Chapter 61: The Perfect Woman
The qilin was a legendary existence, ranked alongside the dragon, passed down only through people's words and writings since ancient times, with almost no one ever having seen one. Like the legendary dragon, only impure-blooded offspring lived in the world, often mistaken for true dragons—for example, the flood dragon. The qilin was the same; no true body manifested in the world, only bloodlines passed down from before the ancient times, similar in form but not true qilins, called qilin beasts.
Though the divine blood of these impure ancient strange beasts had long thinned, they remained immensely powerful, their strength comparable to great demons. The arrival pulled by nine qilin beasts was far too grand, leaving people utterly shaken.
"Swish, swish, swish"
Several dozen divine rainbows charged ahead as vanguards. Nine qilin-like ancient strange beasts galloped forward afterward, stopping before the Demon Emperor's tomb. The jade carriage sparkled crystal-clear, radiating myriad auspicious colors, surrounded by divine mists, truly extraordinary.
An elder from the Yaoguang Holy Land whispered, "When a major figure from the ancient aristocratic Ji Family travels, they use nine flood dragons to pull their carriage. By comparison, someone using nine qilin beasts to pull theirs must have an extraordinary transcendent status."
The strong cultivator on the Ji Family ancient war chariot smiled bitterly upon hearing this, saying, "The one who uses nine flood dragons to pull their carriage is a clan uncle of our family head. For this person's display to be so grand, even if they aren't the head of some ancient aristocratic clan, they're close to it."
The cultivators from both the Yaoguang Holy Land and the Ji Family all felt a chill of reverence, not daring to step forward and pay respects rashly. They were all intimidated by this mysterious major figure, unable to guess which divine being it was. The dozen or so women from the Yao Chi Holy Land also murmured among themselves but couldn't guess which major figure had arrived.
After the nine qilin beasts stopped, there was no movement from within the jade carriage. The major figure inside didn't come out, as if quietly waiting for something. On the other side, the enormous divine boat refined from divine jade hung in the air, not approaching, as if wary of this jade carriage.
Clearly, this was merely the prelude. More sects were arriving one after another. Without thinking, it was certain that over a thousand people would gather before dawn. Once the news fully spread, this place would boil over, and the Demon Emperor's tomb would draw the gaze of all cultivators in the Eastern Wasteland.
"The tomb of a generation's Demon Emperor appearing is far too significant. If those distant holy lands receive word, they'll surely set up 'Dao patterns' in their territories, gather 'heavenly momentum,' open 'ancient paths,' and rapidly traverse space to arrive in Yan Territory."
The Demon Emperor's tomb radiated brilliant light, and the crowd around it grew larger. From time to time, people murmured among themselves. Even knowing they couldn't seize the heavy treasures, they still came to witness a major event that would shake the Eastern Wasteland.
Ye Fan didn't look back as he walked away. There was nothing to linger over here. A long time had passed, and Pang Bo still hadn't returned. He couldn't wait any longer.
"Pang Bo, don't let anything happen..."
Ye Fan crossed mountains and ridges at great speed. Before long, he had left this ancient land far behind. He ran all the way, but even when the sky brightened, he found nothing.
Above this primeval ancient land, divine rainbows occasionally streaked across the sky. All those cultivators flew in one direction, clearly heading for the Demon Emperor's tomb.
"Where did he go? Could I have gone the wrong way..." Ye Fan pursued all the way without finding anything. But he didn't give up and continued forward. It wasn't until noon that he sensed a strange fluctuation.
"It's... the Demon Emperor's heart beating. I've found the right direction!" Ye Fan quickly chased after it, but half an hour later, he found himself back where he started, as if he had never left.
Ahead, five great mountains stood side by side, sheer and steep, like five fingers of a hand standing upright.
"What's going on..." Ye Fan was puzzled but didn't think much of it, assuming he had lost his way. He stopped, carefully identified his bearings, and chased again, believing he wouldn't circle back this time. But half an hour later, he was stunned to find himself back at the same spot.
"Why is this happening?" Returning to the starting point, Ye Fan knew something was unusual. This place was only a few hundred li from the Demon Emperor's tomb, still within the ancient land's range, as if something strange was at work.
At first, he hadn't paid attention to the surroundings. Now, looking carefully, Ye Fan was astonished. The five parallel great mountains truly resembled a deity's giant hand standing ahead, the five mountains looking exactly like five fingers.
"Could the mountains and veins here have been inscribed with 'Dao patterns,' forming some mysterious 'momentum' that disrupts perception..." Ye Fan muttered to himself, making this guess. He closed his eyes and moved purely by instinct, using his own heart to sense the powerful, vigorous beating of the Demon Emperor's heart. He didn't know how long passed before he suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy rushing toward him.
Ye Fan opened his eyes and found himself in a world of fragrant flowers and singing birds, like a sacred pure land from legend. The scenery was poetic and picturesque, extremely beautiful.
