# Chapter 1511: Ancient Immortal Path
An immortal path? Ye Fan's heart trembled with shock. Even though he had suspected this place might be related to immortals, he still couldn't help being astonished—to actually see such a path!
The old woman wanted to reopen the old path, chisel through chaos, restore the ancient land, and recreate what this small world looked like before it collapsed.
Undoubtedly, this was extremely difficult. Chaos had destroyed everything here, and now it was barren—this pure land had been completely severed.
The immortal path from millions of years ago—was that the early Primeval Era or the end of the Mythological Era? It couldn't be verified. Someone had tried to break into the Immortal Domain here, shattering this small world and creating this scene.
"Who were those people?"
One name after another surfaced in Ye Fan's mind. Was it an Ancient Heavenly Venerable, or the Heavenly Court's Emperor Venerable from the end of the Mythological Era, or perhaps the Immortal Emperor?
There was no doubt that those who set foot on the immortal path would shake the ages.
But whether they failed or succeeded was unknown. Judging by the state of this place, even the Great Emperor's array patterns had been ground to dust, and the immortal path itself had been shattered—the battle back then must have been exceptionally fierce.
"It has all become the past..." Ye Fan sighed softly.
To enter the Immortal Domain required the right time, the right place, and strength so heaven-defying it was almost impossible—none could be lacking!
Where the immortal path of this generation would open, no one could truly determine. This place was merely an immortal ruin, bearing witness to the glory of predecessors and the desolation after their curtain fell.
All the old woman could do was open up the chaos, restore this former pure world, and find the traces left behind by that immortal path from millions of years ago.
It was impossible to enter the Immortal Domain from here. Time had changed, and naturally the location had changed as well. But this place was undoubtedly a treasure trove, containing immortal light.
"The person back then was unmatched in the world. They must have broken through the Immortal Domain, otherwise immortal light wouldn't have fallen into this world," the old woman said.
There was naturally reason to suspect that the Arctic immortal light was spiritual energy from the Immortal Domain. Someone back then had shattered the unbreakable barrier that had stood for eons, allowing the aura of that world to surge through.
These immortal qi or auspicious clouds had been sealed within the chaos. Over the long years, a wisp would occasionally leak out, appearing in the outside world.
"This was a powerful person who truly saw the Immortal Domain!"
Ye Fan sighed. Xue Yueqing had also set foot on the immortal path and broken through the barrier, but old and frail, no longer in the prime of his glory, he had ultimately fallen on the path, unable to enter that world.
What about this person? Could it be the same—breaking through the Immortal Domain only to spill blood on the path? This was very likely, because this place had completely shattered, and even the Great Emperor's array patterns had been nearly worn clean.
Ye Fan looked at Tu Fei and sighed. He knew this visit wasn't the right time. Tu Fei's fortune hadn't been fully realized yet; he was still in the midst of transformation and wasn't suitable to be taken away.
A violent wave of divine sense transmission came. Tu Fei couldn't move his body or speak, sealed within the frozen ice, but his divine sense had awakened years ago and was now stirring with extreme excitement.
"Little Leaf... is it really you?!"
"It's me. I've come to see you," Ye Fan said softly.
"I'm a living corpse now, can't move. I really want to get out!" Tu Fei's body had been taken over by immortal light but hadn't been truly refined, so he still couldn't move.
"Just wait patiently. There will be a day when you emerge," Ye Fan comforted him.
"Where did that dog that deserves a thousand cuts go? I want to butcher it! That bastard, that unreliable scoundrel..." Tu Fei was filled with resentment. He had always been a big mouth, and now he couldn't hold back, cursing Black Emperor to high heaven.
"Is peng meat tastier, or donkey meat?" Tu Fei's train of thought couldn't be judged by normal standards. He had just been cursing Black Emperor, and the next moment he was talking about food.
"What's wrong?" Ye Fan asked.
"I'm hungry."
Ye Fan: "..."
"How many of those holy maidens have you gotten your hands on? Don't go defiling them all—your brother won't stand for it! Leave a few for me!" Besides having a big mouth, Tu Fei also had thick nerves, quickly making another divine twist that left Ye Fan speechless.
After being trapped for so many years, this guy still hadn't changed his nature.
"Little Leaf, you're no good! You couldn't even handle Yao Xi, and you haven't seen the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi in over a hundred years. Wasting is shameful!" The big mouth started spraying again.
"You just woke up. Can you worry less?!" Ye Fan's head ached.
"I want to drink some Enlightenment Tea."
"Your grandfather's! Can you think normally and stop jumping around?!"
"Is Black Emperor still wearing those flowered underpants? Swap him for a dog-skin one!" Tu Fei's thoughts drifted again.
"..."
After his thoughts jumped endlessly, he finally fell silent, becoming very quiet. After a long time, he sobbed, "Liu Kou is dead..." He burst into loud crying.
This was his true feelings. The few little bandits had sworn brotherhood, and Liu Kou was his brother in life and death, yet he hadn't even been able to see him off. His heart was filled with great sorrow.
Ye Fan understood. Tu Tian and Old Immortal had come here and told Tu Fei everything about the outside world. Naturally, there was pain and grief in his heart.
After crying for a long time, Tu Fei finally calmed down, slowly conversing with Ye Fan, asking about many things, and finally sighing, wishing he could leave immediately.
The old woman had taken Tu Fei as her disciple and passed down the Nirvana Immortal Scripture to him. It was said this was very likely the legacy of an Ancient Heavenly Venerable, a technique copied from a divine stele dug up from underground.
Tu Fei's long slumber without awakening over the years was also related to this. This environment, this immortal light, combined with this technique—it was truly suitable for him.
