Chapter 504: Follow Me to Annihilate the Thunder Clan!

The torrent washed over, leaving the spot empty and void.

All the gray‑green thunder sea, all the ominous aura, all the Dao Ancestor peak's flesh and spirit, including that strand of high‑quality Ominous Power from the so‑called True Ancestor… under the Primordial wash of the Supreme Dao Fruit, were all turned into the most primitive particles and energy, returning to Heaven, Earth and the cosmos, leaving not a trace.

A peak‑level Dao Ancestor Realm master, who could briefly contend with a Quasi‑Supreme using Ominous Power, thus… Body and Spirit Annihilation, a complete fall!

With Thunder Tai Ji's fall, the region of this starry sky that retained his pre‑death Dao Rhythm and final will began to undergo violent celestial phenomena.

This is the unique feedback and warning that accompanies the fall of a Dao Ancestor‑level being.

Within the Void, residual Destruction Thunder magnetism sizzles, forming mournful arcs of electricity that slowly dissipate, returning to the universe.

Moreover, a bizarre forbidden realm mingled with ominous gray gas and Destruction Thunder aura began to faintly take shape.

This forbidden realm is the final residue of Thunder Tai Ji's Dao and law, containing terrifying willful pressure and chaotic energy; any ordinary being who strays in would instantly be shattered by its thunder, corroded by the ominous aura, and die a senseless death.

It is the final imprint of a strong one's Dao upon Heaven and Earth after death, also a manifestation of its undilutable majesty.

Da Yu Lao glanced indifferently at the forming forbidden realm, his brows barely furrowing.

"A land of filth—what use is it? It only brings needless calamity to later beings."

He raised his hand again, needing not even the Supreme Dao Fruit, and simply struck lightly through the air.

A sky‑covering giant palm, condensed from pure fire law, materialized out of nowhere, covering the prototype of the forbidden realm, and then… gently clasped.

Puff—

Like crushing a bubble.

That forbidden realm, which could deter even Immortal‑realm masters and contained Dao Ancestor remnants and Ominous contamination, along with the nascent chaotic will within, was completely erased and smoothed by that nonchalant palm!

The spot was left only with a calm, slightly scorching Void.

In a snap, the formidable foe vanished to dust; with a wave, the forbidden realm was gone.

This is the peerless might displayed by a true Supreme Realm master after activating the Supreme Dao Fruit!

Surpassing mere accumulation of numbers, surpassing intricate techniques, it reaches the supreme level where Tiandao crushes and realms determine life and death!

Da Yu Lao reined in his aura, and the crimson‑gold Supreme Dao Fruit glowing over the heavens behind his head slowly faded.

His expression remained indifferent, as if he had done a trivial act; gazing at where Thunder Tai Ji vanished, he said coldly, "Colluding with the ominous, betraying the heavens, wreaking havoc upon the world… only death lies ahead."

As the First War General under the Great Thousand Divine Universe Master, following the Universe Lord in battles across eternity, his hostility and resolve to eradicate the Inauspicious Clan have long been ingrained in his very marrow, unwavering.

Seven Yu Elder finally breathed a genuine sigh of relief, a relaxed smile appearing on his face, secretly rejoicing.

Had Da Yu Lao not arrived in time, wielding thunderous force to subdue the foe, he would likely have fallen here today, and Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, the two Holy Sons, would have faced near‑certain death.

He hurriedly swallowed another treasure pill exuding vibrant life, synchronizing with his cultivation method; the horrific wound on his chest healed at a visible speed, the gray‑black ominous aura was fully dispelled, and his pallid complexion swiftly regained a rosy hue.

The vitality and regenerative power of the Dao Ancestor Realm are likewise astounding.

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen met each other's gaze, each seeing shock, gratitude, and an increasingly steadfast heart toward the Dao.

The two adjusted their robes, stepped forward a few paces, and solemnly bowed to Da Yu Lao and Seven Yu Elder, their voices sincere:

"Junior, I thank Da Yu Lao for saving my life! I also thank Seven Yu Elder for risking safety and shielding us! This grace is unforgettable!"

