# Chapter 746: Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture
Under the bright moonlight, a stretch of pure white, the boundless sea with its ten thousand ripples of light, empty and vast, a scene of profound distance.
The Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff stood alone by the sea, its entire body sparkling white, like an Immortal Platform drawing in the essence of heaven and earth, echoing with the countless stars above. Moonlight flowed like water, pouring down in a hazy cascade.
The Human King Hall and the Longevity Temple had appeared here abruptly, without alarming the world, quietly opening Domain Gates to emerge, intending to exchange the Divine Spirit Scripture.
Ye Fan and the others held their breath, hiding in the shadows, daring not to be the slightest bit careless or negligent. There were definitely peerless experts ahead!
Each of the eighteen warships was several hundred zhang long, hanging in the air like patches of clouds, emitting a cold, gleaming metallic luster under the moonlight.
The Longevity Ancient Dao Temple stood opposite it, majestic and solemn, like an immortal divine hall suspended above the sea. Every tile and stone seemed carved with ancient imprints, an aura of primeval antiquity rushing forth.
The two—one floating above the land, the other suspended over the blue sea—faced each other silently, with the Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff between them.
As early as several years ago, rumors had been spreading that the two sides would exchange ancient scriptures. Yet time and again, each instance proved to be nothing but smoke and mirrors.
The half-page ancient scriptures each held were of great significance. Neither trusted the other; every time was merely a test.
Now, with the top experts of both ancient sects fully deployed, they had truly reached the point of serious action. This time, a resolution was certain—they clearly intended to merge the Divine Spirit Scripture.
The place was utterly still. A bright moon shone upon the blue sea, with only white radiance falling. Heaven and earth were plain, tranquil, and harmonious.
Ye Fan and the others could not sense even a trace of anyone else's aura. There were only two possibilities: either the two ancient sects had kept this journey extremely secret, unknown to the world, or those hidden in the shadows were too terrifying to be detected.
"Eighteen bronze ships—these must be the legendary eighteen ancient warships from antiquity. They can form an ancient slaughter formation, crafted by the hands of ancient sages!" Yan Yixi recalled some ancient legend.
The Human King Hall possessed an ancient slaughter formation, personally refined and arranged by a sage. Its power was unparalleled, surpassing even ancient sacred weapons.
They were serious this time! They must have brought the half-page immortal scripture. Seeing this scene, the group all made this judgment.
"The Longevity Ancient Dao Temple of the Nether Ridge—no wonder it has stood for hundreds of thousands of years without falling. This ancient temple is an ancient sacred weapon." Yi Qingwu spoke softly, a hint of extraordinary light flickering in her Autumn Water Immortal Pupils.
With such secrecy yet such a grand display, it was clear that both sides feared each other, each dreading the other's ill intentions.
"One must admit, the Longevity Ancient Dao Temple of the Nether Ridge is terrifying. With only a few people, they can stand against any major sect in the world." Li Tian said.
A bronze drum sounded. On a massive warship, cold metallic light flickered as an old man with frost-white hair stepped out. His face was fair, full, and spirited, his silver hair cascading like a waterfall as he stood at the bow.
In the sky, moonlight instantly poured down like water, bathing him until he seemed forged from silver. Even the staff he leaned on transformed into a silver coiled dragon, inhaling and exhaling the essence of heaven and earth.
At that moment, he released a powerful aura, as if he could swallow the sky and devour the earth, suppressing the eight desolations!
"It's him—Feng Yuan, the younger cousin of the Human King Hall's already deceased old sect leader. Now three thousand three hundred years old, he is a figure of iron-blood and dominance from his generation." Li Tian said softly.
Feng Yuan was extraordinarily terrifying. In his youth, he had rampaged across the world, slaying many sect leader-level figures. He later retired to cultivate his mind, but every time he occasionally emerged, it was accompanied by iron-blood slaughter.
"Creak"
On the other side, the vermilion gate of the majestic Dao temple opened a crack, and a Daoist stepped out.
