# Chapter 1529: The Sound of Sacrifice Still Remains
"Sadulak sentence tree gulu..." The Divine Child stared wide-eyed, somewhat angry yet also frightened, his black gem-like pupils filled with tension as he locked eyes with Ye Fan.
Ye Fan's expression was solemn, his gaze brilliant, staring at the child's Immortal Platform, preparing to explore his sea of consciousness. The child's forehead shimmered with radiance, a patch of pure white and translucent, as if carved from jade.
The Divine Child grew even more uneasy, flailing his hands and feet, trying to break free from the Immortal Source and flee. Unfortunately, Immortal Source was no ordinary substance; breaking it open was difficult enough, and with Ye Fan having immobilized him, not even a single crack could appear.
With a hum, Ye Fan's forehead bone blazed with intense light, shooting out a main divine consciousness like a comet streaking across the sky, a beam that pierced into the Immortal Source and submerged into the child's Immortal Platform.
He had to figure this out—this child's origins were too bizarre, too unsettling!
The vast sea of consciousness stretched like an endless ocean, vast and boundless, crystal clear and dazzling, extremely peaceful. And at the center of this sea stood a towering platform that reached into the empty sky, radiant with ten thousand lights, majestic and astonishing.
This was the Divine Child's Immortal Platform, brilliant and blazing, as if polished from divine jade. Arriving here made one feel as if they had ascended to the Immortal Domain, filled with a sacred aura that was truly astonishing.
This was just a child, yet he possessed such a grand Immortal Platform, surpassing many cultivators who had spent their entire lives in the Dao—truly shocking.
Ye Fan's main divine consciousness ascended the Immortal Platform, entering that luminous source. With a thunderous roar, he entered a vast world, identical to what he had seen on the other shore of the starry sky before.
This was a scene of ancient wilderness from Earth—majestic mountains, grand terrain, vast and boundless, ancient trees reaching the sky, various savage beasts running about, divine birds tearing through the heavens.
This was the child's memory, the starting point of his sea of consciousness, the most deeply impressed, and thus the most important fragment of spiritual awareness.
Then, endless weeping sounds reached Ye Fan's ears, like thousands upon thousands of people wailing. The cries pierced the clouds, and this entire world trembled.
And this was only the beginning. The crying grew louder, the number of people rapidly increasing, until finally, it was as if all living beings on the vast earth were wailing. This was unbelievable, somewhat difficult to comprehend.
Then, various strange sounds arose. Like divine drums pounding, like funeral bells mourning, shaking the nine heavens and ten lands.
And on the other shore of the starry sky, Earth's various towering mountains all shook together, as if about to collapse. The mountain bodies emitted all kinds of brilliant ancient talisman patterns and Dao marks, thousands of peaks and valleys resonating in unison.
Ye Fan walked forward, only able to see various scenes of the ancient wilderness, hearing the wails of countless living beings, but unable to see those figures.
Heavenly drums, funeral bells, the sorrowful sounds of all living beings... all these intertwined, mysterious and bizarre, sending chills down one's spine.
Finally, when he reached the deepest part, he heard various sacrificial sounds, as if an ancient sage emperor was being buried. All these signs, all these anomalies, made one feel that something was very unusual. His heart felt oppressed and heavy.
"What happened? How could this child's sea of consciousness have such memories? Why can't I see any humanoid creatures? There are quite a few savage beasts and divine birds prostrating on the ground."
With endless questions, Ye Fan traveled through, but ultimately did not see the child's origins. The Divine Child seemed to be born with knowledge, only remembering that initial place, then leaving a blank space. No one had taught him, and after that came some trivial matters from over a hundred years in the stone workshop.
Most of that time he had been sleeping. His sea of consciousness had one gap after another. Regarding his origins, they simply did not exist—even the child himself did not know.
His current behavior, his defensive mentality, were all a kind of innate divine intelligence. He possessed nothing else, and no one knew who had sealed him.
Ye Fan was very surprised. Either part of this child's memory had been erased, or some special event had occurred, causing a defect in his sea of consciousness.
