# Chapter 1678: A Blood-Stained Feast
Within the mountain was a battle for supremacy, stars shining brilliantly, each one a hero illuminating an era, yet they had all gathered together, appearing in the same generation.
Thunder and lightning flashed; at one moment sword light pierced the dawn, at another a divine tower suppressed everything, the place boiling over.
The various imperial princes engaged in great battle—who could contend with them? Anyone not of this level entering would be seeking death; at the very least, one needed to be a Quasi-Emperor to stand a chance, otherwise how could they be opponents?
A streak of golden light flashed past. The Monkey fiercely clashed with someone in the mountain, erupting in a blinding radiance. A violent (kuángbào) surge of power shook the area, soaring into the sky.
With a "hum," the heavens trembled, a patch of stars exploded into fragments—an astonishing scene!
No one could clearly see who that person was, able to fight the Monkey to a standstill before vanishing in a flash. The mountain was terrifying, danger could strike at any moment.
With a "whoosh," a Golden Crow streaked through the chaos, trailing a line of flames, burning everything to ashes. Some people's magical artifacts were destroyed.
"That's a divine artifact taking the form of a Golden Crow, not an expert of that race!"
Chaos erupted within. Fire Qilin Child was locked in a fierce duel with an old Quasi-Emperor, evenly matched, occasionally appearing but never lingering long in people's sight.
Outside, many despaired. They were far too weak, not even on the same level; there was no way for them to enter and trade blows with those people.
This was a new epoch. They were peerless heavenly prodigies, or rather, the strongest from different eras, about to engage in a collision that would shock past and present.
Ye Tong represented the Sun Saint Emperor; Huo Qizi and Fire Qilin Child represented the Qilin Emperor; the Monkey represented the Battle Saint Emperor; Dao Yi represented the Dao Yan Great Emperor; the God represented the descendant of the Heavenly Court; the Coffin Dweller represented the Underworld...
There were quite a few people here. Huang Xudao, Yin Tiande, Divine Silkworm Daoist, Divine Venerable, Central Emperor, and others had also arrived, fighting ceaselessly within.
Everyone was horrified. Any one of these people, in another era, would have been enough to dominate the pinnacle of the world. But now, they were merely one among many contenders on the Imperial Path.
A thunderous crash—black light flickered. Dark Pu split a Chaos Mountain with a vertical strike, dueling a mysterious figure before quickly disappearing.
There, battle was unavoidable. Once inside, seeking the Imperial Venerable's Immortal Scripture or the great secrets of attaining the Dao, one would inevitably encounter others.
Outside, many felt disheartened. This battlefield had nothing to do with them; entering would only mean death. Even the war divisions had halted, every one of them disheartened.
This was a duel belonging to the descendants of emperors and great emperors!
"We can only be spectators," someone sighed.
"There should still be people entering. This isn't just their feast," another replied, their tone very certain.
People instantly thought of some names, their hearts shaken.
"In ancient times, there was a person who single-handedly killed all competitors who reached the path before the one true road. His name was Emperor. Will he come again?"
In the primordial era, he had made a shocking, immortal-like appearance. Standing alone before the first Imperial Pass, he blocked everyone, killing them all. Yet he himself did not advance. He sighed softly and turned his back on the one true Imperial Path and left. That event caused no one to enter the pass that generation, shocking the mortal world.
People began listing the overlords of this era. This age was not lacking in experts, nor was it short of genius kings. Ye Fan had risen with overwhelming force; Tai Chu and Zhang Bairen were mysterious and unfathomable; and there were unknown Quasi-Emperors of astonishing caliber, watching with eager eyes.
"A golden age. A hundred boats contending, ten thousand Daos coexisting. They must shatter heaven and earth, fighting and killing in a blood-stained universe."
"The Chaos Body has yet to appear!"
Rumors had always circulated, and people were waiting in anticipation. Perhaps his figure would flash forth in the ultimate showdown, maybe even today. When that happened, he would surely bloom with the most dazzling brilliance.
Additionally, there was the stone egg beneath the Immortal Heavenly Blade. More than one powerful cultivator had seen it in the universe, but it seemed to drift through the River of Time, impossible to trace. Yet it would eventually emerge and engage in decisive battle.
