# Chapter 1397: Stone Carvings
(Erratum: The divine body mentioned in this chapter regarding the God Clan should refer to Ji Haoyue and the Jiang Family divine body. This has been corrected.)
The God Clan, a heaven-defying race, represented invincibility and supreme strength. They were an extremely rare and powerful bloodline since ancient times, truly existing in the world.
"Breaking away from the Human Clan to establish themselves as a separate race—that's truly arrogant and proud, but they've forgotten their ancestors!" Pang Bo said indignantly.
Such matters were too ancient. Discussing them now held little meaning. At the very least, in the eyes of other races, the God Clan was stronger and nobler, having nothing to do with the Human Clan.
The Human Clan had a long and ancient history. Their true origin was unknown. Whether it was the Big Dipper or the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, it was said that these were homes pioneered by ancient human ancestors who traveled far.
Where exactly was the ancestral life star of humanity, and what had become of it? No one knew anymore. Some clues and secrets had gradually been annihilated in the river of time.
The God Clan member inside the stone coffin was breathing heavily, his body radiating even more blazing light. He was emotionally agitated, struggling to speak in rebuttal: "The God Clan... the most dazzling race... has nothing to do with the Human Clan!"
He was on the verge of passing away in meditation, his body extremely weak, yet he was so agitated now, shouting with all his remaining strength. His body convulsed, clearly about to expire.
A golden miniature figure stepped out from within Ye Fan's forehead bone, about to enter this God Clan member's sea of consciousness to observe and learn more detailed information.
However, this God Clan member's brow quickly cracked open, light blazing intensely. He was about to undergo Dao Dissolution, on the verge of exploding.
Clearly, he was very resolute. He would rather die than let others touch the core secrets of his race. Moreover, the imprint left by his race's strong had been activated, guarding his Immortal Platform, preventing outsiders from accessing their secrets, or else self-destructing.
"We tried before. He would rather undergo Dao Dissolution immediately than let us observe," the Dragon Horse explained.
The golden miniature figure retreated back into Ye Fan's Immortal Platform. He suddenly opened his eyes, shooting out two sharp beams of light. He activated the Presence Secret to heal this God Clan member again, restoring his primordial energy.
"I don't want to understand the God Clan, nor do I wish to be their enemy. Tell me where Yao Guang is. We won't touch anything else."
Upon hearing that name, this God Clan member immediately ground his teeth. His white hair danced wildly without wind, his expression terrifying, filled with hatred.
Yao Guang had left four years ago. He had been victimized for over four years. At that time, they were both Saints, but Yao Guang's primordial source had shocked even this proud and arrogant God Clan member, terrifyingly immense.
"When he doesn't reveal himself, divine rings surround him like the Sun God reincarnated, matching the God Clan's temperament. But once he acts, he becomes a demon god, like a different person."
The events of that year filled him with deep hatred. He had been ambushed and killed here. Even now, thinking about it made his body involuntarily tense, as if facing that great enemy.
Ye Fan and Pang Bo exchanged glances. Over so many years, Yao Guang had never revealed his true abilities. They had no idea how many types of powerful physiques' primordial sources he had devoured.
Now, just this one God Clan member was enough to make others wary. It could definitely make Yao Guang much stronger, elevating his power significantly.
"Ruthless Great Emperor is truly terrifying. To create such a heavenly art—it's truly heaven-defying!" the Black Bear Saint and others couldn't help but exclaim.
"I've seen a great enemy rising. There will inevitably be a battle in the future. The God Clan is his target. The Heaven-Dominating Bloodline and we might not be exempt from his schemes," Pang Bo said solemnly.
The Dragon Horse was usually fierce and fearless, but now it also showed worry, its heart heavy. There might be a life-and-death bloody battle in the future.
The Scorpion, Golden Lion, Black Bear Saint, and others all felt a shadow over their hearts. This heavenly art was too heaven-defying. It would grow stronger with each devoured primordial source, elevating power with every step.
