# Chapter 706: The Prestige of the Eight Scenery Palace Master
Within the Mysterious Capital Cave Pure Land, purple cliffs stood tall, their walls smooth and gleaming. Dragon herbs grew, ginseng and mushrooms emitted auspicious vapors, a qilin lay alone beneath a green stone, silver waterfalls cascaded down, mist rose and swirled, spirit birds danced, and ancient medicinal herbs emitted fragrance.
On this day, within the Supreme Purity Sacred Realm, the Eight Scenery Palace, which had long been hidden from the world, suddenly appeared. Purple tiles flowed with light, ancient halls were hazy and indistinct, as if they were seated beyond the thirty-third layer of heaven, emerging abruptly.
A man of ordinary appearance, not tall, and in every way unremarkable, walked out. Between his brows and the corners of his eyes, there was a slight resemblance to the deceased Yin Tianzhi.
He let out a soft sigh, standing within the Supreme Purity Sacred Realm before the Eight Scenery Palace, staring at the broken mountain outside the Mysterious Capital Cave.
"Tianzhi is dead. You were spoiled rotten. I knew your arrogance and domineering ways would eventually bring you great harm, but I never expected it would end in death."
As he spoke these words, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, shedding all traces of his earlier gentleness. Like two divine lamps, they shot out divine beams dozens of miles long.
At the same time, purple qi surged mightily, rising three thousand miles into the sky. He was enveloped by boundless purple qi, as unfathomable as a sage.
"Tianzhi was wrong, but he was still my younger brother. He cannot die in vain." His words were calm, yet they were astonishing, audible throughout the great wilderness, traveling who knew how many miles.
On this day, the master of the Eight Scenery Palace, Yin Tiande, emerged from seclusion and spoke but a single sentence—he wanted to kill someone. He released a scroll painting, displaying the image.
That was all, yet it shook every direction!
Yin Tiande, a mysterious and powerful young expert, had already defeated sect masters from all sides ten years ago. No one knew his origins.
That same year, he had taken residence in the long-sealed Eight Scenery Palace, becoming the master of the Supreme Purity Sacred Realm, shaking the world.
Over two thousand years ago, an old Daoist riding a green ox had traversed the stars, splitting open the Mysterious Capital Cave and building the Eight Scenery Palace, with purple qi surging thirty thousand miles.
This place became a sacred land. No one knew how powerful the man named Laozi truly was. In the end, he vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a secret realm.
Many had searched for it, all returning empty-handed. Eventually, Yin Tiande, a young prodigy who had defeated sect masters from all sides, carrying the great fortune of heaven and earth, passed by and took residence in the Eight Scenery Palace.
Ten years had passed. People no longer knew just how powerful this youth, who had risen like a legendary Great Emperor, had become!
Now, emerging from seclusion, uttering but a single word about killing someone, he naturally drew the attention of all directions.
However, he did not come out personally. He went back into death-seclusion, his cultivation having reached a critical stage. He seemed unwilling to waste a single moment.
Yet, having spoken thus, there would surely be those who would act for him. His rise was unstoppable. There were great powers allied with him who would accomplish everything without him needing to lift a finger.
Everyone knew that the young man in the scroll painting was in danger. Most likely, before Yin Tiande even emerged from seclusion, someone would have already cut off his head.
"What an imposing presence. One word spoken, and all directions stir. Is this the prestige of a sage?" Ye Fan said, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
A month had passed since the battle beyond the domain. The ancient ship had departed and never returned, leaving only a piece of purple copper stained with human sacred blood that had fallen to the earth.
After that battle, the human race's Great Sage, Old Madman, had never appeared again. Ye Fan looked up to the heavens and sighed in grief. He knew it was a bloody conclusion.
Old Madman had not allowed a single Primeval Ancestral King to return. He had used his own blood to stain the sky, exchanging it for the peace of the human race. Yet people would never see him again.
The sage had passed. A long song should be sung in mourning. But time could smooth over everything. In just one month, all was calm again on the earth.
During this month, Ye Fan had traveled across the land, seeking to understand this world, investigating the Supreme Purity Sacred Realm's Mysterious Capital Cave and Eight Scenery Palace, finally gaining some understanding.
