Chapter 490: Supreme Battle

A second, massive, boundless, heavy aura that seems able to bear the heavens' stars and nurture the vitality of ten thousand worlds surged forth from another part of the Space-Time River!

A figure stepped forward on the ripples of time, not particularly tall, yet exuding a weight as vast as a cosmic star chart and as steady as a rock.

A faint aura of earth Qi and starlight swirled around him, as if he himself were a moving fragment of an ancient universe.

"This is... the founder of my Kun Clan! Ancestor Kunxu Cai!!"

Kun Buxiu was first stunned, then a burst of ecstatic joy rose to his face, nearly forcing him to shout out!

As the highest representative of the Kun Clan in the Bian Huang, he was intimately familiar with his own ancestor's aura!

"The Kun ancestor has arrived! Wonderful!"

A gleam of delight flashed in Yang Buyi's eyes.

The arrival of two Supreme beings of the Nine Zhutian instantly eased the situation considerably!

But this does not seem to be the end!

Clang—!!!

A clear, soaring blade sound, as if capable of cutting all shackles and cleaving ancient Chaos, rang out from deeper within the Space-Time River with an unmatched ferocity and resolve!

That blade sound was not a mere noise, but an expression of the Dao, a release of intent!

Amid the blade sound, a vague silhouette, seemingly formed from the purest blade intent, stepped forward slowly.

With each step, the temporal ripples beneath his feet were split in two by an invisible sharp aura, lingering apart for a long time.

He was like a peerless celestial blade, sealed for eons and finally drawn today; its domineering blade intent that annihilates all and exalts only itself was even purer and more aggressive than the darkness of the Eternal Night Sovereign or the bloodiness of the Blood Witch Emperor!

"Father... father?!"

At a fiercely contested front within Tiebi Guan, Geshu Wenyue, who had just cleaved an Other Shore Commander, armor and all, in two with a single stroke, shuddered violently, and his massive sword momentarily stalled.

He looked up abruptly, gazing at the sky‑piercing blade figure; a rare excitement, admiration, and a trace of deeply hidden grievance flashed on his stern face.

He had not seen his father for far too long—the one who, like legend in the Blade Ancestor Dao Court, had long vanished into the Space-Time River to pursue the supreme blade path... the supreme Blade Ancestor, Geshu Wuyou!

"It is the Blade Ancestor! The Supreme of the Blade Ancestor Dao Court!"

"Three! Three Supreme beings of the Nine Zhutian have arrived!"

"Heaven shall not abandon my Nine Zhutian!!"

"Kill! Fight the Other Shore scum!!"

The veil of despair was torn apart in an instant, and flames of hope blazed in the eyes of every Nine Zhutian Living Being!

The shift from hell to heaven ignited the morale, once at its lowest, like a lit powder keg, exploding with a thunderous blast!

Countless Dark Cultivators, eyes reddened, roared, unleashing power far beyond normal, and launched a fierce counterattack against the Other Shore army, which was also unsettled by the Supreme's arrival!

In one corner of the Nine Zhutian, Ye Shizu, the Kun Clan founder Kunxu Cai, and the supreme Blade Ancestor Geshu Wuyou stood side by side as three world‑shattering existences, hovering above Tiebi Guan, confronting the projections of the Other Shore's Yongye Zunzhu, Blood Witch Emperor, and Withered Corpse Emperor!

The wills and auras of the Six Paths Supreme level on both sides collided silently in the Void, their rippling laws destabilizing the entire Bian Huang's space‑time fabric; light warped, sound vanished, as if the area could at any moment detach from the real world and plunge into pure law turbulence.

Ye Shizu's gaze, like ancient ice, pierced space and darkness, landing directly on the mass of Ultimate Darkness representing Yongye Zunzhu; a detached voice sounded, emotionless yet bearing supreme authority: "Eternal Night old man, do you think I do not exist?"

In fact, after Ye Wuque forcefully eliminated the Night Clan's top monster Ye Junlin and forged an endless feud with the Night Clan, Ye Shizu's will split off a strand, long‑range targeting the Yongye Zunzhu who might shift because of that incident.

He did not anticipate that this time the opponent's return would be so momentous, and that it would be allied with two other beings of the same tier.

The mass of Ultimate Darkness quivered slightly, and a voice—neither male nor female, capable of devouring all light and sound, laden with ages of desolation and endless cold—slowly emerged, echoing deep within every being's soul, not traveling through the air:

"Nine Zhutian Ten Earths, destined to fall into eternal Jiemie... Ye Shengyuan, your struggle is but a faint spark of fire before this Jiemie."

