# Chapter 1745: Overlord Body Ancestral Star
"At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. The underworld is the final destination of all souls..." Prison Emperor muttered, like a curse echoing through the netherworld.
His body staggered. Holding his heavenly halberd and carrying his black gold shield, he walked toward the distance. Black blood dripped along the path he trod. Clearly, he could not hold on much longer.
"As prophesied... this place will become my end, my final resting place. This is my burial ground."
Prison Emperor could no longer support himself. He could collapse at any moment, about to become dust of history. Even a generation's supreme being had reached the end of life.
There was reluctance in his eyes, unwillingness. Though he had slaughtered countless people and long possessed a heart of iron and stone, the wish in his heart had never been fulfilled, carrying a deep, profound regret.
"What is immortality? Ask throughout the world—no one has ever achieved it. In the end, one still turns into a handful of yellow earth. No matter how peerless your grace, how great your heroism, it's useless."
His body was cracking, black blood flowing out in streams. Dark light burned all over him, carrying a kind of tragic sorrow. "Back then, Emperor Venerable... heh... haha... wanted to sacrifice us alive, but in the end, none of us became immortals!"
Treading the immortal path, reaching this step, this realm—one could be said to stand high above, overlooking the nine heavens and ten lands. Yet in the end, one only obtained eternal solitude.
Invincibility was useless. The path ahead was severed.
This life, this era, all spent seeking immortality, wanting to break through the unchanging to see eternal life. But in the end, one could only listen to one's own funeral dirge in desolation, turning to dust in the mortal world.
"He" was not alone. Since ancient times, all great emperors had fallen into silence. Thinking back to those days, they were spirited and vigorous, commanding the wind and clouds, dominating the world—who could rival them?
But in the end, there was only one result. Even if one dominated heaven above and earth below, it was useless. Unmatched and invincible, one would still walk toward the desolate end and fade into dust in darkness.
Prison Emperor staggered. He was seeking his own grave, wanting to bury himself. Leaning on his war halberd, every step he took caused his body to crack with many fissures, ready to shatter on the spot at any moment.
Now he was no longer a supreme being, just an old man at the end of his years.
Ye Fan did not attack. He only watched silently, letting him choose his grave to bury himself.
"The underworld is the painstaking effort of several generations. We who walk the path of immortality are not without insights. We searched for all kinds of true blood, wanting to condense the 'True One,' fusing chaos to create immortal blood."
Prison Emperor revealed a great secret.
When a person is about to die, their words are kind. It could also be said that he did not want the crystallized efforts of several generations of supreme beings to be destroyed in an instant, annihilated in the river of history.
This was a great attempt. In theory, it could create a Chaos Body, unifying ten thousand bloodlines to see the true form of an immortal spirit.
Ye Fan once again felt the terror of the Chaos Body. Ten thousand bloodlines fusing to achieve the Chaos Body—how powerful would that be? Of course, in theory, this would touch upon immortality, but in the end, one would still need to sublimate to take that step.
This path was extraordinary. It was not the method of the Nether Emperor of the underworld, but rather brought from outside by several other overlords, who had been researching it all along.
"Ten thousand bloodlines are not complete, but we still created a monster. It merged with the Heaven-Penetrating Nether Treasure. It will be sensitive to various bloodlines, and one day it will likely seek you out."
"Perhaps we unintentionally completed the Nether Emperor. Maybe the Heaven-Penetrating Nether Treasure is his divine spirit!"
"I heard you cultivate Source Arts. Actually, this is a fragment left by the Venerable. The Heaven-Penetrating Nether Treasure understands it far more deeply than you. Prepare early."
These words left Ye Fan's emotions unsettled for a long time. He stood in place, silently watching Prison Emperor walk into the distance.
"Pfft"
Finally, Prison Emperor could not hold on. He did not choose to leave a corpse, nor did he dissolve into the Dao. Instead, he directly exploded. Only residual blood and broken bones splashed up, falling into a deep pit. His spirit also scattered.
With a clang, the Nether Battle Armor flew up, the heavenly halberd shone, and the black gold shield also shot into the sky. Only a shattered black war spear fell into the pit, buried with him as his burial object.
Ye Fan turned around, not looking again. He found Chuan Ying's relics and buried his blood and remnants in the starry sky.
Staying here for two days, Ye Fan searched silently. He saw many astonishing things and also some ancient steles, feeling shocked in his heart.
Burying an entire universe, interring several epochs—this was no empty talk. He saw several steles, ancient enough to be terrifying, impossible to verify from what era. The characters on them were incomprehensible, surpassing the scope of divine script.
Then, through a stele he could read, he learned some astonishing secrets.
The netherworld was vast and boundless, like another universe.
The people of the underworld had once excavated an immortal divine corpse, an imperial figure from before the Mythical Era, believed to originate from the incomprehensible Chaotic Ancient Era!
Moreover, from ancient times to the present, more than one had been unearthed—at least three. Unfortunately, they were all incomplete and had been obliterated in the most terrifying external wars in history.
"The end of reincarnation... will that day come?" Ye Fan muttered to himself, gazing at the boundless starry sky. With his cultivation at this level, like other ancient venerables, breaking eternity to seek immortality was his ultimate goal.
He did not go on a killing spree here. He only summoned the two quasi-emperors of the ninth heaven here, ordering them to gather the yin soldiers and yin generals and not to bring calamity to the world.
Without a Dao-achiever, without an imperial expert, the underworld was effectively in decline. It could not defy Ye Fan's will. The two readily agreed, not daring to go against him.
