Chapter 973: Arriving at the Primordial Age

Primordial Epoch!

It is the first epoch of the Zhutian Wanjie, the source of the Space-Time River!

If the Primordial Epoch were refined, the entire Space-Time River would collapse, and all epochs would be annihilated along with it!

This guy, what ruthless methods!

"Let's go, we set out at once!"

Ye Wuque made an immediate decision, without the slightest hesitation.

"Also, only those at least at the level of Eternal Transcendence are qualified to join this battle. It involves countless epochs past and present; summon the Temporal Emperor."

Kong quickly added.

Ye Wuque nodded, instantly projected a Divine Sense toward the Ye Clan direction to convey a message to the Temporal Emperor.

Given the Temporal Emperor's cultivation, upon receiving the news he would surely rush over at once.

Sure enough, in less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, a figure in hemp robes tore through space and time.

It was the Temporal Emperor.

"Senior Shi."

Ye Wuque clasped his hands in greeting.

The Temporal Emperor gave a slight nod, his expression equally grave:

"I already know the matter, and delay is unwise; we set off at once!"

The three of them did not linger; their forms moved together, plunging into the Space-Time River.

Against the raging current, they sped toward the upstream Primordial Epoch.

The Space-Time River roared with turbulent waves, countless epoch bubbles rising and falling, living and perishing within its waters.

The three moved at extreme speed, heading upward all the way.

But barely after they had flown a short distance, a dazzling sword light suddenly erupted across the river's surface!

"Clang—!!!"

The sword's ringing sound was clear and soaring, echoing through the entire Space-Time River.

The sword light was pure and flawless, imbued with the intent of the Tai Chu, like the first ray of light that opened Heaven and split Earth.

Accompanied by a peerless pressure comparable to the Eternal Transcendence Great Perfection, the sword light gradually contracted.

From within the sword light, a white-clad swordsman slowly emerged.

The man stood tall, his white robes whiter than snow, his features refined, his eyes clear and bright as a cold pool.

A simple ancient longsword hung at his waist; his surrounding sword intent was restrained, yet gave an impression of exposed sharpness.

At this moment, his gaze toward Ye Wuque carried a hint of smile and a trace of the emotion of a long-awaited reunion…

"Hehe, Lao Ye, how could such matters be without me, Feng Caichen?"

The newcomer was none other than Feng Caichen!

He, too, did not perish in that massacre, and after Nirvana Rebirth his cultivation surged!

"Lao Feng!"

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed brightly upon seeing the newcomer, and a sincere smile spread across his face.

He flickered his form and arrived before Feng Caichen.

The two exchanged no words, giving each other a hearty embrace.

Everything was understood without words.

Back then, during the Nine Great Transcendence massacre, the two fought side by side, battling to the very last moment.

They thought it was a life-and-death parting, yet a day of reunion arrived.

"You kid, you hid well."

Ye Wuque patted his shoulder and laughed.

Feng Caichen smiled, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes:

"Lucky, didn't die."

"Drifted in the Time-Space Turbulence for years, luckily salvaged a life, and turned misfortune into blessing; the Tai Chu Sword Intent became complete."

He spoke lightly, yet the danger involved is easy to imagine.

Escaping the lethal strike of the Nine Great Transcendence and achieving a Nirvana breakthrough shows Feng Caichen's talent and resilience.

At this moment, Feng Caichen looked toward Kong and the Temporal Emperor, restrained his smile, and respectfully performed a bow:

"I, junior Feng Caichen, pay respects to the senior."

The Temporal Emperor looked at Feng Caichen, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes:

"Good kid, you've grown well."

Kong also gave a slight nod:

"Tai Chu Sword Intent, not bad."

Gaining the recognition of the two seniors leaves no doubt about Feng Caichen's strength.

The four reunited, lingered no longer, and continued upstream against the Space-Time River.

With Feng Caichen, a force of Eternal Transcendence Great Perfection, their odds increased further.

The four sped along, soon passing through the Huangxian Jiyuan.

At the epoch's entrance, a figure in blue robes stood quietly, as if having waited for a long time.

The man's features were gentle, surrounded by a mist of water vapor—it was the Primordial Water Emperor.

Seeing the four arrive, the Primordial Water Emperor slightly clasped his hands and spoke in a deep voice:

"Everyone, this battle is inevitable. I shall also lend a helping hand."

