# Chapter 1264: The Bloody Battlefield Ends
The Dragon Horse was first stunned speechless, then became furious, saying: "You're really using it to wash your feet? You wasteful bastard, you deserve to be struck by lightning!"
"Isn't it just the Source of the Dao? What does it matter? Why would my Dao need its recognition?" Ye Fan sat on a green stone, enjoying the lake scenery while washing his feet.
Immortal light radiated in all directions. The light mass struggled violently, as if boiling, but could not escape. Ye Fan's body felt comfortable, using it to soak his feet, every pore relaxed.
"How does it feel?" The Dragon Horse swallowed hard, truly at a loss for words.
"Really comfortable!" This was Ye Fan's evaluation. He laughed. He knew the Source of the Dao was extremely useful, but this immortal celestial object did not acknowledge him.
"You should try it too," Ye Fan said.
"Forget it, I'll do it later. This... is too crazy. Others would treat it like their own father or ancestor, but you use it to wash your feet!" The Dragon Horse had no temper left and asked him what he planned to do next.
Two days later, Ye Fan made his move, beginning to contend for territory in this ancient battlefield. He had heard there were still several other strands of the Source of the Dao. Originally one entity, it had split into several strands scattered across various ancient battlefields, and people were now searching for them.
Half a month later, after hundreds of bloody battles and employing unparalleled supreme Source techniques unseen anywhere in heaven or earth, Ye Fan seized another strand of the Source of the Dao.
In an emerald green valley, birds sang crisply and pleasantly. Ye Fan pierced a Great Demon to death with his spear, entered the valley, and began to rest again.
The valley was lush with vegetation, towering ancient trees, and several clear springs—very pleasant.
"Ye Fan!"
An ancient cave in the mountain wall produced a young man, delicate and thin. It was Rui Wei, bearing traces of blood.
After entering this battlefield, he had fought several bloody battles and then gone into hiding. His greatest purpose was relocating his clan from the depths of the starry sky to an ancient life-bearing star.
"I heard that the Second Leader of the Heavenly Emperor's Thirteen Riders wants to deal with you. He's recruiting people, seeking the strongest seed-level figures to join forces and kill you." Rui Wei told him this piece of news.
This ancient land was vast beyond measure, divided into several major regions. During this period, Ye Fan had been fighting in the central region.
Similarly, news of the Source of the Dao had come from the western region, southern region, northern region, and elsewhere, but he hadn't had time to go there yet.
In this region, Ye Fan was supreme. The trial-takers were intimidated by him and dared not contend with him. Meanwhile, Tuoba Yu, Mu Guanghan, Ku Toutuo, Ouye Mo, and others each dominated their own areas, yet to cross blows with him.
The same was true for the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders. They dominated one ancient battlefield, seeking the Source of the Dao, with no one able to oppose them. Upon hearing that Ye Fan was in this area, they seemed ready to make a move.
"Their Second Leader is a ruthless, unscrupulous man. To kill you, he'll stop at nothing and might invite very formidable figures."
Ye Fan nodded in thanks upon hearing this. He had been looking for these people and hadn't expected to receive news about them.
After resting here for two days, he set out again, crossing one desolate mountain ridge after another, arriving at another vibrant ancient land.
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders had already left this region. Ye Fan did, however, exchange a distant gaze with another person, Ouye Mo, across a mountain range.
Rui Wei had told him that this man was extremely powerful, having swept through the western region, cleaving three ancient saints in a row with a single black-gold demon halberd, shaking the western wilderness.
Ouye Mo looked at him from dozens of li away, then finally carried his great halberd—capable of crushing heaven, earth, and mountains—and departed, disappearing over the horizon.
Afterward, Ye Fan entered the southern region's battlefield. Major and minor battles were constant, war everywhere. In recent days, the Divine Kingdom, Demon Kingdom, and others had gone mad, all for the sake of obtaining the Source of the Dao.
Ye Fan's arrival triggered an uproar. He had swept through the central region, and now crossing regions made many powerful figures nervous.
"Are you the trial-taker who obtained the Source of the Dao? I've heard that heaven and earth do not acknowledge you. Can you hand it over? I'll give you compensation," asked a young man riding a sacred beast.
Ye Fan shook his head and said nothing.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a terrifying attack came. The man struck, sacrificing a giant net that blazed brilliantly, covering the sky, attempting to capture and kill him.
This was a sacred artifact, seemingly woven from a river of stars. Every thread was terrifyingly boundless, starlight surging as if ancient stars were revolving.
"Be careful. This is the Crown Prince of the Spirit Kingdom. He has already become a saint and set up a peerless ancient formation here." The long-absent Yu Xian transmitted her voice from the shadows, sweet as heavenly music. A graceful figure was faintly visible, flashing through the mountains before disappearing.
Ye Fan snorted coldly. Seated on the Dragon Horse, he didn't dodge, letting the great net fall. Then he tore at it with both hands, causing heaven and earth to shake.
The threads of this sacred artifact seemed woven from a river of stars, naturally terrifying. Yet Ye Fan tore them apart, as if massive ancient stars were shattering.
Starlight shattered. The sacred artifact was destroyed, nearly annihilating this place, leveling many mountain ranges.
"Kill him!" The Spirit Clan Crown Prince revealed a ferocious, cold smile. The ancient formation here had already been activated, its light blinding, burying Ye Fan within.
At the same time, three ancient saints from the Spirit Kingdom struck from the shadows, attacking Ye Fan at the center of the formation.
Everyone gasped. Seeing this, no one dared to interfere. The Spirit Clan Crown Prince's face was icy cold as he and his sacred beast mount also launched their attacks.
