Chapter 488: The Mad Other Shore

It was almost the very next second after the three great beings fully descended, their aura shaking the entire Other Shore.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three formless, yet seemingly imbued with the will of each one's Heavenly Dao origin, gently collided and interacted in the void deep within the Other Shore.

Immediately, without any superfluous motion, the Ultimate Darkness manifested by Yongye Zunzhu, the torrential blood light where the Blood Witch Er Di resides, and the endless death aura emitted by the Withered Corpse Emperor all stepped forward… one step!

This step was not a simple spatial leap.

They seemed to stand on a node of Time and Space, shrinking the boundless sea of stars to within arm's reach, treating the Zhutian barriers as nothing.

With just one step, the three shadows, larger than the star sea and more terrifying than the abyss, had already crossed an endless distance, ignoring the layered formations and seals of the Bian Huang front line, and descended directly onto the highest sky of the Bian Huang Battlefield!

It was not their bodies that reached the Bian Huang front, but using Supreme Divine Art, they projected their existence—capable of influencing reality and subduing myriad paths—along with overwhelming pressure, directly onto the sky of the Bian Huang!

Rumble—!!!

The feeling of the Bian Huang at this moment defied description.

The vast battlefield, once filled with shouts, explosions, clashes of divine arts, and the sound of stars shattering, in that instant fell into a death‑like silence!

It was not that sound vanished, but that the three terrifying pressures, superior to all, fell like three formless, world‑spanning Ancient Divine Mountains, crushing down and covering every sound, every light, every energy ripple on the battlefield!

Darkness, blood, dead silence!

The three distinct yet equally boundless, despair‑inducing overwhelming auras intertwined and spread, shrouding the entire Bian Huang World!

The countless defensive formations, war fortresses, and star‑sky Great Walls built by the Nine Heavens Ten Earths emitted unbearable wails simultaneously, the light curtains flickered violently, sigils flared and dimmed, as if they could collapse at any moment!

Countless Nine Heavens cultivators charging or slashing, whether low‑rank soldiers or powerful Commanders, were instantly struck as if by lightning, their qi and blood roiling, their souls violently shaken, a fear and insignificance born of their life level and soul instinct overwhelming them uncontrollably!

"Ugh—!"

"What is this pressure?!"

"Dao Ancestor… no! Ten million times more terrifying than the Dao Ancestor!!"

"Heaven… has it collapsed?!"

Many cultivators spat blood on the spot, staggered, their fighting spirit doused like with icy water, instantly plummeting to the abyss.

Some weaker ones collapsed outright, their faces pallid, unable even to hold their weapons.

On the Other Shore side, after the brief dead silence, a mountain‑avalanche, tsunami‑like frenzy of cheers erupted!

"Lord! It is Yongye Zunzhu!!"

"Er Di! The Blood Witch Er Di has descended!!"

"Corpse Emperor! My emperor is immortal!!"

"Kill! Annihilate all Nine Heavens Living Being!!"

"The great ancestors watch us! Other Shore invincible!!"

The morale of the Other Shore army, previously dampened by the frequent emergence of Nine Heavens fiends, now surged to the extreme as if injected with a ferocious stimulant!

Countless Other Shore beings had blood‑red eyes, their aura frantic, their ferocity now tinged with madness, their assault suddenly becoming even more ruthless, reckless!

"Not good!!"

At the Jiutian Border Pass, that towering gate as majestic as an Eternal Divine Mountain, engraved with countless sages' battle scars, several figures who had long held the Zhuhui Zhongshu, their aura as deep as the sea, suddenly rose, their faces changing dramatically, eyes filled with unprecedented dread and gravity!

One of them was the Border Pass titan Kun Buxiu!

Clad in simple battle armor, his visage resolute, he now furrowed his brows, his gaze fixed on the three terrifying shadows that seemed able to devour everything in the sky, his voice hoarse and urgent:

"These Three Sovereigns of the Other Shore have all descended at once?! And they projected terrifying pressure directly onto the front line! What are they trying to do? Launch an Ultimate Decisive Battle at the Supreme level immediately?!"

The other titan, Yang Buyi, now also lost his usual composure, his dust‑sweeping cloth trembling slightly, he shouted hoarsely: "Madness! The Other Shore is madness! The three Supreme‑level beings are applying pressure simultaneously; this is a change unseen in ten thousand years! The Border Pass great formation… cannot hold for long!"

"Quick! Immediately send the highest‑grade Void transmission, notify the rear! Notify all Ancient Realms, Sacred Lands, Imperial Clans! Request Supreme support! Quickly!!"

Kun Buxiu practically roared, his voice echoing through the Border Pass Zhuhui Zhongshu.

The entire Jiutian Border Pass instantly entered the highest level of combat readiness, countless transmission light streams tore through the Void toward the rear, more defensive formations were activated at any cost, attempting to repel that omnipresent, all‑penetrating terrifying pressure.

