Chapter 1326: Heaven-Dominating Bloodline
The mountain terrain was open and expansive, without a single blade of grass, only this lone ancient tomb—a lifetime of glory, a lifetime of sorrow, ending here in solitude.
Ye Fan stood silently, his heart filled with endless emotion. On the path of imperial contention, the stellar road was cruel, and the Sacred Body had become a scar in another's story, transformed into a desolate scene.
The earth was barren, with only dark red soil and stone. This place was silent and cold, with few visitors on ordinary days.
Ye Fan sensed the two people behind him but did not turn around. He stood for a long time, and the hostile gazes of those two did not shift away, still watching in his direction.
Only after a long while did Ye Fan let out a sigh. Spilling blood beyond the domain, buried in a foreign land—he felt a deep sorrow for that senior Sacred Body.
Scattering a handful of pure white petals, Ye Fan bowed in respect, then slowly turned and walked back along the path. This place stirred his emotions; the ancient stellar path was arduous, life and death uncertain, and it served as a warning to him.
In the distance stood two people. Though they had concealed their hostility, at Ye Fan's level, even a single ripple of energy could be sensed—how could it escape his notice?
But he paid them no mind. On this journey, he had slain many enemies, and with so many competitors, he had seen such gazes countless times; they meant nothing.
These two were clearly not weak, both having entered the Saint realm. They instinctively sensed Ye Fan's power, half-closing their eyes as they observed in silence.
Suddenly, Ye Fan turned, sharply aware of something. In the distance was a majestic mountain peak, and on its sheer cliff face were carved lines of text—iron hooks and silver strokes, extremely vigorous.
"Clang, clang..."
The sound of swords rang through the sky. The moment his gaze focused on it, the cliff face emitted a resonant noise, like divine swords vibrating, each character glowing.
Iron hooks and silver strokes, vigorous and powerful—every carved mark radiated precious light. Ten thousand sword beams pierced the heavens, peerless sword energy soaring to the clouds.
The few characters trembled slightly, as if alive, emitting such terrifying fluctuations, more fierce than the awakening of a supreme expert.
This was an indestructible martial will!
Someone had carved this here, and even Ye Fan was shaken by the sight. Though it was only a trace of an imprint, it was extremely terrifying, left by an extraordinary figure.
Since stepping onto the ancient stellar path, Ye Fan had never reacted this way to any enemy, but now his heart was stirred with awe. This person was too extraordinary, conveying an invincible belief through the stone wall.
"Is this a challenge to me?" Ye Fan murmured, staring at the characters on the cliff.
Boom!
Suddenly, heaven and earth roared. The characters trembled more violently. Heavenly auspicious light descended, earthly divine lotuses bloomed, and countless rays of radiance shone. In that moment, dragons and phoenixes sang in harmony, white tigers roared at the sky, black tortoises crossed the sea—various world-shaking phenomena accompanied them.
It was merely a trace of martial will, yet it was so astonishing, truly a rare spectacle in history. A few ancient characters stirred the Dao of others, drawing resonance from the Great Dao.
Because, throughout the ages, many powerful cultivators had come here to pay homage, leaving indelible Dao marks that now awakened!
"Boom!"
A shocking change occurred. An invincible battle intent erupted from the ancient characters, smashing through all the phenomena, as if a deity had awakened, absolutely powerful, shattering everything in an instant.
Just moments ago, there was Dao resonance, harmonious cries of dragons and phoenixes, countless divine rays and auspicious light—but now, all phenomena were severed by that invincible will, ground to nothing.
This was a belief of sole supremacy, of "I alone am honored, my bloom brings death to all others." Such an will, overlooking the eight wildernesses, was arrogantly extreme to the highest degree!
For the first time, Ye Fan's expression changed so drastically. This was undoubtedly an incomparably dangerous figure, even more formidable than he had imagined—a truly peerless enemy!
And this was only a trace of martial will!
On the cliff were only four characters: "I Alone Am Honored."
These four characters radiated brilliance, sweeping across heaven and earth, like a god or demon awakening, with a momentum that could swallow mountains and rivers.
This conveyed a belief. Only when Ye Fan's sacred blood surged would it be activated, issuing a challenge here. The four characters represented a will.
The two people in the distance were both shocked and excited. They exchanged glances and turned to leave, knowing that the one they had been waiting for had arrived. Now they must go ahead to deliver the message.
"Are you leaving without saying anything?" Ye Fan stood before the cliff, not turning around, speaking calmly.
On the horizon, the two were nearly gone, but their hearts trembled violently, feeling an incomparably powerful pressure.
"We have been ordered to wait here for decades, because the person deep in the stars believed that in this era, the Sacred Body of the Burial Emperor Star would come. We were to wait for the result and report to him."
One of them stopped. Though his heart was turbulent and uneasy, he still spoke loudly.
Ye Fan's expression was cold. One hundred thousand years had passed, and he had appeared. His destined enemy had also come to the ancient stellar path. This battle was absolutely unavoidable, destined to shake heaven and earth.
In fact, over the years, he had heard too much. Even when the ancient path was severed, the human Guide Envoys had spoken of it—many were anticipating this epic battle!
"I also wish to fight him. See you deep in the stars," Ye Fan said flatly.
"No, he will return. He ordered us to wait here. Once we learn that the Human Sacred Body has arrived, we are to send word immediately, and he will come back," the other person spoke, his heart tense, afraid that Ye Fan would be angered and kill them.
