Chapter 1559: The Wind Never Ceases
Everyone was stunned, their pores feeling icy cold as if frigid air was pouring in, instantly chilling them from head to toe.
What kind of scene was this? On the earth, blood flowed and shields drifted; millions of corpses lay scattered. The fighting had shattered mountains and rivers, causing suns and moons to fall one after another, while the Great Emperor's array patterns were ground away.
And in the center, only a single hazy figure remained, visible to no one, radiating blazing light as if ascending to immortality!
It seemed that ancient Sacred Emperors had participated in the battle, but in the end, they all fell into pools of blood, leaving only one person ascending to immortality on that ancient battlefield, shaking the mortal world.
What was happening? Who was that?
Not to mention the crowd, even Anpu and Shenming's eyes went wide, revealing incredulous light. This was too subversive, causing even them to tremble.
Countless corpses lay scattered. Even if those who fell were not Ancient Emperors, they were the most powerful Quasi-Emperors, one step away from reaching the level of supreme venerables. Yet they all collapsed in blood.
This further highlighted the strength of that person—uniquely honored, looking down on all eternity, accompanied by the light of immortality.
Everyone's gaze toward Little Nannan changed completely. There was terror, awe, and hope. It was too extraordinary—a little girl, yet why would such a scene manifest behind her?
In the center of the field, Shenyou held his head and screamed. Earlier, his body had erupted with killing intent that suppressed the nine heavens, making even a sect patriarch's heart grow cold and tremble. That was his true origin aura.
But when that immense pressure surged forward, Little Nannan's body emitted a peaceful light, manifesting this vision, exceeding everyone's expectations.
Shenyou seemed extremely pained, especially when facing Little Nannan's immortal ascension light. He trembled. His supreme origin was enough to dominate the world, but now, in comparison, it appeared pathetically weak.
His whole body shook. He stepped back step by step, then suddenly held his head and roared, shattering the heavens themselves. The clouds within hundreds of miles dispersed.
This scene made people even more unsettled. This child was indeed an Imperial Son, worthy of being Shenming's elder brother. Even in distress, he was still so terrifyingly peerless.
Finally, Shenyou went mad, retreating while crying loudly. That was fear from the deepest part of his heart, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in all eternity.
"I concede!" Shenming shouted loudly.
This was his elder brother. He couldn't treat him like his own child; no tempering was needed. He felt both respect and regret, quickly pulling him back.
However, at this moment, before Shenming even touched Little Nannan's peaceful light, just approaching slightly made him feel as if he were being crushed by an ancient mountain, almost unable to breathe.
Shenming was shocked, hardly believing this. Who was this little girl? How could she be like this? Such force should not appear on her!
Without a word, he quickly retreated with his elder brother. Only after distancing themselves from the auspicious light did he breathe a sigh of relief. He had almost been unable to bear it.
Too shocking!
Shenming had never been as unsettled as he was today. First, a divine child who defied heaven, and now a little girl whose performance left people unable to think.
Everyone felt their hair stand on end, all shocked. Only Little Nannan in the center remained ignorant, not seeing the terrifying scenes behind her, looking at the roaring Shenyou with confusion.
The little girl was innocent. Facing everyone's scrutiny and the fear of the heroes, she knew nothing. Her big eyes, like black gems, sought help from Ye Fan.
"It's nothing." Ye Fan, though shocked inside, wore a smile to reassure the little girl, so she wouldn't be at a loss.
The light behind Little Nannan faded, and all the scenes disappeared, no longer appearing.
"The stronger someone is, the less they can harm her..." Black Emperor stared at the fading scene, muttering to himself, very confident in his deduction.
Only then did Ye Fan walk over, take the little girl's hand, and lead her out of the center, calming her down.
"Don't come near! I'm convinced!" the divine child cried out loudly, almost in tears.
He was unconvinced by anyone, arguing with Ye Fan and even challenging Black Emperor when "disciplined." Only Little Nannan made him afraid.
The crowd grew even more alarmed. How could these children be more heaven-defying than the last? Born as saints, they had beaten down the descendants of forbidden zone supremes, and now one was almost scared to tears by a little girl. Was there no justice?
The most outrageous part was that the little girl herself was clueless, leaving others trembling while also completely speechless, with no temper to speak of.
"Accept your loss. Even your brother was scared to tears," Black Emperor said.
Though unpleasant, it was a fact. Shenyou had cried loudly and still hadn't recovered, his mind somewhat disordered. For an Imperial Son who once dominated the world and ruled the eight wastelands to end up like this was truly shocking, unprecedented in history.
Anpu sighed deeply. "In this world, there are always beings and forces we cannot understand. Whether in ancient times or the past, it has always been this way, inspiring awe!"
His words made people ponder. Had similar incomprehensible divine events occurred in ancient times?
"Such an existence—is it reminding the supremes of the nine heavens and ten lands that they still have enemies?" Shenming muttered to himself. Today, he was completely convinced.
Not because of the divine child, but entirely because of Little Nannan's performance.
