Chapter 464: Wind Clan Divine Islands
The headless horseman was tall and imposing, his iron armor flowing with cold light, his aura pressing down like a majestic great mountain bearing down on them!
He resembled a deity who had lost his head, his might overwhelming heaven and earth. Even the sky trembled because of him, and the endless black mountains rumbled and shook.
He held a black war lance, his horse treading through the void, as vast as an abyss and as deep as the sea. His powerful battle intent shot straight into the clouds, like an undying ancient war god charging in from the distant ages!
He drew upon the terrifying aura of the Immortal Mountain, endless black mist surging. The entire world trembled beneath his horse's hooves, and all things wailed under the edge of his lance.
"Boom, rumble..."
The death knight's horse trampled through the void, space shattering. Countless black fissures spread in all directions, creating a terrifying scene within the Immortal Mountain.
The big black dog was scared out of its wits. Such a headless horseman was too dreadful. If he got close, a single sweep of his lance would annihilate everyone, body and soul.
Its long tongue hung out, its heart burning with anxiety. Its large claws continuously traced patterns, adjusting the fine details of the array, desperately trying to fine-tune the teleportation coordinates.
"Good doggy, keep it up!" Little Nannan was also nervous, hiding in Ye Fan's arms, timidly watching the headless horseman who had almost reached them.
The big black dog frantically activated the dao patterns. With a final fierce slap of its large claws, endless radiance surged up. With a flash of light, they vanished from their original spot.
They had finally succeeded in crossing the void at the last moment. In the instant they disappeared, the headless horseman charged in, his lance piercing through heaven and earth, collapsing space, stabbing into their afterimages.
An incomparably terrifying pressure, like a tsunami, surged forth, instantly reducing the entire primeval forest to powder. Nothing remained.
However, the array patterns left by Emperor Void were not damaged and remained intact. This place had become its own realm, filled with the aura of the Great Dao.
Unknown tens of thousands of miles away, Ye Fan, Li Heishui, and the others materialized, looking around in confusion at their surroundings.
Everywhere was golden sand. The sun was scorching hot, the dryness and heat making their bodies feel like they were about to catch fire. The surroundings were completely silent, without a single sound.
This was a golden desert, stretching endlessly. All the sand grains were scorching hot, releasing blistering heat under the blazing sun, almost roasting them alive.
There was no wind. The heat waves were like a furnace, baking them unbearably. The golden desert had no signs of life, as if flames were burning within it.
"Doggy, you didn't really teleport us to the Western Desert, did you?" Little Nannan asked, her voice soft and tender.
Ye Fan and Li Heishui were completely dumbfounded. The endless desert, flowing with golden light under the blazing sun, was like a scorching furnace. Both of them started yelling.
"Dead dog, I'm going to skin you!"
"This is too ridiculous! Crossing from the Eastern Wasteland through the Central Province straight to the Western Desert? Even closing your eyes would be more accurate than this. How did you teleport?!"
The two pounced on the big black dog, grabbing it and wrestling with it. This damn dog was too infuriating; a good beating was the only way to vent their anger.
"Just a little... a little accident," the big black dog muttered, looking a bit dazed itself.
"Can you go any farther? From the easternmost end of this world straight to the westernmost! If you're a little more careless, are you going to teleport us to the sun?!"
"Is this emperor really that ridiculous?" the big black dog grumbled.
"Isn't this ridiculous enough? You're really something!"
"Even if Little Nannan activated the dao patterns, it wouldn't be this unreliable!"
"Actually, the Western Desert isn't so bad. The Great Thunderclap Monastery on Mount Sumeru is a divine place. Countless cultivators go on pilgrimage there every year. We could go take a look," the big black dog said.
Ye Fan and Li Heishui wanted to kill it. This damn dog was still being stubborn, talking back with plausible arguments. It really deserved a beating.
"You sent Pang Bo to the Central Province, Tu Fei to the Northern Plains, and us to the Western Desert. Damn it... I've never seen such an unreliable dog!"
"Pang Bo is fine. He went to a place of outstanding talent and might have great opportunities. But what about Tu Fei, who loves excitement? In the Northern Plains, you could walk for decades without seeing a single person. Facing the wilderness all day, he'll go crazy!"
