# Chapter 1103: Huang Emerges
Saint Slaying!
A dreamlike yet awe-inspiring term, now a reality. The storm spread across the world, reaching every corner.
Some rejoiced, others worried. People's reactions varied greatly. After Ye Fan disappeared for over a decade, returning to accomplish such a great deed—it truly stirred up a massive uproar!
"The Human Clan's Sacred Body has grown formidable. Once he becomes a Sage, who can restrain him? He should be nipped in the bud before he can grow further..."
Among the Ancient Clan, some murmured. Ye Fan's performance filled them with deep concern. Such a brilliant battle record left people dumbfounded. How would they confront him in the future? How could they suppress him?
"Comparable to the Ruthless Person, matching the young Wu Shi, rivaling the Green Emperor—a shining pearl radiating immortal light, illuminating mountains and rivers!"
Those who favored Ye Fan offered heartfelt admiration and praise, filled with anticipation for his future. He might very well become an immortal legend.
A gentle breeze blew, leaves danced in the air, carrying the freshness of soil and the fragrance of mountain flowers. Ye Fan stood atop a peak, gazing into the distance.
Though far from the Ancient Forbidden Land, his heart remained uneasy. He felt that something terribly frightening was about to happen, and he kept facing that direction.
"Master, let's go. Stop looking. We can't change anything anyway," Ye Tong said.
Ye Fan nodded. The group departed from this place, flying into the distance until they vanished beyond the horizon.
That day, they visited many places in the Southern Domain—streets and alleys, inns, teahouses—wherever cultivators gathered, everyone talked about Ye Fan's Saint-slaying feat.
This was a hurricane that swept through the Eastern Wasteland, engulfed the Central Province, and blew toward the Southern Ridge and the Western Desert. One battle shook the mortal world.
"When the Void Emperor was young, he was no more than this..." At the Ji Family, a middle-aged man muttered to himself. Seated in a majestic, magnificent hall, his skin was bronze-colored, his eyes like lightning, exuding authority.
He was Ji Haoyue's father. His gaze turned toward the heavens, thinking of his son and daughter. If they were still by his side, what heights would they have reached? His daughter had crossed paths with Ye Fan, but now nothing could be said. He wondered if his children could ever return.
In the Central Province, within the Yin Yang Sect, a group of people sat in silence. Fourteen years had passed, and this man had returned, filling their hearts with unease.
In the Western Desert, An Miaoyi heard the news. A strange light flickered in her eyes, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips. "Can he truly be invincible in this life, breaking all obstacles with a pair of fists?"
In the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, an old man with disheveled white hair stood tall yet unable to straighten his back. His eyes were dim and lusterless, heavy with the air of twilight. He gazed into the distance and said, "My Peng'er, who could have fought him back then, died young, perishing in the Heavenly Pass set by the Peng Clan's Great Sage."
A desolate sigh escaped him. He seemed to have aged five hundred years in an instant. His eyes grew even dimmer, and turbid tears fell, tracing paths across his wrinkled face.
This was the Golden Wing Old Peng King, once a generation's Demon King. Now he was like an old man at the end of his life, his once-golden hair turned snow-white, devoid of any luster.
Suddenly, his expression froze. He stood up from a shabby little teahouse, his body staggering as he looked toward a young man on the street. His golden pupils shot out two beams of light.
"His temperament is very similar to my Peng'er—silent, taciturn, with a stubborn look on his face..."
Ahead, a young man was covered in blood, clearly having just been through a fierce battle. His face was etched with determination, his features sharp and distinct, his gaze resolute.
"Young man, what is your name?" Old Peng King approached him.
"Long Yuxuan," the young man replied.
Old Peng King trembled, reaching out a rough hand. But Long Yuxuan quickly blocked it, his eyes sharpening and his brows rising like swords.
"Good... very similar indeed. I refuse to believe that no one can pass the Heavenly Pass set by my Peng Clan's Great Sage. This old man will fulfill his final wish and go challenge it!"
