Chapter 663: Returning to the Heavenly Sacred Dao

Ye Wuque, Feng Caichen, and Fu Bo stood side by side, turning into three streaks of light that sped toward the distant Forbidden Starry Sky.

The Forbidden Starry Sky is the stronghold of the Forbidden Law.

Between it and the Zhutian Wanjie lies a dimensional barrier beyond imagination.

It is a barrier of Causality, a barrier of time and space, a barrier of law.

If one's strength is insufficient, one cannot return from Nine Heavens Ten Lands to the Forbidden Starry Sky at all.

That is why Ye Wuque had never been able to return to the Forbidden Starry Sky before.

Those layered Causality shields, that tangled Time‑Space Turbulence, those chaotic, raging law fragments—

They are enough to cause any existence below the Dao Realm to become instantly lost and fall.

But—

For the present Ye Wuque, he naturally already has the qualification to return to the Forbidden Starry Sky.

The three traversed the endless Void.

Around them swirled violent Time‑Space Turbulence, tangled Causality threads, and shattered law fragments.

Yet Ye Wuque's whole body surged with Golden Blood Qi, sealing all those dangers outside.

Feng Caichen, clad in white brighter than snow, with sword intent surrounding him, was likewise unaffected.

Although Fu Bo's cultivation was not as high as the two, he himself possessed the peak strength of a Dao Ancestor, and was naturally unharmed.

"Back then…"

Fu Bo sighed, his aged face full of reminiscence and emotion:

"The old servant led the Young Master from Nine Heavens Ten Lands to the Forbidden Starry Sky, pursued all the way; it was truly nine deaths to one life."

"Now…"

He looked at the young figure in the fluttering black robe ahead, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride:

"The Young Master can now travel back and forth with ease."

Ye Wuque gave a faint smile:

"Fu Bo, had you not risked your life to protect me back then, I would have already met my end in the Yellow Springs."

"I will forever cherish this gratitude in my heart."

Fu Bo waved his hand and laughed:

"The Young Master speaks too highly; it is merely my duty as an old servant."

……

Unaware of how long had passed—

Ahead, a boundless, vast starry sky unfolded.

The sky glittered dazzlingly, with the Star River crisscrossing.

It was—

the Forbidden Starry Sky!

……

After successfully returning to the Forbidden Starry Sky.

There was no delay at all.

Ye Wuque and Fu Bo immediately headed toward the Heavenly Sacred Dao.

Feng Caichen, however, went toward his original sect—the Hidden Sword Tomb.

The three went their separate ways, each to fulfill their own wish.

……

Heavenly Sacred Dao.

The present Heavenly Sacred Dao is countless times more prosperous than it was a few hundred years ago.

When Ye Wuque left back then, the Heavenly Sacred Dao was also flourishing, yet within the entire Canglan Realm it remained an unremarkable presence.

Now—

It has now become the foremost sect within the whole Canglan Realm!

Its name shakes the world!

Because of Ye Wuque's earlier deeds, countless beings across the world now regard this place as the supreme cultivation sanctuary!

Every day countless seekers arrive from all directions, wishing to join the Heavenly Sacred Dao.

Every day countless pilgrims bow devoutly outside the sect's mountain gate.

The towering gate, the endless palaces, the soaring aura—

All of them display the sect's grandeur and brilliance.

……

At this moment.

In a quiet, elegant Great Hall.

Two graceful figures sat opposite each other, leisurely sipping tea and chatting.

The one on the left wore a teal long dress, with a gentle temperament and a faint trace of melancholy in her brows.

It was Gu Qingchen.

The one on the right wore a red long dress, radiant in demeanor, with flirtatious charm at the corners of her eyes and brows.

It was Chu Linglong.

Hundreds of years had left no trace upon their faces.

Instead, it made them even more mature and enchanting.

I don't even know what became of Wuque after he went to that Tianwaitian…

Gu Qingchen let out a soft sigh, his voice full of longing and worry:

"It's been centuries, and there's been no word."

Chu Linglong also set down her teacup, and the same expression appeared on her bright face:

"Indeed, centuries have passed, and there's not a single piece of news."

She paused, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes:

"I also don't know… whether there's any news about him…"

Upon hearing that, Gu Qingchen's face also showed a trace of shy hope.

The "him" spoken of by the two of them, of course, refers to the same person—

Fu Bo.

Huangfu Huang.

the man who has haunted their thoughts and lingered in their memories.

…

Just then—

In the Great Hall, a Dark Shadow suddenly appeared!

The figure wore a fluttering black robe, black hair draped over the shoulders, a handsome face, and an ethereal bearing.

It was Ye Wuque!

Gu Qingchen and Chu Linglong were both stunned.

They thought they had misread, rubbing their eyes.

Then—

Their faces turned to disbelief and ecstatic joy!

"Wu… Wuque?!"

Gu Qingchen's voice trembled as he said, his tone shaking:

"Is it really you?!"

Chu Linglong even sprang up at once, hurrying toward Ye Wuque:

"Wuque! You're back! It's really you!"

"How wonderful!"

The two stepped forward quickly, one on each side, grabbing Ye Wuque's hands and examining him from head to toe.

Tears welled in Gu Qingchen's eyes, and his gentle face was full of affection and concern:

"Let Aunt Chen have a good look…"

"You've become thinner… and more mature…"

Chu Linglong's eyes were also reddened, as she took Ye Wuque's other hand:

"Wuque, how have you been these centuries?"

"Tell Aunt Linglong…"

A warm feeling rose in Ye Wuque's heart.

Although they were not his relatives, they treated him as their own.

He bowed respectfully, his voice sincere:

"Wuque, I have met Aunt Chen, Aunt Linglong."

"These centuries I have been fine; sorry to have caused your worries."

…

After some small talk, Gu Qingchen finally asked the question that had weighed on his heart for centuries.

She looked at Ye Wuque, her eyes full of anticipation and nervousness:

"Wuque, you've been in Tianwaitian all these years…"

"Do you have any news about him?"

At that moment—

Chu Linglong's hopeful gaze also turned toward Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque looked at their expectant eyes and let out a slight sigh.

These two truly held deep affection for Fu Bo.

He gave a faint smile, a hint of mystery in it:

"Hehe…"

"Aunt Chen, Aunt Linglong, take a look—"

"Who is this?"

Before the words finished—

Behind Ye Wuque, a towering figure slowly stepped forward.

Clad in a plain long robe, with a resolute face and deep eyes.

Though bearing a hint of wear, it only added to his mature charm.

It was—

Fu Bo!

…

Gu Qingchen and Chu Linglong both jolted at once!