Chapter 476: Heaven‑Shaking Palm

In front of Iron Wall Pass.

Despair, like a cold tide, drowned the hearts of every Nine Heavens warrior and titan.

The Five Ancestors of the Night Clan, Ye Jiming, bearing a Darkness Domain infused with the eternal Jiemie Dao Rhythm, and the Three Ancestors of the Blood Clan, Xue Lianzi, whose towering Xue Hai roiled with billions of wails, already resembled two gigantic jaws that select and devour, bearing down on the crumbling defense line!

Kun Buxiu's tiger eyes glowed crimson, and his bronze war axe hummed.

Yang Buyi's complexion turned ashen, and his wooden staff trembled.

Everyone understood that under a single wrathful strike from the two Dao Ancestor Realms, this defense line would likely not hold even a moment.

At that split‑second, a thousand‑pound‑per‑hair, life‑or‑death instant—

Buzz!

A strange, low hum that seemed to originate from the deep primordial universe, without warning, came from the depths of the starry sky behind the Jiutian Camp, a region that appeared tranquil yet concealed countless war fortresses and shattered stars.

The hum was initially faint, but in an instant transformed into a grand resonance that swept the star sea!

It was not violent, yet it carried a supreme authority that made myriad Dao resonate and time‑space bow.

Immediately thereafter, under the horrified gazes of all living beings, behind the Jiutian Camp, a seemingly ordinary, even slightly broken, gray‑brown star suddenly burst with boundless divine light on its surface!

No, the star itself was not emitting light; rather, a palm of such grandeur and vastness beyond words emerged from within the star!

That palm was not an ethereal energy construct, but a genuine flesh‑and‑blood hand!

Its palm lines were as clear as mountain valleys, its skin coursed with immortal violet‑golden sheen, the five fingers splayed as if they could lift the Zhutian Wanjie yet easily crush the Star River universe!

Its size was initially ordinary, but the moment it emerged from the star, it swelled like a storm, covering the sky and blocking the sun!

Where the palm's shadow passed, billions of miles of void silently solidified and collapsed, as if even the very concept of existence bowed and gathered toward its palm!

The palm's target was not the endless army below, nor the Immortal Kings, but... the two lofty Five Ancestors of the Night Clan and Three Ancestors of the Blood Clan, who were about to unleash Lei Dian annihilation!

"Hm?!"

Ye Jiming's silhouette, hidden within Endless Darkness, suddenly froze, and the blood‑colored heart beating in Xue Lianzi's hand stopped beating instantly!

The two Dao Ancestor Realm beings, upon sensing the supreme aura emanating from that palm—an aura that seemed to surpass even the Dao Ancestor Realm—simultaneously felt an unprecedented omen and a hint of absurd horror!

The palm's appearance was too abrupt!

The level of power it contained was too high!

So high that they all felt a crushing sensation stemming from the very tier of life!

"Not good! Retreat!!"

Ye Jiming reacted the fastest; his cold voice for the first time carried shock‑anger, and his surrounding Eternal Night Domain contracted to the extreme, turning into an ultimate dark retreat light, about to surge backward!

Xue Lianzi let out a strange howl, the towering Xue Hai flipped, engulfing him as he tried to flee into the Void's depths!

Yet, before that sky‑covering giant palm, their reactions seemed laughably sluggish.

The giant palm merely brushed forward lightly, as if casually sweeping.

There was no earth‑shaking explosion, no dazzling divine light.

It was like an adult casually flicking a sleeve to brush dust off their shoulder.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled, ultimate thuds, as if two primeval stars were smashed flat, erupted in the silent starry sky!

The once awe‑inspiring, universe‑pressing Night Clan Five Ancestor Ye Jiming and Blood Clan Three Ancestor Xue Lianzi, whose Darkness Domains and towering Blood Seas had been pushed to the limit, were, under that casual sweep, shattered like fragile soap bubbles, unable to hold even a tenth of a moment before exploding and dispersing!

The two Dao Ancestor Realm elders, like insects struck by flies, barely managed a scream before their forms, moving hundreds to thousands of times faster than before, turned into two twisted streaks of light that were flung backward!

Along the way they shattered countless floating war wreckage and space fragments; blood gushed from their mouths like a fountain, and within that blood were dark‑gold Dao Rule shards and blood‑colored Primordial essence!

Clearly, that palm not only hurled them away but also directly crippled their Dao Foundations and Primordial essence!

Just one strike!

A casually described strike!

And it left the two renowned, region‑guarding Dao Ancestor Realm titans gravely wounded and in retreat!

"Puff—!! Ye... Ye Zhengrong!! Is that you?!!"

During the backward flight, Ye Jiming's roar, filled with endless shock‑anger, disbelief, and a hint of fear, mixed with blood, finally echoed across the starry sky!

"Ye Zhengrong?! How could he be... here?!!"