In the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, Feng Huang heard about Ye Fan's Saint-slaying feat. Her five-colored mask shone brilliantly, strands of immortal radiance swirling around her body, accentuating her tall, graceful, and healthy figure, making her even more captivating.
She couldn't help but murmur to herself, "He actually slew a Saint..."
Outside the window, rain beat against the plantain leaves, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed. She stood speechless, momentarily stunned.
"Hehe..." A bone-chilling, sinister laugh came from a small world. If anyone heard it, they would surely be terrified—this was the aura of an ancient Killing Sage!
This was an ancient divine hall. The carpet was actually made from the divine skin of a Sage, while the ancient hall itself was built from the skulls of various kings, appearing white and crystalline, exuding a cold, eerie aura as if one had arrived at the Nine Netherworlds.
In the Northern Domain, the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi's eyes sparkled with light. Her bright teeth and clear eyes were radiant. Seated beneath an ancient Flat Peach tree, facing a crystalline Stone King, she learned the news and fell into a daze.
"Brother, where are you going?" At the Fire Qilin Cave, blue light flickered. The graceful, elegant, and immaculate Fire Qilin Child spoke. In the ancient cave, purple flames leaped, a Qilin lay crouched, and ancient herbs wafted their fragrance.
"It really is him. I want to go see if he has truly become this strong—slaying a Saint while on the sixth small step of the Immortal Three realm. Too illusory!" Fire Qilin Son said. His physique was tall and robust, his blue hair flying wildly.
At the Blood Phoenix Mountain, an ancient imperial prince, whose true body was concealed by Dao marks, rose to his full height. "Has he truly reached such a realm? I don't believe it. I want to fight you!"
At the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, a woman in a purple-gold battle suit, with a tall, graceful figure, gazed into the distance at the ancient coffin within the chaotic dragon nest. Then she suddenly turned around. Her beauty could topple cities and kingdoms. Her purple eyes sparkled, her skin radiated light. "He truly... slew a Saint!?"
In the Central Province, at the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion.
An old man sat in a small tavern, drinking alone, looking bleary-eyed. Yet no one dared approach him. Business was slow. Ever since everyone learned that this old man was the former Mansion Master, all disciples passing by wouldn't even dare to breathe loudly.
"Hmm, I'm really looking forward to it... the strongest trial among the stars! The Human Clan's Sacred Body is truly remarkable. Can he slay a Saint? But I'm even more anticipating the appearance of another physique. When will an Innate Sacred Body Dao Fetus be born? Who will be the strongest in history..."
At the ancient site of Yaoguang, immortal mists shot into the sky. For days now, fierce battles had raged within the Heavenly Pit, with sounds never ceasing. Ancient Sages struck together, bombarding the Bronze Immortal Hall, trying to force it open.
However, this Immortal Hall seemed to be an immortal artifact, capable of withstanding attacks from extreme ancient imperial weapons. To this day, it remained undamaged, having swallowed two Ancient Sages whose fates were unknown.
Chaos Expansion Great Sage, Golden King, and Qianlun Great Sage—these three ancient giants had witnessed the supreme might of the Battle Saint Emperor, who swept through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Yet now, facing the Bronze Hall, they could not open it.
This Bronze Hall was suppressing the entrance to the Chaotic Immortal Soil. Without moving it aside, there was no way to enter the tomb of the ancient Great Emperor.
"It seems we'll have to fight a great battle!" Chaos Expansion Great Sage said.
Qianlun nodded. The purple-gold Ten Thousand Dragon Bell shook, clattering loudly, transforming into a purple true dragon. Its radiance blazed brilliantly, splitting open the universe, causing chaos to surge!
Above the abyss, Gai Jiuyou frowned. "They haven't truly activated the ancient imperial weapons. They're worried that there might be an ancient Great Emperor's killing formation inside the Immortal Hall. Now it seems they're getting serious. They might actually be able to open it."
