Chapter 473: Wanjie Lament Horn

They insist that when facing the Ancestor, absolute etiquette and reverence must be maintained; it is a matter of principle.

Ye Beichen saw their stubbornness, realized he could not sway these obstinate juniors for a while, and helplessly shook his head, sighing, "Ah, fine, fine, whatever you like. Call them whatever you want, perform whatever rites you wish, I don't care. But—"

He turned his tone, his gaze passing over the crowd to land on Ye Wuque, his face breaking into a sincere smile, and said:

"Wuque, between you and me, please don't play that game. Whatever we did before, we'll continue to do. Just call me Brother Beichen; I think that sounds good, pleasant to the ear, and shows we're in sync. If you also start calling the Ancestor something, that would be too formal, and I won't agree."

Ye Wuque heard this, and a warm current surged in his heart.

He understood Ye Beichen's meaning; although this Ancestor's status was exceedingly noble, his temperament was carefree, valuing sincerity and rapport between people rather than the barrier of rank.

Since he said that, if he were to be pretentious again, it would only appear false.

So Wuque stepped forward, clasped his hands to Ye Beichen, and laughed loudly, "Good! Since Brother Beichen says so, Wuque will gladly obey. In the future, I hope Brother Beichen will give me much guidance!"

"Ha ha, that's more like it!" Ye Beichen laughed heartily, stepped forward, naturally patted Wuque's shoulder, his demeanor affectionate, like old friends reunited.

To the other members of the Ye Clan, no one found this scene strange or improper.

Wuque's status and potential had long been regarded by the entire Ye Clan as the future Sky‑Pillar, a being as important as the Ancestor.

His ability to interact with the North Star Ancestor on such equal and intimate terms made everyone consider it natural, a symbol of the Ye Clan's flourishing destiny.

As this little episode passed, the news of Ye Beichen's formal return to the Ye Clan, though strictly ordered by the Clan Leader to be temporarily withheld from wide dissemination, was already no longer a secret within the highest echelons of the Ye Clan and the core Heavenly Pride circle.

The upper echelons of the entire Ye Clan were thus filled with an unprecedented surge of excitement and fervor!

The return of an Ancestor brought spiritual encouragement and potential strategic significance beyond measure.

In the following half‑year, Ye Beichen settled in the Ye Clan Ancestral Land.

He did not invoke any Ancestor privileges, nor interfere in internal clan affairs; instead he chose a tranquil floating immortal island deep within the Star Domain as a temporary residence, living a reclusive life, spending most of his time in quiet cultivation, restoring and sorting out his cultivation and insights of this life.

Meanwhile, his exchanges with Wuque became increasingly frequent and deep.

The two often discussed the Dao atop Sixing Peak, sparred under the starry sky, exchanged cultivation insights, and explored the mysteries of Tiandao.

Although Ye Beichen's current cultivation realm was far below his previous life, his perspective, knowledge, and understanding of the essence of Tiandao remained at Ancestor level!

Wuque's unique and powerful Six Great Extreme Realms path, his insights into the Space‑Time Great Dao, and various astonishing divine abilities often dazzled Ye Beichen, who clicked his tongue in wonder, stating that he saw many new possibilities.

Their mutual discussions promoted each other, and both benefited greatly.

Wuque did not slack off during these six months.

He continued to solidify his Emperor Form flesh, deepen his control over the Creation Saint Method Origin and Creation Force, and incorporated the many lofty insights obtained from Ye Beichen into his own path; although his cultivation had not broken through a new realm, his overall strength and foundation were steadily and solidly improving.

The entire Ye Clan, during these six months, seemed vibrant due to the presence and interaction of the two monster‑level beings, and the cultivation atmosphere reached unprecedented heights.

The younger disciples took Wuque as a model, training hard, hoping one day to approach the Young Master's steps.

However, the tranquil times were ultimately brief.

That day, while Wuque and Ye Beichen were atop Sixing Peak discussing the profound topic of the relationship between the microscopic ripples and the macroscopic river of the Space‑Time Great Dao, each expressing their views and sparking countless thoughts, the discussion deepening—

Woo——!!!!

Woo——!!!!

A rapid, bleak horn sound, laden with boundless tragedy and iron‑blooded slaughter, sounded without warning from an extremely distant direction that seemed to echo in the souls of every being across the Nine Heavens Ten Lands!

The horn was not a single blast, but tens of thousands, converging into a wailing torrent that flooded the star sea!

Its sound pierced gold and shattered stone, tore through the Void, instantly reaching every corner of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands, entering every city, sect, family, and cultivator's ear and heart!

Within the horn's cry were cries of despair, a will to die, and… the highest‑level, most urgent… distress signal!

"Bian Huang… highest combat‑readiness… horn?!"

"And it's… the Wanjie Lament Horn?! This… this is the ultimate distress call that would only be sounded when the Bian Huang's defensive line reaches the most critical, life‑or‑death point!"

"What happened?! Has the Bian Huang… been breached?!"

"Quick! Quickly investigate the information!!"

The entire Ye Clan, and indeed the whole Nine Heavens Ten Lands, were at that moment shaken by this earth‑shattering wailing horn!

Countless old monsters in seclusion were startled awake, leaders of various forces' faces changed dramatically, and ordinary cultivators were filled with panic!

Atop Sixing Peak, Wuque and Ye Beichen's discussion abruptly halted.

Both looked up simultaneously toward the direction of the horn—a vast, blood‑stained Bian Huang at the junction of the Nine Heavens Ten Lands and the Other Shore World!

Wuque's gaze instantly became razor‑sharp, and a chilling battle intent rose uncontrollably around him!

He sensed the tragedy and urgency embedded in the horn's cry!

Ye Beichen's expression, for the first time, grew exceedingly solemn; he stared at that direction, and in his deep eyes seemed a flash of stars extinguishing, space‑time collapsing, then he murmured to himself, as if speaking to Wuque:

"What was destined… has finally arrived. Faster and fiercer than expected…"

"The true… warstorm has begun."