Chapter 1037: Campaign Against the Celestial Prince
Within this scroll painting, mountains and rivers were vivid, ancient trees grew in patches, and silver waterfalls stretched endlessly. It was a secret treasure the Celestial Prince had refined to deal with human Dao Cutters, filled with ten thousand strands of Dao energy, its spectacle magnificent.
Ye Fan stood on a green stone, looking down at the few people. Traces of Dao light flowed around his body, pressing the men before him into cold sweats, their bones creaking and shifting out of place.
"Thud, thud"
Unable to withstand the pressure, the bones in their calves nearly snapped as they all knelt there, revealing expressions of terror.
Who exactly was the person before them? Just this aura alone made them feel nearly hopeless. This was an existence comparable to an ancient imperial prince, yet he belonged to the human race.
"Why have we never seen you before?" asked the gray-haired, antlered man. He was a Dao Cutter and the only one who hadn't knelt, yet his body was convulsing.
Ye Fan stepped forward. Those on the first small step of the Dao Cutting realm posed little threat to him. As he pressed forward, the gray-haired man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Though unwilling, he collapsed.
"As a captive, you should have some awareness. I'm asking you questions, yet you turn around and ask me instead," Ye Fan said coldly.
He didn't want to waste words. Spreading out a palm, radiant light burst forth, engulfing one of the men and extracting his divine consciousness.
The others changed color. Now they had no bargaining chips to save their lives. This person before them could learn whatever he wanted directly from their sea of consciousness.
"I'm willing to tell everything!" one of them shouted in fear, truly afraid of a fate worse than death.
"Speak, I'm listening," Ye Fan said calmly.
"Do you dare? Betray the prince, and your entire clan of ten generations will be exterminated!" the gray-haired Dao Cutter bellowed.
"Slap"
Ye Fan waved his hand and sent him flying with a slap, blood splattering everywhere. The man crashed into a distant mountain, leaving a human-shaped bloodstain.
The others all changed color. A preliminary Dao Cutter was so easily defeated, like a chicken or dog before this person, sending chills down their spines.
Immediately, the remaining few prostrated themselves there, their scales fluttering open and closed—a sign of extreme terror among the ancient clans.
"Are you... an imperial son?!" one of them asked with a trembling voice.
As members of the ancient clans, they were most wary of the human ancient great emperors. Some ancient kings had speculated that imperial sons would likely appear in this world, able to stand shoulder to shoulder with ancient imperial princes.
Ye Fan revealed a cold smile, showing his true appearance. The sight stunned these people into gaping, then they couldn't help but cry out.
"The Human Sacred Body!"
"You've returned!"
Then, they were utterly terrified. Holding nothing back, they confessed everything. How could anyone provoke someone who could traverse the heavens?
In this world, death wasn't the most terrifying thing. They feared Ye Fan would make them unable to seek death, torturing their primordial spirits with extreme methods.
"You're saying the Celestial Prince spent a whole year refining those blood essences?" Ye Fan asked in surprise.
"Yes, I overheard the prince muttering to himself," one of them stammered.
A man's reputation was like a tree's shadow. Ye Fan had once slain Yuangu, cutting down ancient clan experts like harvesting wheat, their blood staining the Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range. They had been ordered to watch every cultivator entering and leaving the Jade Pool, recording those with exceptionally strong bloodline power during this period, so as not to ruin his great plan.
Several powerful figures, such as the Feather Transformation King and the Twin Kings of the Central Province, had all been watched by the Celestial Prince's men, unable to extricate themselves recently. Other king bloodlines posed no threat and wouldn't disrupt his plan.
Another person added that he was familiar with a maid who had served the Celestial Prince. She had said that every time the divine son went into seclusion, he would chant scriptures, as if trying to imprint divine scriptures into something.
Ye Fan listened to them finish, remaining silent for a long time, his eyes flickering with light as he pondered deeply.
"What exactly does he want to do? Don't you really know?"
"We don't know. We only heard a half-saint mention something about entering the Immortal Domain together, and something about immortal companions," one person said tremblingly, knowing this was the Celestial Prince's great enemy, whose return would surely stir up a storm of blood.
"Yes, the half-saint mentioned that when the path to immortality opens in the future, there will be great gains, and the divine fetus will assist the Celestial Prince."
Ye Fan's heart shook upon hearing this. A stream of pure qi surged from his head, forming another him, who stepped out of the scroll painting and vanished toward the direction of the Jade Pool Pure Land.
This was truly a terrifying matter! All he could do was inform the Jade Pool of what he knew, letting them decide and prepare. The sect wielded the Western Emperor Pagoda, giving it immense deterrent power.
Ye Fan couldn't spare their lives. These people also accepted death, asking only for a quick end. In the end, they all bled out and died.
The Dao Cutter had remained stubborn, refusing to cooperate, and now wanted to kill himself but couldn't. Ye Fan pointed, and the immortal platform at his brow ignited.
"Ah, you can't do this!" he screamed in agony.
Ye Fan observed carefully and actually obtained a crucial piece of information from his immortal platform, making even his body tremble. Five years ago, the Celestial Prince had entered the Primordial Ancient Mine!
"Did he succeed?" Ye Fan grabbed him and shouted.
"I... don't know!" This man was stubborn and unyielding.
