# Chapter 1341: Grave
The vast starry sky—how many secrets from ancient times to the present had it buried? Time was endless, the ages long, and even the passage of hundreds of millions of years in the stars counted for nothing.
The Mythical Era passed, Heavenly Venerables turned to ash, Divine Courts were annihilated, Ancient Emperors decayed, and even the Great Emperors of antiquity transformed into a handful of yellow earth.
These epochs had all receded into the distance.
How many outstanding talents had all been buried in the river of time? No one could resist it; no matter how peerless your beauty, there would come a day when you reached the end of your life.
Supreme Beings wailed in grief, divine mountains collapsed, the four seas evaporated dry, sun and moon fell, star rivers shattered and broke—yet they could grasp nothing, only ending their days one by one in solitude.
From ancient times to the present, heavenly prodigies vied for supremacy, stunning the ages—yet it was all futile struggle!
In the river of time, even the greatest heroes possessed only a brief brilliance, a single moment of splendor, forever unable to break through their shackles and exist alongside the world.
Heavenly Venerables, Ancient Emperors, Great Emperors... each one devoured mountains and rivers with their aura, suppressing the universe with their might. They plucked stars and seized moons, reigned supreme over all domains, were invincible and unmatched—but what did they ultimately leave behind?
Every one of them flourished for a time, causing the entire cosmos to tremble. Yet even if they could split heaven and earth, shatter the universe, they could not preserve their own lives.
These individuals all shook the ages with their fame, yet in the vast starry river, they could only linger for a brief instant.
The glory of the Venerables, the majesty of the Ancient Emperors, the splendor of the Great Emperors—all were buried, merely a single blink of the universe's eye.
Countless stars twinkled. The universe was silent.
Ye Fan stood in the starry sky, silent and wordless, earnestly contemplating everything that had happened, staring into the cold depths of the star domain.
"Was it burying the next life's body? Seizing the ultimate mystery of heaven and earth's creation," he murmured to himself.
Wu Yi's words had given him too much inspiration, stirring waves within him. The Burial Emperor Star, the Immortal Path—these contained the great secrets of all heavens from the Primeval Era to the present.
"Ancestor, may you walk well!" Ye Fan was somewhat dejected. The stone coffin had already penetrated deep into the universe for several hours, yet he still felt some bitterness.
The Fourth Generation Ancestor was astonishingly talented... and had ended like this. He had hidden himself in the Primordial Forbidden Zone, taken refuge in a place where extremes reversed, yet it was all useless. In the end, it was nothing but desolation.
"Among the ancient methods of pursuing the Immortal Path, did anyone ever take that step through them?" Ye Fan asked himself.
Immortal Emperor, the Ten-Transformation Ancient Emperor of the Divine Silkworm Clan, Ruthless Great Emperor... Ye Fan's mind involuntarily surfaced these names. Had they succeeded?
Emperor Venerable, Battle Saint Emperor... Emperor Wu Shi, Green Emperor—each one brilliant and extraordinary, names that shook the ages. As they walked their paths, what step had they reached?
And the even more ancient Heavenly Venerables—how astonishing were they? What had they done in pursuit of immortality? What heaven-defying ancient methods had they created?
One by one, these dazzling names had ultimately passed away.
Ye Fan gazed into the distance at the other shore of the starry sky. Could these ancient Supreme Beings be willing to accept this? Unmatched and lonely throughout the ages, ultimately defeated by time—had no one truly fought their way to a path, a method?
He did not know how long had passed. He was still in a daze, until the cauldron transmitted the clamoring voice of Little Brat, startling him back to his senses.
He released Yang Xi once again, letting him stand within the Golden Sacred Domain, following at his side as they gazed at the cosmic starry sky.
Ye Fan searched this place for a long time. The city of the Underworld no longer existed; this space had become a broken point, no longer allowing ghost soldiers to pass through.