With a "dong," a thunderous sound rang out, as if a world had been pierced through.
Ten thousand zhang of golden light shot into the sky. The Monkey killed his way onto a great mountain, standing before a divine statue, tears in his eyes. This statue was too lifelike, so vivid it seemed as if the true Battle Saint Emperor had been resurrected.
Suddenly, a massive black hand struck from behind him—unyielding and powerful, the size of a millstone, covering the Monkey from above.
Everyone's heart trembled. That hand was too terrifying. It crushed chaos, and a patch of runes flickered there, vaguely formed by small dragons and Vermilion Birds, representing an extreme Dao power.
In a daze, one star after another shone, and galaxy after galaxy swirled between its fingers. This world-covering divine ability was astonishing beyond measure!
Who was this? Everyone was shocked. It was like they were opening up heaven and earth—unparalleled!
A hand seemingly the size of a millstone, yet it contained the universe, refining cosmic stars within it. What kind of divine ability could achieve this? Who exactly was he?
Everyone was horrified. What was this person's identity? And those on the Black Pearl were sweating for the Monkey, deeply worried.
"Ya!"
The Monkey let out a great cry. His divine senses were sharp; he naturally sensed the killing intent first, even more keenly than others. Half a section of Immortal Iron Staff appeared in his hand instantly, sweeping backward.
A light tremor, then a patch of mist collapsed. Looking closely, it was the essence of chaos, containing many fragments of stars. The Monkey had pierced through a universe with his staff.
The Immortal Iron Staff shimmered with auspicious radiance, murderous aura soaring. The Monkey held it, his fiery golden eyes blazing, as he and that person each retreated.
It was a blurry figure, his entire body hidden within chaotic mist. He could actually fight against a damaged Imperial Weapon with his bare body—just how strong was he?
It wasn't a physical clash; that had been a great divine ability—a palm containing the universe, refining all things and stars. Such means shook the mortal world.
"Someone from the Phoenix Nest?!" the Monkey demanded.
"Yes!" The newcomer's eyes were like blades, their beams astonishing, yet his entire figure was blurry and dim, forming a stark contrast.
"One of the Eight Divine Generals who followed the ancient Immortal Emperor—Kun Tian Divine General!" The Monkey's gaze was piercing. As a being from the primordial era, he had naturally heard many legends and deduced this person's identity.
Not a descendant of the Eight Tribes, but a true invincible Divine General. There had once been eight who fought undefeated across the universe, suppressing the strongest beings of all heavens and realms.
This person was one of them—still alive!
This news was too shocking.
As soon as the Monkey spoke, everyone behind him was dumbfounded. Though they couldn't see clearly, they could feel that raging wave (kuángtāo) of power, too terrifying.
Ye Fan moved. Holding the Chaos Azure Lotus, he left the Black Pearl Quasi-Emperor ship and vanished into that sea of chaos. He was going to fight. People from the Phoenix Nest had come, targeting him and the Monkey, seeking revenge for the Celestial Prince.
The Eight Divine Generals were truly once invincible figures, commanding the universe's eight directions, ruling an era. In the past, they had campaigned across the ten directions, long having no opponents.
Some of these people had even been on the verge of stepping onto their own Imperial Dao—boundlessly terrifying. According to legend, some had sat in meditation and passed away, while others had vanished in their later years, their whereabouts unknown.
If not for the Immortal Iron Staff in the Monkey's hand, he would have been in grave danger just now. After all, that was a veteran invincible Quasi-Emperor who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation.
However, the moment Ye Fan entered the sea of chaos, he was ambushed. A cold, sharp killing light shot toward him—an arrow fired by a Quasi-Emperor!
Golden light blazed brilliantly. The arrow spanned the heavens, capable of shooting down divine generals and slaying deities, dazzling and radiant.
"Woo woo..." An eerie howl was astonishing. It was just a single arrow, yet around it, countless gods and demons appeared, each one bleeding, the scene terrifying.
And among the crowd, there was even Ye Fan himself—but very old, already in his twilight years, nailed to a wooden stake, his great-achievement sacred blood dyeing the ground red.
This was... The scene made Ye Fan's pupils contract sharply. He felt extremely uncomfortable. The cauldron above his head hummed softly, flying up to suppress that arrow.