During this time, he had also been doing his utmost, refining a dried-up Divine Source shell, not wanting a great calamity to arise in the future.
Several years ago, when he had entered the starry sky from the Ancient Forbidden Land's altar in the Big Dipper Ancient Domain, he had first encountered the purple copper warship and brought out a corpse with a dragon's head and a human body.
Now, thinking back, the Primeval King had not truly died. But his life essence had dried up to an extreme degree, leaving only the faintest trace of life force.
This was a great hidden danger. If given the chance to absorb vital energy, he would most likely recover in the future!
What gave him some peace of mind was that this Ancient King could not actively absorb life essence. As long as he sealed it well, it should not be able to revive.
For a month, he had cultivated while using the Battle Saint Art to evolve a black hole, devouring the Divine Source shell, seizing the last trace of life force within, hoping to deny this saint any hope of resurrection.
"Ten years ago, Yin Tiande defeated all sect masters, then obtained the inheritance of the Supreme Purity Sacred Realm's Eight Scenery Palace. Who knows how powerful he has become now."
"That guy killed his younger brother. Is he tired of living? Even daring to provoke the master of Mysterious Capital Cave. Unfathomable."
On the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, in Lu Continent, many people were discussing this matter, expressing different opinions.
Ye Fan had only recently arrived in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, yet his appearance had quickly spread across this continent. Without any major battles, he had become a figure known throughout the region.
Of course, it was not a glorious reputation. Many felt he was already a dead man. Offending the generation's prodigy Yin Tiande of Lu Continent was almost like being half-dead.
"What an impressive display of power!" Ye Fan was not in a good mood. Old Madman's blood had stained the heavens beyond. A predetermined outcome made it hard for him to calm his emotions.
Having paid such a price for this ancient star, he had also contributed some effort. Yet now, unexpectedly, he had incurred enmity with a powerful figure, and others were also preparing to kill him.
Of course, not many had seen Ye Fan during that battle. Only a few from Heavenly Abyss City had followed and witnessed the sage's might, taking note of Ye Fan.
"He looks familiar. When the human race's Great Sage fought against the Primeval Ancestral King, this young man made a move, sending out the Black Gourd!"
"It seems to be him. There is indeed some resemblance."
In Heavenly Abyss City, several sect masters were inwardly astonished. The person Yin Tiande wanted to kill had been painted into a scroll and circulated, almost identical to the young man they had seen that day.
They had questions, but it would not change anything. The vast majority of people in other parts of Lu Continent knew nothing, all watching quietly.
"Yin Tiande has several sworn brothers, all extraordinary figures. One is the Supreme Yin Divine Son Duanmu Ming, another is the Golden Crow Clan's Sixth Prince Lu Ya from the Fusang Divine Tree Kingdom, and another is Sanque Daoist from the Ancient Daoist Temple on Nether Ridge."
"These are all outstanding heroes. Since Yin Tiande is in death-seclusion and cannot act, they will most likely kill that young man on his behalf."
People discussed this with reverence.
The Supreme Yin Divine Son Duanmu Ming, the Golden Crow Sixth Prince Lu Ya, and Sanque Daoist from the Ancient Daoist Temple on Nether Ridge were the prodigies of the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, each from different continents, already famous throughout the world, all with tremendous backgrounds.
"It is said that the Golden Crow Sixth Prince Lu Ya is passing through Lu Continent on business. Do you think he will stop, specifically to cut down that young man?"
"Sanque Daoist from the Ancient Daoist Temple on Nether Ridge might also come. It is said he is escorting half a page of a mysterious scripture to exchange for the other half at the Human King Hall. Passing through Lu Continent, will he make a move?"
Upon learning all this, Ye Fan could not help but frown. Just hearing those titles, he knew they must have great origins!
A prince of the Golden Crow Clan, dwelling on the Fusang Divine Tree—could they truly be that clan from ancient myths? Ye Fan shook his head, finding it unlikely.
Nether Ridge, an ancient Daoist temple—even half a page of scripture required such protection. How extraordinary could it be, to be exchanged with the Human King Hall? Could it be an immortal scripture?
Though Ye Fan frowned, he felt no fear. He was now a Saint Lord-rank figure, trained in ancient scriptures, with an unmatched physical body. There was no need to live in humiliation.
