# Chapter 721: Sun Saint Emperor
The night was deep. A jade disc hung high in the sky, the distant black ocean undulating, the island shrouded in a pale, hazy atmosphere. Red cliffs and strange rocks stood about, while ancient herbs faced the moon, spitting out rosy mist.
At Tang Valley, the six-zhang golden Fusang Divine Immortality Tree blazed brilliantly, illuminating the night sky. Beneath the tree, an old man in green robes stood alone, filled with confusion, not responding to Ye Fan.
Before him lay an ancient stone coffin, exuding a strange aura. Everything on the island became eerie because of it.
Above the golden Fusang tree, a cluster of ancient halls sat, faintly visible, majestic and imposing, their momentum vast.
The old man in green seemed to have lost his soul, his entire being in a daze, without the slightest fluctuation of thought power, standing there like a wooden stake.
"Senior!" Ye Fan raised his voice, facing the one-armed old man, taking a few more steps forward.
Before the Fusang Divine Tree, flames blazed fiercely, the power of the Sun Saint circulating. The stone coffin was intimidating; no cultivator could approach. Countless people had designs on the Immortal Tree, but could only stop in their tracks.
Especially the Golden Crow Clan, who had approached several times, only to be forced back by the aura of the one-armed old man and the stone coffin. It was like a dormant great beast, ready to strike at any moment. No one dared act rashly.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Some people spoke coldly. Seeing Ye Fan walking forward, approaching the old man in green, they feared he might actually obtain something.
"We don't care about anything else. This Fusang Divine Tree belongs to my Golden Crow Clan. Don't anyone think of making trouble!" An old Golden Crow spoke menacingly.
Beside him, the eight princes of the Golden Crow Clan all revealed killing intent, moving forward to surround Ye Fan, intending to kill him immediately.
Li Tian and Yan Yixi flew over atop the Divine Maiden Furnace, sneering coldly as they looked down. Lu Ya and two old Golden Crows descended, holding their Crow-Winged Flowing Gold Halberds, coming to intimidate.
The Taiyin Divine Son and Sanque Daoist also flew over, holding ancient saint weapons to assist. The people of Guanghan Palace surrounded Yi Qingwu, celebrating her return, temporarily not acting.
As for other major powers, such as the Human King Hall and the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, they watched coldly from the sidelines, not yet taking a stance.
The atmosphere on site was tense. The great battle had lasted a long time, only easing somewhat because Yi Qingwu had escaped. Now, flames of war were about to rise again.
Of course, fighting continued in the ancient halls, where most of the strong were concentrated, still battling. People wanted to obtain the legacy of the ancient Human Emperor's Dao.
Now, the flames of war had finally spread to the Immortal Tree. A Golden Crow silently made a move, turning into a golden light and striking at Ye Fan.
"The Golden Crow Clan princes are making their move!" Someone exclaimed.
This clan had ten princes, each a sect master-level figure, extremely prosperous, unprecedented. No master of a major power had such a terrifying group of offspring.
The Eighth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan made his move. He was a young man in his twenties, with unfathomable cultivation. A Separation Fire flew out, burning the heavens, covering Ye Fan from above.
However, to everyone's surprise, Ye Fan did not dodge at all. He let the flames land on his body, bathing in them, without suffering a single scratch.
He circulated the Sun Ancient Scripture, striding forward, step by step approaching the old man in green. Even the Sun True Fire spilling from the Divine Tree could not harm him for now.
"The Golden Crow Clan is nothing special!"
Someone sneered in the shadows, clearly trying to provoke, wanting them to go all out against Ye Fan and prevent him from advancing smoothly. No one knew what his relationship with the one-armed old man was.
"The Golden Crow Clan claims to be descendants of immortals. I think not. Their Ninth Prince was killed, and now a great enemy is right before them, yet..."
"Chi la"
A beam of Sun Fire Essence flew out, cutting off the words of the shadowy figure. In its place came a miserable scream. The provocateur was instantly burned to ashes.
The Second Prince of the Golden Crow Clan merely revealed a cold smile. What he had done was trivial to him, but it shocked everyone.
