Chapter 1111: The Tianshu Saint Makes a Move
"Ah, so comfortable, I feel like I'm being steamed tender..." Ye Fan's entire body radiated brilliance. In the pool built from silver-gray rock, the evolution liquid bubbled and surged. The sounds he made were a bit suggestive.
The pool water contained mysterious minerals, their divine power astonishing. It combed through his fetal bones, his golden blood surging like thunder, and multicolored light scattered from the pool's surface.
The violet-eyed woman, as beautiful and ethereal as a spirit, clenched her delicate fists in anger. As for the purple-haired man, he looked as if he had lost his parents, utterly heartbroken—Ye Fan had absorbed half the medicinal effect of this pool of evolution liquid.
In Heavenly Village, a group of people were roused. A cyan-gold circular disk flew in—such a massive object was truly eye-catching.
Ye Fan rose to his full height and stepped out of the pool. If he delayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to hold out; he was about to undergo his heavenly tribulation. He escorted the two captives into the village.
"God, Buddha, and..." The child Huahua, who had come from Earth, rubbed his temples and muttered in surprise, "Master robbed a flying saucer and kidnapped aliens—he pulled off a big one!"
Long influenced by characters like Black Emperor and Dragon Horse, this little one, who was devoted to Buddhism, had also picked up a bit of a rogue streak. In such a "smoke-filled" environment, his speech naturally included some peculiar vocabulary.
"What kind of artifact is this? It's so big. And the materials are really good—they could be used to forge a grand formation," Black Emperor said, tapping the cold, metallic flying saucer with his large claw, his tone full of praise.
"Don't get any ideas. This is a Saint-level flying ship. I've already named it Flying Immortal 12580. It'll be useful later!" Ye Fan said.
The Holy Prince stepped forward and told him the situation was dire. An ancient saint wanted to secretly eliminate him. He might be facing a great calamity and absolutely could not go out these days.
"I was just looking for Black Emperor to help me find that bastard ancient saint. I didn't expect so many blind fools. I'm going to undergo my tribulation and block their doorstep," Ye Fan said.
He asked Black Emperor to carve the most intricate chessboard formation, one that could be used in the most terrifying heavenly tribulation and couldn't be traced. This posed a real challenge for the big black dog.
Blood Moon Ridge was a mysterious mountain range. Every night, as mist rose, the moon hanging in the sky would reflect a blood-red hue. No one dared to approach.
This was the ancestral land of a race infamous for its ferocity—one that could stop a three-year-old child from crying during the Primordial Era. Day and night, it was shrouded in a suffocating, heart-stopping fluctuation.
The Blood Moon Clan had never produced an Ancient Emperor, but they were still renowned. The clan was too brutal, having annihilated countless smaller tribes. It was said that the entire mountain range was blood-red because it had been drenched in blood since ancient times.
Though it was already noon, the place was still shrouded in yin energy, enveloped in a gloomy, bone-chilling cold that even the midday sun couldn't dispel.
Deep in the mountains lay a cluster of ancient, magnificent buildings beside a blood pool. In the most imposing great hall, carved beams and painted rafters gleamed with gold and splendor.
The Blood Moon King sat on the throne at the top of the hall. His body was withered, his hair like sparse, yellow weeds, but his strength had already reached the Saint King realm, making him a fearsome figure among ancient saints.
"The world says our Blood Moon Clan is bloodthirsty and cruel by nature, but they don't know we cultivate through this—drawing the essence from the blood of all living things to strengthen ourselves," the Blood Moon King said hoarsely, his voice echoing through the empty hall like a vengeful ghost escaping from hell, cold and merciless. In his eye sockets, two golden lamps seemed to burn, their light flickering, exuding an astonishing ancient saint aura.
The Blood Moon Clan was addicted to blood, able to extract divine energy from others' blood, especially those with special physiques or saints. To them, that was like a rare earthly medicine!
"I'm very much looking forward to the Human Sacred Body. I wonder if he can help me take another big step forward," said a Saint-level Ancestral King beside him, licking his lips. He didn't look very old; he was the Blood Moon King's grandson, named Xuantuo.
In his hand, he held a pure white, crystalline skull filled with wine. The fragrance of wine mixed with blood, forming a seductive blood-red color.
This was actually a saint's skull, refined into a wine cup—a testament to the Blood Moon Clan's terror and cruelty.
"Grandfather, I heard this cup in my hand is made from the skull of a human ancient saint. Do we have more collections in the clan?" Xuantuo asked with a smile.
The Blood Moon King shook an unremarkable white cup in his hand, his voice like a night owl's. "This is another one—a human skull. Back then, they were very weak, forced to rely on various royal clans just to survive. The cup in my hand is made from the skull of a female Saint King. Rare to find one... Her blood tasted very sweet. My grandfather killed her himself. At that time, a branch of humanity was our slaves—life and death were ours to decide as we pleased. Those were nostalgic times. So many years have passed, and I never thought they would become this strong."