Finally, they talked about the immortal path again. The old woman pointed out that the Immortal Mansion World in Central Province must also have been a correct location in the past. Someone might have even truly entered the Immortal Domain from there, because that world hadn't collapsed to this day, meaning the ancient path hadn't shattered back then.
"I want to go there and take a look, to see what's at the deepest part," Ye Fan said. Back then, limited by his strength, he couldn't go deep and was stopped at the outer perimeter.
In that place, the Immortal Emperor and the Grand Emperor had both been buried, leaving behind coffins but no corpses. They had entered and exited that small world. Their deaths might not have been real—entering immortality was the truth.
Ye Fan stayed here for three days, talking about many past events, causing Tu Fei's emotions to fluctuate violently. Killing the Celestial Prince, traversing the Ancient Human Path—he hadn't participated in any of it. He deeply regretted it and wished he could leave immediately.
But his technique was too special. After three days passed, he directly entered "nirvana" again, sinking back into slumber, becoming a living corpse, beginning his special cultivation journey.
Heavy snowflakes fell like goose feathers. Ye Fan bid farewell to Tu Fei and the old woman, left the ice plain, and traveled south through the wind and snow.
Finally, he returned to the Eastern Wasteland and entered the Azure Dragon King's small world.
The Azure Dragon King had passed away before the world changed. Now, Peacock King and Red Dragon King were in charge, leading the demon clan, so no one dared to come and cause trouble.
On a silent mountain peak, deep within the pine forest, there was a grave. Lonely and isolated, the mound wasn't very large, with a stone tablet standing before it, engraved with the name Qin Yao.
A cold wind blew, leaves drifted down. Ye Fan felt his body grow cold. He stood quietly before the grave, setting down the flowers in his hand. White petals scattered in the air, looking very desolate.
Ye Fan sat on the cold ground, alone for a long time. What could he say? Time had passed, and the person had returned to the yellow earth, never to come back.
The life of a cultivator not only involved many life-and-death battles but also facing the parting of many relatives and friends. The more powerful a cultivator, the more they would have to face in the future.
The pine trees moaned, this place was desolate, lonely, with only this solitary grave, stirring sadness.
No one knew how long had passed before Ye Fan stood up. The wind grew stronger, the pines rustled, like sobbing, like weeping and telling (sù shuō).
He merged with a great wind and rushed out of the Azure Dragon King's small world. He didn't go to see Red Dragon Daoist or Peacock King—he just wanted to leave this place, running with all his might.
"Who scattered these flowers?" A woman appeared. It was the former Jin Yan, now much more mature. She looked at the wind disappearing in the distance and said, "Is that person here? Sister Qin Yao, the person you never forgot has come to see you. I heard he's almost unmatched in the world."
"My brother Jin Yu is dead, and Brother Ku Zhu also died from severing the Dao. Of the three of them, only Brother Bai Feng remains. If we could choose, how different would our paths be?" Jin Yan left this mountain peak.
Ye Fan was now someone who could slay early-stage Great Sages. His strength was extremely formidable. He had also cultivated the Stride Art, possessing the ultimate speed in the world. Even though the earth's territory was vast, with his current cultivation level, it was nothing.
He didn't use an array platform. He directly used his legs, expending his abundant blood energy, and rushed toward Central Province.
No one knew how long had passed before he slowed down. He had already entered Central Province's territory, letting his emotions slowly calm.
Ranges of mountains rose and fell, like coiled flood dragons lying dormant. Wisps of purple qi rose, like a place of ascending immortals—majestic yet beautiful.
This was the immortal mountain where the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion was located, magnificent and picturesque.
Ye Fan walked straight through the mountain gate. Arriving here brought back many memories. One outstanding talent after another had used their strength to break through and enter the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion. Only he had stayed outside, never entering, eating Qi Huoshui's mount, shooting Yan Yunluan, and even fighting Wang Teng.
"Eh, who is this person? He looks a bit familiar."
Although the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion had sent some outstanding talents into the stars, it hadn't closed its doors. It still gathered the finest talents from the five domains.
As soon as Ye Fan entered, he attracted some people's attention. They turned their heads to look this way.
"He is... the Sacred Body Ye Fan!" Someone recognized him and cried out in surprise.
Instantly, an uproar erupted within the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion. Many people appeared, looking in this direction. Ye Fan's reputation was too great now. He had nearly leveled Mount Sumeru, not to mention other matters. His appearance naturally caused a sensation.
"It really is him. I heard he's almost become a Great Sage now, and he himself can slay those who have just entered the Great Sage realm. He swept through the Ancient Human Path undefeated and returned to the Big Dipper."
Inside the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, there were people from the same generation as Ye Fan. Seeing him, they couldn't help feeling bitter. Their cultivation levels had fallen far behind his, as if they were from two different generations.
"Senior Ye, what is there on the Ancient Human Path?" A very spirited little girl ran over. She was only twelve or thirteen years old, looking like a porcelain doll, completely unafraid of his reputation.
"Senior, tell us about the ancient path." Other young people also gathered around.
These were the next generation, over a hundred years younger than Ye Fan's generation. Just like them back then, they were equally full of vitality.
But among them, a twelve or thirteen-year-old child still made people marvel. Her aptitude must be exceptionally outstanding.
Ye Fan looked carefully and found that this porcelain doll-like girl was similar to the little novice monk he had seen at the Lantuo Temple in the Western Desert—excellent bone structure, extraordinary talent, rare in the world.
"Whose child are you?" Ye Fan asked kindly.
The porcelain doll was very innocent. "My mother is an old acquaintance of Senior Ye."
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