He had long sensed the disturbances in the Space‑Time River and perceived that the great calamity was imminent.

When the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact?

If the Primeval Epoch is destroyed, the Huangxian Jiyuan will have no chance of escape.

Rather than sit and await death, it is better to take the initiative and strike.

"With the senior Water Emperor's assistance, it could not be better."

Ye Wuque clasped his hands in return and gladly consented.

The Primeval Water Emperor, whose cultivation has reached the Eternal Transcendence Peak, is proficient in the water Tiandao, and his defensive and area‑attack capabilities are top‑tier.

With his addition, the team's strength increased by another point.

The five of them set out together, continuing to ascend against the current.

As they passed through more and more epochs on their way to the Primeval Epoch, the number of Epoch's Strongest who joined also grew.

Passing through the Meteor Path Epoch, a man clad in a black robe, surrounded by the aura of the Meteor Path, stepped out—he was the Meteor God Heavenly Emperor.

In the Fallen Epoch, a middle‑aged man in a tattered long robe, carrying a wine gourd on his back, laughed and joined, calling himself the Master of the Fallen Mountain.

Through the Forbidden Immortal Epoch, a massive, majestic boar radiating immortal aura snorted and flew in—it was the Forbidden Immortal Boar.

In the Evil God Epoch, a woman dressed provocatively, exuding bone‑deep charm, smiled lightly as she arrived—she was the Primordial Yin Great Emperor.

During the Mortal‑Immortal Epoch, a man in flowing white robes, with an ethereal bearing, rode a sword forward, named Jun Xianfan.

In the Raging Dragon Epoch, a muscular man with a dragon's head and a human body roared as he joined—he was the Raging Dragon Emperor.

Passing the Ten Thousand Ages Epoch, a handsome young man surrounded by the aura of ten thousand years walked slowly, called the Lord of Ten Thousand Ages.

…

One by one, the Epoch's Strongest emerged from their respective epochs and joined the war‑bound team.

Some had received a transmission from Kong, others had sensed the turbulence of the Space‑Time River and came of their own accord.

They all understood one principle—

When the lips are gone, the teeth feel the cold.

If the Primeval Epoch perishes, all epochs will face irreversible calamity.

Rather than sit and await death, it is better to gamble on a life‑or‑death battle.

The team grew like a rolling snowball, becoming ever larger.

In the end, more than five thousand Epoch's Strongest joined the team.

Majestic and vast, they ascended against the current of the Space‑Time River.

Each one possessed at least Eternal Transcendence cultivation; placed in any epoch, they would be an invincible presence that dominates a generation.

Now, five thousand of them gathered, and their momentum could literally overturn the entire Space‑Time River.

Within the team, everyone revered Ye Wuque and Kong.

With only a slight sense, they could perceive the unfathomable depth of Kong and Ye Wuque.

These two, evidently, had already taken that step, reaching power beyond Above Transcendence.

With these two leading, the others felt a bit more confidence.

Ye Wuque and Kong walked at the front of the team, one cloaked in black, the other in white; their two figures were like the Sea‑Calming Divine Needle, steadying everyone's spirit.

Feng Caichen, the Primeval Water Emperor, the Temporal Heavenly Emperor and others followed closely, their auras dense, forming a strict formation.

The journey was silent, and the atmosphere grew increasingly solemn.

Everyone knew that what awaited them ahead would be the most terrifying battle since the ages.

Victory would preserve the Zhutian; defeat would bring irreversible calamity.

There is no third path.

Finally, they reached the end of the Space‑Time River.

Primeval Epoch.

The first epoch of the Zhutian Wanjie, the source of the Space‑Time River.

The moment they stepped out of the Space‑Time River, a vast, ancient, wild aura rushed onto them.

Heaven and earth first opened, Chaos had not yet dispersed, and everywhere was saturated with primordial spiritual Qi that could not be broken down.

Massive primordial divine mountains rose within the Chaos, and the primordial Dao Rules stretched across the heavens like chains.

There was no bustling world here, no billions of living beings, only the most primal Great Power of heaven and earth, and the purest Path Origin.

At this moment, this ancient heaven and earth was shrouded in a grayish mist.

Where the mist passed, the primordial spiritual Qi was polluted, the primordial Dao Rules were corroded, and even the Chaos became murky.

At the center of heaven and earth, a humanoid, wholly enveloped in the gray mist, sat silently in a lotus posture there…