825: Chapter 826 Master and Disciple Reunite!

Dead silence.

The entire Chaos battlefield fell into a nearly eerie silence.

Only the faint sound of cracks spreading across the distant defensive barrier and the low hum of flowing Chaos Qi served as the only background noise in this stillness.

Every existence, whether it was the Immortal Domain defenders or the Black Abyss army, remained in a state where their thoughts were withdrawn and their Souls frozen.

Their gazes were locked tightly onto that figure in white, fixed upon his pristine, spotless right foot.

They were fixed in the direction where the Eternal Night Heavenly Emperor had vanished, and on the shattered trajectory that pierced through layers of Chaos.

"This... how is this possible?"

"That is a true Black Abyss Heavenly Emperor who wields the Dark Dao!"

"A supreme existence standing at the very pinnacle of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, capable of creating or destroying worlds with a single thought!"

"One of the terrifying Dominators who has suppressed the two Heavenly Emperors of the Immortal Domain for millions of years in this battlefield, plunging the entire Immortal Domain defense line into an abyss of despair!"

"But now, what has happened?"

"Kicked squarely in the face by a foot?"

"Without even a moment to react?"

"No... impossible..."

The hand of Heavenly Emperor Kuji, which had been gathering power of destruction, began to tremble slightly and uncontrollably.

His gray, defeated eyes stared fixedly at the figure in white, attempting to find any clue that could explain all of this from that seemingly ordinary yet terrifyingly profound silhouette.

The backs of Fenhai and Suiqiong were also soaked with cold sweat.

The shackles of the World-Extinguishing Domain that had originally tightly suppressed Purple Bamboo involuntarily loosened and receded layer by layer.

The terrifying aura that had shrouded the billions of miles of the barrier and brought endless destructive pressure also receded abruptly like a tide.

Below, inside and outside the defensive barrier.

After a brief silence, there was a heaven-shaking roar like a landslide or tsunami, nearly overturning the very Chaos itself!

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

"Did you see that? Did you all see that?!"

"The Eternal Night Heavenly Emperor! He was kicked flying with one kick! Kicked away with a single kick!"

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! Heaven has not forsaken our Immortal Domain!!!"

Countless Immortal Domain defenders, whether they were veterans on the barrier dying from severe wounds or Cultivators on the continent preparing to face their final moments, were all roaring like madmen.

They used every ounce of their strength to pound the remnants of the barrier beneath them, waving broken weapons, hot tears rolling down mixed with blood and filth.

That was not sadness, but the ecstatic joy of finding a way out of despair, the ultimate catharsis of a flame that had been suppressed for millions of years and nearly extinguished in hopelessness, now reignited into a raging fire that could burn the heavens!

On the other side of the high-altitude battlefield, Taichu, who was fighting alone against two newly promoted Black Abyss deputy generals and was already severely injured, felt his pressure suddenly decrease due to this shocking change.

The two Black Abyss Heavenly Emperors retreated hastily, looking toward the core of the Chaos with uncertainty and suspicion.

Taichu was able to exhale a long breath of foul air, and his mind, which had been pressed and stretched to the limit for days, suddenly relaxed.

When he saw the newcomer clearly, his aged mind was stirred by unprecedented turbulent waves.

"It's him! It's actually him!"

"The newly ascended Heavenly Emperor of the Immortal Domain whom I had inadvertently sensed, and to whom I entrusted the heavy responsibility of protecting the Immortal Domain."

"Although not long ago, the remnant soul I left in the Immortal Domain sent a message that this junior might be more powerful and mysterious than estimated."

"But who could have imagined that what he possesses is not merely the power to preserve the embers, but the great power to overturn the battle and rewrite destiny!"

Purple Bamboo also fixed his eyes on Gu Changge, a flash of shock and hope flickering in his gaze.

Suddenly, a faint wisp of aura, so weak it was almost imperceptible, drifted into his nearly exhausted perception.

"This aura, why is it inexplicably familiar?"

Purple Bamboo's broken Dao Heart trembled violently.

He forcibly gathered his last trace of clear Divine Thought, struggling to cast it toward the profile of the figure in white.

"This aura, this silhouette, it seems..."

"No, impossible!"

Purple Bamboo almost immediately denied that absurd thought in his heart, one he found ridiculous himself.

"That youth..."

"That Mortal child in a remote Lower Realm called the Xuanhuang Great World, in a corner of the Eastern Region, who had nearly died innocently due to the aftermath of my Clone fighting a powerful enemy."

"At that time, I couldn't bear it, and because the battle was caused by me, I felt a trace of guilt, so I spent a huge amount of mana to reshape his vitality and brought him back to Zizhu Peak."

"Back then, I just casually threw him a few volumes of the most basic cultivation techniques and gave him a few random pointers before leaving in a hurry due to urgent matters."

"What was that child's name again? It seems... it was Gu Changge?"

"A name as ordinary as it gets, one you could find by the handful in the Lower Realm."