Over a hundred thousand years ago, the Human Sacred Body was intercepted and killed here, unable to step into the deepest parts of the stars. Now, that person was doing the same, about to begin his return journey—would he initiate a similar battle?
Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, without joy or anger. A powerful battle intent rose from him, shaking the entire ancient land.
"Clang," "Clang"...
On the towering cliff, a hundred thousand feet high, four imposing characters emitted blinding light, clanging and ear-splitting. The words "I Alone Am Honored" almost gave birth to a divine will.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's entire body blazed with golden light, like a divine furnace of heaven and earth, eternal and indestructible. Divine flames surged to the sky, drowning the area, and his invincible will charged into the nine heavens.
His eyes blazed with immortal light, emitting a fierce aura. The four characters on the cliff shattered, then a great tremor shook heaven and earth.
At the horizon's edge, even the two Saints, far enough away, trembled, their bodies swaying as they stumbled backward.
It was over in an instant. Soon, heaven and earth calmed again, everything returning to clarity. Ye Fan stood motionless, but the characters on the cliff had changed.
Four other characters replaced them: "With Me, No Enemy."
These four words were grand and imposing, pressing down on all, suffocating!
This was Ye Fan's response—still four characters, replacing the challenge. This was his will.
At the earth's end, the two kept retreating, their hearts pounding. A future epic battle was inevitable, and they were almost impatient to witness it.
The two cupped their fists toward Ye Fan, then turned and left. In this place, they did not want to stay a moment longer.
"Heaven-Dominating Bloodline... we will finally meet!" Ye Fan murmured.
On the horizon, the two were nearly gone, but upon hearing the first four words, their bodies still trembled. This was a title with terrifying demonic power, a peerless and invincible physique.
Those who bore the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline, on their home planet, were uncrowned emperors, said to be able to sweep through the universe without equal!
The two paused for a moment, then quickly vanished.
Along this journey, Ye Fan had heard these four words countless times. The Overlord Body was invincible, and the reverence for this physique reached an extreme.
Heaven-Dominating Bloodline—just these few words carried a terrifying power. Hearing them, the golden blood within Ye Fan stirred, surging uncontrollably.
Was it finally time to face off? For many, this was a physique that inspired despair, too powerful, its name encompassing everything.
Ye Fan stood here for a while, looking at the lone tomb, sighing in his heart. A lifetime of glory, a lifetime of sorrow—a painful regret.
An invincible hero of the past, buried alone beyond the domain—how could one not be moved?
He took a step, covering dozens or hundreds of miles, leaving this lonely ancient land, heading toward the inhabited areas of this ancient star. The Guide Envoy had told him to wander here; he might make some unusual discoveries.
Mountains receded, great peaks faded, stars shifted. Ye Fan walked out of the desolate, lifeless region and arrived at a place with signs of life.
He couldn't help but frown. Here, the Great Dao suppressed everything severely, spiritual energy was dry and scarce, completely unsuitable for cultivation. Strong experts were rare, and cities dotted the land sparsely.
"The Great Dao is merciless, even more so than on Earth!" Ye Fan discovered this startling truth.
Large areas could not be cultivated, lacking spiritual energy, abandoned by the Dao, empty and vast. Though everyone knew of cultivation, most were mortals.
Ye Fan traveled across the ancient star, finding only one region where cultivation was barely possible. Aside from a few deliberately hidden auras, the strongest openly visible were only at the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.
On the ancient stellar path, such cultivation was truly too weak.
One couldn't help but sigh at the injustice of heaven. Some life-bearing lands had flourished since ancient times, never declining, with Saints never ceasing, at their peak.
Yet other ancient stars were so fallen, brutally so. The contrast made one feel that heaven truly favored some over others.
Ahead lay a city, not particularly majestic, but covering a large area, situated within this cultivable region.
Ye Fan stood outside the city, silently sensing. His golden blood stirred restlessly, unable to calm. He immediately walked into the city.
The streets were ancient, the buildings old and worn. The city was hardly prosperous, just an ordinary ancient town, showing no remarkable features.
Ye Fan entered a narrow street, heading toward a dilapidated building area. The alleys were dirty and chaotic, clearly not the residence of nobles.
Stray dogs rummaged through garbage for food, and some children ran around, playing and laughing.
In the distance, a child was running away. He looked about six or seven years old, dressed in tattered clothes, filthy all over, his face streaked with black and purple—scars, bruises, sweat, and mud.
"Hit him, block him, don't let him escape!"
A group of older children chased after him, all aggressive, with others blocking the way ahead.
But this child was incredibly strong, pushing aside several eleven- or twelve-year-olds, darting nimbly into the depths of the dirty alley.
"Little brat, you can't run. Weren't your ancestors invincible under heaven? Now you're so down and out, can't even cultivate."
"See if you still talk back. If you don't give in today, we'll beat you to death, you wild kid."
The group of children blocked the alley, closing in on the little brat.
The little brat was dirty all over, looking pitiful, with only a pair of big, bright eyes that refused to yield. Even when cornered, he still stubbornly resisted.
"Crouching with golden blood, a descendant of the Sacred Body, atavism!" Ye Fan had followed his instincts here, and now he was shocked, his eyes shooting out two terrifying divine beams.
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