"Even if I am stranded in the mythical Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, I am not someone to be bullied."
This ancient life-bearing land had no Extreme Imperial Weapons, but it was extremely prosperous, with various ancient methods and long-standing traditions. If one wished to temper themselves, it was truly a divine land.
After becoming a Saint Lord-rank figure, the greatest fear was the threat of Imperial Weapons. Now, without such supreme sacred objects hanging over his head, and with the Stride Art, he could go anywhere in the world.
The Ziwei Ancient Star Domain had long been recorded in the Central Ancient Kingdom, with many legends. Ye Fan guessed that there was an ancient path connecting the two places, and he wanted to find it.
At the same time, he had another guess. The Big Dipper Star Domain was not lacking in Extreme Weapons, which might be related to the disappearance of Imperial Weapons from the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain and other ancient lands.
"Big Dipper likely has unknown secrets. Perhaps this place has an ancient path connecting to that star domain."
Whether returning to his homeland or crossing back to the Big Dipper Ancient Star Domain, he might find the ancient path on this ancient star.
Heaven Wolf Mountain, a place of great renown. From ancient times to the present, it had produced seven generations of Heaven Wolves, a sacred land of the Demon Clan.
Now, the master of Heaven Wolf Mountain, Old Wolf God, was at his peak, unfathomable, with great fame in Lu Continent. On this day, he celebrated his two thousand eight hundredth birthday since transforming into human form.
In Lu Continent, many great sects sent people to offer congratulations, including some sect masters who came in person. It was a rare grand gathering.
Ye Fan also came. Gazing into the distance at Heaven Wolf Mountain, it was majestic and imposing, with green vapors rising, and at the same time incredibly magnificent. Many thousand-zhang waterfalls cascaded down, and ancient divine trees grew between the cliffs.
Looking closely, this ancient mountain range was like a wolf howling at the moon, stretching across the front, possessing a trace of immortal divine power. The massive mountain cliffs and rift valleys, like a wolf's mouth, were swallowing essence.
Today, many people were entering and leaving Heaven Wolf Ancient Mountain, all coming to celebrate Old Wolf God's birthday. They were all renowned experts or rising talents from various clans.
Ye Fan used the Stride Art, ascending the heavenly ladder, rendering various ancient formations ineffective. Step by step, he crossed the perilous terrain and arrived before a magnificent mountain villa.
Though he had no invitation, the Heaven Wolf disciples at the gate dared not be negligent based on this single technique alone. They respectfully welcomed him inside.
Old Wolf God, who had transformed two thousand eight hundred years ago, had long instructed that anyone without an invitation who entered by their own formidable strength must be treated as an honored guest.
"People from the Human King Hall have also come. Old Wolf God has great face. That hall has sent top figures to congratulate him."
"Wrong. This is just a convenient stop. They came to receive Sanque Daoist from the Ancient Daoist Temple on Nether Ridge, to exchange that half page of scripture."
"Just exchanging half a page of scripture, and these two sacred lands make such a fuss, so solemn. Could it be half an immortal scripture!?"
Just then, several beams of Solar True Fire streaked across the sky, dazzling and brilliant. Several young men in golden feathered robes descended. They all had long golden hair, as if cast from divine gold, their eyes also golden.
At this time, many people had gathered in the mountain villa, very lively. Many were great figures who dominated one side, including top sect masters.
As for the younger generation, there was no need to mention them—they were all outstanding talents from various clans. But now, their expressions changed. Many carefully moved aside, afraid of colliding with these young men of the Golden Crow Clan.
"These are people of the Golden Crow Clan's Sixth Prince Lu Ya. He has indeed come, stopping in Lu Continent. Will he help his sworn brother Yin Tiande make a move?!"
People felt a tense atmosphere. Everyone knew that Lu Continent would likely not be peaceful.
"Swish"
A young man of the Golden Crow Clan unfurled a scroll painting and said, "Has this person come?" He loudly asked those nearby. It was a painting of Ye Fan.
"Not seen!" someone replied, unwilling to invite trouble.
"Then he doesn't dare to come. Wherever the Sixth Prince passes, he can only retreat. Who would dare to clash!" One of the Golden Crow Clan's young men sneered with extreme arrogance.
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