# Chapter 515: A Stirring Storm
In the latter part of the night, the thick clouds scattered, starlight like water cascaded down, and the ancient city was shrouded in tranquility.
However, the city was not peaceful. The pungent smell of blood assailed the nostrils, and a dense aura of death permeated the air, as if a Shura field had descended upon the mortal world.
The great millstone formed by the Primordial Slaughter Formation had vanished. Under the cold moonlight, the ground was covered in a thick layer of bloody mud, along with some snow-white bone fragments.
This was a hair-raising scene—bone fragments mixed with bloody flesh. Anyone who witnessed it would be utterly horrified. It was a living hell on earth.
Except for Jiang Huairen, everyone had died. Not a single person had managed to escape. Such was the power of an ancient great emperor's formation—even just a fragmented corner of it had slaughtered everyone.
Ye Fan stood within the ancient slaughter formation but did not see Yao Xi or the Great Yan Holy Son Xiang Yifei. They had definitely come for him as well, but they had not entered the formation.
He gazed at the night sky, sensing not a single trace of aura. Those who had not entered the formation had been frightened away, intimidated by the might of the Primordial Slaughter Formation. No one dared to stay.
A long time later, figures appeared at the edge of the horizon, people showing up to observe from afar. All were horrified, chilled to the bone.
In the latter part of the night, the moonlight was gentle, but the entire ancient city was oppressively silent. Not a sound was heard, and no one ventured forth.
Ye Fan set a great fire. The broken bones and bloody mud on the ground crackled in the flames, eventually turning to ashes, burned completely clean.
Suddenly, he raised his head, sensing a crisis, but he found nothing.
"Could a Saint Lord-rank figure have arrived? Or perhaps a terrifying figure from the Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty is spying?" Ye Fan's heart trembled.
"Let's leave this place!" Wu Zhongtian and Jiang Huairen also did not wish to linger. This place would become the center of a storm; it was better to leave as soon as possible.
Black Emperor carved out formation patterns, then erased the Primordial Slaughter Formation. With a flash of light, they crossed through the void and vanished from the spot.
The next day, when the news broke, it caused an uproar!
This time at Smoke Cloud Ancient City, the attackers had suffered endless casualties. No one knew how many had lost their lives, with bodies falling in layers upon layers.
Among them were five Half-Step Great Powers, each a hegemon of their domain. If they could take one more step and evolve their own Dao, they would have been figures on par with the various Saint Lords. Unfortunately, they had perished here.
"What? Half-Step Great Powers have fallen? What level of cultivation has Ye Fan's group reached? How do they have such means?!"
"Is this true? Great experts of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm have been mowed down like weeds, countless casualties!"
"Everything is true. I saw it with my own eyes last night. It was truly a living hell on earth. Human lives were cheaper than grass. No matter how strong you were, you couldn't withstand a single strike from the slaughter formation!"
"The sky has been pierced. People of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm have fallen in waves. Although their true forms were hidden, there's no need to think twice—they were from the various great sects."
"What terrifying means! To annihilate everyone in one battle, this child inspires fear!"
The bloody night battle triggered a great earthquake. No one had imagined that Ye Fan possessed such means, daring to wipe out all the strong. People couldn't help but draw in cold breaths.
When daylight came, Ye Fan released Little Nannan from the Jade Purification Vase. The previous night's battle had been too bloody, and he hadn't let the little girl watch.
At this moment, they were in an oasis, lying low for a while. There was no need to think—the outside world must be in an uproar.
Liu Kou dragged a person and threw him heavily to the ground. "How do we deal with him?" This was the only captive who had survived the slaughter formation.
Jiang Huairen was terrified. As a great expert of the Dragon Transformation Eighth Transformation, his Wheel Sea had been crippled by an arrow, his divine power dried up. He was utterly despondent.
"You... what do you want?" His voice trembled. A bad life was better than a good death; he didn't want to die.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Ye Fan glanced at him.
Passing by a small village, Ye Fan stopped. He circled a fish pond and said, "This place is suitable for your retirement."
Jiang Huairen's face immediately turned green. He spotted a latrine pit by the fish pond and thought of what Ye Fan had once said. He felt like dying.
Ye Fan threw him like a javelin. With a "plop," a large splash of water erupted, and a foul stench filled the air.
"Ugh..." Jiang Huairen nearly vomited his bile, so nauseated he almost fainted. He shouted, "You... can't do this!"
Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "Your Wheel Sea is crippled, but your Dao Palace still remains. You can live at least a hundred or two hundred years. How about this—I don't want you to die, so I'll just seal you for a hundred years."
"No... help!" Jiang Huairen screamed, wishing he could slap himself to death. Why had he provoked these people? They even came up with such outrageous ideas.
Ye Fan paid him no heed. Beams of light shot from his ten fingers, sealing Jiang Huairen at the very bottom of the latrine pit. Then he carved a stone tablet and pressed it down on top.
"Finally, a breath of relief. Back in the Jiang Clan, those birds were too despicable. They deserve this kind of treatment!" Li Heishui laughed heartily.
"We should catch Jiang Yichen. That kid is the most hateful. Not sealing him in a latrine would be doing ourselves a disservice." Liu Kou's anger was still not appeased.
Several days passed, and the storm did not subside. It grew more intense. So many had died—powerful rogue cultivators and experts from Holy Lands alike—making it the focus of discussion.
"Do you know? The Holy Son of Zi Mansion is already dead, chopped in half by Ye Fan's sword."
"What? That's impossible? Too shocking!"
"Absolutely true, but no one will expose it. Among those who went to assassinate Ye Fan that night was this Holy Son, but he was killed like a nobody."
"Heavens, this is shocking news. Will Zi Mansion Holy Land let this go? The future master has been eliminated like this!"
"The Holy Son of Zi Mansion changed his appearance to assassinate the Sacred Body and ended up getting himself killed. Who can he blame? Even as a powerful Holy Land, there's no way to openly retaliate."
In recent years, this was the first time a Holy Son had perished in the Eastern Wasteland, naturally causing a great stir. It was the talk of every street and alley.
People knew that the great era of kings rising had arrived. There would inevitably be continuous battles, and the fall of Holy Son-level figures was unavoidable. The only question was who would reign supreme and look down on their generation.
"The Sacred Body is powerful. He killed a Holy Son from the Central Province and then a Holy Son from the Eastern Wasteland, constantly breaking precedents and sweeping all before him."
"Using a shocking slaughter formation to kill so many experts, then personally cutting down a Holy Son like a nobody—this was definitely intentional."
People discussed endlessly, everyone digging for inside information.
Sure enough, another shocking piece of news soon spread: the Holy Son of Wanchu was also dead!
"Two Holy Sons died in one night?!"
People were dumbfounded. The Zi Mansion Holy Son wasn't the only one; there was also the Wanchu Holy Son. Countless cultivators were stunned.
"The sky has truly been pierced. Two Holy Sons! Both dead! The era of continuous war has arrived!"
The Eastern Wasteland was shaken!
The bloody night battle was even more shocking than people had imagined. No one had expected Ye Fan to kill two Holy Sons in succession.
"This is a great enemy for all Holy Sons..."
"The Sacred Body has come from behind. It doesn't seem like he severed his own Dao. Could King Physician be lying?"
Many people were discussing.
Half a month later, Liu Kou flew back excitedly, laughing heartily. "I mobilized some connections, and it really worked."
Liu Kou brought a piece of news: Jiang Yichen was coming out and would attend the Yao Chi grand gathering. This was the perfect opportunity to catch him.
"Can you be sure?" Wu Zhongtian asked.
"Sun Kun sent someone with the message. I don't think there's any mistake."
Sun Kun was the grandson of the Tenth Great Bandit Sun Tianyun, also a descendant of a Great Bandit, and had a deep friendship with them.
Without another word, they crossed through the void and headed for the Yao Chi Holy Land. Of course, they didn't actually enter; they waited outside.
The Yao Chi Pure Land was filled with the fragrance of flowers and birdsong, the scenery picturesque. From afar, it seemed like a place of immortals.
"This kid really came!"
After waiting several days, Ye Fan and the others saw Jiang Yichen, walking together with a middle-aged man in purple.
The middle-aged man in purple had an imposing bearing. He walked like a dragon or tiger, as if an Heavenly Emperor had descended to the world. He was extraordinary—this was the extremely powerful Thirteenth Ancestor of the Jiang Clan.
"This legendary Old Thirteen is someone we can't afford to provoke..." Big Black Dog muttered.
Not only did this man possess immense magical power, but he also controlled a corner of the Eternal Universe Great Emperor's formation. If he locked onto them, they would surely be in grave danger.
"Are you sure the spatial trap we set will work? We're pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth!" Li Heishui said.
"This is a secret method from before the ancient times. I don't believe he's so cautious as to guard Jiang Yichen every step of the way." Big Black Dog said.
This Thirteenth Ancestor was extremely domineering and very arrogant. He certainly wouldn't think anyone would dare to snatch someone right under his nose. This was the conclusion they had drawn based on his personality, after some serious study.
"Alright, he's entered that area. Black Emperor, make your move!" Ye Fan urged.
Big Black Dog activated the formation patterns. The space in the distance blurred, and Jiang Yichen suddenly fell into a trap, letting out a startled cry.
"Hmph!"
The Thirteenth Ancestor snorted coldly and reached out to grab forward. But the blurry space flickered, and a black hole appeared. Jiang Yichen's figure continuously crossed through it.
"Chain spatial traps..." The Thirteenth Ancestor was startled. He quickly carved formation patterns in the void, trying to use the most profound innate patterns to stabilize this space.
"Too late. Aside from fearing your cultivation, my Dao pattern mastery far surpasses yours!" Big Black Dog grinned secretly in the shadows.
"Boom"
All the black holes disappeared. The void was calm and waveless, as if nothing had happened.
"Let's go too!" Ye Fan and the others quickly crossed through the void and vanished in the blink of an eye.
The Thirteenth Ancestor reacted swiftly. The moment Jiang Yichen disappeared, he immediately locked onto Ye Fan's group's position. With a long roar, he arrived in an instant.
But when he got there, everything had returned to calm. He hadn't even seen who the enemy was.
"Good, good, good. To dare snatch someone from my hands, you must have eaten the gall of a god!" He stood there for a long time, silently deducing something.
Over a hundred thousand miles away, Big Black Dog let out a long howl, appearing in a desert. "My methods—you want to deduce them? Go ahead and try."
"You..."
On an altar ahead, Jiang Yichen's figure materialized. He had been dragged here by the spatial trap, trapped on a blood-colored high platform.
"Big nephew, we meet again." Jiang Huairen walked over with ill intent.
"I say, kid, we've missed you so much." Li Heishui kept cracking his knuckles, grinning slyly.
Jiang Yichen's intestines were green with regret. Why had he gone to Yao Chi? Now he was cornered by these people. There was nothing worse than this. He really wanted to bash his head against something and die.
"Big nephew, why aren't you talking to your little uncle?" Jiang Huairen asked with a smile.
"Weren't you going to kill us? Back in the Jiang Clan, you summoned the wind and rain, so imposing. Continue now." Li Heishui laughed heartily.
"This kid is no good. He's not even fit to be this emperor's human pet. I want to choose a peerless Holy Maiden at the Yao Chi grand gathering." Black Emperor commented from the side.