That voice stated the outcome directly, bearing a chilling certainty and indifference.

No further verbal exchange; at their level, will and the Dao were already clear, making any argument superfluous.

Almost the instant Yongye Zunzhu's words fell—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Attacks of Six Paths terrifying beyond description erupted almost simultaneously!

It was not a contest of ordinary divine arts, but a direct clash and grinding of the Path Origin powers each wielded and represented!

Around Ye Shizu, the divine radiance suddenly became immensely solid and vast, suffused with Supreme Indifference, a selfless Heavenly Dao that regarded all things as straw dogs, spreading a grand conception.

He seemed to become the supreme Tiandao itself, governing the heavens and judging all souls, without joy or sorrow, without good or evil, only absolute order and law!

A crystal light pillar, purely condensed from Supreme Heavenly Dao Force, shot from his palm; wherever it passed, space‑time was formatted, all chaotic energy, laws, even concepts were forcibly ordered, pacified, and erased!

This is one embodiment of Supreme Heavenly Dao's power... Order Returns to Origin!

The darkness manifested by Yongye Zunzhu suddenly swelled, like a black hole at its extreme, devouring not matter or energy but light, heat, life, hope… all positive and active concepts!

The ultimate darkness spread, colliding brazenly with the Supreme light pillar!

There was no thunderous crash, only two diametrically opposed Tiandao origins silently eroding, canceling, and extinguishing each other!

That area turned into absolute void, neither light nor darkness, but a vacuum of law and Chaos!

Eternal Night Heavenly Dao… all sounds fall into Jiemie!

On the other side, Kunxu Cai, the Kun Clan founder, let out a cold snort at the Blood Witch Emperor, whose towering blood light and countless wailing wraiths filled the sky.

He clasped his hands empty, and a miniature, ancient universe—seeming to be composed of countless star continents—materialized and spun within his embrace.

A massive, unparalleled force of Kun Yuan Tiandao surged forth, bearing all things and nurturing life, like an invisible earth expanding, intent on repelling, purifying, and suppressing the filthy, blood‑soaked, destructive Blood Witch Tiandao power!

The Blood Witch Emperor let out a shrill screech; within the viscous blood light, countless twisted soul faces merged into a foul blood river, imbued with plagues, curses, slaughter, decay and countless negative laws, bearing a terrifying power that corrupts all paths and defiles the world, slamming hard into Kunxu Cai's Kun Yuan universe!

The third front, the duel between Blade Ancestor Geshu Wuyou and the Withered Corpse Emperor, was the most explosive and direct!

Geshu Wuyou manifested hardly any phenomena; his whole being transformed into a celestial Dao blade spanning the starry sky!

Blade intent pierced the heavens—pure, domineering, resolute!

It is the Cutting Path that severs all bonds, cleaves all obstacles, and pursues absolute edge and freedom!

A blade struck—intangible, formless, yet seemingly everywhere—directly cutting at the core of the Dead Silence power embodied by the Withered Corpse Emperor… the very law that makes all things wither and fall into eternal stillness!

Pale Soul Fire flickered violently in the Withered Corpse Emperor's eye sockets, and his gaunt body emitted a horrific sound of bones grinding.

He spread his arms, endless gray‑white death aura billowing; within that death aura seemed the ruins of civilization, star debris, the end of life… all images of ultimate return to nothing swayed!

The power of Dead Silence became a sky‑covering giant hand, covered with corpse stains and exuding the rotting aura of Time, unflinching and unavoidable, forcefully confronting the blade intent that slashes all!

The collision of six supreme Tiandao‑level forces, its spectacle already exceeds the comprehension of the overwhelming majority of living beings.

Their forms, in the perception of ordinary Dark Cultivators, quickly become blurred and faded—not vanished, but because the level of combat has already risen to the pure Tiandao law, the dimension of conceptual confrontation.

Only those strong enough to reach the Dao Ancestor's realm can faintly see that terrifying Tiandao‑war scene, which cannot be described by color or shape, resembling a microcosm of the universe's creation and Destruction!

The laws wail in lament, space‑time shatters and reassembles, the Causality thread is cut and rejoined… That battlefield has already become an absolute forbidden zone that even the levels of Dao Realm dare not easily tread!