Chapter 1337: Celestial Body Divine Diagram
The starry river in the universe shone brilliantly, yet within this infinite star domain, traces of life were far too rare, so subtle compared to the vast celestial realms that they could almost be ignored.
In such a vast star domain, discovering signs of life was a major event.
Ye Fan stood in the starry void, observing the cosmic sea of stars, watching the sun, moon, and stellar rivers. Compared to celestial bodies, humans were truly insignificant and minuscule, their brief lives merely a blink in the starry sky’s gaze.
Yet it was precisely these subtle humans who could sometimes grow powerful enough to reshape heaven and earth, control this universe, becoming supreme, omnipotent masters.
Opposite him, a life-bearing star corresponded with this Overlord burial ground. Based on Source Art calculations, it would shift to a peculiar position at regular intervals, and at that moment, a magnificent spectacle would appear in this starry void.
“This is a pole of mutual resonance, using stars as chess pieces on the board, manipulating the vast heavens and earth into a desired pattern. What a grand stroke, stunning past and present!” Ye Fan sighed. He admitted he could not achieve this now; such a layout was truly world-shaking, seizing the fortune of sun, moon, and stars. What was its purpose?
The Human Race’s Fiftieth Pass was a special place, a variable in the great evolution. Now someone had laid out such a vast relic, stirring endless imagination.
Ye Fan stood in the starry void, silently deducing, continuously calculating with Source Art. Then he opened his palm and sprinkled a handful of Star River Divine Sand, crystalline specks that he treated as stars to manipulate.
He included all the stars and meteorite groups in this area in his calculations, setting up a small star disk that manifested a vast stretch of starry sky.
He enlightened star by star, arranged star by star. When the sun and moon overlapped, when the planets moved, when they reached a specific time period, these celestial bodies arranged themselves into the pattern of this place.
“It’s really beautiful and brilliant,” Yang Xi said, his big eyes fixed on this Star River Divine Sand, a miniature starry sky that filled the little one with boundless imagination.
Ye Fan did not keep him inside the Primordial Qi Cauldron the whole time. As long as there was no danger, he let him stay within his Golden Sacred Domain, following by his side to gain experience.
“Yes, such a grand stroke is truly magnificent. I think countless outstanding talents throughout history would be awed and admit their inferiority,” Ye Fan said.
This Star River Divine Sand simulated the real scene of this starry void at a particular moment, the result of his meticulous calculations and deductions, truly spectacular.
It turned out to be a massive Taiji Diagram, with the two life-bearing stars that buried the Sacred Body and the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline serving as the two Yin-Yang points of this enormous ancient diagram.
“When the sun explodes, destroys, and fully releases its energy, this massive diagram will truly activate, emitting an immortal divine radiance that illuminates the entire star domain. The ancient diagram will come to life.”
After thousands of calculations, Ye Fan used Source Art to restore this, but he could not deduce what would happen after the divine diagram revived; he could not evolve to that step.
“So vast, all set up by human hands? They might have left some traces or clues,” the little kid offered his naive opinion. He was within the Golden Sacred Domain, able to speak and breathe, not uncomfortable in the cold void.
Over the next half month, Ye Fan moved through this starry void, exploring continuously. He left his footprints on every dragon vein of the two life-bearing ancient stars. He even ventured into the sun star itself.
Such a massive arrangement naturally saved the most effort by working within the natural pattern, with the heaviest human traces being the meteorite groups.
Many meteorite groups, scattered and intermittent, would connect at specific moments to form a Yin-Yang curve, dividing this vast celestial ancient diagram.
After finding nothing at the poles or the sun star, Ye Fan entered the key position of the massive divine diagram—the Dao Mark Curve. It was very important, perhaps the only place where something could be gained.
Suddenly, as he approached a meteorite the size of a star, Ye Fan’s body trembled, pain shooting through him. He felt as if countless steel needles were about to pierce his skin.
“Ah!” the little kid exclaimed in shock.
It was a patch of red fur, but it was suppressed as soon as it appeared. Ye Fan’s golden blood flowed faster, divine power burning fiercely, suppressing this anomaly.
The Yin-Yang dividing line of the Celestial Taiji Ancient Diagram was composed of countless meteorites, but now it was not yet a line; it had not reached the specific moment, scattered across different areas.
Ye Fan had only stepped onto the outermost edge of a massive meteorite when he encountered such an ill omen. He focused his mind, cautiously landing on this star fragment.
He could be certain that the person who laid out such a heaven-earth pattern was many times more skilled in Source Art than he was. The path of Source Art he had walked was far from its end.
In the Eastern Wasteland, several Origin Heavenly Masters had created some methods in their later years to perfect the Source Heaven Scroll. Clearly, they too knew this path could go even deeper.
This meteorite was pitted and scarred, covered with cracks and patches of Source Heaven patterns. After Ye Fan landed, he felt a chilling coldness surge toward him. His gaze froze as he saw a figure ahead.
It was an ancient Dao platform, on which sat a gaunt figure, motionless. With each step Ye Fan took, his body ached more, resonating with something.
