Chapter 1711: The Great Battle
A generation of divine generals had once been formidable, once been invincible, once been glorious, but in this era, his life came to an end.
Just as he had lamented in his desolation, this was no longer his era, no longer the ancient times in his heart; all glory had been buried in the past, never to return.
The arrival of a golden age, an era of war, was destined to be brilliant with stars, and this should be far more terrifying than their own time.
And Ye Fan, a royal bloodline killer who had broken free from the ancient imperial princes, was naturally even more terrifying. Encountering him, Kun Tian Divine General could only meet his end with regret.
Such a person was rare throughout history. In his era, if they were at the same cultivation level, only the young Ancient Emperor could have fought Ye Fan; others likely could not.
This was not their ancient times, but it was this young man's great era!
Kun Tian Divine General died. In his final moments, his primordial spirit's purple fire stared fixedly at Ye Fan, trying to see through everything about him, but in the end, it was only a sigh.
This era belonged to this man, to this young powerhouse as radiant as a god who shone across the heavens. Old men like them should pass away, unable to contend.
Everyone was shaken. Ye Fan had blasted Kun Tian Divine General apart, his clothes unstained by blood as the Dao stretched vast and boundless. His demeanor was peerless, standing there with eyes like lightning, swallowing mountains and rivers, dominating the eight wildernesses.
"Kun Tian, ah..."
The Sun Moon Divine General roared, his long hair flying wildly. He looked very young, less than twenty years old, with a striking aura, but his eyes were full of the marks of time. He wished he could charge over immediately.
He was blocked by the big-bearded Quasi-Emperor from the Dao Palace side and could not come over.
Ye Fan stood under the starry sky, unmoved, his expression cold, as if nothing could shake his fundamental heart—not even those who had followed the Immortal Emperor.
His gaze shifted, sweeping across all sides. The battle was exceptionally brutal. The distant heavenly domains were boiling, with countless powerhouses locked in combat. The races were endless, all major clans of the universe, swept up by this great storm.
The dull drumbeat continued, like the Heavenly Emperor roaring, deafening, causing everyone's blood and qi to surge.
On the Phoenix Nest, the Immortal Empress stood proudly, her figure slender, beautiful beyond compare. Her light, ethereal hair danced, and her jade-white face was cold, with an indescribable divine charm—truly peerless!
She was beating the war drum. The Emperor's Drum was made of unknown material, its body a reddish gold. Each beat sent out dazzling light like ripples, which eventually expanded into a forbidden vast sea, shaking the universe.
This drum was very special. It made the Immortal Emperor's troops' battle blood boil, unleashing their full potential, their strength skyrocketing, granting them astonishing combat power that made others deeply wary. At the same time, the drum sound could suppress enemies, greatly affecting the powerhouses on the Heavenly Court, Dao Palace, and Divine Organization side.
However, this situation was not unbreakable. The Old God blew his horn, advancing step by step. Under the protection of a large group of powerhouses, including the White-Haired Sword God and the Woodcutter Old Man, he approached the Phoenix Nest.
This horn was made from some unknown creature's growth, dull and lusterless, wailing with a deep, domineering, and desolate feeling. It painted a picture of a grand ancient world where gods coexisted, races were endless, and a wild, primitive aura rushed forth.
The Emperor Venerable's War Horn could counteract the drum sound and also boost the combat power of their own side.
These were two heaven-defying imperial-level magical treasures. They were secret artifacts, like Emperor Wu Shi's God-Sealing List, priceless and infinitely divine!
"Fight! Kill all these people, uphold the oath, guard the Immortal Emperor's glory, and slaughter them all!"
"Kill! Cut down all the rebels of the Immortal Emperor's lineage! For the Emperor Venerable, for the ancient Heavenly Court, for the glory of the past—a life-and-death decisive battle!"
The shouts of battle shook the heavens here. Sword qi pierced the sky. Every cold light shattered several stars. Brilliant radiance bloomed as countless armies clashed.
Blood flew, heads rolled, lives blazed forth. The fierce battle continued. Who knew how many powerhouses from the universe's various clans had rushed to join the fight? The scene was spectacular and terrifying.
"Master, we're here!" someone shouted from afar. This was a fresh wave of troops. A young powerhouse radiating golden light, exuding blood qi, charged in.
The Phoenix Nest lineage's forces immediately surged like wheat waves, with many falling, never to rise again. Yang Xi appeared, unharmed, having suffered no major injury.
Ye Tong and Little Pine also appeared. It was the two of them who had found Yang Xi and brought him over.
These three were now all Quasi-Emperors. This result left all parties unable to remain calm. One lineage with several Quasi-Emperors—this was practically a miracle!
Ye Fan's three disciples had all reached this realm. How could others still live? Just thinking about it was terrifying. Everyone understood why the Immortal Empress was so eager to make a move against these people.
If they weren't nipped in the bud now, how could they resist in the future?
Ye Fan and his several disciples were all astonishingly talented, each possessing incredible potential and ability. Developing like this, they would become a great enemy to all forces in the universe.
Sure enough, as soon as these three appeared, it was like a mountain flood bursting forth. They swept across, crushing all the strong, with no one able to resist.
"Boom!"
A violent tremor. A figure shrouded in dark, gloomy mist appeared, leaping from the Phoenix Nest and charging toward Ye Fan's three great disciples. As his aura erupted, the surrounding universe cracked and crumbled.
"You Mo God!"
Someone exclaimed. It was actually the third-ranked among the Eight Divine Generals—the You Mo God!
It was said that among the Eight Divine Generals who had once followed the Immortal Emperor, four had been confirmed to have passed away in the river of history, not surviving. Additionally, the First Divine General's life or death was unknown, his whereabouts unclear.
