# Chapter 1679: Three Yan Mo Ancestors
"Heh heh... heh heh heh heh... finally, fresh food has come knocking."
These were human words, yet no one would believe they came from a human voice.
Because this voice was hoarse like inferior metal grinding, sinister like a vengeful ghost's terrible moaning while gnashing and tearing.
"An eighth-rank Divine Sovereign... could this be the Yun Che that Yan Jie's brat spoke of?"
This was another voice, equally hoarse and harsh, chilling to the soul upon hearing.
"Heheheh... Seems that's right. But to be thrown down here so quickly... heh heh heh... truly disappointing to this old ghost."
The third voice sounded like teeth grinding together, so piercing and unpleasant that it made one's heart convulse with every syllable.
And far more terrifying than these three voices were three dark pressures as vast as an ocean, as heavy as ten thousand mountains.
These were merely three naturally released dark auras, not yet fully unleashed, but enough for Yun Che to judge that the ferocity of these three auras was almost on par with Yan Tianxiao, who had just made a move.
No, two of them were even notably above him!
And Yan Tianxiao was the acknowledged first Divine Emperor of the Northern Divine Region! In the soul information Chi Wuyue had given Yun Che, it was clearly stated that her profound force cultivation was inferior to Yan Tianxiao's.
Yet here, there appeared two auras surpassing him, and another nearly equal to him.
This shocking discovery, enough to make the Northern Divine Region tremble for a long time, brought not caution to Yun Che's eyes, but... excitement blazing like raging flames.
Having inherited the Primordial Devil Blood and steeped in ancient dark Yin force for hundreds of thousands of years, these old monsters had indeed not disappointed him!
No, it should be called a pleasant surprise!
Due to racial limitations, even at their absolute peak, humans could never compare to the Dragon God Emperor Long Bai.
But among these three Yan Ancestors, the two with the strongest auras were certainly no weaker than the Eastern Domain's first Divine Emperor, Qianye Fantian, or the Southern Divine Region's first Divine Emperor, Nan Wansheng!
And the weakest one was not inferior to the Zhou Tian Divine Emperor, Zhou Xuzi!
What immense power this was!
But unfortunately, the price they paid for possessing such great power and such long lives was being trapped here forever, never seeing the light of day!
In Yun Che's eyes, they couldn't even compare to ordinary livestock, let alone Divine Emperors.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
The sound of demon bones being trampled slowly approached. Yun Che's gaze pierced through the darkness, and in his pitch-black pupils, the figures of three vengeful ghosts were reflected.
Yes, vengeful ghosts!
These three shadows were equally short, equally emaciated. Their exposed skin showed the grayish-white of ancient corpses, wrapping around bony frames. Their limbs were drier than withered branches... completely lacking any human features.
If they lay still on the ground, no one would doubt they were three long-weathered mummies.
But their moving withered legs and eyes flickering with hellish light proved they were actually living "ghosts"!
"Yan Wanchi, Yan Wanhun, Yan Wangui."
Yun Che's lips parted slightly as he softly recited the names of these Three Yan Mo Ancestors.
In the early days of the Northern Divine Region, these Three Yan Mo Ancestors had discovered the ancient Yan Mo's demon blood and Yan Mo arts, occupied the Eternal Dark Bone Sea, and established the Yan Mo Realm, which dominated the entire history of the Northern Divine Region.
Such achievements should shine for ten thousand generations.
They lived until today, yet had become this inhuman, ghostly state—how pitiful, lamentable, and laughable.
The footsteps of the three "corpse ghosts" stopped. Their expressions changed, and the too-terrifying dark pressure subtly fluctuated.
Because they had not heard their own names for far too long.
Yun Che slowly raised his hand, palm facing them, and a mass of black light shimmered: "Yun Che... you three old ghosts, carve these two characters deep into your souls."
"Because this is the name of your future master!"
His low words were like the irreversible judgment of the Heavenly Dao.
But falling into the ears of the Three Yan Ancestors, it was undoubtedly the most hilarious joke in their excessively long darkness and tedium, making their souls tremble wildly.
"Heh heh hahaha... heh hahahahahaha..."
The overlapping laughter of the three ghosts was as harsh and piercing as countless sharp blades scraping against eardrums.
They laughed wantonly, laughed wildly. Such a joke was like heavenly nectar to them, causing every withered pore on their bodies to open in comfort.
"Heh haha... There are three crazy old ghosts here, and now another little ghost even crazier than us has come in... heh haha!"
"Yun Che, that name—that's exactly the person the brats spoke of. Jie Tian Mo Di? Dark Eternal Calamity? Killing the Burning Moon Divine Emperor with one sword? Heh heh heh heh... indeed, all just mad ramblings."
"Then, whose share is this crazy brat's life force?"
"However..."
The Yan Ancestor with the strongest aura extended his hand. As his withered five fingers casually twisted, vast dark vortices churned in the surrounding space. He stared at Yun Che, his deep-set black eyes narrowing into two terrifying slits: "For a little ghost at the mere Divine Sovereign realm to still stand before us three old ghosts... there seems to be some skill involved."
"Heh heh, a crazy little brat wouldn't know the word 'fear'."
The ghostly figure in the middle stepped forward slowly. Each step stirred up dark ripples like raging waves around him: "Little ghost, we three old ghosts have lived for eight hundred and ninety thousand years, and no one has ever dared spout such laughable nonsense before us... heh heh heh, I'm almost reluctant to drain you dry right away."
