Chapter 557: The Terrifying Man

He lowered his head to glance at the snarling wound on his chest, feeling the Hell Death Qi corroding within, his brows slightly furrowed.

Immediately, the Undying Indestructible Divine King Art inside him roared to life, the pale‑gold Blood Qi surged like an Angry Dragon toward the wound, clashing fiercely with the Hell Death Qi, grinding it down.

At the same time, a flow of energy rich with Life Essence rose from deep within his body, nourishing the damaged flesh and soul.

His regenerative power was already astonishing, and with the aid of the Master Inheritance's Primordial support, the terrifying wound on his chest truly began to heal and close at a sight‑visible speed!

Though instant recovery was impossible, at least the injury was stabilized, its deterioration halted, and rapid restoration commenced.

A moment later, the wound ceased bleeding, a thin layer of pale‑gold scab formed on the surface, and most of the Hell Death Qi inside had been worn away.

Ye Wuque's complexion regained a hint of rosiness; his breath remained weak, but he was no longer in serious danger.

He exhaled a long puff of foul, blood‑scented vapour, his gaze sweeping over the thoroughly devastated Star Domain, especially the ancient star that was almost split in half.

"This place is not fit for a long stay," Ye Wuque thought, switched into a new black robe, hesitated no more, his form turning into a dim streak of light as he sped toward the direction of the Burial Sea of the Ten Thousand Beasts Archipelago.

Soon, he left this island world that bore the Master Inheritance and had endured a life‑and‑death battle, returning to the vast, star‑studded sea above the Ten Thousand Beasts Archipelago.

The waters of the Burial Sea remained dreadfully still, countless island worlds emitted bright or dim glows, hiding endless opportunities and perils.

In the distant starry sky, occasional streaks of light still darted—other beings exploring and vying.

Ye Wuque concealed his aura, blending into the endless torrent of explorers, heading deeper into the archipelago.

He needed to find an absolutely safe place to fully digest the Master Inheritance and heal the wounds and depletion left by his battle with the Hell Three-Headed Dog.

The thrilling contest for inheritance and life‑and‑death struggle had, for now, drawn to a pause.

Yet the waves of the Ten Thousand Beasts Archipelago were far from calming.

……

Meanwhile.

Far away from the battlefield of Ye Wuque and the Hell Three-Headed Dog, almost in another entirely different Star Domain sea of the Ten Thousand Beasts Archipelago, lay a medium‑sized island world whose interior energy was unusually active, as if it had just undergone a massive opportunity contest.

In the core region of this world, ancient ruins shattered by countless strong beings floated above, magma flowing, laws in chaos.

The fierce contest seemed just concluded, or rather, ended in an unexpected manner.

Scattered across the ruins lay or slumped many strong‑aura beings, each wounded, faces sallow, eyes still holding fear and resentment.

Their races varied—some humanoid, some beastly, some elemental; among them were even a few powerful presences radiating Immortal‑level wave patterns!

Moments earlier, a chaotic battle erupted here over the Origin Core left behind by a powerful Dao Realm beast that had fallen from the deepest part of the ruins.

The fighting was extremely fierce; many beings fell, and even more were gravely injured.

Yet now, that Origin Core that sparked the bloodshed and emitted tempting energy waves had vanished without a trace.

All survivors' gazes, filled with astonishment, horror, anger, and a hint of unmistakable fear, turned en masse toward the sky above the ruins, where a figure that had appeared and taken the Core, now preparing to depart leisurely, hovered.

He was a tall man clad in an immaculate Moon‑White Long Robe.

He faced away from all beings, his posture upright as a pine, his jet‑black long hair bound simply with a Jade Hairpin, revealing a gracefully contoured profile.

He emitted no overtly terrifying pressure; even his energy fluctuations were almost perfectly restrained.

Yet this seemingly ordinary figure exuded a profoundly mysterious Dao Rhythm, as if he were merged with the surrounding heavens and earth yet remained beyond them.

He stood there, plainly within everyone's sight, yet gave an illusion of unreality, untouchability, as if existing in another dimension.

It was he who, at the height of the chaotic battle when everyone's eyes were blood‑shot and focused on each other and the Core, slipped in like a phantom, then, as casually as strolling in his own backyard, entered the battlefield's core, and under countless shocked, bewildered gazes, effortlessly took the floating Origin Core from the energy vortex, and turned to leave.

The whole process flowed like clouds and water, swift as lightning, yet carried an air of inevitability, treating the surrounding strong beings as nothing with composure and indifference.

Until he turned to depart, only then did some quick‑witted, powerful beings snap out of their astonishment.

"How dare you! Who are you?! How dare you snatch the Core we fought to death for!"

A Flame Demon, its back sprouting fiery wings, aura reaching the Half‑Decay Realm Nine Layers Peak, just a step away from true Immortal, roared in anger, its surrounding flames nearly collapsing the Void!

"Stand still! Leave the Core! I'll leave you whole! Otherwise… I'll annihilate your soul!"

Another figure, its body forged of black metal, wielding a Great Axe, radiating Early Immortal vibrations, spoke with a voice as cold as ancient iron; the Great Axe rose, its terrifying sharpness locking onto the white‑robed man's back.

"Damned dogs! Playing tricks, right? Brothers! All in! Slaughter him! Split the Core!"

More awakened beings let out roars, murderous intent surging in their eyes!

They fought to the death, countless casualties; how could they tolerate someone so easily plucking the fruit?

In an instant, over twenty beings of at least Half‑Immortal Realm Peak strength, including several Immortal presences, erupted simultaneously!

They ceased fighting each other and poured all their rage and murderous intent onto the audacious white‑robed man who dared to be the yellow bird!

Boom—Boom—Boom—!!!

Dozens of attacks, varying in strength but all brimming with fury and murderous intent, surged like a breached Star River from all directions, bombarding the white‑robed man's silhouette without a single blind spot!

The assaults spanned fire, ice, Lei Dian, metal, poison, soul shock and other attributes, their magnitude enough to flatten an ancient massive Star Domain!

The white‑robed man instantly became the target of all arrows!

Yet, facing this terrifying siege that could even put an Immortal Mid Stage on high alert or cause severe injury, the white‑robed man seemed utterly unfazed, not even pausing a step.

He merely… tilted his head slightly, as if mildly irritated by the clamor and energy fluctuations behind him.

Then, still with his back to the crowd, he casually, nonchalantly brushed backward with one hand.

Indeed, a brush—as if dust were being brushed off his shoulder, or annoying mosquitoes being shooed away.

The palm was pale, five fingers long, appearing utterly without strength.

Yet at the instant his palm brushed—

"Buzz—!"

An indescribable, profound, unfathomable force, seemingly containing a supreme Dao Principle rhythm, spread silently from his palm outward.