Chapter 1754: The Fan Di Ancestor
"Within the Fan Di God Realm, aside from Qianye Fantian, the most terrifying are not the Fan Kings, but the Fan Kings who have been forced into a corner."
This was what Qianye Ying'er emphasized to Yun Che and Chi Wuyue when they were preparing their assault on the Eastern Divine Region.
"Because the Fan Di inheritance is not only powerful due to the Divine Power of the Fan Gods, but also due to its soul force! It can be used to cultivate an independent Fan Soul. If they encounter a situation of certain death, they can also use the power of their Fan Soul as a medium to unleash a mutually destructive 'Fan Soul Ember'!"
"Therefore, a direct assault on the Fan Di God Realm is not a wise move. It is best to first force them into a corner, then find a suitable 'tool' to exploit the chaos. As for the tool and the right bait... we already have them ready-made."
When Qianye Ying'er had mentioned this back then, both the "tool" and the "bait" were already firmly in her mind.
"The two most difficult points are how to force the Fan Di God Realm into a corner, and... how to minimize the 'tool's' wariness while maximizing its desire."
"Rest assured, the Fan Soul Ember is the Fan Kings' final trump card. No one has ever managed to push the Fan Di God Realm to the brink, so it has never been exposed... Even the Dragon God and Nanming probably don't know about it."
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When the Eighth Fan King and the Thirteenth Fan King lunged at the Western Abyss Nether King, the other Fan Kings also turned around, using their profound energy to press down fiercely on the Western Abyss Nether King, allowing the power of the Fan Gods around them to strike their own bodies.
Under the combined pressure of the Fan Kings' auras, even someone as powerful as the Western Abyss Nether King experienced a momentary halt in his movements. The short, stout body of the Eighth Fan King wrapped tightly around him, and in the next instant, the Thirteenth Fan King, who had pounced forward, firmly grabbed hold of his right leg.
Boom!!
He let out a cold laugh as the formidable power of the Abyss Nether King exploded at point-blank range. The Eighth and Thirteenth Fan Kings spat blood, their chest bones and arm bones shattering, yet they still clung tightly to the Western Abyss Nether King's body.
And on their bodies, golden lines began to spread rapidly... The intense golden light emanating from their eyes completely drowned out their pupils.
At that moment of crisis, a chill ran down the Western Abyss Nether King's spine, and he blurted out involuntarily, "You... what are you doing!?"
The Southern Abyss Nether King also sensed the abnormal shift in their aura. He lunged forward fiercely, striking his palm toward the Eighth Fan King.
Boom!!
A deep indentation appeared on the Eighth Fan King's back, but the golden lines on his body continued to spread and shine... At the same time, the Southern Abyss Nether King's pupils constricted sharply. An intense premonition of danger from his soul forced him to retreat with all his might.
"Fan... Soul... Ember!"
With their final roar as they neared death, the bodies of the two Fan Kings were completely consumed by the thick golden light... and then they exploded violently.
Boom!!!
The golden light blazed across the sky, like a scorching sun hanging in the void.
Along with the golden light erupted a terrifying power that far exceeded the limits of the two Fan Kings, and... the miserable screams of the Western Abyss Nether King.
"...!?" Nan Wansheng looked back mid-air, his eyes filled with shock, but he did not stop his movement. Instead, he sped toward the tower at full speed.
Within the golden light, the bodies of the Eighth and Thirteenth Fan Kings turned into golden dust, while the Western Abyss Nether King's body was flung far away like a torn blood bag.
The upper half of his body was split open, his right leg completely gone, and his entire body was a mess of blood and flesh.
After all, he was one of the Four Abyss Nether Kings. At the last moment, he had unleashed his protective divine power at full force, allowing him to barely survive the Fan Soul Ember of the two Fan Kings.
The terrifyingly brilliant golden light forcefully pushed back the caught-off-guard Southern Abyss Nether King and the Six Abyss Gods, but the First and Second Fan Kings immediately rushed toward the Western Abyss Nether King. Their Fan God Divine Power, unleashed to the fullest, blasted without reservation onto his broken body.
