Chapter 1797: Battle
Ye Fan’s divine sense was incredibly powerful. Even though the vast ancient imperial palace was covered with endless runes, it could not block him, and he instantly discerned who was inside.
“It’s been many years. How have you two been?”
“Brother Ye, is it really you?” The door of that ancient palace was pushed open, and a man walked out. His posture was tall and straight, his body as strong and agile as a dragon, with a bronze complexion. His long hair was thick and flowing, but a few strands of white were mixed in.
“Demon God?” The Dragon Horse was startled, recognizing him from the Stellar Ancient Path back in the day.
“Southern Demon.” Black Emperor sighed. He was one of the few heavenly prodigies from the Big Dipper back then. After so many years apart, meeting again now made one lament the passage of time.
At that time, the Southern Demon was in his prime, full of youthful vigor. Now, although his blood energy was still vigorous and he had become a peerless expert, he was already over six thousand years old.
Ye Fan was also filled with emotion. The last farewell on the Stellar Ancient Path, and now this reunion—several thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye. If it were an ordinary person, they would have long turned to dust.
The Southern Demon was extremely powerful, truly a Dao of this world. Tears hung on his face, looking deeply sorrowful.
For so many years, she had been searching through the universe, refusing to believe that her master had died. He was her only family, and she wanted to find him.
Ye Fan’s heart was bitter, and his nose stung. Even as a Heavenly Emperor, he could not suppress this emotion. In the past, three hundred years after the Dark Calamity ended, he had awakened and searched like a madman, but in the end, he found nothing.
He never imagined there was someone even more persistent than him, searching for over five thousand years, still looking even now!
“The elder wouldn’t want to see you like this…” Ye Fan advised, his heart aching.
“My master is with me. He will come back. I’ve found a part of him.” Xia Jiuyou said sadly.
“You…”
“Unfortunately, I only found one drop of my master’s blood.” Xia Jiuyou’s eyes were full of tears as she carefully held up a piece of divine crystal, within which a single vivid drop of blood was sealed.
“Is it really Senior Gai Jiuyou’s blood?!” Ye Fan was deeply grieved.
He looked at it for a long time, then walked deep into the broken battlefield. Unable to hold back, he let out a long roar to the sky, his heart filled with too much helplessness and unwillingness.
It wasn’t just Gai Jiuyou. So many others surfaced in Ye Fan’s mind—too many people and events, all gone like that.
The past events, one morning after another, one scene after another, seemed as if they were right before his eyes.
Ye Fan unleashed his Imperial Fist in this ruined battlefield, striking up to the Nine Heavens, producing rumbling thunder, and a mournful song stirred the starry river.
“After the Primordial Era, heaven and earth stirred.
The Big Dipper’s beacon fires blazed thick.
Time severed, the ancient clans brought chaos to the mortal world.
Sword aura pierced the clouds, a blood-dyed land.
Zithers and drums sounded, iron halberds clanged, cold light glittered across the starry sky.
Iron bones clanked, asking the world who was the hero.
Immortal clouds rose, Supremes appeared, on the path to eternal life, ten thousand ages of war.
War, war, war!
The starry sky collapsed, the multitudes trembled in sorrow.
White hair stained with blood, corpses by the thousands, maidens’ laments in pools of blood, the chaos and war of the mortal world.
Blood splattered the heavens, swords pierced the clouds, the turmoil of endless ages, the lament of the final era.
A land like blood, who could save it?
The multitudes called out, the Human Emperor fought back, blood and tears dried, eternal darkness.
Void hard to see, the ephemeral flower bloomed and fell, a single mournful song could not bury the heroes of ten thousand ages, only half a broken mirror remained.
Time like a blade cut down the heavenly prodigies, on the path to eternal life, sighs over enchanting beauties, the opening of blood and bone, a painting of a lifetime’s desolation.
How many heroes were buried in foreign lands, how many splendors would never shine again.
Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin stirred up the chaos of an era, white hair howled wild songs, on the heavenly path, no end could be found.
Imperial blood scorched the starry sky, the immortal path spoke of eternity.
A beauty sighed, a hero in his twilight years, ten thousand years in the mortal world, the immortal path unseen.
Battle!” (To be continued)