Chapter 602: Other Shore! Massive Offensive!

At the same time.

On the other side.

The endless, boundless Bian Huang.

Here is the front line where the Nine Heavens Ten Lands confront the Other Shore World, the battlefield of countless campaigns and slaughter, a land of death piled with blood and white bones.

At this moment, a majestic figure, accompanied by the Four Great War Generals, silently descended here.

It is Ye Zhengrong!

They are very low‑key and did not alarm the other great figures stationed in the Border Pass World.

Otherwise, it would certainly cause a sensation.

After all, Ye Zhengrong's status and importance in the Bian Huang are self‑evident.

Over these years, he has accomplished monumental deeds in the Bian Huang, known by all.

He led the Bian Huang troops to repeatedly repel the Other Shore Army's assaults, slaying the Other Shore Beings and striking terror into them, corpses littering the fields!

His name is a taboo in the Other Shore World.

And at this moment, this legendary figure of the Bian Huang quietly returns.

The five descend onto an unassuming yet ancient and lofty star.

This star, deep within the Bian Huang, is inconspicuous yet exudes a calm and weighty aura.

Upon the star, mountains rise and fall, rivers meander, vegetation thrives, presenting a scene of tranquil harmony.

Here is the place where Ye Zhengrong has long held his post.

At the highest point of the star, a serene and elegant pavilion sits atop the mountain peak.

The pavilion is small, yet arranged in a simple and graceful style.

Inside the pavilion there is a stone table, a few stone stools, a pot of clear tea on the table, and several teacups.

Outside the pavilion, clouds and mist swirl, a gentle breeze drifts, like a paradise beyond the world.

Who could have thought that the legendary figure who shook the Bian Huang and terrified the Other Shore would reside in such a tranquil place?

Ye Zhengrong steps into the pavilion, sits on a stone stool, his expression calm and composed.

Huangfu Huang stands respectfully beside him.

Battle Saint Emperor, War Mad Song, and Ba Shen Zhenyi, the three of them, obey Ye Zhengrong's orders and each head to guard different crucial Border Pass Worlds.

Inside the pavilion, only Ye Zhengrong and Huangfu Huang remain.

A gentle breeze drifts, and the tea fragrance wafts.

Ye Zhengrong lifts his teacup, gently takes a sip, his expression leisurely.

Huangfu Huang slightly bows and begins to report the recent situation in the Bian Huang.

"My lord..."

He speaks slowly, his voice hoarse and respectful:

"These days, for some reason the Other Shore has become quiet. The previously frequent attacks have decreased considerably."

He pauses, his brows slightly furrowing:

"Earlier, the young master slew the Other Shore's beloved pest Ye Junlin; logically, the Other Shore should have become even more frantic..."

"Yet they have instead become silent."

He enumerates one by one:

"The dominant forces of the Other Shore—Night Clan, Blood Clan, Ghost Clan, Corpse Clan, Nether Clan... have made no major moves lately, only occasional small‑scale harassment, as if... testing?"

He lifts his head, looks at Ye Zhengrong, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes:

"My lord, I suspect... the Other Shore may be plotting something?"

Ye Zhengrong listens quietly, his expression unchanged.

He puts down the teacup and slowly opens his eyes.

Those eyes, deep as an ancient starry abyss, seemed to contain the flow of countless ages.

He gazes into the distance, toward the direction of the Other Shore World, his pupils flickering faintly.

A moment later, his expression suddenly grows a shade more solemn.

He speaks slowly, his voice calm yet imbued with deep insight and foresight:

"It seems..."

"In not long, a cataclysmic battle will erupt."

Huangfu Huang's expression hardens at the words!

"My lord's meaning is..."

Ye Zhengrong stands, hands behind his back, looks into the distance, and says slowly:

"The Other Shore's silence is not retreat, but... gathering strength."

"What they lost is not only Ye Junlin, but also their dignity and face."

"Given the temperaments of those dominant forces of the Other Shore, how could they simply give up?"

He pauses, his gaze becoming even deeper:

"Moreover..."

He does not continue, but Huangfu Huang already understands.

Moreover, the Ultimate Decisive Battle will commence, and Darkness approaches.

The Other Shore World, as the long‑standing foe confronting the Nine Heavens Ten Lands for endless ages, will inevitably take action.

They will not be content to become supporting characters in the final decisive battle.

"Keep a close watch."

Ye Zhengrong said lightly:

"Especially those Nine Supreme Heavenly Passes, they must be given special focus."

Huangfu Huang nodded gravely:

"Yes, my lord."

……

Ye Zhengrong's prediction was extremely accurate.

Only ten years later—

Other Shore World suddenly launched a massive attack!

On that day, the eternally dim sky of Border Wilderness World suddenly grew even gloomier!

The endless Void began to tremble violently!

Terrifying Space fissures spread and tore madly at the border between Border Wilderness World and Other Shore World!

From those fissures—

an endless Black Flood surged out!

That was the army of the Other Shore!

Boundless and vast, like a breached dam, it surged wildly toward the Border Pass of Nine Heavens Ten Lands!