# Chapter 1310: Ancient Path Collapses
No one could have imagined that this battle would drag on for half a year!
Crimson Flame and several ancient evil gods wielded imperial weapons and attacked multiple times, always returning without success, only leaving behind corpses, unable to conquer this demonic well.
After the seventh month, the great battle began once again.
The Soul-Refining Pot, forged from Feather-Transformation Azure Gold, shimmered with streaks of precious radiance, like the sea under a bright moon, sparkling with rippling light, exhaling endless auspicious energy, wanting to contain the entire universe within itself.
This was an Extreme Imperial Weapon, unmatched in the world, blooming with immortal light in the hands of the Sacred Spirit Crimson Flame. The interior of the pot's mouth was vast and boundless, capable of holding the entire heaven and earth.
Crimson Flame, holding the divine pot, engaged in an earth-shattering confrontation with the flesh-and-blood great hand and the stone token. The star river trembled, the universe shook, releasing immortal power in the supreme clash.
In this battle, the ancient life star could no longer be preserved. Even though it bore the imprints of ancient great emperors, after enduring multiple attacks from imperial weapons, it still split into pieces.
The massive star disintegrated, scattering across the dark universe. The magnificent mountains and rivers became ruined lands. After such a long period of battle, not a blade of grass remained, and the lakes had dried up.
The Great Moon Slope where the ancient well was located, situated on a continent floating in the cosmos, was already battered, but under the protection of the stone token and the Blood Demon, it was preserved.
"Ah-mo-duo-gu..." The Fire Spirit Crimson Flame chanted scriptures, targeting the stone token within the white lotus, wanting to summon it out. This was their ancestral artifact.
The continent floating in the universe emitted waves of auspicious light. The stone token shone brilliantly, with dense tiny characters emerging on its surface, shaped like tadpoles, mysterious beyond compare.
"It is the Heaven-Repairing Art of my Sacred Spirit Clan!" Crimson Flame shouted, charging with all his might.
Unfortunately, those tadpole characters only flickered once before disappearing. His chanting could momentarily stir the stone token but could not control it, unable to obtain it.
He went mad, charging desperately, urging the Soul-Refining Pot, wanting to subdue the stone token, which recorded the secret method that could allow a Sacred Spirit to reach Great Perfection.
This battle lasted a long time. Several ancient evil gods joined forces, assisting Crimson Flame, causing the Soul-Refining Pot to nearly transform into a deity, even manifesting an imperial shadow!
However, within the white lotus opposite, that giant hand was also trembling. Under the direction of several Blood Demons, the light emitted by the stone token was unparalleled.
Fierce collision, brutal slaughter, the roar of great sages, the star river shaking, planets exploding—this star region became a broken, ruined remnant.
Ye Fan watched from afar in silence. The Dragon Horse and Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon had long emerged from seclusion, also waiting for an opportunity, their hearts filled with dread. They finally understood how terrifying a Great Sage was and how unattainably lofty the ancient great emperors were.
Boom!
The continent where the Ghost God Burial Ground was located exploded, the ancient well shattered, and two Blood Demons were killed. Even the white lotus was smashed to pieces. This was an evil lotus born from absorbing the blood of supreme Sacred Spirits, possessing immortal properties, yet now it was broken, emitting a mournful cry.
A plant, screaming like a vengeful spirit, chilled everyone's hearts to the bone.
Similarly, that ancient artifact was not a true supreme imperial weapon after all. What it relied on was merely that giant hand; only the combination of the two produced such might. Now, after continuous bombardment, it had dimmed somewhat.
The Fire Spirit Crimson Flame and several evil gods launched fierce attacks without regard for consequences, achieving very effective results. They were about to break into the Ghost God Burial Ground and subdue the stone token.
"Clang," "Clang"...
The stone token trembled, emitting a series of clanging sounds, like Chaos sword energy surging upward. The ancient stone flickered, dripping trails of blood.
That was the blood of Sacred Spirits. The dense tadpole characters appeared again. Crimson Flame was entranced, shouting and crying, memorizing this section of the Heaven-Repairing Art with all his heart, hoping that one day he could reach perfection.
Ye Fan's expression changed. Crimson Flame was extraordinary, extremely terrifying, able to contend with Old Madman. He was a stunningly talented Sacred Spirit. If he advanced, who in the world could oppose him?
"Ah, no, how can this be!" Suddenly, Crimson Flame cried out, his expression filled with pain, staring fixedly at the stone token.
The Heaven-Repairing Art was profoundly complex. This was only the opening incantation, not the complete version. It was merely an introduction; the true art was in the other demonic wells.
There was a stone book that specifically recorded that ancient art, but no one knew which ancient well it was truly buried in.
During the Mythical Era, the invincible Sacred Spirit was suppressed and killed, sealed within seven ancient wells. The stone token and stone book were also supremely sacred objects. The Dao Venerable wanted to dissolve them all, because aside from himself, no one among the human race could control such ancient weapons.
Unfortunately, just as with the failed attempt to refine the Sacred Spirit's flesh and blood, the deities within the ancient weapons could not be completely smelted and turned into part of the immortal liquid.
If all seven demonic wells were to be opened, a large section of the stellar ancient path would collapse. Who knew what terrifying existences might appear?
One must understand that just one demonic well had already been this terrifying, requiring so many deaths to successfully open.
Most critically, Ao Mang and one evil god had perished!
If opening each demonic well was this difficult and dangerous, then without the human race even needing to act, they themselves would likely be completely wiped out.
Rumble!
The white lotus completely exploded, smashed to powder by the Soul-Refining Pot, turning into a patch of white radiance that vanished into the universe.
