Chapter 736: Heaven‑Defying Overlord!

The Dark Flying Ancestor's previously confident, indifferent expression vanished in an instant, replaced by sheer shock and a hint of apprehension that even he himself had not sensed.

He abruptly withdrew the Palm Seal, his form vaulted back from the endless region, and those darkness‑filled eyes stared fixedly at the hand's owner, his voice carrying a faint, barely perceptible tremor.

He could not fathom it: this No Return Path was the Dark Clan's Forbidden Land, a restricted zone for all beings of Zhutian Wanjie; apart from their Extinction Sequence, who else could silently intrude here and even casually endure his full‑force Deadly Palm Seal?

Moreover, that aura…

This seemingly plain aura, yet subtly loftier than the Zhutian Tiandao and Wan Gu Lun Hui, made his Dark Origin tremble uncontrollably, as if he had encountered a born nemesis.

Looking up along that hand, a figure stood quietly before Ye Wuque.

He was a remarkably young man, clad in an imperial robe unmarred by dust; even while standing in the No Return Path, awash with endless Jiemie and ancient darkness, a faint, almost transparent layer of Initial Light swirled around him.

The radiance was not blinding, yet it bore an ineffable Great Power; all surrounding dark malice and Jiemie killing aura dissolved the instant they met that layer of Initial Light, not even a speck could draw within three feet of him.

His towering, majestic form stood there silently, as if he had become the very center of the entire Zhutian Wanjie and the source of Eternal Time and Space.

All timelines, all spatial dimensions, all Tiandao Reincarnations, circulated silently around him, as if he himself were the Dao, the Initial, the Reincarnation, and the entirety of Zhutian Wanjie.

His eyebrows and eyes were exceedingly handsome, yet showed no emotional fluctuation; his gaze was as indifferent as the unchanging starry sky of the ages, as if having witnessed all rise and fall of Zhutian and all joys and sorrows of Reincarnation, nothing in the world could stir even a ripple in his eyes.

Even now, facing the Dark Clan's infamous Extinction Sequence, the Dark Flying Ancestor who could terrify all beings of Zhutian Wanjie, his gaze held no weight, no apprehension, as if looking at an insignificant speck of dust.

His appearance came without any omen or fanfare, as if he had stood here since the beginning of eternity.

Until now, the frozen Time slowly resumed its flow.

The previously sealed Void began to ripple again.

The Apocalyptic Power bearing down on Ye Wuque vanished instantly, gone without a trace.

Ye Wuque gasped heavily, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

In that instant, he truly thought he was about to die.

That feeling of being tightly enveloped by death, with no ounce of resistance, was an experience he had never had in his cultivation.

He had even prepared for total annihilation of body and spirit, yet at the last moment someone intervened, blocking that Deadly Palm Seal.

He lifted his head, gazing at the majestic silhouette before him, his spirit shaken profoundly.

He could clearly feel that the mysterious young man emitted no earth‑shaking aura, yet his presence seemed the very source of all Chaos.

The Dao Rhythm emanating from the Initial, even a mere trace, caused his form to resonate uncontrollably; the Dao Rule within his body, previously fractured, began rapid repair under this rhythm, even the wounds on his spirit healed instantly.

Who on earth is this person?

Ye Wuque's heart was filled with shock and deep bewilderment.

He had lived for so many years, traversed Zhutian Wanjie, read countless ancient texts, yet had never heard of such an ultimate terror.

To casually withstand the Dark Flying Ancestor's Deadly Palm Seal, even causing the Ancestor to show apprehension, such a being must be among the tiny elite atop Zhutian Wanjie, never obscure.

At this moment, the Dark Flying Ancestor in the Void, staring at that terrifying figure, his darkness‑filled eyes narrowed to needle‑point pupils, the shock on his face could no longer be hidden, even his tone trembled with disbelief.

He stared fixedly at that silhouette, word by word forcing a sentence from between his teeth, his voice sounding especially clear in the Dead Silence of the Dark Void:

"The battle before the ages, you truly did not die…"

The moment the words fell, the surrounding Void seemed to solidify again.

The battle before the ages!

These seven characters seemed to contain endless secrets, endless carnage, endless blood and fire.

