Chapter 483: One Hundred Years

Ziyang Shen's expression became solemn and reverent, and he slowly spoke: "My master Huang Lao, from his own master the Yin‑Yang Great Emperor, received a hint, and recently mentioned it to me briefly."

He paused, as if calming his thoughts, then continued in a tone full of deep amazement and disbelief:

"He said, in some infinite brilliant, ultimate great radiant epochs, there once emerged a prodigiously talented, epoch‑shocking Nine Extreme Realm being! It left an unparalleled dazzling legend across the Zhutian Wanjie!"

"Nine Extreme Realm?" Ye Wuque's gaze suddenly tightened.

This is simply terrifying! Shocking the world!

In ordinary eras, the Single Extreme Realm is already an unparalleled monster that never appears! It is cultivated as a core successor by supreme great forces!

Whereas the Dual Extreme Realm, even the Three Extreme Realm, would utterly become renowned across the Zhutian Wanjie!

It is destined to become an unprecedented strong one whose fame shakes the Zhutian!

The pinnacle Titan of this era must have a place!

As for the even more terrifying Four Extreme Realm and Five Extreme Realm, ordinary eras never even glimpse them!

It may take several eras before such a world‑shaking being appears! Shaking all living beings!

And the Seven Extreme Realm, Eight Extreme Realm are so rare that even searching all of antiquity seldom finds one; ordinary epochs rarely produce even a single one!

Once it appears, it must belong to the Epoch's Son sequence, and barring accident, it is destined to become the strongest contender for this epoch's Epoch's Strongest!

And… Nine Extreme Realm!

What does this concept mean?

What kind of incomprehensibly terrifying existence is this?

Even Ye Wuque now feels his heart and spirit booming, unable to stay calm.

Ziyang Shen's voice continued to sound slowly.

"It is rumored that in that distant and infinitely radiant epoch, that defying‑heaven Nine Extreme Realm being swept across the Zhutian Wanjie at a very young age!"

"Stomping endless monsters! Overwhelming heroes of ten thousand ages!"

"Eventually, at a tender age, it became that epoch's Epoch's Strongest!"

"Infinite brilliance! Shaking the ancient, dazzling the present! Its renown will flow for ten thousand ages!"

Ziyang Shen's tone grew more excited, and his eyes seemed to reflect the invincible silhouette of that magnificent era.

"Oh Nine Extreme Realm, what an incomprehensibly terrifying achievement? And what a terrifying invincible bearing!"

He took a deep breath, then said: "Later, under the joint deduction of the Yin‑Yang Great Emperor and other peak beings, they reached a conclusion: the number of Extreme Realms tops out at nine!"

"Nine is the extreme! It is the apex! From antiquity to today, no being's count of Extreme Realms exceeds nine!"

"Nine represents completeness! A limit! It is the ultimate embodiment of the potential and foundation a being can bear in the early stages of cultivation!"

"Since the ages of eternity, no one has broken this law!"

Ziyang Shen was full of emotion, and immediately his fiery, expectant gaze naturally fell upon Ye Wuque.

In his mind, if one asks the present age who is most likely to reach the legendary nine extremes, who else but Ye Wuque?

Ye Wuque listened quietly, his heart and spirit also couldn't help but stir.

Nine Extreme Realm, sweeping the Zhutian, crushing ten thousand ages, becoming the Epoch's Strongest…

What an irresistibly alluring invincible path!

He seemed to see the pinnacle of the martial path, the most dazzling and gorgeous scenery.

"I also wonder whether the current Dangjin Jiyuan will ever produce a defying‑heaven Nine Extreme Realm being…"

Ziyang Shen finally murmured, then smiled lightly.

"Alright, no more words, Brother Ye, let's part here; I will venture into deeper, more dangerous zones of the Bian Huang for cultivation."

"I hope the next time I see you, Brother Ye, I will witness your even more radiant and invincible bearing…"

The two exchanged farewells, and Ziyang Shen transformed into a flash of violet brilliance, disappearing deep within the Star Domain.

Ye Wuque stood alone among the ruins, silent for a long while.

He slowly clenched his fist, his gaze becoming exceedingly firm, as if golden flames burned deep within his pupils.

Nine Extreme Realm…

He, Ye Wuque, must go experience such an ancient‑yet‑unparalleled supreme bearing!

…

The stars shifted and the constellations turned, and another dozen‑plus years of Dark Blood Fire hardships passed.

Ye Wuque's campaigns and trials never ceased; his footsteps traversed countless perilous deadlands of the Bian Huang, battling innumerable Other Shore strong foes.

On the Other Shore side, especially the Night Clan and Blood Clan—races with whom he holds deep grudges—intensified their targeting and assaults, their methods endless.

