Chapter 1105: One Battle Chills the World
The Desolate One entered the celestial pit, a disaster that even ancient saints could not bear. Two ancient imperial weapons were sent flying.
The only thing worth celebrating was that the divine spirits within the Golden Mace and the Ten Thousand Dragon Bell had awakened and rushed back from beyond the domain on their own; otherwise, the two imperial clans might have lost their immortal weapons.
Even so, no one could change anything. For them, there was only one word now: flee!
The ancient tomb of a human Great Emperor could not be touched, must not be touched. First, the Bronze Immortal Hall had guarded this place, and now a being nearly comparable to the Imperial Realm had arrived, causing them heavy losses.
"Pfft!"
Cracks appeared on the brows of some ancient saints, blood trickled down, their life force leaked rapidly, and the fire of their primordial spirits was about to extinguish. They became listless, as if they had aged thousands of years in an instant.
"Ah..."
Screams of agony rang out. Once the Desolate One approached, even the mighty ancient saints could not withstand it. Their bodies aged, heading toward the end of their lives.
In the distant sky, goosebumps rose on Ye Fan's skin, and all the hairs on his body stood on end. What kind of realm was this? Entering alone among a group of ancient saints, causing them to fall one after another.
"Kill!"
An ancient saint shouted, but a palm descended from the sky, crushing him into a meat patty. Then his essence dissipated, and both body and spirit were destroyed.
A few possessed legendary saint weapons, but they were like torn cloth and rotten paper. The Desolate One lightly brushed them, and they turned to dust. Before her, these people were less than three-year-old children, truly ants and insects.
"Leave!"
The Great Sage Qianlun, the Golden King, and the Great Sage Huntuo held the ancient imperial weapons and broke out of the encirclement, unwilling to stay a moment longer. Even if the Immortal Elixir of Immortality were left in the great tomb, they would not want it now.
"Clang!"
The Golden Mace and the Ten Thousand Dragon Bell resonated together, finally cutting through the black mist and opening a path of escape. The three fled in disarray, with only four Saint Kings following behind.
The rest let out a chorus of screams. The Desolate One slapped down, turning them all into mud, their essence dissipating into dust, not a single one remaining.
The celestial pit fell silent. Except for the seven who escaped, all the ancient saints in this group had died. For the ancient clans, this was a tremendous loss.
In such a short time, one person had descended from the sky and slaughtered so many experts. Only she remained here, standing alone and desolate, facing the Bronze Immortal Hall.
For many days, the Southern Domain had been in an uproar. Both ancient clans and human cultivators had focused on this great tomb, drawing the attention of the entire world.
But now, with the Desolate One's appearance, silence fell on all sides, completely calming the chaos and clamor. No one dared to covet this place any longer.
She circled the Bronze Immortal Hall once, then lifted it with one hand. The hall rose, suspended in midair, radiating tens of thousands of rays of light and thousands of auspicious colors that cascaded down. The blood-colored "Immortal" character retracted inward.
She entered the chaotic immortal soil alone. After a short time, various immortal rays flew out, transforming into layers of misty, colorful vapors that clanged and vanished into the bronze hall.
The Desolate One emerged, seeming somewhat lost. The chaotic immortal soil began to collapse, and it was clearly visible that a collection of objects had all flown into the bronze hall.
"Boom!"
The next moment, black mist surged skyward. The Desolate One shot up into the air, carrying the Bronze Immortal Hall in her hand as she departed from the former site of Yaoguang.
The chaotic immortal land shattered, becoming a haze of smoke and clouds, vanishing forever, never to exist again.
"She is..." Duan De frowned.
Black Emperor was dumbfounded, wanting to say something but only managing to swallow dryly, unable to speak.
So simple, so easy. The great tomb was leveled by her. She held the magnificent Bronze Immortal Hall in one hand and flew toward the Ancient Forbidden Land. No one in the world dared to block her.
"Just like that, she left..." Ye Fan murmured to himself.
