# Chapter 737: A Response from the Big Dipper Star Domain
In the Big Dipper Ancient Star Domain, within a vast wilderness, a burly man two or three heads taller than an ordinary person, covered in blood with disheveled hair, was fleeing using uncanny movement techniques.
Behind him, a hazy figure flickered like a deity, sometimes disappearing and then suddenly reappearing as he gave chase.
"Demon Emperor Nine Slashes — Dao Dissolution!" The burly man ahead shouted, twin dragon-shaped beams of light shooting from his eyes, slashing toward the hazy god-like figure behind him.
"The divine art left by Green Emperor truly overwhelms the world. Though you rival a Saint Lord, unfortunately you've met me—you're still a step short." The man behind pointed a finger, and a vast divine radiance instantly engulfed the entire wilderness.
"I've survived all these years without being killed by you people. I refuse to believe I'll fall here today!" Pang Bo roared. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, very sturdy. Now covered in blood, he unleashed all nine Demon Emperor Slashes, blasting through the wilderness as he battled the other man.
In the Northern Domain, within a stretch of primordial mountains where nothing grew for ten thousand miles, the monkey's fiery golden eyes shot two beams of light into the sky. His body was covered in cracks.
The black gold great staff in his hand was stained with blood, patches of grime everywhere—some from enemies, some his own. Behind him, the Barbarian was covered in wounds, carrying Li Heishui on his back—the latter half-dead, half his body nearly destroyed, constantly coughing up blood.
"Holy Prince, don't make a mistake you'll regret." Someone on the other side laughed coldly.
"Attacking me? Very good, very good. Let me see just how capable you are. I'll kill every last one of you!" The monkey was furious, with many wounds on his body, his golden fur soaked in blood.
"Holy Prince, you should know that a Celestial Prince of even more distinguished status than you is now at his zenith. If you make this choice, it will be unfavorable for your situation." The pursuer was cold and ruthless.
"Oh, so the descendant of Immortal Emperor is making his move too?!" The monkey's eyes flashed with sharp light.
The man ahead wore a cold smile on his face, saying nothing. His eyes held a vicissitude, as if witnessing the passage of time, mountains collapsing—the aura of a peerless expert flowing around him.
"I knew it. Back then when Little Leaf cut him out of the stone at Jade Pool, we should have smashed that egg instead of giving it to the Primeval King. That ungrateful wretch!" The dying Li Heishui spoke with difficulty.
"You blaspheme the Celestial Prince of the Primeval Clan. Be careful—if someone hears you, you'll be eternally sealed in the purgatory." The pursuers sneered.
"Screw your sealing! I'm about to die anyway. If you've got the guts, seal me and let me live ten thousand years—I'd even take the torment of purgatory!" Li Heishui shouted.
"That's true. Having been struck by a fatal blow from a divine art created by an Ancient Great Emperor, even if that Sacred Body Ye Fan came back, he'd be dead for sure. What a pity he'll never appear in this world again. Not being able to kill him is truly regrettable."
"Weng!"
The black gold great staff crushed the void. The monkey's golden fur shot out ten thousand feet of divine light as he roared: "Less talk! If your skills can't match mine, I'll smash every single one of you today!"
In the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland, on a towering jade platform of the Ji Family, moonlight scattered down. A girl in purple robes gazed at the starry sky, lost in thought.
Before long, a man covered in blood, with a halo around his head, walked step by step onto the jade platform. He was filled with exhaustion, many terrifying wounds on his body.
"I arrived too late. I only saw some blood and bones. I fought a battle with some people. I hope they're alright."
"Could it be like that dog—vanished from the world after dying in battle? Where has Little Nannan gone all these years?" The girl was bathed in cold moonlight, pure and ethereal like a goddess from the Guanghan Palace. It was Ji Ziyue.
"I really wish that dog hadn't died. With its infinite divine formations, they would have fared much better." Ji Haoyue sighed.
Brilliant starlight, endless distance. Ji Ziyue gazed at the starry sky, looking toward the other end. "Time flows like water. Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye."
In the distant Ziwei Star Domain, Ye Fan was also observing the stars. He was trying to identify which was Earth and which was Big Dipper. Because he was on a different ancient star, the celestial phenomena he saw were different.
On this silent night, he thought of many things. He missed his family back home, and even more, he cherished everything he had experienced in the Big Dipper Star Domain.
He still remembered the scene when they parted. Ji Ziyue smiled as tears fell, her words still echoing in his ears: "At night, I'll look up at the stars, gazing toward the other side, blessing you. I know you're on that end."
"If you also remember me, you can glance at the starry sky above. I'm on this side... watching from afar." At that time, the girl's smile was brilliant, but tears were clearly shimmering in her eyes.
Then, thinking of those old friends, his heart trembled.
He had killed almost everyone who needed killing. The old Yin Yang Sect Leader was dead, Wang Teng was also slain by him. They should have no enemies left, yet Ye Fan felt uneasy.
Pang Bo, as the inheritor of the Green Emperor, had the Demon Clan protecting him. Li Heishui and the others were descendants of the Thirteen Great Bandits. Who would be foolish enough to provoke them?
"Why is it that whenever I look up at the Big Dipper Star Domain and think of them, I feel uneasy?"
Ye Fan stood on the mountain peak, bathed in moonlight, his entire body glowing. He gazed at the Big Dipper Star Domain, pondering deeply—what changes could have occurred?
"Twelve years. I want to return to Big Dipper. I want to see them. I must leave the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain."
But crossing star domains—how could that be easy? Even ancient sages found it extremely difficult!
