Chapter 671: A Star Fragment Stained with Imperial Blood
Within the Ji Family’s ancient hall built by Emperor Void himself, endless stars twinkled. This was an eternal void, seemingly not belonging to this world.
With a fleeting glance, eons passed, star domains shifted, and the universe’s primordial evolution unfolded—a realm of profound mystery. This ancient hall was filled with chaotic mist; standing within it, one could not tell what year it was.
Only honored guests of the Ji Clan could enter, and outsiders might not gain access even once in several years. Here lay the secrets of attaining the Dao of Void, with a wisp of an Emperor’s might flowing through the air.
Legend held that after Emperor Void returned from his earth-shattering battle in the Immortal Mountain, he spent his final years in this very hall, where he eventually passed away.
“A Great Emperor of the human race—what kind of battle did he face that forced him into seclusion upon his return? What did he encounter?”
“Did he die in battle, or did his lifespan simply run out?”
These were the questions of all who entered the Void Ancient Hall, accompanied by boundless reverence. Had Emperor Void not charged alone into the depths of the Immortal Mountain with a heart set on death, who knows how many humans would have survived on the continent.
Inside the Void Ancient Hall, endless stars shimmered, as if facing the eternal starry sky. It was here that the Ji Clan’s Great Emperor buried himself in the boundless, unknown void, vanishing from the mortal world.
To find the ancient tomb of Emperor Void, one had to enter from this place, and only then might a clue be found; otherwise, there would never be a chance.
“Did Emperor Void truly die?” Wang Teng asked. He was fortunate enough to enter the Void Ancient Hall as an honored guest alongside his great-grandfather and father, sipping tea there.
“The ancient emperors of the Primordial Era, the supreme Great Emperors of humanity—no matter how brilliant or heaven-defying their power, they could not withstand the erosion of time. All must eventually pass away,” sighed a living fossil of the Ji Clan.
Suddenly, a fiery red bird flew in, like the legendary Vermilion Bird, casting a haughty glance at everyone present, unafraid of any Saint Lord-rank figure.
A divine thought shot from its brow, transmitting into the heart of a Ji Clan living fossil, causing his expression to shift as he remained silent for a long time.
The Wang family members clearly sensed something amiss. Wang Teng’s father asked, “What has happened?”
“Some events have occurred in the Northern Domain,” the Ji Clan living fossil said.
Before long, a jade tablet flew into the Void Ancient Hall from outside, projecting a scene that faithfully displayed everything that had happened in the Divine City.
“Smack!”
Wang Teng crushed the teacup in his hand and shot to his feet. His hair bristled with rage—he could no longer tolerate it! His stone gambling establishment had been uprooted by the Sacred Body, shaking the Eastern Wasteland and marking a great disgrace for the Wang Clan.
“I will surely slay the Sacred Body and offer him as a sacrifice to the spirits of my Wang Clan!”
The Northern Emperor issued a solemn oath. He was currently a guest of the Ji Clan, and Ye Fan’s actions were a severe provocation. Combined with past grievances, a battle to the death was inevitable.
“Wang Teng, I await you in the Northern Domain. Clean your head well—I will come to sever it!”
That day, Ye Fan issued the same declaration in the Divine City, shaking the entire city. The words spread swiftly, setting the entire Eastern Wasteland ablaze.
One was hailed as a reincarnation of an ancient emperor, no weaker than a young Great Emperor; the other was the Sacred Body, who upon great accomplishment could contend with a Great Emperor. Was this a preview of the future?
The battle between these two would undoubtedly draw the attention of the entire Eastern Wasteland, and even the five great domains would focus their gaze. This was a battle concerning the future.
Everyone eagerly awaited. Ye Fan had already issued his challenge in the Divine City, calling for the Northern Emperor to come and fight. Given the Northern Emperor’s temperament, he would surely cross over.
Above the Void Ancient Hall of the Ji Clan, the space was profoundly deep. Stars flickered, seemingly connected to the depths of the universe. Suddenly, a soft sound rang out, and a palm-sized meteorite fell down.
“What is this?!”
