Chapter 105: The Land of Immortal Prospects
The Dragon Horse trod through the sky, its entire body flickering with flames, scales like Phoenix Blood Red Gold sparkling brilliantly, light radiating in all directions. Two dragon horns grew from its head, and its eyes glared angrily at Ye Fan.
This dragon steed was excessively proud. It charged dozens of times, its basin-sized hooves stomping directly at Ye Fan's crown, each strike shattering the heavens. From its mouth and nose, breath coiled like flood dragons, its dragon-elephant power never exhausted.
Ye Fan clicked his tongue in wonder. This Dragon Horse's strength surpassed ordinary imagination, able to contend with him. It was definitely an anomaly, a rare divine steed conceived by heaven and earth.
He estimated that the Dragon Horse's hooves could crush the moon, its power comparable to a meteor striking the earth. Trampling a Dao Cutter like the Pope to death would not be difficult, and feats like moving mountains or draining seas were useless against it.
The Dragon Horse let out another long neigh. The mane on its neck flickered like flames, its whole body flashing with red light, extraordinarily spirited. After being struck several times by Ye Fan, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of its mouth, but it was not seriously injured.
Its vitality was vigorous. As it galloped, all the mountain peaks within dozens of li were crushed to powder by its hooves, collapsing into dust. Its strength was astonishing.
It charged again. This time, as it leaped, divine light boiled over, flooding the area. The pair of dragon horns on its head clanged loudly, slashing out thousands of strands of red sword ripples, leveling the place to the ground.
Little Pine, carrying his small medicine basket on Ye Fan's shoulder, watched with wide eyes, extremely envious of such powerful strength, mumbling to himself.
Ye Fan's strikes grew heavier each time. This Dragon Horse could fully withstand his force, proving it was a rare breed unseen in the world, worthy of being called a divine fetus of heaven and earth.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, a roar came from afar. Blood energy surged on the horizon, and three beams of light shot into the sky like three blood-colored pillars supporting the heavens, piercing through the nine skies.
Ye Fan's gaze blazed. He found that three Dao Cutters had arrived. This Kunlun Immortal Vein was truly astonishing, hosting a total of four kings, which was inevitably surprising.
In the distance, sand and stones flew, and some mountain peaks were uprooted, blown into midair. Dark clouds pressed in like the bottom of a black pot.
Little Pine was frightened, his expression tense. Clutching his small medicine basket, he obediently sat on Ye Fan's shoulder, using one small claw to grab his collar, refusing to let go.
Even if four Dao Cutters attacked at once, Ye Fan did not care. In this world, the one who could harm him had not yet been born. However, things took an unexpected turn. The three ancient demon Dao Cutters were not on the same side as the Dragon Horse. Seeing it in trouble, they actually charged at it.
The Dragon Horse neighed long and loud, its flames blazing even brighter. Its whole body was red as blood, smoke and mist boiling, its mouth and nose spitting out dragon-shaped air columns.
Seeing this, Ye Fan stepped aside and did not intervene. With the four kings of the Kunlun Immortal Vein gathered, he wanted to see what would happen.
Demonic energy surged, not like gas but like a mountain range pressing down. Except for the Dao Cutters, no one could withstand it. The Golden Lion and the old Flood Dragon had long since fled without a trace.
"Moo..."
A wild ox sound rang out. A large figure, like a small mountain, golden all over, with horns on its head, charged over.
This was a Bull King. Every hair on its body shone. It was a hundred zhang tall, and its running power was astonishing. Its pair of large horns aimed at the Dragon Horse and hooked upward.
On the other side, a black ape trod on heaven and earth, its whole body rolling with black mist. It was also a hundred zhang tall, like a roaring heavenly god. In its hand, it held a long blade, dark and grim, slashing straight down.
The third creature was a Daoist. He had chosen to take human form, wearing a purple-gold crown, his face sallow, looking sickly. But he was the most terrifying, because in his hand he held a black dragon spear, emitting an aura that made one's heart pound.
This was the basis of their courage to attack. The Daoist, spear in hand, attacked the Dragon Horse from the center, making it greatly wary, forcing it to leap and dodge to deal with the three.
Ye Fan opened his heavenly eye to look at the black metal long spear in the Daoist's hand. His heart jumped. What kind of weapon was this? It even made his body feel cold.
"Dragon Horse, this spear has been activated today. You are doomed. Surrender the Fire God Cave!" the Daoist shouted. A black light surged from the spear body, piercing through the clouds.
The three Dao Cutter kings were all very strong, not weaklings. Because of the black dragon spear, the Dragon Horse was forced into a passive state, struggling to cope, facing the danger of death.
Ye Fan did not act. He watched coldly with Little Pine. The four beast kings fought within the Kunlun Immortal Vein, their battle darkening the sun and moon, dimming heaven and earth, demonic energy stretching for thousands of li.
"Buzz"
Suddenly, the black long spear shook. The world-shaking aura extinguished, returning to dimness. The black light completely converged and disappeared.
