# Chapter 1082: Chaotic Ancient
The gleaming, sharp spear tip flickered with dark gold luster, with shocking bloodstains dripping down. A head was impaled upon it, black hair matted into clumps by blood.
Wang Teng's expression was ferocious, his eyes filled with endless coldness and bloodshot red, brimming with unwillingness. He emitted divine sense fluctuations, roaring fiercely: "You won't obtain the Chaotic Ancient Scripture, let alone the Ancient Emperor Scripture. Even if I die, I won't leave them for you. As for the 'Before' Secret among the Nine Secrets, I alone know it in this era. Let it be lost forever!"
He shouted and howled, his consciousness chaotic. The demonic patterns on his forehead grew increasingly clear, making him appear to have lost his human form. Dark light surged from his crown, and a strange lifeform was about to be born.
Ye Fan flicked his fingers, golden immortal light dotting the air, scattering the dark light. Thunder rumbled in his palm as he attempted to forcibly extract Wang Teng's primordial spirit to examine it.
"You are no longer the pure Wang Teng. You are a combination of your original lingering resentment and the shattered imprint of Immortal Mountain. Living like this, in such pain, is worse than death. It would be better to find release early."
Ye Fan chanted a true scripture, wanting to purify Wang Teng, at least to dissolve that mysterious imprint, which even he found somewhat unsettling.
"I am immortal... Void Great Emperor, I'm not done with you!" A beast-like roar burst from Wang Teng's mind, and his entire skull cracked.
Ye Fan was unafraid. He chanted the Salvation Scripture, not worrying about any Ancient Emperor reincarnation. If that were truly the case, Wang Teng would have been controlled long ago, not reduced to this state.
Thinking about it, it was merely a wisp of evil thought. Even a terrifying remnant spiritual imprint couldn't stir up much trouble!
"Kill, kill, kill..." Wang Teng kept roaring, emitting cold demonic sounds, displaying an indescribable secret technique.
Dark light surged from his crown, condensing into a demonic fetus. Its entire body was pitch black, with wind-thunder wings on its back, ancestral dragon horns on its head, and chaotic light under its feet—quite imposing!
"Already killed by the Void Great Emperor over a hundred thousand years ago. Just a remnant thought, not even knowing who you truly are. Perish early!" Ye Fan said coldly, chanting the Salvation Scripture. His entire body emitted immeasurable light, becoming increasingly sacred and peaceful. The black clouds immediately collapsed, continuously dissolving.
"Ah..." Wang Teng and the phantom screamed together.
"Bang"
Ye Fan was shocked. This head cracked, and he immediately extracted the primordial spirit, wanting to read through its memories. This was a priceless immortal treasure, containing an Emperor's inheritance and the marvelous techniques of the Nine Secrets.
"I won't let you have your way!" Wang Teng shouted, his entire primordial spirit exploding and burning fiercely.
Ye Fan tried to seize it, not hesitating to use a Saint Weapon to suppress it, but it was very peculiar. His primordial spirit was difficult to control, burning more and more fiercely. Even cutting and severing it wouldn't work.
"You won't get it. The 'Before' Secret cultivates the spirit. You can't control me. Hahaha... Let the Nine Secrets be lost forever, an eternal silence!"
Ye Fan exerted all his strength to prevent his spirit from extinguishing. The "Before" Secret was of great importance—it was a supreme method for cultivating the spirit, allowing one to sense danger in advance.
If not for the green immortal cauldron inside him that could obscure heavenly secrets, others might have deduced his location, and Wang Teng might have used the "Before" Secret to predict and avoid coming to intercept him.
"Hahaha... You'll never obtain the 'Before' Secret. Come to the end with me!" Wang Teng's primordial spirit turned into a blaze, disappearing inch by inch.
If a person seeks death, no one can stop them, especially something like the primordial spirit. It couldn't be restrained. Having cultivated the "Before" Secret, his primordial spirit was extremely special. Ye Fan found it hard to seal, and it almost escaped several times.
At the same time, the manifested black demonic fetus with wind-thunder wings and chaotic light under its feet also struggled, trying to escape.
