminating Zhutian Realm… Inside, one hundred and eight post‑heavenly eternal sword bones, matching the Circumambulating the Stars of the Firmament, nearly complete… On the sword path, you have already attained the Six Great Extreme Realms? Not bad, not bad, such a robust foundation is rare in the world."

He comments as if admiring a perfect artwork, continuing, "Hmm, Imperial Art, Saintly Method, Ancient Heavenly Skill, a multitude of Supreme Power—everything is present. Hmm, also an extremely pure… Tai Chu Sword Intent? Hahaha…"

Tai Chu suddenly bursts into laughter, his chuckle filled with unabashed satisfaction and delight.

"Truly extraordinary… indeed extraordinary! It seems that the little one I saved from the Thunder Clan back then, barely clinging to life with his Dao Foundation nearly destroyed, not only survived but actually forged such a brilliant path! I… didn't rescue the wrong person after all."

Feng Caichen listens quietly to Tai Chu's appraisal, feeling no great surprise.

Given this senior's realm, it is only natural that he can see through all one's foundation and secrets at a glance.

And the information Tai Chu reveals also confirms the conjectures and gratitude he has long held.

The legendary being before him, named Tai Chu, was precisely the mysterious benefactor who, when he was pursued by the Thunder Clan to the brink of death, intervened at the crucial moment with a mysterious sword light, repelled the Thunder Clan's strongman, and sent the gravely wounded, unconscious him to the fabled Forbidden Starry Sky that isolates the heavens.

It was that life‑saving moment in the dire strait that later allowed him to rise in the Forbidden Starry Sky, step into the Nine Zhutian Ten Earths, and gradually become the legend he is today!

This debt of rebirth, heavier than mountains, Feng Caichen has always kept in his heart, and has constantly hoped to meet this mysterious benefactor again.

Today, that hope finally comes true.

Feng Caichen suppresses his excitement, bows deeply to Tai Chu once more, his voice more reverent than before and filled with deep gratitude: "If it were not for you, senior, stepping out of righteousness back then, rescuing me from the dire strait and sending me to the Forbidden Starry Sky, I would have long since been reduced to bone and dust, my Dao vanished, and I would have never achieved any of today's accomplishments! Today, once again you appear and save me in peril… Your great kindness, senior… I truly have no way to repay, except to remember it forever in my heart!"

His words are exceedingly sincere, the heartfelt gratitude overflowing his speech.

Tai Chu merely waves his hand casually, still bearing that breezy, cloud‑light demeanor, as if he had done something trivial: "It was just a matter of fate and going with the flow. Your achievements today are due to your own effort and destiny; I only gave a gentle push at the right moment. No need for thanks, and no need to dwell on it."

He shifts tone slightly, his voice a touch more serious: "As for you, the commotion you caused on the Ultimate Main Road is no small matter. Over at Other Shore, Ye Junlin and Xue Jianchen keep falling, and the old monsters behind them must be restless. A storm is brewing… Perhaps soon, the Border Wasteland and even larger regions will see beacons of war lit. You… should prepare early; the real campaign may be about to begin."

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen hear this, their spirits chilled, their expressions growing a few shades more solemn.

They naturally understand that this Tongtian Peak battle will deal a heavy blow to Other Shore, and the opponent will not easily settle.

The war's ominous clouds have indeed already gathered.

Feng Caichen ponders briefly, then looks up at Tai Chu, his eyes bearing a hint of earnestness and inquiry: "Senior, I still have some lingering doubts, accumulated for a long time; may… may you clarify them for me?"

Tai Chu's expression remains unchanged, calmly saying, "Feel free to ask. Whatever I can speak, I will tell you."

Feng Caichen takes a deep breath and asks the greatest lingering mystery concerning his lineage and blood feud: "Back then… my Wind Clan was wiped out overnight. Besides the Thunder Clan, were there other forces involved? And… besides me, truly, are there no other surviving members of the Wind Clan left in the world?"

His voice is calm, yet deep within those clear eyes lies a suppressed, extreme cold murderous intent and profound sorrow.

Tai Chu quietly looks at Feng Caichen, his gaze seeming to pierce time and space, seeing the lingering ashes of that tragedy.

He remains silent for a moment, then slowly speaks, his voice still even, yet carrying a world‑worn insight:

"The affairs of the Wind Clan… are far‑reaching. The Thunder Clan is the overt executioner, also the foe you know. Yet behind… there are shadows of Other Shore, faint yet present. And deeper beneath the waters, there seems to be an even more detestable… Inauspicious Clan's presence."

He pauses, then continues: "As for the Wind Clan's remnants… based on my post‑event investigation and years of sensing, besides you… indeed, no other living being with a pure Wind Clan bloodline has been found."

"Thunder Clan… Other Shore… Inauspicious…" Feng Caichen brands these three names into the deepest part of his heart!

The murderous intent in his eyes nearly solidifies into tangible ice.

The blood‑sea's deep hatred, cannot coexist under the same sky!

One day, he will wield his sword to repay each of these enemies!

Tai Chu watches the vengeful fire burning in Feng Caichen's eyes, saying little.

Some hatred serves as the driving force that propels a person forward, yet also as the seed of an inner demon; how to wield it lies entirely with the individual.

He changes the subject, his tone light again: "Hehe, by the way, kid, how have you grasped the Tai Chu Sword Intent? Come, demonstrate it, let me see."

Hearing this, Feng Caichen steadies his spirit, points his finger like a sword, and gently sweeps it toward the empty space beside him.

Sss—!

An ancient sword light, seemingly ordinary yet containing the true essence of all origins and the return to void, leisurely shines.

Where the sword light passes, there is no earth‑shaking clamor, yet that small patch of void seems to have undergone a full cycle from nothing to something and back to nothing, ultimately leaving an extremely subtle, yet seemingly eternal, faint sword scar, within which the most primordial Tai Chu Dao Rhythm flows.

Tai Chu nods slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes: "Not bad. With a first glimpse of the path, you have already captured three‑tenths of the Tai Chu Sword Intent's divine resonance. For your age and cultivation, such insight is rare and valuable."

He then shifts his tone and asks, "But do you know what the ultimate application of the Tai Chu Sword Intent is?"