That day, in the depths of a forgotten ancient battle pit somewhere in the Bian Huang, murderous intent burst like clouds!

Exactly nine Nine Dao figures, exuding genuine Immortal aura and majestic vastness, formed a profound and solemn killing formation, encircling Ye Wuque at its core.

They all came from the Other Shore Night Clan, nine young Elders in their prime with boundless prospects, ordered to spare no cost, swearing to utterly slay the newly risen War God Ye Wuque on the Bian Huang Battlefield!

This battle shook heaven and earth, the ancient battle pit nearly collapsed entirely.

The Immortal laws intertwined with a roar, and the Night Clan's secret arts shrouded the sky.

Yet the final result shocked the entire Bian Huang!

The nine great Immortal Elders of the Night Clan were all executed!

None escaped!

The killing formation was torn apart by brute force; Immortal bodies shattered, divine souls scattered!

Ye Wuque stepped out step by step from the pervasive Destruction energy, his black robes fluttering; though his body bore scars, his aura resembled a tempered Divine Weapon, growing ever more solemn and terrifying, his eyes flickering as law runes ignited and extinguished, as if able to pierce illusion.

At this moment, his true cultivation barely entered the Third Realm Peep Heaven Realm of the Tongtian Eighteen Realms!

With a Peep Heaven Realm body, he directly and powerfully suppressed nine venerable Immortal elders!

Such a record can be called world‑shocking and utterly overturning the perception of many beings on the Bian Huang Battlefield!

The name of Battle God Ye Wuque rang through the camps of the two realms, truly becoming a terrifying existence that even the strong of the Immortal realm must treat with solemn respect.

Before the battle's aftershocks had ceased, a familiar, towering and majestic figure, filled with excitement and relief, tore through space and arrived.

"Young Master!"

Fu Bo's voice trembled slightly as he surveyed Ye Wuque from head to toe; seeing him unharmed, his face instantly broke into an immensely joyous smile.

"Good! Good! Hahaha! Suppressing the Nine Immortals! Young Master, you are now in the Bian Huang, but you have become truly famous! So young, yet you wield such sky‑piercing combat power; many of the older Immortal Being elders are probably no match for you! Excellent! The Lord will be very pleased when he learns of this!"

Fu Bo was truly excited, watching Ye Wuque move from youthful naivety to the pinnacle, as if regarding his own most outstanding junior, and felt honored.

Ye Wuque gave a faint smile, reined in his murderous aura, and respectfully bowed to Fu Bo: "Fu Bo, thank you for your concern. They're just a few hopping clowns, after all."

Under Fu Bo's escort, Ye Wuque left that battlefield, which had become a dead zone, and returned to one of the core stars of the Bian Huang where his father Ye Zhengrong was stationed.

Above the star, the Great Hall was empty, and the light of the Star River poured through the dome.

Ye Zhengrong stood with his hands behind his back beneath the star map, slowly turning around.

His face remained imposing, yet at this moment his gaze toward Ye Wuque was full of warmth and unabashed admiration.

"Congratulations, Que Er." Ye Zhengrong's voice was steady and powerful, "Suppressing the Night Clan's Nine Immortals Elders, this battle alone is enough to let you fully enter the forest of strong ones of Zhutian Wanjie; no one will dare slight you because of your age any longer."

Ye Wuque's expression was calm, neither arrogant nor impatient, and he bowed, saying: "Father, you overpraise me. The path of cultivation is long; I have only just begun, still far behind. The Other Shore's foundation is profound and must not be underestimated."

Seeing his son so composed, Ye Zhengrong's eyes grew even more pleased; he stepped forward and gently patted Ye Wuque's shoulder: "Well done, victorious yet not arrogant, think of danger even in peace. The road must be taken step by step; a solid foundation allows one to reach the summit. As your father, I have always had confidence in you."

He shifted his tone, and a hint of mysterious, gentle smile appeared on his face, as if temporarily setting aside the Bian Huang's iron‑blooded smoke: "But today, let's not talk about fighting and killing. Que Er, do you know what special day today is?"

Ye Wuque was slightly startled by the words, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

These years he had been immersed in cultivation and campaigns, his sense of Time had become vague; recalling recent battles and cultivation checkpoints, for a moment he truly could not recall what was special about today.

Behind him, Fu Bo's kindly and joyous laughter rang out at the right moment, dispelling his confusion:

"Young Master, you truly have cultivated to the point of forgetting the hour. Today is your hundredth birthday!"

Ye Wuque's body trembled slightly, and he looked up at his smiling father and the beaming Fu Bo, suddenly realizing.

It turned out, unknowingly, he had already…

One hundred years old.