# Chapter 646: Dreamlike Divine Marrow
Ten thousand ages, a single azure lotus in the green sky, leaving only a sigh in the void, vanishing forever, never again appearing in the mortal world.
Many people felt immense emotion in their hearts, even great loss. Such a great emperor who shook the past and present, forever gone like this.
In his youth, Xiaoyao was spirited and vigorous, elegant as jade, wild and unrestrained in his younger days, leaving his contemporaries far behind, stunning the world.
Now, the hero's hair has turned white, forever departed, returning to the yellow earth.
His glory submerged an entire era. No one could rival his brilliance, not even the sun and moon in the sky—they could only dim in comparison.
Those of his generation had long since passed away, overshadowed by him, buried for many years. Only he remained solitary in the world, yet now he too has completely closed the curtain.
What would Green Emperor look like at twenty? How heroic and majestic? What scene at forty? What heroic spirit? At a hundred years old, how supremely invincible?
Everyone present asked themselves: if they were the same age, how vast would the gap be with Green Emperor? If born in the same generation, how far behind would they be left?
The living fossil-level figures compared themselves even more: if they were Green Emperor, what state would they be in after three thousand years? Certainly not struggling with a drying lifespan—they would likely have been invincible throughout the ages long ago!
Many young women felt ripples in their hearts—if they could accompany Green Emperor, they would have no regrets in this life.
A single green robe, a heroic life, ultimately coming from chaos and returning to chaos, leaving only a sigh.
Sword energy transformed into a thousand illusions as wind and clouds rose. A sheet of sword light illuminated the endless mountains of Qinling. Not everyone was lost in sentiment—some had already struck first, fighting for that piece of green copper.
Various magical artifacts rose together, divine weapons and sharp blades emerged simultaneously—golden cauldrons, stone bells, copper pagodas, silver furnaces—all flying out together, filling the sky densely as they descended together.
The Immortal Transformation Pool was Green Emperor's birthplace. He had taken root on the green copper block, and now appearing again was still the same. Everyone's heart was stirred!
The Golden Taiji Circle appeared. Ye Fan let out a great roar, battling experts from all sides. Beams of immortal light surged from the lake water, providing him with boundless dharma power.
With this circle manifested, ten thousand techniques could not touch him. He sent a Half-Step Great Power flying, the man coughing blood, his body trembling.
"Pfft"
On the other side, Northern Emperor Wang Teng appeared, even more fierce. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye opened, his gaze blazing, evolving the mysteries of the cosmos and starry sky. Each beam of light was like a Chaos Sword.
"Zheng," "Zheng"...
Wang Teng's gaze was like an ocean, his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye shooting in all directions, like heavenly swords chopping down. He cut apart a furnace that a Great Power had summoned, shattering it piece by piece, eventually piercing through it.
"Pfft"
His black hair flew wildly, lightning flashing from his eyes. Holding the Heavenly Emperor Sword, he arrived in one step, slashing horizontally. A flash of blood passed, and a fine head flew off.
A Great Power was thus beheaded by him, body and head separated, flying in opposite directions. Blood sprayed far, dyeing the shore of the Immortal Transformation Pool red.
"Bang"
A Demon Lord stepped forward, about to grab the green copper block. Wang Teng's feet blazed with golden divine light soaring to the sky. An ancient emperor's chariot appeared, surrounded by nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises, their radiance flooding heaven and earth.
The war chariot charged through, repelling the Demon Lord. The green copper block flew up, becoming masterless again. Wang Teng reached out with a large hand to grab it.
"Keng"
Ye Fan transformed into a dragon-shaped dao-mark curve of a Taiji diagram, crashing into Wang Teng's chariot, knocking it aside. With a thunderous boom, it nearly overturned.
"Seeking death!" Wang Teng was very cold. He raised his sword and slashed, a golden rainbow cutting out.
On the other side, several Eastern Wasteland Saint Lords made their moves, reaching forward to grab the green copper. Various Saint Lord-rank weapons emerged together.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, at the ancient dragon vein cave, misty clouds surged into the sky. The Monkey raised his great staff and swept horizontally, piercing through an ancestral root. Over a dozen living beings fled—some like small horses, others like flying swallows...
"Dreamlike Divine Marrow!"
Everyone exclaimed. Fragrant aroma spread everywhere. Even from afar, everyone could smell it, almost seeping into people's bones and souls.
