# Chapter 1714: Drops of Blood Blossoms
Those two had left for a long time, yet this battlefield remained utterly silent. The appearance of those two peerless figures had drained all luster from heaven and earth, truly heroic and unrestrained!
I live, I laugh, I am free and easy; I rage, I frown, I am supreme. Coming into this world, one cannot choose for oneself, but when dying, it is determined by me, not by heaven—to fall in the ultimate brilliance.
They were heading to the Forbidden Zone of Life, laughing loudly, unconcerned about the road ahead, their faces so radiant, so bold and carefree, going to slay a Supreme Being.
Everyone was stunned, unable to speak!
How could there be people like this? Charging into the Forbidden Zone of Life, more leisurely than strolling in a courtyard, laughing and singing wildly, carrying a bow and wielding an iron halberd, marching off to war like this.
No grand spectacle, no earth-shattering momentum—just this simple. At the end of fate, amidst brilliant flames, a radiance bloomed that illuminated the entire ancient history of cultivation.
"Boom!"
From somewhere unknown, a fierce wave of energy came, like crashing waves against the shore, like stones piercing the sky, startling the entire universe.
Fragments of time and space flew over.
In a daze, people saw that lame horse transforming into a dragon, all its injuries fading away, its body pure white, not a single stray hair remaining, becoming an unparalleled heavenly steed. On the horse, a silver-robed youth held a gleaming war halberd, pointing at the nine heavens, his spirit soaring, his dominance unmatched.
On the Phoenix Nest, the Undying Heavenly Empress stood there, her body swaying, her face covered in tears that silently fell.
That blurry scene, though only appearing for an instant, she saw it clearly—that was the First Divine General of that era, peerless in elegance, unmatched in the world, one man wielding a war halberd, piercing through the nine heavens!
But she knew that after today, she would never see that person again. That white horse, silver-robed youth, that heaven-defying prodigy, had stepped onto his ultimate peak. Yet he would never return, vanishing from the mortal world forever.
"Ha ha..." In a daze, people again heard that youth's hearty laughter, and then he entered the Netherworld, about to slay an ancient Supreme Being.
His stone staff spanned the heavens, his dominance covering the world, a flash of light illuminating eternity!
...
No one knew how long passed before the people here remained in silence.
"Ah..."
A miserable scream was especially piercing. Behind Ye Fan, the void shattered. A half-emerged spirit battle corpse was kicked to pieces by him without even turning his head—a scorpion tail strike—sending its Dao laws and weapon fragments flying in all directions.
This was a Quasi-Emperor battle corpse that had ambushed him, now eliminated by him.
"If you want to kill me, come openly. These tricks are useless. Even if you all come together, it won't be enough to kill!" Ye Fan smiled coldly. He broke the silence, walking forward step by step. Not very fast, but possessing a powerful pressure that made the heavens tremble.
Boom, boom...
In the end, with every step Ye Fan took, a vast expanse of the starry sky collapsed. The army of ghost soldiers ahead suffered unimaginable devastation, even with Quasi-Emperor corpses leading them!
Ye Fan held nothing back. His blood was boiling, the beam of light from his skull shooting up a hundred thousand miles. From head to toe, he was glowing, like a heavenly god walking from ancient times, radiating an unimaginably terrifying aura.
This was an invincible momentum. The power fluctuation of one man suppressed the entire heavens. For the ghost soldiers, this blazing power was fatal—they all caught fire.
"Rebirth!" the Lord of the Netherworld Hall roared.
A mass of gray yin energy flew over. The Six Paths Reincarnation Gate shone together, flying toward Ye Fan, trying to swallow him, sending him into the Netherworld to perish.
The Lord of the Netherworld Hall was somewhat anxious. That youth from the ancient Heavenly Court was too terrifying. He wanted to go back and send a message, lest the sleeping Netherworld Emperor really encounter an accident.
But how could he have his wish?
Before Ye Fan even moved, a single Azure Lotus had already flown over, shattering the eternal void, crushing even the Six Paths Reincarnation Gate, causing the gray mist to scatter.
The Woodcutter Old Man made his move. Wielding the Green Emperor's weapon, he naturally would not sit idly by while the Lord of the Netherworld Hall bloodily cleansed this place. Containing and killing him was the task to complete.
