Chapter 967: Going to the No‑Return Realm

With a single step, Ye Wuque had already returned to the Ye Clan Territory.

The news had already reached the Ye Clan.

At this moment, in front of the Ye Clan Mountain Gate, the crowd was already packed.

Members of the Ye Clan, old and young, all came out.

Everyone looked up in anticipation, gazing at the horizon.

When that familiar Black Robe Figure appeared on the horizon, the entire Ye Clan instantly boiled with excitement.

"Young Master! The Young Master has returned!"

"Ancient Heavenly Emperor!"

"War God has returned!"

Cheers rose and fell in waves.

Countless disciples were moved to tears.

The pride of the Ye Clan, that legendary War God, truly returned!

It was not an illusion, not a dream.

Ye Wuque slowly descended and stood before the gate.

He looked at the familiar yet strange faces before him, at every blade of grass and tree of the Ye Clan, and his heart could not help but stir.

Centuries of life and death wandering, returning to his homeland again felt like another world.

Just then.

A white figure shot out from the crowd at lightning speed, carrying a fragrant breeze.

"Wuque!"

A woman's voice trembled with sobs as she leapt into Ye Wuque's arms and held him tightly.

Tears streamed down, soaking his collar.

It was Yu Jiao Xue.

Hundreds of years of worry, longing, and despair all turned into a torrent of tears at this moment.

She clutched Ye Wuque as if fearing that any slack would make him vanish again.

"Jiao Xue."

Ye Wuque gently wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the tremor of the one in his arms, his heart softened, and he said softly:

"These years, you have endured hardship."

A simple sentence, yet it expressed all his guilt and pain.

He knew that during his "fall" years, Yu Jiao Xue, alone and pregnant, had to bear the pain of losing her husband and raise a child, which was far from easy.

Yu Jiao Xue, buried in his arms, shook her head forcefully and choked out:

"Not hard... as long as you return... as long as you return..."

As long as a person remains, everything is worth it.

Behind Yu Jiao Xue, a youth clad in black‑gold battle armor hurried over.

The youth stood tall, with a handsome face and resolute eyes, almost identical to Ye Wuque in his youth.

It was their son, Ye Wushuang.

The youth stood before Ye Wuque, slightly tilting his head, looking at his father.

His eyes reddened slightly, yet he forced himself not to cry.

He inhaled deeply, straightened his back, and performed a solemn bow.

"Father!"

His voice was bright, full of youthful vigor, and tinged with barely concealed excitement.

Ye Wuque looked at Ye Wushuang, his gaze full of approval.

He could sense that Ye Wushuang now stood at the Immortal King Peak, bearing the Eight Great Extremes, with a solid foundation and a steady Dark Heart.

In just a few hundred years, achieving such a feat was truly difficult.

Especially his resolve and courage to abandon his cultivation and start anew, which was even rarer.

"Good."

Ye Wuque nodded, patted Ye Wushuang's shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"Well done."

The simple two‑word praise instantly reddened Ye Wushuang's eyes.

He had worked so hard, cultivated so painfully, just to earn his father's approval.

Now hearing those words, he felt everything was worth it.

"Father, I will certainly work hard in cultivation and soon catch up to your steps!"

Ye Wushuang lifted his head, his gaze steadfast, and said.

Ye Wuque smiled:

"Good, I am waiting."

The three of them stood together, the scene warm and beautiful.

The surrounding Ye Clan disciples, watching the scene, all showed satisfied smiles.

How wonderful.

The family finally reunited.

Ye Zhetian, Ye Beichen, Ye Taishang, Ye Zhengrong and other elders also came over.

Seeing Ye Wuque return safely, everyone felt a flood of emotions.

"Just come back, just come back."

Ye Taishang, the Supreme Ancestor, stroked his beard, his eyes reddening, and kept nodding.

Ye Zhetian laughed heartily, patting Ye Wuque's shoulder:

"Good kid! You didn't embarrass our Ye Clan!"

"Eleven Eternal Transcendents, say kill and it's killed—so domineering!"

Ye Zhengrong stood aside, looking at his son, his face full of pride.

A thousand words finally condensed into a single sentence:

"Just come back is enough."

Ye Wuque saluted each elder one by one, his demeanor respectful.

