# Chapter 1684: Big Dipper
Twenty years had passed in succession. The Dao Palace was established, stabilizing one corner of the universe. During this period, there were also campaigns and bloody battles, but the Dao Palace was not greatly impacted.
Over the past twenty years, the Divine Organization and the Underworld had gone to war. This conflict showed the world the terror of these two ancient inheritances—they could overturn heaven and earth. If not for their mutual enmity, either side could have ruled the universe.
The Underworld deployed several armies, numbering in the millions, appearing in various places, destroying many divine statues with irresistible force, and erupting into a great war with the Divine Organization.
What was terrifying was that among the high-level experts deployed by the Underworld were many famous figures from ancient times. Some had been recorded in historical texts and were still remembered by people today.
Those were their corpses. After hundreds of thousands of years, their corpses had developed intelligence, revived once more, and become new life forms.
All of this was the work of the Underworld—a terrifying inheritance that held an important position throughout the entire history of cultivators. They paid attention to the outstanding talents of every generation, transporting away their bodies after death. Such a massive undertaking and grand project made people feel chilled to the bone.
In this battle, one of the Divine Organization's divine statues also shocked the mortal world. Someone heard an important ancient corpse commander of the Underworld once exclaim that it was a divine general from the Heavenly Court era.
A stone man who had been sculpted into a statue, generating intelligence through millions of years of worship, truly astonished the world.
In fact, this was not a divine general from the Emperor Venerable era. It was merely an artificial sacred spirit, its body inscribed with various Dao runes. Originally sculpted to commemorate a divine general of the Heavenly Court, through the long evolution of time, it had been worshipped into gaining consciousness, with thought-force transforming into spirit.
Twenty years of warfare. The two behemoths fought until star systems collapsed, both suffering heavy losses. The power and contingency measures they deployed also made people's hair stand on end.
Chaos and disorder everywhere. Rivers of blood flowed.
The Dao Palace was developing. The Immortal Empress's imperial dynasty was also lying low, not erupting into bloody conflict. But everyone knew that a battle between them was inevitable.
In the universe, boundaries had been drawn between the four major powers. No one dared to act rashly. It would be impossible to launch another great war in the short term.
During this period, many Five-Colored Altars and Ancient Emperor Platforms in various places were repaired. Star Gates rose again, and travel between different parts of the universe was no longer so difficult.
The Heavenly Court, although very strong and having swallowed up much of the Divine Court's territory, was still insufficient compared to the four behemoths. Whether in terms of the sect's top expert or overall strength, they could not be mentioned in the same breath.
They had the potential to become a fifth major power, but for now, they were not yet considered one.
The sect had many potential experts and a bright future, but they could not yet truly rule the world. There were many variables, and they were not listed among the behemoths of the same rank.
Of course, no one would dare to underestimate them. Back then, the Lord of the Divine Court was extremely powerful, yet he had fled in panic from the Heavenly Court. This place made even those about to attain the Dao wary.
Big Dipper had once been broken, destroyed beyond recognition, with corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood flowing.
Later, someone fused the shattered fragments of the star into one, moved the sun, moon, and stars to fill the void that had been beaten into nothingness, essentially recreating the starry river and reopening heaven and earth.
Several hundred years had passed. Whether the cracks in the mountains and rivers or the wounds in people's hearts had almost been healed. Mortals had already changed generation after generation...
Although the bloodshed and chaos of those years still circulated in this world, beauty and peace still remained, never extinguishing the hopes in people's hearts.
Eastern Wasteland was very vast. Here were seven Forbidden Zones of Life, the sources of the Dark Calamity.
The mountains of corpses were long gone, turned into yellow earth.
Now, it was still as beautiful as before, with magnificent mountains and rivers, earthly miracles, and legends of immortality pills, attracting people from all over.
And now, with the revival of Star Gates, Five-Colored Altars, Ancient Emperor Platforms, and various other complex teleportation arrays were gradually seeing the light of day again, unearthed from ruins. Some masterpieces from the post-Ancient Era were also being put to use.
