# Chapter 1305: The Ancient Well's Chaotic Cause
Old Madman stood with a majestic and robust bearing, now appearing to be in his thirties, in the prime of life. His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his eyes deep and profound, like a god or demon.
His five secret realms were all glowing, astonishing the assembled heroes. Each secret realm was crystalline and dazzling, containing an immortal cocoon—this was extremely peculiar.
In an instant, everyone's hearts trembled. He had walked his own path, lying dormant and undergoing transformation. Once he broke out of his cocoon, the winds and clouds would surely shift, and heaven and earth would lose their color!
Mist swirled, immortal fire blazed. Cang Yan stood within the haze formed by firelight, his true form indistinct, yet he was incomparably intimidating, like a demon lord standing between heaven and earth.
"All five secret realms contain cocoons. I just wonder if you'll have the chance to break out of them," said the Fire Clan Sacred Spirit Cang Yan coldly.
Hearing this, everyone felt even more that the immortal cocoons within the five secret realms were extraordinary. Even a peerless sacred spirit was wary of them, showing how terrifying this path was.
"Cough..." The stone man Ao Mang coughed blood. Although he had reorganized his body, he was in severe decline, his foundation unstable.
He claimed to be invincible at the same cultivation level, yet someone had punched through his body with two strikes, leaving him utterly humiliated, wishing he could die on the spot. If not for Cang Yan's astonishing cultivation, chanting ancient scriptures and employing heaven-plundering power to extend his life, he would likely have fallen.
"Make your move!" the Fire Clan Sacred Spirit Cang Yan shouted coldly.
Old Madman stepped forward. His five secret realms radiated brilliance, growing even more resplendent, emitting the sound of scripture chanting, making him as majestic as a war god.
Ao Mang turned and withdrew. The following battle had nothing to do with him—it was a confrontation between even stronger beings. He could only retreat with unwillingness and resentment.
Everyone held their breath, each person extremely tense. This battle concerned the rise and fall of several races in this starry sky, all hinging on the upcoming peak confrontation.
"Boom!"
Old Madman made his move. This time, it was no longer a punch. His brow lit up, and a brilliant radiance flew out—this was his Dao technique.
A youthful Old Madman drove an ancient war chariot, charging out from between his brows, stirring up sky-shrouding killing intent. He wielded a cyan square-headed halberd, splitting mountains and rivers.
Old Madman's Dao technique was as unmatched as his invincible fist intent. A youthful Old Madman was born from his Immortal Platform, heroic and spirited, sharp and imposing, charging forward to kill.
Boom!
Ahead, the flames and light mist were instantly scattered. The ancient war chariot rumbled loudly, charging toward the Fire Clan Sacred Spirit Cang Yan, while the heroic youth's square-headed halberd cleaved straight down.
Amid terrifying light, Dao marks were endless, one stretch connecting to another, like a sparkling sea beneath the bright moon, rising and falling.
This was a world-shaking battle, a confrontation of Dao techniques, violently colliding. They continuously ascended, the outer cosmic void refined into chaos.
The Fire Clan Sacred Spirit Cang Yan struck repeatedly with heavy blows. Ten thousand runes emerged on his two flesh-and-blood arms, forging order divine chains. He was like an immortal phoenix reborn from fire, battling the youth.
The ancient war chariot emitted scripture-chanting sounds and quickly vanished, transforming into strands of Dao patterns. At the same time, the heroic and imposing youthful Old Madman spread his arms, soared into the sky, and transformed into a Kunpeng, cutting across the nine heavens!
An immortal phoenix and a Kunpeng battled, fierce and tragic. The vast heavens were shattered and dilapidated, chaos hazy, as if creating heaven and earth anew.
This was a world-shaking battle!
"Hum"
The cosmic void trembled like a tattered cloth being stretched, splitting apart, while the entire ancient star also shook.
Cang Yan's body vanished, transforming into a patch of firelight, moving at extreme speed, surrounding the Kunpeng. At the same time, he split off a portion, charging toward Old Madman's true body.
Whoosh!
At this moment, Old Madman displayed a divine speed that shocked even the sacred spirit. The Stride Art was unmatched in the world. In an instant, he rushed over, avoiding the immortal fire and mist.
With a long roar, the Kunpeng merged with Old Madman's true body, once again transforming into a majestic middle-aged man, radiating surging battle intent.
Crack, crack...
Thunderous explosions sounded. Everyone was horrified. Deep in the heavens, small planets exploded one after another, all shattered!
This was where the Kunpeng and immortal phoenix had just fought, extending so far that it could cut through the starry sky and destroy stars—truly astonishing.