After some small talk, the group gathered around Ye Wuque's family of three and entered the Ye Clan Ancestral Land.

That day, the Ye Clan hung lanterns and streamers, held a grand banquet, celebrating Ye Wuque's return.

The whole Ye Clan was immersed in joy.

At the banquet, Ye Wuque listened to clan members recount the changes over the years, and to the bits of Ye Wushuang's growth, feeling both gratified and guilty.

He missed his child's growth, missed the years when his wife most needed his companionship.

After the banquet dispersed, Ye Wuque walked with Yu Jiao Xue and Ye Wushuang through the Ancestral Land.

Moonlight spilled down, stretching the three's shadows long.

"Wuque, this time returning, still leaving?"

Yu Jiao Xue asked softly, her tone carrying a hint of unease.

She was scared.

Afraid that just after reuniting, they'd have to part again.

Ye Wuque's steps faltered slightly, and he fell silent for a moment.

He looked at Yu Jiao Xue's worried eyes, at Ye Wushuang's expectant gaze, and let out a slight sigh.

He also wanted to stay, to live peacefully.

But he knew the matter was not yet over.

The Inauspicious Clan's old nest still existed, perhaps deeper threats remained unresolved.

Stopping now would only leave endless repercussions.

But he didn't want his wife and child to worry too much.

Ye Wuque said softly:

"There are still some matters to handle."

"But rest assured, it won't be long."

"Once I have dealt with all hidden dangers, I will return, and never leave again."

Yu Jiao Xue looked at his earnest eyes and gently nodded.

"I will wait for you."

"No matter how long, I will wait for you."

Ye Wushuang also clenched his fist and said earnestly:

"Father, you can rest assured to do your business."

"With me at home, I will protect mother and guard the Ye Clan!"

Ye Wuque looked at his sensible son and smiled with satisfaction.

"Good."

A night of warmth, left unsaid for now.

Ye Wuque did not stay in the Ye Clan long.

Only a few days later, he set out again.

Goal— the deepest part of the No Return Realm.

He knew that he must fully uncover the situation inside the No Return Realm, eliminate all threats, only then could the great calamity be considered completely ended, and the Dark Age truly saved.

Otherwise, the Inauspicious Clan would rise from the ashes, bringing even greater disaster.

Ye Wuque still went alone.

With his current combat power, the Zhutian Wanjie that could harm him are now few.

Venturing deeper into the No Return Realm, the Inauspicious Qi grew ever denser.

The deeper he went, the more sinister and bizarre the surroundings became.

The black earth stretched without horizon, the sky perpetually gray, the air reeking of sharp blood and rot.

Occasionally encountering scattered Bane Creatures along the way, Ye Wuque was too lazy to act; merely the aura radiating from him turned them into flying ash.

The path was smooth and unobstructed.

Soon, he arrived at the deepest part of the vast No Return Realm.

Here lies the Inauspicious Clan's old nest.

A colossal Black Temple rose from the Abyssal Depths, exuding ancient, evil, terrifying aura.

Around the temple, dense Black Fog swirled, obscuring its interior.

Ye Wuque faintly sensed a familiar aura.

It was the aura of emptiness!

Moreover, a more terrifying, more obscure aura clashed violently with the emptiness aura.

"Hmm?"

Ye Wuque arched an eyebrow, flashed his form, and charged into the Divine Hall.

Inside the Divine Hall, there was a hidden world.

In the vast Great Hall, battle scars were everywhere, stone pillars were broken, the ground fissured.

On the ground, dozens of corpses lay in a haphazard heap.

Each corpse exuded the aura of the Eternal Transcendent Level!

Besides these, countless Ominous High-Level corpses covered the Great Hall.

Clearly, all of these were slain by a single person.

Ye Wuque felt a slight alarm in his heart.

It seems that while he was battling those Eleven Eternal Transcendents, in the Deep of Wugui Realm, a great war was also erupting.

It was Kong who directly stormed into the Ill Omen Stronghold, and had already wiped out more than ten Eternal Transcendent Level Dark Beings!

Kong, astonishingly, single‑handedly reached the ultimate stronghold of the Inauspicious Clan!

Such daring and combat power are truly terrifying!