It was one of the darkest, most tragic wars ever recorded in Zhutian Wanjie.

The No Return Path clan poured the entire tribe's strength to invade Zhutian Wanjie; countless universes shattered, countless lives fell into Jiemie, countless Heavenly Prides fell, the defenses of Zhutian Wanjie retreated repeatedly, nearly reaching the brink of annihilation.

It was in that war that the Tai Shi before us suddenly burst forth, halting the No Return Path clan's numerous supreme beings' combined onslaught, and at the Jiemie realm at the end of Reincarnation, he engaged in a cataclysmic battle with the Dark Clan's supreme existence.

That battle dimmed sun and moon, shattered Zhutian, broke the flow of Reincarnation, and the ages lost their luster.

After the war, Tai Shi vanished without a trace, never appearing again in Zhutian Wanjie.

The Dark Clan's invasion thus abruptly halted, retreating back into the No Return Path, and for ten thousand ages no large‑scale invasion of Zhutian Wanjie occurred.

Everyone believed that in that war, Tai Shi had perished together with the Dark Clan's supreme existence, completely falling in the Jiemie at the end of Reincarnation.

Even all the Dark Clan's high‑ranking members and Extinction Sequences thought so.

But now, this person who should have fallen before ten thousand ages stands alive before him, casually withstanding his Deadly Palm Seal!

How could this not shock the Dark Flying Ancestor?

How could it not surprise him?

How could it not cause an indescribable apprehension to surge from his spirit's depths?

He knows Tai Shi's power all too well.

Before the ages, he also took part in that war, having personally witnessed Tai Shi's terrifying, unrivaled feats.

Even after ten thousand ages, that scene remains deeply etched in his spirit, never fading.

At this moment, watching that familiar figure, the Dark Flying Ancestor's expression grew exceedingly grim at a visibly rapid pace.

His face, already etched with dark markings, now resembled ten‑thousand‑year‑old cold iron, terrifyingly cold.

The darkness in his eyes roiled like a surging ink sea, howling madly; a wave of Apocalyptic Power, enough to make Zhutian Wanjie tremble, burst forth from his body, sweeping the entire Dark Main Path.

His surrounding Dark Power surged endlessly, and the Void for millions of miles around continuously shattered and vanished under this ferocious aura's onslaught.

He stared fixedly at Tai Shi, his knuckles whitening from the strain, his inner Dark Origin beginning to convulse uncontrollably, as if about to erupt fully at any moment.

And Tai Shi, standing before Ye Wuque, after hearing the Dark Flying Ancestor's words, his indifferent eyes finally flickered slightly.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze indifferently sweeping toward the Dark Flying Ancestor in the Void, a faint curve at his mouth, a hint of subtle mockery, a trace of disdainful indifference over ten thousand ages, his voice calm as the primordial great bell, resonating clearly to everyone present, even across billions of miles of Void without attenuation:

"Heh, Dark Flying Ancestor, you're not even dead yet; how could I possibly fall?"

His tone was flat, without any emotional shift, yet the words contained an ineffable dominance, an absolute confidence that towered over the Wan Gu Lun Hui.

It seemed that the Dark Flying Ancestor's Extinction Sequence, which terrified Zhutian Wanjie, was merely an ant he could crush at will.

As his words ended, Tai Shi's gaze suddenly grew colder; the previously plain Initial aura instantly sharpened, like a primordial divine sword drawn, pointing straight at the Dark Flying Ancestor:

"Enough with the nonsense. You, Dark Flying Ancestor, as the Extinction Sequence of the Dark Clan that gazes over ten thousand ages, have lived through an Endless Era, cultivated countless Reincarnations, and yet you still have the nerve to strike a young junior? How is it that after ten thousand years, not only has your strength made no progress, but your skin has grown thicker, becoming more and more shameless?"

The words, like a resounding slap, struck the Dark Flying Ancestor's face hard.

The Dark Flying Ancestor's complexion instantly grew even more grim, the murderous intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

The surrounding Dark Void, stirred by his intense emotional fluctuations, surged wildly, forming streaks of Darkness Storm capable of tearing Zhutian, howling and ravaging within the Void.