"Bang"
The Monkey reached out a golden large hand, grabbing a squirrel-like creature into his grasp. He raised his head and roared to the sky, using all his power to refine it into a piece of dragon marrow.
"Heavens, Dreamlike Divine Marrow!"
None of the sect masters could remain calm. Many abandoned the fight for the green copper block and rushed straight toward the ten-thousand-year dragon cave. For those whose lifespans were nearly exhausted, this was the most precious immortal treasure in the world.
The Monkey caught one, and others grew excited. There were still over a dozen immortal spirits. If they could catch them all, what a divine treasury that would be?!
Of course, the green copper was the supreme treasure of Central Province. Not all top figures gave up. Many still fought for it, all striking with full force.
Ye Fan and Wang Teng were almost locked together. Ye Fan used the Battle Saint Art to evolve the Golden Taiji Circle, impervious to ten thousand techniques, using the immortal pool's light to replenish his divine power as he fought the Northern Emperor.
The two clashed fiercely. Ordinary people couldn't get close at all. Only Saint Lord-rank figures could contend with them. Both had the intention of killing their opponent, making the battle especially brutal.
"Bang"
A golden Taiji descended from the sky, colliding with the nine dragons, nine phoenixes, nine tigers, and nine black tortoises, producing earth-shaking thunder. The golden war chariot rumbled like thunder, with ten thousand bolts of lightning, dazzling and brilliant.
On top of it, an ancient emperor's phantom flickered faintly, almost manifesting in reality, emitting a terrifying fluctuation that made people's scalps go numb.
The sounds continued without end. With a violent shock, both Ye Fan's Golden Taiji Circle and the ancient war chariot trembled, nearly cracking apart.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt a chill of terror in his heart. If not for the immortal light flying in like an ocean, this ancient war chariot would truly be difficult to withstand. The emperor shadow on top was too terrifying.
"Boom"
Another violent shock. Ye Fan unleashed everything, including the Immortal-Sealing Six Seals, using the Immortal Transformation Lake as his own. The void was filled with imprints everywhere, strange characters everywhere, like little dragons swimming.
The golden ancient war chariot was also like an abyssal ocean. Golden divine light surged out. Four sacred spirits, nine of each kind, surrounded it like they were guarding the ancient Ziwei Emperor Star, making people tremble.
"Boom"
Finally, the ancient emperor opened his eyes, emitting a sound like the birth of the universe, piercing through heaven and earth in an instant. Ye Fan's whole body turned cold as he retreated.
"Ah..."
A series of screams came from behind. Over a dozen powerful cultivators stained the yellow earth with blood, all falling down, pierced by the power unleashed by the ancient emperor's phantom.
"Ye Fan, surrender your life!" Wang Teng roared. The Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand slashed straight down. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye also opened, and at the same time, a strange power struck out.
Ye Fan's heart shook. He sensed a familiar aura. The opponent's body carried a power that felt familiar and close to him!
The Nine Secrets!
The opponent was using the Nine Secrets to attack him, clearly a terrifying ultimate art. At this moment, he executed the Stride Art, dodging to one side, then displayed various ultimate arts, combining many secret techniques into one and striking out.
With a roar, Source Art stirred the immortal lake, making it boil like a vast ocean, surging against the Northern Emperor.
"Boom"
Suddenly, a violent shock came from afar. The Great Xia Imperial Lord regained control of the Supreme Emperor Sword, rushing from a distant mountain peak toward this place. The extreme imperial weapon's might surged.
This was a very terrifying power. Although not as terrifying as in the hands of a Sacred Spirit that could cut down falling stars from beyond the domain, it could still annihilate all living beings here.
However, he didn't dare attack everyone at once. After all, Great Xia wasn't the only one with an extreme imperial weapon in this world. Other great powers also had them. If he killed everyone here, someone would surely dare to destroy Great Xia in the future.
On the other side, Red Dragon Daoist and Peacock King also regained control of the Chaos Azure Lotus, confronting the Supreme Emperor Sword. The two canceled out most of the imperial might. Otherwise, everything here would have shattered.
"Boom"
Duan De finally made his move as well, standing together with Old Blind Man. The two incomplete imperial weapons combined, forming the most terrifying Ancient Devouring Demon Jar.
At this moment, everyone trembled in fear. A faint, ethereal sigh could be heard, making even some living fossil-level figures feel terrified.
