Chapter 665: Startling Sighting of the Peerless Divine King
A light boat drifted downstream along the river, with towering green mountains on both banks, apes crying and tigers roaring. Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the small boat, drinking alone, as the water flowed sometimes gently, sometimes swiftly.
He had been unable to find Black Emperor for days. That dead dog had become a legend in the Eastern Wasteland, having nearly trapped and killed the Northern Emperor not long ago, truly shaking the vast Eastern Land.
Yet Ye Fan was not in a hurry to search for him. As long as Little Nannan and the others were safe, he had no worries. During this time, he traveled through the famous mountains and rivers of the Eastern Wasteland, cultivating peacefully, living very naturally.
"Sunset Valley, the secluded retreat of a distant ancient sage. Time has changed everything; after over a hundred thousand years, nothing remains."
The great river flowed eastward, scouring the grand canyon. Now, Sunset Valley had become a vast marsh, and the last traces left by the ancient sage had vanished.
Ye Fan stood at the bow of the boat, pouring a cup of wine into the water. The river rushed past, but the small boat remained unmoving, quietly anchored in place as he gazed intently.
Sunset Valley had long been submerged by the waters, with only a few hilltops rising above the surface, winding like dragons and snakes, or resembling giant turtles gazing at the moon—very strange and peculiar.
"In the past, that sage created the Turtle-Snake Twelve Swords, sweeping through the Eastern Wasteland and establishing a renowned, supreme great sect. All the Holy Lands came to pay homage."
"Alas, no matter how great the legacy, there comes a day when it reaches its end. Flourishing to the extreme, then declining—it lasted only twenty thousand years. So fast, leaving one stunned, vanishing into the dust of time."
"Sigh, the Turtle-Snake Twelve Swords have thus become a lost art, a peerless technique that shook the ages, gone forever."
Ye Fan cultivated his body, wandering freely. Encountering such ancient sites, he naturally paid his respects, hoping to feel the Dao marks and mental journey of his predecessors.
"The Turtle-Snake Twelve Swords—could they be connected to these mountain ridges?" He gazed at the remaining hilltops, rising from the water, shaped like spirit snakes or old turtles.
The sunset was vivid, the evening sun like blood, dyeing the horizon red. The hilltops seemed to possess a spirit, as if dancing in the afterglow, like turtles and snakes rising together.
"Is it the mountains moving, the water moving, or the heart moving?"
Ye Fan calmed his mind, releasing his divine sense, spreading it across all the snake-like ridges and turtle-shaped mountains. In an instant, the mountains, rivers, and rolling waters all roared, emitting sounds like great bronze bells and stone chimes.
"This is..."
The spiritual imprints of ancient sages, spanning thousands of years, never extinguished. At this moment, he stirred them, and they all resonated, as if hundreds of great bells were vibrating.
The river surged, rolling up to the sky; the cliffs towered, rumbling and shaking. Various holy lights flickered, illuminating the entire world, making it impossible to remain silent, and he appeared in the Central Domain.
At the same time, a very bad signal appeared on the Eastern Land: a primeval creature had emerged, coming from the north, traveling through famous mountains and great rivers.
"The Sacred Body? A joke. Before my race, any physique is nothing but a clay chicken or a pottery dog—utterly fragile and unable to withstand a single blow!" The first young primeval royal clan member had emerged, releasing such words.
This was a powerful ancient creature, breaking out of divine source. Though very young, it inspired caution. Someone had seen the Northern Emperor Wang Teng walking with him, personally accompanying him.
"Brother Wang, I will help you deal with this so-called Sacred Body. When my race wants to kill someone, no one in heaven or earth can stop them!" A young primeval royal clan member spoke thus, with purple hair, sharp eyes, arrogant and cold.
"Your Holy Prince has ties with him. If you do this, will it cause internal discord among the primeval races?"
"The Battle Saint Emperor has long since passed away in the ancient era. What kind of prince is he now? If he cannot match the descendants of our royal clan, he is just a sacred ape!" The young primeval royal clan member sneered repeatedly.
"As long as I can find Ye Fan, I can crush him to death with a single finger!" Wang Teng said coldly.
In the Northern Domain, within a range of ancient mountains, in a magnificent underground ancient palace, two people sat facing each other, discussing thus.
"No matter. Finding him is not impossible. When my clan's ancestral king attained the Dao in his youth, he refined a divine lake with infinite wonders. It is now placed deep within an ancient cave. If we combine our strength to activate it, we can reflect his traces," the young primeval royal clan member said.
In a vast cavern, one or two massive blocks of divine source could be seen from time to time, sealing powerful ancient creatures within, floating and sinking, incredibly terrifying.
They walked deeper and saw a small lake ten zhang in circumference, pale golden in color, flowing with eerie light. The two joined forces to activate it, and it immediately emitted a wailing sound.
Then, the pale golden lake rippled with light, trembled, and then smoothed like a mirror, reflecting a stretch of mountains and land.
"Think of that person's appearance in your mind, silently recite his name!" the young primeval royal clan member reminded.
Wang Teng let out a low shout, and nine dragons, nine phoenixes, nine tigers, and nine black tortoises surged up together, flooding the ancient cave with brilliant light. Like the Central Emperor, he was surrounded by four immortal spirits at the center.
"Splash—"
The pale golden divine lake rang out, water light flowing, and a mountain range appeared, majestic and vast. On a sheer cliff stood a figure—it was Ye Fan.
"Swish—"
Suddenly, Ye Fan turned his head to look, as if a tangible gaze pierced through the divine lake, shattering all the images instantly.
"He has a secret treasure on him that can block our probing. But this is enough—he has come to the Northern Domain. I have been to that place!" the primeval royal clan member sneered.
"I will go kill him now!" Wang Teng stood up immediately.