Chapter 1113: Dialogue — The Desolate
The three words "Gai Jiuyou" seemed to possess a strange magic, causing many of the ancient clan's elders to feel a chill in their bones. They truly feared that some reckless junior would provoke him at this time, inciting this sick old man of unfathomable cultivation to unleash a great slaughter—that would be a catastrophe!
Gai Jiuyou only spoke a few words, but the effect was immense. In the following days, even the most aggressive of the ten great royal clans became much more subdued, at least not daring to openly declare that they would turn the human race into mountains of bones and rivers of blood. They kept a low profile.
"Hmm, the terrifying aura of the Ancient Forbidden Land has intensified several times over. At this rate, no one will be able to enter." Ye Fan arrived in the Southern Domain, observing this forbidden zone of life from a distance.
This time, he had arrived aboard a saint-level flying ship, its entire body gleaming with metallic luster. He had named it the Soaring Immortal 12580 and appointed the two captives—the purple-eyed woman and her brother—as vice-captains. However, they were not piloting it for him; they were currently at Heavenly Village undergoing interrogation by Black Emperor to extract core secrets.
This flying ship had lost the Ten-Foot Golden Body nurtured within it, which was the deity of this sacred artifact. Its functions were clearly diminished. Although it still possessed extreme speed, it was far inferior to before.
The arrival of such a silver-glowing flying ship outside the forbidden zone startled many, leaving them bewildered. However, Ye Fan's appearance drew even more attention.
He set up an incense altar here. He did not worship himself but had the little monk from Earth—Huahua—offer sincere reverence, acting in a mysterious and superstitious manner.
By now, this place had long become a divine domain. After the battle at the Bronze Immortal Hall last time, human cultivators often came to pay homage, believing that the Desolate was a human great emperor in a wondrous state, and hoping she would protect the human race.
Ye Fan had his young disciple pay respects here while he himself muttered mysteriously, speaking in a low voice: "Great Emperor of the human race, please awaken. The ancient clans push us too far. The humiliation of humanity requires an ancient great emperor to wash away. Please return one day soon!"
"In the past, when I first came to this world, I received the great emperor's care, bestowed with the Nine Marvelous Sacred Fruits to change my physique. Later, you granted me the Primordial Qi Cauldron... I have no way to repay you."
"During this time, I left this world twice, both times departing from the Ancient Forbidden Land, using your Five-Colored Altar. I am deeply grateful."
"Thinking of that Bronze Immortal Hall, that blood-dripping 'Immortal' character—how shocking it was! It gave me profound insights, interpreting the true meaning of the Great Dao."
"I saw your several coffins. Your skills surpass creation, your combat power shakes past and present, and your talent is the most stunning of all..."
Ye Fan rambled on, making listeners feel a chill. They sensed that he seemed to have a great karmic connection with the great emperor within the Ancient Forbidden Land. The more they heard, the more uneasy they became.
That he had left this world twice was already common knowledge. Each time, he had used the Five-Colored Altar in the Ancient Forbidden Land, departing under the gaze of countless people, witnessed by many.
Hearing him speak like this, many human cultivators felt a shiver. Could this guy really have some connection with the Desolate? Was he now praying for this human emperor to emerge?
Outside the Ancient Forbidden Land, people had been coming and going in recent days. There were many incense altars, and naturally, some saw him and heard his words.
"What does he want to do?"
"Is he trying to invite the human great emperor to suppress the ancient clans? That's a bit unrealistic."
"I think he's up to no good, putting on a show to scare the ancient clans."
Ye Fan rubbed the bald head of the little monk Huahua, whom he had personally tonsured, and said, "Good disciple, use your wisdom to sense this more deeply and offer sincere reverence."
"Yes, Master! I am very devout and serious. I'm aiming for a big score, calling out the human great emperor to wipe out those grandsons of the ancient clans." Huahua, though only a few years old, had a mischievous look and spoke with a bandit's tone, heavily "contaminated" by Black Emperor and Dragon Horse.
Ye Fan was speechless. He could only rub his little bald head and said earnestly, "In the future, spend less time with that black dog. Otherwise, I might as well send you to Old Saint Wei Yi."
"That black dog is really shady. I've been wanting to ditch him for a while. Master, those mysterious mineral pool liquids you brought back—he fought with us over them, squeezing in to soak together. I despise him a hundred times over." Huahua said.
Ye Fan looked at him and felt something was off. This was clearly a tender child, with long eyelashes and big, sparkling black eyes, like a porcelain doll. How could he talk like this? Hanging around with Black Emperor and Duan De all day—no wonder he couldn't turn out good.
"Actually, the worst is my senior brother Ye Tong. He likes to scare me for no reason. He does all the bad things and makes me take the blame." Huahua said pitifully, blinking his big eyes as he tattled.
Ye Fan's forehead was covered in black lines. "Damn it, my disciples are all being corrupted by them. Good thing Little Pine isn't here, or I don't know what he'd turn into."
"Master, Master, I'm very innocent. None of those shady deeds were mine. I didn't secretly sell Enlightenment Tea—Duan De forced me into the deal. And I didn't steal and drink Saint Qi Luo's divine wine. I just happened to pass by, smelled the alcohol, and passed out drunk in the vat. Also..." Little bald Huahua said seriously, his big eyes clear and innocent.
"Bullshit! It's all been investigated—you did it all!" Ye Fan tapped him lightly on the head. "Now, focus and sense carefully. Call out with your heart."
"Yes, Master! As you command!" Huahua straightened his little waist, recited scriptures, and muttered to himself, looking like a little divine trickster.
Ye Fan really wasn't a good master. Whether it was Ye Tong, Little Pine, or now Huahua, he hadn't taught them much, often acting as an absentee boss.