But everyone knew that facing the three Sovereigns—clearly beyond the Dao Realm level and reaching the Supreme domain— even the Border Pass's millennia‑old foundation seemed precariously vulnerable.

Fear, despair, and terror spread through the Jiutian Camp like a plague.

The warrior who moments ago was locked in bloody melee with the enemy could, the next moment, be slain as his mind falters.

The balance of the battle, due to the arrival of these three overwhelming figures, was tilting wildly toward the Other Shore at a terrifying speed!

Somewhere in the Bian Huang, above a relatively concealed war‑star that Ye Zhengrong had hidden by special means.

Ye Wuque stood on a stargazing platform with his father Ye Zhengrong and Fu Bo, gazing at the three shadows on the distant sky that seemed like omens of the apocalypse.

He could clearly feel the terrifying power within those three overwhelming pressures, capable of shattering myriad paths and freezing Time and Space.

That was far beyond any level he could confront directly now; the gap was too great.

A deep worry flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It was not for himself, but for the entire Jiutian Camp, for the countless comrades fighting bloodily in the Bian Huang.

The emergence of these three beings was too sudden, too oppressive.

Fu Bo, standing slightly behind Ye Wuque, his usually kind and peaceful face now filled with unprecedented gravity, brows tightly knit, his gaze also fixed on the Other Shore, said gravely: "Lord, Young Master… I, an old servant, have lived many years and have seen the Bian Huang wars more than once, but today, the three Sovereigns of the Other Shore—beings that until now existed only in legend as Ancestor-level—simultaneously manifested pressure on the front line… In nearly ten thousand years, unheard of! What do they truly intend? Merely to crush the morale of our Nine Heavens? Or…"

Ye Zhengrong stood with his arms crossed, his posture still as upright as a pine, yet Ye Wuque could sense that his father's once harmonious and massive aura now showed subtle ripples.

Ye Zhengrong's gaze was profoundly deep, as if trying to pierce the true intent behind the endless darkness, blood light, and death aura.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice low and weighty:

"Suppressing morale, turning the tide of battle—this is naturally one of the goals."

"The aura of the three Supreme‑level Heavenly Dao beings is enough to make the majority of our cultivators cower before even fighting, sharply reducing our combat power."

"And with the Other Shore's morale soaring, this shift will cause the front‑line pressure to surge dramatically."

He paused, his brows furrowing even tighter.

"But I always feel… it's not that simple."

"These three beings, especially Yongye Zunzhu, who for years retreats into the depths of the Space‑Time River to contemplate Dao and seek transcendence, ordinary Bian Huang wars, no matter how costly, would scarcely rouse them to return. Unless…"

His gaze, involuntarily, fell on the Ye Wuque beside him; in that look there was the pride of a father, and also a deep, almost tangible worry.

"Unless they have a… goal worth them manifesting at the same time, perhaps even planning it themselves…"

Ye Zhengrong's voice was pressed low, as if muttering to himself, yet also as if revealing a terrifying conjecture to Ye Wuque and Fu Bo.

"Targeting me?" Ye Wuque's eyes hardened, instantly understanding his father's meaning.

Yongye Zunzhu had long issued a bounty on him; the Night Clan bears a deep grudge against him.

The Blood Clan and the Corpse Clan also have many clashes with him.

He bears multiple Extreme Realms, holds many great secrets, his battle record is overwhelmingly unrivaled, and being singled out by the highest echelons of the Other Shore is not surprising.

"I'm afraid it's not only targeting you personally."

Ye Zhengrong slowly shook his head, his gaze returning to the suffocating heavens.

"Wuque, you are the brightest banner of my Nine Heavens' younger generation, the War God and exemplar in the hearts of countless Dark Cultivators."

"Crushing you would not only strike our morale, but also sever the growth of the future towering pillar of Nine Heavens."

"But if only for that, is it worth the simultaneous manifestation of the three Heavenly Dao Supremes?"

"They perhaps… have other designs."

"Bian Huang, or rather, beneath this ancient battlefield, does it still conceal secrets we have not yet known?"

"Their return, does it herald… that a certain opportunity has arrived?"

Ye Zhengrong's words sank the hearts of Ye Wuque and Fu Bo.

A sense of storm clouds gathering, wind filling the tower—no, a terrifying premonition and heavy pressure of an apocalyptic tsunami about to descend, enveloped their minds.

The Jiutian Border Pass wailed, the front line retreated, and despair spread.

Yet the Other Shore's revelry and the horns of its assault grew ever louder and shrill.

Above the heavens, those three seemingly eternal terrifying shadows still watched the ant‑like slaughter below with indifference; their silence wielded more deterrence than any roar.

No one knows how long this suffocating pressure will last, nor what kind of cataclysmic storm will follow it.

The darkest moment of the Bian Huang seems… only just beginning.