Chapter 590: Immortal?
A vast expanse of white bones stretched across the land, covering the ground and piling up into mountains. This was a world of death, a realm of the dead.
This was a battlefield, an ancient battlefield that had witnessed a great war. The ground was littered with broken weapons, shattered divine artifacts, and fragments of ancient talismans, all corroded by the passage of time.
Ye Fan walked through this land, his heart filled with shock. The scale of this battlefield was unimaginable, stretching as far as the eye could see, with no end in sight.
"This is... a battlefield of the ancient saints?" he murmured to himself.
The bones beneath his feet emitted a faint glow, remnants of the power of the deceased. Some bones were crystalline, like jade, indicating that their owners had been powerful figures in life, at least at the Saint level.
Ye Fan bent down and picked up a broken sword blade. Although it was covered in rust, it still exuded a chilling aura. This was a weapon that had killed countless enemies.
"Such a fierce battle, how many experts fell here?" he sighed.
He continued forward, and the scene before him became even more shocking. Ahead, a huge skeleton sat cross-legged on the ground, its bones golden, as if cast from divine gold. This was a Great Saint-level figure, and even in death, he maintained a posture of cultivation.
Ye Fan approached and saw that the skeleton's chest was pierced by a black arrow, the arrow still embedded in the bone, exuding a demonic aura.
"This is... a weapon of the Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty?" Ye Fan's expression changed slightly.
He had heard of this ancient divine dynasty, a force that had once dominated the starry sky, specializing in assassination, and was feared by all. The black arrow before him was clearly a weapon of that dynasty.
Ye Fan carefully examined the surrounding environment and found many similar traces. This battlefield was not a simple confrontation but a great war involving multiple forces.
"Could it be related to the Ancient Human Path?" he speculated.
He remembered that the Ancient Human Path was a path of trials for human cultivators, filled with dangers and opportunities. This battlefield might be one of the trials.
Ye Fan continued deeper, and the scene before him became increasingly bizarre. He saw a mountain of bones, hundreds of feet high, piled up with countless skeletons. At the top of the bone mountain, a figure sat cross-legged, emitting a faint glow.
"Is that... a living person?" Ye Fan was startled.
He cautiously approached and found that the figure was an old man, his hair and beard white, his face weathered, but his eyes tightly shut, as if in deep slumber.
"Senior?" Ye Fan called out tentatively.
The old man did not respond, remaining motionless like a statue.
Ye Fan carefully observed and found that the old man's body was covered in cracks, as if it had been shattered and then pieced back together. This was a sign of severe injury, barely surviving.
"Could this be a survivor of that ancient war?" Ye Fan wondered.
He reached out to touch the old man, but before his hand made contact, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, emitting two beams of divine light that pierced the void.
"Who goes there!" the old man shouted, his voice hoarse, as if he had not spoken for ten thousand years.
Ye Fan was shocked and quickly stepped back, bowing respectfully: "Junior Ye Fan, passing through this place by chance, I disturbed senior's rest. Please forgive me."
The old man stared at Ye Fan, his gaze sharp, as if seeing through everything about him. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "A Sacred Body... interesting. It's been many years since I've seen a Sacred Body."
Ye Fan was secretly alarmed. This old man could see through his physique at a glance, clearly no ordinary person.
"Senior, may I ask what this place is?" Ye Fan asked cautiously.
The old man was silent for a moment, then said: "This is the burial ground of the ancient saints, a battlefield of the past era."
"The burial ground of the ancient saints?" Ye Fan was shocked.
"Yes, countless saints fell here, including Great Saints, Saint Kings, and even quasi-emperors." The old man's tone carried a hint of sadness.
Ye Fan took a deep breath. No wonder this place was so terrifying; it was a battlefield where top experts clashed.
"Senior, may I ask how you survived?" Ye Fan asked.
The old man smiled bitterly: "Survive? I am already dead, just a remnant of obsession, unwilling to dissipate."
Ye Fan was stunned. The old man before him was actually a remnant soul?
"I have waited here for countless years, waiting for someone who can inherit my legacy." The old man looked at Ye Fan, his eyes complex.
"Senior means..." Ye Fan's heart stirred.
"You have a Sacred Body, a physique that can bear the legacy of the ancient saints. If you are willing, I can pass on to you the supreme techniques I have comprehended in my lifetime." The old man said.
Ye Fan was overjoyed but also cautious: "Senior, may I ask what conditions you have?"
The old man laughed: "Smart. My condition is simple: if you have the chance in the future, help me kill a person."
"Who?" Ye Fan asked.
"A traitor of the human race, a betrayer who colluded with the ancient clans, causing the fall of countless human saints." The old man's tone turned cold.
Ye Fan was silent for a moment, then said: "If what senior says is true, I am willing to do it."
"Good!" The old man nodded, then raised his hand and pointed at Ye Fan's forehead.
A vast amount of information surged into Ye Fan's mind, including cultivation techniques, combat experience, and insights into the Dao. These were all the old man's lifelong accumulations.
Ye Fan felt his head swell as if it were about to burst, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
After a long time, the old man withdrew his hand, his figure becoming increasingly ethereal.
"Remember, that person is called... the Immortal." The old man's voice faded away.
"Immortal?" Ye Fan was shocked. What kind of existence was this?
But before he could ask further, the old man's figure completely dissipated, turning into specks of light that merged into the void.
Ye Fan stood there, lost in thought. The legacy he had just received was too vast, needing time to digest.
He looked around at the endless white bones and sighed softly. This was the price of the ancient war, the blood and lives of countless heroes.
"I will definitely find out the truth and avenge you all." Ye Fan said firmly.
He turned and left this land of death, continuing his journey forward. Ahead, there might be even greater dangers and opportunities waiting for him.
On this ancient battlefield, Ye Fan's path had just begun.