Chapter 487: Supreme Descent

First place, without a doubt, Ye Wuque!

The bounty is so high that many beings of the Immortal Realm, even those who are Marquis Immortals, turn green‑eyed and their hearts race, and it even hints at a promise involving a higher tier.

Second, of course, Feng Caichen!

As the heir of the Ancient Sword Tomb, combined with his invincible sword Dao and his heaven‑defying strength, his worth ranks just below Ye Wuque.

Third, Geshu Wenyue! The peerless blade cultivator of the Blade Ancestor Dao Court, whose domineering blade intent deals a massive blow to the morale of the Other Shore army formation.

Following them are Ao Tianyin, Chen Shimei, Jian Wushuang, Tun Qiangu, Kun Chi, Yuan Yishi and the like, whose names also stand prominently on the list.

This list is both a bounty on Nine Heavens monsters and a form of indirect recognition; having one's name inscribed on it is itself a symbol of strength.

At the same time, it greatly spurs the young powerhouses of the Other Shore, who hunt the names on the list as the prime way to prove themselves and obtain resources.

The younger generation of the Other Shore is no less formidable.

Besides the Nether Clan's Ming Jiuhuang and the Ghost Clan's Gui Qianmo, who have already crossed swords with Ye Wuque and barely escaped, more notorious monsters have emerged.

The Soul Clan's Soul‑Erasing Life, formless and insubstantial, targets divine souls, killing silently; many Nine Heavens cultivators inexplicably fell, and later examinations revealed their divine souls had already been devoured.

The Shadow Clan's Shadows, taking myriad forms and hard to discern in true shape, excel at covert assassinations; they once successfully assassinated an Immortal Commander of Nine Heavens who had long endured battle formations, earning great renown.

The Evil Clan's Evil‑Heart Demon Child, appearing as a child yet having cultivated for countless years, wields bizarre evil arts that summon inner demons and manipulate emotions, often causing opponents to turn on each other or descend into madness, collapsing without a fight.

These Other Shore monsters have also carved Corpse Mountain Xue Hai in the Bian Huang, their ferocity overwhelming, confronting the Nine Heavens monsters head‑on, hunting each other, intensifying the border war; the clash of the younger generation becomes one of the most dazzling and cruel chapters of this protracted battle.

Just as the young Heavenly Pride of the two realms, on the Bian Huang front, fight to the death and the battle descends into a bloody, fierce stalemate, no one knows that deep within the Other Shore World, in a core shrouded by Endless Darkness and chaos, a terrifying upheaval capable of overturning the current situation and affecting the Zhutian Wanjie is quietly brewing in the gaps of space‑time and at the source of the laws…

Five months later, deep within the Other Shore, the Night Clan Ancestral Land.

There are no stars here, only the eternally flowing Eternal Night River, seeming to gather all the darkness and cold of the heavens, silently rushing through the void.

At the river's source stands a pitch‑black altar of such grandeur and mystery that words fail to describe it, towering majestically.

The altar is not stone but seems built from solidified darkness, frozen time, and countless twisted rule fragments; ancient patterns more intricate than the motion of stars are engraved upon it, extending into the void and faintly linking with the Space‑Time River that spans ages and bears countless destinies.

At this moment, the Eternal Night altar, silent for countless ten‑thousands of years, is undergoing an unprecedented transformation!

Buzz—Rumble—Rumble—!

First a subtle tremor, like a heartbeat from the far side of space‑time.

Then the entire altar shakes violently, the ancient patterns lighting up one by one, emitting a dim glow that devours all light.

Above the altar, the void linked to the Space‑Time River begins to warp and spin wildly, forming a massive vortex filled with bizarre, surreal visions!

Fragments of past, present and future flash and vanish within it at breakneck speed; the incomprehensible Space‑Time Power is violently churned and torn, emitting a terrifying wave that would freeze the soul of even a Dao Ancestor Realm existence.

The wave is so intense and terrifying that the entire Star Domain encompassing the Night Clan Ancestral Land trembles along with it!

Countless mountains, rivers and peaks on Night Clan stars roar, palaces sway, and every Night Clan being—regardless of cultivation level or activity—feels a deep‑rooted pulse of awe from their bloodlines, flooding their souls like a tide.

"This is... the Primordial Ancestor... it's the Ancestor's aura!"

"The Space‑Time River is boiling! Is our lord about to return?!"

"Heavens! This wave... has never existed in ten thousand ages!"

From the lowest servants to the slumbering ancient elders, all of the Night Clan cease their tasks, instinctively gazing toward the ancestral altar, their faces filled with boundless excitement, fervor and devotion.

