Chapter 1311: Eighteen Years of War
This was a harsh period, filled with bloodshed. Even though the human race had long prepared, their losses were still considerable.
Several sections of the Stellar Ancient Path collapsed, and two living ancient stars were shattered. Although a large number of living beings had been relocated long ago, it was still a mountain of bones.
No one had expected this war to last for eighteen years, and it was still not over. These several star domains were in great turmoil.
The human race, the Sacred Spirit race, the Light race, and others were all drawn into it over these ten-plus years. Even if they wanted to pull out, they couldn't. Moreover, powerful main races from other star domains came rushing in.
Seven demonic wells were opened one after another, like opening the gates of hell. This was a catastrophe, causing widespread suffering.
Some speculated that this Sacred Spirit from the Mythological Era was only one step away from attaining the Dao, nearly transforming into an Ancient Emperor. Unfortunately, it was ultimately suppressed and killed by Dao Venerable, who refined it into seven pits of divine ghosts.
Over ten years of conquest, the ancient wells were broken open one by one. All races suffered heavy losses, with even several Great Sages dying in succession.
Some ancient wells were not too dangerous, while others contained overwhelming killing intent beyond imagination. The demonic well that buried the head of that Mythological Era Sacred Spirit was the most sinister.
The armies of all races attacked, sacrificing a full one hundred thousand living beings. Blood flooded the demonic land, and mountains of bones piled up, only to create a single crack in the seal.
In the end, all races exhausted every method and finally opened this ancient well. On the day it was opened, the omens were world-shaking.
From that day on, flying sand and rolling stones, howling yin wind, a blood moon hung in the sky, and divine demon corpses fell from the heavens, crashing to the ground with a clang.
This situation lasted for a full ten years. No one could approach. A Great Sage from a foreign domain rashly entered the forbidden zone, wailing miserably for three days and three nights, until only a white bone remained, his flesh and primordial spirit completely devoured.
Ten years later, the Sacred Spirit's head emerged. This ancient star split open. It devoured the star river, costing all races an unimaginable price.
Rivers of blood flowed, dyeing the universe red. If not for the passage of time, this head suppressed by Dao Venerable to the point of decay, it's hard to imagine what disaster it would have caused.
These were the seven demonic wells. Each one was strange, filled with ten thousand layers of killing intent, becoming a burial ground for the strong.
The last ancient well buried half the torso of a living being and contained a stone scripture, triggering a bloody catastrophe. The various races of the Holy Lands slaughtered each other, fighting among themselves, even the evil gods turned against each other.
To obtain this scripture, all races fought fiercely. The human race also participated, making a move at a critical moment, but unfortunately fell short. A Dao Protector nearly perished.
The major races that had been involved all along suffered enormous losses in this battle. Two Great Sages were successively blown apart, their blood and flesh flying, the star domain pierced through.
Extreme Imperial weapons like the Soul-Refining Pot and Stone Token, or ancestral artifacts close to Imperial weapons, collided violently. Ten thousand star rivers, the universe cracked, causing some main races to be completely annihilated.
Eighteen years passed. The seven demonic wells were opened one after another, and the great war continued to this day. The Heaven-Mending Art's whereabouts were unknown; no one knew where it had fallen.
Of course, although all races suffered heavy losses, their gains were also great. Whether it was the Sacred Spirit race, the Light race, or the human race, all had obtained immortal liquid.
Dao Venerable had sealed the Mythological Era Sacred Spirit, ultimately brewing some supreme treasure liquid, found in four of the ancient wells. This was priceless for all races.
Over so many years, the Stellar Ancient Path had collapsed and could not be rebuilt. The human race's path was effectively severed. Battles continued without end, blood rain scattered, and this ancient path was desolate.
For eighteen years, Ye Fan fought bathed in blood, battling various races, year after year, moment by moment, almost fighting his way through.
He did not leave this star domain. He tempered himself with the cruelest bloody battles, crossing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, crawling through endless piles of the dead. He firmly consolidated his Dao foundation.
