# Chapter 1325: Buried in a Foreign Land
This was a massive estate combining gardens, palaces, and training grounds—truly grand and imposing. Yet upon entering, one found overgrown wormwood and desolation everywhere. Waves of bloody scent wafted from within the estate.
There were formations at the outer perimeter, but the roads within the estate had no killing arrays, allowing unimpeded passage. Ancient trees blocked out the sun, and the courtyards were long overgrown with various vines and weeds.
Ye Fan's heart stirred. He sensed a familiar aura.
Flapping sounds came as several pheasants burst forth, fluttering away from their grassy nests. Not far off, a wild rabbit leaped up and sprinted away at full speed.
Long neglected, this nominal city lord's mansion had been uninhabited for who knows how many years. If not for its foundations and beams being constructed according to ancient formation diagrams, it would have long since decayed.
Ahead, the bloody scent grew stronger. At the same time, the blood within Ye Fan's body began to burn, gradually boiling.
"This place is..." He realized what this place was, and felt sorrow for the predecessors.
Deep within the estate, ancient trees grew like a wolf forest. Many vines and massive trees had submerged the buildings, even toppling them. Yet in one very broad area, not a single blade of grass grew.
This was a dazzling red, forming pools of water—not just one, but scattered like stars. Each pool was small, only a few meters across, but connected together, they spanned hundreds of zhang.
Blood!
Those were pools of blood, scattered across this vast land. Aside from this, there were no plants—bare and barren, with a bloody scent assailing the nose, detectable as soon as one entered the estate.
The sacred blood within Ye Fan's body surged, sensing these blood pools. They shared the same origin, connected by bloodline—a resonance and call across time and space.
Ye Fan showed neither joy nor anger, silently observing.
Sacred Body blood!
Like his own, it possessed an indestructible and powerful nature. Yet unexpectedly, even after the Ancient Era had passed, it had not dried up.
In the hollows, it was a vivid red. Within a few of the blood pools, faint golden rays flickered—divine power that had yet to dissipate even now.
One had to admit, the Sacred Body bloodline was domineering. Even after over a hundred thousand years, its blood had not coagulated, still retaining undispersed immortal power.
"This was no ordinary Sacred Body. In his time, he was invincible under heaven. A pity, a lament—yet he was ambushed and killed here," the Guide Envoy said.
On this Stellar Ancient Path, some battles were forever remembered, some physiques attracted attention, some ancient stars shone boundlessly.
According to the Guide Envoy, this Human Clan Sacred Body had reached the pinnacle of cultivation. The trials on the ancient path were useless to him; he only wanted to see the final checkpoint.
However, in that era, there was also a physique—peerlessly domineering. Hearing of his arrival, it deliberately returned from deep within the Stellar Ancient Path, engaged in a world-shattering battle, and ultimately killed the Human Clan Sacred Body.
That battle shattered heaven and earth, broke the star path, pulverized countless stars in the universe, and shattered billion-zhang dharma bodies. These blood droplets had fallen from beyond the domain.
One could imagine the terror of that shocking battle—a rare conflict since ancient times, recorded in the history of divine wars.
That year, the entire ancient path went mad over it. Countless people rushed to this place to witness the battle. Those who came too close were caught in the conflict and died in the cosmos.
When that battle ended, its influence was far-reaching. Even after many years, it could not be pacified, hailed as one of the most terrifying divine wars on the ancient path.
So many years later, the estate remained sealed, forbidding outsiders from approaching. Preserving the blood here said it all.
Rated as a divine war, recorded in ancient texts—this was the highest evaluation. One must know that throughout history, many Great Sages, even Quasi-Emperors, had their most glorious battles deemed unworthy of such recognition.
A clear wind brushed by, fallen leaves drifted. The garden was very tranquil, evoking a sense of solemnity and sorrow.
Ye Fan could not remain unmoved. He had once heard the old master of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion say that four or five Human Clan Sacred Bodies had set foot on the ancient path in different eras. Some had shed blood beyond the domain, buried in foreign lands.
And these individuals, when they were on the Big Dipper, were all at the pinnacle of cultivation, suppressing sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, with earth-shaking achievements. Yet they had ended like this.
"Suppressing chaos, stabilizing heaven and earth, achieving extreme brilliance. Yet in the end, they died fighting beyond the domain, buried in foreign lands..." Ye Fan found it hard to accept.
These bloodstains, this desolate scene—he could hardly bear it. Such a powerful Human Clan Sacred Body had been killed by another, causing grief.
If he had been evil and vicious, that would be one thing. But he had clearly performed great deeds. Setting foot on the Stellar Ancient Path, he met such an end.
The blood pools remained, telling a lifetime of sorrow.
On the ancient path, there was no right or wrong. On the imperial road, the strong prevailed—ruthless and cruel.
"That opponent was truly powerful, standing at the peak of the human path. He also possessed an invincible physique, the eternal nemesis of the Sacred Body. Generations of them met, fought earth-shattering battles that made the cosmos tremble," the Guide Envoy said.
Ye Fan remained silent. Setting foot on this path meant abandoning everything. Such an end was something everyone should be mentally prepared for—the strong advance, the defeated perish.
He silently paid his respects, walking around the blood pools, feeling a regret and desolation from the Ancient Era. Who would accept such an ending willingly?
