Chapter 590: Death Crisis

Time seemed stretched infinitely.

But in the real world, this all occurs in only one in a hundred millionth of a moment!

That world‑obscuring, star‑sea crushing, apocalyptic Darkness claw has already descended over Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen!

Before the claw arrives, the terrifying pressure has already frozen the Void surrounding the two of them!

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen's attempt to flee abruptly halted of its own accord!

It's not that they don't want to escape.

It's that they simply cannot escape!

They feel that everything about them—Flesh, spirit, Dao Rule, fate trajectory, even Karmic Reincarnation—seems completely locked and controlled by this pressure!

As if they are no longer masters of themselves!

Life and death are no longer in their own hands!

This feeling is terrifying!

It is so terrifying that even Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, who have long been accustomed to life and death and countless bloody battles, cannot help but feel a flash of horror in their hearts!

At this moment, they possess combat power at the peak of the Dao Ancestor Realm!

Across the Zhutian Wanjie, aside from the truly supreme beings, they are already hard to match!

Yet before this massive claw, they can scarcely even think of resistance, forced to watch like lambs awaiting slaughter as the apocalyptic strike descends!

This is Yongheng Anzu!

This is the Extinction Sequence!

This is the true ultimate terror that makes the Zhutian Wanjie shudder!

……

In the distance.

The three Ye Shizu, locked in battle with the Three Ominous Supremes, also sensed Yongheng Anzu's renewed strike!

They suddenly turned pale, their eyes filled with incredulous horror!

"It's Yongheng Anzu! He has struck again!"

"Impossible! This kind of being... could they be launching the Ultimate Battle at this moment?!"

Jiang Tianyan's voice turned sharp with shock and fear:

"He's about to personally strike down Wuque and Cai Chen! Quickly! Stop him!"

Ye Shizu went berserk!

He tried to rush forward at any cost, using his own body to block that claw!

Even if it means death and the Dao vanishing, he is willing!

However—

He cannot get through!

Those Three Ominous Supremes had already blocked their path!

They clung tightly to the three Ye Shizu, giving them no chance to rescue!

"Hehe, the future seed of the Zhutian Wanjie, today it will die…"

One Ominous Supreme uttered a cold, indifferent whisper, his eyes full of cruel delight:

"This feeling is truly wonderful…"

Another Ominous Supreme sneered likewise:

"Destined to die, this outcome was predetermined, merely a matter of Time."

The third Ominous Supreme fixed his gaze on Ye Wuque, his voice cold:

"Great Dragon Halberd Inheritor... hasn't fully risen yet, and must fall again…"

"Hehe, wonderful…"

Their words, like the hiss of a venomous snake, pierced the ears of the three Ye Shizu, making their eyes bulge, yet they were helpless!

Blade Ancestor Geshu Wuyou and Kun Ancestor Kunxu Cai were likewise tightly entangled by their opponents, unable to break free!

They could only watch, watching the apocalyptic giant claw snap down on Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen!

"No—!!!"

Ye Shizu let out a desperate roar, the Supreme Heavenly Dao Force erupted wildly, trying to break through the Ominous Supreme's seal!

But the three Ominous Supremes also struck with full force, giving him no chance at all!

Rumble—!!!

The giant claw has already descended!

……

Under the giant claw.

Ye Wuque and Feng Caichen, like two ants nailed in amber, could not move!

The pressure emitted by that apocalyptic giant claw has already begun cracking their Flesh!

Golden blood seeped from Ye Wuque's body, and Feng Caichen's white robe was stained red with blood!

Death has never been so close!

At this hair‑splitting moment—

Behind Feng Caichen, a figure suddenly emerged from the Void!

It was a wildly mad old man.

His hair was grizzled and tangled, hanging like a clump of withered grass.

His face was carved with the ravines of time, each wrinkle seeming to hold endless stories.

A pair of eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and his mouth muttered something, as if immersed in his own world, completely unaware of everything around him.

He appeared out of nowhere, as if he had always been there, only unnoticed until now.

He stood there in a frantic frenzy, hunched over, his frail body seeming like a gust of wind could topple it.

Yet this frantic Dark Shadow, at the instant the world‑ending giant claw descended—

He resolutely stepped forward!

He cast a glance at Feng Caichen.

In those cloudy eyes, at this moment, a flash of clarity suddenly appeared.

That sliver of clarity was like a candle flame in Darkness, faint yet unwavering.

It was the clarity belonging to the Wind Clan forefather!

It was the clarity of the supreme Sword Dao!

It was the clarity of protecting the juniors!

That glance contained so much—

Love for the juniors, attachment to the clan, helplessness toward Fate, and also calmness toward death.

Then—

He hesitated not a moment, leapt skyward toward the world‑ending giant claw that fell from the heavens!