Everything came to a standstill. Old Madman stood majestically in the sky, his five secret realms shimmering with immortal light. The cocoons within were mysterious, like the bright moon or the blazing sun.
Mist swirled, immortal fire blazed. The sacred spirit Cang Yan also manifested, his expression unreadable, but one could sense his extreme solemnity.
"He has blocked a peerless sacred spirit. Even Cang Yan, who has hope of becoming a Quasi-Emperor, cannot do anything to my race's supreme expert!" people cheered.
To this day, being able to fight a sacred spirit without losing was a great honor. This was everyone's view, showing how terrifying this race was in people's minds.
Old Madman's Dao technique was equally invincible, not inferior to his fist intent, able to contend with Cang Yan.
"Truly a peerless hero. Just now, two punches pierced a stone man sacred spirit, and now he's resisting an even more powerful fire spirit—truly unmatched in the world," people marveled, believing Old Madman could hold off this fire spirit.
However, Ye Fan furrowed his brow. Only he knew how dangerous this battle was, not as easy as people imagined.
When Old Madman fought opponents, he often decided victory within a few moves, just like when he dealt with the stone man Ao Mang earlier—two invincible punches were worth thousands.
It wasn't a simple victory. Those two punches contained his entire Dao power and his invincible will, surpassing a bloody struggle.
After all, that was a sacred spirit!
The power of sacred spirits was deeply ingrained. They were protected by heaven when gestating. Once born, few could contend with them. They had been renowned throughout history.
Now, the Cang Yan that Old Madman faced was even more powerful. Ye Fan was naturally worried. The fire spirit was definitely a formidable enemy. Even someone as strong as Old Madman dared not claim certain victory.
"As an expert of your level, you should understand all this. No one can stop this now. Besides Ao Mang and me, several ancient evil gods are campaigning in this star domain. The ancient path has been broken in several places. Do you still want to go against the tide?" Cang Yan said coldly.
At Great Moon Slope, both humans and beast clans changed color, feeling a sense of oppression. Evil gods were ancient experts of foreign races, likely no weaker than these two invincible sacred spirits.
If so, this star domain was truly in danger!
"That's right. Several ancient evil gods lent us troops, naturally with their own designs. Even if your human race is powerful, you can't withstand the combined attack of all races!" Ao Mang said coldly from behind.
"Enough talk. Fight!" Old Madman was very direct, launching his attack again.
He stretched his form, and his entire body underwent a strange transformation, flowing out strands of runes that formed an "Immortal" character behind him!
"Rumble!"
He attacked with supreme power, his body merging with that Immortal character. His divine might was overwhelming, as if about to flip the entire sky. Old Madman was like an Immortal Venerable descending to the world.
Whether in Dao techniques or physical fist power, he was at a world-shaking level, unstoppable!
Cang Yan shouted loudly, his entire body radiating immortal light. His body disintegrated, transforming into strands of flame that filled every inch of space. Old Madman passed through but could not harm him.
"Not good!" Everyone changed color, breaking out in cold sweat. Old Madman's victory or defeat alone concerned the life and death of every living being on this ancient star.
One ancient symbol after another appeared, densely packed. This was the Fire Clan Sacred Spirit's origin forbidden technique, capable of burning the nine heavens, destroying three thousand worlds—a supreme wondrous art. Cang Yan was decomposing himself, transforming into origin immortal symbols, cutting down everything.
In heaven and earth, he was everywhere. Every strand of immortal fire became an ancient symbol, dazzling and brilliant. These were all him, able to gather at any time to manifest his true form.
Amid the strands of immortal light ancient symbols, Old Madman remained unharmed. The "Immortal" character behind him shone brightly, able to grind away all obstacles!
Moreover, patches of Dao patterns appeared beneath his feet. He wandered among the various ancient symbols, striking against the firelight symbols.
The time around Old Madman seemed to freeze. Space twisted. Every movement of his was very slow, but he moved with determination, cutting off strands of immortal glow.
This was the power of the Stride Secret among the Nine Secrets!
Pfft!
A spray of blood splashed high. Cang Yan manifested, his chest bearing several terrible wounds where flames were missing, ground away by Old Madman.
A beam of firelight pierced the sky. Cang Yan entered the heavens. Old Madman soared up and instantly vanished into the dark starry domain. They delved deep into the cosmos for their final decisive battle.
Although Ye Fan believed in Old Madman's strength, he still felt some hidden worry in his heart.