In the following days, Ye Fan searched every meteorite where the Taiji curve had been located, but found no other special gains. Some formations existed, but they had all decayed.
He stood in the starry sky, gazing at the entire star river.
Using a stretch of starry sky as a diagram, arranging stars to form a massive Taiji divine diagram—this was a rare anomaly unseen since ancient times, undoubtedly a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering masterstroke.
Unfortunately, time passed swiftly. The people who had set up the formation back then had long turned to ashes, and these traces were nearly worn away.
"Is it a massive teleportation formation? This is too vast. Where could one enter through it? It surpasses the Five-Colored Altar. Could it be meant to pierce through eternity?"
Ye Fan stepped back, observing the entire star field, earnestly considering all possibilities.
He thought of many things. Such a grand masterstroke, such a vast formation diagram—now all rendered useless, leaving only the Underworld city on a single meteorite still in use. Everything else had turned to ash.
"The Underworld used a portion of it. Then who was this entire vast ancient diagram meant for?"
Ye Fan pondered, starting from the Underworld, and immediately thought of the Ancient Heavenly Court. Perhaps only this behemoth could possess such boldness and make such arrangements.
He took out an ancient scroll from within his body. It seemed to be forged from starlight, crystalline and dotted, as light and ethereal as a piece of gauze. It was covered with dense star patterns.
This was a mysterious ancient diagram, related to the Ancient Heavenly Court. It had successively fallen into the hands of some Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors. During the Primeval Era, the Battle Saint Emperor had once possessed it, often gazing at the starry sky late at night.
The glorious years had passed. In this life, Ye Fan had retrieved it from the deepest part of the Chaos Dragon Nest—Ruthless One's burial ground. Now he carefully observed it, comparing it with this place.
This extraordinary treasure remained calm, showing no reaction at all. Nothing could be discerned here. He turned it over, examining the back of the ancient diagram. Besides the record of the ninety-nine dragon mountains burying the immortal cauldron on Earth, there were two other diagrams, their destinations unknown.
"Can't find any similarities."
Ye Fan frowned. The records on the Immortal Treasure Diagram did not match the pattern of this starry sky. He could detect no clues or anomalies.
He did not give up. He prepared to first fly to the Sacred Body's ancient tomb, then go to the Overlord Body's burial ground. On these two life extremes, he wanted to probe deeply, hoping to uncover all secrets.
What had the ancients intended to do here? He had various conjectures in his mind.
"Some special sensation!" Ye Fan's heart shook. He had only been trying on a whim, never expecting the ancient diagram to actually flicker with a pattern.
Then, a small star lit up. Was it the star where the Sacred Body's ancient tomb was located?
Ye Fan moved swiftly, leaving his footprints on almost every inch of land. Unfortunately, nothing changed in the end—only a single small star flickered.
Then, without stopping, he turned and went to the Overlord Body's burial ground. Holding the ancient diagram, he carefully observed the mountains, rivers, and all things, appearing and disappearing rapidly here.
Another small star flickered, connecting with the previous one, intersecting into wisps of patterns, forming a misty phantom like yin-yang qi.
The Immortal Treasure Diagram had responded. It was not a dead object, and had actually produced such a change. The myriad stars on its front side dimmed, while on the back, among the three specific ancient diagrams, one formed a small Taiji rune, flickering intermittently.
Of course, it was only a small rune, imprinted within this diagram, like the manifestation of an ancient formation.
"This is..." Ye Fan was deeply moved, gripping this ancient scroll tightly.
After a search, he sighed softly, gradually guessing the function of this place. It might be a vast ancient teleportation formation—truly unimaginable how far the road ahead stretched!
They had actually used stars to lay out a diagram, forming a massive celestial star gate.
The more Ye Fan studied it, the more he felt it resembled the Taiji Eight Trigrams star gate that appeared when the Five-Colored Altar opened the ancient path. Only, here they had directly used celestial bodies to construct a great formation, presumably even more vast.