This was a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering battle. The formation could not trap Ye Fan. He possessed the Stride Art, able to ascend to the Nine Heavens above and descend to the Nine Netherworlds below. The saint-level formation could not stop him.
But it was still a grueling battle. The Spirit Clan's army and experts continuously reinforced. Ye Fan, alone on his mount, fought until the sun and moon lost their luster, until mountains and rivers faded.
Blood splattered. This ancient land turned crimson. Countless corpses lay scattered. Ye Fan, like a demon god, went on a killing spree, ignoring his own injuries as he pursued the Spirit Clan Crown Prince for a hundred thousand li. Finally, he hurled the black spear in his hand.
"Woo woo..."
The black divine spear streaked across heaven and earth, emitting strands of dark light like an awakened demon lord, shattering the void. Behind it, a surge of chaotic energy followed, collapsing this battlefield.
"Ah..."
The Spirit Clan Crown Prince screamed, his voice shrill and miserable. His heart was pierced by the icy spear tip, which then plunged into the head of his sacred beast mount.
Blood sprayed. The spear pierced through them both, carrying them flying for several li before striking a mountain peak.
With a boom, smoke and dust rose to the sky. The great mountain turned to ash. The Spirit Clan Crown Prince and his sacred beast mount were pinned to the ground, their life force extinguished.
Ye Fan's killing intent surged through the spear, destroying all their vitality, shattering their primordial spirits.
Blood gushed on the ground. The massive sacred beast and the Spirit Clan Crown Prince were nailed dead to the earth—a shocking sight that made the pursuing cultivators tremble in their hearts.
In this battle, the Spirit Clan Crown Prince had brought several ancient saints from his kingdom, deployed a large force of warriors, and set up a peerless killing formation. Yet they could not kill Ye Fan. Instead, he broke through and nailed them here.
The southern region was in an uproar. The Spirit Clan gathered their army, all their ancient saints emerged, and began to encircle and annihilate Ye Fan. This was a bloody battle that swept across the entire ancient land.
Ye Fan fought across hundreds of thousands of li, battling for days, killing countless enemies. Only when the Spirit Clan's king finally appeared did he temporarily retreat.
He went deep underground and, using his heaven-penetrating Source techniques, discovered traces of the Source of the Dao, seizing a third strand.
Through this battle, Ye Fan established a fearsome reputation. Both trial-takers and the natives of this ancient land all changed color at the mention of his name.
Everywhere he went, fear spread. Powerful figures retreated. Among the trial-takers, aside from Ku Toutuo, Mu Guanghan, Ouye Mo, and a few others, probably no one dared to oppose him anymore.
Of course, during this period, Ye Fan had also suffered greatly. He was pursued by several Saint Kings and was unable to seek out the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders and others.
This was a time stained with blood. For two full months, Ye Fan killed countless enemies, having fought his way through mountains of corpses.
"Dang..."
The bell tolled, its sound echoing across several ancient battlefields. The young experts from the Stellar Ancient Path all breathed a sigh of relief, signaling the end of the trial here.
This was a bloody battlefield. In these two months, countless people had fallen, like a nightmare. Surviving was no easy feat.
Although the trial-takers were about to depart, some battlefields had not yet ended.
The Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders, the Soldier Commander Guan Cheng, and several native ancient saints joined forces. They discovered a strand of the Source of the Dao and chanted ancient scriptures together.
In this place, ten thousand layers of Dao light and a billion strands of divine radiance appeared, as if the phantom of an ancient Great Emperor had been summoned, sitting here to preach.
The Source of the Dao was drawn up, seemingly moved, resonating with the chanting. Over time, it might truly be obtained by someone.
At this final moment, Ye Fan arrived. Alone on his horse, holding his long spear, he swept his gaze coldly over them, making all their hearts jump.
Ye Fan stood on a hilltop and began to draw his bow. Around him, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, divine phenomena appeared, and his blood energy surged to the heavens.
Everyone was enraged. They stood up, their eyes turning cold, and together charged to kill him.
"Swish!"
Ye Fan drew his bow. One arrow shattered the firmament. He triggered the Eight Prohibitions and shot a stunning arrow of peerless power!
"Ah..."
The Fourth Rider of the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders was shot to pieces. Bone fragments and flesh splattered everywhere. Those watching from afar were terrified.
This arrow was too terrifying!
"How infuriating! He ruined everything at the last moment. Otherwise, the Source of the Dao might have chosen us."
These men roared, their hearts filled with suppressed fury. They fought to the death, surrounding Ye Fan with all their strength.
After killing one great enemy, Ye Fan, riding the Dragon Horse, plunged directly into the earth, chasing after the Source of the Dao.
A group of people on the surface went mad and chased after him. But how could they compare to Ye Fan, who was proficient in Source arts? Soon, they were left far behind.
"Dang..."
The ancient bell tolled, urging the trial-takers to depart. A massive altar materialized in the void, scattering brilliant light.
It swept across the sky, appearing in each ancient battlefield. The trial-takers flew up one after another, preparing to depart.
Ye Fan finally succeeded. Using the Immortal-Sealing Six Seals, he seized a fourth strand of the Source of the Dao, suppressed it in the Primordial Qi Cauldron, and burst out of the ground.
Waiting for him were several ancient saints. He could only fight a bloody battle, ultimately fighting his way onto the Five-Colored Altar, thus escaping the natives.
However, the battle did not stop upon boarding the altar. Gu Ling, the leader of the Heavenly Desolate Thirteen Riders, finally displayed his peerless combat power, full of wildness, fighting Ye Fan. The Second Leader and Soldier Commander Guan Cheng also joined in.
Weng!
With a final flash of light, they all disappeared. The battle continued in the dark passage. These men fought fiercely, charging straight into a magnificent, majestic human sacred city.
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