Just then, a divine thought sounded. Azure Phoenix Daoist transmitted to him, saying: "Several evil gods have mobilized, all supreme experts of their races, no weaker than sacred spirits. They may hold extreme imperial weapons. The Green Copper Cauldron must not appear. Don't let them see it. Guard the Spirit Ghost Burial Ground. Doing this much counts as doing your best..."
Beneath the ancient well, there was something extraordinary. For the Sacred Spirit lineage, it was something they were determined to obtain, and several ancient evil gods also wanted a share.
However, the most detailed records about this demon well were in a rare human ancient text. The human race understood it more clearly than they did.
The ancient well did contain what the sacred spirits needed, but obtaining it would cost them a terrible price. There was something terrifying inside!
The human race's Dao protectors had already planned. If they couldn't guard the dry well, they would let them open it. Perhaps they could use this to consume two or three sacred spirits or evil gods.
"On the Stellar Ancient Path, there are several such ancient wells. Their existence is a very uncertain factor. Some human experts also want to use their hands to open them and solve the problem forever."
Hearing this, Ye Fan felt a chill, sensing an undercurrent of conspiracy. This was a trap set by the human race.
Azure Phoenix Daoist said: "Of course, the pros and cons coexist, almost equal. Therefore, the human Dao protectors have been unable to decide for a long time."
In this era, the human race was very powerful. This section of the ancient path produced many experts with brilliant achievements, wanting to solve some problems left over from ancient times in this golden age.
"Originally, it was meant to benefit future generations, but it became several demon wells. Let the sacred spirits and evil gods open them, using their power to eliminate some crises. Then we will choose our moment to act. Even so, this battle's fortune is hard to predict," Azure Phoenix Daoist said.
Ye Fan knew that the other party told him this only because he possessed the Green Copper Cauldron. Otherwise, with his current cultivation level, he wouldn't be qualified to know.
"Senior, are you unharmed?" Ye Fan asked. He seriously suspected that this old Daoist's defeat might be feigned.
"I'm old. I'm really no match for him. If I were five hundred years younger, I might be able to fight him. After all, he's a sacred spirit. How many can suppress one? Rare throughout history." Azure Phoenix Daoist said with melancholy, somewhat sad, sighing over the passing of youth, the decline of his blood energy, his peak gone forever, entering his twilight years.
Suddenly, heaven and earth shook violently. Ao Mang looked over coldly, walking step by step, killing intent exposed, staring at Azure Phoenix Daoist, saying: "My battle with you is not over yet!"
He wanted to take advantage of Old Madman and Cang Yan fighting outside the domain to first settle everything on this battlefield.
"Senior..." Ye Fan showed concern.
Azure Phoenix Daoist said: "His injuries are very severe. It's unknown if he'll survive. Although I'm old, holding off a sacred spirit like this is still no problem."
The great battle began again!
The Guide Envoy of the Human Race's Tenth City, along with Overlord Tuolan and others, also joined forces to attack the stone man Lun Duo!
Ye Fan looked toward the dry well, fixing his gaze on Mo Pu. This time, without the fire spirit Cang Yan guarding it, he strode forward boldly, charging straight ahead, shouting: "You said that sacred spirits are invincible at the same cultivation level. Today, my human race will shatter your proud myth one by one."
Mo Pu's face turned ashen. He said coldly: "Your human race is no match!"
"I've already killed a stone wolf and a stone man Wu Gu. What do you say—am I a match or not? If not, I'll blow you apart too!" Ye Fan replied coldly.
Brother Crazy has made his move. Now it's Ye Fan's turn. Seeking monthly votes to aid the two-punch battle.
# Chapter 1306: Human and God Contend for Supremacy
Mo Pu's expression turned ugly upon hearing this. The stone wolf who had arrived at this star earlier was dead, and Wu Gu had also been killed by Ye Fan—this was a disgrace to the Sacred Spirit clan.
Boom!
Blood surged through his body, every drop dazzling and crystalline, emitting boundless immortal light through his stone body, possessing an undying divine nature.
"Throughout history, the human race has been cowardly and insignificant. In past battles, you lost more than you won. You didn't hesitate to bow and worship us, already nailed to the pillar of shame!" Mo Pu said coldly.
He exposed some old wounds from the past—the darkest ages when no human Great Emperor had emerged. A single invincible Great Sacred Spirit could rule an entire star domain, with all humans submitting.
The human race was weak. In those ages, they regarded sacred spirits as gods, unable to resist, forced to kowtow and worship in fear.
It could be said that this was a period of shame. The dark ages were something the human race didn't want to mention or face. Their ancestors had been enslaved and oppressed, yet that era produced no peerless, invincible, stunning talent.