"See? That is you. Even if you escape this calamity, you will still fall in the future!" A cold voice sounded from the shadows.
When the Primordial Qi Cauldron went to collect that golden arrow, it grasped at nothing. The originally fierce and violent arrow turned into golden fragments, dissipating there.
"Reincarnation Arrow, reflecting the cycle of reincarnation and rebirth. That is your doomsday scene. I didn't expect you could live that long." The voice in the shadows spoke faintly.
Ye Fan's mind wavered. A demonic sound invaded his heart, attempting to devour his origin power and sever his sea of consciousness—too eerie.
"Scram!"
He roared. Light blazed within his brow. A golden miniature figure stepped out in an instant, throwing a punch. In the void, a puff of white smoke appeared along with a pained grunt.
"People from the Reincarnation Sea have some skill, but you think illusions and mind-confusing tricks can take me? You're far off. I've fought with your elders before!" Ye Fan said.
He knew the newcomer's identity—someone from the Reincarnation Lord's lineage, from a Forbidden Zone of Life, with an extremely powerful bloodline!
But he had already killed four or five such people. He felt no fear at all now. The Primordial Qi Cauldron above his head hummed again, instantly streaking across the sky.
"Clang!"
A golden divine arrow shot forth, striking the cauldron's wall with a fierce impact, erupting in a terrifying light. It swept down a patch of stars, which exploded in the void.
Everyone was horrified. This starry sky was special, like decorations embedded in the chaos by ancient great emperors—all condensed from real stars, even more sturdy (jiāngù) and indestructible.
Yet now, stars fell one after another, turning to dust, stunning the world.
Fierce battle erupted. Ye Fan's steps were firm as he pushed forward. Before him, an Azure Dragon coiled, a Fire Phoenix danced, a Kunpeng shattered myriad worlds—a scene of boundless grandeur.
His power and terror were revealed to the world. He pushed forward invincibly. Even the golden arrows could not harm him; the Primordial Qi Cauldron collected four of them.
Finally, a cyan figure had nowhere to run. He wielded a longbow and struck at Ye Fan. With a resounding clang, Ye Fan grabbed hold, seizing the Reincarnation Bow.
But in that instant, a dangerous sensation washed over him. From within the bow surged a violent wave (bōdòng), nearly devouring Ye Fan's mind!
"Hmm, quite strong. Anyone else would have died by now," Ye Fan murmured. He had fought ancient Supremes before. If not for his sensitivity to that kind of fluctuation (bōdòng), this strike might have swallowed his divine consciousness.
Within the bow was a phantom spirit of the Reincarnation Lord himself. Though incomparably weak compared to the ancient Supreme, for a Quasi-Emperor, the phantom of a supreme Forbidden Zone Lord was still extremely powerful!
Ye Fan's hands trembled repeatedly, wielding a power that could turn decay into miracle. This was his greatest gain from the battle against the ancient Supremes—his combat techniques and physical arts had reached an extreme, unmatched by anyone of this generation.
He shook off the longbow. The Forbidden Zone's young master, who had deliberately lost his bow, widened his eyes in disbelief. But he didn't linger; he tore open the void and fled.
Ye Fan's other hand swept lightly. The Chaos Azure Lotus in his hand brushed against the longbow. That wisp of phantom spirit instantly disintegrated, dissipating into the river of time.
And the Azure Lotus blazed with light, shaking the entire sea of chaos, causing the place to boil. Clearly, that wisp of phantom spirit was a great tonic for the Azure Lotus!
With a clang, the pitch-black longbow returned to his hand. Ye Fan took a golden arrow from the Primordial Qi Cauldron, nocked it on the bowstring, and drew it back.
"Boom!"
An arrow that shocked the immortals—golden light flooded the area, scattering part of the chaos sea before him.
This was a set of extremely powerful Quasi-Emperor artifacts!
"Pfft"
Blood rain scattered. The expert from the Reincarnation Sea let out a miserable cry as the golden arrow pierced through him. Then he exploded in the sky, blood dyeing the place red.
Everyone trembled. This battle was terrifying. Truly, this was a blood-stained Imperial Path. Horrifying casualties were beginning to appear. Ye Fan lived up to his reputation as the Ancient Imperial Prince Killer. (To be continued...)