The underworld had fallen!
Even Ye Fan himself felt it was unreal. Regarded as the most terrifying battlefield, it had fallen like this, heading toward decline.
Of course, if the Nether Emperor revived, everything would be different. The storm would surely rise again!
But for now, under Ye Fan's might, the underworld could only submit. Even incorporating it into the Heavenly Court was not impossible.
Starlight shone brilliantly. Ye Fan rode a divine rainbow. With one step, stars shifted, heaven and earth transformed.
A blazing rainbow bridge spanned the universe, crossing all heavens and myriad domains, reaching straight to a certain star region. This rainbow was too brilliant, connecting both shores of the starry sky.
"What is that? A golden path—how can it be so long?"
"It spreads toward the depths of the universe... Is this... a great emperor on the move?!"
Soon, everyone understood who it was. Ye Fan had returned from the underworld, shaking the human realm. All experts understood that the netherworld could not keep him. He was invincible in the mortal world.
"Is he going to... the Overlord Body Ancestral Star?"
A golden path pierced through who knows how many star systems, reaching straight to the star river of the Overlord Body Ancestral Star. Open and undisguised, Ye Fan came directly to attack.
Having just stormed the underworld, he now came to another terrifying forbidden zone. Campaigning continuously in a single day shocked all the heroes of the world.
Was this the might of a Great Accomplishment Saint Body? His blood energy was like a sea, flooding the starry sky. Like the Heavenly Emperor on inspection, he descended upon the star domain where the bloodline of his destined rival resided.
This was a great star. Life energy surged, mountains and rivers were magnificent, the land was vast, and essence energy was abundant—very suitable for cultivation and enlightenment.
The Overlord Body's ancestral star was extraordinary. It had survived ten thousand calamities without being destroyed. It was inscribed with their exclusive Dao marks. Any Dao fruit here would be suppressed.
Ordinary cultivators dared not approach, because it was difficult to display true combat power here.
Of course, supreme-level figures were not restricted. The golden path spread to the front and then disappeared. Ye Fan, silent and soundless, stepped down in one stride.
At the horizon, fiery clouds were exceptionally brilliant, a stretch of red, like blood splattered on cloth. Five moons had already risen in the sky.
Ye Fan stood on a cliff. A vast waterfall fell beneath his feet. The earth was lush and green, with savage beasts roaming everywhere. With a slight perception, he perceived where the Overlord Body Ancestral Cave was.
"I don't believe the Saint Body really dares to come! This is the slumber place of several ancestors, and he's just one person. Last time during his tribulation, the ancestor shattered his flesh so many times. He barely escaped with his life—that was a bloody lesson."
"Shh, keep your voice down. A Great Accomplishment Saint Body really is not weaker than the ancestor. And his blood energy is vigorous. He might really come."
"With several ancestors sitting here, does he want to come and die?"
"We admit the Saint Body is strong, but coming alone to attack—I think he'll definitely spill blood here and die in vain."
At the mountain gate, a group of people murmured.
At this moment, a man walked over. In the evening glow, his body was tinged with golden radiance, like a heavenly emperor descending to the mortal world, walking with dragon steps and tiger strides.
"Who goes there? Stop!" The group guarding the mountain gate shouted.
Ye Fan's gaze flickered. The people in front directly exploded, blood mist rising, making this place seem very terrifying.
Since he had found the right place, Ye Fan did not conceal himself. His aura naturally leaked out as he walked inside. These people all trembled. Under this pressure, they shivered uncontrollably and knelt on the ground involuntarily.
This was the aura of a supreme being, reaching everywhere without limit. It instantly swept across the vast land. All living beings wailed. Whether birds, beasts, or people on the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, they could not help but tremble and collapse to the ground.
Even great sages could not resist. They prostrated on the ground.
Ye Fan, sovereign over the realm, arrived behind the mountain gate.
Behind the great mountain was an open area, like a grassland. Only in the middle stood a divine peak, emitting purple qi.
Below the peak was a cave, constantly spewing auspicious multicolored light. There, hidden, were all the strongest figures of this star from ancient times to the present.
"Saint Body, you really dare to come!"
In that ancient cave, purple qi boiled and rolled out. A voice like wind and thunder spread, echoing under the long sky.
"Why wouldn't I dare to come?" Ye Fan asked calmly.
"Just a few dozen days ago, you fled like a frightened dog. Now you dare to come here and display imperial might?" The person in the ancient cave spoke without mercy.
"A bunch of clowns. Taking advantage of my tribulation to attack, you dare to boast about it? Today, I'll level you all!"
The two sides clashed head-on. Although such words could hardly shake their Dao hearts, they sometimes had some use, stirring ripples in the other's emotions.
"If you want to die, come and try. I'll grant your wish!" A roar came from the ancestral cave.
Ye Fan acted directly. His body expanded, standing like a heavenly god on the plain. His black hair was like a star river, his eyes rivaled lightning. His dharma body towered into the clouds. He stomped one foot toward the ancestral mountain of the Overlord Body lineage.
This was a spirit of "only I exist, I am the sole venerable." Even having come to the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, facing more than one supreme being, he dared to act like this, raising his foot to trample, wanting to crush them underfoot!
The divine peak was majestic, with myriad scenes. Surrounded by clouds and mist, flowing with purple haze, it suddenly shook violently. Wind and thunder roared out. Since ancient times, no one had ever dared to lord over this place like this. (To be continued)