"Could this be a teleportation formation leading to the Immortal Domain?" Before he even finished speaking, he shook his head. That was somewhat absurd. But such a massive formation was truly astonishing.
Ye Fan also considered trying to restore all the formation patterns, but it was almost impossible for him alone. Every star in this region had arrangements, even the sun star was no exception.
"Alas, perhaps only by fully activating this starry divine diagram can all secrets be revealed."
Ye Fan sighed and put away the ancient diagram. Even if the pattern of this star river was related to the Immortal Treasure Scroll in his hand, the divine formation would need to be activated to reveal any clues.
He silently memorized everything. He couldn't do it now, but in the future, by joining forces with Black Emperor, Duan De, and others, there might come a day when they could revive this vast ancient formation.
Ye Fan returned to Human Clan's Fiftieth City to see the Guide Envoy. He had many questions to ask, and found him drinking with Yang Yunteng in his own donkey meat restaurant.
Donkey meat hotpot, aged vintage wine—the aroma was mouthwatering, making Little Brat want to have a few sips of the old liquor.
"Kid, you really are a disaster star. Wherever you go, people die—and not just one, but a whole bunch. You're truly unwelcome." Guide Envoy Zhao Gongyi had a full, steel-needle-like beard and spoke with drunkenness.
Ye Fan was embarrassed. He naturally knew he was talking about the Cang Clan matter. He could only remain silent and drink on his own.
"Whoever sees you is unlucky. Wherever you go, death follows. I say... are you from the Underworld?" Zhao Gongyi glanced sideways at him.
Ye Fan's heart stirred. "I was just about to ask you, Senior. Do you know about the Underworld?"
"What? Give you an inch and you take a mile. Are you doing this on purpose?" The Guide Envoy said irritably.
Ye Fan shook his head and asked about everything concerning the Underworld. With a solemn expression, he clearly described everything he had seen on the meteorite.
"What? The Underworld... ghost soldiers passing through, traversing our star domain?" Zhao Gongyi put down his wine cup and stood up with a start.
"Yes, Uncle is very powerful. He broke into the Underworld, and those ghosts couldn't do anything to us." Yang Xi said innocently.
Zhao Gongyi's expression turned extremely grave. "Although the Ancient Heavenly Court has fallen, and there are signs that the Underworld still exists, I never expected so many ghost soldiers to pass through. Are they trying to destroy a vast star domain?"
"Those ghost soldiers aren't very powerful," Ye Fan said.
"These ghost soldiers are all summoned from various life ancient lands. For now, they are still just ancient corpses, naturally not very powerful. But once they enter the Underworld, it's completely different. Many ghost soldiers will awaken their past-life combat power. At that point, their terror will reach the heavens!"
Zhao Gongyi was powerfully built, like an iron pagoda. A trace of worry appeared on his face. Who was the Underworld targeting? Was this a war continuing from the Mythical Era? Even he only had a partial understanding.
This was an extremely grave major event. He quickly walked outside. He had to report this, using the Ancient Stellar Path to have someone send the news to the upper echelons.
Soon, he returned with a solemn expression. "My senior disciple personally went to deliver the message. I expect that in the near future, there will be great upheaval in the starry sky."
This ancient path was a legacy from the Mythical Era's Heavenly Court. The Underworld, hidden for who knows how many epochs, had suddenly appeared. In recent years, it had been transporting troops and preparing for war along this path. This was no good omen. No one knew which domain they would attack.
"You few strong individuals stepping onto the stellar path may have the opportunity to enter some special ancient domains in the future, engaging in divine battles as training."
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's heart surged with waves. This truly was a great era. Was the Mythical Era continuing? His gaze was firm, fearless. He firmly believed he would be invincible in this life. No matter what—Underworld, gods—all would be suppressed!
"Ah, I forgot to tell you. Some news came from the road ahead, from your old acquaintance, also from the Burial Emperor Star..."
"What!?" Ye Fan stood up with a start.