There was also another possibility—nothing was missing, this was simply how it was. This was all he had, only he was too young and had left no imprint of the past.
"That sacrificial sound and burial sound are very frightening, and the vast mountains and rivers on the other shore of the starry sky always manifest. This is the greatest suspicious point about his identity and origins. It's hard to draw a conclusion."
Although Ye Fan had some earth-shattering conjectures in his heart, he lacked evidence and could not confirm them.
He carefully searched within the child's Immortal Platform and found some scattered memories, many of which were blurry scenes from Earth's primeval era, but they all lacked humanoid creatures.
Finally, he saw vast and boundless heavenly gates, but they were all fragments, as if ruined and decayed, flashing by in an instant—just a very brief scene.
"The death of an important figure, the decline of a grand divine dynasty..." Ye Fan muttered to himself. This was the most important clue in the Divine Child's sea of consciousness.
He thought of many things, standing silently in this place for a long time, his heart heavy. This child's origins were too extraordinary; it was truly difficult to handle.
After careful observation, Ye Fan confirmed that this child was not a Sacred Spirit. What race he belonged to was hard to say.
He possessed a humanoid body, yet at such a tiny size, he had saint-level energy—truly shocking. Calling him human didn't seem quite right.
He was neither a true flesh-and-blood Sacred Spirit nor a malevolent creature. This made Ye Fan breathe a sigh of relief, but he also felt somewhat apologetic toward the child.
Now that the stone skin had been cut open, he couldn't just leave him in the stone workshop. Ye Fan didn't plan to break open the Immortal Source; it was better to keep him in a sealed state.
Although there wasn't much evidence, various signs indicated that this child's background was likely heaven-defying, and many unpredictable things might happen in the future.
"Little fatty, don't struggle. I won't hurt you. Just sleep obediently," Ye Fan said, this time using divine consciousness to transmit his thoughts.
"Fenluo rang ge luoli..." The Divine Child puffed out his cheeks and muttered.
Ye Fan really couldn't guess what language this was. He had already mastered the ancient divine script common to all races, but this child's language transcended that category, feeling even more ancient.
Thinking carefully, it was truly unsettling. Where did it come from? A language from an even more ancient era?
"Did he really come from Earth? Was there a sealed and forgotten era?" Ye Fan muttered to himself.
When he was still a mortal, he had been very interested in ancient anecdotes and secret histories. The "Suwen" chapter of the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon" once recorded: "In ancient times, people all lived to a hundred years, and their movements did not decline."
That was a mysterious ancient history, shrouded in a layer of fog. When he had last returned to Earth, he hadn't uncovered any special secrets.
"Perhaps I should go back once," Ye Fan muttered to himself. He was reluctant to set out easily, afraid of bringing the flames of war there. His current enemies were no pushovers, and there were even quasi-emperors about to appear, forcing him to have many concerns.
"Cut out a child comparable to a saint—this is too heaven-defying! Whose descendant is this? Simply inconceivable!"
"Heavens, could this be an immortal fetus, abandoned in the mortal world and now emerging? Otherwise, how could it be so powerful!"
The crowd in the distance exclaimed. After many years, Ye Fan had returned to the stone workshop, once again causing a sensation. Cutting stone here had produced a living being. He was so young, yet so powerful!
The Divine Child was chubby, plump, fair and clean, with a pair of large, exceptionally spirited eyes. He stared back at Ye Fan, trying not to retreat, looking somewhat stubborn and cute.
Ye Fan pondered for a long time—what exactly should he do with him?
Some important figures from the Ji Family gathered around, filled with shock. When they had handled this stone material back then, they had been very casual, never expecting it to contain such a little ancestor.
"This is a living being cut from your Ji Family. When I visit your clan gates soon, I'll present it as a heavy gift," Ye Fan said after thinking for a moment.
The child glared, muttering something under his breath, incomprehensible.
"Who knows if you're a calamity seed or an innocent one. Since you've emerged, in your current state, you're definitely a piece of Tang Monk's flesh—everyone wants a bite. I'll send you into the Ji Clan, where you'll receive protection. Sleep well."
