# Chapter 1379: Corpse Chaos
Within the Wheel Sea, two fragments of the Immortal Ruler lay dormant, flowing with a hazy azure radiance, appearing very peaceful.
For Ye Fan to make a move at this time was no different from snatching food from a tiger's mouth—contending with Great Sages for an Imperial Weapon, once exposed, would lead to disastrous consequences.
This place was in chaos, everyone searching for the Demon Emperor's Ruler. This kind of artifact could not be forcibly taken; one could only communicate and negotiate with it, otherwise even a Great Sage would be beaten into dust.
"Amitabha!"
The yellow-browed old monk chanted the Buddha's name, the purple-gold Buddha bridge beneath him extending outward. A stream of the purest and most peaceful faith power flowed, encircling the final fragment of the Immortal Ruler.
The old monk's cultivation was profound. His body was shrouded by layers of Buddha rings, making him appear solemn and dignified. Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas manifested above his head.
They chanted ancient scriptures together, communicating with the Demon Emperor's Ruler, attempting to guide it into the Buddhist path and make it a protective Dharma artifact.
"Boom!"
A great cauldron rose and fell. The Lord God from the Divine Organization made his move, activating the weapon. Various patterns emerged on the cauldron's walls—ancient ancestors, flowers, birds, fish, insects, wind, rain, thunder, lightning all appeared simultaneously.
This contained a vitality of the primordial opening of heaven and earth, transforming into an immortal essence that flowed toward the Immortal Ruler fragment, attempting to repair it.
"Clang!"
The black-robed expert from the Underworld refused to fall behind. The ancient coffin trembled violently, a burial scripture sounding forth, as if mourning the Demon Emperor with reverence.
All the Great Sages moved together, each displaying their techniques, contending for the final fragment of the Immortal Ruler. As for who had obtained the first four fragments, no one knew. By common reasoning, they should have also fallen into their hands.
Ye Fan frowned slightly. This azure-gold ruler fragment could not be obtained. Several Great Sages were contending for it; snatching food from the tiger's mouth at this time would most likely cause problems.
"Boom!"
The old monk from the Amitabha Ancient Star Domain offered up a begging bowl. Buddha light shone everywhere, radiance blazing brightly. Inside, there were actually many demon script characters, the strokes resembling true dragons and qilins.
The Lord God of the Divine Organization refused to be outdone. Ten thousand spirits appeared simultaneously on that great cauldron, resonating with the Demon Emperor's Ruler, seeking its recognition.
At the same time, Hundred Calamity Daoist sat cross-legged in the void, chanting demon scriptures. He was a true old demon, blood surging within his body, calling out as a Great Sage of the demon race.
In this place, divine winds howled. All the Great Sages displayed their divine powers, summoning wind and rain, setting up altars, engaging in a supreme contest.
Ye Fan silently retreated, leaving the Imperial Weapon Mountain with a large group of cultivators, unwilling to be drawn into the final storm. He appeared in another ancient area of the cemetery.
Half an hour later, the curtain fell. The final fragment of the Immortal Ruler was obtained by someone, and the entire mountain region returned to calm.
The faces of the Great Sages were cold, their emotions unreadable. No one knew who had ultimately achieved a great victory in this contest. All five Imperial Weapon fragments had disappeared.
"We want to leave, not go forward," some cultivators shouted. This place was too dangerous; they were unwilling to venture deeper into the Great Emperor's tomb, afraid of dying in vain here.
They were scattered cultivators without powerful leaders. The other armies were relatively calm, without uproar, because they had been conscripted by their clan-protecting Great Sages.
One after another, powerful divine thoughts swept over, trying to see through the countless cultivators present. Some Great Sages were unwilling to give up, wanting to find out who had obtained the Demon Emperor's Ruler fragments.
The various clan armies continued their journey, leaving this mountain region and heading toward another direction. Suddenly, a violent and strange fluctuation came.
There, a mountain larger than a star hung across the void. A huge crimson dragon coiled around it, flashing in and out of an ancient cave.
The Demon Emperor's mount!
