# Chapter 1533: Old Ground's Finale
"What happened back then?" Ye Fan was lost in thought. The scenes he had just witnessed were extremely bizarre and deeply shocking.
For a long time, the images replayed in his mind, filled with suspicion and many incomprehensible elements. Finally, he let out a soft sigh, pondering the last words of that Sacred Body, with a few characters particularly startling him.
Re-establish the Heavenly Court!
More than one person had wanted to do this. What special significance did it hold?
Emperor Venerable needed no elaboration. And Immortal Emperor, worshipped by all races, ruling over the myriad heavens and domains, though never explicitly stated, was presumably on this same path. Additionally, several powerful Supremes had harbored such wishes during their lifetimes—Green Emperor, for instance, wanted to establish the Heavenly Court but ultimately failed to achieve it.
Now, this Great Accomplishment Saint Body said the same, believing that Emperor Wu Shi would re-establish the Heavenly Court. Beyond being an expression of love and hope for his child, this itself revealed certain issues.
"It seems re-establishing the Heavenly Court is a matter of great importance. Emperor Venerable's choice to do so back then naturally carried profound meaning!" Ye Fan muttered to himself.
He thought of the Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty, which sought to ascend with their entire sect. By that logic, the ancient Heavenly Court would be even more terrifying, its ambition even grander!
The Mythical Era was too distant, shrouded in mystery. All said Emperor Venerable was the founder of the ancient Heavenly Court, but recently that had become uncertain, with mist swirling.
One hundred thousand years had passed. Emperor Wu Shi had not re-established the Heavenly Court. Had he chosen the former path and truly become an immortal?! After calming down, Ye Fan pondered this question again.
Emperor Wu Shi's father was so confident—not just doting and acknowledging his child's potential, but also seemingly seeing something of the future.
Eighty thousand years ago, a vast fluctuation erupted from Purple Mountain. Had Emperor Wu Shi become an immortal, or had he turned to ashes? Even now, no one could say.
This Great Emperor, renowned throughout history, worshipped by all, his combat power overlooking past, present, and future, dominating all ages—his fate was the most eye-catching.
Unfortunately, no one could witness it. No one could explain it.
Only one sentence remained in the world: "At the end of the immortal path, who stands as the peak? Upon seeing Wu Shi, the Dao becomes empty!"
"If I cannot become an immortal, then I will re-establish the Heavenly Court..." Ye Fan murmured. This truly was a grand ambition, evoking sighs.
The ripples calmed. He once again resonated with the fresh blood, and images appeared. A peerlessly beautiful woman, white robes fluttering, her face bearing a sorrowful expression, holding a corpse as she traversed billions of star rivers. Then she struck forward with her palm.
Then, everything was destroyed!
Ye Fan finally witnessed a Great Emperor's strike—so direct. It annihilated everything, nothing visible, only scenes of heaven and earth being created, all collapsing.
Finally, he saw the cosmic border wasteland—a huge bronze plaque split in two.
Nothing could be heard, nothing could be seen. The Western Emperor had shattered everything, as if destroying all heavenly and earthly laws to re-establish the hope of eternal life.
The divine chains of heavenly order snapped, followed by eternal darkness...
Ye Fan was filled with doubt and uncertainty about the final outcome, countless thoughts swirling, his emotions complex. He stood silently.
Who knew how long passed before heaven and earth regained their tranquility. The Western Emperor held a young child's hand, leaving behind a graceful silhouette, carrying loneliness and sorrow as she departed into the distance.
That child was very quiet, neither crying nor fussing, following along.
In that casual moment, he looked back—a brief glance that allowed one to see the true face of the young Wu Shi.
He appeared two or three years old, black hair draped over his shoulders, eyes clear and bright, looking like a carved jade doll. Though young and tender, he also possessed a wisdom that belied his age.
"So this is Emperor Wu Shi as a child..." Ye Fan showed a strange expression. Seeing his true face for the first time, even as a child, deeply surprised him.
Undoubtedly, the Western Emperor sealed Wu Shi afterward. Only many tens of thousands of years later, when the world needed him to emerge, did he reappear among mortals, thus beginning the legend of a Supreme.
"I want to punch him," the little fatty said from within the Immortal Source.
Ye Fan was surprised, not expecting him to also see these images. "Jealous, are you? Found out he's more heroic-looking than you, not all chubby like you, right?"
"I'm not fat at all!" the little fatty said angrily. Every time Ye Fan brought this up, it made him indignant.
"Then why do you want to punch him? Feeling a bit guilty, are you? Think he's stronger than you?" Ye Fan laughed.
"Nonsense! I just have this feeling—I really want to punch him," the Divine Child muttered.
Was this the innate hostility between the Divine Child and the Immortal Seed? Ye Fan chuckled silently. They had never met, yet just seeing an image provoked such a reaction.
Soon after, Ye Fan had the bronze cauldron floating above his head and held the Imperial Sword in his hand, struggling to approach closer, wanting to see everything clearly.
No particularly anomalies occurred with the Great Accomplishment Saint Body and the Western Emperor. Only that Imperial-level aura made one's body feel like it would shatter, impossible to truly approach, with ripples spreading in all directions.
Divine patterns were imprinted here, personally carved by Wu Shi, along with Yao Chi's stele inscriptions, confirming the Western Emperor's identity.
"Yao Chi relocated in the last twenty to thirty thousand years. Something must have happened during these tens of thousands of years..."
Ye Fan could not approach any closer. He stared at the chaotic mist there, trying to see clearly, and found nothing unusual.
"Wanting to revive both parents?" He looked at the characters left by Emperor Wu Shi, his heart shaken. This truly defied heaven. The Western Emperor herself was a Great Emperor and could find no solution. Could Wu Shi accomplish this?!