He would use his broken body to block that fatal blow!

Even if only for an instant!

Even if it only bought Feng Caichen and the others a sliver of breathing room!

He would gladly accept it!

"Ancestor—!!!"

Feng Caichen's usually calm, placid voice suddenly turned harsh and hoarse at this moment!

His perpetually calm, composed eyes suddenly flushed, the sockets nearly bursting!

He recognized that Dark Shadow!

It was the Wind Clan's only survivor besides him!

It was the frantic Wind Clan forefather he had met not long ago—Feng Qingyang!

He only knew that this forefather was madly unhinged, yet his power was unfathomable, able to roam the No Return Path at will, and his Sword Dao had reached an unimaginable level.

But he would never allow this forefather to do so!

He knew that although the forefather was powerful, when faced with the Yongheng Anzu's world‑ending strike, he was still no different from an ant!

It was certain death!

It was to be reduced to ash and smoke!

"Don't—!!!"

Feng Caichen roared hoarsely, desperately trying to break free of the restraint, lunging forward to stop Feng Qingyang!

But he could not break free!

The pressure of the Yongheng Anzu was like an immovable Divine Mountain, crushing him completely!

He could only watch, watching that frantic Dark Shadow like a moth flying into flame, charging toward the world‑ending Darkness giant claw!

Tears slipped from Feng Caichen's eyes.

……

Not far away, the Nine Heavens Supremes locked in fierce battle also witnessed the scene.

A flash of unwillingness passed through Ye Shizu's eyes.

Jiang Tianyan closed his eyes, unable to watch any longer.

A deep sorrow surfaced on Tianling Laozu's handsome face.

Blade Ancestor Geshu Wuyou gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Kun Ancestor Kunxu Cai looked up to the heavens and sighed, his eyes full of helplessness.

They all knew who that Dark Shadow was.

Feng Qingyang— the Wind Clan's last Ancestor, once a Heavenly Pride of his generation, his Sword Dao divine, his might shaking the Nine Heavens.

But in that battle, he watched the entire Wind Clan wiped out, could not bear the massive blow, and ever since has gone mad, wandering the No Return Path, lost to time.

No one expected that, at this moment, he would step forward.

With his frantic body, he would block the Yongheng Anzu's world‑ending strike!

And the Three Ominous Supremes, upon seeing this, let out a mocking sneer:

"Hehe… it's the madman Feng Qingyang…"

"In that battle back then, he hadn't died yet?"

"Mad as he is, though we don't know why his Sword Dao has advanced a lot… but before the great Yongheng Anzu, he's merely an ant!"

"Stubborn and useless, deserving of destruction!"

Amid the sneering, the world‑ending giant claw already descended!

Under the claw, Feng Qingyang's frail figure seemed so tiny, so insignificant.

But he did not retreat.

He didn't even look back.

He simply raised his hand—

In his hand, at some unknown moment, a sword had appeared.

The sword was rust‑stained and shattered, as if it could break at any moment.

But the moment he grasped that sword—

A terrifying sword intent that made heaven and earth lose their hue explosively burst from his body!

That sword intent surpassed the ordinary Heavenly Dao Supreme!

It was, astonishingly, a sliver of terrifying sword intent that was about to reach the Supreme Boundless Great Perfection!

That was, for Feng Qingyang over these endless years, the only thing he never abandoned amid madness, but instead refined further—

the sword!

"Wind Clan… Feng Qingyang!"

He let out a long howl, a sound no longer mad, no longer muddied, but clear and resonant, echoing through the heavens!

That was the moment he became lucid!

That was the final lucidity he bought with his life!

The sword's light surged!

On the rusted sword, a brilliance erupted suddenly to its utmost!

That radiance illuminated the entire No Return Path!

That radiance tore through the endless Darkness!

That radiance transformed into a sword rainbow that pierced heaven and earth, boldly slashing toward the world‑ending giant claw!

Boom—!!!

The sword rainbow collided with the giant claw!

Then—

The sword rainbow shattered.

Like crystal striking a mountain, like a moth flying into flame.

That sword rainbow, which could move a Celestial Venerable, held only an instant before Yongheng Anzu's world‑ending giant claw, then explosively shattered!

It turned into countless light specks, dissipating into the Void!

Feng Qingyang's body was swept by the aftershock of the giant claw—

"Puff—!"

He coughed up blood in large gulps; his already frail body was now even more shattered, covered with countless dense cracks!

But he did not fall!

He still stood in front of Feng Caichen!

He turned his head and gave Feng Caichen one last look.

In that glance were compassion, reluctance, pride, and satisfaction.

That glance seemed to say—

"Child, live on."

Then—

The world‑ending giant claw fell completely!

Boom—!!!