Chapter 724: The Last Bloodline of the Saint Emperor
Four years was not a very long time, but it was a period of surging storms and many events.
Ye Fan walked through the sea region, encountering many demon clan and human cultivators, learning much from their words.
In truth, these four years could be called tumultuous, with immortal inheritances being destroyed in the present age.
"The Sun Divine Sect has plummeted since the loss of its ancient scripture, and this time it has finally reached its end."
"In the past, it was the most powerful cultivation dynasty of the human race, and now it's gone. It's said that the Golden Crow Clan had a hand in its destruction."
Ye Fan was greatly shocked. Hearing this news out on the sea left him somewhat stunned.
The Sun Ancient Sect, the most ancient sect of the human race, one of the origins of cultivation, had been declining day by day. Now, it had finally severed its inheritance and been completely destroyed.
This was nothing short of ironic. In an era where the divine traces of the Sun Saint Emperor had reappeared and his remains had been returned, this "flickering candle in the wind" of an ancient sect had collapsed.
The first holy land that all ancients had once worshipped had vanished like smoke and clouds. It was said that only a single child of the Sun Ancient Emperor's bloodline remained, and after the sect's fall, his whereabouts became unknown.
"Is what you say true?" Ye Fan stepped forward to ask.
"Of course it's true. It's a pity about the Sun Ancient Sect, destroyed just like that. In the past, the ancient Saint Emperor created various miraculous techniques and precious scriptures, bestowing them upon all factions of the human race, never expecting that his own descendants could not be protected."
"It's lamentable. If the ancient emperor knew, he would be speechless and silent, facing this in mute sorrow."
"It's chilling. This was definitely the work of the Golden Crow Clan, yet not a single human great sect came to protect them. Truly, each sweeps the snow from their own doorstep."
The Sun Ancient Sect had vanished like smoke and clouds, with the Golden Crow Clan's shadow behind it. They had orchestrated all of this, and almost everyone knew it.
"Why did the Golden Crow Clan do this?" Ye Fan asked.
"Four years ago, they suffered a great loss at Tang Valley. Somehow, they got word that the Sun Ancient Scripture had not been lost, so they bloodily purged this declining ancient sect."
In the battle at Tang Valley, even the formation flags left by the Golden Crow Clan's Great Sage were shattered, driving the clan nearly to madness. Those were their foundation.
They sought every means to strengthen their power and make up for their losses. The ancient scripture naturally became a choice. For them, a clan born with fire bodies, it was a sacred text.
"I suspect the Golden Crow Clan also did it for revenge. After all, it was the human race's Saint Emperor who severed their sacred treasure, so they took out their anger on his descendants."
"A pity. After the death of a generation's Saint Emperor, his descendants ended up in such a state."
After hearing this, Ye Fan felt a stirring in his heart and also anger. Could the descendants of a generation's Saint Emperor of the human race not even preserve their last bloodline?
If a great evil had been destroyed, that would be one thing. But to be bullied to this extent, for the sake of seizing their ancient scripture and possibly for revenge, this was truly a tragedy.
All of this also proved that there are no immortal dynasties, nor everlasting inheritances. Everything has a day when it reaches its end.
Even the ancient great emperors themselves could not achieve this, having a day of sitting in nirvana, let alone all that they left behind.
"A pity for that child. I wonder if he managed to escape. It's said he's the only person left from the Sun Ancient Sect, and possibly the Saint Emperor's only remaining bloodline in the world."
"It's said he went out to sea. He might even be in this sea region."
When Ye Fan heard these words, his heart grew heavy. After carefully inquiring, he vanished from the sea's surface.
"Look, doesn't that person seem a bit familiar? I feel he looks a bit like that person who caused such a stir four years ago."
"You mean he's the one who, four years ago, killed the Golden Crow's Ninth Prince and the younger brother of the Eight Scenery Palace Master? He really does look like him."
"Wasn't it said that he sank into the North Sea Eye together with Tang Valley? That's a place where the ancient great emperors exiled those with great sins. No one has ever escaped from there. Could he possibly reappear in the world?"
"No mistake. Wasn't there news half a month ago that the Sea Eye had unusual activity, and a golden lightning bolt shot out? It could very well be him!"
"Heavens! Escaping the cage of an ancient saint! This is too unbelievable. If it's true, there will be a huge storm now."
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The North Sea was truly vast, immeasurably more expansive than the boundless land. For Ye Fan to escape, he would have to fly for who knows how many years.
Fortunately, he remembered the paths from four years ago. Back then, when searching for Tang Valley, people had entered the ocean through domain gates. Along the way, there were ancient islands with inscribed formation patterns and altars, allowing for continuous crossing.
Half a month later, Ye Fan was still appearing in the black ocean. He had miscalculated the direction several times while using the formation patterns left on ancient islands to cross, but he was finally heading back towards land.
During this time, he kept inquiring and received uncertain news. The only surviving bloodline of the Sun Ancient Sect had been escorted by an old servant, fleeing into the sea.
The North Sea had been very unsettled these days. Many experts were appearing, rushing to the Sea Eye to learn the truth.
"The Golden Crow Clan!" In the black ocean, a divine light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes and vanished. He saw over a dozen Golden Crows flying across the sea's surface.
He walked upon the waves. The black sea surface was very calm, vast and boundless, a stretch of ink. He looked up at the sky and said, "People of the Golden Crow Clan, what are you searching for?"
At that moment, the wind was calm and the waves still. His voice, like a thunderclap, traveled far across the vast black ocean, stirring up waves that struck the clouds.
"This person looks a bit familiar. Where have I seen him before?"
"He is... that person from four years ago! How is this possible? He escaped from the North Sea Eye!"
"That's right, it's him. He killed the Ninth Prince back then."
