Chapter 432: The Five-Colored Altar Again
The seven-colored little stone was crystal clear, beautiful to the point of being dreamlike, flowing with intoxicating radiance as if it were a peerless treasure, making Ye Fan's palm appear translucent.
He absorbed vigorous life essence, every pore on his body relaxed, and his vitality revived. He could now stand up, no longer unable to move as before.
This was the most primal life essence, pure and flawless, without a trace of impurity. The moment it entered Ye Fan's body, it became a part of his life, having an extraordinary effect on him, who was at the brink of exhaustion.
What exactly was the origin of Little Nannan? This little stone sparked endless speculation in him. The pitiable little girl must have astonishing secrets.
Originally, Ye Fan's flame of life was like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Now, nourished, he had temporarily escaped the threat of death.
He stood up and looked toward the sacred mountain. There was no time to waste. The Dao wounds were worsening. Although the translucent little stone had temporarily revived him, it certainly wouldn't last long.
Every bit of essence consumed from the little stone meant less hope for him to ascend the sacred mountain!
On the towering sacred mountain, there was no sign of the Desolate Slaves. They had all vanished, seemingly returning to the Primordial Abyss, leaving the place cold and desolate.
There was not a single sound. In heaven and earth, there was only himself. He could feel no ripple of life, as if he had arrived at the end of the world.
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and, holding the seven-colored little stone, charged up the mountain. Though he could find a moment of peace here, staying too long would be no different from slow suicide.
"Swish"
No sooner had he left the vicinity of the ancient bronze coffin than the power of desolation surged toward him, like scraping bones or piercing flesh, the intense pain nearly making him cry out.
The Heaven-Shrouding Treasure Clothes and stone garments on him had long since shattered, now turning to powder that fell rustling to the ground. This was a deadly killing intent, the merciless grinding of time, like a heavenly blade that could sever all things in the world.
The little stone shimmered in his hand, emitting seven-colored radiance that enveloped him, making him appear hazy and flowing with light.
Ye Fan was astonished to discover that the little stone blocked time and resisted the aura of desolation. Though his life was still draining away, it was much slower than before.
"That's it..." Ye Fan suddenly understood. No wonder Little Nannan now looked the same as three years ago, unchanged. This little stone could resist the erosion of time.
However, everyone in the world must eventually die; nothing could exist eternally. The little stone was also dimming; it only temporarily held back the power of desolation.
Ye Fan's heart trembled with fear. This was his last trump card. If he couldn't ascend the sacred mountain, he would truly return to dust.
He also gripped the withered Qilin seed in his hand. The seven-colored little stone and the seed of the Divine Immortality Pill together provided him with life essence.
On the sacred mountain, vegetation was lush, and rocks were peculiar, making it quite picturesque. But Ye Fan didn't spare it a second glance. At this critical juncture of life and death, only ascending the sacred mountain was the sole path to survival.
The closer he got to the mountain, the only thing that could revive it was the divine spring.
He lay motionless in the pool of life spring, carefully sensing this realm of heaven and earth. It was indeed different from the outside world, retaining a unique power of Dao laws!
"Divine King Jiang's speculation has come true!"
This was a realm of heaven and earth from the ancient era, bearing the aura of the time before the Primordial Era. The rules of heaven and earth had not changed; everything was different from the present.
"If I could cultivate in this realm of heaven and earth, I could surely repair my Dao wounds!" Ye Fan's heart stirred with waves.
If he could cultivate the Sacred Body to the Great Accomplishment realm in this realm, even if the rules of heaven and earth changed, he could defy the heavens!
Ye Fan lay in the pool of life spring, his withered lifespan slowly recovering bit by bit. But he was not satisfied; he wanted to strengthen his vitality as quickly as possible.
Because this was the Ancient Forbidden Land, and who knew what existed in that endless abyss? He could be erased at any moment!
In the end, he chose to absorb the essence from the Qilin Divine Medicine seed and the seven-colored little stone, letting them breathe out life's divine power...
Primeval Divine Medicines, by merely absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, could live forever without dying. Nothing in the human world could absorb undying power faster than them.
Now, with the divine spring by his side, the Qilin seed naturally thrived like a fish in water, continuously converting undying power into its own life force.
Who knows how long passed before Ye Fan's vitality finally strengthened a bit. He could stand up, and golden blood energy began to flow.
Though the Dao wounds on his body showed no sign of improvement, the Indestructible Golden Body of the Sacred Body was slowly reviving, and the flame of life would not dim for a short time.
He needed the Divine Immortality Pill. The nine sacred mountains had nine divine roots. He had already picked two kinds of sacred fruits before and now turned his gaze to the distance.
After resting enough, Ye Fan, holding the Qilin Divine Medicine seed and the seven-colored little stone, flew off like the wind, quickly circling the sacred mountain that surrounded the Divine Source.
As he approached the sacred mountain ahead, even from a distance, he smelled a refreshing fragrance that nearly intoxicated him on the mountain.
This sacred mountain was majestic, vast as the heavens, like the site of the Heavenly Court, filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs, brimming with life.
At the center of the flat mountain peak was a two-meter-square spring pool, bubbling and flowing, emitting a faint crystalline radiance, as if formed by divine liquid.
By the pool grew three half-meter-tall small trees, red as fire, glittering like carvings of red agate, resembling three little dwarves. Their branches were like arms, and their roots slightly exposed above ground like legs, very peculiar.
Though short, they were gnarled like coiled dragons, full of the aura of time, giving a sense of ancient vicissitude.
The fragrance was so thick it couldn't be dispersed. At the top of each of the three small trees hung a single pink fruit, like jade carved, warm and translucent, quite different in color from the trees.
Ye Fan was dumbfounded. The three fruits were shaped like little dolls, each the size of a fist, very unique.
"Ginseng fruits?!"
The three small trees stood still, but the three pink fruits swayed, as if trying to break free, very peculiar.
Ye Fan dared not delay. He rushed into the pool of life spring to recover his energy, then picked them one by one, sealing them in jade boxes. Just the scent alone made him intoxicated.
"Rustle rustle"
The red, fire-like divine trees rustled, their leaves fluttering like beautiful music, astonishing Ye Fan once more.
At this time, the setting sun was in the west. Ye Fan felt the abyss had become even more terrifying. He didn't dare waste time and decided to retreat to the bronze coffin at night.
Before leaving, he couldn't help but come to the edge of the cliff, activating his Source Heaven Divine Sense to peer down into the abyss.
"That is... a five-colored altar!"
Ye Fan was greatly shocked. In the endless abyss, he saw a broken altar suspended in midair, very ancient and mysterious.
His divine sense had matured, but he couldn't see the bottom of the abyss. However, this altar wasn't at the depths; it hung midway, identical to the one seen at Mount Tai.
"So that's it..." He finally understood why the Nine Dragons Coffin had landed here.
"The Nine Dragons Coffin knows no end, no destination. The vast star domains, the other end of the starry sky, and this place—all are merely waystations. The road ahead is unknown..." he murmured to himself.