The two of them ganged up on Black Emperor, while Little Nannan was well-behaved, playing in the sand on the side, showing no signs of frustration or worry.
"Four rare spiritual medicines of tens of thousands of years are all with Big Mouth Tu. He's got four extra lives; he definitely won't die," the big black dog still insisted stubbornly, while also fuming with regret that it hadn't divided the spiritual medicines first.
"This damn dog is too extreme!"
"Damn it, I'm so mad! Beat it!"
"Woof!"
A man-dog battle erupted, stirring up chaos in the golden desert.
The barking lasted for a long time before gradually calming down. Eventually, they flew out of the desert, searching for green continents and prosperous cities.
"Hey, something's not right." After flying just a few hundred li, they saw lush mountain peaks and soon left the desert, completely different from what they had expected.
"Who are you? How dare you casually enter the Wind Clan's training grounds?" someone ahead shouted.
Ye Fan and the others looked at each other, completely confused.
"What did you say? Wind Clan? Which Wind Clan? Is it that little girl Fenghuang's clan?" the big black dog asked.
"How dare you! Such blasphemy against our princess!" The few people's expressions darkened.
The big black dog immediately howled in surprise, then viciously pounced on Ye Fan and Li Heishui. "Did you hear that, boys? This is the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, not the Western Desert! And you two dared to treat me like that earlier!"
They quickly figured out the situation. They hadn't left the Eastern Wasteland. This desert was created by the Wind Clan's experts through years of battles, stretching over a thousand li.
"You're the Sacred Body Ye Fan, and it's that vicious dog?!" someone recognized them, their expressions changing.
"Damn it, can't you talk properly? You call him the Sacred Body, but you should at least call me a Sacred Spirit!" the big black dog bared its gleaming white teeth, startling those few people.
The Wind Clan members exchanged glances and ultimately said nothing more. Since the End Times Sacred Body had dared to kill even the holy maiden of a supreme sect from the Central Province, they naturally didn't want to provoke him.
This place was only a few hundred li from the Wind Clan, already within the core territory of this sacred clan. As they flew past, they unexpectedly saw many people gathering.
"What's going on? Why is everyone converging on the Wind Clan?" Li Heishui wondered.
Ye Fan stopped a passerby and asked about the reason. He learned that the Wind Clan's Saint Lord was about to celebrate his 1,555th birthday, and many had come to offer congratulations.
"Brother Ye, Brother Li, what a small world!" Laughter came from the distant sky.
Great Xia Prince Xia Yiming and the White-Robed Little Nun Xia Yilin flew over. Beside them were several elders, clearly all super experts.
"Brother Xia, what brings you here?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.
"The Wind Clan Saint Lord's birthday is approaching, so we've come to offer our congratulations," Xia Yiming laughed.
Their clan uncle had come in person, and the two of them had followed, hoping to make connections with some young talents. That was why they had come to the central region.
"Let's go together," the Great Xia Prince invited with a smile.
Ye Fan hesitated briefly, then nodded in agreement. The Wind Clan Saint Lord had shown him kindness. Now that he was here and had been invited by the Great Xia Prince, refusing to go would reflect poorly on him if word got out.
The Wind Clan was the most ancient family in the Eastern Wasteland, combining great power with mystery. They emulated heaven and earth, grasping the profound mysteries of the Great Dao, making them an extremely powerful clan.
This could be seen from the fact that the Peerless Divine King had chosen them, wanting Ye Fan to form a marriage alliance with them. In the Eastern Wasteland, no one wanted to provoke them; everyone hoped to maintain good relations.
Having weathered the dark turmoil of various eras, the clan remained prosperous and undiminished, becoming a super behemoth that looked down upon the world, with few rivals in depth of foundation.
From afar, the Wind Clan's grandeur was breathtaking.
Eight hundred floating islands were scattered like shining pearls, each one unique, like pure lands from the heavens, bringing peace to the mind.
"The Wind Clan is truly astonishing. The legend of eight hundred divine islands is indeed true!" Li Heishui exclaimed in admiration.
