Chapter 925

However, Ye Wuque soon discovered a problem.

He looked inside himself, and his brows furrowed slightly.

His several clones and Dharma bodies were all gone.

Including the Undying Divine Emperor Body derived from the Undying Indestructible Divine King Art, and the Taiqing and Yuqing clones differentiated from the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities.

As well as the four supreme Dharma bodies evolved from the four Sacred Method Origins: the Battle Saint Emperor, the Space-Time Dao Lord, the Creation Immortal King, and the Darkness Demon Lord.

A total of seven clones and Dharma bodies had all disappeared without a trace at this moment.

He did not know if they had completely fallen in the terrifying great battle, or if they were just temporarily scattered somewhere in the space-time sea and had not returned to the main body.

The temporary disappearance of these seven clones was undoubtedly bad news.

After all, each clone had at least 70% to 80% of the main body's combat power, especially the Undying Divine Emperor Body, which was even comparable to the main body.

The seven clones joining forces was enough to erupt with even more terrifying combat power.

Without them, Ye Wuque's overall combat power would be greatly discounted.

However, Ye Wuque did not care too much.

He knew that in the future, perhaps, there would be a moment when they all returned.

As long as the main body was still there, and as long as the four Sacred Method Origins were still there, everything had a chance to start over.

The fact that the main body was still alive was the greatest stroke of luck among strokes of luck.

However, a look of pain appeared on Ye Wuque's face again.

He raised his head and looked toward the direction where Feng Caichen had fallen back then.

His eyes were filled with worry and sadness.

"Lao Feng, how are you..."

"Have you really fallen... or... is there a miracle..."

He clearly remembered that at the final moment, Feng Caichen and he had burned everything together and unleashed the final strike.

He himself had the four Sacred Method Origins protecting him and survived.

But what about Feng Caichen?

Did he have such good luck?

Ye Wuque did not know.

He only hoped that Feng Caichen could also survive without any danger, just like him.

"This battle..."

Ye Wuque muttered to himself, and a fierce light that could make the eternal reincarnation pale suddenly appeared in his eyes!

"Wind blows, leaves fall... wind blows, leaves fall..."

"From now on..."

"I am... Gu!"

"In this great battle, Lao Feng, you and I are equivalent to having both died."

"Since that is the case, I will carry your undying will together and continue to fight..."

"I am... Gu!"

Ye Wuque's voice was not loud, but it carried iron-clad firmness.

From today on, there would be no more Ye Wuque in the world.

There would only be a "Gu" who returned from death.

He would carry the will of both himself and Feng Caichen, and the Dao of both people, and keep going.

Until he leveled the No Return Realm, dispelled the darkness, and welcomed the light.

Until he completed their shared wish.

The significance of this Nirvana to Ye Wuque was undoubtedly significant.

The Ominous Clan thought that Ye Wuque had fallen completely and would inevitably lower their guard.

Ye Wuque could take the opportunity to have quite a bit of growth time.

He did not need to worry about being disturbed, and he did not need to worry about being besieged.

He could restore his strength and break through his cultivation realm with peace of mind.

Most importantly, after finding life in death, Ye Wuque's Dao foundation, in this process, under the blessing and nourishment of the four Sacred Method Origins, his life origin and causal aura were unexpectedly undergoing slow and incredible changes!

His life level was slowly leaping.

In essence, he was undergoing a rebirth.

This was undoubtedly a transformation that could change everything.

Once completed, his starting point would be countless times higher than it was now.

Future breakthroughs to the Transcendent Realm would also be a matter of course and countless times easier.

Even his combat power after the breakthrough would far exceed that of ordinary Transcendents.

This was the Phoenix Nirvana, this was finding life in the midst of death.

Extreme transformation between life and death! Self-sublimation in an extreme state!

Ye Wuque was looking forward to this.

"It will probably take a very long time to fully recover."

Ye Wuque felt the weak power in his body, somewhat helpless, but there was no other way.

"It will take at least several hundred or even a thousand years..."

Now, he had only barely condensed his figure.

The power in his body was less than one in a billion.

He probably only had the strength of an ordinary Supreme Realm.

To recover to the combat power of his peak period, he still needed a long time of nourishment and repair.

"But it doesn't matter."

A sharp light flashed in Ye Wuque's eyes.

"In the process of this recovery, all his essence and achievements will be restored one by one."

"For example, the cultivation realms of martial arts, soul, and physical body."

"For example, his own essence, Supreme Power, Imperial Arts, and Ancient Heavenly Skills."

"The cultivation of the Hundred Heads Thousand Arms Great Divine Ability, the Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body, and the Nine-Nine Returning to One True Self Great Immortal Art."

"And the most important Nine Great Extreme Realms, all will be restored!"

Moreover, once restored to his peak, Ye Wuque's heaven-defying degree would be unprecedented.

The Nine Extreme Realms that had undergone the baptism of life and death would inevitably be more perfect and more terrifying.

By then, even if he faced the nine Transcendents again, he would have the confidence to fight.

He might even have the ability to kill a few!

Ye Wuque was looking forward to this.

"I just don't know how Lao Feng is doing..."

"And how Weiyang is doing."

"Has the child of Jiao Xue and me been born?"

"And... so much time has passed, what is the situation of all the heavens and myriad realms?"

"You must hold on..."

Ye Wuque whispered to himself, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

He knew that the news of his "fall" would inevitably spread throughout all the heavens and myriad realms.

It would inevitably plunge countless living beings into despair.

It would also inevitably make the Ominous Clan even more unscrupulous.

The situation in all the heavens and myriad realms would definitely become increasingly difficult.

But now, he could do nothing.

He could only stay here and recover slowly.

"I hope everyone can hold on..."

"The day I return will be the time when the darkness ends."

Finally, Ye Wuque let out a low sigh.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

The four Sacred Method Origins around his body shone even brighter.

He fell into slumber and self-repair again.

The golden light shadow floated quietly in the deepest part of the space-time interlayer.

Like a sleeping lion.

Waiting for the day to wake up, roar, and shock the world.

Changli Weiyang was still searching.

Her figure was everywhere in every corner of the No Return Space-Time Sea.

From the space-time turbulence region in the east to the God-Demon Burial Ground in the west.

From the broken world cluster in the south to the chaotic causal land in the north.

Her footprints were left everywhere.

Her red clothes were stained even redder by fresh blood.

Her aura, however, was getting stronger and stronger.

But her eyes were getting more and more exhausted.

Over a hundred years had passed.

She had been searching for over a hundred years.

She still had not found any trace of Ye Wuque.

She had not even sensed a single wisp of his lingering aura.

Many times, she felt despair.

Many times, she couldn't help but think, had he really...

But every time, she forcibly extinguished this thought.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

She did not believe it.

"Wuque, where exactly are you..."

On this day, Changli Weiyang stood on the edge of a huge space-time fragment, looking at the endless darkness ahead, whispering softly.

Tears finally couldn't help but slide down her cheeks.

Dripping onto her red clothes, blurring a small dark trace.

"Come out, okay..."

"Don't hide from me anymore..."

"I have searched for you so bitterly..."

The wind blew her crimson hair, carrying her voice, drifting toward the darkness in the distance.

The only response to her was the sound of the howling space-time turbulence.

There was no answer.

Changli Weiyang wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.

In her eyes, a firm light reignited.

"It doesn't matter."

"If I can't find you, I will keep looking."

"I will look for a thousand years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years."

"Until I find you."

She turned around and stepped into the darkness ahead again.

The red figure soon disappeared into the space-time turbulence.

Her search continued.

There was no end, and it would not end.