"The deity within this extreme imperial weapon has always been alive. It's very easy to awaken!" Everyone's hairs stood on end. If it struck out once, the million-mile Qinling Mountains would cease to exist.
Duan De and Old Blind Man weren't after the green copper. They appeared before the ten-thousand-year dragon cave, fighting for the Dreamlike Divine Marrow.
The so-called Dreamlike Divine Marrow was only one plant, but it had grown to an astonishing degree. The mother plant had given birth to some small living beings. Although they were agile and possessed extreme speed, it was hard for all of them to escape under an imperial weapon.
As soon as the Devouring Demon Jar appeared, supreme imperial might surged, reaching the eight extremes and six directions. It immediately plunged into the ground, forcibly capturing two living beings—a golden little dog and a pink little mouse.
"Haha..." Fatty Duan laughed wildly, but his eyes also glanced toward the distant green copper. Old Blind Man also rolled his eyes, revealing his true heavenly eyes, extremely excited.
Seeing this scene, others' eyes grew even redder. Some of the top figures fighting for the green copper block also rushed over, entering the ancient cave.
"Boom!"
The Central Emperor appeared, attacking with great force. Each punch collapsed a section of the ancient cave, step by step approaching the deepest part of the dragon vein.
At the same time, the Ji Family Saint Lord, Yaoguang Saint Lord, Jiang Family Saint Lord, and others arrived, practically covered in blood. They had killed several powerful enemies, fighting their way into the dragon cave.
"Roar..."
Top figures shook mountains and rivers with their roars, fighting to the death.
By the immortal pool, the battle had nearly reached a fever pitch. Eight Saint Lord-rank figures had already died. This was a world-shaking event. In the era after the ancient emperor's passing, they were the masters of this land!
"Clang," "Clang"...
Ye Fan and Wang Teng fought, finally separating again. Wang Teng's golden ancient war chariot truly had something strange about it. Moreover, he possessed endless secret techniques, displaying a world-suppressing secret art of Chaotic Ancient Emperor, killing a second Great Power!
It could be said that here, riding the golden ancient war chariot, he was nearly invincible, sweeping all before him.
"Ye Fan, surrender your life!"
"Bang"...
Another fierce battle erupted. The Golden Taiji Circle was almost shattered. However, the immortal lake here had endless immortal light to borrow, making up for Ye Fan's lack of dharma power.
He used Source Art and sacred techniques to fight, contending against this powerful opponent.
Facing the golden ancient war chariot, not only Ye Fan was wary. Even other Saint Lords and Demon Lords were also afraid, having to retreat.
Because once the ancient emperor's phantom on the golden war chariot opened its eyes, it could almost erase any powerful enemy. Everyone had to dodge.
Brutal slaughter. Many people died unnatural deaths. But the green copper block still hadn't fallen into anyone's hands. Anyone who approached it fell.
"Boom!"
Over a dozen cultivators were knocked into the immortal lake. One of them cried out in surprise, stepping on a fist-sized object that pierced through his foot, blood dripping.
"This is..."
When others saw that object, they were all shocked. A fragment of a legendary Saint Weapon!
"Pfft"
This cultivator was immediately beaten into a bloody mist. A group of strong fighters pounced over, fighting for that weapon fragment.
On the shore, the heroes fought fiercely. Wang Teng himself could battle Saint Lords, unmatched in the world. Coupled with standing on the golden ancient war chariot, where the ancient emperor occasionally opened his eyes to erase powerful enemies, he swept all before him.
Here, only Ye Fan could contend with him using Source Art. It must be said that the Source Heaven Scroll seized the mysteries of heaven. In such a peerless immortal land, it could make a person capable of anything.
Finally, the Northern Emperor gained absolute initiative. He was the first to reach the green copper block, grabbing it in his hand. His eyes glanced at Ye Fan not far away, revealing a cold light.
"Dong"
However, suddenly the green copper block shook. It flew up from Wang Teng's hand, heading toward Ye Fan. At this critical moment, Ye Fan finally executed the "Weapon" Art, which he had just begun to grasp, stealing another's sacred weapon!
"Weng!"
Suddenly, the void trembled. Terrifying Soaring Immortal Force struck, attacking Ye Fan's back. In the distance, three hundred and sixty-five golden deity phantoms appeared together, like a starry sky shifting horizontally.