Chapter 700: Battle! Supreme Boundless Great Perfection!

"This is impossible!" the Dark Supreme who wielded a curse shouted, "My curse even the Heavenly Dao Supreme finds hard to resist; how could you dissolve it so easily?"

Ye Wuque gave no reply.

He had long seen that these Dark Clan's Heavenly Dao Supremes, though not low in realm, were mostly forced together by Dark Origin, their foundations hollow, incomparable to the Heavenly Roc Ancestor he had previously encountered.

Against such opponents, he need not even exert his full strength.

The three Dark Supremes grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

They had thought that three of them teaming up to capture a young Human would be a piece of cake, but they did not expect to be pressed down by the opponent instead.

The young Human's Blood Qi was supremely yang and firm, as if born to restrain those Dark Creatures; with each clash, their Dark Void was largely melted away by that Golden Blood Qi.

"This person is strange, cannot be matched!" the leading Dark Supreme said gravely, "Use that move."

The other two, upon hearing this, showed a hint of hesitation on their faces, but ultimately gritted their teeth and nodded.

The three simultaneously stepped back, forming a triangle that enclosed Ye Wuque in the center.

They formed hand seals, muttering incantations, and the dark aura around them surged wildly, converging toward the center like a tide.

An extremely terrifying aura was brewing.

That aura was cold, Dead Silence, yet contained a destructive power, as if it would drag all existence into eternal darkness.

Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed; he sensed a hint of threat.

These three Dark Supremes were about to go all out.

"Primordial Time-Space Great Dao Domain," Ye Wuque murmured softly, and the aura around him changed abruptly.

A mysterious unfathomable power spread from his body; it was his own Time-Space Great Dao Domain.

Where the domain passed, the Void seemed solidified, and the flow of Time grew chaotic.

The killing move the three Dark Supremes were brewing, under the domain's influence, unexpectedly suffered a brief lag.

It was that momentary lag that gave Ye Wuque the chance.

"Extreme Cosmos Heaven-Opening."

Ye Wuque stepped forward, and his figure instantly appeared before the leading Dark Supreme.

He clenched his right fist, the fist tip gathering the terrifying power of Extreme Cosmos Heaven-Opening, and a punch thundered out.

The Dark Supreme's face changed dramatically, unable to continue brewing the killing move, he summoned a black barrier before him with all his might.

But that barrier, before Ye Wuque's fist, was like paper and shattered instantly.

The punch force struck solidly against his chest.

"Puff—" the Dark Supreme spewed black blood in a great gush, his body flipping backward like a kite with a broken string.

A huge cavity opened in his chest, and the dark aura around him erupted wildly.

The other two Dark Supremes, seeing this, flashed fear in their eyes.

They tried to flee, but found themselves firmly locked by Ye Wuque's Time-Space Domain, with nowhere to escape.

Ye Wuque gave them no chance to catch their breath.

He flickered, delivering two consecutive punches; the Golden Fist shone like two golden suns, each hammering toward the two Dark Supremes.

They fought desperately, but could not even hold a breath, and were engulfed by the Golden Fist.

Three explosions rang almost simultaneously; the bodies of the three Dark Supremes were blown apart in the Golden Fist, turning into countless black fragments, instantly burned to nothing by that supremely yang and firm Golden Blood Qi.

From Ye Wuque's strike to the three Dark Supremes' fall took only a few breaths.

Jiu Xiao Long Di, locked in a struggle with his own opponent, caught a glimpse of the scene, and a torrent of shock rose in his heart.

Three Heavenly Dao Supremes, just like that, slain by Ye Wuque?

And it was so clean and swift, without any mess.

The Dark Supreme who had fought him also saw his companion's fall, his spirit shaken, and his hand's movement unintentionally slowed.

Jiu Xiao Long Di seized the opportunity, extended a claw, and the Dragon Claw pierced the Dark Supreme's chest, crushing his Dark Origin in one grip.

The Dark Supreme let out a final mournful scream, his form turning into Black Fog and dissipating.