Everyone stood up. Even the steady living fossil knocked over tables and chairs in his rush to get there, because they sensed a wisp of Imperial might.
“Is it a secret treasure left by our ancestor?”
Several Ji Clan elders trembled. They felt an aura similar to the Void Mirror, with a terrifying divine energy flowing that was frightening enough to nearly make them collapse to the ground.
“Clang!”
A metallic sound rang out as the blue star fragment fell into Wang Teng’s hand, flashing with eerie light and carrying an inexplicable Dao resonance.
At that moment, the Ji Clan members all changed color. Why was this happening? How could the Ji Clan’s inheritance choose to fall into an outsider’s hands? This was hardly a good omen.
However, they were not worried. In this Void Ancient Hall, no one could act recklessly—not even Wang Teng, hailed as a reincarnated ancient emperor. He would have to hand it over.
“A trace of blood—this is…”
Everyone was shocked. On the palm-sized blue star fragment was a streak of blood, as if freshly spilled, incredibly vivid.
“How can there be bloodstains? It looks like it was just splashed on!”
Several top-tier figures were alarmed. The feeling of this blood was too familiar—it matched the aura of the Void Mirror.
Moreover, a divine energy flowed, compelling people to kneel, originating from the bright red blood!
“Thump!”
Behind them, a Great Power who probed with his divine sense was suppressed and fell to the ground, unable to withstand the abyssal pressure.
“Could this be a drop of our ancestor’s blood?!” The Ji Clan members trembled, even the living fossil shuddering with extreme excitement.
They did not know what had happened, nor why this blue star fragment had fallen from the boundless void, carrying a trace of Emperor Void’s blood.
“Our ancestor buried himself in the endless void. No one knows where his ancient tomb lies. How can a star fragment stained with his blood appear now?”
A Ji Clan living fossil reached out to take it from the Northern Emperor’s hand, but found it immovable. Instead, he was sent flying dozens of zhang away, shattering many jade tables and chairs.
“How dare you act recklessly in my Ji Clan!” An elder darkened his face and prepared to attack Wang Teng.
“Please calm your anger. It is not my son’s disrespect—look, it is the power of the blue star fragment. My son is in an unconscious state,” Wang Teng’s father quickly stepped forward.
At the same time, a Wang Clan ancestor also stepped forward, saying, “With Teng’er’s strength, he can indeed dominate the world, but he could never repel a living fossil like this.”
“This is…”
Everyone in the Void Ancient Hall was startled. Wang Teng stood motionless as the blue star fragment flowed with one rune after another, appearing in his eyes.
Endless starry skies, shooting stars streaking across—these flickered in his eyes, with various characters flashing, a bizarre sight of Dao marks rising and falling.
“Hmph!”
The Ji Clan members snorted coldly. This star fragment stained with Emperor Void’s blood rightfully belonged to them, yet it had fallen into an outsider’s hands.
“Elders, please calm your anger. This belongs to the Ji Clan; we naturally will not take it away,” a Wang Clan Great Power said, cold sweat dripping from him.
Wang Teng’s father, however, smiled and said, “This proves that my son has a bond with the Ji Clan. Even Emperor Void has manifested his spirit. I believe this marriage is destined by heaven.”
“Later, let Teng’er recite the inheritance he received without missing a single word,” the Wang Clan great-grandfather spoke.
The Ji Clan’s expressions shifted constantly, especially the elders, who were all deep in thought. The reappearance of Emperor Void’s secret treasure—what kind of inheritance would it be?
“Just how great is Wang Teng’s fortune? The Void Ancient Hall sends down a sacred object, yet it falls into his hands,” the Ji Clan elders had to consider carefully. They felt that the Northern Emperor might truly be unstoppable, destined to rise.
That very day, news spread to the outside world: Wang Teng had obtained Emperor Void’s inheritance, gaining recognition from a part of the Ji Clan, and might very well form a marriage alliance with them.
“What? Emperor Void left another inheritance before his passing?!”
“And it chose Wang Teng—he obtained it? Is this true?”