"The Human Sacred Body's constitution is very special. His golden sacred blood is a rare treasure. I'm really looking forward to it, but I still can't find his whereabouts," Xuantuo said, a strange light flickering in his eyes.
"You need to work hard. My lifespan is running out; I might pass away in a few years. Fortunately, you've become a saint. Your father died early. If you can't make another breakthrough in the next few years, you probably won't inherit the clan's throne. There's more than one ancient saint," the Blood Moon King said.
"I understand. As long as I can find the Human Sacred Body, I'll definitely reach the next level. It's a pity this isn't the Primordial Era—we can't keep them penned up," Xuantuo said, his eyes dark and sinister.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the grand hall shook, and the entire mountain range trembled as if it were about to be overturned. In the distance, mountain peaks exploded, sending rocks flying into the clouds.
"What's happening? Who dares to disturb the Blood Moon Clan's ancestral land?" Xuantuo shot to his feet.
The old Blood Moon King's eye sockets blazed with divine light like two golden lamps. He said coldly, "Go and see. Perhaps it's time for you to establish your authority."
Outside the mountain gate, Ye Fan punched two mountain peaks into rubble, then unceremoniously lifted an entire mountain and hurled it into Blood Moon Ridge, crushing a group of ancient clan members.
"Where did this arrogant brat come from, daring to provoke the Blood Moon Royal Clan? If you're tired of living, there are better ways to die. We'll make you wish you were dead."
They were ranked among the ten most bloodthirsty royal clans of the Primordial Era. Every clan member fed on blood. There was no anger or fear in their eyes—only excitement as they charged forward.
To them, this provocateur was just fresh blood!
"Boom!"
Ye Fan raised his hand and tore up an entire mountain range, over twenty peaks, and slammed it down.
"Ah..." Screams erupted everywhere. Not every ancient clan member was powerful.
"Who are you?" an ancient clan strongman shouted, realizing the intruder was no ordinary person.
"I am Ye Fan, the Human Sacred Body. Tell your clan leader, Blood Moon King, and that grandson Xuantuo to come out and die!" Ye Fan roared, his voice carrying for dozens of miles.
A group of people turned pale. Xuantuo was the clan leader's grandson, sure, but not everyone's grandson. This guy was clearly here to cause trouble.
"Ye Fan... the Human Sacred Body is here!" The news spread. Many strong members of the Blood Moon Clan were overjoyed and rushed forward eagerly, almost drooling. Because the Blood Moon King had said... once they found the Human Sacred Body, he would personally kill him on the spot and let them taste the golden sacred blood.
"I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to our doorstep..." Xuantuo let out a long roar, his face full of surprise as he rapidly approached.
The Blood Moon King frowned. The Human Sacred Body daring to come to their doorstep didn't make sense. He feared something unexpected and quickly followed.
"Blood Moon King, you put a bounty on me among the ancient clans. Today, I'm here. You two fools, come and die!" Ye Fan shouted.
Arrogant, utterly reckless—daring to speak to two ancient saints like that, one of whom was a nearly invincible Saint King. Who but a Great Sage would dare to rebuke them?
"In the Primordial Era, humans were just livestock we raised—life and death ours to decide, as we pleased. Just a bunch of blood bags," Xuantuo said coldly.
Then, leisurely, he stepped forward and pointed a finger. "Let me think how to eat you. Start with the head, or the heart?"
Xuantuo shook the jade-white skull cup in his hand and took a sip of the red blood. "This cup is made from the skull of a human female Saint King. It originally belonged to my grandfather, but he gave it to me. Now, I think your skull would be more perfect. I can make an even better drinking vessel."
"Crack!"
The lightning came so suddenly, covering the mountains and fields like a vast ocean pouring down from the sky, seeping into every crevice, filling every inch of space.
Silver serpents danced, golden dragons leaped through the air, chaotic energy filled the atmosphere—every arc of lightning carried a trace of chaotic light, terrifyingly frightening!
Even saints would feel their hair stand on end. Such a grand display was comparable to their great heavenly tribulation. How could a Dao Severer survive it?
"Has he become a saint? Such massive chaotic arcs..." Xuantuo was stunned. Even during his most terrifying saint tribulation, he had never seen anything like this.
"Run!" the Blood Moon King shouted. He finally understood why Ye Fan dared to be so bold—he had come with malicious intent.
Ye Fan's tribulations were more terrifying each time. Though not as horrifying as when he first severed the Dao—the Ancient Great Emperors hadn't appeared—it still triggered a chaotic tribulation that enveloped him, more dreadful than a saint's tribulation.
This was also why his physical body could rival a saint's!