"Kill! The era of the ancient Heavenly Court has long passed. Protect our god, fight for him, annihilate them all!"
"For the glory of the past, restore the dignity of our ancient Heavenly Court, wash away all shame, kill the remnants of the Undying Heavenly Emperor!"
...
The sound of killing shook the heavens here. The great battle spread far and wide. Every stretch of the starry sky boiled over. Experts were as numerous as a forest, charging and killing in all directions. Laws fell like rain, continuously descending.
Even a Great Sage would soon be overwhelmed in such a battle. The myth of the strong was easily shattered in this grand war, because heroes stood side by side, and there were no weaklings—they came from all the strongest races.
Only Quasi-Emperors could stand independently in this world. Ye Tong's entire body radiated the divine light of the Sun God, battling the guard commander who rushed out from the Phoenix Nest—a female Quasi-Emperor with terrifying cultivation.
Xiao Song and Gu Xin'ao also joined hands, slaughtering the various strongmen of the Underworld. Those ancient corpses all had astonishing origins. From time to time, someone would cry out in shock, recognizing them as the peerless clan lords of a certain generation.
Yang Xi, Shan Huang, and others also charged through the sea of people, killing in all directions, bloodily fighting the heroes of the ancient clans.
The universe was truly too vast. This time, the Heavenly Emperor's General-Summoning Drum and the Emperor Venerable's War Horn had spread too far, disturbing who knows how many races, among them Quasi-Emperors crossing the void to arrive.
How many years had it been? Never had there been such a large-scale battle. This was definitely the most tragic since the Dark Calamity!
Human lives were cheaper than grass. Groups of experts fell, blood dyeing heaven and earth red. This was an apocalyptic scene—everyone had gone mad.
The Undying Heavenly Empress wiped away her tears, her face turning ice-cold. She continuously beat the drum. The dull drumbeats were like ancient beasts from the Immortal Realm roaring, shaking people to their very souls.
This drum sound affected people's minds, driving them insane. The descendants of the Eight Divine Generals and all other followers became frenzied, nearly mad, charging forward fearlessly. The hot blood of many was burning.
"Heavenly Empress, will you not retreat yet? Even though I promised not to kill you, there are others. If you continue to be so stubborn, it will be too late to regret!" the Old God shouted.
"Ha ha... In this life, everything is empty. If I cannot ascend to the peak, then let the entire world be buried with me!"
The Undying Heavenly Empress had gone mad. There were tears on her face, and also ferocity. Her beautiful, moving face was filled with complexity. That white-horse youth could never return alive. There was endless pain in her heart. If so, it was better to shatter the universe.
"With the Heavenly Empress's strength, I'm afraid you can't do that," the Old God said unceremoniously.
"Can't do it? I'll make all of you understand. This world will tremble and shatter!" the Undying Heavenly Empress shouted.
Boom!
The answer came in the roar of the horn. The Old God ascended the Phoenix Nest, engaging in fierce battle with her. The Heavenly Emperor's General-Summoning Drum and the Emperor Venerable's War Horn collided, emitting strands of immortal light. Their sound shook the heavens, splitting the universe.
The two engaged in intense battle. Immortal sounds rose on all sides, divine winds howled, as if two ancient emperors had reappeared, dueling in this life.
The Heavenly Emperor's secret artifact against the Emperor Venerable's divine weapon—this was truly a clash of titans, like ancient emperors at war. Both were great figures renowned through the ages. How many in history could be compared to them?
"Heh, the General-Summoning Drum that the Heavenly Emperor painstakingly refined is nothing special. Even with targeted blood sacrifices, it couldn't suppress the Emperor Venerable's War Horn."
"I heard that the Emperor Venerable's War Horn is a real dragon horn. It doesn't look that impressive either, unable to break open the Heavenly Emperor's drum. Really disappointing!"
While the Undying Heavenly Empress and the Old God were in their great duel, their guards were also bloodily fighting. Not only in action, but also with their mouths, trying to disintegrate each other's morale and destabilize their minds.
Boom!