This star region was no longer just the domain of Big Dipper's people. Cultivators from all over the universe came and went. People arrived with complex emotions, wanting to see the so-called Burial Emperor Star.
Some came on pilgrimage, prostrating themselves every three steps as they made their way toward the ancient cultivation grounds and Dao fields of the ancient Great Emperors.
Some came because of grudges, because of hatred. They gazed from afar at the several Forbidden Zones of Life, not daring to approach, wandering outside and cursing in their hearts. It was from these places that the Supremes had emerged, killing their ancestors and causing so many to fall.
"This is the Ji Family ruins. What a magnificent range of mountains, what a spectacular landscape," someone praised.
"These mountains were once divine islands, all suspended in the sky. They were shaken down by the aftershocks of the battle of Supremes. Otherwise, they would be many times more magnificent than this."
In front of a historic site in the Southern Domain, many people paid their respects. Many sighed, thinking back to those days when Emperor Void fought selflessly, ultimately staining half of his immortal mirror with blood as he was buried in the void, bringing tears to people's eyes.
Many people traveled south to gaze at the Ancient Forbidden Land. This was perhaps the only Forbidden Zone not hated by people. It was said that the Dark Calamity was pacified by the existence here.
The Nine Sacred Mountains had long been destroyed. The divine medicine had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the ruins beneath the abyss. But no one knew if the Female Emperor was still there. No one dared to enter.
Because the aura that stripped away years still remained, seemingly indicating something.
"I heard that back then, the human Ye Fan rose to prominence here. I wonder if it's true or false," a powerful expert from the Heavenly Horse Clan said.
"Naturally, it's true. He entered and exited several times, plucking the Immortal Saint Fruit, which opened his Sea of Suffering and set him on the path of cultivation," someone sighed.
"Times and fate. If he hadn't received such great fortune here back then, perhaps there wouldn't be the current generation's Quasi-Emperor, the slayer of Ancient Emperor's children."
Many people hated being born in the wrong era. If they had been in that era, perhaps they might have taken his place and become the great fortune-seeker of those days.
Some people were always like this, full of regret and longing for the past, while the real opportunities lay only ahead, yet they could never grasp them.
"Master, you are still well. Your disciple is relieved." Outside the crowd, a figure stood still, silently gazing at the horizon, as if thinking of many things.
"Eh, isn't that Long Yuxuan? He's one of the few top experts of the Big Dipper Demon Clan today," someone discovered him, showing a strange expression.
Long Yuxuan did not speak. He walked into the distance.
"I heard he is a disciple of the Sacred Body Ye Fan. I wonder if it's true?"
"Back then, he was adopted as a righteous son by Old Peng King, who spared no effort, opening the Heavenly Gate of the Roc lineage and imparting secret techniques to him. Unfortunately, Old Peng King failed in his own death-seclusion attempt. Otherwise, the Demon Clan would surely have produced another Great Sage."
People sighed. Long Yuxuan heard this, showed a look of sadness, and walked away without looking back.
"It's time to meet up with my junior brother," he sighed softly.
A Daoist walked among the mortal world, treating every believer with sincerity. His name was Zhang Qingyang. After the Dark Calamity ended, he returned from the outer realm. Like an ascetic monk, he did not use magical power or divine arts, spreading the Dao in the mortal world.
Over the years, his research on faith had reached a level that shook heaven and earth. It must be said that his talent in this area was rare throughout the ages.
In the hundreds of years, except for Long Yuxuan, no one knew that there was such a peerless genius in the mortal world, who had achieved accomplishments that could shake the past and startle the present.
This achievement was not reflected in combat power, but in his analysis and understanding of faith force, surpassing the sages of all generations.
"Junior brother, have you made new discoveries?" Long Yuxuan asked.
"Startling discoveries. We must immediately go tell Master. I have discovered that faith force can allow people to live in the hearts of all living beings. It truly is a direction for longevity." After Zhang Qingyang bid farewell to the mortal world and emerged from his research, he was very excited, inconsistent with his usual sacred missionary temperament.
"Is it feasible?" Long Yuxuan was skeptical.