The Dragon Horse let out a long neigh. Its whole body flickered with flames, leaping and dancing. It instantly regained its strong momentum, scattering the demonic energy in all directions, revealing the bright sky once more.
As the two sides faced off, the Dragon Horse's eyes were full of disdain, extremely proud. It stared at the three beast kings, especially squinting at the sallow-faced Daoist.
The golden Bull King, the hundred-zhang-tall black giant ape, and the Daoist looked at each other, then turned and left. They had relied on the black long spear to attack, but their efforts had fallen short; the divine might had not lasted long.
The Dragon Horse counterattacked, faster than lightning. Thunder descended from all directions, flames everywhere. Under its four hooves, lightning flashed. It rode the light.
"Slap"
The divine steed was extremely fast and violent. It galloped, instantly trampling the golden Bull King, breaking its bones and tendons. Then, the dragon horns flashed, shooting out a patch of Dao marks, shaking the black giant ape until it spat blood and fell to the ground.
"Boom"
Finally, it reared up, its front hooves stomping down like the Great Emperor's seal. The Daoist met it with the black long spear, but was sent flying sideways, his tiger mouth split, blood seeping from his whole body.
Ye Fan nodded. This Dragon Horse, born of heaven and earth, was not from an ordinary womb. Against a Dao Cutter king of the same rank, it crushed them like withered grass, winning easily.
With this combat power, at the same Immortal Three realm, there was almost no enemy in the world that could suppress it. What it had feared was only the black long spear.
The Dragon Horse was full of contempt for these three beast kings. It gave the Daoist another hoof, but did not kill him. The relationship between them seemed complicated.
"Clang"
Ye Fan activated the Weapon Art, instantly seizing the black long spear. It was pitch black all over, with a true dragon coiled around it. He did not know what metal it was cast from. The spear body was heavy, weighing tens of thousands of jin. The spear tip was sharp, but dim and lusterless.
Ye Fan held it in his hand, gently swinging it, pressing out a powerful air current that pierced through the void. He thrust it hard, and dozens of li away, a large mountain was pierced and turned to ash.
Ye Fan did not feel any special Dao principles, but the weapon was clearly extraordinary. He tried to bend it, but could not break it; it was extremely sturdy.
At this point, ordinary king-level weapons could hardly harm him, and most could be easily destroyed, meaning nothing.
Except for the Dragon Horse, the three beast kings were all terrified. Seeing Ye Fan move like a heavenly god, a single spear thrust turning a great mountain dozens of li away to ash, it was the performance of a peerless expert.
The Dragon Horse sensed trouble and wanted to flee, but Ye Fan got serious. He activated the Stride Art, and in the next moment, he was sitting astride it, radiating the might of thunder.
This divine steed, born of heaven and earth, instantly exploded in anger. It had always been extremely proud; how could it bear being ridden by a man? It unleashed all kinds of divine abilities and Dao principles, its whole body emitting blazing immortal light, burning fiercely.
However, Ye Fan sat firmly on the horse's back, holding the dragon spear, as if rooted there, unmoving. All kinds of laws and secret techniques were ineffective against him.
The Dragon Horse roared. Clouds rose and fell in the sky, and the surrounding mountains trembled. It charged in fury, trampling countless divine mountains, crashing through many dragon veins, but it could not shake off the "plaster" on its back.
Ye Fan was determined to subdue this horse. Ancient books recorded that only ancient sage emperors could obtain such a divine steed, the most extraordinary, as if representing a kind of heavenly fortune. He wanted to ride it across the star domains one day.
He had just tested it; the Dragon Horse's speed was second only to the Stride Art, able to chase lightning and catch the sun, possessing extreme speed within the universe, incredibly fast.
The Dragon Horse had not yet submitted, but the three beast kings beside it were already terrified. They expressed goodwill to him, willing to gift the black dragon spear, and told him its origin.
This spear was very mysterious. It had flown in from outside the domain, plunging into the Kunlun Immortal Vein, along with a ball of Fire God Source. No one knew what divine object it was.
Ye Fan was shocked. This spear indeed had an extraordinary background. Flying in from outside the domain meant that some powerful being had been in a life-and-death battle in the starry sky, knocking the weapon away. It was most likely a saint-level divine object! No one had come to retrieve it after so many years; its original owner might be in danger.
The golden Bull King, the Ape King, the Daoist, and the Dragon Horse had originally kept their distance, even having some friendship. But in the end, they clashed over the cave dwelling formed by the Fire God Source, and conflicts often occurred afterward.
The dragon spear had been obtained by the Daoist. The Fire God Source combined with the Kunlun Immortal Vein, transforming into a strange energy, forming a cave dwelling. Cultivating inside could double one's efficiency.
Ye Fan sat astride the Dragon Horse, letting it struggle in vain. He was as steady as Mount Tai. He reached out a hand and grabbed hard. The ground rumbled, a burst of fire surged up, and a ball of dazzling divine radiance came to the surface.