Da Yu Lao gave a slight nod, accepting the tribute; his sun‑like eyes swept over the two, seeing that despite their ordeal they were steady, bright, without fear or panic, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing.

His voice was calm yet carried undeniable authority:

"No problem. Since you are my Great Thousand Divine Universe Holy Sons, protecting you is within my duty. The petty scoundrels, mere clowns, have already been subdued."

He paused, looking at Seven Yu Elder, "Since all is settled, let's depart. Do not keep the Universe Lord waiting."

"Yes," Seven Yu Elder replied respectfully.

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen also nodded in agreement.

The four's surrounding Dao Rhythm swirled, ready to tear through Space and return to the Great Thousand Divine Universe.

However, at the instant they were about to depart—

"Hold on."

A vast, lofty, tranquil voice, seemingly infused with the cycles of birth and death of all heavens and ten thousand realms, the rhythm of eternal time and space, sounded softly without warning in the newly calm starry sky.

The voice was not booming, yet carried a strange magnetism, clearly reaching the depths of each present soul, as if resonating within the heart, yet seeming to originate from the boundless, lofty source of the Dao.

The four's bodies quivered slightly in unison, almost simultaneously halting all motion, then they turned sharply toward the source of the voice… the Void that Da Yu Lao's palm had smoothed, still retaining a faint warm aura.

The space there, like a lake struck by a stone, rippled with circles of profound, unfathomable patterns, as if formed by countless minute Tiandao runes. At the center of the ripple, a figure solidified from void, stepping forward slowly.

The newcomer was tall and majestic, as if capable of supporting an ancient universe.

He wore only a plain, dark robe without ornament, yet the garment seemed to have cut and condensed the endless starry sky, ages of change, and the laws of all heavens upon it; as he moved, faint images of Star River flowing, civilizations rising and falling, Tiandao's birth and death swirled in grandeur.

His features were indistinct, shrouded by a faint, ethereal light seemingly condensed from pure Dao and principle, preventing any glimpse of his true visage.

Only his eyes, containing endless profound wisdom and the wear of ten thousand calamities, looked calmly at everyone.

Where his gaze fell, it seemed able to pierce all illusion and reveal the essence of all things.

It was… the Great Thousand Divine Universe Master!

"May I have an audience with the Universe Lord!"

"I salute you, Lord!"

Da Yu Lao, Seven Yu Elder, Ye Wuque, and Feng Caichen, after a brief shock, immediately recovered, bowing together respectfully, their voices filled with awe and excitement.

Especially Da Yu Lao and Seven Yu Elder, who knew the Lord's stature; ordinary matters could never provoke his true form to descend.

His sudden appearance here today must herald earth‑shaking events!

Da Yu Lao, most puzzled, straightened and asked with confusion, "Lord, why did you… come in person?"

This was also Seven Yu Elder's question.

The Universe Lord's divine cultivation, famed across all heavens and realms, has long been transcendent, seated at the core of the Great Thousand Divine Universe, overlooking the changing winds.

What matter could require this ancient, all‑time great power to leave the Divine Universe and personally descend upon this remote starry sky where battle just occurred?

The Great Thousand Divine Universe Master did not answer immediately; his gaze, behind the indistinct visage, first swept over the unharmed Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, nodding slightly as if confirming something.

Immediately, his eyes seemed to pierce endless time and space, looking toward a distant, specific direction, a faint solemnity and an unalterable resolve flashing briefly.

He withdrew his gaze, turned his eyes again toward the four subordinates before him and the Holy Son; his voice remained calm, yet bore a supreme authority heavier than mountains and capable of fixing the heavens, and he spoke slowly, each word crystal‑clear in every ear:

"Great Thousand Divine Universe, it naturally must return."

He paused briefly, his tone suddenly deepened, like the clash of ancient cold iron, containing bone‑piercing murderous intent and an unquestionable iron‑blooded will:

"But before that…"

"Follow me, to Eternal Heaven…"

"Annihilate… Thunder Clan!"