"Ah, we missed a tremendous opportunity! Just now, the Ancient Forbidden Land was empty, unguarded. We could have sneaked in and stolen the Nine Marvelous Divine Medicine, and also seen how the path to immortality opens." Dragon Horse regretted endlessly.
The others glared at him simultaneously. With the Desolate One so terrifying, who would dare to raid her forbidden land? They were tired of living. Even if they succeeded, they wouldn't live more than a few days.
The Desolate One went far away, each step covering tens of thousands of miles as she passed through the sky. Any bird or cultivator she encountered turned to dust, their life force utterly destroyed.
Fortunately, she did not walk on the ground; otherwise, nothing would have been left, and life would have been extinguished for hundreds of thousands of miles.
"Rumble..."
Heaven and earth split apart, black mist in ten thousand layers. The Desolate One almost returned to the Ancient Forbidden Land in a single step. This realm of heaven and earth seemed unable to contain her body.
Holding the Bronze Immortal Hall, she stood alone and desolate above the abyss for a long time. Then she slowly descended, her figure vanishing into the darkness.
All around was quiet, peace restored. On the Nine Sacred Mountains, divine springs gurgled, and the Nine Marvelous Divine Medicine emitted a faint fragrance, growing vigorously with a glossy sheen.
The Southern Domain remained silent for a long time. People trembled with fear. The Desolate One had emerged, able to freely leave the Forbidden Zone of Life, causing all cultivators in this domain to be deeply terrified and wanting to move away.
An unmatched existence from a Forbidden Zone of Life—who could resist? In ancient times, all dark turmoil originated from the Seven Forbidden Zones of Life!
In this battle, many ancient saints fell. The news spread across the Five Domains, shocking the entire world. No one was not horrified.
"The Desolate One—who is she, able to emerge? Once she appears, who can contend with her?"
"The ancient clans are in mourning. Their losses are severe. A group of ancient saints was all annihilated before the imperial tomb. Except for a few, none escaped!"
"This is a monumental event since the beginning of heaven and earth. The master of a Forbidden Zone of Life has acted. How many times has this happened in history?"
The whole world was in an uproar. The Desolate One's emergence had an unparalleled impact, and everyone was discussing it.
The ancient clans were shrouded in gloom. This time, they had to swallow their broken teeth and blood. It was too tragic. A group of ancient saints was scattered and destroyed by one person, and they dared not resist.
Why was this?
Even extreme imperial weapons could not withstand her. A single slap sent them flying. The revived aura of an ancient emperor could not suppress her. What kind of existence was this?
"She did not emit the aura of a Great Emperor, but her physical body has definitely reached that realm. Otherwise, how could she have such power?" This was the word of a surviving Saint King.
An Imperial-level physical body? This was a conclusion that made people ponder and feel chills.
In this world, there should only be one ancient emperor or Great Emperor alive at a time. They do not appear together; otherwise, no one else can attain the Dao.
"Waaah..."
The ancient clans were draped in white mourning cloth. Many ancient saints had died, and many people wailed. To become an ancient saint, who was not the ancestor of a clan? Yet now, this was how it ended.
In the Northern Domain, cries of grief filled the air. The four imperial clans and the ten royal clans were shrouded in sorrow. The losses were immense, impossible to make up for. They had truly been crippled.
Who was she?
The whole world was discussing it, everyone wanting to know.
"On the sacred mountain, there is the Nine Marvelous Divine Medicine. One plant split into nine, watered daily by nine divine springs to nourish the immortal qi. Could it be... the Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor!"
Within the ancient clans, someone proposed this conclusion, because the Nine Marvelous Divine Medicine belonged to the ancient emperor of the Divine Silkworm Ridge. Moreover, legend said that the divine silkworm had surpassed the tenth transformation, reaching an ultimate realm where it was hard to wither and die.
"Impossible! It's too far back. The Divine Silkworm Ancient Emperor was a figure from the primeval era, one or two million years ago. How could he still be alive?"
