# Chapter 695: Arriving at the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain
Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the void, gazing toward the Big Dipper Star Domain from within eternal darkness. There were faint lights there, familiar old friends—he wondered how they were doing now.
Seven years had passed. Many things must have happened. What had become of those former enemies and friends? Were they still as before?
Zhou Yi, Wang Ziwen, Lin Jia—he hadn't seen them since they parted ways. Were they still alive? What was Pang Bo, that old friend who had shared life and death with him, doing now?
Had Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen, Wu Zhongtian, and the others reunited with Tu Fei, who had been thrown into the Northern Plains?
Was that bastard Black Emperor still barking and wreaking havoc across the world? Yet why did he feel a vague unease, a worry for him? Had something bad happened?
Seven years had passed. Had Little Nannan grown up? What changes had she undergone?
Ji Ziyue—that beautiful girl, radiant both inside and out—was she still gazing at the stars now? Was she still grinding her little teeth and silently reciting his name?
Ji Haoyue, born with an invincible physique, had he become the number one figure among the younger generation of the Eastern Wasteland?
Thinking of him inevitably brought the Holy Son Yao Guang to mind. That unfathomable, heaven-defying genius—had he truly soared to the heavens? When he made his move, it would surely shake heaven and earth, stunning the world!
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, Yao Xi, Yan Ruyu, Golden Wing Little Peng King, Xia Jiuyou, Central Emperor, Southern Demon, Western Bodhisattva—so many others—what achievements had they all made now?
The two divine dynasties, Mortal World and Hell—had their strongest divine sons, who specialized in killing kings, emerged? What pressure had they brought upon the kings of the Five Domains?
The Holy Lands of the Eastern Wasteland, the Imperial Dynasties of the Central Province, the ancient monasteries of the Western Desert—had any major events occurred over these many years?
Was the sick old man Gai Jiuyou of nine thousand years? How was his health now? Was the Battle Victory Buddha on Mount Sumeru truly the monkey's uncle? How high was his cultivation now? Had the ancient royal clans of the primeval era emerged? What pressure would they bring upon the human race?
The Ancient Forbidden Land—the nine dragons had pulled the coffin away. Had something changed beneath that endless abyss?
Immortal Mountain—within it were Netherworld Grass, Black Tortoise Divine Medicine, the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree, and a sacred spirit formed from Immortal Tear Green Gold. At its deepest depths, was the supreme existence guarded by the headless knight about to emerge?
The Primordial Ancient Mine—the most mysterious place. Even the ten thousand clans of the primeval era dared not approach it. Back then, he had seen it devouring the radiance of sun, moon, and stars, a vast whiteness with ancient corpses floating and sinking. Now that the ancient beings had awakened, could the great secrets of the ages be unveiled?
Divine Ruins—it had the Southern Heavenly Gate and ancient Heavenly Court palaces. Had the monkey gone to seek the Battle Saint Ape clan's Immortal Flat Peach Tree?
Immortal Mound—legend said it was a vast cemetery of immortals. Were immortals truly buried there? He had never been there...
Too many, too many. Ye Fan's mind would occasionally wander, and he would suddenly think of many past events in the Big Dipper Star Domain, most of them concentrated in the Eastern Wasteland.
"I had wanted to risk everything to return to my homeland, but instead I ended up drifting in the universe. Now I'm afraid there's no way back."
Facing this vast celestial expanse, he truly felt his own insignificance. Not to mention a tiny physical body—even a great star, even an entire star domain, counted for nothing, as insignificant as dust.
In this boundless starry universe, humanity was truly too small. Human strength seemed even more insignificant. To travel from one star domain to another might require flying for hundreds of lifetimes.
Let alone going from one end of the dark universe to another ancient domain—it was truly too difficult, nearly impossible.
"I'll most likely drift forever, as cosmic dust, until my life ends, never to see anyone again." Ye Fan sighed softly.
There was nothing to be done about it—he had no power to change it. Unless he continuously broke through ranks and became an existence like an ancient sage, perhaps he could still return.
"Seven years, and yet my heart always jumps with alarm. Has something happened? If some old friends have already fallen in battle, I couldn't even see them off."
Ye Fan was suddenly startled. Could it be that someone had truly died? Why did he occasionally feel uneasy, even awakened from meditation? Could it be that a great upheaval had truly occurred in the Eastern Wasteland?
"My enemies—some of them truly cannot be fathomed. If they take out their anger on Pang Bo and the others, that would be terrible..."
The two divine sons of the Assassin Divine Dynasty had never appeared. The people of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest would eventually learn that he had led people to stir up trouble there...
In the dark universe, Ye Fan sighed softly, helpless. He had now become a Saint Lord-rank figure, but even with heaven-defying divine abilities, he could not help.
"A Great Power-level Sacred Body—unfortunately, it cannot intimidate them!"
For seven long years, he had drifted alone in the lifeless universe, enduring boundless solitude, finally achieving his current accomplishments.
Compared to the past, his cultivation speed over these seven years had not been exceptionally fast, but it had been incomparably solid, strengthening every step. If he wanted to attain the Dao, this was necessary.
Yet compared to others, this cultivation speed was still considered very fast.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's mind shook. The green-robed old man beside him seemed to revive. His dim, lifeless eyes suddenly blazed in the dark night sky like two exploding stars.
