Chapter 831: Pure White Radiance

The massive palm is about to fall!

All of the Zhutian Wanjie fell into absolute Dead Silence at this moment.

All living beings stared fixedly at that black colossal palm spanning the universe and covering the whole sky, forgetting even to breathe.

That palm was simply too enormous, too terrifying.

It covered trillions of star systems; each line of its palm was like a Star River crossing the cosmos, each inch of Skin contained terrifying power enough to shatter an Epoch.

As it slowly pressed down, space-time vanished inch by inch, Tiandao crumbled thread by thread, stars fell like dust, and countless great worlds under the palm wind were shattered one after another like fragile soap bubbles.

There was no sound, no omen, only Destruction in its purest extreme.

This is the power of the Transcendent, a force that truly towers above all.

Ye Zhetian's eyes widened to the brink of tearing, the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron in his hand trembled wildly, emitting a desperate hum.

He wanted to rush forward, to stand before Ye Wuque, but the supreme pressure from the Transcendent pressed on him like billions of Ancient Divine Mountains, rendering even a single finger immobile.

He could only watch helplessly as that colossal palm bore down mercilessly on his most beloved descendant, the Qilin Child, the most astonishing talent of the Ye Clan since antiquity.

"No—!! Wuque!!"

Ye Zhetian let out a heart‑rending roar, Imperial Blood of a dark golden hue sliding from his eyes; he burned his last Imperial Dao Origin recklessly, trying to break free of the pressure.

But even after scorching all his Primordial, only a slight twitch of his finger occurred; he could not move a single step forward.

Between a half-step Transcendent and true Transcendence lies an insurmountable Heavenly Moat, a chasm like clouds and mud, the distance between life and death.

Ye Beichen's body trembled slightly, and the Sword of Cutting Dao in his hand emitted a strained moan.

His eyes were filled with despair and resentment; he hated his own lack of strength, hated that he could only watch Ye Wuque's impending fall, powerless to act.

"Damn! Damn it!!"

Ye Beichen slammed a fist into the Void, shattering the surrounding space-time, yet still could not alter anything.

Dust Emperor, Honghuang Longzu, Bull Master, Painting Master, Dan Tian Di, Fate Heaven Emperor, Xuan Tian Di, Divine Demon Immortal, all half-step Transcendents of the Zhutian Wanjie had eyes tearing at this moment, frantic to the extreme.

They desperately tried to break the pressure, to save Ye Wuque, but their efforts were in vain.

Before the true Transcendent, these half-step Transcendents were no different from ordinary mortals.

And the ten Primordial Supremes on the No Return Path side wore faces of mockery and indifference.

They looked down from above, their gaze at Ye Wuque as if looking at someone already dead.

"Hehe, struggle, struggle to your heart's content."

The Lord of Ominous let out a smug cold laugh, "Before the power of that great existence, any struggle is futile. Ye Wuque, today, your death is certain."

"The last hope of the Zhutian Wanjie will be utterly shattered with your death."

The Lord of Calamity said lightly, his eyes full of the glow of assured victory.

"It's over, everything is over."

The Lord of Reincarnation gave a slight nod, his tone tinged with a hint of release.

Their grand scheme, plotted over endless years, was finally about to succeed.

Once Ye Wuque dies, the Zhutian Wanjie will have no force left to oppose them; they will annihilate the heavens and usher in a new Epoch, a day away.

The massive palm thundered down horizontally!

Crushing the decayed and tearing the rotten, unstoppable!

Before the palm wind arrived, the Summit of Nine Heavens Ten Earth beneath Ye Wuque's feet had already begun to fissure inch by inch.

The hard Void shattered like glass, revealing the chaotic void below.

Countless mountains were pulverized into dust, countless rivers evaporated completely, countless beings under this terrifying pressure instantly suffered Body and Spirit Annihilation, unable to utter even a single wail.

At this moment, Ye Wuque was at the critical point of breakthrough.