The eight hundred islands hung motionless in the sky, immortal mist swirling, like a divine land of unparalleled beauty. Immortal flowers bloomed, waterfalls and springs flowed, five-colored lights intertwined, transcendent and otherworldly.
Numerous palaces sat atop them, with carved beams and painted rafters, coiled dragons and flying phoenixes, immortal clouds drifting, like a divine kingdom beyond the world. Many immortal cranes, colorful luan birds, and other spirit birds danced among the islands.
In the deepest part, endless great mountains towered high in the sky, majestic and imposing, awe-inspiring.
Among the great peaks was a magnificent ancient city that never sank, unseen by outsiders. Each of the most powerful sacred lands had one, said to be an ancient divine city left behind by deities.
Many Wind Clan elders stood outside the divine islands, greeting everyone with smiles, constantly cupping their hands in thanks.
"Unmanifested dogs are not allowed inside," someone stopped Ye Fan and the others, refusing to let the big black dog enter.
"In the past, your clan leader invited me, and I didn't come!" the big black dog fumed.
"It's the rule. No beast pets are allowed inside," the Wind Clan members said with unpleasant expressions.
"Who's a beast pet? This emperor's human pets have gone in, so why am I not allowed?!" it shouted angrily, pointing a large claw at some disciples of sacred lands.
Among them were indeed people who had been captured by the big black dog. They wanted nothing more than to skin it alive and fled into the eight hundred divine islands, not wanting to cause more embarrassment.
"Let them in," an old man from the Wind Clan approached. Ye Fan recognized him, having seen him in the Divine City of the Northern Domain, and bowed to him.
Different people were led to different islands. Ye Fan and his group entered a large island, where most of the young disciples of the sacred lands were gathered.
Their arrival immediately drew a lot of attention. Many holy sons and holy maidens were present, each showing strange expressions, surprised that Ye Fan was still alive.
Because the half-year deadline was almost up, and he still hadn't died.
"Cough..." Ye Fan coughed up a trace of blood, casually wiping it away with a white cloth.
Many people couldn't describe their feelings. In the Southern Domain, they had seen him constantly coughing blood, yet he could still fight the Ruthless Person's inheritor Hua Yunfei and kill the holy maiden of a supreme sect from the Central Province.
Now he was still coughing blood, making many curse inwardly. They felt he should be struck by lightning, always misleading people, yet each time he killed a bunch. It was truly speechless.
"Brother Ye, how is your health?" Holy Son Yao Guang asked. His body was shrouded in a divine ring, making it hard to feel animosity toward him. Sacred light covered him, like a son of god walking among mortals.
"I probably have about half a month left to live," Ye Fan replied.
"Brother Ye is joking. You will surely overcome this deadly trial," Holy Son Yao Guang said with a smile.
"Since you short-lived ghost has no days left, why not fight me now!" Golden Wing Little Peng King walked over, tall and imposing, his golden eyes intimidating. He was like a demon god descending, overwhelmingly oppressive.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? If you want to fight, then fight. I don't mind destroying you!" Ye Fan turned sharply to face this demonic man of the demon clan. The other had provoked him several times, and this battle was inevitable.
The other holy sons and holy maidens were stirred. These were two of the top experts among the current younger generation. If they fought, it would be a clash of dragons and tigers, a world-shaking battle everyone eagerly anticipated.
"Little bird, you sure have nine lives!" Black Emperor muttered.
"Hmph!" Golden Wing Little Peng King snorted coldly, two bolts of cold lightning shooting from his golden eyes.
He and Fenghuang and the others hadn't been forced into the Immortal Mountain. They had escaped by the skin of their teeth, but it had been much smoother for them than for Ye Fan.
"Brother Peng, are you going to fight someone?" Fenghuang approached gracefully. Although she wore a five-colored mask, her bearing was like a phoenix, her immortal beauty stunning. She smiled lightly, "Today is not suitable for combat. You can postpone the battle and let us witness a peak showdown."
Everyone showed strange expressions. They knew well her relationship with Ye Fan. Seeing her attitude, they all felt there would definitely be a good show soon.