Chapter 477: Heavenly Pivot
"Woof!" The big black dog suddenly let out a great howl, shaking the mountains. It landed among the peaks and retrieved a golden arm in its mouth.
It was the arm of Golden Wing Little Peng King, the only remnant that Old Peng King had overlooked, preserved and gleaming with golden light.
"What do you want that for?" Li Heishui asked.
"This is a Roc Divine Wing; it will revert to its original form soon." The big black dog drooled. "He's a descendant of a Roc clan sage. Such divine wings are rare and priceless."
Li Heishui stared at the blood-drenched arm, dumbfounded, nearly dizzy from the dog's words. He muttered to himself, "Damn, you'll eat anything..."
Around them, the others were also stunned, at a loss for words. This dead dog had an excessively heavy palate and was seriously lacking in morals.
"Doggy, don't eat random things." Little Nannan was very scared, covering her big eyes with her small hands, not daring to look.
"Rest assured, this emperor is only taking it to refine medicine." Whether he was telling the truth or not, with a flash of light, he stored it away.
"Is the Mortal World truly going to re-emerge?"
Powerful fluctuations came from the distant sky. The Wind Clan Saint Lord and others understood the terrifying foundation of this ancient inheritance. At the very least, their younger generation was bound to be extremely fearsome. If they followed their predecessors' path of slaying kings, even the Sacred Body would face a life-and-death calamity when confronting them.
They comprehended the Dao of slaughter, cutting down the world's outstanding talents to attain the Dao fruit. They were not to be challenged! They were a group of terrifying figures who existed for killing, raised from childhood with concepts different from ordinary people, making them the most troublesome.
Ye Fan had wanted to leave immediately and head to the Sacred Cliff to seek the Nine Secrets, but the Wind Clan Saint Lord's words gave him a massive headache, forcing him to stay reluctantly.
"Divine Physician Wang has arrived, right among the Wind Clan's eight hundred divine islands. Stay and let him examine you again."
The Peerless Divine King owed a great debt to this physician's ancestors. Back in the Northern Domain, he had invited him to diagnose Ye Fan, and it was then that the suggestion of self-severing cultivation had been raised.
Ye Fan couldn't refuse. The Wind Clan Saint Lord was insistent, blocking his way and insisting he see Divine Physician Wang to find a way to extend his life.
By now, the stars filled the sky. Ye Fan and Golden Wing Little Peng King had fought from noon until night, a tremendous expenditure of time.
Starlight scattered down, shrouding the mountains in haze. Various birds and beasts only now dared to return to the forest, having been scattered in panic by the earlier battle.
Ye Fan returned to the Wind Clan's eight hundred divine islands. Along the way, he continuously evolved the Dao wounds, covering them over his life source, and was ultimately satisfied with the result.
That night, the atmosphere within the Wind Clan's sacred grounds was lively and joyous. Many cultivators raised their cups in celebration.
The divine islands floating in the sky were surrounded by mist, truly feeling like being in the celestial realm, so close to the stars.
Ye Fan still sat with the younger generation. In the main hall above were only regional overlords; none of the younger generation were qualified to enter.
Little Nannan sat obediently beside him. She was not yet three years old and couldn't reach the delicacies on the white jade table, so Ye Fan kept picking food for her.
The little girl was very happy, her big eyes brighter than the stars in the sky. Her mind was simple, and she ate with great enjoyment.
Around them, the others felt immense pressure. Sitting with Ye Fan, they all sensed a surging blood energy fluctuation. Thinking back to the various aspects of the battle, many felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
The younger generation of the Wind Clan no longer dared to provoke him. They all behaved properly, even when toasting, they were very respectful.
Wind Phoenix moved gracefully, wearing a five-colored mask as she walked between the tables, but she didn't linger here, trying to avoid him as much as possible. Today's battle had deeply shaken her.
The Great Xia Prince, Heavenly Demon Palace Young Lord Yao Yuekong, the White-Robed Little Nun, and others congratulated Ye Fan on his victory. None of them had any reservations, acting as if no one else was there.
Then, Holy Son Yao Guang also walked over, raising his cup in congratulations. His body flowed with divine radiance, possessing an extraordinary, transcendent aura. Even standing in a crowd, he could be recognized at a glance.
Ye Fan recalled something. In the past, Golden Wing Little Peng King had said he would settle the score with Holy Son Yao Guang, but ever since being sealed inside the Li Fire Divine Furnace, he had never made such boasts again.
What had happened in between could perhaps be guessed from this. Ye Fan couldn't help but feel a chill. Holy Son Yao Guang was definitely unfathomably deep.
At the same time, he remembered how, in the Primordial Forbidden Zone, Holy Son Yao Guang had wanted to trade a scroll of ancient scripture for his Phoenix Blood Red Gold.