You Mo God was the strongest among the three divine generals currently appearing!
"Want to kill the younger generation? First, get past me!" The yellow-toothed old man appeared. This time, he was not lecherous. His aura was like a rainbow, dominating the world, blocking You Mo God's path.
It had to be said, You Mo God was too powerful. The black mist spread, covering the sky and blotting out the sun, flooding this universe. No one could come forward to help.
Everyone retreated. This star field trembled violently, constantly shattering.
The yellow-toothed old man was in a very bad situation. As soon as they clashed, he almost bled. It wasn't that he was weak, but his opponent was simply too strong. He quickly gathered his mind for a desperate fight.
You Mo God's appearance shocked many people and also steadied the minds of quite a few.
"The remnants of the Heavenly Court can't amount to anything!" the Immortal Empress said coldly as she beat the war drum. Her arrogance made the Old God hold a breath in his chest, which turned into an even more terrifying horn sound.
Back then, if the Immortal Emperor hadn't used the Immortal Bell to strike the Emperor Venerable, why would things have come to this? Perhaps the Heavenly Court would have entered the Immortal Domain, creating a legend of immortality.
But now? The Heavenly Court had collapsed, with no legend. Yet the Immortal Emperor had left behind an eternal reputation, regarded as a being surpassing gods. How could the descendants of the Heavenly Court let it go?
The ripples from the horn violently collided with the blazing golden light of the Emperor's Drum, affecting the battle situation. The powerhouses here fought desperately, charging forward.
At that moment, the Woodcutter Old Man drew the broken woodcutter's knife from his back. A terrifying aura erupted. A vast, white blade light shot up from the ancient knife body, shocking the universe.
He stepped forward, intending to strike at the Immortal Empress, winning more initiative for the Old God and letting the Emperor Venerable's horn resound across the starry sky.
At this moment, everyone held their breath. The peak experts were about to duel. Those about to become Dao represented the current strongest combat power. Who could fight them?
"Boom!"
Suddenly, corpse qi surged to the heavens. A massive creature walked out of the darkness, arriving beside the Phoenix Nest. A cyan-colored great claw reached out, colliding with the blade light, clanging loudly!
The Underworld forces had arrived, directly dispatching a giant!
"The master of the Yama Hall?" The Woodcutter Old Man showed a grave expression. This entire region of the sky became eerie and dark, with yin mist spreading, making everyone's body cold.
The Underworld's people had arrived, enough to change the battle situation. This creature's strength was too terrifying, making all the heroes of the world wary.
"Hmm. Acting as the master of the Yama Hall, far from the title of 'master'." The Yama Hall giant corrected him. He was not yet a Supreme Being, so he couldn't be called that.
Even more terrifying, in the distance, yin mist churned, yin thunder exploded, and a terrifying shadow appeared. Endless Underworld armies had arrived.
Among the leaders, several were extremely powerful. There were battle slaves that were Quasi-Emperor corpses that had gained sentience, as well as conscious individuals. As soon as they appeared, they inflicted heavy casualties on Ye Fan's side.
"Pfft"
The big-bearded Quasi-Emperor, who was dueling the Sun Moon Divine General, was struck by a terrifying yin spirit. Two strong enemies ganged up on him, severely wounding him, nearly killing him as he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Underworld army was very swift. As soon as they appeared, they exerted tremendous pressure, with terrifyingly shocking killing power!
On the other side, the yellow-toothed old man was also roaring. He and You Mo God had already splattered blood across the starry sky, and at this moment, another powerful battle slave charged over.
The Underworld army's charge nearly caused their side to collapse. These people were too strong. The Underworld had dispatched its most elite powerhouses, some of which were Quasi-Emperor corpses they had nurtured for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.
"Pfft"
Blood spurted high. A group of heavenly soldiers and generals met their doom. The Underworld launched a great slaughter right from the start, swift and fierce, leaving people unable to react, making all the powerhouses on all sides tremble.
Led by sentient Quasi-Emperor corpses, more than one charged at the front, forming a sharp knife that stabbed in. Who could stop them?
The big-bearded man, the yellow-toothed old man, Yang Xi, and others were all nearly wounded. It was too fierce. Ye Fan's hair flew in anger. He acted immediately, charging forward to kill.
"Boom!"
In the distance, a blurry figure appeared. A palm pressed down. The surging yin soldiers instantly dimmed, four-tenths of them dying. That star field exploded.
Gu Xin Ao appeared. Heeding Little Pine's summons, he struck with great force, blocking this army and killing a group of powerhouses.
"As expected of the only one who could block Wan Qing's imperial path!" the Yama Hall giant, who was confronting the Woodcutter Old Man, said, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. Losing so many powerful yin spirits pained him immensely.
"Boom!"
Another palm strike. This was Ye Fan's peerless attack. He shattered three of the foremost Quasi-Emperor ancient corpses in one blow. Corpse flesh flew everywhere, black blood splattered, shocking the heart.
"The Salvation Scripture!"
Ye Fan roared, commanding another group of Heavenly Court troops who had been prepared. They sat cross-legged in the void and began chanting scriptures, their voices resounding across the starry sky.
Gu Xin Ao immediately withdrew from this battlefield to protect Little Pine and the others.
As the grand chanting began, the universe trembled. Runes filled the sky. The yin soldier army roared, suffering the most terrifying impact.
The Yama Hall master's face changed. He said darkly, "It seems we really can't let you live." He stared at Ye Fan, his cyan pupils shooting out fierce, murderous light.
Ye Fan sneered, beckoning to him with a finger, and said, "Not convinced? Come over, and I'll cut you down!" (To be continued)