Within him, the Tai Chu Dao Rule was raging wildly, the Four Great Sacred Law Origins continuously merging and sublimating; his aura was climbing step by step from the Dao Void Realm Peak toward the Dao Lord Realm.

This process tolerates no disturbance.

If interrupted, at best his cultivation would regress and Dao Foundation be damaged; at worst he would go mad, resulting in Body and Spirit Annihilation.

But at that instant, that ever‑present earth‑shattering killing intent instantly invaded his Sea of Consciousness.

Ye Wuque's whole body jolted; the marvelous feeling of breakthrough was extinguished in an instant!

The Dao Rule raging within him suddenly stalled, and the Four Great Sacred Law Origins ceased merging.

The chance of breakthrough was brutally suppressed by that supreme, unparalleled Heavenly Might.

Immediately after, he felt that everything about him—life, Primordial, Dao Foundation, divine soul, even the Dark Being itself—was locked tightly by an invisible force.

It was a supreme, indifferent will that disregarded all living beings.

Before this will, he was as tiny as an ant.

It seemed that whoever that will wished to die would be destined to die—no one had any right to defy it!

This is the true Heavenly Might!

Do not provoke!

Cannot be defied!

Touch it and die!

And now, the Heavenly Might demands Ye Wuque's death!

Ye Wuque tried to move, to flee, to resist, but he was horrified to discover he had lost control over his own body!

His limbs could not move, his mouth could not open, his divine soul could not leave the body, and his Dao Rule could not operate.

He could only stand there like a lamb awaiting slaughter, silently awaiting death's arrival.

No place to hide!

No escape possible!

It seems he can only despair and await death!

"Transcendent... this is absolutely a true Transcendent..."

Ye Wuque's heart was filled with horror.

He had once faced the Extinction Sequence, had faced the Lord of Reincarnation of the half-step Transcendent Absolute Peak and the Master of the Bizarre, yet he had never before felt such utter despair as he did now.

That feeling was as if he were confronting the whole heavens and earth, the entire universe, and all the Tiandao laws.

You simply cannot resist, and you absolutely cannot resist.

"Could it be... that I truly have to die here today?"

In Ye Wuque's mind flashed Feng Caichen's clear eyes, Yu Jiao Xue's visage, the smiling faces of the Ye Clan members, and the figures of Ye Zhetian, Ye Beichen, the Yin-Yang Great Emperor, and the Heavenly Demon Great Emperor.

He is unwilling!

He has not yet protected his own family, has not yet protected his own clan, has not yet protected Zhutian Wanjie!

He has not yet entered the true realm of Transcendence, has not yet seen the day when Zhutian Wanjie truly attains peace!

He cannot die!

He must absolutely not die!

Ye Wuque frantically activated the Four Great Sacred Law Origins within his body, activated the Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body, and summoned all his power, trying to break free from this binding.

But everything was in vain.

His power, before this supreme will, was like a cup of water against a burning cart, having no effect at all.

The massive black palm had already reached above his head, less than a Hundred Zhang away!

The terrifying palm wind had already ruffled his black hair, sliced his skin, and golden blood slowly dripped down his cheek.

Death had never been so close.

Just as that massive palm was about to strike Ye Wuque, crushing him into ash!

A sudden mutation!

Around Ye Wuque's form appeared a layer of pure white mysterious light, materializing out of thin air!

The light was gentle and holy, warm and powerful, like a newborn sunrise, like the purest light in the world.

It seemed faint, yet the moment it appeared, it perfectly shielded Ye Wuque within it.

That terrifying palm, capable of shattering ages and crushing everything, landed on this layer of white light, yet strangely did not descend!

"Hum—!"

A light sound rang, like jade striking stone.

The massive black palm and the white light were locked in stalemate in the air.

No matter how hard the palm pressed or crushed, it could not advance a single fraction!

That seemingly fragile white light was like the strongest barrier in the world, indestructible!