Chapter 1677: The Heavenly Prodigies of This Era
For the first time in countless ages, so many people had arrived here. In the past, only a small group would come—the victors of the Imperial Road’s struggles.
This era was vastly different. Many were waiting for an opportunity!
Those immortal medicines flew atop the ancient mountains—the dazzling golden Fusang tree, the fiery red Vermilion Bird plant—all appearing incredibly tempting.
“No, they’re most likely condensed from lightning elements, not real. Remember, the golden Fusang is definitely not here; the Sun Holy Emperor’s immortality pill was buried in the Ziwei Star Domain,” Ye Fan said. He had seen it with his own eyes and had even been fortunate enough to refine one of its branches.
Similarly, the other immortality pills were probably not genuine either. They should be manifestations of terrifying lightning elements. An ancient Great Emperor had once ascended here, and this place had imprinted his mark.
Boom!
Within the ancient mountain, there was an immortal cave. A rain of immortals flew out, transforming into various symbols that imprinted themselves on the void, becoming carriers of the Great Dao.
Wenglong—a deafening sound, a Dao resonance. In that single instant, everyone felt a connection, becoming entranced as they comprehended a certain scripture.
This wasn’t something gained by one or two people; a whole group had obtained something. The depth of their gains depended on their cultivation level and their individual comprehension.
“The Emperor Venerable’s scripture!”
Someone had obtained a passage, feeling as if they had been baptized by the Dao, their entire being undergoing a transformation.
“Is it the Emperor Venerable’s scripture? The one who created the Ancient Heavenly Court, the one who once unified the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the one who suppressed the Nine Secrets and the Heavenly Emperor’s Fist, the one who was the first to open the Immortal Road?”
Many people were shocked. The Emperor Venerable was an enigmatic figure, long gone, yet his scripture had appeared here, causing a stir.
“This is the place where the Emperor Venerable attained the Dao. It’s said that he once sat here in meditation, and later, many ancient emperors also came here to pay their respects.”
“This is a sacred land of the Human Clan. The ancient emperors left their marks here, and the Emperor Venerable’s scripture is the most precious.”
People were excited. Some even wanted to rush into the ancient mountain to seek the complete scripture.
“Don’t be reckless. This is a forbidden zone. Even a Great Saint might not be able to enter safely.”
“But if we don’t take the risk, how can we obtain the imperial fate? At the very least, we should get more scriptures!” someone wanted to take the gamble.
In fact, powerful war divisions had already begun to move, advancing at the front, sending out countless ripples.
Among them, several major clans had long-standing feuds, yet they still fought fiercely here, splashing blossoms of blood, making the place even more chaotic.
With a sea of people, once a great battle erupted, it would be terrifying, potentially becoming the spark that turned the ground into a river of blood.
Many retreated, afraid of being caught in the terrible vortex.
Ye Fan and his group didn’t act. The quasi-emperor ship shrank, dim and lusterless, stopping at the edge. They calmly observed everything here.
“Boom!”
Within the mountain, chaotic energy rolled. Two figures were locked in fierce combat, suddenly emerging from the chaotic immortal soil, shocking everyone.
“What? They broke out from inside? When did they go in? Have they been fighting for years?”
People clearly remembered that over the past few years, several people had entered but never came out. Now, two suddenly appeared, naturally causing a huge uproar.
“It’s Dao Yi and Huo Qizi!” Ye Fan murmured.
Dao Yi was ethereal and transcendent. His figure was slender, aloof and refined, just like before. Every move he made carried a divine charm of detachment from the world, but his attack power was explosively strong!
Huo Qizi’s water-blue hair was scattered like a waterfall dancing. His body was long, sturdy, and powerful. Every strike sent an immortal Qilin charging forth, terrifying the mortal world with its earth-shattering force.
These were two quasi-emperors, extremely powerful, unfathomable supreme beings. After countless tempering, they were like peerless immortal swords drawn from their sheaths, revealing their most dazzling edge.
“So powerful! Those lightning-element dragons, Vermilion Birds, etc., can’t do anything to them. Too terrifying! They can actually come and go freely here!”
Everyone was stunned. The ancient emperor’s sons had all grown to the quasi-emperor realm. These two were natural-born archenemies, fighting and bloodying each other all the way, becoming the most terrifying cultivators of the present.
“Boom!”
Within the chaos, a great mountain shook. A graceful figure appeared—Huo Qilin’er had killed her way out. With one palm strike, she shattered a quasi-emperor weapon, clearly having just dealt with a powerful enemy.