From his gaze flew two incomplete five-colored altars, which collided and formed a perfectly intact ancient array platform.
"This is..." Ye Fan was greatly astonished.
This was all too unexpected. The being he had thought was dead and gone, a divine thought that could barely exist, had repeatedly surprised him. Now it had produced an altar.
"Send me back to Ziwei Ancient Star, and I will give you a great fortune. Abandon me, and you will be cursed for a hundred lifetimes..."
The green-robed old man's expression was terrifying. He uttered these words in a low voice, then his body rapidly disappeared, pouring into the five-colored altar.
In the end, only a shadowy figure remained, clutching that stone coffin, repeating those curse-like words, staring fixedly at Ye Fan.
"If you can open the path to the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, then naturally there will be no problem." Ye Fan felt truly lonely in this cold, lifeless universe with no signs of life. If there was an opportunity, he naturally wanted to leave and enter a place of life.
*Swish*
Light blazed brightly. The green-robed old man grew even more ethereal. All his vital energy poured into the five-colored altar, which was only two meters in diameter. Then a small pagoda fell from his brow, and he and the stone coffin both sank into it.
*Ding*
This pagoda was extremely tiny, only the size of a fingertip. It landed on the five-colored altar with a crisp sound.
Ye Fan was astonished. A being born from the evil thoughts of a deity actually had a request for him. Could he truly set sail again?
He waited a long time, but the small five-colored altar showed no change. Finally, Ye Fan picked up the tiny pagoda and channeled his own vital energy into the five-colored altar, just as the green-robed old man had done.
At last, the five-colored altar was activated. Energy from the dark universe surged like water—energy he could sense but could not absorb.
*Boom*
In this pitch-black celestial expanse, the first extremely brilliant divine radiance in hundreds of thousands or even millions of years burst forth.
The five-colored altar blazed brilliantly. Five divine lights constructed a two-meter-tall small eight trigram, forming a spatial wormhole that sucked Ye Fan inside.
"Ziwei Ancient Emperor Star!"
Through the deep spatial wormhole, Ye Fan saw a purple great star radiating divine splendor, fixed at the end of eternal void.
Was this the Ziwei main star from ancient Chinese mythology? Ye Fan was very excited. The ancients had given it too much mystery. Now he might actually go to that star domain.
The star gate opened a deep passage leading straight ahead. Ye Fan sped forward, with starlight flickering from time to time.
His heart was uneasy. He didn't know if he would reach his destination this time. The previous crossings had all failed, running aground midway, even abandoning the nine dragons pulling the coffin.
Starlight flickered. The ancient path receded. Ye Fan felt time and light distort, spatial channels shift—everything became unreal.
Finally, with a great roar, he appeared within the star domain centered on that purple great star. Immediately, he sensed an unusual aura.
"The aura of an ancient great emperor!"
"The might of a heavenly emperor?!"
Ye Fan's heart shook violently. At first, he thought a person who had attained the Dao was ahead. But careful sensing revealed it originated from this star domain. At this moment, he finally understood how extraordinary this ancient star domain was.
Before he could think further, the spatial channel twisted and wound, rapidly teleporting him away, sending him toward an ancient place of life.
Wind roared in Ye Fan's ears. He felt as if he were about to catch fire. He emerged from the wormhole, falling toward an ancient star.
"This time I succeeded. I've arrived at a place of life in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain!" He could hardly believe it. After drifting in the universe for seven years, he had no more hopes. Yet in an instant, he had come to an ancient life star.
An ancient world from mythological legends! The more Ye Fan thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. He had never expected that one day he would truly descend and personally arrive here.
This was a great star, vast and boundless, giving an incomparably magnificent feeling. Ye Fan had already broken through and was falling toward the earth.
Falling at extreme speed, the scorching temperature nearly burned him. He summoned the cauldron and took himself inside, rapidly approaching this ancient place of life.
The Primordial Qi Cauldron, like a meteor streaking across the sky, rapidly fell toward this land. Seen from high above, it was deeply shocking.
The earth was boundless, vast without end. Lofty mountains pierced the clouds. Great rivers surged for a hundred thousand li. There were also many immortal lands, with spiritual energy soaring to the heavens.
This was a magnificent world—grand without losing its beauty, majestic without losing its immortal aura, stirring the heart.
The cauldron, heavy and forceful, descended from beyond the domain and crashed into an immortal land.
With a great roar, heaven and earth shook as if quaking. It smashed a mountain cliff, sending up clouds of dust and scattering rocks through the air.
Beside it, a silver waterfall curtain splashed up waves of spray. All around, various spiritual trees snapped, and all immortal herbs lay flattened and scattered.
A flock of spiritual birds cried out in alarm, startled into flight, escaping into the distance.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into my Xuan Du Cave Eight Scenic Palace?!" At that moment, a young boy with rosy lips and white teeth flew over, shouting loudly.
Inside the cauldron, Ye Fan was startled. The place the boy mentioned sounded somewhat familiar.
Suddenly, he jolted awake. Wasn't the place where Laozi was said to reside precisely the Great Luo Heaven Xuan Du Cave Eight Scenic Palace? This was... had he come to this place?!