And that several-hundred-zhang-long flesh-and-blood great hand also suddenly burst apart at this moment, divine blood splattering everywhere.
Crimson Flame shouted. To him, this was divine medicine. He desperately fought to seize it, but unfortunately, all the divine blood was burning. Once it left the hand, it could not be controlled and turned into light.
During the Mythical Era, how powerful was the Dao Venerable? He possessed supreme might. Although he had misjudged and failed to turn the invincible Sacred Spirit of that era into immortal liquid, after so many years of sealing, its flesh and blood had finally collapsed.
Now, triggered by the Soul-Refining Pot, the Sacred Spirit's flesh and blood, which had been sealed by the Dao Venerable for ten thousand ages, disintegrated, no longer existing in the world!
"Ah..." Crimson Flame cried out, filled with unwillingness.
Several evil gods secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Crimson Flame succeeded and obtained the supreme divine blood, he might one day tower above them, suppressing them until they could barely breathe.
"According to the agreement, this stone token will belong to us!" Several evil gods said, looking at Crimson Flame.
"On the condition that you help me obtain the complete Heaven-Repairing Art and open the other demonic wells!" Crimson Flame said coldly.
This was not the time for their discussion, because the stone token had not yet been truly subdued. It was still trembling, struggling violently.
"There are finger marks on the stone token, almost snapped through!" An evil god's expression changed, because this might become their spoils of war, yet it was damaged.
"They are finger marks left by the Dao Venerable!" Everyone's expression changed, their hearts filled with shock.
The stone token had a stone exterior but also flesh and blood inside. This was a special Sacred Spirit, born together with its master, naturally becoming a weapon.
"Damned Dao Venerable! Not only did he kill my ancient ancestor and refine his flesh and blood, but he also wanted to refine the ancestral artifact into immortal liquid. How infuriating!" Crimson Flame shouted.
But there was nothing he could do. He could not change anything. He could only slowly calm his mind, urge the Soul-Refining Pot, subdue the stone token, and simultaneously chant the ancient scripture to summon it.
The stone token calmed down. They took it into their hands. A few drops of liquid that had splattered into the distance were overlooked by them. Several Great Sages examined the stone token together, exclaiming in amazement.
Suddenly, the void split open, and a figure rushed out, collecting those few drops of liquid.
"That is not the filthy blood of Blood Demons. It might be the immortal liquid transformed from my Sacred Spirit Clan's ancient ancestor and the stone token!"
Crimson Flame shouted, and together with several evil gods, they urged the Soul-Refining Pot and struck out together, but it was too late. The void was vast and boundless, and that Great Sage had disappeared.
Deep in the universe, Ye Fan, through the crystal altar, saw all of this clearly. That was a human race Dao Protector who had never appeared before.
"The stone token also has a share for us."
Suddenly, a majestic voice came from the heavens. Peerless figures had arrived, from another ancient star domain, wanting to contend for the stone token.
Before long, a great battle erupted, smashing the place to pieces. These people charged into the depths of the universe.
"Let's go!"
Ye Fan transformed into a beam of light, rushing toward that ruined area. The shattered ancient star, various rocks, rotten soil, and so on floated everywhere.
Among them was a patch of soil that seemed unremarkable, attracting no one's attention, but now Ye Fan had his eyes fixed on it.
He had been hiding deep in the star domain, observing through the crystal platform, and had long detected the anomaly. He possessed supreme Source Art and knew there was heaven-defying precious liquid inside.
This was the mud from the bottom of the ancient well, blasted far away, left in a corner, unnoticed by anyone, considered worthless bloody dregs.
Swish!
Activating the Weapon Art, immortal light flashed. Ye Fan collected this patch of muddy soil, then, with the Dragon Horse and Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, flickered and vanished, disappearing into the starry sky.
Deep in the universe, a fierce battle erupted. The question of the stone token's ownership caused disagreement among several major races, leading to an earth-shattering confrontation.
This was a Great Sage-level conflict, employing the Soul-Refining Pot, an Extreme Dao ancient weapon!
In another area, Ye Fan was very excited. He peeled away the muddy soil, discarded large amounts of bloody mud, removed the stone layers, and finally discovered crystalline light at the center.
Inside the bloody mud shell were over a dozen drops of five-colored immortal liquid, each the size of a fingertip, not merging with other liquid drops, each formed independently, crystal clear and brilliant.
Like an ancient god's refined great medicine, it was fragrant. Just smelling it strengthened the bones and sinews, joints cracking and popping, about to undergo transformation.
"The Dao Venerable's methods had some effect. Although not completely successful, some immortal liquid was ultimately produced!" The Dragon Horse trembled, speaking with extreme excitement.
The Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon was nearly quivering. The immortal liquid brewed by the Dao Venerable had actually been obtained by them. This was truly a great blessing, seizing a great fortune.
The ancient star where the Human Race's Tenth City was located had split into pieces, meaning this section of the ancient path was broken. The altars leading to the next destination were shattered, and repairing them would take who knows how many years.
Moreover, an even more terrifying thing happened. The Sacred Spirit Clan, the Light Clan, and the main clans from other star domains all arrived, moving together, charging toward the other ancient wells.
In the following years, the stellar ancient path experienced a great collapse. The demonic wells in other locations were all forcibly opened with blood sacrifices. This was a catastrophe.
These sections of the ancient path saw continuous great battles, heaven and earth shattering, completely destroyed. The experts from these star domains all mobilized, fighting for the Heaven-Repairing Art, searching for immortal liquid, contending for the fortune left by the Dao Venerable.
Blood dyed the starry sky red...