Furthermore, the Divine Silkworm Ridge had records that a quasi-emperor of that clan had personally sent his father into the divine spirit ancient coffin, buried beyond the Nine Heavens. He could not possibly appear alive.
"It is the Ruthless Great Emperor. She may still be alive!"
Some ancient teachings within the human race, which recorded ancient secret histories, had some living fossils making this inference, but they could not provide strong evidence.
"That's right. The great tomb beneath Yaoguang seems to belong to the Ruthless One. If the Desolate One is her, then it makes sense."
But who could live for so long? The Ruthless Great Emperor is from over two hundred thousand years ago. Even if she were exceptionally talented, she could not withstand the passage of time. Is it really her?
"Devouring life force—this closely resembles her Devouring Demon Art, specifically its sublimated form!" someone made the connection.
"Found it! Finally found a record. In very ancient times, the Nine Sacred Mountains were originally a place of origin for the human race. It is said that the human ancestor came from beyond the domain and landed there. Later, it was occupied by a sacred spirit... She might be a sacred spirit!"
The whole world was in an uproar. People speculated endlessly, but no conclusion was reached. The unmatched existences of the Seven Forbidden Zones of Life each had terrifying origins. Since ancient times, except for the Great Emperors, no one truly knew their backgrounds.
Within the ancient clans, it was cold and desolate. So many ancient saints had died, harming their foundations. That figure made them shiver with fear.
If this person was a Great Emperor, which clan did she belong to? All the primeval clans were horrified, because the Desolate One had slapped so many ancient saints to death with one palm, targeting them!
"She... is a human. I can tell she is definitely not an emperor of our ancient clans!"
A surviving Saint King spoke, reaching this conclusion, shocking all the sages of the ancient clans.
As for the three Great Sages, they returned and went straight into seclusion without saying a word.
"What? A living human Great Emperor?" The ancient clan representatives were all stunned. Everyone felt cold from head to toe. This was an unparalleled intimidation.
"Who will go... to the Primordial Ancient Mine and send the news in?" a very aged ancestral king said tremblingly.
"The Primordial Ancient Mine—who can enter? Rushing in recklessly will surely bring deadly disaster," another ancient saint said.
"I think she was not targeting us specifically, but only came for the Bronze Immortal Hall. We may have... touched something we shouldn't have."
As soon as this ancient saint finished speaking, everyone was stunned, then felt even colder. Their scalps tingled, and cold air seeped into their bones.
That place... was the tomb of a human Great Emperor! The Desolate One went to stop them and slaughtered the saints. The meaning was clear!
"Live in peace with the human race. Never again think of using them as blood food. The world has changed. It is no longer the primeval era. The human race has produced no fewer Great Emperors than the ancient emperors!" an old saint said.
Many fell silent.
From beginning to end, it was their mindset that had not changed. They always thought the human race was weak and should, as in the primeval era, be subservient to the various royal clans, prostrate at their feet, subject to their whims of life and death.
But if they thought carefully, the human race had produced more than one Great Emperor, surpassing any single ancient imperial clan and standing above all major races!
"Extermination—that is wishful thinking. If a human Great Emperor really lives, it will be us who are completely annihilated. If we attack, it can only be a localized war, stopping when appropriate. For example, striking at the human sacred body—we must never let him grow. He can already slaughter saints now. This is a sign and omen that he may attain the Dao in the future!" someone said.
The Desolate One had emerged, killing the ancient clans until they trembled in fear. They dared not provoke her, but some radical ancestral kings became even more aware that they must not let another human become an emperor. They should nip it in the bud.
The Desolate One was suspected to be a human Great Emperor, and some even believed she was the Ruthless Great Emperor, the most brilliant and talented person in history.
From this day on, outside the Ancient Forbidden Land, people often knelt and prayed, begging the human Great Emperor for protection, to suppress this great era where all races emerged together and bring peace to the human race.
And from this day on, an even more magnificent battle song began to play. The path to attaining the Dao was littered with bones. The path to immortality was about to open. Ye Fan was about to ascend the heavenly road, stepping to the rhythm of war songs.