Star Trace Gate

Chapter 928 The Great Battle Ends, Zhao Mi Emerges from Seclusion

The three beams of devouring immortal light were protective artifacts left by the former master of the Void to his eldest son, Huang Qi. They certainly cannot solve all troubles, nor can they eliminate all the greedy people in the world, but they can grant a third-rank wild dog the qualification to briefly inquire about the supreme Void when it is in dire straits.

A beam of divine light appeared, all laws fell silent in fear, and endless gray mist surged out from the Divine Tomb and Immortal Palace, then poured into Ren Ye's body.

The aura of the old master's great Dao is reviving, rising beneath this fallen galaxy, illuminating both the past and present.

Not far away, when Wu Zhengfeng saw this scene, it was the first time he could truly "look at" that third-rank wild dog. To him, the conflict between the four clans tonight was essentially a struggle for lineage and class, and Ren Ye, who was at the center of the storm, was merely a trigger for the conflict. As for his past and his future, those were not the most important things.

But at this moment, Wu Zhengfeng sensed the rising aura of the old master within Ren Ye's body. Seeing the gray mist surging and merging with the entire illusory divine tomb, he truly understood the terror of the old master's inheritance and personally experienced what it meant to devour the heavens and destroy the earth, and for all laws to fear it; what it meant to seal eternity with one's own power.

“Old Qian is right… The legacy of my former master is the great path that can reverse the past, present, and future, and open up new paths.” Wu Zhengfeng stared blankly at Ren Ye and said softly, “And this great path can only truly reach the other shore in the hands of the Huang family’s descendants…!”

"Li Taishan is truly a clever man. From tonight onwards, the rise of the Li clan will likely be unstoppable...!"

He murmured softly, his heart filled with shock and emotion.

On the Nine Netherworld Bridge, the hundreds of Sun family members who intended to intercept and kill Ren Ye saw the Devouring Heaven Immortal Light surging and the old master's Great Dao aura reviving. Their eyes were filled with fear, and they chose to scatter and flee without hesitation.

"He... he actually found the original eyes in the tomb, reunited the inheritance, and revived the path of the old master... It's over, I'm afraid my Sun family really has no chance." An elder of the Sun family said, his eyes filled with despair.

"Run! That heaven-devouring light must be a protective artifact left to him by the former master. We are no match for it."

"He hasn't even arrived yet, but I can already feel my life force waning. Everyone, do not approach that divine light, or your entire cultivation, life force, and soul will become his nourishment!"

"...!"

The shouts blended together, and the Sun family was terrified. In just a moment, they made way for Ren Ye, clearing a quiet and deserted path.

Everyone knew that the Heaven-Devouring Immortal Light could not possibly exist in the world forever, much less kill everyone here, but they were still afraid in their hearts, and no one wanted to become a sacrifice or cannon fodder for the temporary brilliance of that immortal light.

At this moment, the entire illusory divine tomb was utterly silent. All eyes were fixed on Ren Ye, sensing the Dao intent of their former master, their hearts filled with profound awe. Even Sun Michen stared blankly at the celestial light, his eyes filled with longing and obsession…

"boom!!"

Little Bad King had no time to pay attention to the stares of those around him. He was extremely anxious as he flew down from the Divine Tomb Mountain and plunged alone into the Nine Netherworlds.

He knew very well that tonight's events were not yet settled, and the Zhao family's decision to collectively jump into the Netherworld at this time must have been part of their own scheme. As their mortal enemies, the more they wanted to do something, the less he could allow them to succeed...

Zhao Haochen, that bastard, has been plotting against me in secret and has pushed me into a desperate situation several times. If I let him get away now, it would be absolutely unacceptable for the vengeful little rascal.

If we capture him alive, we'll have one more trump card in our hand!

We must take him down, even if it means using the other two beams of immortal light!

"Whoosh...!"

He leaped into the Netherworld, plummeting rapidly. Before his eyes was an endless, dense aura of darkness, and in his ears was the howling wind.

The rising aura of Dao's demise dispelled the overwhelming Yin energy, giving him the means to venture deeper into this ominous place. At the same time, he also sensed the Devouring Immortal Light between his brows rapidly disappearing, lasting no more than a minute.

A single beam of celestial light could mobilize all the gray mist in the Divine Tomb, drawing it into itself, and could even merge with the entire Celestial Palace. Such an astonishing phenomenon undoubtedly required an enormous amount of "energy." Therefore, celestial light could not exist for long, a fact he had long anticipated.

Just one minute?

That should be enough...

Little Bad King really didn't want to use the other two beams of immortal light anymore, because he was afraid that if there were any further changes, he would completely lose his trump card to turn the tide.

We need to think of a way to delay Zhao Haochen a little...

His body plummeted through the netherworld like a meteor, and he could vaguely see the Zhao family members flying downwards. Then he roared, "Zhao Haochen, you went to so much trouble, framing others and fabricating evidence, only to end up... leading your entire clan, young and old, to jump off a cliff and die?!"

Are all members of your family athletes skilled in high jump?

"Where is your strategy? Where is your courage? Where is your ability to plan and win battles from afar?! Why are you now like a rat in a dark alley, tucking your tail between your legs and fleeing in a sorry state in front of me, a lowly stray dog?"

"Is this the demeanor of the young master of the number one clan in Illusion Village? I've been disemboweled every day but I've never given up fighting for the Dao, and you have so many people protecting you, yet you don't even dare to look at me?!"

"You're a complete piece of trash!"

As Ren flew rapidly downwards, he hurled insults, each word piercing the heart.

At the same time, he continued to sense the two terrifying auras deep within the Nine Netherworlds, and the closer he got, the stronger the feeling of impending death became.

