Chapter 699: Battle! The Four Heavenly Dao Supremes!

Ye Wuque felt a tremor in his heart.

Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, that supreme being once famed across the heavens and later seemingly fallen on the No Return Path.

His Great Tomb was actually here.

At the entrance of the Great Tomb, two massive stone doors stood ajar, the interior black as ink, depth indistinguishable.

The breath leaking through the crack was a mix of ancient, decayed, and an indescribable oppressive pressure.

The two exchanged a glance and saw the same resolve in each other's eyes.

They stepped into the Great Tomb.

Inside, the tomb was far more expansive than its exterior suggested, corridors criss‑crossed like a maze.

The walls were inlaid with a luminous ore that emitted a faint cold glow, barely lighting the way.

The air was filled with a strange odor, like rotting bone mingled with stale metal.

They had not gone far before encountering the first wave of Dark Creatures.

Those creatures surged from the shadows of the passage, countless, packing the entire corridor.

Their forms varied: some twisted humanoids, some skeletal beasts, others mere writhing black shadows.

Yet they all shared one trait—dark aura coiled around them, and their eyes flashed with mad red light.

These Dark Creatures were not strong; most ranged between Immortal King realm and Dao Realm, posing no threat to Ye Wuque and Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor.

But their numbers were overwhelming, flooding like a tide, relentless and fearless of death.

Ye Wuque struck with a palm, a golden palm seal sweeping across, instantly turning tens of thousands of Dark Creatures to ash.

Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor swung a Dragon Claw, several golden flashes flashed, and again tens of thousands of Dark Creatures were sliced into fragments.

The two cleared the path, pressing deeper.

The deeper they went, the stronger the Dark Creatures they met.

From the initial Immortal realm, to later Dao Realm, and then Quasi‑Supreme level.

Yet no matter the level, the Dark Creatures could not stir any waves before Ye Wuque and Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor.

Until they reached the deepest part of the Great Tomb.

There stood a massive burial chamber, its vaulted ceiling soaring billions of zhang.

In the chamber's center was a stone platform bearing a gigantic coffin.

The coffin was dark‑golden, its endless ages past yet still exuding a heart‑pounding oppressive pressure.

Could this be the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ's coffin?

Ye Wuque stared at the coffin, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

The supreme being who once overlooked the Wan Gu Lun Hui, the peerless might who left countless legends across the Zhutian Wanjie, had finally fallen here…

At that moment, a sudden anomaly erupted.

Four terrifying auras burst from the four corners of the chamber, like four volcanoes dormant for eons erupting simultaneously.

The auras were cold, deadly silent, yet so powerful they suffocated.

Four figures emerged from the darkness, blocking Ye Wuque and Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor's path.

They were four Dark Creatures, but entirely different from those previously encountered.

The darkness aura on them was so dense it almost solidified; within the surrounding Darkness Mist, countless twisted faces could be seen wailing faintly.

Their aura unmistakably belonged to Heavenly Dao Supreme rank beings.

"A great power of the Dark Clan."

Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor said gravely, a hint of solemnity flashing in his golden dragon eyes, "They have been lying in wait."

The four Dark Supremes' gazes fell on Ye Wuque and Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor; their eyes held no killing intent, only an indifferent cold, as if looking at two corpses.

The leading Dark Supreme was the tallest, its surrounding Darkness Mist the densest.

He spoke, his voice hoarse and grating, like rusted iron grinding: "We have waited long. Finally, prey has come to the door."

Another Dark Supreme let out a low laugh, full of mockery and delight: "Two. One from the Dragon Clan, one from the Human. Perfect, one each."

The third Dark Supreme's gaze landed on Ye Wuque, as if assessing something.

"This Human… interesting. So young yet daring enough to step here, bold indeed."

The fourth Dark Supreme said nothing, merely raising his hand slowly, a thick wave of death energy spreading from his palm.

Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor snorted coldly, his golden dragon might booming, shaking the four dark auras into a slight pause.

"If you wish to keep us, see whether you have the skill."

Before the words finished, he struck first, turning into a streak of golden light, charging straight at one of the Dark Supremes.

That Dark Supreme sneered, advancing instead of retreating, and fought Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor to a stalemate.

Golden dragon light clashed with black death energy in the chamber, exploding with deafening roar.

The remaining three Dark Supremes fixed their gazes on Ye Wuque.

"Human youngster, meet your death."

The leading Dark Supreme bellowed, and the three attacked simultaneously.

Three jet‑black palm seals surged from three directions toward Ye Wuque, each bearing terrifying power enough to crush a Heavenly Dao Supreme.

Ye Wuque's eyes hardened; he advanced instead of retreating.

Golden Blood Qi erupted around him, a fist blasting forward, meeting the three palm seals head‑on.

The great battle erupted then.

Jiuxiao Dragon Emperor and that Dark Clan's Heavenly Dao Supreme fought each other in a tangled struggle.

Golden dragon light and jet‑black death energy collided fiercely in the chamber, each clash producing deafening thunder.

That Dark Supreme's tactics were extremely bizarre; the death energy swirling around him behaved like a living thing, sometimes turning into swords and spears, sometimes into chains and cages, ever‑changing.

Although the Nine Sky Dragon Emperor's Dragon Might was overwhelming and his True Dragon Emperor Technique was executed with consummate skill, he still could not overcome his opponent in a short time.

The battle on the other side, however, was completely different.

Ye Wuque single‑handedly fought three Heavenly Dao Supremes of the Dark Clan; not only did he not fall behind, he instead pressed all three down mercilessly.

His figure darted through the tomb chamber like lightning; his Golden Blood Qi blazed like the scorching sun, causing the surrounding Darkness Mist to steam and sizzle.

The three Dark Supremes joined forces to assault, unleashing endless bizarre tactics, yet they could never breach Ye Wuque's defenses.

One of the Dark Supremes transformed into a dense mass of Black Fog, attempting to envelop Ye Wuque.

Within that Black Fog lurked an extremely terrifying corrosive force, even the Tiandao was eroded into countless holes.

Ye Wuque let out a cold snort, then launched a punch; the Golden Fist sliced the Black Fog in two like a sharp sword, and with the lingering force of the punch he directly hurled that Dark Supreme away, smashing a massive stone pillar in the tomb.

Another Dark Supreme attacked from the side, conjuring in his hand a long blade as black as ink, its edge bearing countless wailing Wraiths.

He slashed down; where the blade light passed, the Tiandao was torn open with a long fissure.

Ye Wuque didn't even glance, instead thrust out a reverse palm; the Palm Seal, imbued with Space‑Time Power, instantly froze the blade light mid‑air, then the palm force erupted, repelling the blade light together with that Dark Supreme.

The third Dark Supreme was the most cunning, constantly skirting the outer edge of the battlefield, periodically firing strange beams of light in an attempt to disturb Ye Wuque.

Those beams were silent, yet they contained an extremely vile cursed force; once tainted, they clung like festering sores to the bone, extremely hard to purge.

Ye Wuque was brushed by those beams a few times, but he only frowned slightly; his Golden Blood Qi surged, and he completely incinerated the cursed force.