His sinister grin could no longer be described as ugly or hideous. Anyone who caught sight of it would be haunted by nightmares for years.
This speaking ghost was the eldest of the Three Yan Ancestors, and also the strongest among them—Yan Wanchi.
"Eight hundred and ninety thousand years?" Yun Che also laughed. Compared to the Yan Ancestor's sinister grin, his smile was full of deep mockery and pity: "Even a jackal with broken legs can live openly under the sun."
"You three old things, inferior even to jackals, have been holed up here for over eight hundred thousand years. How pitiful and miserable. And you're actually proud of it? Hahahahaha..."
He laughed lowly, slowly shaking his head, the pity at the corners of his mouth stabbing into the eyes of the Three Yan Ancestors like poison blades: "Three of the biggest, most despicable jokes in the Northern Divine Region—no, no, in the entire history of the Divine Realm—three old stinking bugs buried in this stinking place forever unable to leave. Where do you get the face to laugh wildly in front of me, hmm?"
The Three Yan Ancestors had lived extremely long, but they had indeed lived extremely stifled and even pitiful lives. However, as the founding ancestors of the Yan Mo Realm, as tenth-rank Divine Lords possessing ultimate dark force, even if they truly lived worse than stinking bugs, who had ever dared to insult them? Who would dare to insult them!
As founding ancestors, even successive Yan Mo Divine Emperors had to treat them with utmost respect, never daring the slightest impropriety.
Possessing ultimate profound force, they logically could not be provoked by mere words.
But trapped here for hundreds of thousands of years, even the strongest spirit could never remain completely sane.
The souls of the Three Yan Ancestors were already twisted and manic beyond measure. And Yun Che's words—the greatest mockery in countless years, striking their deepest pain—were certainly enough to drive their twisted spirits to complete loss of control and madness.
"Hiss... ugh... ahhh!" The Three Yan Ancestors trembled, terrible black light emitting from their eyes, and from their mouths came strange cries that were utterly inhuman.
"Damned little ghost!" Yan Wanchi clawed his fingers and shrieked: "It seems you don't want to die too easily!"
"Heh," Yun Che's smile became even more mocking: "Just two sentences are enough to enrage you into such an ugly state. It seems calling you stinking bugs was flattering you."
"Heh aaaah!" The old ghost on the right—the second Yan Ancestor, Yan Wanhun—could no longer endure. His body suddenly lunged forward: "I'll tear him apart with my own hands!"
His thin, hunched body, when it lunged, released an aura as vast as wind and clouds changing, mountains collapsing and seas overturning.
The Primordial Devil Blood inherited by the Yan Ancestors, and the Yan Mo arts they cultivated, had established a strange connection between their lives and profound veins and this vast Eternal Dark Bone Sea—this was also the root of their immortality and indestructibility.
When their power erupted, the entire Eternal Dark Bone Sea shook, accompanied by wailing sounds like countless resentful souls and evil spirits.
Facing Yan Wanhun's lunge, Yun Che stood still, blood-colored profound energy suddenly exploding from his body.
Yan Emperor activated!
The Evil God's dark seed, the Demon Emperor's Dark Eternal Calamity... he needed no action or mental guidance; the rich dark profound force around him furiously surged into his body every single moment.
Here, his Yan Emperor could undoubtedly be maintained indefinitely!
No matter how crazy the consumption, it would never match this even crazier recovery speed.
The suddenly exploding blood energy storm startled even the Three Yan Ancestors. Yan Wanhun's form momentarily stalled, and Yun Che had already lunged forward, his fist smashing straight toward his head.
Boom!!
Although Yan Wanhun had moved first, caught off guard, he was struck by Yun Che's blow.
The strength far exceeding expectations made his body lean back, but he immediately let out an enraged shriek, the space before him violently collapsing in the explosion of darkness.
The power of a Yan Ancestor—how terrifying it was. Yun Che grunted, injured in an instant, flipping backward with a trail of blood arrows. Yan Wanhun had already torn through space, pouncing at Yun Che again like a ghostly shadow, his five claws savagely swiping down.
Rip!
Space was torn open in an instant, three huge black scars ten thousand zhang long appearing. The terrifying sight made it seem as if the entire world had been ripped into four pieces.
Pff!
Blood mist exploded from Yun Che's body, three deep furrows imprinted on him.
Boom!
Yun Che crashed heavily to the ground... but did not shatter into four pieces as the Three Yan Ancestors had thought. Instead, in the very first instant after landing, he flipped back to his feet.
"Hiss!?" Yan Wanhun halted in midair, his widened old eyes seemingly unable to believe what they saw.
But immediately, his dark gray pupils dilated dozens of times.
Yun Che stood up. The three bloody furrows on his body were all deep enough to show bone. One of them stretched from his left brow all the way to his right ribs, nearly half a zhang long.
This was the tearing force of a Yan Ancestor! Yet not only was he not torn apart, he was still sneering... and slowly reached out, lightly wiping the blood from his face.
Darkness howled around Yun Che, as if countless storms were sweeping across him.
Amid the strange storm, the terrifying bloody furrows on his body rapidly healed, and healed...
One breath... two breaths... the originally shocking bloody furrows had turned into a few light red marks.
Three breaths... even the last traces of red faded away.
Both internal and external injuries... had completely recovered as if nothing had happened.
Not even the tiniest trace could be found.