On this Stellar Ancient Path, there were outstanding talents from various star domains. For Yao Guang, this was like a dream path to immortality!
Every strong person was a furnace of great medicine for him. Continuing like this, fighting all the way, it would snowball. He would become increasingly terrifying, eventually becoming the ultimate strong.
"No matter how strong, can he match Ruthless? He's just an imitator!" Ye Fan said, his gaze clear, his demeanor confident. "I'll wait for him to appear. If he fights, I'll kill him!"
This was a belief in invincibility, a peerless bearing that deeply infected the twelve Saints. The shadows over their hearts were swept away, and they no longer worried.
This wasn't carelessness or underestimation of the enemy, but a belief. Having an invincible heart, fearing no obstacles or hardships, transcending everything, elevating both spirit and body to an optimal state!
Yao Guang was naturally terrifying. He could devour others' primordial sources to strengthen himself. He also possessed the Imperishable Heavenly Art created by Ruthless in her second life. This immortal scripture had never been revealed in the world and was destined to shake the ages.
This God Clan member lay in the stone coffin, his hair completely white. Pang Bo asked his age. Under normal circumstances, his true appearance wouldn't be so aged.
"By a cultivator's lifespan... I'm still young, only a little over a hundred years old," he said, full of unwillingness and regret.
He was a proud God Clan member who had come out to train, specifically seeking ancient stars suppressed by the Dao to temper himself. He had arrived at this life-bearing place almost simultaneously with Yao Guang, and the two had clashed.
"Was Yao Guang so merciful as to spare your life?" Pang Bo knew that person. When he didn't act, it was fine, but when he did, it was like thunder, a killing blow.
"He was startled away by a senior," the God Clan member said dejectedly. Though his life was spared, it was merely a lingering existence. His life could almost be considered over.
"Are there other powerful cultivators on this ancient star?" The Dragon Horse didn't believe it. This star wasn't large, just a small planet, unsuitable for cultivation. They hadn't sensed any supreme strong since arriving.
"Yes. He just gave a light shout, like a great bell ringing, shaking one's soul nearly to scattering," the God Clan member muttered absently, growing weaker.
"What did he look like?" Ye Fan asked.
"He looked very ordinary, holding a wood-chopping knife..." Before the God Clan member finished, Ye Fan's expression changed. He turned back toward that village. The old man's trace had vanished, gone without a trace.
Ye Fan transformed into a bolt of lightning, tearing through the void, and appeared at the village entrance instantly. The pile of firewood like a small mountain was gone. The old man's figure had disappeared. Everything was still peaceful.
"What's wrong?" Pang Bo and the others caught up, looking at him in confusion.
"Before you arrived, I saw an old man chopping wood here," Ye Fan said.
Outside the fields, several green oxen were grazing. A shepherd boy played a flute, carefree and content. By the river, several women were washing clothes, their laughter drifting over. Farmers worked in the fields...
Everything was peaceful and tranquil, unchanged, except for the missing wood-chopping old man.
Ye Fan asked around, but everyone shook their heads. There had never been such a person in the village. No one had seen him.
He felt as if he had seen a ghost. He had clearly spoken with the old man for a moment. How could he have vanished in an instant, like an illusion?
"Young man, are you sure you really saw such an old man?" The oldest elder in the village, puffing on a tobacco pipe, walked over, looking at him with some suspicion.
"Indeed. Do you have any insights, elder?" Ye Fan was very polite, not displaying divine powers before mortals, maintaining proper courtesy.
"The person you speak of—I've seen him," the old man said.
"He... where is he?" Ye Fan pressed.
"He's not a living person," the old man said, looking at him with even more suspicion, clearly implying that such a person couldn't appear at the village entrance.
Ye Fan was stunned. Pang Bo, the Dragon Horse, and the others were also dumbfounded. This seemed to defy common sense. Had they seen a ghost in broad daylight?
"The person you speak of is just a carving on a stone wall, on the western mountain," the old man said, pointing with his cane toward the direction of the setting sun, not far from here.