He didn't know what those two terrifying auras deep in the Netherworld were, nor did he know if they really existed, but the feeling those two auras gave him was that getting close would mean certain death.

Or rather, those two terrifying auras were comparable to the Heavenly Eye in the secret realm; or they were simply supreme beings evolved by the Heavenly Dao here. In any case, they were far beyond what travelers and remnant souls here could contend with.

Normally, Ren would never have approached such a dangerous situation, but fortunately, he now possesses the aura of Dao Fall. Although the two auras sensed him, they did not show any hostility or intent to attack.

Below the Nine Netherworld, Zhao Haochen listened to Ren Ye's insults and was furious. He bowed several times, wanting to turn around and fight him to the death, but in the end, his remaining rationality suppressed him.

He knew very well that Ren was just trying to provoke him and force him to fight back.

"Young Master Zhao, you always put on this act of being magnanimous and humble. Where the hell did you learn that from?"

"Could it be your mother? Pretending to be gentle and charming, with exquisite skills, that's how she captivated Chief Zhao's heart, stood out among the concubines, and gained favor in bed, thus giving birth to a hypocrite like you!" As everyone knows, while Little Bad King is skilled in verbal sparring, he's not good at insults, so he's completely mimicking Old Liu's tone and mannerisms, relentlessly attacking the other's soul: "Your mother is indeed clever…!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Haochen, who was already feeling incredibly frustrated, completely broke down: "You mere stray dog, if it weren't for the help of a few scoundrels, would you even dare to challenge me?!"

"boom!"

He suddenly unleashed his aura, raised his hand and summoned a gleaming longsword, then turned upwards, ready to meet the divine light in battle.

"Chen'er, don't let him provoke you. He has the power to devour immortal light to protect him. He just wants you to turn back now...!" Yang Huanzhen raised her right arm, her sleeve flashing across the air, binding her grandson's body and forcibly pulling him down: "As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. Hurry up and go!"

"Grandpa, I...!"

Zhao Haochen stared wide-eyed, his face turning ashen with rage, and his whole body trembling.

At that moment, Ren Ye stared sharply at Zhao Haochen, noticing that the other was still several miles away. Then, he pointed his sword finger at his brow and shouted, "Fall!"

"brush!"

The celestial light surging between his brows suddenly burst forth, illuminating a beam in the Nine Netherworlds, and instantly enveloping Zhao Haochen's physical body.

At the same time, endless gray mist surged from the Little Bad King's dark and bright eyes, flowing down with the immortal light like a surging river.

Suddenly, Zhao Haochen, who was about to draw his sword, felt as if he had been thrown into a swamp.

He sensed that his physical body was as if it were imprisoned, unable to move, and that his vital energy and spirit were rapidly declining.

“Wanla… This former master’s immortal light, though consumed by endless years, is still beyond my ability to contend with…!” Zhao Haochen was immediately filled with a sense of despair.

"Elders, protect my Zhao family's eldest son!!" Yang Huanzhen roared without hesitation, trying his best to raise his aura and rescue his grandson from the mud.

"Boom boom boom...!!"

Dozens of clan elders who had already fled far away turned back without hesitation after seeing Zhao Haochen imprisoned by a beam of immortal light. They each raised their auras, wanting to create a free space for him and rescue him from his predicament.

Unexpectedly, the dazzling spiritual energy barrier erected by these dozens of elders froze instantly under the gaze of Ren Ye's original eyes and the surging gray mist.

Everyone seemed to have been acupunctured, their bodies stiff as they floated in the Netherworld, unable to break free from that beam of immortal light. Their blood, spiritual power, and soul were rapidly decaying within the gray mist.

"Grandpa...!" Zhao Haochen looked at Yang Huanzhen, seeing his skin and flesh withered and his blood surging in the gray mist, but he was powerless to do anything.

In just a moment, Yang Huanzhen seemed to have aged hundreds of years, her white hair falling out in all directions.

"Whoosh!!"

Ren was certain he would not give the Zhao family any more chances, and he could already sense that his beam of immortal light was about to dissipate. Therefore, he simply followed the gray mist and rushed down, raising his right fist in mid-air.

"Zhao Haochen!!! Since you like my former master's legacy so much, why not let your cultivation become part of my Three Thousand Secret Treasures!!" Ren Ye's eyes were sharp as he descended from the gray mist, standing high above Zhao Haochen and unleashing the punch that annihilated all laws.

"Bang!!"

A punch landed heavily on Zhao Haochen's abdomen.

The fist's force was fierce, accompanied by a gray mist that devoured everything, and instantly entered Young Master Zhao's dantian.

"Hurrah!"

In an instant, Zhao Haochen felt endless gray light surging within his abdomen, like a giant mouth slowly swallowing his entire star core.

"Crack...crack...!"

A series of cracking and shattering sounds rang out.

Zhao Haochen stared at Ren Ye with despair in his eyes and roared unwillingly, "Without the Eyes of Origin, your talent as a stray dog ​​is not even one ten-thousandth of mine! What makes you think you can inherit the Great Dao of the old master! The struggle between families is nothing more than the pursuit of profit, so how can there be any fairness?! Hypocrisy, even this dog-eat-dog world has become so hypocritical!"

"Bang, bang bang...!"

Amidst his unwilling roar, the star core within his abdomen shattered completely, turning into endless stardust that merged into the gray mist, leaving him utterly ruined.

"Your scheme failed, so now you're saying the world is unfair and full of hypocrisy?! Damn you, you think you can talk the talk?!" Ren was so angry he could grind his teeth, and he punched the other man's mouth and nose repeatedly: "Shut up, give me a good shove!"

"Pfft, pfft pfft...!"