Ye Fan advanced. Now no one could stop him. The Old God was dueling the Heavenly Empress, the Woodcutter Old Man was bloodily fighting the Netherworld Lord. He was the only supreme expert free to act, killing in all directions as if entering an empty land.
"Kid, come over here! Your spirit and energy are vigorous. Take over for me and let this old man rest a bit!"
The old man with yellow teeth shouted loudly. There was a terrifying palm print on his back, and his body was tattered. He had been ambushed by a battle corpse and nearly sucked into the Netherworld Lord's Reincarnation Gate.
He had long been wounded. Bloodily fighting the Netherworld God was truly somewhat exhausting.
"Alright, I'm coming!" Ye Fan killed his way close, replacing the old man.
As a result, as soon as the old man left the battlefield, he was full of energy again, as if injected with chicken blood. He leaped high, charging toward the Phoenix Nest, his eyes gleaming with a thief's light, shouting, "I'm coming!"
This lecherous appearance immediately left Ye Fan speechless. This guy was clearly after the heavy treasures in the Phoenix Nest. With his current excitement, he could fight ten more battles without issue.
The Netherworld God was truly powerful. Even if he no longer had the glory of his prime, Ye Fan still felt an enormous oppressive force, as if facing a primordial beast from the age of creation.
In fact, the Netherworld God really was a primordial beast, with a powerful racial bloodline. Though he had now taken human form, the massive shadow behind him was still like a mountain, ready to materialize and pounce at any moment.
"Heavenly prodigy of the sixth heaven, let me see just how extraordinary you are!" the Netherworld God roared, charging like a dark cloud, his blood energy like a sea, his body like a demon. A single green lamp lit up the universe, laws spreading with the lamp's flame.
He did not underestimate Ye Fan, because he knew that although his realm was higher, his physical condition was very poor, unable to fully unleash his strength.
Boom!
The green lamp glowed. A small figure sat cross-legged on the lamp wick, opening its mouth to swallow all the laws and immortal light Ye Fan had emitted, converting them into its own essence. The lamp wick's flame blazed, exploding outward.
This flame was very special. Around it swirled a vast expanse of yin mist, covering the sky and earth. It could corrode a person's essence and primordial spirit, and also dissolve their physical body. According to legend, this was the power of destruction from the age of creation.
Ye Fan struck out with a palm, which should have shattered the heavens, but it was dissolved by this supremely soft and yin power. His heart immediately jumped.
"Kill!"
This would not be a short battle. It would be a bitter struggle.
In fact, everything proved this. The Netherworld God grew braver as he fought. A medicinal power was dissolving within his body, clearly the residual effects of a Nine-Turn Immortal Pill fragment taking effect, improving his condition.
"The one praised by the First Divine General of the ancient Heavenly Court—you are very strong. But never give me an opportunity. Otherwise, crushing geniuses and covering the sky with one hand—that's my style!" the Netherworld God said coldly, bloodstains dotting his body.
"I won't give you that opportunity. Your era has ended. Everything will become the past. This life belongs to another generation!" Ye Fan said calmly.
After over a thousand moves of life-and-death combat, blood blossoms appeared on Ye Fan's body. At this moment, he had thoroughly observed all of the opponent's combat techniques, triggering the Divine Seal.
"Boom!"
The Heavenly Emperor Fist was unmatched in the world. Brilliant golden light scattered down. Ye Fan was like a Great Emperor on the move. With one fist, he shattered the green lamp ahead, and at the same time, the Netherworld God's body exploded, blood spilling across the universe.
Everyone felt a chill. Ye Fan was too powerful. He had killed three Divine Generals in a row, all supreme experts who had once followed the Undying Heavenly Emperor. Almost all of those who had survived to this life had died by his hand.
No matter how great a strongman, they were nothing before the passage of time. In the end, they were just drops of blood blossoms.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, from the depths of the starry sky, a terrifying aura spread, shaking the mortal world.
"It's... the direction of the Underworld!" Ye Fan abruptly raised his head.
The fluctuations there were intense. Fragments of time and space flew out, rushing to the four poles and eight wastelands. Vaguely, one could see a youth. He roared between heaven and earth, drawing his heavenly bow, about to shoot down a Supreme Being!