The Space‑Time vortex above the altar expands to its limit, its interior blurring into a pure, ultimate darkness that seems capable of erasing everything.

In the next instant, an unparalleled black shadow of immeasurable size slowly steps out from the center of the dark vortex, from the depths of the Space‑Time River, from the end guarded by ages and reincarnation.

Boom—!!!

An indescribable aura has arrived!

It is not mere pressure, but a materialized concept, the very manifestation of Eternal Night itself!

Above the altar, that figure is cloaked in endless darkness, its features indistinct, its outline vague, yet one can feel the essence of Eternal Night that fills the world, silencing all Dao and dimming the heavens.

It seems to be the source of night itself, the embodiment of silence, the symbol of all things' return.

The entire Night Clan Star Domain, at the instant the figure descends, plunges into absolute, dead‑silent darkness.

It is not that light is taken away; darkness becomes the sole ruler, the law of everything here.

All Night Clan beings, whether a child just beginning cultivation, a high‑ranking Clan Leader, or those ancient ancestors who have lived for countless epochs, now all become like the most devout believers, facing the ancestral land, prostrating themselves, and worshipping with the oldest, most revered rites!

"Salute the Primordial Ancestor!!"

"We... salute the Primordial Ancestor!!"

"Welcome the Ancestor's return! Eternal Night forever!!"

The roar of worship, like mountains and seas, merges into a torrent of faith that sweeps the Star Domain.

Every Night Clan being's face is filled with fervor and awe born from the depths of their souls.

For descending is the true source of the Night Clan, the one who wields the Eternal Night Heavenly Dao and single‑handedly forged the clan's brilliance... the Eternal Night Sovereign!

He is the lord of the Night Clan, the Dao of the Night Clan, the very meaning of the Night Clan's existence!

To all Night Clan beings, the Eternal Night Sovereign is the sole Heaven!

Even if the Night Clan faces total annihilation, as long as the Sovereign remains, the Night Clan will never perish!

Just as the aura of the Eternal Night Sovereign's return shakes the entire Other Shore—

Blood Clan Ancestral Land, deep within the Endless Xue Hai.

The viscous, substance‑like Xue Hai, exuding a sky‑high stench, suddenly boils!

At the center of the sea, an enormous blood‑colored vortex materializes out of nowhere, its depths revealing the clear threads of space‑time.

A terrifying aura older and more evil than the Xue Hai itself, as if it has gathered all slaughter and sin of the Zhutian Wanjie, erupts with a roar!

A colossal figure shrouded in viscous Dark Blood, its exact form indistinct, yet its body appears composed of countless writhing, wailing blood‑colored soul spirits; it stands on blood waves, stepping out from the Space‑Time River.

Where the Dark Blood reaches, all things wither, life extinguishes, and only the purest death and filth spread.

"Salute... Blood Witch Erdi!!"

"Erdi is Immortal! Blood stains the heavens!!"

The endless Blood Clan beings' fervent roars echo throughout the Xue Hai.

Corpse Clan Ancestral Land, atop the Ten Thousand Ages Corpse Mountain.

The dead‑silence giant mountain, built from the piled remains of countless powerful beings, roared and shook.

At the summit, the lid of an ancient stone coffin engraved with a pattern of ten thousand corpses in worship slid open; endless dead Qi, Corpse Qi, and grievance Qi surged skyward, stirring space‑time.

A withered body that seemed to have been formed from the condensed essence of billions of corpse remains slowly rose to a seated position from the stone coffin, its eye sockets burning with two pale, ice‑cold Soul Fires.

They stepped out of the stone coffin, and a path of space‑time paved with white bones appeared beneath their feet.

"The Withered Silent Corpse Emperor… has returned!"

"The emperor returns, all corpses, heed the command!!"

Where the Corpse Clan dwells, ten thousand corpses crawl, and within the dead silence endless frenzy seeps.

In a short span, the Other Shore World saw three successive Ancestor-level WorldShatteringExistences overlooking the Wan Gu Lun Hui… Yongye Zunzhu, Blood Witch E Di, the Withered Silent Corpse Emperor!

Simultaneously manifested!

This is certainly not a coincidence!

The entire Other Shore World trembled violently because of it!

Countless ancient traditions, powerful clans, and overlords were awakened, and wave after wave of overwhelmingly strong Divine Sense, bearing astonishment, shock, and contemplation, swept over the direction of the three supreme existences' descent.

Ordinary Other Shore beings fell into a complex emotion mixing excitement, frenzy, and unease.

The three supreme existences appearing simultaneously means that a cataclysmic event is about to occur!

The Bian Huang war situation may usher in a revolutionary upheaval!