Chapter 485: Jiang Clan! Great Derivative Heavenly Dao!

Ye Wuque lifts his wine cup, takes a sip, and calmly says, "Mother, rest assured, your child knows his limits. However, the events of those years are actually far from being fully resolved." He turns his gaze toward his father.

Ye Zhengrong nods, his expression calm, but a trace of solemnity in his eyes: "Indeed. My unparalleled adversary has not been completely dealt with, so this matter cannot be said to have truly concluded."

He says little, yet the pressure and resolve in his words are clearly felt by Ye Wuque and Jiang Shuhang.

The family banquet's atmosphere does not cool because of this; it quickly returns to warm everyday chatter.

Ye Wuque recounts amusing incidents from his cultivation, friends he has met, and some novel insights into Tiandao.

He also drinks a fair amount of wine, which is not ordinary brew but infused with spiritual energy, its aftereffect lingering, causing even his previously impervious complexion to faintly flush with a light red hue, his eyes slightly tipsy.

This kind of reunion with close kin, without vigilance or battle, only casual family talk and warm peace, is something Ye Wuque has rarely experienced since embarking on the path of cultivation.

The mystery of his lineage and the whereabouts of his relatives have always been among his deepest obsessions and motivations.

In the past, aside from close friend Feng Caichen, he mostly walked alone, honing himself in solitude, growing within Dark Blood Fire.

Now, with both parents present and the household complete, this long‑sought comfort can smooth many old hardships.

During the casual chat, Ye Wuque also learns more about his mother's family.

Jiang Shuhang hails from the mysterious and distant Xuanhuang World, not the Nine Heavens Ten Earths realm.

The Jiang Clan is a renowned Undying Aristocratic Family of the Xuanhuang World!

With inheritance spanning ten thousand ages, its depth unfathomable, it enjoys great renown throughout Zhutian Wanjie, truly a colossal force that can intimidate a region and influence the eternal cosmic order.

Taking advantage of this warm, relaxed atmosphere, Ye Wuque finally asks the long‑buried question: "Mother, within me lies a hidden special power that contains an unfathomable Heavenly Dao aura; many beings have called it the Golden Heavenly Dao. This power seems linked to my bloodline, yet not to the Ye Clan lineage. I wonder… could it be related to some ancestor or supreme figure of the Jiang Clan who achieved the Heavenly Dao?"

Jiang Shuhang hears this, carefully senses the faint yet dazzling, awe‑inspiring terrifying power within Ye Wuque, his brows first slightly knit, then slowly shakes his head, and says affirmatively:

"Kid, the Jiang Clan has inherited across ten thousand ages, its foundation deep; indeed, in our history there once existed an invincible Supreme who elevated his own Dao to the level of Heavenly Dao."

"That ancestor's attained Heavenly Dao was called… Great Derivative Heavenly Dao!"

"It encompasses all phenomena, deduces all laws, its profundity endless."

"However, the power within you… is supremely rigid and yang, magnificent and domineering, bearing an ultimate aura of sole supremacy that suppresses all, markedly different from the Great Derivative Heavenly Dao described in our records."

"It… does not originate from my Jiang Clan."

A flash of deep thought passes through Ye Wuque's eyes.

Indeed, it is not from his mother's clan.

What exactly is this mysterious Golden Heavenly Dao?

It seems to have existed deep within his bloodline from early on, accompanying his growth, manifesting power at crucial moments, even drawing the attention and specific titles of many Ancient Entities.

Where, then, is its source?

This question, like a spark, flickers again in Ye Wuque's heart‑lake, though for now the warmth of reunion temporarily masks it.

In the days that follow, the three of them cherish the rare moments together.

Ye Zhengrong temporarily sheds the commander's authority, and Jiang Shuhang also puts aside the elegance of a noble daughter, seeming just ordinary parents, caring about their son's meals and daily life, listening to his detailed stories, and sharing some of his own cultivation insights and Xuanhuang World anecdotes.

The Bian Huang's beacon fires and slaughter seem temporarily cut off beyond this tiny Star Mansion.

However, joyous gatherings inevitably face parting.

A dozen days later, Jiang Shuhang, despite countless reluctance, must depart.

She grasps Ye Wuque's hand, her eyes full of reluctance and apology: "Kid, mother is closing this seclusion, in fact reaching a crucial breakthrough point of the Jiang Clan's ancestral ancient technique. This emergence is an exception; if I do not return to continue, I fear the previous achievements will be wasted, perhaps even damaging the Dao Foundation. Take good care of yourself; in this Bian Huang… you must be extremely careful!"

She turns and looks deeply at Ye Zhengrong, "Brother Zheng, Kid is now in your care."

Ye Zhengrong solemnly nods, "Rest assured."

Finally, Jiang Shuhang, bearing endless longing, takes three backward glances, her figure merging into Void, returning to the distant, mysterious Xuanhuang World of the Jiang Clan.

Above the Star Mansion, only Ye Zhengrong and Ye Wuque, father and son, remain.

The warm atmosphere gradually settles, while the Bian Huang's eternal blood‑red and murderous aura seems to once again permeate through the Star Mansion's barriers.

Ye Zhengrong looks toward the direction of the Other Shore deep in the starry sky, his gaze once again sharp as a hawk, and says in a deep voice: "Kid, after enjoying warmth, you must once again grip weapons tightly. The battles here are far from over. According to the latest intel, over at the Other Shore… recent movements have been unusually frequent; several major hegemon powers have shifted, seemingly brewing a far more terrifying offensive plan than before. Peaceful days, I fear, are few."

Ye Wuque hears this, the last hint of tipsiness in his eyes completely vanishes, replaced by a coldness like a frigid star and a resolve as solid as a rock.

He gently clenches his fist, the power within him, now transformed and even stronger, silently roaring.