"Heavens, that's a trace of Sun Fire Essence born from the Sun Saint Power being pushed to its limit! He's actually refined such a thing!"
"Finding a Great Power's position is one thing, but raising a hand and burning them to ashes? This Second Prince of the Golden Crow Clan is too terrifying."
People said that among the ten Golden Crow princes, each was stronger than the last, with Lu Ya being the strongest. But seeing the Second Prince unleash Sun Fire Essence, many began to seriously doubt.
This kind of fire essence was enough to burn a peerless sect master to death. An ordinary Great Power could hardly resist. Just how terrifying was someone like this?
Many stared at the Second Prince, but he remained calm. Yet the First Prince was the one in command, which made people even more wary.
"Everyone, please step back. Today, we will definitely kill this man. He dared to slay a direct descendant of the Golden Crow. Even if the Sun Ancient Emperor were resurrected, he couldn't save him!"
A prince of the Golden Crow Clan spoke. They spread out, surrounding the golden Fusang Divine Tree and Ye Fan in the center.
"Your Golden Crow Clan's appetite is too big, isn't it? You clearly want to monopolize this Immortal Tree!" Someone sneered from the shadows.
"This tree was the dwelling place of my Golden Crow Clan's ancestor. Is there any doubt about that?" A prince of the Golden Crow Clan spoke.
"What evidence do you have that it's your ancestor's divine tree?" The shadowy figure sneered.
"That is the evidence!" Lu Ya spoke from the sky, pointing among the lush golden leaves. Faintly, a crow's nest could be seen.
"Saying this is useless. A Golden Crow building a nest on it proves nothing. Everyone knows that the Fusang Divine Tree accompanied the Sun Ancient Emperor in attaining the Dao, belonging to the human race." A living fossil from the Human King Hall spoke.
The Human King Hall was one of the oldest human inheritances. Their statement at this moment made the atmosphere on site suddenly delicate.
The Tenth Prince of the Golden Crow Clan stepped forward. He was the youngest, full of youthful vigor, and spoke very bluntly: "In various myths and legends, Fusang and the Golden Crow are inseparable. My clan even suspects that the Sun Ancient Emperor was the ancestor of the Golden Crow Clan."
"Haha..." Li Tian laughed loudly, holding the Divine Maiden Furnace as he looked down from above. "Why don't you say that the founder of the Human King Hall, the creator of Guanghan Palace, the ancestor of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, and Laozi of the Eight Scenic Palaces are all manifestations of your ancestor?"
Who the Fusang Divine Tree belonged to made everyone present tense and vigilant. All major powers wanted to seize it.
But people knew that no single clan could monopolize it. Everyone would have to share, and the only question was how much each could get. The current stubbornness was to secure more later.
"I think we can discuss this later." The First Prince of the Golden Crow Clan spoke. He was very steady, over fifty years old, with golden hair draped over his shoulders, looking like an old Daoist.
"Correct. For now, please watch from the sidelines. Let us first deal with our clan's great enemy." The Second Prince nodded, his gaze pressing toward Ye Fan ahead.
"You want to kill me? Then come over here first." Ye Fan turned his head and said.
By now, he had arrived before the old man in green. Everyone was shocked. The stone coffin lay there. Some had tried to attack with saint weapons but were blocked.
Ye Fan's confidence naturally came from the rusted copper. The two old pieces seemed to sense the unusual nature of this place and had not flown into his Wheel Sea.
The stone coffin was terrifying. Every wisp of aura it emitted could annihilate a peerless figure. It sat there quietly, extremely mysterious.
"Everyone, it's time to act!" Someone from the Golden Crow Clan shouted. They felt something was wrong. Ye Fan had actually approached the old man in green, unafraid of the terrifying pressure. This was not a good sign.
Others were also shocked. Ye Fan had reached the Immortal Tree. Sun Fire Essence poured over him without harming him. The two old copper pieces helped block it.
"Set up the array patterns. Kill him here!" The First Prince of the Golden Crow Clan shouted. Though over fifty, he had a sharpness that young people couldn't match. His Daoist robes fluttered, his golden hair spread, and his eyes were extremely cold.
"Boom!"