There were few golden threads in the blood. The Guide Envoy explained that later generations had extracted some for alchemy; otherwise, the divinity would have returned to heaven and earth.
Sacred Body blood was very peculiar. Initially, it transformed from vivid red to gold, and when it reached great perfection, it would gradually shed its gold and return to vivid red.
"Senior, rest in peace!" Ye Fan said calmly.
He gazed into the depths of the cosmos, as if trying to see through the ancient path, because on that road ahead, there was a destined enemy!
In this generation, that physique had appeared again. He too would encounter it, just like the Sacred Body of over a hundred thousand years ago, facing the supreme enemy of this life!
It was like a cycle, a collision of fate. Across so many years, when the Sacred Body rose, another physique arrived as promised, deep within the Stellar Ancient Path.
"These two physiques have clashed several times. What were the results?" Ye Fan asked.
Over the years, he had learned much in the stars, naturally paying attention to legends of his destined enemy, hearing some from various Guide Envoys. But none knew more than the Guide Envoy of the Fiftieth City, where the event occurred.
"According to reliable records, there were four times, all recorded in divine war history, rated as the greatest conflicts. The Human Clan Sacred Body won once."
Three losses and one victory—such a record shook Ye Fan. Was his destined enemy really this terrifying? So overwhelmingly powerful, it was hard to believe.
The Guide Envoy added, "There is another claim that the Sacred Body had another victory, but it was not witnessed by anyone. Only remnants were seen in a destroyed star domain, so it could not be recorded in divine war history."
"His remains... are they gone?" Ye Fan asked, his heart heavy. A powerful and glorious Human Clan Sacred Body, yet meeting such a desolate end.
"That battle shattered heaven and earth. Even stars fell in great numbers, let alone flesh and blood..." the Guide Envoy sighed.
Many spectators were caught up in it, eventually becoming cosmic dust, leaving only some blood mist. The Sacred Body lost, suffered severe injuries. His supposedly indestructible physique was shattered into pieces.
After the battle, those sacred blood droplets became targets of contention for all sides. Not a single drop remained—for cultivators, they were a furnace of great medicine.
Later, someone returned part of the remains, but the divine essence had been extracted. The broken body was buried on an ancient star.
"Later, that star underwent some strange, inexplicable changes. That half of the remaining body actually automatically dissolved into the Dao. Now, there is only an empty grave there."
This ancient star belonged to the Human Clan's Fiftieth Pass.
Every ten passes, there was a life-bearing star, like a dam across a river, where many trial-takers would stop. The Human Clan's Fiftieth Sacred City was special, possessing two life-bearing stars, like twins.
The ancient star where the Sacred Body was buried was very close to the Human Clan's Fiftieth Sacred City—the dimmer of the twin stars.
"That half-body dissolving into the Dao triggered changes in heaven and earth there. The entire ancient star's spiritual energy sharply decreased, the Dao became distant and lofty, increasingly unsuitable for cultivation."
Upon learning of the Sacred Body's burial site, Ye Fan naturally wanted to see it. He traveled alone, not bringing the Dragon Horse, Golden Lion, or others.
The dimmer of the twin stars could be seen in the distance, revolving around a sun star. It was relatively close, just ahead.
The Human Clan's Fiftieth Sacred City was very prosperous, suitable for cultivation. Many trial-takers lingered there, comprehending the heavenly Dao, practicing diligently day and night.
Ye Fan wasted no time. Leaving this place, he stepped into a domain gate. Before long, he descended onto a not-very-large planet.
The sky was gray and hazy. Leaden clouds drifted by, blocking the sun, making one feel somewhat oppressed.
On the ground, vegetation was sparse. It was hard to see lush primeval forests. Large areas were bare, lacking green plant life.
Under Ye Fan's feet, dao patterns spread like threads. As soon as the Stride Art activated, stars shifted, mountains and rivers receded. Following the terrain map provided by the Guide Envoy, he headed toward an ancient region.
This area had towering mountains, barren of grass. There were many riverbeds, long dry for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.
Deep within this region lay an ancient grave. It seemed that the essence of heaven and earth had been exhausted because of it. Here, all was desolate—not even weeds could grow.
The dark red earth seemed stained by blood. Countless years had passed, leaving only desolate stillness, severely lacking vitality.
Was this the Sacred Body's tomb? Ye Fan walked forward step by step, his feelings complex. The invincible Sacred Body had been defeated, killed, shattered into pieces, buried in a foreign land.
Since Ye Fan began his path, he had never lost in battles of the same cultivation level. Though he had encountered dangers and obstacles, narrowly escaping death many times, none were inflicted by peers.
The predecessor Sacred Body, invincible on the Big Dipper, had shed blood here. This made him lose focus, hard to accept.
"In the future, when I fight him, what will happen?"
The ancient grave was large, about one zhang high. A Sacred Body slept here, buried in dark red soil.
"Someone has paid respects, offered sacrifices at this grave."
Ye Fan's heart stirred. Such a long time had passed, yet the ancient grave had not disappeared. Someone must have been guarding it. Moreover, there were withered flowers on the ground, likely placed recently.
"Why is someone here to pay respects again?"
"If you want to pay respects, you should go to the other twin star and pay respects to the victor. Why do some people always come to honor the loser?"
In the distance, someone muttered. Two pairs of cold, icy gazes looked over, filled with hostility.