Chapter 856: Mysterious Red-Haired Woman

After separating from the five of them, Ye Wuque embarked on the path of conquest deeper alone.

The end of this road was the depths of the Great Calamity, the ultimate source of darkness, and the unspeakable place where that Transcendent sat.

The dark mist along the way became thicker and thicker, and the power of the dark origin permeating the void had become thick enough to make ordinary Supremes struggle to move.

Those star remains floating in the void were becoming more and more ancient and huge, some even vaster than the largest super star regions of the current era, but they were all riddled with holes eroded by darkness, like ancient corpses floating in the void, silently telling the tragic battles that this area had experienced.

Cultivation, breakthrough, searching for opportunities, killing enemies of the No Return Road, this was everything for Ye Wuque on this path of conquest.

He was like a sharp battle blade that never tired, splitting waves and breaking through in this dark ocean deep in the No Return Road.

Every day of his was alternating between fighting and cultivation.

When fighting, he used the Sovereign-level enemies of the No Return Road to sharpen his fist edge, and when cultivating, he transformed the insights from the battle into the accumulation of cultivation.

His breakthrough speed was so fast that the No Return Road experts who were secretly spying on him felt suffocated.

From the early Supreme Realm to the mid Supreme Realm, from mid to late, from late to peak, every breakthrough was like water flowing into a channel, and no bottleneck could block his footsteps.

In this process, in a star region ruin so ancient that its source could not be traced, Ye Wuque met a woman.

It was an ancient battlefield that had been shattered.

Countless broken divine weapon fragments floated slowly in the void, like a cold ocean of metal.

The broken star remains were covered with traces of time, and in those traces, one could vaguely see the Dao rule imprints left by ancient great beings during fierce battles.

The aura of doom had permeated here for I don't know how many eras, dyeing the entire star region a strange grey-white.

And in the depths of that grey-white mist, a figure was fighting fiercely with hundreds or thousands of beings of doom.

It was a woman.

She was tall and slender, like a peerless divine sword out of its sheath, surrounded by an ancient and mysterious aura of fate and reincarnation.

Those fate auras condensed into a faint red halo, circling and flowing around her, and every flow made the beings of doom approaching her fall into the confusion of fate.

Some beings of doom suddenly stagnated in place, as if deprived of the ability to act by some irresistible power of fate;

Others even strangely turned their backs and attacked their own kind crazily, as if their fate had been forcibly rewritten by some supreme power.

But what was most eye-catching was her long hair that was as bright as fresh blood.

That red was not ordinary vermilion or scarlet, but a purer, more stunning red.

Like the first ray of dawn blooming in the deepest night before dawn, like the only red lotus blooming proudly on the snow-covered plain frozen for ages.

Long hair reached her waist, dancing wildly in the wind when she fought, and the movement of every strand of hair seemed to contain some kind of fate rhythm that transcended language.

Her appearance was even more breathtakingly beautiful.

Her features were as exquisite as the most perfect creation of heaven, her skin was like snow, her lips were like flames, and her phoenix eyes were flowing with mysterious light that saw through the reincarnation of fate.

She was slaughtering among the Doom Clan.

She had no weapon in her hand, but every wave of her hand was accompanied by the supreme blooming of fate laws.

Countless pale red fate threads shot out from her fingertips, and every fate thread accurately pierced the core of a being of doom.

Those beings of doom pierced by the fate threads did not die immediately, but as if they had been drained of all meaning of existence, slowly turning into nothingness in the void, as if they had never existed.

She crushed all the way, and pieces of beings of doom turned into fly ash under her feet, and no one could stop her.

Ye Wuque only had a one-sided encounter with this red-haired woman, and he deeply remembered her uniqueness and extraordinariness.

Those deep eyes stayed on the red-haired woman for a few breaths.

Not because of her appearance, but because of the unique aura of fate she emitted.

That kind of aura was completely different from the power he mastered, but equally domineering and transcendent.

Her peerless temperament left a deep impression on Ye Wuque.

After the red-haired woman finished slaughtering the last batch of beings of doom, she seemed to notice Ye Wuque's gaze.

She turned her head, and those phoenix eyes containing the light of fate met Ye Wuque's deep, starry-like eyes from afar in the void.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, hooking into a stunning and meaningful arc, as if examining a puzzle she couldn't see through.

This was their first meeting.

And then things went smoothly.

Two invincible young beings met on this battlefield shrouded in darkness, and both felt a kind of resonance of the same kind from each other.

That was a subtle resonance that only beings who stood at the peak of the same generation and possessed heaven-defying combat power and invincible Dao hearts would have.

They began to fight side by side, cooperating and covering each other in the slaughter with the dark army of the No Return Road.

Ye Wuque's golden fist was domineering, crushing all enemies head-on, like an indestructible battle hammer;

The red-haired woman's fate laws were mysterious and unpredictable, supporting from the side, like an omnipresent net.

The two cooperated seamlessly, and their combined combat power was far more than one plus one.

In the gaps of fighting side by side, they began to communicate.

From battle experience to cultivation insights, from understanding of the Dao to prospects for the future, every exchange made them discover more commonalities between each other.

Although Ye Wuque didn't remember his past, his obsession with the pursuit of power, his obsession with guarding, and his yearning for the extreme of the Dao had long been engraved in the deepest part of his soul.

And that red-haired woman was also a practitioner who pursued the supreme Dao, and her understanding of fate laws had reached a level that even Ye Wuque couldn't fully see through.

Two souls who stood at the peak and sought alone met on this battlefield shrouded in darkness, attracted to each other, got to know each other, understood each other, fell in love, and finally fell into love together.

In the end, the two naturally became Dao companions.

In that ancient era shrouded in darkness, on this battlefield with no sun, moon, or stars, no birds or flowers, only endless slaughter and blood, two lonely souls found each other and made a Dao companion vow to live and die together, never to be separated. ===== CHAPTER 857 =====