# Chapter 1298
A group of powerful beings charged forward, their primeval aura shocking the world, forming a torrent that swept through the Ghost-God Burial Ground with a rumbling boom!
"Who dares come here to seize our ancestral artifact?!"
With a tremendous roar, an eight-armed giant appeared, his muscles coiling around his body like dragons and serpents, bulging high, strong and powerful. He stood ten zhang tall, had eight arms, his hair a messy tangle like wild grass, his eyes like bronze bells shooting out cold, dense (sen sen) beams of light.
He opened his mouth and let out a clear cry, the sky directly shattered by his roar, blood qi rushing up from his crown, surging to the heavens, his aura piercing through the rainbow!
This was an extremely terrifying giant, an outstanding one among ancient saints. The only reassuring thing was that he was not a stone fetus, not a sacred spirit.
The eight-armed giant charged forward with large strides, each of his eight arms holding a weapon. First, a great axe cleaved down like a river of silver, the blade's cold light dazzling, vast and boundless.
Then, a massive divine spear, a resplendent long blade, a divine hammer wreathed in purple lightning, and others all descended together, attacking fiercely, aiming straight for Ye Fan.
Om!
Ye Fan let out a soft cry, chanting the highest six-character true mantra of Buddhism. A wave of Dao energy spread, vast as the sea, surging forward.
"Crack"
The coldly gleaming great axe developed cracks, then suddenly exploded, shattering in the sky. The eight-armed giant's movements also stalled, struck by the powerful impact.
Boom!
Ye Fan struck fiercely, holding nothing back at this moment. He charged forward to kill. A world-shaking war might be about to descend, and he didn't want to be trapped in this turbulent place.
He transformed into a dragon-shaped curve, unstoppable. His golden blood qi and physical body were the most terrifying weapons. The sharp war spear over ten zhang long, the resplendent long blade, the purple lightning hammer, and others all shattered inch by inch under Ye Fan's physical body, turning into powder.
His body was even more solid (jian gu) than a saint weapon, filled with an indestructible power. Golden divine light blazed brilliantly, sweeping all before him.
Ye Fan threw a punch, directly piercing through the eight-armed giant's final weapon—the Great Luo Sacred Shield.
With a crack, the golden fist, weighing over a billion jun, penetrated the ancient shield. This saint artifact quickly shattered, falling in pieces.
The eight-armed giant was shocked. What kind of physique was this? It had successively destroyed his precious treasures, turning the artifacts he had forged with his life into debris.
This was a human even more "ferocious" than their giant race. Golden blood qi surged to the heavens, and his fist had already struck, colliding with the giant palm. With a pu sound, it pierced through, blood splattering everywhere.
"Roar..."
The eight-armed giant howled in pain. It was all too fast. The opponent had come with overwhelming force, directly smashing through all obstacles!
Indeed, even his massive physical body was pierced through. First, his arms broke, blood flowing profusely, then his torso.
Ye Fan transformed into a dragon-shaped curve. Within his Wheel Sea, the Taiji immortal diagram hummed and trembled. The Chaos Azure Lotus merged with his physical body, temporarily detaching from the Dao diagram.
In that moment, his physical body and the azure lotus together formed the curve of Dao, fusing together, transforming into a dragon shape, passing through the sky.
Pu!
A great rain of blood scattered. The eight-armed giant groaned and retreated, but suddenly discovered that his physical body had been split by that golden curve, severed into several sections.
"Ah..."
He let out a heaven-shaking cry. This was all too terrifying. He was an outstanding one among saints, yet before this human, he was so fragile.
Finally, with a soft sound, his massive head exploded, blood staining the sky red. He perished, body and spirit destroyed.
Roar!
Behind the eight-armed giant were several more ferocious beasts, each powerful, their ferocious aura (xiong yan) soaring to the heavens.
It could be said that none were easy opponents. These were all saint beasts, each formidable, charging forward to kill, blood qi rolling, emanating from within their bodies, surging to the heavens.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan shouted, leading the Dragon Horse and the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon as they charged forward, unleashing a deadly assault. The situation was critical (wei ji). They didn't know how things were outside. They had to eliminate these enemies in the shortest time.
"Moo..."
A giant ox covered in blood-red fur bellowed, shaking the heavens. But in battle with Ye Fan, it was struck by dozens of golden fists and ultimately met its end, its powerful saint body shattered.
Pu!
Next, Ye Fan struck repeatedly. Five divine swords emerged from behind him, chaotic sword qi shooting in all directions, cutting a nine-headed sacred bird into bloody paste.
Feathers flew, blood splattered. This place became a slaughterhouse. The Dragon Horse and the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon also dealt with their opponents. Several powerful saint beasts were all killed, not one surviving.
"Three of these saint beasts were powerful beings on this life ancient star. It seems they have all submitted to the sacred spirit. One can imagine how critical (wei ji) the situation is now," said the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon.
They didn't delay any further. They rushed out of the Ghost-God Burial Ground. As they emerged from the giant gate, Ye Fan took the golden divine egg from the altar and stored it away.
This was an inconceivable divine egg, containing the Dao fruit of a great sage's entire life. The wild fox had stolen it, using it to open the burial ground of the mythological era. It would be a pity to waste it here.
"Oh? The situation doesn't seem as bad as we imagined."
When they left this burial ground and walked out of the barren Great Moon Slope, they found that no war that would destroy the entire star domain had occurred.
They crossed the great wilderness, traversed great marshes, and passed through many places, delving deep (shen ru) to understand. They learned that the atmosphere had recently become extremely tense, with war could erupt at any moment (sui shi ke neng).