This approach did allow them to develop their natures to the fullest, without being confined by Ye Fan's achievements and influence. But it also easily raised a few wild horses, running amok—who knew what they'd become in the future?
Recently, while staying at Heavenly Village, Ye Fan had unexpectedly learned from Saint Qi Luo that this little sprout was naturally telepathic. Over extremely long distances, he could directly engage in mental dialogue with others. This was a mysterious innate divine ability, one of the unknown treasures within the human body, which he had naturally unlocked from birth.
This also made Ye Fan understand why this child could manifest the Buddhist phenomenon of "consciousness treasury," receiving the supreme inheritance of the Buddhist sect. His mental and spiritual power was terrifyingly superhuman, on a non-human level.
He came here to confirm whether the Desolate was truly a human great emperor and also to use this as a bluff—to scare and intimidate the ancient clans, making them suspicious and fearful.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a terrifying aura surged from the Ancient Abyss. Black mist billowed, blotting out the midday sun, causing the entire forbidden zone of life to tremble.
Everyone showed expressions of disbelief, staring at Ye Fan and his disciple. Were they really the ones who triggered this?
"He crossed the starry sky from here twice. If you say he has no connection with the Desolate, I wouldn't believe it even if you killed me. Otherwise, who else could do it? Who would dare to enter?"
"It looks like it really was their master-disciple prayer that caused this commotion. Terrifying!"
A group of people felt a chill and retreated, distancing themselves from the area. Although they were of the same human race, they were somewhat afraid of them, unsure what upheaval might arise.
"Master, I sense it. Down in that abyss, there's a powerful mental force, very frightening. It's stronger than anyone I've ever seen, countless times more terrifying than Saint Qi Luo." Huahua said.
Ye Fan's expression was uncertain. He didn't know if continuing would spiral out of control. If a great disaster occurred, not even a god could save them.
"Slowly tell her what I taught you." In the end, he made this decision.
"Great Emperor above, Huahua pays his respects to you. The human race faces great calamity..." The childish voice transmitted through mental power into the pitch-black abyss, offering a devout prayer.
As Huahua used his mental power, a silver-white vortex appeared on his head, like a reincarnation gate opening. Patterns spread from that spot on his scalp.
Ye Fan was amazed. The human body was truly mysterious. Every inch of flesh contained a treasure, with countless divine gates waiting to be opened. Many people, even after reaching the saint realm, might not open many of them.
Yet some people were naturally gifted, possessing various special divine abilities from birth, without cultivation—innate. These were heaven-opened treasures.
"Several figures have appeared..." In the distance, exclamations rang out. Cultivators with heavenly eyes told everyone what they saw.
Deep within the Ancient Forbidden Land, on the Nine Sacred Mountains, black mist surged up from the abyss. Several figures stood within the mist—they were the Desolate Slaves.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, another special aura swept through. It was as if a gap had opened in heaven and earth, pouring down the power of the gods from the nine heavens, making people want to kneel.
The child Huahua's face turned pale, his lips trembling. "Master, this human great emperor is too powerful. No, she should be a deity. The mental force I sense feels like an entire physical body, not her true mind."
Ye Fan's expression was grave. He opened his heavenly eye and gazed at the Nine Sacred Mountains, carefully observing everything there.
The Desolate—it was really her. She had appeared above the abyss, through the black mist, staring at this place. The child Huahua had indeed called her out!
"Great Emperor of the human race, please accept my prayer. Time flies like a shuttle. Since the ancient era, the human race..." Huahua muttered, earnestly transmitting the words Ye Fan and others had taught him at Heavenly Village, recounting the human race's plight over the years.
The Desolate had appeared, shocking everyone. Cultivators stepped back, looking at Ye Fan and the child Huahua as if they had seen a ghost, their mouths agape. Had they really called her out?
"The human sacred body is outside the Ancient Forbidden Land, summoning the Desolate. It's said the abyss is the human great emperor's domain. Is he trying to invite her out?"
The ancient clans received the news. Some were startled and deeply uneasy, while others sneered coldly, preparing to cross the void to intercept Ye Fan and kill him.
"Great Emperor, please act..." The child Huahua prayed.
Ye Fan frowned. A pendant in his hand lit up, indicating the appearance of an ancient saint. He had to retreat.
He had once given Old Saint Wei Yi some Enlightenment Tea, and the old man had given him this item. It was a magic artifact forged by the ancient founder of the Celestial Pivot Holy Land, very mysterious. It could sense a saint's aura from a great distance, even during void crossing, and its different flashing colors indicated the distance.
Just as Ye Fan was about to take Huahua and retreat, the ancient saint in the distance was suddenly terrified. He saw the Desolate truly appear above the abyss and immediately turned to flee!
"The Desolate—they called her out! The human sacred body really has some unknown connection with her!"
This news spread quickly among the ancient clans, like a hornet's nest stirred up. The various tribes in the Northern Domain erupted in uproar, feeling waves of fear.
The ancient clans who had rushed over upon hearing the news, upon seeing the terrifying figure in the forbidden zone of life, were so frightened that they fled at the first moment.
None of the ancient clans had expected Ye Fan to actually call out the Desolate!
It was earth-shattering, shaking the world!
"Master, this... is a deity. When I close my eyes, I see a human-shaped light. Compared to her, our own light points are like specks of dust." Little bald Huahua was very scared, his face pale, his bald head shining.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked forward.
At that moment, the slender figure hidden in the black mist above the Ancient Abyss actually spoke: "Immortal..."
The Desolate had spoken!
Ye Fan was shaken. He was sure he hadn't misheard. It was a woman's voice, as beautiful as heavenly music, but carrying an unmatched authority!
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