# Chapter 722: Ancient Emperor's Divine Words
The one-armed old man, with his azure robes dancing in the wind, though neither imposing nor mighty, at this moment possessed a world-suppressing, epoch-spanning peerless bearing that could crush three thousand realms and sever ten thousand ages!
At Tanggu, divine radiance shot into the heavens. The moment the seal was broken, the entire island seemed to come alive, its energy surging to the stars, causing the star domain to tremble and all the myriad realms to shake!
The azure-robed old man stood alone beneath the divine tree. The Fusang Ancient Tree rustled loudly, as if resonating for him, shaking down a cascade of golden light that draped over his body. If it were anyone else, they would surely have been reduced to ashes, yet the old man bathed within it, becoming even more sacred.
The Sun Ancient Emperor!
An identity no one could have imagined, a title that could crush all of eternity, a Great Emperor of the human race!
Many people trembled, involuntarily kowtowing and prostrating themselves, completely beyond their control—this was a subjugation originating from the depths of their souls.
"Thump," "Thump"...
On the island, the sounds of kneeling rose and fell. People trembled. The Ancient Emperor from the primordial age was too far removed from later generations, yet he could still reappear in the world—this was a miracle.
Ye Fan had long been mentally prepared, yet he still couldn't help but be astonished. Meeting him on another living ancient star, he truly was a Great Emperor of the human race, a single thought persisting after death, wishing to return to his homeland.
The Golden Crow clan's primordial slaughter formation had originally been aimed at Ye Fan, but it had also trapped the Sun Ancient Emperor within. Dark clouds rolled, black mist surged, and a golden Great Sage manifested there.
The azure-robed old man radiated divine majesty. His eyes shot out two beams of golden light, instantly splitting open the heavens, as if they could sever and bring down stars from beyond the domain—incomparably brilliant and terrifying.
"Clang," "Clang"...
Eight violent sounds rang out. His gaze severed all eight great banners crafted by the Golden Crow clan's Great Sage. The banner surfaces fluttered before falling into the dust.
This technique shocked the world. A single glance had destroyed the Golden Crow clan's divine formation that guarded their sect—it could be said to shake the past and astonish the present, beyond all comparison.
Everyone was stunned. All of this was too unreal. How could a person be so powerful? Without even making a move, a single glance had severed ten thousand ages!
"It truly is the Sun Saint Emperor!"
At Tanggu, people trembled. Only an ancient Great Emperor possessed such divine ability, even if only a single divine thought remained now.
The hearts of the Golden Crow clan members nearly shattered. Those were formation banners crafted by a Great Sage—priceless divine objects, equal to the Saint Weapon Crow Wing Flowing Gold Halberd, treasures that guarded their sect.
They were pained to death. The eight princes of the Golden Crow clan had faces as pale as snow, feeling as if they wanted to die. This was equivalent to destroying their foundation.
There was absolutely no doubt—this was a human ancient emperor. Looking across past and present, only a handful of people could accomplish this.
The azure-robed old man did not continue to attack. Bathing in the golden light scattered by the Fusang Divine Tree, he was momentarily lost in thought, looking up at the sky and down at the earth, his eyes filled with endless vicissitudes.
No one spoke. Tanggu was very tranquil, with only the sound of golden leaves moving with the wind and the distant undulations of the black ocean.
Suddenly, the azure-robed old man's body trembled. Ripples spread throughout his form, transforming into dark light that surrounded him like a black sun.
This was a bizarre transformation. It was not the legendary Sun Saint Power, but rather pitch black like ink—he had transformed into a black sun.
"Be careful, this is a Divine Spirit Thought!" someone said very calmly, transmitting sound in secret to warn everyone.
These words sent chills down many people's spines. This kind of thing was too sinister. Legends about it were terrifying to the extreme, capable of killing human saints.
Divine Spirit Thought—legend said it was formed from the evil thoughts of gods after death. Just how powerful was the Sun Ancient Emperor? Even he had produced such a thing, comparable to a deity!