It was the huge crimson dragon that had manifested earlier. It dwelled here, behind the Imperial Weapon Mountain in the heavens. The vast fluctuation suppressed everyone, even the Great Sages' hearts trembled as they cautiously confronted it.
"Big nephew, don't forget your old uncle!" Hundred Calamity Daoist had sharp eyes, spotting the Dragon Horse at once, rising and falling within that dragon cave, surrounded by wisps of dragon qi.
The Great Sages fell silent. Observing from close range this time, they discovered that the crimson dragon was not a true body but an indestructible essence, wrapping a segment of imprint.
It was not a living being at all, just a mark left behind by the Demon Emperor's mount.
Thinking carefully, it should be so. Even a generation's Demon Emperor had ended in obscurity, how could his mount live until now? It must have long become dust in the years.
This mountain's shape was very much like an ancient tomb, specifically built to bury the crimson dragon, suspended between heaven and earth, majestic and imposing.
In fact, this mount had died before the Demon Emperor. No matter how heaven-defying it was, it was not a Great Emperor and could not live longer. It could not accompany the Demon Emperor through his final years, campaigning on the immortal path.
In very early times, the Demon Emperor himself had buried his aged mount in the yellow earth, erecting a monument for it here.
After long years, another Dragon Horse appeared, stirring part of the essence left by the crimson dragon in the tomb, rushing toward its kin, the two merging.
This could be said to be a fortune for the Dragon Horse, something ordinary people could not obtain. It was a heritage of its kind, left behind by the Dragon Horse clan's ancestor, improved by a generation's Demon Emperor.
The heroes were envious. Even obtaining fragments of the Immortal Ruler might not be a greater gain than the Dragon Horse's. A heritage spanning ten thousand years, it was bathed in the crimson dragon's essence baptism.
What was frustrating was that it was hard to approach. There were imprints of the Dragon Horse clan there, difficult for ordinary people to touch.
"Rumble"
A great river surged, a corpse river rushing out from distant ancient veins. This was the Yellow Springs. The crowd intended to avoid it, wanting to explore other places first, but ultimately encountered it again.
This turbid yellow river twisted and turned, flowing through many places in these mountain ranges and ancient domains, running through the entire cemetery.
Calling it a great tomb was insufficient. This was a real world with mountains, rivers, and all things. Ancient medicines took root in stone crevices, great peaks towered above the clouds...
"Ao!" A long howl came from upstream of the corpse river, a heart-rending roar. A creature with bat wings and a body like a demon ape flew across the sky.
"This is a corpse fiend!" an old cultivator exclaimed in shock.
This was a creature that could only be born in extreme yin death grounds of ancient times, extremely evil and vicious, a kind of fierce ghost, the most ferocious and violent.
"Not just one, there's a group there!"
People exclaimed. This was a large clan. Some were covered in white fur, without wings, like old corpses flying across the sky. Others were purple all over, densely covered in scales, with horns and demonic wings.
These were all corpse fiends, carrying sky-reaching death qi, howling past. Mountains collapsed, rivers and seas boiled.
"Chant scriptures!" the human race's Dao Protector ordered.
Before entering, people had already anticipated that this kind of cemetery would most likely have creatures born from yin qi, and they might be extremely powerful. The Salvation Scripture and such could not dissolve them.
Dozens of groups chanted scriptures together, with quite a few differences from the scriptures Ye Fan chanted. This was not the complete Salvation Scripture.
Even the one Ye Fan obtained on Earth was not complete. Only the human-faced ghost lamp recited the most original scripture's essence. He only discovered this upon comparison afterward.
Roar after roar came. The corpse river raged and surged, actually rushing up strange creatures from the water. Some had disheveled hair, others were covered in fierce scales, all emitting death qi.
All beings chanted scriptures. One after another, scripture texts emerged, glowing in the void. To these creatures, it was like heavenly tribulation, making them terrified and resist.
"Roar..."
Terrifying roars came. From the uppermost reaches of the corpse river flew several creatures, strange in appearance, each like a thunder god, their body hair flickering with faint golden light.
These were formed from corpse qi giving birth to flesh and blood, then transforming into yin gods and such. Each was extremely terrifying, their gaze tearing the void apart, unafraid even when facing Great Sages.