Before the golden light had even dispersed, two more thunderous booms shook the heavens. This time, the Western Abyss Nether King couldn't even let out a scream. His broken body shattered in mid-air, blood and bones scattering everywhere.
"!!" The Nanming Divine Emperor looked back again, a deep sense of horror flashing in his eyes.
The battle had barely begun, yet it was already brutal to the extreme.
Facing the Fan Di God Realm, which was cornered and seemed easy to trample, the Nanming side had never dreamed that the Western Abyss Nether King would die in an instant!
He was one of their Four Abyss Nether Kings, one of the four tenth-rank Divine Lords who had reached the peak of the profound path, an existence second only to the Divine Emperor in the Nanming Divine Realm!
He was the absolute core that made the Nanming Divine Realm the number one realm in the Southern Region!
And yet he was dead, just like that... dead just like that!?
The Southern Abyss Nether King's pupils contracted, and the Six Abyss Gods all had twisted expressions.
Self-destructing one's profound veins is something any profound practitioner can do. It often happens when a practitioner is truly in despair.
But self-destructing one's profound veins inevitably requires channeling all the power within them, which is a particularly slow process. Therefore, it is more often a tragic act of self-annihilation. Using it to take an enemy down with you is basically impossible.
However, the self-destruction of the two Fan Kings was incredibly fast, and its power was terrifying to the point of making one's blood run cold... In an instant, it brought an Abyss Nether King to the brink of death.
"Heh... heheheh!"
The First and Second Fan Kings, who had personally executed the Western Abyss Nether King, had blood trickling from their mouths and looked pained. In their current state, every time they unleashed their full power, it was tantamount to suicide.
But they were laughing, laughter tinged with sorrow and determination.
"This is the Fan Soul Ember." Qianye Zixiao spoke from behind the Southern Abyss Nether King. "It can instantly ignite all the Fan God Divine Power using the Fan Soul. Milord Abyss Nether King must be extremely careful!"
The Southern Abyss Nether King clenched his hands, his entire body trembling.
The death of the Western Abyss Nether King... this event would surely shake the entire Southern Divine Region. For his Nanming Divine Realm, it was a loss of incalculable magnitude.
Fan Soul Ember... The divine power carried by the Fan Di God Realm actually had such a terrifying power born of despair!
Two Fan Kings with the power of ninth-rank Divine Lords had fought and killed an Abyss Nether King with the power of a tenth-rank Divine Lord in a life-or-death struggle!
"Among the Fan Di, there are no weaklings." The First Fan King straightened his torso and muttered the five words known to all in the Eastern Divine Region: "This is glory, and also a belief!"
"For the benefit and future of the Fan Di, we can retreat, we can kneel, we can endure again and again. But... we will never allow anyone to trample upon our final dignity!"
"As for him!" The First Fan King raised his hand, pointing at Qianye Zixiao: "He is not a Fan King! He is nothing but a dog!"
"..." No one noticed that deep within Qianye Zixiao's pupils, a strange, dark light was flickering chaotically.
"Heh," the Southern Abyss Nether King slowly raised his head, his earlier contempt replaced by intense rage and killing intent: "What a Fan Di God Realm. I, Nanming, have truly underestimated you."
"But you have also succeeded in ensuring... that you will die faster!"
He reached out with his hand, and space instantly collapsed. A bloody gash exploded across the chests of the First and Second Fan Kings, sending them flying backward, spraying blood.
The Southern Abyss Nether King then pounced forward, and the six Abyss Gods behind him also made their move. The power of Nanming, several times more violent than before, surged like a nightmare toward the Fan Kings, who were already trapped in a nightmare.
Sensing the death of the Western Abyss Nether King, the shock in the Nanming Divine Emperor's heart was beyond measure. But his movements only halted for an incredibly brief moment before he gritted his teeth and charged at full speed toward the tower.
Above the tower, Yun Che remained silently hidden within his concealment. As Nanming rushed toward him, Yun Che's gaze locked onto Qianye Fantian, who was behind him.
The original guards of the tower had long been poisoned to death by the Heaven-Damaging Broken Thought, leaving the area empty and devoid of any trace of Gu Zhu.