Ye Fan left with the "little fatty" he had mentioned, while Divine City boiled over, causing a huge sensation. This matter was very unusual, spreading in all directions instantly.
The young child who had emerged from stone, with his miraculous display, shocked everyone. It caused a massive uproar in the Northern Domain, then quickly swept toward Central Province, Southern Ridge, and other places. Even the saints from beyond the domain were astonished, unable to believe such a heaven-defying Divine Child could exist.
"Daoist, please wait!"
As Ye Fan unhurriedly made his way toward the Jade Pool, someone shouted loudly from behind. Turning to look, it was the ancient clan great sage Hun Tuo chasing after him.
"Do you have something to discuss?" Ye Fan stopped, turning to look behind him.
The Calamity God wiped his sweat, apparently having chased after him with all his might. Upon receiving the news, he had been the first to arrive and find Ye Fan.
"Daoist Ye, I've come to recognize a relative," Hun Tuo said with a serious expression.
"I don't think we have any family relations. Do you think we look alike?" Ye Fan said with a half-smile.
"Daoist, you misunderstand. I've come to recognize the child you cut out. He's my child who went missing over a million years ago. Today, I've come specifically to acknowledge him," Hun Tuo said anxiously.
Ye Fan laughed in exasperation. "You really dare to say that. This is your child? Come, ask him if he's willing to acknowledge you. Also, look carefully—isn't this Immortal Source far older than the time you've existed?"
Inside the Immortal Source, the child was staring with a pair of sparkling black eyes, glaring at Hun Tuo, muttering, "Ewai rega ta huli men!"
"See, he's calling me. This is my youngest son, born from a moment of foolishness in my youth. Meeting him today truly fills my old heart with comfort. I'm moved to tears, alas, so sorrowful," Hun Tuo the Great Sage said without blushing or his heart racing, completely serious.
"You could have a child like this?!" Ye Fan sneered, not afraid of him trying to snatch the child. He beckoned him over, wanting to use him to further confirm the child's identity.
Hun Tuo the Great Sage hesitated a bit. Although he was called the Calamity God, he was still afraid that Ye Fan, this god of slaughter, might strike him. If he threw an imperial artifact at him, that might be his own downfall.
He stood at a distance, listening to the Divine Child muttering discontentedly at him.
Before long, Hun Tuo's expression changed. The more he listened to the child's murmurs, the more solemn his face became. He trembled, "How can this language still exist in the world? Impossible!"
Finally, unable to bear the torment in his heart, with Ye Fan's permission, he extended a divine consciousness to observe the child's brilliant Immortal Platform.
When those sacrificial sounds rang out, Hun Tuo the Great Sage's body shook violently, then like a frightened old rabbit, he leaped thirty zhang high and fled in a puff, panicked like a dog with its tail between its legs. That expression was definitely not an act.
"Hun Tuo, isn't this your child? Hurry up and explain," Ye Fan said, carrying the child as he chased after him.
"It has nothing to do with me! My child ascended to heaven long ago. This is no descendant of mine—it's clearly an ancestor!" Hun Tuo ran like an old rabbit, his peak crazy speed unleashed, like wind and lightning, making it somewhat difficult for Ye Fan to catch up.
"Speak of its origins, or don't blame me for being rude," Ye Fan said, closing in and threatening from behind.
"I advise you to quickly send this little ancestor away and don't get involved. In the ancient times before the Primordial Era, an entire ancient imperial clan was exterminated because of this!" Hun Tuo the Great Sage warned solemnly.
"Nonsense!" Ye Fan scolded lightly.
The two fled and chased, one after the other, directly arriving at the Jade Pool, which was also Ye Fan's original destination. Hun Tuo the Great Sage, without waiting to be announced, whooshed to the mountain gate and shouted in his raspy voice: "Quickly prepare the Western Emperor Pagoda! A big one has arrived! Sacrifice two or more imperial artifacts and send this child into the boundless universe, or else a great calamity will befall us!"