On the other side, the Golden Mace transformed into an eternal immortal light, illuminating the heavens, carving out a radiance that startled the ages. The aura of an ancient emperor awakened, then boiled over!
At this place, it was as if an ancient emperor was awakening. They wanted to forcibly split open the Immortal Hall, unwilling to delay any longer.
Everyone's expression turned grave. Provoked, the Immortal Hall's "Immortal" character grew even more fierce, dripping with blood. The scriptures it chanted shook the entire universe, terrifying all living beings!
"Split it open! There must be secrets related to immortality inside!" Chaos Expansion Great Sage said, his gaze blazing.
"Boom!"
Heaven and earth overturned. An ancient emperor was reborn. The purple-gold Ten Thousand Dragon Bell and the Golden Mace blazed with undying divine radiance, striking toward the Bronze Immortal Hall!
In the Southern Domain, at the Ancient Forbidden Land, the sound of iron chains shook the heavens. At first, it spread for hundreds of li, then thousands, and finally tens of thousands of li. All living beings in this region prostrated themselves in worship.
A figure stood in the void, above the abyss, firmly bound by four divine chains forged from divine gold. He struggled with force, and the Nine Sacred Mountains seemed ready to leave the ground, about to be uprooted!
This was undoubtedly terrifying. For ten thousand years, silence had reigned. Today, at dawn, the stillness was broken. The aura of an ancient Great Emperor overflowed, severing the Three Realms and Six Paths, cutting through past, present, and future.
At this moment, a soft cry issued from the Ancient Forbidden Land, like an immortal shout. It shattered the void inch by inch, blasted the vast heavens into chaos, leaving nothing behind.
Then, an extremely piercing metallic sound rang out. The four divine chains—Phoenix Blood Red Gold, God Mark Purple Gold, Immortal Tear Green Gold, Eternal Blue Gold—all snapped. A blurry figure soared into the sky!
A soft whistle shook the ages. The River of Time seemed to become chaotic, about to flow backward. The entire Southern Domain, vast beyond measure for millions of li, trembled. Everyone shivered in fear, prostrating themselves on the ground.
An instant later, the feeling vanished. All living beings felt as if they had woken from a great dream, none knowing what had happened.
On the Nine Sacred Mountains, a tall figure stood amidst the clouds, hair flying. When he turned his head for a glance, it felt like a million years. The Great Dao of Heaven itself trembled, about to collapse because of her.
Unfortunately, this stunning gaze lasted only a moment before turning into utter coldness, swallowed by black mist. It was impossible to tell whether the figure was male or female.
Four divine chains—one blazing red, one steaming purple, one shimmering green—were wrapped around his limbs respectively. No one knew how many tens of thousands of years he had been imprisoned here.
Yet his body remained ageless, untouched by the passage of time. This was nothing short of a miracle!
He gazed into the distance, then tore at the void with his bare hands. An immortal light surged, and the void split open. He stepped inside, traversing who knows how many millions of li in an instant.
Almost in the next moment, he appeared at the ancient site of Yaoguang. This was not accomplished through a Domain Gate but purely through physical movement—covering distances measured in tens of thousands of li in an instant!
"Whoosh"
Gai Jiuyou, Wei Yi, and Divine King Jiang all retreated a thousand li. Opening their Heavenly Eyes, they stared incredulously at the Heavenly Pit, their expressions shifting dramatically!
"Huang, it's her... she has emerged!" Wei Yi's lips trembled. His face was etched with sorrow, his heart filled with bitterness, his eyes brimming with grief. Old tears streamed down his face.
A tall figure, unchanging through the ages, stood above the Heavenly Pit. Within the vast mountains stretching hundreds of thousands of li, countless ferocious birds and savage beasts instantly turned to white bones. Their life energy flowed here, gathering into that person's body.
Her eyes were so cold that even an Ancient Sage would tremble upon seeing them. One glance spanned a million years. If she fixed her gaze on someone, they would experience the immortal power of the passage of time. Even a peerless prodigy would turn to white bones. (To be continued)