They left the village. When they returned, the God Clan member had already ceased to breathe. He had ultimately passed away in meditation. The light on his body faded, leaving only a cold corpse.
The Dragon Horse and the others used their great arts to send him back to that ancient cave dwelling, sealing him inside, which could be considered his burial.
The mountain west of the village wasn't far, nor was it tall, let alone majestic. It was overgrown with weeds and brambles, nothing remarkable.
Halfway up the mountain, there was a stone wall with some ancient carvings. No one knew how many years had passed. The traces were blurred, covered in moss.
Ye Fan carefully cleaned it, examining it closely. His expression suddenly changed. He could hardly believe it.
"Is it the person from the stone carving?" Pang Bo asked nervously.
Ye Fan nodded. This defied common sense, making people feel it was unbelievable. The old man who had spoken with him was actually on the stone wall. Time had made the carving blurred and mottled. It was at least tens of thousands of years old.
What was going on? Just a carving could manifest, making people feel as if they were there, believing it was real. How deep must one's Dao cultivation be?
"This doesn't make sense. What kind of star is this? Just an ancient stone wall carving. How many tens of thousands of years has it been? How could it manifest a real person?" Pang Bo touched it with his hand.
There wasn't just one carving, but eight or nine. There was a wood-chopping scene, a horse-feeding scene—simple and unadorned, seemingly unrelated to cultivation at first glance. However, after what had just happened, how could Ye Fan ignore it? This place was definitely extraordinary, containing extraordinary secrets.
What kind of existence was that wood-chopping old man? How many tens of thousands of years had passed, and he could still manifest?
Starting from the fifth carving, it became somewhat unusual. The old man sat atop a true dragon, ascending to heaven.
"What does this mean?" Pang Bo didn't understand.
Removing the moss from the stone wall, the sixth carving was vaguely visible. It was an ancient coffin, a nine-layered coffin from the mythological era!
Ye Fan's heart stirred. Light flashed in his palm, and he took out a palm-length stone coffin. Though very small, it exuded an aura of eternal vicissitudes.
Back in the Central Province ancestral temple, Ye Fan and his group had discovered this stone coffin on an ancient altar. Duan De speculated it was a supreme coffin buried in the nine heavens during the mythological era.
Qi Luo had asked him to cast it into the starry sky to avoid future calamities, but Ye Fan had kept it by his side, never discarding it. Now he took it out, comparing it with the stone carving.
At that moment, streaks of light patterns appeared on the stone wall, rippling outward like water waves.
"This..." Everyone was stunned, extremely shocked.
The supreme nine-layered coffin from the nine heavens of the mythological era had actually reacted with the ancient carving on this stone wall. This was truly astonishing!
After a moment, everything calmed down. The anomaly disappeared, and the place returned to stillness.
They cleared away the moss and carefully examined the seventh ancient carving. It was even more mysterious. It was a blade. Though blurred, when they focused on it, a peerless killing intent emerged!
"Pfft"
Pang Bo spat blood, his face pale, staggering backward. The Dragon Horse's brow even split open, retreating seven or eight steps.
"Don't concentrate on that blade," Ye Fan said, shocked. He had recognized it with just a glance, his heart pounding violently. It belonged to Immortal Emperor!
During his tribulation, when Immortal Emperor's true form appeared at the final moment, that blazing blade had automatically unsheathed, striking down. Nothing was more terrifying. It had nearly split his cauldron in two.
"Are you sure it's a carving of the Immortal Heavenly Blade?!" Pang Bo and the others were horrified. Just a stone carving could injure people. How strong was that blade?
What shocked them most was that beneath the blade was a blurry stone-shelled egg. Every wisp of aura that the blade emitted was absorbed by it.
"What does this mean? Is it the burial place of the Immortal Heavenly Blade?" The Dragon Horse was shocked, speaking in confusion.
"Look at the eighth carving. It's... the Nine Dragons Coffin!" Pang Bo exclaimed, filled with shock.