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In the sky, tens of thousands of golden divine feathers shot down. These people all had cold glints in their eyes, and a few Golden Crows flew away, trying to escape and report.
Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, alone on the sea. He let out a great roar, which was like heavenly thunder destroying the world. The rolling sound waves surged, tearing across the sky for over a thousand li, nearly overturning this entire ocean.
"Puff," "Puff"...
In the sky, over a dozen experts of the Golden Crow Clan shattered one after another. Under Ye Fan's single roar, their forms and spirits were annihilated, not even a piece of bone remaining.
He kept only one person, probing his sea of consciousness. He learned that the child from the Sun Ancient Sect had indeed gone out to sea, escorted by an old servant who had fled.
The Golden Crow Clan had dispatched a large number of experts. Six or seven of the nine princes had come, along with several elders who had personally emerged from seclusion to pursue.
Ye Fan's heart shook. He sensed something unusual. A mere child from a declining ancient sect—how could it have drawn so many people from the Golden Crow Clan? There had to be something strange about it.
He was indebted to the Azure-Clad Old Man, having received the Sun Ancient Emperor's nine-character divine incantation and refined his Fusang tree branch. How could he possibly ignore all this after learning of it?
Even setting that aside, the last bloodline of the human race's Saint Emperor should not be allowed to be completely extinguished. The child had committed no evil, and his ancestor had immeasurable merit for the human race.
Following the information he had obtained, Ye Fan pursued in one direction at extreme speed. He feared that if he arrived too late, he would be left with regret.
Two days later, Ye Fan encountered another group of Golden Crow Clan experts. Among them was an old Golden Crow who was actually a very fearsome Great Power, a figure at the elder level.
"It's him! It's that person named Ye Fan from four years ago!" someone shouted.
Upon learning this, the old Golden Crow opened his mouth and spat out a golden ancient mirror. He flipped it over and shone it directly at Ye Fan.
"Boom"
This was a beam of sun essence fire, drawing in the essence energy of the ten directions, pulling in the blazing sun in the sky. All of it focused on the ancient mirror, transforming into divine light that shot towards Ye Fan.
"You really can't forget about me!" Ye Fan took a single step into the sky. Facing this divine light, he was fearless and simply punched out.
"Crack"
The golden ancient mirror shattered into over a dozen pieces, falling from the sky. The elder of the Golden Crow Clan was quite ruthless. His body shook, transforming into a golden sun that flew forward, crashing towards him.
Ye Fan stood firm and unmoving, unafraid of the sun's sacred power. He met the fire essence and struck at the critical moment. With a "puff," he tore apart that golden sun with his bare hands.
"Ah..." A miserable cry rang out. This powerful Golden Crow was ripped apart. An elder had been slain by Ye Fan just like that.
Soon after, Ye Fan left this sea region. This time, he had discerned where the Sun Saint Emperor's only remaining bloodline had fled. He quickly gave chase.
"Fortunately, a loyal old servant protected him. Otherwise, the last bloodline of the human race's Saint Emperor would have already disappeared."
Four days later, Ye Fan finally saw the child in a black sea region, along with the old servant who was covered in blood and on the verge of death.
Furthermore, there were over a hundred experts from the Golden Crow Clan, including several princes and elders!
This was a very haggard and weak child. He had once been nearly crushed by a Golden Crow Clan expert's strike, and over the past two years, he had almost died from illness because of it.
His clothes were tattered and torn, his little face was dirty, but his eyes were very clear. Additionally, there seemed to be a sun inside him, making his withered and weak body glow.
Ye Fan finally understood why the Golden Crow Clan was so determined to hunt down this child. Having suffered such a severe injury, even a Great Power would have died, yet this child had survived.
This child's physique was special. He seemed like a reincarnation of a golden sun. Every inch of his flesh and blood emitted divine light, very close to various legends about the Sun Saint Emperor from ancient times!
The Golden Crow Clan was afraid. If this child's body could be healed, and if he truly possessed the Sun Ancient Scripture, then even if he didn't become a second Saint Emperor in the future, he would still achieve immeasurable Dao fruits!
Moreover, the Golden Crow Clan believed that the Sun Ancient Scripture had emerged and was greatly connected to this child. This was what they urgently wanted to obtain. To eliminate the root and seize the scripture, they did not hesitate to dispatch a large number of experts.
Beside him, the old servant was already at his last breath. All the bones in his body had been broken. He leaned feebly against a reef, blood frothing from his mouth. His old eyes grew increasingly dim and clouded.
The child cried heartbrokenly, hugging the old servant tightly, shouting in a childish voice, "Uncle Jiang, don't leave me. Tongtong has no family left, only you."
"Cough..." The old servant coughed up blood. He lovingly stroked the child's thin head. His old eyes grew dimmer and more clouded. He said, "You are the Saint Emperor's descendant, the last bloodline. I truly cannot bear this, that I cannot protect you..."
As he spoke, blood frothed from his mouth. He could barely speak, his words unclear.
"Uncle Jiang, don't die! We depend on each other..." The child cried sorrowfully, clinging tightly to the old servant's arm, which was broken in several places.
"I am too useless. I cannot even protect the Saint Emperor's last bloodline..." The old servant hugged the young child with his broken body, looking up to the heavens in sorrowful lament. The light in his eyes faded. His life had reached its end. Cloudy old tears rolled down his wrinkled face.
"Hand over the Sun Ancient Scripture." The Golden Crow Clan's Eighth Prince stepped forward. His stature was imposing, like a golden demon god.
"Hand over your sister!" Ye Fan's hair stood on end in fury. He descended from the sky and punched down.
"Ah..." The Golden Crow Clan's Eighth Prince let out a miserable cry. His body shattered into four or five pieces, the fragments flying towards his other clansmen.
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