He had advanced too quickly in the Sage realm. Now, having experienced the impact of thousands of Dao methods and duels of various ancient arts, he had come step by step, his Dao heart firm, eliminating all future troubles.
Over the years, he did not rush to break through. He focused on building his immortal Dao foundation.
Even a bean sprout, after eighteen years of blood rain baptism, if it didn't die, could grow into a tough, precious root. It only awaited the right time to shoot up and become a towering ancient tree with developed roots.
Let alone Ye Fan. After undergoing various life-and-death tempering, he was like a peerless heavenly sword, shining brightly, extremely sharp, hidden within its sheath.
Over the years, Ye Fan only broke through once, ten years ago. When he felt his immortal Dao foundation was solid, he attempted to go further.
Ten years ago, he sat cross-legged on a demonic well that had been broken open by various races, swallowing endless death Qi, then consumed the immortal liquid left by Dao Venerable, undergoing a collision of life and death.
That year, he successfully broke through to the seventh heaven of the Sage realm, advancing by leaps and bounds. Afterwards, he experienced various bloody battles. Eight years passed, and through the test of life and death, he consolidated this realm.
The immortal liquid left by Dao Venerable could only be taken once. One drop was enough for anyone; using it again would be ineffective.
Each drop was the size of a thumb, radiating divine rays, allowing one to shed their mortal body and change their bones. This was immortal liquid nurtured in a ten-thousand-year dry well, extremely limited in quantity.
Now, all races had obtained some, worth a fortune. Some wanted to exchange various secret treasures and scriptures for it, but no one was willing to sell a single drop.
Ye Fan had over a dozen drops in his hand, which he treasured and stored away. They would be of great use in the future, allowing old friends, disciples, and others to consume them when they reached a bottleneck in their cultivation, their strength inevitably rising several levels.
Over these eighteen years, the Dragon Horse and the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon had gained enormous benefits. Whether it was the fallen Sages or the essence of the divine liquid Ye Fan dispersed after his cultivation, they had all devoured it.
These two fierce beasts had undergone several transformations, their strength exploding exponentially. All of this was based on their continuous refinement of dragon blood.
The Demon Emperor had not left scriptures on the ancient path, but this one ancient art alone was enough to defy the heavens. It was the driving force behind the continuous rise in strength of these fierce beasts.
The starry sky war had countless casualties, naturally including ancient Sages. They were used as blood food, forcefully refining their own dragon blood. This was practically taking a shortcut.
Coupled with Ye Fan giving each of them a drop of Sacred Spirit immortal liquid, their strength naturally skyrocketed. Now, they were on par with Ye Fan, both reaching the seventh heaven of the Sage realm.
Recently, they had devoured too much blood food and were likely to break through again. If this got out, it would surely leave everyone stunned.
Only by walking the Stellar Ancient Path, encountering such a great war, and mastering the heaven-defying ancient art of nurturing dragon blood, could one have such an advancement speed.
Otherwise, if they were dwelling in a star domain, hiding on an ancient star, how could they devour so many fallen Sage corpses?
These two had obtained too much Sage blood, and they themselves had also stained their hands with many lives!
"Even knowing this goes against the harmony of heaven, and there may be no good end in the future, we can't care about that now. When ancient Sage corpses fall before our eyes, how can we abandon them? We must use them to enhance our strength."
The two fierce beasts were quite open-minded. Even if they had an ominous premonition that great calamity might befall them in the future, they had to frantically use this to elevate their realm for now.
Over eighteen years, Ye Fan had become the public enemy of all races except the human race. He had killed too many cultivators, and a faint dark blood divine ring had formed behind him.
This was the result of bathing in the sacred blood of various races. As soon as he appeared, without even announcing his name, seeing that dark red divine ring, one would know it was him.
Moreover, the Sacred Spirit race had placed a golden curse on him, adding a layer of brilliant golden light to his divine ring. No matter where he went, it was hard to eliminate.