“Too terrifying! That was a quasi-emperor blade, and she broke it with her bare hands.” People marveled.
After Huo Qilin’er appeared, she directly rushed toward her elder brother, intending to join forces with him to fight Dao Yi and kill him.
“Don’t come over! This is the Imperial Road’s struggle. I’ve already untied my heart’s knot and let go of my grudges. I’ll handle this opponent myself!” Huo Qizi shouted.
Huo Qilin’er, with her graceful figure, snow-white skin, and beauty like a flower tree adorned with divine diamonds, radiated brilliant light. Her beauty was stunning. Her blue hair swayed, her lively big eyes swept around, and then she turned and re-entered the ancient mountain.
This sparked heated discussion!
“Have all the ancient emperor’s sons come? Who will reach the summit?”
The Holy Prince, Dao Yi, Huo Qizi, Huang Xudao, Divine Silkworm Daoist… too many had emerged in this era, along with the possible imperial sons of the Human Clan. Heaven itself was destined to be shattered.
It could be said that this would be the most brutal Imperial Road struggle in history. Every single person should be a hero who dominated an era. Gathered from different times, they were concentrated together, producing the most terrifying collision.
In a sense, this would be a war between ancient emperors and great emperors. Their descendants represented their Dao, completing a peak showdown to fulfill their unfinished wishes.
Sure enough, as expected, not a few ancient emperor’s sons had come. Huang Xudao appeared, transforming into a blood-colored divine phoenix, plunging into the chaotic ancient mountain, shaking the place.
With a wenglong sound, a jade-green coffin exploded. A figure entirely shrouded in emerald light rushed into the mountain. As soon as he moved, he shook everything around him.
“It’s someone from the Underworld! A quasi-emperor, possibly the next generation’s Lord of the Underworld!”
At these words, many were shaken. The terror of the Underworld was deeply ingrained in people’s hearts. “At the end of reincarnation, everything comes to an end. The Underworld is the final destination of all beings.” These words had once circulated in the world, instilling fear.
“Chi!”
A sword beam cut through the sky, splitting the chaos, and plunged straight into the ancient mountain. A man with hair as white as snow took one step into the battlefield, holding a black sword, and charged in.
That sword light was supremely sharp, rarely seen in the mortal world, making everyone’s hair stand on end. It was too terrifying. Was he a sword immortal? The fur on many Great Saints fell off in droves.
A chilling killing intent swept through, and many people’s bodies developed blood marks, nearly splitting apart!
And this was just the aura naturally flowing from him as he rushed past, not an attack. The divine might of an immortal sword.
“It’s him, the God!” Ye Fan was surprised. After so many years, he had seen him again.
In the past, when he was heading to the Eternal Star Domain, he had encountered a desolate ancient star midway. There, a giant who opened up the heavens had the sun, moon, stars, and rivers swirling around him like tiny ants. He was like a creator god, but unfortunately, he failed to attain the Dao and died there.
And at that time, there was a terrifying white-haired god who was paying respects there.
“It’s actually him!” Ye Fan naturally remembered.
In fact, when the Immortal Road opened, this white-haired god had also appeared, holding one-third of the Green Copper Cauldron, hurling it fiercely to shatter the Immortal Road, nearly burying the Longevity Heavenly Venerable inside.
Now, this person had reappeared, absolutely a supreme expert. He held a grudge against the Underworld, and charging in now was naturally aimed at the Underworld’s successor.
Several figures flashed together. A few more plunged in, each with a sea of dharma power, able to pluck the sun and moon with a raise of their hand.
“I can feel the aura of the Forbidden Zones of Life. Their descendants have entered!” the Holy Prince said. The immortal iron staff in his hand trembled. It had been broken in that battle long ago and was most sensitive to the aura of certain forbidden zones. Now, it yearned for battle.
Ye Fan silently sensed. He knew that at the very least, the Dark Bodhi from Immortal Mountain had come and entered.
The Holy Prince moved first, directly charging in, entering the chaotic ancient mountain. He wanted to see his father’s divine statue and fulfill his wish.
Soon, this place boiled over.
No one expected that so many heavenly prodigies would enter, inevitably leading to a struggle. The great battle suddenly erupted, more terrifying than they had imagined!
The descendants of the ancient emperors were fighting—a different evolution of the great decisive battle that the ancient supremes had once longed for but never carried out!
“Alas!”
Suddenly, an aged sigh rang out, shocking Ye Fan. It came from within the chaotic mountain, as if a great emperor was looking down upon his descendants, filled with the weariness and sorrow of the ages.