"In the fallen ages of the human race, a few jumped-up clowns gained power. If we speak of the past, the supreme ancient ancestors of the sacred spirits were killed by the human ancestors!" Ye Fan said coldly, walking forward step by step, accumulating his combat power. His entire body emitted dazzling golden light, like a war god descending to the world.
The sound of scripture chanting came from within his body. Strands of Dao marks emerged, like golden order divine chains spreading in all directions, making him appear even taller, majestic, and intimidating.
"I only know that one person from my Sacred Spirit lineage can rule your entire race. A vast star domain submits without exception!" Mo Pu left the ancient well, his expression cold and ruthless, continuing to ruthlessly rub salt into the human race's old wounds.
"Is this the proud capital of the Sacred Spirit lineage? Can you only immerse yourselves in that meager glory? Why not mention the ages when human Great Emperors ruled? You dare not, for shame. If a sacred spirit caused trouble, it would be slaughtered." Ye Fan used the word "slaughtered" to emphasize the Great Emperor's supreme authority, suppressing sacred spirits like slaughtering chickens and dogs.
"That's because in those ages... no perfected sacred spirit emerged. On the contrary, in your human history, the dark eras occupied no short period of time," Mo Pu said coldly.
"Using your reasoning, during the dark ages ruled by sacred spirits, no human Great Emperor emerged. If one had existed, all sacred spirits would have been killed. Who would dare cause trouble!" Ye Fan sneered.
Scripture-chanting sounds emerged from within both their bodies. Blood energy obscured the sun. Their two bodies stood like ancient great mountains, emitting strands of divine aura, incomparably powerful.
The great battle was about to begin. Their verbal conflict was cold and harsh. Their Dao power was pushed to the limit, brewing earth-shattering attacks.
This battle was unavoidable!
It was no longer a personal fight but carried another layer of meaning—the contest between the human race and the Sacred Spirit lineage over who was stronger and who was weaker would be reflected in this battle.
The Sacred Spirit clan was proud, always arrogant, looking down on the world, considering themselves invincible. Their historical record against the human race indeed confirmed their glory.
But insulting the human race like this made everyone feel stifled. Thinking of those dark ages made them even more furious.
Mo Pu repeatedly brought it up, humiliating the human race, exposing old wounds, making everyone wish they could fight him personally, crack him open, bathe in his blood, and write glory with their achievements.
This was a battle for Ye Fan and Mo Pu to establish their invincible beliefs, while also involving two great races! Countless cultivators watched. In a sense, their victory or defeat would also affect many people's beliefs.
By now, there were signs of a contest of racial fortune. From Old Madman to Ye Fan, successively confronting sacred spirits, victory or defeat was of great importance, shaking the beliefs of both races.
This would be a battle to determine whether the sacred spirits or the human race was stronger or weaker. It might shake many things!
"Roar..."
Mo Pu suddenly let out a great shout. His stone-like body was nearly translucent, blood energy surging to the sky! He radiated brilliant light, an undying power spreading.
With a single roar, he shook the entire Spirit Ghost Burial Ground, causing it to crack. The icebergs turned to ash, the black Styx River evaporated, and ancient corpses vanished.
In the battlefield, many people were affected. Those close by suffered devastating impact. Dozens of people on the scene shattered, turning into clouds of blood mist.
Even saints suffered severe injuries, almost roared to death. Several of them split apart, struggling to reorganize their bodies as they retreated.
"Aooo..." An azure wolf, a saint for many years, had its bones broken and sinews snapped. It was too close and was shattered by a stone man's roar, turning into a cloud of blood mist. Although it reorganized, under the continuous impact, it ultimately met with great calamity, bleeding out and dying.
Ye Fan gave a light shout, swinging his fist, radiating undying divine brilliance, like a heavenly god looking down on the vast earth, striking forward with force.
This was his full-power strike. The golden blood in his body thundered, surging violently, emitting sounds like a tsunami, shaking heaven and earth.
The human Sacred Body radiated light, as if clusters of immortal fire were burning, engulfing him, making him appear terrifyingly mighty, with divine might covering the world.
Ye Fan transformed into a golden god, standing amid infinite Dao light. This fist moved with the momentum of heaven and earth, as if carrying the power of the entire universe forward!
Boom!
Blinding light burst from within Mo Pu's body. Everyone closed their eyes, unable to look directly. The Great Dao thundered. True dragons and immortal phoenixes sang in harmony, swirling around him.
This was proof of heaven's protection. Within his body were the most primitive laws of heaven and earth. When he was gestating, they were left in his body, now activated to kill enemies.
This was the capital of the Sacred Spirit lineage's invincibility!