No one had expected that a little girl could possess such latent power. Even the White-Robed Divine King, Holy Prince, Ji Zi, and others showed contemplative expressions.
Smack!
A crisp sound interrupted people's thoughts. Shenming slapped himself, very directly, without anger or turning hostile. This sound stunned many.
"I take back my earlier words. I apologize to Divine King Jiang here, and I apologize to you. Congratulations on your joyous occasion!" He spoke bluntly, without hesitation. "Within ten years, I will give you a wide berth. Wherever you are, I will automatically make way."
The crowd buzzed with noise. They hadn't expected him to truly fulfill his promise. Such a proud person lowering himself to this extent was astonishing.
Then, Shenming turned and left with the three children, without a moment's pause, showing no dejection. He remained upright and imposing, his domineering nature unchanged. Wherever his gaze passed, people stepped aside.
As he left, someone in the shadows sneered, "What is a forbidden zone of life but a joke? They couldn't even step through the Ji Family's gate, stopped outside and slapped. If they were strong enough, they should have charged in, killing until rivers of blood flowed and millions of corpses lay scattered. Only then would they be worthy of being an Imperial Son!"
This voice was so abrupt that it shocked everyone. Who dared to speak like this? Were they tired of living?
However, as people searched, no one could find the source. They couldn't pinpoint the direction. This person had used a secret technique and a treasure to do so.
His intentions were malicious, clearly not an upright person. He maliciously provoked Shenming, only to deepen his shame and ensure future revenge against Ye Fan and the Ji Family.
"Get out here!" Big Black Dog shouted.
At the same time, Ye Fan, Holy Prince, Ji Zi, Dongfang Ye, and others searched, trying to expose the person in the shadows.
Shenming's gaze was icy cold as he scanned everyone.
"What, am I wrong? As a descendant of an ancient supreme, if you don't dare to kill until millions of corpses lie scattered, how can you claim supremacy..."
A crisp sound rang out. The White-Robed Divine King flicked his finger. Though he had no zither in hand, the sublimated notes of the Divine Prelude extended, stirring the universe, tracing back to the source, and spreading straight into a group of people.
Boom!
A magical artifact there exploded. A Great Saint artifact used for protection turned to ashes, while another secret treasure used to conceal divine thoughts and whereabouts also exploded directly, shattering into pieces. The person was exposed.
"A jumping clown!" Shenming sneered, directly reaching out with a massive black hand, descending like a dark cloud. He grabbed the person and crushed them until bones broke and tendons snapped, turning them into a mist of blood on the spot.
Without even asking who they were, he killed this early-stage Great Saint, a terrifying sect patriarch-level figure, very directly.
"If you have the strength, step forward like I did. If you don't, and still try to stir trouble in the shadows, you're just asking for death!" Shenming said coldly. Then he turned and left, disappearing from sight.
A sect patriarch-level figure from the outer domain had fallen. The Imperial Son from the forbidden zone didn't even consider it worth mentioning, too disdainful to even ask!
"Congratulations, Brother Ye. May you grow old together." Anpu spoke, his handsome face pale with a hint of sickness, but no one dared underestimate him. Earlier, he had erupted with an aura that made suns, moons, and stars tremble together.
Anpu smiled gently. After offering congratulations, he said seriously, "We part ways here. From today onward, if we meet again, we will be enemies, fighting to the death!"
Everyone was stunned. A moment ago, he was offering congratulations, and the next, he was so serious, completely opposite, making people's hearts tremble.
This was definitely a powerful figure, a supreme prodigy of his generation!
Ye Fan cupped his hands. He had a good impression of Anpu. If not for him stepping forward earlier, today would have forced a life-or-death battle with Shenming, a bloody fight. On such a joyous day, that would have been a great dampener.
Anpu didn't linger. He turned and left.
The engagement ceremony continued. Everyone welcomed the White-Robed Divine King into the Ji Family. Many guests arrived, all crossing that magnificent gate.
"Holy Son of Yaoguang, Weiwei, arrives!"
"Wind Clan Holy Lord, Wind Phoenix, arrives!"
"Imperial Lord of Great Xia, arrives!"
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With each announcement, one sect master after another arrived to attend the engagement ceremony, the momentum vast and astonishing.
Later, countless saints from the outer domain also entered the Ji Family.
The Void lineage had no fear. Here, there were Great Emperor patterns. No matter how many came, there was no need to worry. If anyone dared to cause trouble, they could all be suppressed. That was the confidence of a family that had produced a Great Emperor.
Yet, against this backdrop, someone entered the Ji Family still quite self-assured, lacking respect, let alone fear. A Great Saint stepped forward, merely delivering a letter, his voice cold.
"Ye Fan, come out. Open this letter personally!"
The letter emitted a sparkling treasure radiance, and a wisp of Imperial Might flowed out, shocking everyone!
Who was this? A letter with such terrifying aura, with wisps of Imperial Might emanating. Though it was peaceful and without killing intent, it still shook the soul!
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