Chapter 986: Dark Day
A god was killed by a human. Blood rain scattered, pouring down like a torrential downpour. The god's blood seemed inexhaustible, falling without cease. Yin winds howled, stunning everyone present. They stood with mouths agape, utterly silent.
No one knew how long passed before wails and cries finally erupted. Naturally, there were devout believers here, all heartbroken and unable to believe it.
"The god is dead. How could this happen? He was killed by the demon from the Central Land. What is this world coming to?"
"How could an omnipotent god die? How could he possibly be defeated? This is all an illusion!"
No matter the era, there were always fanatical believers. Their world seemed to collapse, unable to accept this reality, unable to bear it.
Yet most others were silent and shocked, especially the elderly cultivators. Even if they had faith, they did not weep, because at a certain level, they all understood the true origins of so-called gods.
"Heavens, the demon from the Central Land has killed our god. This is a nightmare. Let us all go up and kill him!"
Some fanatical believers shouted, charging forward like madmen. However, far fewer responded than expected—less than a hundred people attacked Ye Fan.
"Boom"
Ye Fan stamped his foot, passing over them like a dark cloud. It was said that Jerusalem suppressed figures from the ancient era. Could Master have sensed such an aura? Long Yuxuan said.
Ye Fan was startled, then stood silently for a long time, sensing carefully. His powerful divine consciousness swept over every inch of land. He finally nodded and said, "That should be it. This ancient city cannot be damaged, or else great chaos might ensue."
"Master has made a major discovery. There are several ancestral artifacts lost from the Central Land over a hundred years ago here!"
On a stone platform, several ancient objects were displayed, including: fragments of the Fuxi Dragon Stele, pieces of the Nine Tripods cast by Yu the Great, and others. Some of these items were powerful magical artifacts, while others were purely ancient relics of ancestors.
Their value lay not in their power, but in their extraordinary significance. They were ancestral artifacts, and displaying them in the West was a disgrace.
"Too many Central Land artifacts are exhibited in various museums. It truly is a great shame, but these items are the most important. They must be recovered. Displaying them here is like exposing the bones of our ancestors for others to see."
They collected everything from the stone platform.
"Master, there are foundation stones from Mount Tai's altar here." Soon, they discovered a broken altar in an important place within the great hall.
"There should be more than this. There must be others. This so-called god clan strongman didn't collect much either." Ye Fan frowned. These items must be taken back. Not a single piece could be left behind—they would all be of great use to him.
"The foundation stones recording the ancient heavenly scripture are not here. No clues were found." Yan Xiaoyu said.
"Then they should be in another cave heaven and blessed land in the West. We'll have to make another trip." They emptied the place of everything.
Additionally, the group discovered many powerful magical artifacts. Some belonged to the West, some to the East. Naturally, they took them all without hesitation.
"Among them seem to be king-level weapons!"
Several disciples were overjoyed, unable to resist stroking them. Ye Fan waved his hand and told them to divide them equally, which immediately drew cheers.
Outside the magnificent hall, below the enormous stone steps, many people looked up at the divine temple, all stunned. The demon from the Central Land had plundered such a sacred place. This was truly an irreparable catastrophe.
Jerusalem was the holy city of three major religions. There was more than one divine temple and ancient monastery. The other two religions felt uneasy, worried that Ye Fan's demonic nature would erupt and cause him to plunder them as well.
"Master, the other two religions might also possess foundation stones from ancient altars. Should we go take a look?" Youwei Yu asked quietly, as this was a matter of great importance.
They had already destroyed one religion's god. The other two religions might still have gods. If war broke out, the consequences would be unpredictable.
"Any altar left by the ancestors of the Central Land must be recovered." Ye Fan said very firmly.
However, he did not want to kill excessively. He walked out of the magnificent hall, looked down at the dense crowd of figures below, then gazed toward the important sites of the other two religions. After a long time, he sat down cross-legged.
Ye Fan began to chant the "Salvation Scripture." He had obtained the complete scripture from the Numinous Treasure Sect. This scripture had boundless wonders and could also convert living people.
Many below harbored hostility. Ye Fan opened his divine consciousness, openly displaying his Dao cultivation, infusing it with the profound principles of the scripture, and began to convert the sentient beings within the holy city.
This was a wondrous technique. Before long, some fanatical believers were reduced to ordinary followers. Some were members of the Crusaders, and eventually, they were almost converted to follow him.
"Demonic scripture! This is a demonic scripture! Everyone, don't listen! Flee quickly!"
In the end, as Ye Fan preached and chanted here, a group of people fled, while many more became entranced and drawn in. He quickly obtained much important information from the devout thoughts of these people.
He activated the Weapon Art, transporting some incomplete altars from the divine temples of the other two religions, directly retrieving them without killing anyone.
Soon, the holy city was filled with peace. Half the people fled to the divine temples of their religions, seeking the gods' protection, while the other half were almost converted, devoutly sitting on the ground listening to the Dao sounds, hearing him preach. This place became a paradise.
From afar, powerful divine energy fluctuations came. Two god clan strongmen appeared from a mysterious place in the West, meeting the Crusaders from the Vatican and leading them into the holy city.
"Who dares to blaspheme against the gods?!" Heavenly might rolled forth, deafening, rumbling from afar.
These were two beams of holy light, shooting straight into the heavens. At the center of the light source stood two majestic figures, wearing crowns, looking like ancient emperors—inviolable, sacred, and infinitely dignified.
"Are these the last two god clan strongmen?" Ye Fan watched with flashing eyes. In the sky, auspicious songs rang out, holy light shone everywhere, divine clouds filled the air, as if deities had descended.
These two were slightly stronger than the god who had died. They were also kings who had severed the Dao, at the middle stage of this realm. They seemed to carry some secret treasures, emitting a dangerous aura.
Behind them was a group of Crusaders. Though not as numerous as last time, they were more powerful, with surging battle energy, ready to die.
Ye Fan said nothing. He directly took out two black arrows, gently stroked them, then drew the bow and shot them into the sky!
"Woo..."
The heavens split, the earth cracked. Ghosts wailed and gods howled, as if demon gods had emerged. The sky shattered. If not for the ancient protective formations of the holy city, it would have been destroyed, for the power of the black arrows was too great.
Ye Fan shot with all his strength. It was like two suns exploding, carrying immense divine might that shattered the heavens, collapsed the void, leaving nothing behind. Chaotic mist surged everywhere.
"Puff"
A black arrow pierced through the clouds and split the sun, shooting through one god clan strongman. He exploded on the spot, blood rain splattering, dyeing the sky red.
"Ah..."
Another scream came. The other god clan strongman could not escape disaster either. He was directly shot dead, turning into a string of blood blossoms, pouring down like a torrential rain.
Ye Fan used the black arrows to directly shoot and kill two god clan strongmen, shocking everyone present. The Crusaders who had come from afar were completely dumbfounded, forever unforgettable of this scene.
This day was destined to be a dark day. All three god clan strongmen died, forever erased from existence, never to manifest divine miracles again.
Ye Fan stood up, gazing into the distance, and said, "It's time to go to another cave heaven and blessed land of the Western Dao traditions and bring back the ancestral artifacts and divine objects of the Central Land."