In the Eastern Wasteland, many major powers received the report, all shocked. This was an event of great impact—the Emperor’s final insights before death were surely immensely important!
“How can Wang Teng have such fortune? Is he truly destined to attain the Dao and become an Emperor?!” Everyone was stunned. To gain Emperor Void’s recognition—what kind of invincible potential was that?
“It seems the Ji Clan truly will form an alliance with the Wang Clan. Ji Ziyue, the little moon of the Ji Family, will marry into the Northern Plains!” People were astonished to discover that the two major powers might break taboos and bind together.
Rumors had long circulated that some within the Ji Clan opposed this marriage, wanting to discuss it later, while others strongly supported it.
Now, with this major event, the opposition would likely dwindle sharply, and the marriage alliance would face no further obstacles, creating great waves.
Within a few days, news spread that several Ji Clan elders had successively agreed to the marriage. It was said that the inheritance Wang Teng had handed over was astonishing—a peerless ancient scripture.
“I will not marry!” This was Ji Ziyue’s resistance, but the voice of the Ji Family’s little moon alone seemed unlikely to change much.
In just a few days, the Northern Emperor’s cultivation of the scripture on the blue star fragment made terrifying progress. Above a cave dwelling in the Ji Clan, all kinds of fearsome phenomena appeared.
True Dragons, Divine Phoenixes, and others all prostrated at the feet of a central Great Emperor, and that imperial figure was himself—a majestic golden body. Various sacrificial sounds arose, with many deities worshipping him.
Even the Ji Clan’s senior figures were shaken. They also cultivated this scripture, but none could match the Northern Emperor’s speed. In just a few days, he had comprehended the Dao and reached a profound realm.
The Northern Emperor’s prestige soared. The Ji Clan elders who had harbored doubts now looked at him with new eyes. Such talent was nearly unmatched.
“He will surely attain the Dao in the future!” Many were shaken, their attitudes shifting dramatically, no longer as hesitant as before.
No one deliberately concealed the news. When it spread outside, the entire Eastern Wasteland fell silent. This powerhouse from the Northern Plains suffocated the younger generation.
Many senior figures sighed, worrying for their descendants. After they died, who could contend with such a Northern Emperor? Even now, they themselves felt powerless.
The Divine Ruins—a vast, ancient region. Many places were barren, with red earth like blood, but there were also areas teeming with life, where tens of thousands of years of ancient herbs grew, their fragrance rich.
A large black dog carried a delicate, jade-like little girl, sneaking through this region like a thief, muttering incessantly.
“Damn, there really is… a Southern Heavenly Gate! Could there truly be an ancient Heavenly Court deep inside?!” It gazed into the distance, seeing a grand ancient gate in the Divine Ruins, so towering it seemed to rival the heavens.
“Doggy, when will we go find big brother?” Little Nannan was like an exquisite porcelain doll, well-behaved and delicate, endearing to all.
“In a while. Speaking of which, he’s really in big trouble. Even the Ji Clan has likely planted the seeds of disaster. How could that blue star fragment be Emperor Void’s inheritance? Stained with his imperial blood—just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle!” the big black dog muttered in a barely audible voice.
“Doggy, what are you saying?” Little Nannan blinked her big eyes, gently patting it.
“I remember Emperor Wu Shi once said that the supreme existence deep in the Immortal Mountain uses a weapon forged from Eternal Blue Gold of the starry sky. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine. That fragment is likely a piece of a weapon that struck Emperor Void and fell out—though stained with his blood, it’s the inheritance of the Immortal Mountain!”
In the Northern Domain, Ye Fan also received news of Wang Teng’s recent developments. He fell silent. His opponent’s fortune truly exceeded his imagination.
However, he was fearless. He issued his strongest battle cry, spread by countless cultivators across the Eastern Wasteland.
“When osmanthus blooms and the moon is full, atop Purple Mountain, a battle to the death!”
On the night of the full moon, the Sacred Body would fight the Northern Emperor atop the Ancient Emperor Mountain, shaking everyone. Even the ancient creatures learned of it, for it was a pilgrimage site from the Primordial Era.