"The supreme sacred spirit from beyond the domain has led thousands of troops here. Now no one can escape this star domain. The entire starry sky has been sealed!"
"Two days ago, a terrifying stone fetus sacred image manifested between heaven and earth, intimidating all human powerhouses, oppressing (ya po) all living beings to suffocation. A great calamity has arrived."
Ye Fan heard such news from several powerhouses, his heart sinking. Disaster was about to arise, about to sweep through this ancient star domain.
The only good news was that humanity's Dao protectors seemed to have also arrived, confronting the supreme sacred spirit in the starry sky.
This was also the fundamental reason why the invincible sacred spirit hadn't immediately attacked. In recent days, humanity hadn't been idle. The Dao protectors had already come, now manifesting to counter the sacred spirit.
In the following days, Ye Fan couldn't enter the starry sky to undergo tribulation. Otherwise, he might run into the army led by the sacred spirit and die for certain.
The Dragon Horse said, "We have to endure for now. The star domain is certainly ambushed on all sides. The war is on the verge of breaking out. Who knows how tragic (can lie) the battle will be."
Ye Fan nodded, then turned to ask the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, "Have there been any news about the people I asked you to find?"
All along the way, he had been gathering information about Pang Bo, Ji Ziyue, Southern Demon, and others. But he couldn't do it openly, could only (zhi neng) silently search, because he feared bringing disaster upon them.
The news that the sacred body of the Burial Emperor Star had arrived had already spread on the ancient stellar path. He hoped his old friends would hear of it. He didn't mind exposing himself and becoming a target of attention. But he couldn't let his old friends become the focus of scrutiny, as that would be extremely dangerous.
The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon shook its head, saying, "So many years have passed. Who can remember who all came? I've asked many ancient beasts, but none have any impression."
Human cultivators generally kept their distance from saint beasts, and during trials, both sides would deliberately avoid each other, rarely having major conflicts.
Ye Fan was silent. He had secretly learned in the previous cities that Pang Bo, Ji Ziyue, Southern Demon, and others had definitely come along the path. He felt they might have stopped here for some years.
But now, it seemed different from his conjecture (cai xiang), somewhat uncertain. Those people hadn't left behind many clues.
"Perhaps one senior might know something," said the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon. It led Ye Fan to a swampy area, adjacent to a cluster of lakes.
This place was misty with water vapor, silent among the marshes. No fierce birds or beasts dared approach, as if filled with awe for this place.
The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon whispered, "A senior dwells here. Legend has it that he is not much younger than the departed great sage-level Tyrant Dragon Lord, having lived through long ages."
"So formidable? He can outlive a great sage?!" The Dragon Horse was astonished.
"The strongest point of this race is that they live far longer than other races," said the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon.
A turtle clan member who had lived for over seven thousand years was living in seclusion (yin ju) here. In terms of pure strength, he might not be supreme, but in lifespan, even the Tyrant Dragon Great Sage had to concede defeat.
This turtle clan elder was not particular. He lived in a muddy cave, filled with miasma, dark and damp, yet he insisted on (pian pian) liking it.
Everything went smoothly. The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon requested an audience, and he summoned them inside, without putting on airs or showing racial prejudice.
"In my life, half of my years have been spent in slumber. That's also why I've lived so long. If you ask me, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," said the old turtle weakly.
It was like a stone mountain, quietly lying deep in the muddy cave, not having moved for many years. Its shell was covered in moss, and in some places, weeds had even grown.
Ye Fan sighed, bowed to it, and prepared to take his leave. This result was not unexpected.
"Oh? This girl seems familiar." Suddenly, the old turtle spoke, pointing to the image of Ji Ziyue in the void, then looking at her brother Ji Haoyue.
Ye Fan was greatly startled, saying, "What? Please, senior, tell me."
The old turtle said, "That time, I traveled in spirit through the void and saw these two chasing an ancient coffin. But it was only a fleeting glance, and I missed them."
Both Ye Fan and the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon believed that the old turtle was definitely an expert. Otherwise, how would he dare to travel in spirit through the void?
Separating one's divine sense from the body, entering the cosmic (yu zhou) starry sky for a long journey, was something only those close to or reaching the great sage realm would dare attempt. It was very dangerous.
After all, the depths of the universe were filled with too many uncertainties. If an accident occurred, the result would be divine destruction.
"That was a coffin from the mythological era, buried above the nine heavens. It was extremely terrifying. I think it should have buried a great emperor. From a great distance, I tried to explore it and was almost sucked in, nearly perishing in spirit," said the old turtle, still shuddering.
In that process, it had seen a man and a woman desperately chasing the ancient coffin. In a fleeting glance, it only caught a few words from them before its divine sense was injured, forcing it to end its void-traveling journey.
"What did they say?" asked Ye Fan.
"Void... ancestor... we'll continue along the ancient path, perhaps we'll encounter the ancient coffin again," said the old turtle.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but ponder. Ji Ziyue and Ji Haoyue had embarked on the ancient path and unexpectedly encountered Emperor Void's coffin!
This was a startling matter, greatly stirring (chu dong) him.
Ye Fan still remembered those scenes—the wonders (qi jing) he had seen in the starry sky during the expedition from the Eternal Main Star. So many warships, chaining an ancient coffin, yet all had collapsed and been destroyed.
He hadn't expected that the big and little moons of the Ji Family had also encountered Emperor Void's coffin in the starry sky, meeting their ancestor.
"On the ancient stellar path..." said the old turtle.