"This is the Fire God Source. What exactly is it?" He stared at the liquid. It was as hot and viscous as magma. When it met spiritual energy, it could turn into strands of life-giving light, making one feel comfortable all over and accelerating cultivation.
Ye Fan unceremoniously cut off half, putting it into his cauldron. He left the other half for the three beast kings. Then he patted the Dragon Horse's head and said, "You and they are old acquaintances. Isn't this an equal split? I've taken your half for you. Come with me."
The Dragon Horse was furious, unwilling to submit. Ye Fan shook the dragon spear and thrust it forward. With a boom, a large mountain range ahead completely disappeared, turned to ash by his strike.
"You are a divine steed born of heaven and earth, but your cultivation and talent are too weak compared to me. Come with me, and you can gallop across the star domains."
The Dragon Horse was still a hundred and twenty percent unwilling, but the plaster on its back could not be shaken off. Moreover, its body was out of control, stepping forward, heading toward the place where the hope of becoming an immortal was nurtured.
Little Pine jumped in front of the Dragon Horse, took a precious medicine from his small basket, and offered it to eat, expressing goodwill. The result was that he was almost trampled to the ground by a hoof. Fortunately, the little guy was quick, leaping up with a whoosh.
Two days later, Ye Fan arrived at the deepest part and saw the pure land where the hope of becoming an immortal was nurtured. But he could no longer advance a single step, because he lacked the ninth corner of the terrain map.
Ahead, the scene was magnificent, extremely astonishing. The place nurturing the immortal could be seen.
This terrain was beyond reason, the likes of which Ye Fan had never seen in his life. There were tens of thousands of peaks, clustered together, forming a valley. Each peak looked like a dragon's head, perfectly natural!
Every dragon mouth was spitting out essence. Immortal qi was dense, rising and gathering in the valley, indescribably mysterious.
Ye Fan was stunned. At first, he thought it was man-made dragon heads, a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship. But upon closer inspection, he was shocked. This was the form of natural power.
Tens of thousands of peaks, nourished by the life essence of one ancient star after another, had themselves become spiritual, transforming into supreme treasures of the world, possessing their own divine will!
It could be said that the tens of thousands of peaks were naturally formed by heaven and earth, all dragon heads. They were the result of countless ancient stars working together to nurture them from ancient times to the present.
There were fully ten thousand dragon bodies beneath the earth's veins, with only the dragon heads raised above the surface, spitting out various heavenly and earthly essences, nourishing the immortal in the land of immortal prospects.
"Unimaginable!"
Ye Fan marveled. This terrain was truly unparalleled. Even if it did not nurture the hope of becoming an immortal in the future, these ten thousand true dragons would have to revive, all possessing divine will.
This was the hope nurtured after many ancient stars had dried up. Once these dragon heads revived, it would be the magnificent scene of ten thousand dragons soaring through the sky.
"They all spit out essence together, thus perfecting another thing, turning it into a land of immortal prospects. Truly a heaven-defying method."
Ye Fan muttered to himself, then shuddered. This method seemed to surpass the Origin Heavenly Masters, with a deeper understanding and grasp of terrain.
These dragon heads were definitely formed using nature. What kind of person could accomplish all this? In an instant, he thought of many things.
A million years ago, only one great force had this kind of energy: the Heavenly Court!
The inheritance of the Origin Heavenly Masters was very mysterious, its origin unknown. Could it be traced back to an even more ancient primeval era?
Ye Fan thought of a possibility. If the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains were being controlled by the Heavenly Court, descending on one life-bearing ancient star after another, then who had provided them with this method?
Could it be that the ancient Heavenly Court had an existence surpassing the Origin Heavenly Masters, providing them with this vision, leading to this process of nurturing immortals spanning millions of years?
Ye Fan was startled by his own thoughts. His mind wandered, making leaps of association, suddenly thinking of many things.
Later, the Emperor of the Heavenly Court died, and the divine generals of all domains fell into chaos. Naturally, all this was shelved, or rather, major problems arose.
Was the Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty the remnant force of the ancient Heavenly Court?
The next moment, Ye Fan thought of the later years of the Origin Heavenly Masters, and recalled the scene of tens of thousands of ghost soldiers borrowing the path. Could this also be related to the ancient Heavenly Court?
"This is the land of immortal prospects. I have successfully arrived here, going further than Rong Chengshi. It would be a pity to retreat now." Ye Fan's gaze was sharp.
He stared at the tens of thousands of dragon-head peaks. Giant dragons coiled, soared and intertwined, thousands upon thousands of great dragons raising their heads and neighing, all transformed from dragon qi. In the central immortal valley, it was vast and hazy, auspicious vapors spraying out, hundreds of millions of strands of various-colored rays, immortal lights shooting out one after another.
What was inside there? Ye Fan urgently wanted to see.