Ye Fan displayed all the Nine Secrets, unleashing various marvelous techniques, suppressing it on the spot, then observing Wang Teng's primordial spirit again.
"Let it end!"
Wang Teng shouted. The demonic fetus moved in unison with him, struggling violently, then exploded with a bang.
"It's over!" Ye Fan's heart sank halfway. There were secret treasures within their primordial spirits, all exploding. Even Saint Weapons couldn't restrain them, nearly causing him severe injury.
The black arrow emitted dark light, blocking the energy storm. He only managed to intercept some remnant pieces of the primordial spirit; all the light had been annihilated.
"Hateful!"
Wang Teng's form and spirit were utterly destroyed. In Ye Fan's palm, there were only a dozen or so fragmented imprints. Careful searching yielded nothing useful—just stray thoughts.
"Return to Ancient Art, Reassemble the Sea of Consciousness!" Ye Fan moved his hands, displaying a unique secret method from the Veda Scripture.
The scattered divine sense fragments drifting in heaven and earth gathered together, but still nothing was found. He let out a long sigh, utterly helpless.
"Wait a moment. Let me try." An Miaoyi approached gracefully. The green ancient lamp on her shoulder scattered faint Buddhist light, illuminating the area and manifesting a sea of consciousness world.
"Northern Plains, in a great Gobi desert, there is a divine lake. This is the deepest memory. Nothing else beyond this." An Miaoyi said.
She used Buddhist methods to restore it, obtaining only these things, unable to trace further. The green lamp's light flickered.
"Forget it. Some things cannot be forced. Perhaps the Nine Secrets are destined to be scattered. Gathering them all will take time." Ye Fan didn't believe the "Before" Secret would truly have its inheritance severed.
"Take care!" An Miaoyi departed. In the end, they had to part ways.
Ye Fan nodded, watching her disappear at the horizon.
The golden ancient war chariot and the golden war sword were rare secret artifacts, difficult to destroy. Ye Fan couldn't even estimate their rank. These were sealed items that Wang Teng had never opened.
"I happen to lack a vehicle for travel. This is quite good." Ye Fan tossed the golden war sword onto the chariot and put them away together. This war chariot and sword were most suitable for battlefield slaughter and chaotic combat.
Ye Fan traveled through the Western Desert for half a month, visiting dozens of ancient temples. Finally, he arrived at Mount Sumeru. He didn't approach, only observing from afar.
This was a mysterious and sacred great mountain, as if cast from gold. Seen from a distance, it was dazzling, emitting great waves of immortal light.
Countless streams of faith power flowed toward it, pure and sacred, turning into beams of light, finally coalescing into countless rivers, cascading down, submerging the place.
Mount Sumeru was vast and boundless, but the faith power was even greater, covering the entire mountain range like an ocean covering the sky, vast and endless, making the mountains appear like islands.
From afar, the Great Thunderclap Monastery couldn't be seen, only the towering great mountain, tens of thousands of zhang high, piercing into the clouds. Golden and sacred, all kinds of spirit birds danced, like an immortal domain.
In the end, Ye Fan departed without ascending the mountain. Because in this place, his mind was unsettled. He didn't believe in Buddhism. Entering the mountain would be greatly harmful to his body.
The Amitabha Great Emperor was astonishing throughout the ages. If not the most mysterious Great Emperor, he was close to it. His methods defied heaven. Who knew what he had left behind? Ye Fan didn't want to get involved.
"Farewell, Western Desert!"
Ye Fan departed, stepping into a Domain Gate, crossing through the void, heading straight for the Northern Plains. He was still unwilling to give up on the "Before" Secret and the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor's ancient scripture.
The Luo Tian Wasteland was overgrown with wormwood, a desolate grassland in the northeastern part of the Northern Plains. Human traces were rare; no one had ventured deep for tens of thousands of years.
In this place, wolf packs roamed. Every moonlit night, howling could be heard.
The bright moon hung high. In the distance, a celestial wolf howled at the moon. A silver-white giant wolf, dozens of zhang tall, breathed in moonlight, howling loudly.
