Chapter 959

The fiercely intense divine light slowly converged, receding toward the center like a tide.

Under the gaze of countless eyes—some shocked, some suspicious, some fearful, some ecstatic—a humanoid figure was finally revealed within the ball of light.

This figure was tall, slender, and towering.

A pure black long robe hung down, with dark golden dragon patterns embroidered on the hem, fluttering and snapping without wind.

His black hair was like a waterfall, draped over his shoulders, every strand seemingly flowing with the luster of time and Dao principles.

His face was handsome and extraordinary, with distinct features; compared to hundreds of years ago, he had a bit less youthful sharpness and a bit more depth and indifference after settling.

A pair of eyes were as calm as an eternal abyss, bottomless, yet seemingly containing the terrifying power to open the heavens and split the earth.

If it wasn't Ye Wuque, who else could it be?

The living being revealed was indeed Ye Wuque!

The time laws in that space-time interlayer were extremely special, with a time flow rate countless times slower than the outside world.

Ye Wuque had seized every moment to cultivate there, achieving Yin-Yang harmony with Changli Weiyang, polishing the nine Heavenly Paths, and refining the four Sacred Methods, finally achieving a terrifying breakthrough in his realm.

After the breakthrough ended, he tore through space-time at the first opportunity and arrived at the Wugui Space-Time Sea.

He knew that the world-ending calamity of the heavens and myriad realms must have already erupted, and he feared arriving late and causing an irredeemable tragedy.

When he saw the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield, and the heavens retreating steadily, killing intent surged in Ye Wuque's heart.

Fortunately, he had arrived in time.

"Hum—"

Ye Wuque hovered quietly in the void, not a shred of aura leaking from his body, as ordinary as a mortal.

Yet this ordinary figure caused the entire clamorous battlefield to fall into dead silence instantly.

The seven Ominous Transcendents opposite him, who had originally been arrogant and overbearing, froze in place as if hit by an immobilization spell the moment they saw Ye Wuque's face.

Their eyes widened, their eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, their minds roaring infinitely, their pupils contracting sharply as they stared fixedly at Ye Wuque, as if they had seen the most terrifying ghost in the world.

"This is impossible!"

Xie Yijun screamed, his voice changing pitch, carrying indescribable terror:

"You... how could you still be alive! Ye... Ye Wuque!!!"

The moment the three words "Ye Wuque" fell!

This entire vast and endless battlefield area fell into extreme silence!

You could hear a pin drop!

The wind stopped, the shouting stopped, the sound of weapons clashing vanished.

Countless living beings thought they had misheard.

Ye Wuque?

That War God Ye who had been besieged by nine Transcendents, whose soul lamp had thoroughly extinguished, and who had fallen for hundreds of years?

How could he still be alive?

And with so much time having passed, how could he suddenly appear here?

But the terrified tone of the Ominous Transcendent did not seem fake.

Could it be...

Countless living beings changed color instantly, staring fixedly at that black-robed figure, eyes unblinking, fearing they would miss any detail.

"That... that really seems to be... War God Ye?!!!"

Finally, a veteran of the Heavenly Court shouted out with a trembling voice, his voice carrying a sobbing tone.

"Yes! It really is War God Ye! He didn't die! He really didn't die! It's really him!"

"Look at his eyes! His profile! Exactly the same as back then!"

"War God Ye not only didn't die! And his current strength has surged to such a terrifying degree? Heavens! He killed Xie Bajun with one finger!"

As more and more exclamations and discussions arose, the entire battlefield area erupted into a violent clamor!

Like a ten-thousand-catty boulder thrown into a calm lake, raising monstrous waves!

Ye Wuque, didn't die!

This legend they thought had died so long ago, this War God who had created countless miracles, this omnipotent world-dominating monster—he really didn't die!

He had returned!

At the darkest, most desperate moment of the heavens and myriad realms, he had returned!

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Ye Zhetian first stared blankly at that familiar figure, then erupted into a hearty, unbridled laugh.

He did not care at all about the blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth, nor the heavy injuries on his body, laughing until he doubled over, tears almost coming out.

"Wuque, Wuque, you didn't die! Hahahaha! I knew it, you wouldn't die so easily!"

"Even if it's nine Transcendents, so what? They still couldn't kill you!"

Ye Zhengrong stood to the side, his usually stern face now unable to stop his muscles from trembling.

He did not speak, but in those deep eyes, pride, excitement, agitation, and deep relief surged.

His son had never disappointed him.

That toddler who was learning to walk back then had now grown to such a point, capable of standing alone, capable of holding up the sky for the myriad races of the heavens.

"Good... good..."

Ye Zhengrong whispered, his voice slightly hoarse.

Not far away, Ye Beichen was also trembling with excitement, his eyes reddening.

The hope of the Ye Clan had returned!

The Chaos Dragon Lord, Ning Wujiu, the Supreme Sword Emperor, the Star River Blade Ancestor, and a group of veteran Transcendents also erupted with joyful light!

Nine Transcendents hadn't been able to thoroughly kill Ye Wuque; not only did he not die, but he had returned with a terrifying strength that was impossible to imagine!

And he had descended at the critical moment to save the situation!

He had even killed one of the Transcendents who had besieged him back then with one finger!

Such methods, such demeanor, were truly earth-shaking!

"Good lad... you really didn't disappoint this old man."

The Chaos Dragon Lord's hand holding the Imperial Dragon Halberd trembled slightly, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

The boulder pressing on his heart seemed to lighten by more than half at this moment.

The area of the Northern Dipper Seven Stars Array was even more excited to the extreme.

Huang Xie's True Phoenix Fire surged violently, letting out a crisp phoenix cry, tears flickering in her eyes.

Fairy Miaomiao covered her mouth, tears sliding down silently, wetting her veil.

"Young Master knew it, you lad, you wouldn't die so easily!"

Xiaosa Ge laughed loudly, and as he laughed, his eyes also reddened.

Hundreds of years of worry, hundreds of years of regret, all turned into ecstasy at this moment.

That pretty boy really had a hard life.

Jian Fengzi Ren Pingsheng gripped his long sword tightly, and a scorching light ignited in his usually cold eyes.

Those Heavenly Dao Supremes and Heavenly Prides still fighting in various areas all stopped their actions involuntarily, looking at the black-robed figure in the center of the battlefield.

After seeing Ye Wuque's back, they could not help but weep with joy!

"It's... War God! It's War God Ye! He has returned!"

"War God Ye, this creator of countless miracles! The first-generation Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court! The number one person of the young generation of the heavens and myriad realms! He has really returned! Hahahaha! The heavens and myriad realms have hope!"

In their eyes, Ye Wuque represented hope! Represented miracles!

As long as he was there, there was no hurdle that couldn't be crossed, no enemy that couldn't be defeated.

Countless soldiers of the Heavenly Court, countless living beings of the heavens and myriad realms, suddenly felt they had motivation, a backbone, and hope!

The defense line that had been on the verge of collapse actually stabilized firmly.

"Kill! Celebrate for War God Ye!"

Someone shouted, instantly igniting everyone's fighting spirit.

"Kill!!"

The heaven-shaking shouts of killing rang out again; this time, they were even louder and more impassioned than before!

The soldiers of the heavens were like they had been injected with chicken blood, charging toward the Ominous Great Army without fear of death, actually showing signs of a counterattack!