Chapter 96: World‑Shaking, Awe‑Inspiring

He clearly felt the layers of this power, just like the Chaos Force, yin‑yang force, and Reincarnation force within his body, all of which surpass ordinary strength… Supreme Power!

Creation Force!

New Supreme Power!

At this moment, it was unleashed by the youth!

Since he first entered the cultivation world and set foot in the endless Star Domain, this is his first encounter with another world‑shaking Heavenly Pride who also wields Supreme Power!

"Ye Wuque! Take my move!"

The youth spoke loudly, his expression a bit solemn.

He spread his hands in a void embrace, and the vast, mighty Creation Force crazily condensed between his palms, transforming and vanishing, as if creating a world and as if ending an epoch!

Seize Heaven and Earth's creation, invade the mysteries of Sun and Moon!

"Creation Heavenly Emperor Slash!"

He thrust both hands forward in a fierce slash!

A massive light blade of indescribable brilliance and mystery erupted across the sky; it was not mere destruction, but a terrifying will that contained both creation and termination, two extreme opposites perfectly unified!

Where the light blade passed, space was not torn but seemed to undergo an instant birth and Jiemie, turning into absolute nothingness!

This strike, far more powerful than the previous Chaos Collapse Heaven Fist, already bore the Great Power of Supreme Power!

Ye Wuque felt unprecedented pressure, yet a fiercer battle spirit burned in his eyes!

"Supreme Power… I have it too!"

Deep within his body, the Chaos Force erupted with a roar!

A grayish Chaos Qi surged out, enveloping his right fist, and a Supreme Fist intent that opens the primordial void and steadies earth, fire, water, and wind rose up!

This is a new move he created after his recent deeper comprehension of the Chaos Force, combining numerous Supreme Divine Arts!

"Chaos Dragon Emperor Fist!"

He launched a punch; atop the fist, Chaos Qi roared, subtly forming a scaly, fierce Chaos Dragon Shadow with razor claws and dragon eyes that harbored the will of Open Heaven and Split Earth!

Dragon Chant shakes the Nine Heavens, the punch force shatters myriad laws!

Rumble—!!!

The Creation Light Blade and the Chaos Dragon Fist collided violently in the void!

Instead of the imagined ultimate explosion, a strange silence emerged!

The two forces of Supreme Law eroded, collided, and annihilated each other!

In the core of the collision, light twisted, colors dazzled, and Time and Space seemed to fall into chaos, with all things alternating between growth and a return to Chaos!

Finally, the Chaos Dragon Shadow let out a earth‑shaking Dragon Chant, brutally tearing the Creation Light Blade; although it became far more illusory, it still surged forward toward the youth with unstoppable momentum!

A flash of brilliance lit the youth's eyes; he formed seals with both hands, and a layered Light Shield, condensed from Creation Force, instantly materialized before him, intertwining like the world's toughest vines, endlessly enduring and gradually wearing down the power of the Chaos Dragon Fist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Light Shield shattered dozens of layers in succession, the youth's figure swayed slightly, he stepped back half a pace, and finally nullified the residual force of that punch completely.

He lifted his head, looked at Ye Wuque, and instead of defeat his eyes blazed even hotter, his aura began to rise in layers, clearly still holding a stronger trump card yet unused, ready to pounce again.

"Xiao Jie, cease your rudeness! I asked you to welcome the guest, why are you fighting the guest?"

At that moment, a gentle yet slightly reproachful voice of Cang Bo drifted over the ruined battlefield like a spring breeze.

With the voice's arrival, the space shattered by the duel, the torn earth, and the steaming river all rapidly restored to their original state at a visible speed, as if time rewound, everything being silently smoothed out, and even the raging energy aftershocks in the air instantly subsided.

The youth, whose battle spirit had once surged to the heavens, heard the voice, and the terrifying aura around him receded like a tide, instantly reverting to the harmless cowherd boy in a red bellyband; he scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled toward the voice's direction:

"Cang Bo, it's not that… I haven't met such a formidable opponent in ages; my hands itch, hehe, my hands itch…"

Ye Wuque felt a chill in his heart and looked toward the voice.

