Chapter 583: Re‑Encountering Feng Caichen

Ye Wuque had seen them before.

Now, seeing them with his own eyes, the feeling is more immediate, more shocking—

There is a gray big tomb, its mound as massive as a mountain, exuding a cold, Dead Silence aura.

In front of the tomb there is no headstone, but through the gray mist one can faintly see within the mound a terrifying creature with six heads.

Its six heads, though already dead, still emit a terrifying pressure that could make a Dao Ancestor shudder!

There is an even more towering Jinse Dafen, its whole body seeming forged from gold, radiating an unparalleled noble light.

It is clearly Ao Kun Zhi Mu, the tomb of the great Golden Emperor Dragon King Ao Kun.

Ye Wuque stopped before this Jinse Dafen.

He gazed at the tomb, a hint of complexity flashing in his Dark Eye.

Back then, within this Jinse Dafen, he obtained the complete True Dragon Emperor Technique and a segment of True Dragon Bone that belonged to Ao Kun!

The True Dragon Emperor Technique became one of his key trump cards in his campaigns across the Zhutian.

And that segment of True Dragon Bone, at a crucial moment, helped him gain the recognition of the Treading Fate Imperial Qilin's "Fate Master", granting him the supreme inheritance!

It can be said that, though he has never met Ao Kun, there is a deep Causality between them.

Ye Wuque fell silent for a moment, then, before the Jinse Dafen, he solemnly and slightly bowed his hand.

"Senior Ao Kun."

"Thank you."

He said softly, his voice light yet filled with sincere gratitude.

Then he withdrew his gaze, no longer lingering, and continued onward.

……

This No Return Path stretches endlessly.

Ye Wuque does not know how long he has been walking.

In this realm of eternal Darkness and Dead Silence, Time seems to have lost its meaning.

He can only rely on the circulation of Qi and blood within his body to roughly sense the passage of time—perhaps a year, perhaps two, perhaps longer.

But the terrifying part is—

Up to now, he has not encountered a single living being!

Only endless death, Dead Silence, Darkness and despair!

It seems that along the entire No Return Path, only he remains!

Ye Wuque's resolve is steadfast, yet in this prolonged solitude, he cannot help but feel a slight heaviness.

He has recalled those familiar faces countless times—Feng Caichen, Qiubai, Xu Tianfeng, Ye Beichen, Ziyang Shen, Changli Weiyang… where are they now?

Have they also set foot on the No Return Path? Are they still alive?

No one can answer him.

Only endless Darkness, and boundless Dead Silence.

……

He does not know how long has passed.

Probably after five years.

On this day, Ye Wuque was moving through an area shrouded in dense Black Fog—

Suddenly!

"Boom—!!!"

In the distance, a sudden earth‑shattering roar erupted!

Within that roar lay an extremely terrifying clash of laws and a cataclysmic energy explosion!

The entire Void trembled, even the ever‑persistent Black Fog was torn open by the shockwave, leaving a massive fissure!

Ye Wuque's Dark Eye hardened, instantly locking onto that direction!

Someone is fighting!

Moreover— the level of that battle has absolutely reached the pinnacle of the Dao Ancestor Realm!

He did not hesitate, his form shifting as he raced toward that direction!

Piercing through layer upon layer of Black Fog, crossing the endless Void—

He finally saw!

It was a sword light that dazzled the world, unrivaled and invincible!

The blade's light, pure white as snow, brilliant as stars, yet so fierce it seemed able to cut through everything—cutting Causality, cutting Fate, cutting space‑time, cutting life and death!

Where the sword light passed, the endless Darkness was torn apart, the pervasive Black Fog instantly vaporized, even the eternal Dead Silence was shattered by the invincible sword intent within the light!

Within the sword light was a figure in white garments, brighter than snow!

The figure was tall and upright, drifting ethereally.

A single white robe, in this endless Darkness, was like the sole beacon of light.

He wielded a long sword; wherever its tip pointed, all laws shattered, all evils fled!

That familiar back view, that familiar sword intent, that familiar… Feng Caichen!

A flash of excitement suddenly flickered in Ye Wuque's Dark Eye!

"Lao Feng…!"

It is Feng Caichen!

At this moment, Feng Caichen is locked in a fierce battle with a terrifying, ominous great being at the pinnacle of the Dao Ancestor Realm!

That ominous great being, its form massive as a Star Domain, is enveloped by an intensely dense, bizarre aura.

His face twisted grotesquely, exuding endless madness and murderous intent; every strike was a terrifying killing technique that could slay an ordinary Dao Ancestor!

But Feng Caichen's sword, faster!

More precise!

More ruthless!

Those dazzling sword flashes, like celestial beings soaring from the heavens and like divine punishment descending, struck the ominous great being again and again, leaving wounds deep enough to see the bones!

Ye Wuque looked at the figure in white, and a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It was a smile that was heartfelt, sincere, and warm.

He had been traveling on the No Return Path for an unknown length of time, and finally—

he encountered an old acquaintance!

Ye Wuque did not immediately act to help.

Because he could see that, although Feng Caichen faced a strong opponent, he had not been outmatched.

His sword remained steady, remained sharp, remained invincible.

All he needed was to stand here quietly, holding the line for this old friend.

And that ominous great being, under Feng Caichen's sword, was already certain to be defeated.

"It's been over a hundred years…"

Ye Wuque whispered softly to himself, his eyes flashing with a rare light:

"Lao Feng, you are still the same Lao Feng."