Chapter 751: Just That Is All

Ye Wuque's heart felt as if seized by an invisible giant hand, a torrent of sky‑splitting hatred surged wildly from the depths of his core, and alongside it rose an endless sorrow.

He hates—the brutality and cold‑bloodedness of the Dark Clan, their slaughter of countless epochs of living beings, the destruction of innumerable beautiful worlds, and the fate they have forced countless sages into, dying with their Dao extinguished.

He mourns those sages who, to protect the Zhutian Wanjie, gave everything—burning away their own lives—yet still could not fully halt the spread of darkness.

Now, this endless darkness has at last stretched into the present epoch, and the terrifying apocalyptic war has finally descended before their eyes.

His hand slowly grasped the Great Dragon Halberd at his waist.

At this moment, the Great Dragon Halberd in his hand emitted a series of deep, draconic roars—humming with a thirst for blood, an endless hatred toward the darkness, and a silent tribute to the fallen sages.

His gaze slowly swept over the Zhutian reinforcements behind him.

He saw those aged faces, the senior elders who have guarded the Zhutian Wanjie for countless ages; their expressions were solemn and resolute, showing no hint of retreat even in dire straits.

He saw his father, Ye Zhengrong, the man who had silently protected him, shielding him from wind and rain; now his gaze was steadfastly fixed on the looming dark army, his battle spirit soaring to its peak.

He saw Ye Shizu, the founder of the Ye Clan, an ancient behemoth who had lived through countless years; he now stroked his beard, standing without a trace of fear, only endless intent to slay.

His gaze finally settled on the towering figure at the forefront.

Tai Shi.

From the birth of the Wan Gu Lun Hui, he has been the supreme being guarding the Zhutian Wanjie, a legend who has opposed the Dark Clan for countless epochs, endured countless apocalyptic cataclysms, yet remains unshaken.

He stands at the front of the Zhutian reinforcements, the first and final barrier of the Zhutian Wanjie, using his own body to block the oncoming endless darkness and apocalyptic killing intent.

Ye Wuque's eyes instantly hardened with unparalleled resolve, the sky‑splitting battle fervor erupting from his body like a volcano!

He finally understood that before them there had never been any other options.

Only a life‑or‑death battle.

If they win, the Zhutian Wanjie can be preserved, countless lives can survive, and the fallen sages' wishes can be fulfilled.

If they lose, the price is the annihilation of the heavens, the collapse of the epoch, countless lives perishing in horror, everything turning to dark dust, leaving no trace just as the previously destroyed epochs did.

He, Ye Wuque, rose from obscurity, traversing countless life‑and‑death trials, breaking through innumerable dead ends, slaying countless strong foes; his Dao has never been a path of retreat or mere survival, but a forward‑marching way of protection!

Even if the opposition comprises the Nine Great Apocalypse Sequences, an endless dark army, a fate destined for despair, he will not waver a single moment!

Even if he must burn away his own life, shatter his Dao Fruit, he will still use his fists and his cultivation to carve a path of survival for the Zhutian Wanjie!

Although these apocalypse‑level big shots are still beyond Ye Wuque's reach for now.

But the other Heavenly Dao Supremes, even the Supreme Boundless Great Perfection, Ye Wuque claims he fears none of them!

Below the Ultimate Leap, Ye Wuque is invincible!

At the pinnacle of the Nine Heavens, the Nine Great Apocalypse Sequences still indifferently overlook the Zhutian reinforcements below.

In their eyes, the beings of the Zhutian Wanjie are no different from ants on the ground or dust in the sky.

They have lived far too long, so long that they can no longer recall how many epochal cycles they have witnessed, how many worlds' births and deaths they have seen.

To them, the Zhutian Wanjie's beings are like leeks in a field—when one harvest comes, they cut it down; each epoch's end is a feast for them. They can slaughter the heavens' beings at will, devour their essence, plunder their Dao Rule to nourish themselves and awaken the sleeping Primordial Supreme.

Since the Wan Gu, they have repeated this countless times, becoming numb and indifferent.

In their view, this epoch is no different from the previously annihilated ones; the final outcome will only be total destruction, returning to eternal darkness.

Among the Zhutian reinforcements present, only a handful of Ultimate Leap beings—Tai Shi, the First Generation Universe Lord, the Yin‑Yang Great Emperor, and the Heavenly Demon Great Emperor—can barely draw their attention.

After all, these individuals have been longtime foes who have opposed them for countless epochs, and have caused them considerable trouble.

As for the others, even the veteran powers of Supreme Boundless Great Perfection rank appear to them as merely slightly larger ants that can be crushed with a flick.

Only when Ye Wuque's sky‑splitting battle fervor, like a sharp sword, surged straight into the clouds and violently pierced the dense apocalyptic aura did their gazes finally converge on Ye Wuque.

Especially the Wanhun Laozu, whose cold, sinister eyes instantly lit up, filled with greedy, blood‑thirsty glint, like a beast starved for ten thousand ages finally spotting its coveted prey.

He could clearly sense that Ye Wuque's body hides an overwhelming number of secrets, countless treasures that drive him to madness.

Secrets linked to the Chaos Dragon Lord, the Dark Sacred Law Origin, even other possible Holy Law Origins, and other earth‑shattering secrets…

What drives the Wanhun Laozu mad is that he can distinctly feel that Ye Wuque's being seems to gather the vast majority of this epoch's Zhutian Wanjie fortune, the hopes of countless sages, and all possible futures of the Zhutian Wanjie.

It is the core of the Fate River, the sole variable of the Zhutian Wanjie; if he can devour Ye Wuque's spirit and seize his fortune, he will directly control this epoch's destiny, even rewrite the Wan Gu's apocalyptic cycle to become the true ruler of the heavens!

Such prey lies before him—how could he not be moved? How could he let it go?

At that moment, the Annihilation Demon Ancestor, leading the Nine Great Apocalypse Sequences, finally spoke.

His voice did not travel through the air but resonated directly in the deepest part of every being's spirit; even if you sealed your six senses and spirit, you cannot block its entry.

Within that voice lay the Dao Rule of annihilation, the will of apocalypse; with each word that fell, the surrounding spacetime crumbled inch by inch, and countless epochal wreckage turned to dust.

The beings of the Zhutian Wanjie, upon hearing this voice, involuntarily trembled in spirit; even those of Supreme Boundless Great Perfection rank felt minute cracks in their Dao Rule under its impact.

"Heh heh."

A light laugh, dripping with extreme contempt and indifference, like the Heavenly Dao looking down on ants, slowly echoing across the entire No Return Main Path.

"In this epoch of the Zhutian Wanjie, there are still quite a few small dragons with some strength."

His gaze slowly swept over Tai Shi, the First Generation Universe Lord and others, a teasing smile curling his mouth as if watching a flock of leaping grasshoppers.

"But... that's... all there is..."