Both understood the significance of this battle. They could only win, not lose. Therefore, they pushed their combat power to the limit.
Dong!
A heaven-shattering sound erupted. Two fists collided. A sea of divine light exploded. Many people's eyes were stabbed blind in that moment, blood and tears flowing freely.
This was an earth-shattering great confrontation. What should have been a thousand moves was completed in a single peerless punch, terrifying to the extreme!
Pfft!
Blood splattered. Boundless light surged, accompanied by the smell of blood. This was the blood of invincible saints spilling. The first strike already had results.
Saint blood fell like rain, pattering to the ground, piercing the red earth, showing the cruelty of this battle.
Amid the boundless light, one figure stood unmoving, while another flew out with dazzling brilliance, bringing a rain of blood.
Everyone was extremely tense. Whether human or foreign races like the stone man Lun Duo, their hearts were in their throats, anxious, closely watching this battle.
"It's... Ye Fan flying out with a rain of blood!"
The human race's hearts immediately turned cold. The powerful ancient saints helping the human race also felt a shadow fall. Were sacred spirits truly unshakeable? This made people feel stifled and despairing.
Just now, the stone man Mo Pu had insulted them so. If he won, how could people bear it? All humans would be burning with rage, wishing they could go mad.
"The Sacred Body from the Burial Emperor Star... has lost." People clenched their fists, filled with unwillingness.
The stone man Lun Duo smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth. He even set aside his great battle with the Human Race's Tenth City Guide Envoy and Overlord Tuolan, watching the battlefield, cold and ruthless.
Ye Fan rushed out, his body covered with large patches of bloodstains, especially his fist dripping with blood, carrying brilliant light—what in some star domains was called divine blood.
"This... is not his own blood. He rushed out bathed in divine blood!" someone shouted.
This was like heavenly music, stirring up ten thousand waves. Everyone looked at that terrifying golden fist. It was not broken, stained with someone else's blood.
Boom!
The crowd erupted like a flood. The Spirit Ghost Burial Ground was noisy. Great Moon Slope was in chaos.
Ye Fan was not knocked back by the stone man Mo Pu. Rather, in their confrontation, this fist contained all his power, shattering the sacred spirit's right hand and charging through.
"I said, the Sacred Body from the Burial Emperor Star, unseen for a hundred thousand years, how could he lose..." At this moment, even the Human Race's Tenth City Guide Envoy was excited, shouting loudly, expressing his opinion.
"Our human race has won! The myth of sacred spirit invincibility has been defeated today, defeated again and again. They are nothing!" many people shouted.
The effect of this battle was immediate. Many people's confidence swelled. The shadow in their hearts seemed to be swept away in an instant, filled with powerful and invincible beliefs.
From Old Madman to Ye Fan, their battles against sacred spirits were overwhelming, making everyone present's battle blood boil, feeling they possessed infinite divine power.
"It's not over yet!" All kinds of mist and divine light dissipated. In the battlefield, Mo Pu's right fist was bloody, along with his entire arm deformed, covered in cracks.
His expression was cold, carrying an indescribable aura, like a demon god sweeping over everyone, then fixing his gaze on Ye Fan again.
"This battle is not over yet!"
He roared to the sky, his stone-like hair standing on end, each strand like a galaxy, emitting blinding light, piercing toward the heavens.
Then, roaring, his entire body radiated light. One ancient symbol after another manifested on his body, appearing in the void. These were the original Dao source imprints left by heaven and earth during his gestation.
"Born of heaven and earth, even the heavens bless me. What can you do to me? Sacred spirits are invincible!"
His right fist was repaired with cracking sounds, then he swung the sky full of ancient imprints, charging to kill Ye Fan. The entire sky seemed to fall, sacred spirit aura covering the world!
The great heaven and earth trembled, emitting Dao sounds. The nine heavens and ten lands seemed to merge with him. Endless Dao techniques deepened. The stone man Mo Pu was blessed by heaven's fortune, his entire body radiating endless light.
Unstoppable! At this moment, he became the spokesperson of heaven and earth, advancing fearlessly, charging forward to kill.
Ye Fan stood on the earth, his battle robe stained with divine blood, shining brightly. His gaze was deep, his expression cold, elevating his infinite potential, erupting with peerless combat power!
Then, he swung the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, very direct, domineering without limit, blood energy rolling, only I am supreme!
His tall and sturdy body stood beneath the sky, like a heavenly god looking down on the nine heavens and ten lands, dominating this world.
"Boom!"
Light flooded the eight directions and six extremities. The most terrifying strike erupted. The two collided!