Over eighteen years, following Stone Wolf, Wu Gu, and Mo Pu, Ye Fan had killed another powerful Stone Ape in this star domain, tearing it apart with his bare hands and collecting a jar of Sacred Spirit divine blood.
This incident had a great impact. A supreme Sacred Spirit from the depths of the starry sky personally issued a curse, trying to obliterate him. Unfortunately, Ye Fan had the Green Copper Cauldron on him, which blocked it, only leaving the golden light of the curse on his back.
In such a vast star domain, how many Sacred Spirits were there? Ye Fan had killed four alone, nearly wiping out the Stone Men of this star domain. This truly infuriated this sacred race.
At the same time, this caused a sensation. Rising talents from various races constantly pursued him, all wanting to kill him and create a myth.
It was precisely because of this that Ye Fan had been in constant battle for so many years, always in the midst of bloody storms, killing countless enemies.
Unfortunately, the strong from various races who came seeking fame by defeating him almost all fell, making Ye Fan stronger through battle and establishing his reputation.
If not for the Great Sage-level figures all contending for the Mythological Era's ancient scripture, someone would have come to capture and kill him long ago.
Even so, Ye Fan had encountered danger several times. However, he mastered the Stride Art. In this world, there were people he couldn't defeat, but there weren't many who could catch up to him.
In the dark depths of the universe, the great war continued, going on for years. Now, it was unclear who had obtained that Heaven-Mending Art.
But all races had an account in their hearts. They believed that whoever possessed it would be attacked. The Light race, the Sacred Spirit race, the Winged race, the Primordial Demon race, and others fought among themselves.
Of course, this war was taking place on the human race's Stellar Ancient Path, so the human race was also in a difficult position.
Ye Fan traveled through the cold universe, occasionally seeing corpses floating in the star domain, their blood long congealed.
Over so many years, the Dragon Horse and the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon felt like vomiting at the sight of corpses, but they still forced themselves to continue devouring blood and flesh. All of this was to become stronger.
Ye Fan traversed the cold universe, searching for an undying sun. He wanted to break through again. After so many years of tempering, with countless bones at his feet and a path built with blood, he felt he could continue to break through.
Nine years ago, during a life-and-death battle, he was pursued by many strong cultivators and entered a cold star domain, where he found a Supreme Yin Divine Core, possessing extreme cold.
This was refined from the essence of Supreme Yin, a peerless treasure for cultivating the Supreme Yin Immortal Scripture.
For Ye Fan, it was a divine material for cultivating the Wheel Sea, usable for refining the Supreme Yin diagram within the Taiji Immortal Diagram. Now, to break through, he naturally needed to find a divine sun to refine the Supreme Yang diagram.
Ye Fan flew rapidly towards that blazing sun, dispelling the cold and darkness of the universe. The closer he got, the hotter it became, dazzling the eyes.
He wanted to enter the sun's core!
"Who is it?" Suddenly, seven figures rushed out, each one powerful, with majestic Sage might.
Ye Fan showed a strange expression. It was seven Sages, definitely not ordinary Sages. Each possessed immense Dharma power, and each had an extraordinary aura.
The one in the center was light gold all over, with four faces on his head. He was a Sage of the Light race.
On either side of him were three people each, all with extraordinary appearances, of different races, standing side by side, indescribably strange.
These people were not very old. They should be rising talents from various races. Seven outstanding talents walking together was no ordinary matter.
"It's you! The human race's Sacred Body, Ye Fan, the killing star from the Burial Emperor Star!"
These people were all startled when they saw him. Without careful observation, seeing the dark blood divine ring behind him, plus the brilliant golden light from the Sacred Spirit race's golden curse, they immediately recognized him.
"You really have a lot of nerve, daring to try and break into the cave palace of Great Sage Cang Yan." One of the women, a stunning beauty, gritted her teeth and said coldly. She hated him because Ye Fan had killed too many of their people.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan revealed a heartfelt smile. This sun was actually the cave palace of Cang Yan. How could the dwelling of a Fire race Sacred Spirit be an ordinary place? It would surely help him break through successfully.
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