A great sound, heaven and earth collapsed. The yin gods charged, battling the saints. From the start, it was the most terrifying lethal strike. Even someone as powerful as Bull Demon King was almost killed.
He was attacked from front and back by two yin gods. If not for the Vajra Ring displaying its power, he would have been in real danger. Everyone changed color, no longer daring to be distracted. All the Great Sages went up together, attacking forward.
Blossom after blossom of blood splattered. A fierce battle unfolded. The other armies chanted scriptures, transforming into strands of divine light, slashing at these corpse fiends.
The great battle came so suddenly. From the upper reaches of the corpse river flew several thunder-god-like existences, their golden fur shining brightly, their combat power astonishing, able to contend with Great Sages.
The Yellow Springs surged, terrifying roars unceasing. More and more yin spirits appeared, attacking the crowd.
The sounds of scripture chanting, ghost wailing, and demon howling interweaved. This place was in uproar. Yin qi and life qi coexisted, transforming into yin and yang two qi flowing.
Everyone's heart sank, including the Great Sages, their expressions solemn. This was an ancient Great Emperor's tomb, and now seeing so many corpse ghosts one after another was definitely not a good omen.
They dared not imagine further. If the emperor's corpse had undergone heaven-defying changes, not to mention them, even if all the experts from the myriad heavens came, it would be useless!
"Formation! Use supreme scriptures to transform this corpse chaos!" a Dao Protector roared.
War banners fluttered in the wind. People began to set up killing formations, slaughtering yin spirits. At the same time, they continued chanting scriptures, launching a vast campaign.
"Boom!"
The great battle began. The heroes attacked. Dao patterns densely covered the void, interweaving strand by strand, forming a net of destruction falling toward the corpse fiends.
At the same time, the scripture chanting grew even more grand, like gods chanting. Phantom images of gods and demons stood in the nine heavens.
"It's time," Ye Fan muttered to himself, silently retreating. Everyone was pinned down here, and now the energy storm was raging—it was the right moment to rescue Pang Bo.
The cauldron above Ye Fan's head rose and fell, hanging down Mother Qi of All Things, and even more, a waterfall of pure faith power flowed out, using this to protect himself, blocking the annihilation of various divine lights, crossing the corpse river, and withdrawing from the emperor's tomb.
Then, he took out the array platforms he had prepared in advance, arranging them in the void, constructing a huge domain gate.
In the tomb, yin and yang two qi flowed, transforming into black and white forces continuously rushing out. Ye Fan drew them in, then set up dozens more formations to stabilize and construct the passage.
Of course, all of this was prepared in advance; on-site arrangement would have been impossible in time.
The Great Sages fought the yin gods, all beings battled the yin spirits. Within the great tomb world, killing formations spread in patches. The most violent forces clashed chaotically, surging and pouring out.
Ye Fan did not delay, because there was not a minute to waste. He had to seize this fleeting opportunity, drawing away the most terrifying power.
The spatial coordinates had long been positioned. The constructed domain gate passage blazed with light, the violent force rushing straight in.
"Boom!"
This chaotic storm rushed out, directly striking an ancient continent. That was exactly where Pang Bo was trapped. In an instant, mountains and rivers collapsed, stars trembled.
"He really came. He wants to rescue that trapped man named Pang Bo!" someone in the shadows said coldly on the ancient continent.
"The Sacred Body of the Burial Emperor Star has finally come!" At another direction, a blurry phantom appeared, its gaze cold.
At this moment, many people were stirred, having been waiting for a long time, because they anticipated he would surely appear.
However, no one expected that he could draw such a violent force, striking the ancient Great Emperor's false tomb, making all beings tremble.
"Has the master come out? Has he left the true burial site of the ancient Great Emperor?" Among these forces were the Qilin Holy Envoy and the Vermilion Bird Holy Envoy.
At the same time, the true Demon Emperor's tomb cracked, the corpse river rolled, and some more people rushed out.
Before the ancient continent where Pang Bo was trapped, Ye Fan sneered coldly, sensing something, aware that some extremely powerful experts had arrived in the shadows.
(To be continued)