Chapter 698: The Great Tomb of the Chaos Dragon Lord?

Dark Main Path, truly deserving of being called the Apocalypse-level Main Road of the Absolute Forbidden Land.

Even with Ye Wuque's and the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor's current strength, walking through it still allows one to feel hidden dangers everywhere.

The darkness is not the ordinary kind, but a dense, almost material presence, like solidified ink, also like a sleeping abyss.

It envelops everything, devours everything, and even a Dark Cultivator's Divine Sense entering it feels an inexplicable sluggishness and heaviness.

Ye Wuque spreads his Divine Sense, only to find the perceivable range compressed to the extreme, as if an invisible force is pressing upon him.

The two move forward slowly, neither daring to be careless.

In some darkness lurk Peerless Killing Formations that originated before the ages.

Those formations are already incomplete, the patterns eroded and blurred by time, yet the remaining power remains terrifying.

Ye Wuque once inadvertently triggered one; in an instant, countless ink‑black sword lights surged from all directions, each containing power enough to slay an Ordinary Supreme.

He acted in time, the Golden Fist sweeping out, shattering all those sword lights, yet the chilling killing intent when the formation erupted still gave his heart a slight chill.

In some places, even more terrifying and unfathomable Heaven Dao Vortices lurk.

Those vortices rotate silently, devouring everything around.

Ye Wuque personally witnessed a massive Star Remains floating in the Void being drawn in; the Star Remains was half a Star Domain in size, yet the moment it touched the vortex edge it was ground to dust, without a single sound.

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor whispered to him that even a Heavenly Dao Supreme dares not approach such a vortex lightly; once drawn in, even an immortal must shed a layer of skin.

Along the way, various shattered Tiandao fragments, broken Law remnants, fractured Space‑Time River tributaries, and even remnants of Heaven Dao Will can be seen.

Those remnants emit a heart‑pounding oppressive pressure; even after countless dead years, the lingering aura still warps the surrounding Void.

"A terrible great battle once took place here," the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor said, gazing at the shattered Void ahead, his voice low.

Ye Wuque silently nodded.

He can see, in the surrounding Void, an undying will suffused with despair and sorrow drifting about.

Those wills have long lost self‑awareness, leaving only obsession driving them to drift aimlessly.

Some take human shape, some resemble huge beasts, some are merely a vague Guangying, yet all exude the same intense mournful aura.

They scream silently, roar silently, and the horrific scene makes one unwilling to look.

"These are the sages who met a tragic death on the No Return Path."

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor sighed, a complex expression flashing in his golden dragon eyes, "Step onto this place, and there is no way back."

Ye Wuque gazes at those drifting heroic souls, a hard‑to‑describe emotion welling up inside.

These sages were once storm‑ruling presences, having stood atop the Zhutian Wanjie peak, overlooking all beings.

They took the No Return Path to guard the world behind them, to combat the endless Darkness.

But in the end, they remain here forever, transformed into drifting heroic souls, even rest becoming a luxury.

"Let's go," the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor stepped forward first, "All we can do is keep moving forward."

Ye Wuque nodded, matching his steps.

In the darkness ahead lie endless traps, world‑shaking killing intent, and dead heroic souls.

Yet their steps show no hesitation.

This No Return Main Path is vast and towering, endless.

No one knows what lies at its end, or where exactly it is.

It resembles a Heavenly Moat spanning across the Zhutian Wanjie, separating Light from Darkness, yet also linking Life and Death.

In a sense, this No Return Main Path can be seen as a super‑large, infinitely high‑level plane, utterly surpassing the Nine Heavens Ten Lands and all Great Thousand-level Universes.

Its very existence is a mystery, and its origin is even unknown.

Legends say it is a relic of the previous Epoch's great war, others claim it is an ancient passage existing since the dawn of Heaven and Earth, yet no one can verify these conjectures.

In this Main Path region, any tiny fragment, even a negligible point, constitutes a vast world no smaller than the Nine Heavens Ten Lands.

And any short segment of the No Return Main Path has a mass equivalent to countless Great Thousand-level Universes stacked together.

This shows the magnitude of its vastness.

Nevertheless, for Ye Wuque and the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor, their speed remains great.

Their cultivation far exceeds ordinary people; even on this Dark Main Path shrouded in Darkness, they can still maintain extremely fast progress.

Unwittingly, they have already covered a considerable distance.

At this moment, the place they stand is no longer a simple road in the literal sense.

Or rather, the entire No Return Path is not a simple road.

This is a Chaos Star River shrouded by the endless pure and Dead Silence Dark Origin.

The most primordial Chaotic Origin and Tiandao laws have been completely polluted by Darkness, turning into the Dark Chaos Star River.

Looking far, one can see endless Dark Stars rotating slowly in the Void, emitting a cold, eerie glow.

Those stars are no longer normal; their essence has been eroded by Darkness, their surfaces coated with a thick layer of black substance, exuding an unsettling aura.

The Dark Sun and Moon hang high; the Sun Wheel is pitch‑black, the Moon Wheel likewise, and their projected light not only fails to illuminate the path ahead but makes the surrounding Darkness even denser.

The Dark Lake and rivers flow silently in the Void, their surfaces like ink, occasionally rippling, yet no water sound is heard.

Everything is permeated with Darkness.

The aura is ubiquitous, penetrating every pore, attempting to corrupt every living being that steps here.

Golden Blood Qi around Ye Wuque circulates faintly, keeping the approaching Darkness at bay.

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor also bears a faint golden aura, the Protective Dragon Might inherent to the Golden Emperor Dragon Bloodline.

The two continue forward in the Darkness, time passing unnoticeably.

Suddenly ahead appears a massive shadow, its outline vague, resembling a colossal entity spanning the Void.

As they draw nearer, the shadow's shape becomes clearer, and Ye Wuque finally discerns what it is.

It is a Great Tomb.

A Great Tomb so massive it defies imagination.

The Great Tomb is constructed entirely of a gray‑black stone, its surface scarred by the marks of time.

Carved on the tomb walls are countless ancient motifs: scenes of Human ancestors battling ferocious beasts, rituals of Primordial Era Dark Cultivators offering prayers to the heavens, and countless images of living beings gazing up at the sky.

The carving style is extremely primitive, with bold lines that nonetheless contain an indescribable divine charm, instantly revealing they were made by a long‑lost ancient civilization.

"This is…"

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor halted, his golden dragon eyes fixed on the Great Tomb, his expression growing solemn.

Ye Wuque also sensed that the aura of this Great Tomb differed from any he had encountered before.

That aura was ancient and vast, as if it had accumulated the vicissitudes of endless ages, yet also seemed to harbor a will of lingering resentment.

"Chaos Dragon Lord." the Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor slowly uttered the four words, his voice carrying a hint of respect.