Pang Bo, Li Heishui, Big Black Dog, Little Nannan, Ji Ziyue—one by one, their vivid faces appeared before him. Would he ever see them again in this life?
Late that night, Ye Fan sat cross-legged under a green pine, the silver moon above his head. He had a nightmare. Big Black Dog died in battle. Wu Zhongtian was killed. Liu Kou was crushed into meat paste. Pang Bo, covered in blood, smiled bitterly at him. The monkey was fighting a bloody battle, terribly tragic. Little Nannan was lost again, wandering away.
"No!"
Ye Fan shouted, waking with a start. For a strong cultivator at his level, such dreams were rare. Cold sweat broke out on his body.
"Perhaps my premonition is real. They've encountered great calamity. Their situation is extremely dire now—hovering between life and death, struggling desperately to survive. I need to go back. I must go back!" He stood up abruptly.
Not far away, Little Tongtong was sleep-talking, lying on pine needles, sleeping soundly. Moonlight illuminated his delicate little face.
When the first rays of dawn arrived, Ye Fan rose to his full height, facing the morning sun. His eyes were clear. From today onward, he would do everything possible to return.
He placed Little Tongtong on his shoulder and flew into the sky, beginning to visit ancient sites, searching for a way back. Every region with legends of Five-Colored Altars bore his footprints.
These past days, Lu Crow had been searching frantically for Ye Fan all over the world, nearly turning the eastern Shen Continent upside down. No one dared to provoke him.
"Damn it! He's the most terrifying genius of the Golden Crow Clan, and he's wielding the Crow Wing Flowing Gold Halberd—a saint's weapon! Who dares to mess with him?!"
Many cultivators trembled in fear, all retreating. The Shen Continent was in chaos. Many cultivators had come here to witness an earth-shattering battle.
Lu Crow far surpassed the Golden Crow Clan's little giant Chi Yang, and even more so the other nine of the Ten Princes. This was everyone's consensus. Otherwise, the Golden Crow Clan King wouldn't have let him wield the saint weapon. It showed how highly they valued him.
However, Ye Fan paid no attention to this. He was now searching for a way to leave. He took all this lightly. As long as no one came to kill him, he wouldn't engage in bloody battle.
Half a month later, Ye Fan was disappointed. All the ruins, all the legends, had come to nothing—long buried in the river of time.
His only gain was picking up a few fist-sized five-colored crystals from an ancient battlefield in the Shen Continent. As for the altar, he didn't even see a shadow.
"No. It seems this path won't lead me back. I need to think of another way."
Suddenly, Ye Fan thought of Laozi and Shakyamuni. These two ancients had also come to this ancient star. Although their whereabouts could no longer be verified, perhaps traces of the ancient paths they took could be found.
Eight Scenic Palace!
Ye Fan's eyes flashed with divine light. He had a goal. Perhaps the Supreme Purity Sacred Land Eight Scenic Palace held an ancient path left by Laozi.
However, to find a path there, he would likely have to fight until the earth split and the seas boiled, until floods raged. Because that was Yin Tiande's meditation ground. He had been deified by the world, which was enough to show his power and terror.
"I need to know more." Ye Fan didn't act rashly. Facing such a figure, no one in the current era dared to claim they could suppress him.
Yin Tiande's prestige was so overwhelming that it terrified all cultivators, covering the entire continent. He had once debated the Dao with the Golden Crow Clan King. One could imagine how unfathomable he was.
In the early morning, mist swirled through the forest. Even the sun was reddish, soft, not glaring.
On grass blades, on vines, dewdrops rolled like diamonds or pearls, crystal clear and sparkling. The fresh scent of vegetation wafted over.
Ye Fan arrived at the ancient dojo of the Path of Human Desire, seeking Li Tian and Yan Yixi, hoping to learn more from them.
"Damn it! That bastard surnamed Ye is here." Li Tian cursed, standing before an ancient cave, looking down at the figure below.
Beside him, on another mist-shrouded peak, Yan Yixi emerged from his cave dwelling. Dressed in moon-white robes, he was very handsome—truly possessing divine bone and jade-like bearing. His charming smile was enough to make girls scream.
"Brother Ye, congratulations on your return."
"Surnamed Ye, tell me—what exactly did you do to Yi Qingwu four years ago?" Li Tian tilted his head, looking displeased.
"Brothers, I trust you've been well..." Ye Fan smiled.
"How could we be well? My senior brother is still as romantic as ever, spending his days with beauties under the flowers and moon. As for me, as always, everyone in the world calls me a lecher, like a street rat everyone wants to beat. Of course, now that the Divine Maiden Furnace has been exposed, there aren't many girls my senior brother can fool either." Li Tian was actually quite handsome, but his face carried a wicked aura—clearly not a good person.
Ye Fan stated his purpose. He wanted to learn about Eight Scenic Palace, about everything concerning the Supreme Purity Sacred Land. He confided to these two brothers that he wanted to cross star domains.
"Surnamed Ye, you bastard—oh no, Brother Ye, Ye the Great Benefactor, you've really come up with a good idea. I'm all for it! I've always yearned for the Big Dipper Star Domain. My heart surges, my heart pounds!" Li Tian's eyes lit up when he heard this. "So many races, and I can even court the girls of the Primeval Clan. Going there, I'll be laughing in my dreams. Of course, I'll reform myself, or change my appearance. From now on, I won't be a lecher. I'll become a romantic talent like my beastly senior brother, a flower-god among the masses, roaming freely among the ten thousand Primeval Clans."