Chapter 479: Father and Son Reunion

Ye Zhengrong's eyes, deep as the starry sky, now clearly reflected Ye Wuque's figure.

In that gaze were regret, satisfaction, pride, and also a love and excitement so thick it had been suppressed for decades, now finally released.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but was momentarily choked.

This supreme being, who could repel a Dao Ancestor with a single palm and whose name shook the Border Wasteland, now found his emotions hard to control.

Finally, he stepped forward, his voice still deep and resonant, yet with a barely perceptible tremor, and slowly spoke:

"Wuque..."

"Father and son... at last... we meet."

He extended the hands that had once repelled two Dao Ancestors with a single palm, as if to pat his son's shoulder like any ordinary father, but paused mid‑air, and finally placed a heavy hand on Ye Wuque's shoulder, as if to confirm that what he saw was not a dream.

"Good... wonderful..."

Ye Zhengrong's eyes were slightly moist, a rare genuine emotion after endless years of witnessing life and death.

"Your growth... is wonderful."

"Beyond what I, as your father, imagined... it's countless times more astonishing and dazzling!"

"Six Great Extreme Realms, surpassing peers, cutting down enemy chieftains on the Main Road; now in the Border Wasteland, you have forged a famed War God reputation!"

"Father... I am immensely proud of you!"

His father's words were like a warm current, instantly flowing through Ye Wuque's limbs and bones, dispelling all fatigue and chill accumulated from Border Wasteland battles.

He inhaled deeply, suppressed the turmoil within, and performed a grand bow to Ye Zhengrong:

"Child Wuque... I salute you, Father!"

"Get up! Get up!" Ye Zhengrong hurriedly helped Ye Wuque to his feet, gripping his arm firmly, scanning him as if he could not look enough, "All these years... I have caused you suffering."

"Father, I have not suffered," Ye Wuque shook his head, a sincere smile on his face, "Reaching this day, reuniting with you here, makes everything worthwhile."

At that moment, behind the side of the Great Hall, space rippled slightly, and a familiar, friendly figure stepped forward.

It was a middle‑aged man in simple cloth, with a kindly face and eyes bright and sharp—Fu Bo, Huangfu Huang!

"Fu Bo!" Ye Wuque exclaimed with delight.

"Young Master!" Fu Bo, seeing Ye Wuque, was moved to tears, hurried forward, examined him closely, lips trembling, "Good... good... good! When I fled with the Young Master years ago, he was a child needing my life‑risking protection... Who could have imagined that in just a few decades, the Young Master would reach such heights! His fame shakes the heavens, his name echoes across the Border Wasteland! If I were to die now, I would be at peace!"

"Fu Bo, please don't say that!" Ye Wuque quickly grasped Fu Bo's rough yet warm hand, "Had you not risked your life to protect me back then, I would not be who I am today. I will never forget your kindness, Wuque forever."

Seeing this, Ye Zhengrong's eyes were also filled with emotion.

He knew that Huangfu Huang, to Ye Wuque, was not only a loyal servant but also the most important support and kin from his childhood.

Father, son, and servant, the three of them, finally reunited in the tranquil Great Hall beyond the Border Wasteland's warfire.

There were few words, yet the joy and warmth of a reunion after hardship filled every corner, enough to soothe any battle‑worn pain and fatigue.

Ye Wuque briefly recounted his experiences over the years to his father and Fu Bo, especially the events on the Ultimate Main Road.

Ye Zhengrong and Fu Bo listened, at times astonished, at times pleased, at times apprehensive.

When Ye Wuque mentioned Tai Chu's appearance and actions, Ye Zhengrong's eyes flashed with solemnity and contemplation.

"That Tai Chu Senior... is truly a legendary figure; his regard for you and Feng Caichen is a blessed fate, but it also means you may bear greater responsibilities," Ye Zhengrong said gravely, "Nevertheless, no need for pressure. The road must be walked by yourself. Father, you, Fu Bo, and the entire Ye Clan will be your strongest backing."

Time together is always brief.

The Border Wasteland's war is urgent; Ye Wuque cannot stay long.

After fully understanding the situation of the area his father guarded and receiving Ye Zhengrong's insights on deeper Border Wasteland affairs, Ye Wuque bid farewell to his father and Fu Bo and set out again on his warpath.

He knew his father was stationed in this Star Domain, which steadied his heart and gave him confidence to face any future challenge.

The years in the Border Wasteland flowed slowly amidst blood and fire.

In the blink of an eye, another ten years slipped away amid endless skirmishes, brutal battles, and repeated brushes with death.

During those ten years, Ye Wuque's footsteps covered hundreds of battlefields across the Border Wasteland, reinforcing countless critical frontlines and slaying innumerable Other Shore foes.

His War God name had long resonated beyond the younger generation; even many veteran Other Shore masters, upon hearing the name Ye Wuque, would grow solemn and wary.

He became a moving banner on the Nine Heavens Bianhuang Frontline, shining with invincible brilliance, greatly boosting morale and heavily crushing the Other Shore's arrogance.

Ten years of life‑and‑death combat and extreme honing produced astonishing results for a peerless demon like Ye Wuque.

His combat experience, mastery of power, and insight into Tiandao have all been forged to a new height.

The murderous aura and authority distilled from countless battles made his mere presence akin to a drawn‑out peerless Divine Weapon, intimidating anyone who dared to stare.

Finally, while exploring a newly discovered, possibly ancient battlefield remnant in the Border Wasteland—a fragmented secret realm—the moment of accumulated potential arrived.

The secret realm lay deep within a chaotic SpaceTimeRift, extremely concealed, its interior retaining the tragic Dao Rhythm of ancient wars and various chaotic, potent residual forces—dangerous beyond measure, yet possibly holding ancient relics or lineage clues.

Ye Wuque, skillful and daring, ventured alone into its depths.

At the deepest part, atop an ancient altar shrouded in grayish chaotic mist, he did not find the imagined Divine Weapons or scriptures, but inadvertently activated the altar's core, releasing a faint, almost vanishing… Soul Seal, imbued with indescribable ancient and mysterious aura!

The seal manifested not as a full figure, but as a swirling aura of ever‑changing chaotic hues.

An aged, weary voice, seemingly bearing insight into all ages, resonated deep within Ye Wuque's mind:

"Later ones... who can trigger my lingering thought, proving your foundation, destiny, and even the Dao you practice resonate with my Forbidden Law..."

"I am... one of the founders of the Forbidden Law... you may call me... Jin."