He was not old in years, but he had the bearing of a transcendent master. A bamboo hairpin was stuck in his black hair, he wore a Bagua Daoist robe, and straw sandals on his feet. His eyes were clear and empty as he walked out step by step.
This was a very young Daoist, yet he possessed the aura of an accomplished master, appearing transcendent and otherworldly, extraordinary.
"Que Daoist!"
They all recognized him. This was not the first time they had seen him. He was one of the strongest young experts of the current era, a sworn brother of Yin Tiande, ranking just behind him.
"Has he grown this powerful? To represent the Longevity Temple?" Li Tian was astonished.
Yi Qingwu gazed for a moment, then gently shook her head. "No, this is Zheng De, the father of Que Daoist. He has cultivated for eight hundred years, yet he suppresses all heroes. There are few in the world who can contend with him, unless a king emerges."
"He is Que Daoist's father..." Ye Fan was surprised. He knew that some Daoists could marry and have children, but he had not expected father and son to look so alike.
Zheng De was a powerful Daoist. It was said that one foot had stepped into the third level of the Immortal Platform, but he had never been able to cross that threshold.
As the group whispered to each other, a new development occurred ahead. Feng Yuan, the iron-blood elder of the Human King Hall, his entire body silver-white, holding the Coiled Dragon Staff that breathed moonlight, stepped through the void toward the Immortal Cliff.
On the other side, Zheng De Daoist, transcendent and otherworldly, as empty and bright as a young Dao Ancestor, also stepped forward, approaching the jade-like white ancient platform.
The two great experts of the Human King Hall and the Longevity Temple simultaneously ascended the Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff, where the ground was covered in crystalline light, as if brilliance were flowing.
At that moment, the eighteen ancient warships gleamed coldly and sharply, their metallic luster dense and chilling, arranged into an ancient formation, evolving into an ancient slaughter formation.
In an instant, a chilling aura spread out, as if an ancient giant was awakening, overlooking the world, spanning past and present.
Once the ancient slaughter formation emerged, it was more than a match for a sacred weapon!
On the other side, the majestic Dao temple also opened its gates, becoming a vast and boundless ancient realm, as if it could contain the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers.
Terror! Trembling!
This was the group's most direct feeling. This was truly an ancient sacred weapon, and its power was overwhelmingly vast and terrifying!
The ancient slaughter formation and the ancient sacred weapon were both aimed at the Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff. Both sides were on high alert, fearing that the other might renege or use trickery.
At that moment, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. The void itself seemed to freeze, so quiet that a falling needle could be heard.
The full moon hung high, the sea was boundless, the crystalline stone platform shimmered. The iron-blood elder Feng Yuan and Zheng De Daoist stood facing each other. Without a word, each took out a half-page scripture fragment, red as fresh blood.
Misty vapors rose, brilliant and boundless. Rosy clouds dyed their hands red, nearly translucent. A phoenix cry rang out, clear and ear-splitting.
A page of the Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold!
Even counterfeiting was impossible. Such a treasure was too precious, rarely seen in a thousand generations, and no one would squander it for such a purpose.
No one knew how many years it had existed. The rosy clouds that should have soared to the sky were now contained within a square meter, and the blood gold was mottled with rust.
Ye Fan and the others watched without blinking. This was undoubtedly the true scripture. Neither ancient sect was faking it; both wanted to obtain the complete scripture.
Their hearts pounded. This was the legendary immortal scripture. If one mastered it, even death could not claim them. It held too many mysteries and temptations.
At this moment, the surroundings remained utterly still. There was no disturbance. Only the bright moon hung high, casting soft, pure light.
The iron-blood elder Feng Yuan and the transcendent Zheng De Daoist reached out simultaneously. In that instant, time seemed to stand still as the two sides finally began to exchange the ancient scriptures.
There was no accident. Their hearts were far from calm, but they retreated steadily, cautious and defensive against each other.
Rosy clouds flowed. Half of each man's body was translucent and bright, shining like blood crystals, as they stepped back step by step, each about to leave the stone cliff.
"It's going smoothly. Could it be that no outsider has come?" Li Tian and the others were uncertain. