Chapter 540: Small World
"Dead. A living fossil has fallen. He roamed the Eastern Wasteland for three thousand years, yet ended so desolate and inglorious."
"A legendary figure, once dominating the Eastern Wasteland with none daring to challenge him, yet on the verge of sitting in meditation and passing away, he met such an end."
Many sighed. For a supreme great figure to have a glorious life but die violently in his old age was nothing short of a tragedy.
No matter how great a hero you are, you must return to the yellow earth. But to leave this world in such a way was still regrettable.
"Senior Brother..." The Saint Lord of Yaoguang was grief-stricken, his heart filled with fury. Holy light surged from his body, and one hundred and eight divine rings blotted out the sun.
"Saint Lord, restrain your grief." The Holy Son of Yaoguang stepped forward, bowing deeply to offer consolation.
The Saint Lord of Yaoguang, Li Daoqing, looked at him. A glimmer of light flashed in his dim eyes as he said, "In the future, you must slay the Red Dragon."
"In this world, regardless of right or wrong, the dead are always easy to sympathize with and remember. Your lifespan is short, yet you sought to kill me in a desperate gamble. I cannot pity you."
The Red Dragon Daoist's expression was calm, even a little cold, as he stared at the shattered bloodstains. He coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Though the battle between living fossil-level terrifying figures was not particularly fierce, a single move could decide life or death, making it far more perilous.
The old Red Dragon Daoist had also been severely injured in the life-or-death duel. His physical form had nearly split apart, but this did not damage his foundation.
He drank a mouthful of divine spring water. Crimson light swirled around him, his wounds stopped bleeding, broken bones regenerated, and his vitality quickly recovered.
He stood in the ancient battlefield. His old, worn Daoist robe rustled in the wind, making every enemy extremely wary. No one dared to step forward for a short time.
The Red Dragon Daoist was too terrifying. His peerless demonic might suppressed all the heroes. No one dared to casually enter the arena. A single palm strike from this living fossil would surely annihilate both body and spirit.
"Heh heh..." The supreme old sect master of the Yin Yang Sect gave a fake smile, looking into the arena. "Red Dragon, you are truly imposing. But is it worth making such a move just for a junior?"
By now, everyone knew that Ye Fan's matter was merely a trigger. The two sides had long-standing grievances, and this was just the opportune moment for them to erupt.
"Wang Yangzhan, if you're not convinced, feel free to enter the arena and fight." The Red Dragon Daoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Red Dragon, do you really think you are invincible under heaven? Bullying the weak will surely lead to your own downfall." The old sect master of the Yin Yang Sect glanced lightly at Ye Fan, then fixed his gaze on the Red Dragon. "This child plotted against the heroes and deserves to be slain here. If you want to protect him, do you intend to make enemies of the entire world?"
"Do you represent the entire world?" The old Red Dragon Daoist wore a cold smile. "If you're not convinced, come in. We'll settle life and death here and now!"
The supreme old sect master of the Yin Yang Sect sneered coldly. "Fine. Let me test your invincible techniques under heaven."
He paced forward, unhurriedly, entering the arena. Behind him, a Yin Yang diagram rotated, making him appear unfathomably profound.
The crowd was astonished. Another living fossil had made a move. This old sect master from the Central Province was immensely famous. Over three thousand years old, he too was on the verge of sitting in meditation and passing away.
"Wang Yangzhan, you are just as you were in the past." The Crow Daoist spoke, stepping into the ancient battlefield one step at a time. "Are you trying to take advantage of Brother Red Dragon's injury to take his life?"
"He asked me to make a move myself!" Wang Yangzhan smiled faintly, turning to face the Crow Daoist.
"Brother Red Dragon, go down and rest. You need to regulate your breathing after nearly killing Wang Zheng. I'll fight him." The Crow Daoist spoke.
"Crow, what is the meaning of this? Red Dragon and I agreed to a life-and-death battle. Why are you butting in?" Wang Yangzhan's face darkened as he questioned.
"Daoist Master here finds you displeasing. I want to destroy you. Is that not allowed?!" The Crow Daoist was very arrogant. He wore a purple-gold crown, and his black-feathered Daoist robe flowed with eerie light.
Outside the ancient battlefield, the crowd was shocked. This peerless demon was indeed formidable, speaking without restraint, worthy of being a living fossil who could dominate the Eastern Wasteland.
"Let me handle it." The old Red Dragon Daoist spoke.
"No, I just can't stand him. I must fight him." The Crow Daoist insisted.
The Red Dragon Daoist laughed heartily, said no more, turned, and walked away. In a few flickers, he was out of the arena.
The supreme sect master of the Yin Yang Sect's expression shifted between gloom and brightness. He transmitted his voice: "Red Dragon, I wanted to settle our grievances with you, yet you retreat. What is the meaning of this?"
"First settle your grievances with the Crow. When my injuries are fully healed, I will fight you again." The old Red Dragon Daoist was completely unconcerned.
Outside the arena, everyone watched closely. Now, two more living fossils were facing off. The intense battles continued, and many were looking forward to it.
"Wang Yangzhan, I heard that the Holy Son and Holy Maiden of your Yin Yang Sect were both slain. Is that true?" The Crow Daoist deliberately brought up a sore subject.
Wang Yangzhan snorted coldly, not responding. His eyes were filled with nothing but coldness.