Ye Fan walked alone, carrying a black long spear. Along the way, he had killed many demon beasts and ghosts, arriving at this wasteland.
He was searching for a place—the Chaotic Ancient Gobi, which contained a divine lake.
"Finally arrived... just ahead."
The silver giant wolf was startled, turning into a ball of silver flame and fleeing. Ye Fan moved forward, seeing a Gobi desert hidden at the edge of the grassland.
Early morning, thin mist swirled. Deep in the Gobi, he found the divine lake, steaming with multicolored clouds, sparkling and crystalline.
An immortal crane cried out, spreading its wings to tear through the sky, rising from a cliff, turning into a beam of immortal light, flying down and landing. Its depth was hard to gauge.
"It's you... the powerful Human Sacred Body." The crane spoke human language, standing by the divine lake, its feathers white as jade, glowing with luster.
"I killed Wang Teng!" Ye Fan had long heard that an immortal crane protected Wang Teng, having saved him from the Holy Son Yao Guang back then.
"I already know. His soul lamp has extinguished. I can sense his death aura on you. Everything is already fated."
The crane sighed deeply, showing no intention of attacking.
Ye Fan gazed at this divine lake, rolling with spiritual energy, observing carefully.
The crane spoke again: "When he was young, I brought him here. He obtained the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor's inheritance. A pity, a promising seedling. After being defeated by you, the imprint of Immortal Mountain defiled his soul origin. Even if he hadn't lost to you, he was destined to achieve little."
The old crane lamented. After all, it had raised Wang Teng. Learning of his death now, it naturally couldn't help but sigh.
"I want to know, was the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor truly another incarnation of the Ruthless Great Emperor?" Ye Fan asked.
There were rumors in the world that the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor was a later incarnation of the Ruthless One, because his Self-Severing and Enlightenment Art was extremely similar to the Ruthless One's techniques.
"No." The old crane shook its head, directly denying it.
The Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor's life was full of hardships. He suffered many great defeats, lost heart many times, and was dispirited. But he had great fortune, obtaining part of the Ruthless One's techniques and part of the Void Great Emperor's techniques. Later, after a hundred defeats, he gave birth to a demonic fetus and achieved profound cultivation.
"Other Great Emperors were undefeated in life. Only the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor suffered defeat after defeat, almost losing his Dao heart, his spirit nearly collapsing by the end." The crane said.
The Chaotic Ancient broke through his cocoon, the demonic fetus matured, and finally reversed everything, defeating all his former opponents, standing alone at the peak.
The Northern Domain was vast with sparse population, having only this one Emperor in history.
The Chaotic Ancient's path to enlightenment was rough. Saying he suffered defeat after defeat seemed simple, but the process was extremely cruel. Separation by life and death, his beloved passing, relatives dying tragically, his master killed, friends all destroyed—all kinds of tragedies that outsiders could hardly understand. It was precisely because of this that after a hundred defeats, he still struggled, unwilling to yield, because his heart was unwilling. He had to fight!
"I came here. You should understand." Ye Fan said.
"If you came for the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor's inheritance, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. The underground palace is sealed. No one can open it for a thousand years, unless the Great Emperor himself arrives." The old crane said.
Ye Fan frowned, unwilling to accept it.
"I failed to find a successor for the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor. I feel guilty. In a thousand years, I will definitely choose the most outstanding successor to make up for my mistake." Saying this, the old crane spread its wings, offering a piece of ancient wood, half a foot long, to Ye Fan, saying: "This may contain the secret of the 'Before' Secret. Keep it for your contemplation. Wang Teng brought it back from the Eastern Wasteland when he was young. I don't want the Nine Secrets' inheritance to be severed."
Ye Fan accepted it, bowing solemnly. Although the old crane had raised Wang Teng, it was very fair, not shielding its shortcomings, considering the greater picture.
"This piece of blue gold that fell from the Ji Family's ancestral hall is stained with the Void Great Emperor's blood. It's extraordinary..." The old crane spread its wings, and a void appeared, revealing a piece of eerie and terrifying blue gold!