He saw the kind‑eyed, benevolent old man in hemp robes he had met under the ancient tree earlier, now silently standing not far away, smiling warmly at them.

The old man still showed no trace of aura, yet the unfathomable method he just used—words turning into law, smoothing all battle wounds—already displayed his incomprehensible realm.

Ye Wuque immediately retracted his aura, dispelled the Imperial Golden Body, and respectfully clasped his fists in a bow:

"I, junior Ye Wuque, have seen you, elder. Earlier I sparred with this… little brother and lost composure, disturbing you, elder."

He now understood that whether the terrifying youth or this old man, both were unquestionably extraordinary beings within Red Dust Valley.

The old man Cang Bo smiled and waved, his demeanor as kindly as ever:

"No problem, no problem; the young one's blood is vigorous, sparring and exchange are commonplace. As for Ye Xiaoyou, he transcends the mundane, a dazzling talent—truly a fearsome youth; I haven't seen such a stunning young man in many years."

The youth named Xiao Jie shuffled over, his big eyes curiously scanning Ye Wuque up and down, muttering: "Hey, Ye Wuque, how did you train this flesh? And that gray power of yours seems a tad more domineering than my Creation Force…"

Ye Wuque felt a slight stir in his heart and respectfully asked Cang Bo again: "Elder Cang Bo, your divine arts are boundless, your words become law; I admire you immensely. May I ask, are you the master of this place, the Lord of Red Dust, elder?"

Cang Bo heard this and couldn't help but smile, shaking his head repeatedly:

"Ye Xiaoyou has misunderstood; I am not the Valley Master. I am merely an old servant in Red Dust Valley tasked with sweeping the courtyard and tending the flora, granted a corner by the master for cultivation. As for Xiao Jie…"

He looked affectionately at the boy beside him, "He is counted among the Valley Master's named disciples, also a mischievous child I have watched grow up."

Ye Wuque's heart stirred once more.

"An old servant? A named disciple?"

He could not fathom Cang Bo's strength at all, nor perceive his level of existence; he only felt a blank, unfathomable depth, undeniably a supreme power far beyond his imagination!

And Xiao Jie, though young, not only has a terrifying flesh but also wields Creation Force—a Supreme Power—his foundation is unfathomable, his combat strength shocking the world, yet… he is merely a named disciple of the Lord of Red Dust?!

What kind of transcendent supreme being could the Lord of Red Dust himself be?

Cang Bo seemed to read Ye Wuque's thoughts and smiled:

"Ye Xiaoyou, there is no need to be surprised. The Valley Master is a scholar of the heavens and humanity, his achievements partake in Creation, turning stone to gold, turning the mundane into the holy with ease."

"I and Xiao Jie were once merely ordinary mortals in the world—one near death, one a naïve beggar—both were casually enlightened by the Lord of Red Dust, allowing us to walk the path and attain this modest cultivation."

"Casual enlightenment… modest cultivation… Ye Wuque looked at the two before him, one unfathomable, one a dazzling talent; if these are merely modest cultivations, what of others?"

He felt a deeper awe and curiosity toward the yet‑unmet Lord of Red Dust.

This Ancient Entity, its methods have already exceeded his imagination.

"Hehe, Ye Xiaoyou, come with us."

Cang Bo turned and walked deeper into Red Dust Valley, Xiao Jie chuckled and patted the Sky‑Swallowing Demon Bull beside him, which had once again resumed its docile form, and followed after.

"The valley master, that old man, has been waiting at the Red Dust Residence for a long time."

Ye Wuque took a deep breath, suppressed the tremor and anticipation in his heart, straightened his robe, his expression respectful and solemn, stepped to follow the old and the young, heading toward the mist‑shrouded depths, the legendary Red Dust Residence, and walked slowly.