"A few days ago, your chosen successor, the vice sect master of the Yin Yang Sect, died at the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. That should be true, right?" The Crow Daoist taunted.
"Crow, you talk too much!" The old sect master of the Yin Yang Sect said coldly.
"Too much talk? I was just casually asking. Your judgment is really not good. The people you chose are all dead. You are quite unqualified as a sect master." The Crow Daoist laughed loudly.
"Enough nonsense. Let me see how your cultivation has progressed after more than a thousand years!" Wang Yangzhan shouted coldly. With a single move, life and death would be decided. Yet his blood energy was so vigorous. Even after exhausting his full strength, he still had the power to continue fighting.
"Clang!"
A violent tremor shook the area. The ancient mirror merged with the Yin Yang diagram evolved by Wang Yangzhan, becoming a tangible Dao. It transformed into a Yin Yang world!
"Yin Yang Life-and-Death Reincarnation Realm!" Many Saint Lord-rank figures were terrified. This old sect master was too terrifying, displaying a legendary technique.
"Caw!" The Crow Daoist let out a crow's cry. His brow shone with golden light, and a three-legged Golden Crow rushed out, merging with the divine bell.
Above, tens of thousands of incantation characters came to life, each ancient word reviving, presenting a divine bell world.
One could clearly see that on the ancient earth, giants roamed, savage dragons appeared, and three-legged Golden Crows streaked across the sky, overwhelmingly powerful.
"Boom!"
The divine bell rang. The ancient world within it trembled. Ten Golden Crows soared through the sky, wreaking havoc across the great world.
A violent collision occurred. The primeval world within the divine bell fiercely clashed with the Dao power evolved by the Yin Yang mirror!
Eternal light flooded the ancient battlefield. The primeval great world and the Yin Yang Life-and-Death Reincarnation Realm devoured each other.
Endless black holes connected into a single expanse. Broken Dao imprints arranged themselves in the void. Between the two living fossils, everything ceased to exist.
The crowd was horrified. Such a duel was truly terrifying. Even a Saint Lord entering would have their body and Dao destroyed, reduced to a bloody pulp.
"This is a living fossil! Though about to sit in meditation and pass away, in these final moments, they look down upon the Eastern Wasteland, finding no worthy opponent!"
"Thud."
The Yin Yang sect master fell out, his hair disheveled, his body covered in blood. He was nearly beaten to pieces, with white bone stubble exposed in many places.
"Thud."
On the other side, the Crow Daoist was not much better. Black feathers flew everywhere. Many cracks appeared on his body, stained with blood.
"Both of you, let it end in a draw. Do not fight any further." The Western Queen Mother of Yao Chi spoke.
The Red Dragon, the Azure Flood Dragon King, the Yin Yang Sect members, and others rushed into the arena one after another, each protecting a living fossil, separating the two.
"Fine, a draw it is!" The Yin Yang sect master nodded.
The Crow Daoist took a large gulp of divine spring water and shamelessly shouted, "I haven't had enough yet."
A fragrant scent wafted out. Everyone smelled it and naturally knew it was a life essence liquid. They were all speechless.
"Hmph!"
The Yin Yang sect master snorted in anger, strode out of the arena, and withdrew from the battlefield.
"Wang Yangzhan, are you afraid? I think we can still fight three hundred more rounds. Let's go again!" The Crow Daoist called out with an air of nonchalance.
At this point, the battle had come to an end. It could not continue.
Everyone withdrew from the ancient battlefield. For a moment, they fell silent. Several living fossils had made their moves one after another. Who would dare to enter now?
Ye Fan's heart jumped. The Red Dragon Daoist and the Crow Daoist were both injured. Yet among the Holy Lands, there seemed to be one or two more living fossils!
However, he was not too worried. If pushed to the limit, he would sacrifice the ancient sage. At worst, he would tear the sky apart!
At this moment, the Azure Flood Dragon King, one of the Thirteen Great Bandits, stepped forward. Without saying a word, he held a jar in his hand and swept his gaze over the crowd.
Many people had the urge to curse. That was Tu Fei's Devouring Demon Jar, which he had borrowed. Holding this artifact, who would dare to provoke him?
"Let it end here. All of you are outstanding talents of the world. If you fall, it would be a loss for the entire Eastern Wasteland." The Western Queen Mother mediated.
By now, few were willing to continue fighting. They were all wary of each other. Half an Extreme Imperial Weapon and living fossil-level existences were all uncertain factors.
Of course, what made people even more uneasy was that Yan Ruyu was present. If the Green Emperor's sacred weapon were to be brought out, it would be a catastrophe that would bring down the heavens.
"Then let's just execute this child." The Yin Yang sect master spoke.
"Execute your mother's head!" Ye Fan had long found this old fellow displeasing. He cursed out loud for the first time, provoking him with a challenging look.
"You..." The Yin Yang Sect members all surged forward in anger.
"Reporting to the Queen Mother..." A dozen or so beautiful women from Yao Chi flew over from the pure land, arriving outside the arena in the clouds.
"What happened?" The Western Queen Mother asked calmly.
"Ancient creatures have come to visit!" A white-robed beauty spoke, delivering a shocking piece of news.
"What?!" Everyone exclaimed, utterly stunned.
"Judging by their appearance, they are indeed ancient creatures. They claim to be from the Primordial Forbidden Zone and wish to enter Yao Chi." That female disciple replied.
No one could remain calm. A great uproar ensued. Everyone was alarmed.