"It is feasible. Some ancient Supremes studied faith force for a reason. It is truly very useful. What is called the next life is related to this." The more Zhang Qingyang spoke, the more excited he became. Finally, he proposed a shocking guess: "I suspect that Amitabha is still alive to this day, waiting for reincarnation. The Immortal Emperor might also not be dead, and will appear sooner or later. Throughout history, the two of them have walked the farthest on this path!"
Long Yuxuan was shocked. What kind of freak was his junior brother? What exactly had he researched?
"My guess might be true. Amitabha has been sitting in the hearts of Buddhist disciples, never fading away. What is called reincarnation, what is called the next life, has feasibility." Zhang Qingyang clenched his fist vigorously, very excited.
Passing through a place in the Southern Domain, the two brothers both stopped, gazing into the distance. Auspicious clouds surged, and colorful light shone in all directions. This was the Yaoguang Holy Land.
Today's sect leader was a woman named Weiwei. She was not only unmatched in prestige within Yaoguang, but she also vaguely had the momentum of being the number one expert in Big Dipper, unfathomably deep.
"This woman is too special. Quiet and unassuming, I hear she is already a Quasi-Emperor."
"Mm, by the way, the people from Clumsy Peak also returned long ago. Let's bring that uncle-master to see Master." When Long Yuxuan mentioned that uncle-master, he showed a strange expression.
Clumsy Peak had long been destroyed, no longer existing. Now it was merely a newly established peak. Zhang Wenchang was now very peaceful, no longer sad about the past, and had completely embarked on the path of cultivation.
However, his cultivation level was truly exasperating. Several hundred years had passed, and he had finally stepped onto the second level of the Immortal Platform. In this era of great changes in heaven and earth, where cultivation was easier, he was considered a peculiar flower among Ye Fan's camp, which was full of monstrous talents.
"Uncle-master, how much longer until you sever the Dao at Immortal Three and become a king?" Zhang Qingyang asked.
"Probably another five hundred years," Zhang Wenchang replied after thinking seriously.
Zhang Qingyang and Long Yuxuan both stumbled. This uncle-master was hopeless. Yet he was still so serious, cultivating with such solemnity that the two, who were monstrous geniuses in different fields, were truly speechless and could say nothing.
"Let's go take another look at the divine fetus of the Jade Pool. Back when Ye Fan left, he was very worried about it. Decades ago, the Jade Pool returned, so presumably the divine fetus was brought back," Zhang Wenchang said.
"Alright. We were planning to look around anyway," Long Yuxuan nodded.
The Jade Pool had been rebuilt. Now the scenery was still beautiful, with auspicious energy rising. Under the ancient Flat Peach tree, they saw the nine-orifice divine stone. The divine fetus inside had not yet been born.
"You've come at just the right time. I have something here to give to Ye Fan. It can be handed over to the Ji Family." The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi had long become a sect's Sacred Lord. She was peerlessly elegant, the most beautiful woman in the world, one of the most beautiful women of the age.
Her slender figure was graceful and upright. Her fair, jade-like face was filled with seriousness as she solemnly handed over a stone box to Zhang Wenchang and the others.
When they opened the stone box, they saw half a broken copper piece, rusted and mottled, almost rotten.
Looking closely, they realized this was half a bronze mirror, full of holes. It would be more accurate to say the marks were dried bloodstains rather than rust.
"This is..." They were all shocked.
The three of them left the Jade Pool with complex feelings, their minds unsettled. They then headed to their next destination—the Western Desert.
Back then, Mount Sumeru had crashed into the Immortal Path and shattered into pieces. Now, the incomplete mountain stood here. For a long time, this place had been a ghostly land.
In the silence, ghost fires flickered faintly, and occasionally the sound of sutra chanting could be heard.
Several hundred years had passed. Bodhi trees were everywhere. Mount Sumeru no longer lacked vitality. Some halls and temples were glowing, and grand chanting sounds rose from time to time.
"We have no other intention. We just want to know if the Bodhisattva An Miaoyi is still alive. This is the seventeenth time we have come to ask. Please tell us the truth."