"In the past, the Sun Saint Emperor looked down upon all ages with great courage and compassion. The more this is true, the greater the evil his Divine Spirit Thought will be!" someone loudly warned.
Everyone was horrified. This creature was formed from a single thread of evil thought, far from comparable to an ancient Great Emperor, yet it could still stand shoulder to shoulder with a sage.
"Boom"
Lu Ya stepped forward with the Crow Wing Flowing Gold Halberd. Three Que Daoist advanced with the Longevity Halberd. The Taiyin Divine Son and other experts also pressed down with Saint Weapons!
Below, the eight princes of the Golden Crow clan immediately felt relieved. They picked up the eight broken banners and quickly retreated. Major powers like the Human King Hall and the Ziwei Divine Dynasty also withdrew, distancing themselves from the Fusang Divine Tree. No one dared to surround it anymore.
The few holding Saint Weapons also hurriedly withdrew. They were not trying to attack the Divine Spirit Thought, but only to cover their own people's retreat.
Beneath the Fusang tree, the azure-robed old man was enveloped by a black halo, filled with a demonic power. He looked down upon all living beings, as if he could roar and shatter all of eternity.
He held the stone coffin. Only Ye Fan stood before him. Everyone else had retreated far away, trembling, not daring to breathe loudly.
This was not the Sun Ancient Emperor—this was his evil thought awakening. In an instant, the entire black ocean began to tremble, spreading toward the continent!
"Completely opposite power. Originally a golden sun, it has transformed into a black sun!"
People's hearts trembled. No one dared to act rashly. Everyone watched with tense attention.
Suddenly, at the center of this black sun, the one-armed old man's eyes shot out two beams of dark light. As if startled by something, he abruptly turned and fixed his gaze on Ye Fan.
To be precise, he fixed his gaze on the two rust-spotted ancient copper pieces hanging by Ye Fan's shoulder. His eyes did not move, staring unblinkingly.
"It's them... broken..."
He seemed very shocked, nearly petrified, like a clay or wood sculpture, standing there motionless for a long time.
The azure-robed old man stood silently for a long while. The black sun surrounding his body slowly dimmed. The dark halo gradually disappeared. His eyes also cleared.
"I am not the Sun Saint Emperor. I am merely a thread of his evil thought, not even one ten-thousandth of him..." He lowered his head and muttered to himself.
He had awakened to his past and present lives, knowing the past. The Fusang Divine Tree scattered a shower of divine light, baptizing his evil body, gradually making it radiant.
A golden halo coiled around his body, vastly different from before. Finally, there was a trace of the human ancient emperor's aura.
His divine wisdom gradually brightened. Evil would no longer be evil. The Divine Spirit Thought's gaze gradually cleared. He stared at the two pieces of green copper, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, saying nothing.
In the end, he stood before the Fusang tree, placed the stone coffin on the ground, slowly pushed open the coffin lid, and looked inside.
"Boom"
The aura of an ancient Great Emperor surged forth. The entire ocean rose in towering waves ten thousand zhang high, scattering all the clouds in the sky!
This was an indescribable aura—thread by thread, strand by strand, piercing through past and future, suppressing three thousand great worlds, reversing the six paths of reincarnation!
Everyone prostrated themselves. Even Ye Fan, protected by the ancient copper, could not help but feel suffocated. His body and heart trembled, and he nearly fell backward.
"The Saint Emperor has passed into stillness. His corpse has disappeared. Who moved him?" the Divine Spirit Thought spoke in astonishment.
At this moment, only Ye Fan had the opportunity to look into the stone coffin. Everyone else was trembling and prostrate on the ground.
Inside the coffin, there was no corpse of the human ancient emperor—only a human skin, emitting golden light, as dazzling as a sun!
All the terrifying fluctuations originated from it. Several drops of golden blood stained it, as if they had just been peeled off not long ago.
Where had the human Saint Emperor's bones gone? Why was only a skin left? Ye Fan's heart shook violently. He immediately thought of the Immortal Emperor. When he had opened his coffin back then, he had also only seen a skin.