He activated the Stride Art and chased after Xuantuo. This was the Blood Moon King's precious grandson. Targeting one might wound both!
In the sky, various palaces appeared—chaotic lightning shaped like the ancient Heavenly Court. Humanoid emperor figures flickered in and out, suppressing everything!
This heavenly punishment could definitely damage Xuantuo's body. One bolt wasn't enough, but ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million...
"Kid, you're still green. Saints transcend the mortal world—you're nothing but an ant. Killing you is like stepping on a bug!" The Blood Moon King rushed back to save his grandson.
But before he finished speaking, a divine light seemed to strike from an eternal, unknown place. With a "puff," it slashed diagonally through his right arm and shoulder, barely missing cleaving him in two!
Sacred blood spilled, turning into blood mist in the tribulation, slowly dissipating in the chaotic light. He was both shocked and enraged—he knew something was wrong. An ancient saint skilled in assassination was lurking in the shadows.
In the darkness, the Killing Saint Qi Luo held a Heaven-Deceiving Array Platform carved from Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree wood. It flashed and vanished, as if it had never appeared.
"Blood Moon King, you tried to use your power to pressure me, offering sacred artifacts as bounties, mobilizing the ancient clans to kill me. Today, I'll make you reap what you sow," Ye Fan said, closing in with lightning.
"Your assassination art is unmatched, but you're just a saint—far from my level. Let's see what you can do to me!" the Blood Moon King said arrogantly. His severed arm regenerated, and he raised a pure white saint skull cup to drink a mouthful of blood.
Xuantuo stood by his grandfather, calming down. He held the female Saint King's white skull and took a gulp of bloody wine. "You think you can cause trouble in the Blood Moon Clan? You're not worthy!"
"Oh?" an old voice came.
"Boom!"
In the midst of the thunder tribulation, a massive fist shot forward, spanning dozens of miles, shrouded in chaotic energy. The power of that single fist startled gods and moved ghosts!
The old saint Wei Yi from the Tianshu Holy Land Stone Workshop appeared, striking for the first time. His fist dominated heaven and earth. Even the Blood Moon King couldn't block it—his arm bone snapped on the spot, then his body shattered into pieces, exploding!
Outside, no one could see clearly. Everything was hidden within the tribulation's light.
"You... want to start a war between humans and the Primordial Royal Clans? Ancient saints are making a move, daring to treat us like this?" the Blood Moon King roared in fury and terror, feeling immense fear.
"You have the nerve to say that? As an ancient saint, you put a bounty on me, a Dao Severer. Ten royal clans united to kill me. Do you really think I, Ye Fan, am a soft persimmon you can squeeze? That you've got me cornered?" Ye Fan sneered. "Using power to bully others—I can do that too. I know a few ancient saints. Not many, but enough to destroy you! Since you won't follow the rules, let's all break them together. I'll eliminate you first!"
"You—"
The Blood Moon King was furious, wanting to say something, but he had no chance. The Killing Saint Qi Luo moved. Before he could reform his body, a cold blade silently descended, cleaving his head in two.
"Spirit-Slaying Blade..." the Blood Moon King screamed in terror. Even his primordial spirit couldn't escape. Under the pitch-black long blade in the Killing Saint's hand, his primordial spirit turned to ash, absorbed cleanly by the blade.
Xuantuo was terrified, his face deathly pale. He had only recently become a saint—how could he fight an old, established ancient saint? Now, his grandfather, a Saint King, had been punched to pieces. He could only imagine how terrifying the newcomer was.
"Do you want to start a war of all races? Then all clans will unite to destroy humanity!" he shouted as he fled, bluffing.
But the thunderlight drowned everything. His voice couldn't escape.
"You were the ones who broke the rules first. Your reach was too long. You wanted to kill me, drink my golden sacred blood. Come and try!" Ye Fan roared coldly. "This time, I'm undergoing my tribulation. Even your Great Sages can't deduce it. Killing you will be for nothing!"
"Puff!"
Ahead, Xuantuo, fleeing through the lightning, suddenly had his upper and lower body separated. A black demon blade appeared out of nowhere, cutting him in half. The Killing Saint Qi Luo had struck again.
Xuantuo screamed in agony, dropping the white female Saint King skull cup. He wailed in heartrending pain. Though the Spirit-Slaying Blade had only struck his body, its blade energy fatally damaged his primordial spirit. His brow split open, black blood flowing.
"Look at you now. You said your clan kept our human ancestors as livestock, treated them as blood bags. Today, I'll wash away that shame for them—starting with the female Saint King who died in sorrow!"
Ye Fan roared, swinging his golden fist as he charged forward, dragging tens of thousands of lightning bolts. He punched through Xuantuo's chest, sending his flesh and sacred bones flying for over ten jin!
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(To be continued)