"But the person before me is a supreme existence who treads upon the Heavens and kicks away a Heavenly Emperor with a single foot!"

"Between the two lies a distance even further than the endless Chaos Sea; it is the difference between a speck of dust and a galaxy."

His gaze subconsciously swept across the camp behind Gu Changge, seeing those familiar figures once again: Xuan Yangzi, Great Ancestor, Second Ancestor...

"Is it an illusion, or is it really them?"

Purple Bamboo shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off this unrealistic thought.

However, at this moment, a calm voice, seemingly containing the power to smooth over all wounds of time and space, rang clearly in his ears and across this silent battlefield:

"Revered Master!"

Purple Bamboo's body shook violently, as if struck by invisible Chaos Divine Thunder, and he suddenly opened his eyes!

"This voice, this tone...!?"

"Boom!!!"

At this moment, Purple Bamboo's Dao Heart was struck head-on as if by billions of Chaos Divine Thunders capable of splitting the heavens and earth!

His broken Imperial body trembled uncontrollably; this was an instinctive shudder originating from the depths of his Soul, his perception completely overturned.

He stared fixedly at the figure in white. It was him!

"It really is him!"

"The Disciple he had almost forgotten in the dusty corners of his long years of battle, whom he had never even formally taught."

"Gu Changge!"

"But... how is this possible!?"

"How much time has passed?"

Although he was focused on the war and had no specific perception of time.

But from then until now, it has been at most twenty or thirty years.

"Only twenty years have passed! Such a short time is but the snap of a finger!"

"How could that child appear here? And in this way!?"

Purple Bamboo's Dao Heart roared; all past principles of cultivation, all understanding of time, space, and power, were crushed into powder at this moment.

He even subconsciously lowered his head to look at his own tattered, Emperor Blood-stained robes, then looked up again at that pristine, ethereal figure in white.

A huge, indescribable sense of absurdity completely swallowed him.

"Chang... Changge..."

Purple Bamboo's lips quivered, his voice dry and hoarse, trembling with disbelief as he struggled to call out the name he had not thought of for so long due to years of battle.

Gu Changge's gaze fell upon his Revered Master, whose half-body was nearly disintegrated and whose Origin was exhausted.

Watching the Imperial Dao wounds on Purple Bamboo's body, entwined with destructive Dao laws, looking at that Origin which was at the end of its rope, held together only by an unyielding will.

Deep in his eyes, a distant memory of the past flashed by, along with an indescribable ache in his heart.

"Revered Master, I am late..."

Purple Bamboo's lips moved; after that dry "Changge," there was a longer, near-speechless tremor.

Fragments of past memories collided violently with the irrefutable reality before him, shaking the resilient Dao Heart he had honed through millions of years of battle.

He saw the fleeting, crystal-clear heartache in Gu Changge's eyes—it was not the pity of the strong for the weak, but the concern of a Disciple for his Revered Master.

"Not late!"

Purple Bamboo finally regained his voice, hoarse but carrying a strange, relieved lightness.

His blood-stained face even twitched with difficulty, as if trying to smile, but only causing the blood and filth to crack.

"You have come at exactly the right time!"

He no longer pondered "why" or "how is it possible"; now was not the time.

The person before him was his Disciple, Gu Changge; that was enough.

This realization was more effective than any sacred healing medicine at stabilizing his Dao Heart and Divine Soul, which were on the verge of collapse.

Gu Changge said no more; he joined his fingers into a sword shape and gently pointed at the center of Purple Bamboo's brow from a distance.

A wisp of warm, clear light, containing the vast vitality of creation, flowed from his fingertips and into Purple Bamboo's body.

"Revered Master, rest for now and stabilize your injuries."

Purple Bamboo's body gave a slight jolt. As the light entered his body, in a way he could not understand, it instantly smoothed over the most dangerous cracks in his dao foundation and curbed the continued disintegration of his Origin.

Although he was still far from recovery, the fatal crisis of being on the verge of collapse and exhaustion was forcibly reversed and stabilized by this gentle touch!

Subsequently, Gu Changge's gaze shifted; that touch of gentleness and reminiscence vanished instantly, returning to the calm of a deep pool as he looked toward the battlefield.

This glance was like pouring ice water into boiling oil, instantly breaking the battlefield atmosphere that had been briefly frozen by the reunion of Revered Master and Disciple.

"Ma... Revered Master!?"

"Purple Bamboo is that Senior in white's Revered Master!?"

"My Dao Ancestor, this, this..."

However, everyone's astonishment was soon interrupted by a shrill, furious roar filled with endless humiliation and a desire for destruction.

"Roar!!!"

At the end of the Chaos, in the void shattered by the Eternal Night Heavenly Emperor, endless darkness surged back and condensed like boiling ink!

A figure stood up once again amidst the nearly collapsed structure of Chaos.

The Eternal Night Heavenly Emperor had returned.