The Immortal Emperor, the Sun Saint Emperor—these were the supreme beings of the primordial age, surpassing gods. Only they had given birth to Divine Spirit Thoughts.
Why was this so? After passing into stillness, why were the remains left behind like this? Too similar—they had almost walked the same path!
The azure-robed old man kowtowed before the coffin, extremely devout. Only after a long time did he stand up and close the ancient coffin.
He turned to face Ye Fan and said, "Originally, I could have given you the Fusang Divine Tree, but now I cannot. I can only give you a ten-foot divine branch."
"Clang"
The Fusang Divine Tree dropped a ten-foot-long golden branch, covered with golden leaves, dazzling to the point of being blinding, impossible to look at directly.
In the distance, many people's eyes turned red. Their blood surged, extremely excited. They wished they could rush over, but no one dared to act recklessly.
Ye Fan summoned his cauldron and collected the golden branch. This was the most fundamental substance, containing the Sun Fire Essence—a supreme sacred object. Even a single leaf was worth billions of gold and could not be bought.
The azure-robed old man's body was fading. Before disappearing, he came before Ye Fan, extended a finger, and carved characters on his brow, stroke by stroke, very, very slowly.
Not too many, not too few—exactly nine ancient characters. They were imprinted into his Immortal Platform, each one brilliant and crystalline, eternally imperishable!
Ye Fan's heart shook. He was extremely excited. These were Emperor Scripts—characters that only ancient Great Emperors understood. The Dao Scripture also contained nine ancient characters, and he had pondered them for over ten years without fully comprehending them.
"Senior, carve a few more characters. I will carry them forward and illuminate the three thousand realms." Ye Fan said with a thick face.
"Nine characters are enough. The Dao must be walked by oneself." The azure-robed old man was as calm as an ancient well.
In the end, he sat cross-legged beneath the Fusang tree, holding the stone coffin, and said, "Attained the Dao here, buried here. Fate rises and falls; all things pass away."
The azure-robed old man began to dissolve into the Dao. His body slowly faded, gradually disappearing.
People knew that the last evil thought left by the human Saint Emperor was also about to disappear. Only the Immortal Fusang would remain alone in the world. It made people sigh. The Dao was merciless—even ancient Great Emperors were nothing but dust of history.
"Boom"
A violent tremor. The entire island began to sink. The black ocean surged in.
"Tanggu is about to disappear!" people exclaimed, flying into the sky one after another.
Some also rushed toward the Immortal Tree, but the ancient coffin lay horizontally, making it impossible to approach. Moreover, the golden divine tree also surged with terrifying sacred power.
Ye Fan discovered that he was stuck before the divine tree, sinking together with the ancient coffin, disappearing into the depths of the North Sea.
"Sea Eye—it's the North Sea Eye!" many people cried out in terror.
A huge black hole appeared in the ocean, swallowing Tanggu, plunging it into eternal darkness. Even the golden Fusang Divine Tree could only emit a faint light within.
No one dared to follow. Legend had it that the North Sea Eye could devour heaven and earth, refine gods and demons—a place of absolute peril where ancient Great Emperors suppressed those with great sins.
"Ye Fan, you bastard, why don't you escape quickly?" Li Tian shouted.
"I want to escape, but unfortunately I can't move." Ye Fan smiled helplessly in the darkness.
If Ye Fan met with misfortune, Yi Qingwu would also be implicated. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. The red mole between her brows shone with brilliant radiance. She was like a divine moon, supremely sacred and unmatched.
"I won't die. Be a good Divine Maiden and wait for me to return." Ye Fan said.
"Boom"
With one final soft sound, Tanggu completely submerged into the Sea Eye, disappearing from the world.
In the darkness, a golden divine tree took root on the stone coffin, flowing with a patch of sacred light.
Not far away, Ye Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, silently cultivating, comprehending what he had learned, refining that golden branch.
"So this is the North Sea Eye—the place where ancient Great Emperors suppressed those guilty of heinous crimes..."