Chapter 48: Showdown with Yun Changkong

Passing through the side hall of the Underworld's Subjugation, Ye Wuque and Duan Xiuluo pressed further into the core of the ancient hall.

Along the way, the ancient seals grew increasingly dense and perilous, occasionally triggering invisible killing formations that pierced the heart like ten thousand arrows;

From time to time, lingering laws manifested, turning into primeval ferocious beasts that lunged to kill;

There were also mind‑confusing illusion realms that lured one into sinking.

Yet, before Ye Wuque's unrivaled Divine Sense and might, all of these were dismantled one by one.

Duan Xiuluo's Shura combat style was fierce and domineering, and his coordination with Ye Wuque was tacit; the two fought together, their speed slightly slower but advancing steadily, and during the trek they obtained several fine ancient divine materials and a bottle of remaining Ten‑Thousand‑Year Stone Milk that could nourish the spirit.

Finally, after shattering the last twisted‑space Chaos light curtain, the view cleared brightly before them!

They reached the deepest part of the ancient hall!

This was not the imagined Great Hall, but a singularly strange, self‑contained space.

Below their feet stretched an endless star‑lit light path, above their heads a rotating galactic vortex, and at the center a colossal circular Altar seemingly forged from stars hovered silently.

Upon the Altar, emptiness reigned, yet it exuded an indescribable, pulse‑like aura that seemed to draw the depths of one's soul.

At this moment, dozens of silhouettes already stood upon the star‑lit path!

The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed ready to drip water!

Everyone's gaze, bright or dim, converged on the central Altar, eyes blazing and vigilant.

Ye Wuque swept his gaze and immediately spotted the most striking presences:

the War God of the Celestial Realm, a wild youth bearing a Great Axe, standing with arms crossed, his qi and blood like a Dragon, his battle intent nearly materializing, impatiently drumming his fingers on the axe haft.

The saintess of the Ethereal Celestial Realm, surrounded by hazy celestial light, stood still like a painting, seemingly merged with the surrounding starry sky, her aura ethereal and inscrutable.

The few cloaked figures from the Boundless Celestial Realm remained silently at the outermost shadows, as if coexisting with Darkness, the most mysterious.

Not far from them, Yun Changkong of the Fate Divine Mountain stood with both hands raised.

He showed no expression, but those Dark Eyes, deep as Fate vortices, locked onto Ye Wuque the instant he stepped into the place, like the coldest of venomous snakes!

The murderous intent in that gaze almost solidified, unmasked!

Besides these Supreme Celestial Realm monsters, there were over a dozen other top Heavenly Pride from other powerful realms, each equally formidable; none who reached this place were weak.

They each occupied a sector, keeping a safe distance, forming a delicate balance; no one dared approach the central Altar lightly, nor would anyone initiate conflict before the opportunity manifested, all silently gathering strength and watching others.

The arrival of Ye Wuque and Duan Xiuluo instantly drew most of the gazes.

Especially Ye Wuque, whose reputation as the "Black‑Robe War God" and certain deeds had already spread in small circles; many eyes looked at him with curiosity, caution, even a hint of hostility.

Duan Xiuluo sensed Yun Changkong's unabashed murderous intent, his complexion tightening as he whispered, "Brother Ye, that Yun Changkong…"

"No problem." Ye Wuque lightly interjected, his demeanor calm as he found a spot to stand, not even bothering to glance further at Yun Changkong, as if the killing intent that could suffocate other Heavenly Pride was merely a gentle breeze.

Such disregard inflamed Yun Changkong's fury more than any provocation.

Time drifted slowly within the suppressed silence.

The Altar remained empty, yet the pulsing aura grew ever more evident, as if brewing something, or awaiting a moment.

Suddenly!

"Ye! Wu! Que!"

A bone‑chilling voice brimming with boundless hatred shattered the Dead Silence!

Yun Changkong stepped forward, Fate mist swirling violently around him, his stare fixed on Ye Wuque, his tone cold, murderous intent fully exposed:

"How long will you keep pretending? Hurry and roll over here to meet death!"

The words left the air, and the entire venue was stunned!

All gazes instantly flickered between Yun Changkong and Ye Wuque!

"Yun Changkong's death… was it he who did it?"

"Ye Wuque? He killed the direct descendant of the Fate Divine Mountain?"

"No wonder Yun Changkong's killing intent is so heavy! It turns out there is a fraternal killing grudge!"

"Yun Changkong is a protector of his own! He often launches slaughter for his friends; this time, someone actually dared to kill his own brother!"

Duan Xiuluo's complexion changed, about to speak, but Ye Wuque raised his hand to stop him.

Ye Wuque finally lifted his eyes slowly, looking at the wildly raging Yun Changkong, his tone flat and unruffled:

"Yun Changkong covets what does not belong to him, courting his own ruin. If you wish to follow in his footsteps, I can also grant it."

"Arrogant!" Yun Changkong erupted in fury, the fraternal killing grudge and the insult of being slighted drowning his reason, "Today I shall use your blood to sacrifice the spirit of the long‑living in heaven! Fate's judgment… the Extinguish Fate Divine Art!"

He thrust both hands together, forming a seal; Fate Threads around him surged wildly, coalescing into a grim, ash‑colored, bizarre long blade that seemed capable of severing all beings' fortunes and bringing endless calamity!

Entwined on the blade were countless wailing phantoms, the pitiable insects stripped of their Qi Fortune.

"Cut your fortune! Sever your destiny!"

The Extinguish Fate blade sliced silently, ignoring spatial distance, striking directly at Ye Wuque's hidden Fate trajectory!

It is an exceedingly vicious attack, targeting the intangible yet crucial fortune; once hit, the victim may suffer minor misfortune or, at worst, sudden violent death!

Almost simultaneously, Yun Changkong's other hand gestured, "Great Fate Heaven Blade! Eradicate form, extinguish body!"

Another dazzling, tangible Heaven Blade, condensed from pure Law of Destiny, materialized, bearing the authority to judge all, tearing the starry sky and cleaving Ye Wuque's Flesh!

Dual attacks, merging void and substance, ruthless to the extreme!

"Brother Ye, be careful!" Duan Xiuluo shouted, this Fate divine art is too bizarre!