"This should just be his hope," Ye Fan shook his head. He didn't believe it could be done. Otherwise, after so many tens of thousands of years, there wouldn't still be two corpses.
Moreover, by this era, if Wu Shi hadn't become an immortal, he himself would have already passed away.
Finally, Ye Fan's mind stirred. He spotted a corner of bronze material—a fragment of some artifact that hadn't entered the light barrier, still some distance from the two corpses.
"What is that?" Ye Fan was surprised, sensing a strange fluctuation.
This place was very quiet. Near that bronze fragment was quite dark, as if countless black shadows were passing by, extremely eerie, as if connected to the underworld.
Ye Fan expended tremendous effort to see through it with his heavenly eye, dispersing wisps of black mist, fixing his gaze on that corner of weapon fragment.
In a trance, he seemed to hear the wailing of thousands of vicious ghosts, and in an instant, it felt like he had arrived in another time and space—blood rain pouring, yellow cyclones raging through heaven and earth.
"Ghost!" the Divine Child shouted.
"Little fatty, behave yourself! Don't startle people like that—you'll scare them to death!" Ye Fan knocked on the Immortal Source, warning him.
Ye Fan used the Weapon Art to retrieve that corner fragment. It was extremely difficult, his entire body feeling like it would split. Because ahead lay Imperial corpses—moving near them was truly unbearable.
The Green Copper Cauldron glowed, protecting his body from collapse. The Immortal Sword trembled, its dark red blade dripping with blood, but not for killing—rarely was it used for self-preservation.
What was this thing? Ye Fan brought it close but didn't touch it. It felt grim and bone-piercingly cold. This blackened fragment with some copper patina was very sinister.
"It's like being connected to a ten-thousand-year ice cellar—bone-chillingly cold!" Even the little fatty, separated by the Immortal Source, shivered violently, his body hair standing on end.
Ye Fan also felt it seemed connected to the Nine Netherworlds, eerily frightening, with killing aura penetrating to one's bones.
"This is an Imperial Artifact fragment!" After careful confirmation, he couldn't help but be shocked.
He examined it closely, then thought of the scene after the Western Emperor's final palm strike—heaven and earth created anew, only a broken plaque remaining. The material looked similar!
"Someone didn't give up, came here, opened the Imperial coffin, and self-destructed, shattering the already broken Imperial Artifact even further?" Ye Fan was surprised but uncertain if this was the truth.
Of course, it could also be a corner fragment from a Great Sage's wound, forced out. Since he hadn't witnessed it, he couldn't say for sure.
"Was the Great Accomplishment Saint Body cursed? At that final moment, even the Western Emperor was helpless, unable to cure him. Truly terrifying."
As a Sacred Body himself, Ye Fan naturally cared deeply.
Finally, he left, having gained nothing more. This corner of Imperial Artifact fragment was very strange—its internal dao patterns had been ground away, losing its divine power, leaving only a grim coldness.
Ye Fan tried to activate it but found that aside from its sturdiness, it had no special power. In the end, he threw it back where it was.
Because he felt that carrying this bronze fragment might bring great trouble, perhaps attracting certain special things. Before becoming a Great Accomplishment, it was better to be cautious.
The lesson of the past—Wu Shi's father had already met his end.
When he left Yao Chi's old grounds and emerged above ground, the blazing sun overhead, the eerie ghostly aura and sinister feeling immediately vanished, even making the little fatty let out a long breath.
"Did the curse come from the Underworld, or was it also related to the fundamental rules and order of heaven and earth?" Ye Fan took one last look at Yao Chi's old grounds, then strode away.
Under the clear sky, the divine sun blazed brilliantly. Patches of red earth, each spanning millions of li, rapidly receded beneath Ye Fan's feet. He returned to Divine City, didn't linger, and went to the Central Domain.
At the agreed meeting place, Ye Fan met Yan Yixi and Li Tian. The two marveled at the little fatty, scaring him by saying they wanted to cut him open to see what race he really was.
The fair-skinned little fatty, his body bare, was being appraised and threatened like this. He gritted his teeth, looking ready to fight.
"We have news. This time, we put in considerable effort and finally got results," Li Tian said.
"Really?" Ye Fan was delighted.
"Indeed. Someone from the Ziwei Star Domain has arrived. We managed to find out," Yan Yixi smiled.
"What evil deeds are you planning?" the little fatty in the Immortal Source asked warily, looking like he was afraid of being sold.
"Going there to sell children, kidnap children," Li Tian chuckled.
Ye Fan had always wanted to visit the Ziwei Star Domain to search for Little Nannan. From the information Yin Tiande had left, the little girl might have been lost there.
He hadn't encountered Yin Tiande on the ancient path, so he wanted to thoroughly investigate the Ziwei Star Domain.
Over so many years, Little Nannan's disappearance had always been a knot in his heart. He had tried various methods, searched all over Big Dipper without finding her. With this new lead, he naturally had to investigate thoroughly.
In the past, he had ridden the Nine Dragons Coffin from the Ancient Forbidden Land, experiencing various unexpected events before reaching that star domain. Now, he couldn't replicate that. Entering the Forbidden Zone of Life again would likely mean death.
"Confirmed. It's an old Saint. If we go to consult him with sincerity, we should get what we need."
Ye Fan and the others set out. Nothing unexpected happened. They found this old Saint, and things went smoothly, obtaining the coordinates of the Ziwei Star Domain.
"I hope Little Nannan is there, and I can find her," Ye Fan said. After handling some matters, he could set out.
"Who is she?" the Divine Child asked.
"Someone specially to deal with you," Li Tian chuckled.