Ye Fan had to search through his chaotic sea of consciousness, carefully seeking the truth. He discovered that the Celestial Prince had gone holding the "Divine Command" left by his father, staying away for several days. Whether he successfully entered the Primordial Ancient Mine was unknown, but he had returned alive.
This gave Ye Fan a headache. The Primordial Ancient Mine was definitely one of the most terrifying places in the world!
What lay within remained unknown to this day.
The monkey had once said his father had entered but never spoke a word about it, not even to his uncle, the Battle Victory Buddha on Mount Sumeru.
An hour later, Ye Fan appeared in Divine City. Revisiting old grounds, he felt some emotion. Years ago, as a minor cultivator, he had stirred up boundless storms here—source stone gambling battles, breaking curses—all originating from this place.
"Boom!"
At that moment, everyone in Divine City was startled, all sensing a surging blood energy, as if a demonic mountain had flown from afar and descended.
"What's happening? Is there a battle between half-saints?" Many flew into the sky, looking in one direction.
"Ah, that's... the mysterious expert who appeared at the Fire Spirit Trench!" Many exclaimed.
This area immediately fell into chaos. Countless cultivators and source stone gamblers flew into the sky, gazing toward a cluster of ancient halls.
A cultivator holding a black spear lifted a magnificent heavenly palace into the air with a single thrust, then shattered it in the sky. It was Ye Fan. He had come for no other reason than to kill. This was one of the Celestial Prince's strongholds, his foothold in Divine City.
"It really is him! The battle at the Fire Spirit Trench that day shook the world. This man wielded a black divine spear, slaughtering in all directions, forcing even the ancient clan experts to bow their heads!"
Many had seen him fight and recognized him at once. They weren't Origin Heavenly Masters, so naturally they couldn't see through his true form.
"Is the Celestial Prince here? I've come to kill you!"
Ye Fan's voice tore through the sky, echoing above Divine City like thunder, causing many ancient buildings to tremble. Many covered their ears, swaying unsteadily.
Not a single person in this area remained unchanged in expression. Who was the Celestial Prince? For so many years, he had dominated the Eastern Wasteland, overlooking the world, encountering no rivals. Except for a monkey, who dared oppose him?
But now, someone was openly declaring they would kill him. This was undoubtedly sensational. This area immediately exploded like a bomb, buzzing with noise and uproar!
At that moment, countless eyes turned to look at those palaces, all fixed on that heroic figure.
Ye Fan held his spear with one hand, entering this palace complex alone. With a sweep of his spear, twenty-eight massive palaces flew into the sky, then exploded into dust.
Everyone gasped. These palaces were inscribed with ancient formations, crisscrossed with killing light. Even ordinary Dao Cutters would spill blood stepping into them, yet now they were more fragile than paper.
The formations personally inscribed by the Celestial Prince were useless, all turned to ashes by a single spear thrust!
"Who are you, daring to cause trouble here?!" Over a dozen figures charged out of the last palace, their hair bristling with rage, scales and horns fierce, each one ferocious.
Ye Fan frowned. The Celestial Prince wasn't here, but that wasn't surprising. The so-called divine son, though invincible and powerful, was also very cautious, rarely appearing in Divine City.
"Last time, I killed a wisp of your prince's primordial spirit. He swore to exterminate my entire clan. Now I've come to kill his true body!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"Whoosh!"
This time, everyone in Divine City heard. The place boiled over completely, everyone feeling their blood race, clenching their fists. This master was too domineering!
Everyone was utterly shocked. Killing a wisp of the Celestial Prince's primordial spirit wasn't enough? He had taken the initiative to come here, intending to kill the true body as well.
The first in fourteen years!
For so many years, aside from the ancient clan's Holy Prince, this was the only human who dared to be so forceful, daring to slay the Celestial Prince!
"You speak arrogantly, daring to stir up trouble here. Leave your worthless life!" The Celestial Prince's subordinates' tempers exploded. Standing before the last great palace, they glared with fury, killing intent spreading throughout the city.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan was simple and direct. The black spear in his hand flashed coldly as he thrust forward, faster than extreme, piercing through one, then "bang" shattering him into a pile of bloody mud, blood mist rising.
The crowd was shocked, cries erupting. Who had dared such a thing in all these years? Even the Celestial Prince's servants, when abroad, made various regional overlords cautious, unwilling to provoke them, all holding themselves high and mighty.
But now, this man came alone with his spear, killing in public, decisive and ruthless, making everyone's blood boil along with him.
"If the Celestial Prince doesn't show himself, I'll fight my way across the world today, uprooting all his strongholds and killing cleanly!" Ye Fan said coldly, the black spear in his hand slanting toward the southern sky.
"You dare!" Before the great palace, the most powerful Dao Cutter among them, his expression ferocious, pointed at him. "Leave your worthless life today!"
"Hum"
The void trembled, completely distorted. The black spear in Ye Fan's hand flew out, tracing a black light, "pfft" piercing through this man, splashing a great spray of blood, carrying his body flying, "bang" embedding into the palace's plaque, nailing him dead there.
"What wouldn't I dare? Today, I'll kill all the way, erasing all his strongholds. Let's see what he can do to me!" Ye Fan said coldly.
Trickles of blood dripped from the plaque. The Dao Cutter nailed there was drenched in blood, the black spear piercing his brow, unable to move an inch!
The winds and clouds were about to rise. At the end of the month, I seek your support with ***! Calling out to my dear brothers and sisters.
.
.
.