Except for Lu Ya, the eight Golden Crow princes all stood at specific positions. A complex network of patterns spread from beneath their feet, connecting heaven and earth.
"What? This is the Golden Crow Clan's ancient divine formation!"
The eight Golden Crows each held an ancient formation flag, the work of a sage! This was a killing strike, giving Ye Fan no chance at all. It was also a plan and action for seizing the Divine Tree.
"They've actually laid out these divine patterns! This is a primeval slaughter formation. Even a peerless divine king trapped inside would die with regret!"
People were horrified. This was the Golden Crow Clan's sect-suppressing great formation, not used once in thousands or tens of thousands of years. Yet it was deployed for Ye Fan.
"Boom!"
A sea-like force surged. Dark clouds rolled, demonic mists towered to the heavens, drowning the area in an instant!
The eight great flags were black as ink, like eight primeval gods and demons, terrifying and boundless, standing there with the momentum to cut off three thousand worlds.
In that instant, a terrifying light rose within the primeval slaughter formation, blazing and frightening. A golden figure appeared, standing proudly amidst the sky-devouring dark clouds. He was towering, rising above the demonic clouds. When his eyes opened and closed, golden light shot out for dozens of miles!
"That's... a Great Sage of the Golden Crow Clan!"
"This primeval slaughter formation is too terrifying! It's actually summoned a Great Sage's avatar of the Golden Crow Clan!"
The terrifying aura erupted, causing many at Tang Valley to collapse to the ground, unable to stand. The unruly, heaven-and-earth-dominating momentum made everyone tremble with fear!
Only major powers holding saint weapons could remain calm, not weakened to the point of paralysis. Everyone else was immobilized.
"What is the Golden Crow Clan trying to do?!" People were extremely shaken.
Was this just to deal with Ye Fan? It was truly overkill. This was the Golden Crow Clan's sect-suppressing divine formation, enough to kill a peerless divine king.
These were not imitation ancient flags, but the original flags of the true primeval slaughter formation, deployed here today.
"The Golden Crow Clan wants to monopolize the Fusang Divine Tree!" Someone shouted.
Li Tian and Yan Yixi acted immediately, being the first to strike, offering up the Divine Maiden Furnace to blast forward.
"Everyone, I can assure you, this is only to kill Ye Fan. Please watch calmly!" Lu Ya spoke at the right moment, offering up his Crow-Winged Flowing Gold Halberd. Behind him, two old Golden Crows also assisted, opposing the Divine Maiden Furnace.
Others had been about to act, but now they stopped.
"Boom"
In the sky, dark clouds rolled, demonic mists towered. The world was pitch black, as if they had returned to the primeval era. A golden figure stood in the clouds, his eyes intimidating, brighter than the sun!
He had already made his move, striding forward to suppress and kill Ye Fan. The world-defying momentum he unleashed shook the nine heavens and ten lands, reaching everywhere.
Ye Fan was not alarmed. He stood calmly before the one-armed old man, without a trace of fear. He secretly transmitted a message to Yi Qingwu: "If I return the Guanghan Tower to you, can you cooperate with the Divine Maiden Furnace to kill all ten Golden Crow princes and elders in one strike?"
"That's impossible. The Crow-Winged Flowing Gold Halberd is a saint weapon, and that primeval slaughter formation is even more terrifying!" Yi Qingwu's skin was like ice and jade, her figure graceful. Under the divine moon, she was like a banished immortal.
"Forget it, then." Ye Fan said.
"Who am I, who am I..." The one-armed old man in green asked himself. His eyes grew brighter and brighter. Suddenly, he raised his head and hugged the stone coffin.
In the sky, the Golden Crow War God, his body flowing with light, stood in the dark clouds, his pressure weighing down the nine heavens. Yet when facing the divine thought and the stone coffin, he became extremely solemn and stopped advancing.
"Nine heavens and ten lands, I alone am supreme. Sweeping across three thousand worlds, reversing the six paths of reincarnation, I am — the Sun Saint Emperor!"
The one-armed old man in green slowly spoke, hugging the stone coffin. At this moment, it seemed to shake the three realms and six paths. The vast black North Sea surged with waves striking the heavens, and clouds in all directions collapsed and vanished.