"Ye, fellow cultivator..." Jiu Xiao Long Di looked at Ye Wuque, wanting to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.

Ye Wuque gave a slight nod, "Senior, let's continue deeper."

Jiu Xiao Long Di inhaled deeply, suppressing the shock in his heart, and followed Ye Wuque deeper into the tomb chamber.

At the deepest part of this Great Tomb lay an extremely spacious circular chamber.

In the center of the space stood a massive Coffin.

The Coffin was entirely dark-golden, its surface etched with countless intricate patterns, exuding an ancient and weighty aura.

Around the Coffin, eight massive stone pillars encircled it, each pillar covered with dense runes.

"This should be the place where the remains of the Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ are interred,"

Jiu Xiao Long Di said softly, his tone carrying a hint of respect.

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

The Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ, that ancient powerhouse who once followed the unspeakable being, that supreme existence who left countless legends across the Zhutian Wanjie, now rests here.

At that moment, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly descended.

The aura came from deeper within the No Return Main Path, like a slumbering primordial beast awakening, bearing an indescribable pressure.

The air in the tomb chamber seemed to solidify, the runes on the eight pillars flickered violently, as if trembling under the aura's pressure.

A dense mass of Darkness gathered above the Coffin, the Darkness so thick it was almost solid, slowly rotating like a living abyss.

At the center of the Darkness, a huge jet-black pupil was exposed.

The pupil was cold and Indifferent, devoid of any feeling, as if looking down upon ants.

That aura had unmistakably reached the realm of Supreme Boundless Great Perfection.

Jiu Xiao Long Di's complexion changed dramatically, and his body involuntarily stepped back a step.

Supreme Boundless Great Perfection, that is an existence a full realm higher than Heavenly Dao Supreme.

Although he is the supreme founding ancestor of the Dragon Clan, compared with such an existence, the gap is like the Heavenly Moat.

He subconsciously looks toward Ye Wuque, yet sees Ye Wuque still standing there with composure, his eyes calmly meeting that Dark Pupil.

The Dark Pupil turns, its gaze landing on the Great Dragon Halberd in Ye Wuque's hand.

Within that gaze, a sudden surge of intense killing intent erupts.

"Heh… are you the new heir of the Great Dragon Halberd?"

From that Dark Pupil a voice emerges, hollow and ethereal, as if from a faraway place yet seeming to echo right beside the ear.

"Destined to die. In former days, Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ turned my Dark Clan upside down. Anything linked to Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ will fall into eternal Darkness."

The voice bears a bone‑deep hatred, as if Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ's name were the Dark Clan's everlasting scar.

The Nine Heavens Dragon Emperor, as if confronting a great enemy, his Dragon Might roars wildly, yet under the pressure of Supreme Boundless Great Perfection he seems on the brink of collapse.

He knows this being is not one he can deal with.

It is an existence of another tier, a height he cannot yet attain.

Ye Wuque remains calm. He lifts his head, meets the Dark Pupil, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"Oh? Is that so?"

His voice is not loud, yet it echoes clearly within the tomb chamber.

"Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ senior has broken into the depths of your Dark Clan. Today, I, Ye Wuque, will also use this Great Dragon Halberd to cut off your head."

The Dark Pupil contracts slightly, then lets out a shrill cold laugh: "Indeed, the ignorant are fearless. Do you think you are Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ? Do you think you possess his power? A mere King Immortal dares to utter such hubris."

Ye Wuque says nothing further. He slowly lifts the Great Dragon Halberd, a golden cold sheen flashing across its blade.

The cold laugh within the Dark Pupil deepens. "Since you are eager to meet death, I shall grant it. Killing you will also settle a Causality with Hùn Dùn Lóng Zhǔ."

Before the words finish, the thick darkness begins to churn violently, from it countless black tendrils surge, sweeping toward Ye Wuque.

The tendrils move at astonishing speed; wherever they pass, Eternal Time and Space is corroded into deep chasms.

Ye Wuque's gaze sharpens, his form suddenly erupts upward.

The Great Dragon Halberd in his hand becomes a golden bolt of lightning, charging toward the all‑covering black tendrils.