And at this moment, he could truly feel the Demon Emperor's heart beating, causing his own heart to ache sharply. It was deep within this pure land, specifically behind those several graceful peaks.
Immortal mists swirled, and some pavilions and palaces appeared faintly in the depths of the immortal mountains. Ye Fan quickly walked forward. Suddenly, he spotted a beautiful figure standing on a cliff ahead. Mist churned around her. The woman was dressed in white, holy as snow, her clothes fluttering in the wind like a fairy about to ride the wind away.
She was an extremely beautiful woman, like an orchid in an empty valley, very ethereal, possessing a serene beauty that perfectly merged with the surrounding natural scenery, as if she were part of the world's spiritual elegance.
Ye Fan had never believed in perfection in this world, but the woman on the cliff ahead gave him a flawless feeling. Not only was her face stunning enough to topple kingdoms, but her very temperament was so transcendent and otherworldly, untouched by mortal dust, that it made one feel inferior, as if all the beautiful things in the world would pale before her.
This peerlessly graceful woman appeared to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Her black hair danced lightly, her long eyelashes trembled, her eyes seemed veiled in watery mist, her red lips and jade teeth sparkled with crystalline luster, her neck was slender and delicate, her skin like ice and bones like jade, her features exquisite, her face supremely beautiful, her jade body with its hazy curves—all of it felt flawless and spotless, so perfect.
Ye Fan was a resolute and confident man, not greatly affected. After a brief moment of distraction, he quickly calmed down and strode forward.
Just then, the woman on the cliff looked toward him and smiled lightly. It was like an immortal flower blooming, extremely radiant, making even the sun in the sky lose its color.
As Ye Fan marveled at this beauty, a strange feeling rose in his heart. This woman was too unreal, like a dream or illusion, flawless and spotless, so perfect it bordered on the uncanny.
"Stop right there, or you will lose your life." A voice like heavenly music came, very pleasant, but Ye Fan felt a chill. He sensed that this perfect woman was not joking.
"Swish, swish, swish"
Sounds of breaking air came. The several great demons who had disappeared not long ago rushed out from the depths of the immortal mountains and appeared beside this woman. The golden-haired girl with wings, the old flood dragon, the robust man with scales covering his arms, and the giant with ox horns—all had pale faces, as if their vitality had been damaged. They approached this perfect woman in a lowly posture, stood respectfully, then looked at Ye Fan with murderous intent in their eyes.
"Let him... leave!"
Just then, from behind the cliff, amidst the mist-shrouded immortal mountains, came Pang Bo's voice. He seemed to be in great pain, gritting his teeth as he uttered these four words.
"Kill him and be done with it!" The old flood dragon advanced toward him.
"Boom"
Suddenly, a surging demonic aura like a vast ocean rushed over. In an instant, a figure appeared in the sky. Pang Bo's black hair whipped wildly in the wind. His entire being was like an abyss or a sea, bringing endless pressure, as heavy and imposing as ten thousand great mountains, making it hard to breathe.
At this moment, not only were Pang Bo's cheeks and forehead covered in demonic script, but his bare chest and arms were also densely packed with dragon patterns and phoenix symbols. His entire body was covered in ancient characters, green qi swirling around him, and the green light shooting from his eyes stretched dozens of meters.
"I said let him leave!" His expression was utterly cold as he stared at the old flood dragon.
The old flood dragon and the other great demons all looked at the nearly perfect girl on the cliff, as if waiting for her command. This perfect woman smiled faintly and said, "Don't hurt him. Send him away from here."
"Pang Bo..." Ye Fan shouted, staring at the figure in the sky, whose demonic aura surged like a mountain or sea. He called the name over and over. But at this moment, Pang Bo was both familiar and strange. His expression was cold as he looked toward Ye Fan, said nothing, then vanished from the sky in a flash, his demonic power like a vast ocean receding like the tide.
Then, Ye Fan felt his body lighten. The beautiful golden-haired girl with a pair of golden wings flew over lightly, bound him with a beam of light, and instantly shot into the sky with him.
Ye Fan kept shouting, "Pang Bo..."
Soon, the rushing air filled his mouth, choking off his roar. The golden-haired girl carried him at extreme speed, and only muffled, unwilling sounds could be heard from the sky as they quickly disappeared into the distance.
"Swish"
Not long after, the golden-haired girl landed with Ye Fan, set him down, and gave him a deep look. "Take care of yourself. Leave soon," she said. Then she transformed into a beam of golden light and shot into the sky.
Ye Fan roared to the heavens, "Bring Pang Bo back!" But no one answered him. The golden light vanished in an instant.
This place was only a few li from the Demon Emperor's tomb. He could clearly see the brilliant light there, an ancient palace floating and sinking in the sky, with many cultivators gathered. Ye Fan had been sent back to the primeval ruins.
The legendary November 11th, giving out benefits: sending all female readers two young boys, Ye Fan and Pang Bo. Sending all male readers two demon girls, the two that appeared in this chapter.
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