When he drew near, he saw the person’s true appearance: withered, sallow skin clinging to bones, the body unmoving, having sat here in meditation for who knew how many years.
“Pre-ancient clothing…” Ye Fan murmured. Over the years, he had read many ancient texts and learned the characteristics of various eras. This was a pre-ancient person.
If he guessed correctly, this was likely an ancestor of the Origin Heavenly Master lineage. Within his body was a Yin Nether Qi. The moment Ye Fan probed, he crumbled into dust.
Too long had passed. In such a vast span of time, even the bones of ordinary saints would turn to ash, their residual laws drawn by the Dao and forcibly dissolved. Immortality had its limits.
This massive meteorite had some Source Heaven patterns, but they were mostly destroyed. Ye Fan followed this curved ancient path forward, continuing to land on other meteorites.
Thus, he moved faster and faster, traveling far from the Human Race’s Fiftieth City, growing increasingly desolate, entering a strange ancient land.
The intermittent Yin-Yang dividing lines were scattered in segments across various places. Based on his deductions, Ye Fan did not miss a single one, his body reacting several times along the way.
“Uncle, these meteorite groups are getting denser. Will we encounter some creature? I feel like something is watching us,” Yang Xi whispered, cautiously surveying the surrounding meteorites.
Ye Fan patted his head, deeply gratified. This innate talent was truly remarkable. The little kid’s spiritual perception was extraordinarily sharp, able to sense anomalies—a rare gift.
In fact, Ye Fan had sensed it long ago. The seemingly dead meteorite groups were not barren; a pair of cold eyes had indeed appeared in the shadows, watching.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Ye Fan suddenly shouted, launching a sudden attack. He transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging toward a ring-shaped mountain. This speed left even a Saint King in the dust, only able to marvel.
“Ooo…” It was a soul roar, piercing and harsh, incredibly powerful, directly assaulting the spirit.
Ye Fan’s Five-Colored Divine Radiance flashed behind him, five swords swinging in unison as he slashed forward. The humanoid creature was cleaved apart on the spot, chopped into several pieces.
It was a very powerful creature, covered in black fur a foot long, like a giant macaque. But it was no match for Ye Fan and could only meet its end.
“Uncle, is it a ghost?” the little kid asked, his face slightly pale. Despite his strong will, he was still very young and had never seen such things.
“This seems to be a Ghost Ape,” Ye Fan explained patiently. Duan De had once mentioned this creature, born in extreme Yin ancient tombs, formed from powerful corpses.
It was a living being. From a mortal’s perspective, it could barely be called a ghost, but upon closer examination, the differences were vast.
Ye Fan’s golden divine flames blazed, illuminating the area. The several pieces of the body on the ground kept twitching. He stepped on them, reading the Ghost Ape’s divine consciousness.
“Its former Immortal Platform has long decayed, leaving only instinct and a few vague old memories. What… Yin Soldiers… marching across the star domain?!” Suddenly, Ye Fan was shocked. He saw this vague imprint, his heart chilled, thinking of many things.
He flicked his finger, unleashing the full power of the Saint Eighth Layer. A golden flame burned the Ghost Ape clean, leaving nothing behind.
Strange creatures lingered here. Could it be that this massive celestial formation was not completely abandoned, still in use? Ye Fan’s heart trembled at the thought, feeling he might grasp something significant.
“Uncle, did you just catch a ghost?” the little kid’s eyes sparkled with stars, full of admiration. Clearly, he had not yet fully adapted to the life of a cultivator.
“Once you embark on the path of cultivation, there are no such things as ghosts. This is nothing,” Ye Fan shook his head.
A few days later, they approached a peculiar meteorite, heavy with Yin Qi. Sun, moon, and starlight could not penetrate the thick mist below, which was cold and dark.
When Ye Fan set foot on it, he immediately sensed something abnormal. The ground was covered in white bones that crumbled into powder underfoot.
“Crack,” “Crack”…
Amid the hazy Yin mist, footsteps sounded from ahead. A squad of soldiers in heavy armor marched past, holding iron halberds and war spears, their Yin Qi billowing.
“Yin Soldiers!” Ye Fan was greatly shocked, his mind reeling. He suddenly recalled some familiar scenes. In the Eastern Wasteland, at the Pre-ancient Purgatory, tens of thousands of Yin Soldiers had appeared. The Northern Domain’s Source King, covered in red fur, had appeared there, briefly lucid, telling them he was escorting the Yin Soldiers across the border.
At that time, Ye Fan, Duan De, Black Emperor, and others had witnessed it firsthand. Rows of Yin Soldiers, tens of thousands strong, crossed a Yin River, entering a stretch of Netherworld, gradually disappearing.
They had discussed then where these people were going and what they were.
Now, Ye Fan saw similar Yin Soldiers again, his heart shaken. Yin Soldiers borrowing a path—this was clearly a march across star domains, campaigning into the distance.
“The red-furred Origin Heavenly Master escorting the Yin Soldiers across the border…” Ye Fan’s mind stirred. This was clearly connected to the outer domain. What kind of force did it belong to? Without a doubt, the Origin Heavenly Master played an extremely important role in this.