The Nanming Divine Emperor materialized the Exorcism Demonic Pickaxe in his hand and began frantically smashing it against the sealing formation of the tower.
The light of the shattered formation and the sounds of explosions rose chaotically. After several breaths, Qianye Fantian finally caught up. As soon as he landed, he fell heavily to his knees, and a torrent of poisonous blood surged from his mouth.
But immediately, he raised his head again, his gaze fixed on the Nanming Divine Emperor as his right hand trembled toward his heart.
Yun Che narrowed his eyes slightly, shifted his stance, and prepared to spring into action.
"Beneath the dark tower in the northwest of the Fan Emperor's Royal City, two old monsters are hidden." This was what Qianye Ying'er had told him back then: "One is called Qianye Wugu, and the other is called Qianye Bingzhu."
"As for their identities... Hmph, one is my grandfather, and the other is my great-grandfather. The Divine Realm must still remember their names, but no one knows they are still alive. Even within the Fan Di God Realm at the time, including myself, fewer than five people knew about it."
"Through the Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal, they obtained an extended lifespan at a special cost, and then spent their years in secluded meditation beside the Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal. Not only to become undying, but also to use its unique aura to try and peer into the realm beyond the boundary."
"When they enter seclusion, all six of their senses are sealed. If the final moment truly arrives, Qianye Fantian will definitely summon them. And to summon them, he is sure to use the Fan Soul Bell..."
The existence of the "Ancestors" was the greatest secret of the Fan Di God Realm.
Back then, before Qianye Ying'er prepared to sacrifice herself to save Qianye Fantian, she had specifically asked Gu Zhu to seal this part of her memory, to prevent Yun Che and Xia Qingyue from learning about it.
Qianye Fantian had also confirmed this with Gu Zhu... However, Gu Zhu's reply was not "sealed," but "erased."
However, this seal, which existed in Qianye Ying'er's soul sea, was easily removed by Chi Wuyue's Demon Emperor soul.
The memories of the "Ancestors" and the "Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal" had long since clearly re-emerged in her mind.
Yes, the Fan Di God Realm also had special "Ancestors," but clearly, they were far from being as "old" as the Three Yan Mo Ancestors. However, the method by which they managed to survive to this day was absolutely enough to shake the soul of every living being.
The Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal—the third greatest treasure of the ancient era, second only to the Ancestral Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Evil Infant Myriad Calamity Wheel!
And its power as a supreme treasure was immortality!
After the Fan Di God Realm obtained the Primordial Chaos Life-Death Seal, it was finally during the generation of Qianye Wugu that they found a way to touch its power of "immortality."
Yun Che's gaze was fixed on Qianye Fantian's hand. The moment he brought out the Fan Soul Bell, his profound energy would instantly erupt, snatching it away.
But Qianye Fantian seemed to suddenly think of something. His hand paused briefly over his heart, and with his other hand, he made a sweeping motion through the air, quickly setting up a barrier of isolation.
At that moment, the Fan Soul Bell appeared, releasing a golden light that filled the sky.
"..." Yun Che had no choice but to silently retreat.
Bang!!
Another loud crash. The sealing formation of the tower had already been partially destroyed by Nan Wansheng. At the same time, the Fan Soul Bell rang out with a crisp, yet terrifyingly penetrating sound.
Boom!
All the profound light of the sealing formation went out, and the tower itself suddenly split apart. A withered, aged figure flew out, charging straight at Nan Wansheng.
It was Gu Zhu.
"Heh!" Nan Wansheng's face darkened as he reached out: "It's you again, you old bastard!"
The moment he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
A white shadow flashed before his eyes, and then one... no, two vast, ocean-like, sky-overwhelming forces descended upon him from left and right.
Boom!!!
A spatial rift instantly tore open for a thousand li. Amid an indescribably thunderous roar, Nan Wansheng's figure was sent flying along the ground, plowing a trench dozens of li long. The skin on his arms was slightly torn, with beads of blood seeping out.
And when his rapidly refocusing gaze settled, there were now two pale figures standing shoulder to shoulder before him.