Xue Lianzi likewise let out a mournful, horrified scream, daring not to linger, even neglecting to stabilize his wounds; he ignited his Primordial essence blood, and together with Ye Jiming, formed two forlorn streaks of light that fled without looking back toward the deepest darkness of the Other Shore camp, vanishing without a trace in an instant, leaving behind two slowly dissipating clouds of foul, blood‑mist infused with Dao Ancestor essence.

Silence!

A death‑like silence enveloped the entire Iron Wall Pass battlefield!

Whether on the Nine Heavens side or the Other Shore side, all living beings, from Immortal Kings down to ordinary soldiers, were dumbfounded, their thoughts nearly stalled, staring at the direction the two Dao Ancestors fled in disgrace and at the sky‑covering giant palm slowly retracting into the ordinary star, unable to recover for a long while.

What happened?

The Night Clan Five Ancestor and Blood Clan Three Ancestor... joined forces, their momentum raging, seemingly about to breach the pass and slaughter all life... then a giant hand that emerged from nowhere, like swatting a fly, casually swept and caused them to spit blood, severely wounded, and flee in disgrace?

This... what kind of unfathomable power is that? What a world‑shocking, astonishing existence!

Only after several breaths did the Jiutian Camp side erupt with earth‑shaking, post‑catastrophe jubilation!

"Got... saved?!!"

"It's Lord Ye! It's Lord Zhengrong of the Ye Clan who intervened!"

"My god! One palm severely wounded two Dao Ancestor Realms! Lord Zhengrong... just how powerful is he?!"

"Invincible! Lord Zhengrong is invincible!!"

Kun Buxiu slowly relaxed his arm that gripped the war axe; brilliant light and immense excitement burst from his tiger eyes. He laughed skyward, his voice shaking the starry sky: "Hahaha! Well done, Ye Zhengrong! Truly a name that shakes the Bian Huang, a sky‑covering hand! Exhilarating! Damn exhilarating!!"

Yang Buyi also let out a long sigh, his aged face showing a relieved smile; the wooden staff in his hand finally ceased trembling. He bowed solemnly toward the ordinary star, saying: "I, the old Yang Buyi, on behalf of all the soldiers and living beings of Iron Wall Pass, thank Lord Ye for his lifesaving grace!"

The other Jiutian titans also bowed in succession, their despair replaced by ecstatic joy and reverence.

They knew that with an existence like Ye Zhengrong stationed here, at least this Iron Wall Pass would remain stable for a short time!

Meanwhile, the Other Shore camp suffered a severe morale drop, enveloped in dead silence.

Those legions that were originally raging and shouting now, like ducks whose throats have been squeezed, have slowed their charging momentum, and the look they cast toward the rear of the Jiutian Camp is filled with terror and unease.

Even the two Dao Ancestors and Ancestors were sent flying by a single palm; what are these soldiers and generals, after all?

Although the high‑level threat has been temporarily lifted, the war has not ended.

The endless Dark Legion below still, under the command of commanders of all ranks, like a black tide, continues to assault the defense line of Nine Heavens.

Shouts of killing, explosions, and screams once again fill the starry sky, yet the morale of Nine Heavens has already surged, and the defenses have become much sturdier.

In the distance, deep within the Nine Heavens Star Domain.

Inside that seemingly ordinary yet cosmos‑containing gray‑brown star, contrary to expectations of barrenness or simplicity, lies a tranquil and vast little world that has been carved out.

Here there are mountains and waters, the sun and Moon Wheel rotate, spiritual energy brims, Dao Rhythm pervades, and compared with the outside Dark Blood Fire‑blazing Bian Huang Battlefield, it is as if two worlds.

At the center of the little world, a simple, majestic, unadorned massive stone Great Hall stands towering.

Within the Great Hall, a majestic Dark Shadow stands with hands behind its back, quietly gazing at the Void beyond the hall, as if it could pierce the starry barriers and see everything of the outside battlefield.

This person is the WorldShatteringExistence who just repelled the enemy with a palm—Ye Zhengrong!

He appears roughly middle‑aged, a head of thick black hair casually draped over his broad shoulders, each strand sparkling with a faint divine radiance.

His figure is exceedingly grand and upright, as if he could support the ancient heavens; even the simplest moon‑white robe, when worn by him, naturally exudes an unparalleled bearing that gazes over Zhutian and dominates the rise and fall of all.

His visage is resolute, lines as if carved by knives and axes, a pair of Dark Eyes deep as the cosmic starry sky; when calm they seem to hold eons of change, yet in opening and closing they appear to contain Lei Dian flashing and stars rotating.

He simply stands there quietly, as if he were the center and ruler of the entire little world, and even of the Star Domain beyond.

That world‑shaking palm just now, to him, truly seemed a casual gesture; at this moment his face shows not a hint of ripple.