Holy Son Yao Guang had explicitly stated that it wasn't a scripture from the Yaoguang Holy Land, but a fragment he had obtained during his travels.
Ye Fan thought carefully. This person definitely had great fortune. He cultivated more than one ancient scripture and likely possessed heaven-defying methods.
The reason Ye Fan pondered over Holy Son Yao Guang was that this person was very hard to see through. There were always unsettling doubts about him, yet he never stirred up trouble.
As the banquet was about to end, a figure with hair as white as snow, like an old immortal, arrived in the area where the young talents were gathered.
Ye Fan's head ached. He quickly stood up and bowed. The renowned Divine Physician Wang of the Central Region had arrived. This man's medical skills were divine, and he himself was a Great Power, enjoying immense prestige.
"The Divine King owes my ancestors a great debt. Not being able to heal your Dao wounds weighs on my conscience. You don't need to be so formal." This old immortal-like figure took Ye Fan's arm.
Almost instantly, his expression flickered, but he quickly concealed it, remaining calm as he examined Ye Fan.
Ye Fan knew it was bad. This Divine Physician Wang was frighteningly skilled. The Dao wounds he had simulated couldn't fool him at all; he must have seen through them.
"Please keep this secret, senior!" Ye Fan transmitted his voice privately.
This was a Saint Lord-rank figure, a pinnacle expert of the current era. He patted Ye Fan on the shoulder. If it had been before this, he wouldn't have dared to be so casual.
Ye Fan didn't mind. Whether or not he had Dao wounds was known only to him and Divine Physician Wang. Seeing this scene, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, maybe one day I'll come to you to sell a saint sword."
Zhao Fa laughed heartily. "I've been looking forward to it."
Holy Son Yao Guang also walked over, earnestly offering a toast. "Take care!"
After daybreak, Ye Fan left with Divine Physician Wang, leaving behind a wealth of topics for discussion. People were all guessing about his fate, many waiting and watching.
"Those stupid birds..." The big black dog carried Little Nannan on his back, sneering coldly. "Just wait and see their jaws drop."
Li Heishui also laughed heartily. "I can't wait to see their expressions!"
Divine Physician Wang's secluded dwelling was located in a vein of immortal energy in the Central Region, near an endless wilderness—a very primitive area.
He had entered the Dao through medicine, spending his days tasting herbs and refining divine pills, all to make it easier to travel in and out of this wilderness.
Even a man of Divine Physician Wang's temperament was left speechless by Black Emperor's nonsense along the way, staring at him without knowing what to say.
Ye Fan brought up Little Nannan's condition, asking Divine Physician Wang if there was a way to treat her ailment of always forgetting the past.
"This child is somewhat special... I can't quite put my finger on it..." Divine Physician Wang was quite astonished, staring at Little Nannan, then at the small seven-colored stone, as if lost in distant memories.
Passing through endless great peaks and crossing many mountain ranges, they finally reached the edge of the wilderness, arriving before Divine Physician Wang's thatched cottage.
It was perched by a cliff, with waterfalls and flowing springs, ancient pines standing tall, and immortal cranes dancing—truly a pure land for cultivation.
"This isn't right. This place has a lot of significance. I think it should be even more magnificent ahead, comparable to a divine land!" The big black dog revealed a surprised expression.
"This dog has some discernment." Divine Physician Wang nodded, then pointed ahead. "Those endless mountain ranges indeed have a great history."
Ye Fan and the others flew into the sky, gazing into the distance, their hearts shaken. Every mountain range was like a great dragon, majestic and imposing.
"This is a land of soaring dragons! All dragon veins, incredibly noble. I'd say it's a heaven-reaching land, capable of giving rise to a holy land. It should be in the hands of the most ancient inheritance." The big black dog exclaimed.
"This was once an extremely prosperous holy land, but six thousand years ago, a great catastrophe occurred, and it ceased to exist." Divine Physician Wang sighed.
"What? Could this be..." Ye Fan was shocked, realizing what place this was.
"This is the ruins of the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land, which flourished six thousand years ago!" Divine Physician Wang revealed the answer.
It had once been an immensely powerful holy land, but it had completely declined, now desolate beyond measure. Ancient vines covered the mountain ridges, apes howled and tigers roared, making it a dwelling place for various strange beasts.
There, ancient trees scraped the sky, and dense forests completely obscured everything from the past, turning it into a primordial dragon vein.
Suddenly, a great wailing sound came, shaking the mountains, causing leaves to wither and fall, and birds and beasts to cower in fear on the ground.
"That crying... how can it be so terrifying?!" Everyone was startled.
"It's coming from the deepest part of the Heavenly Pivot ruins. Could it be that after six thousand years, someone is still alive in the underground palace?!"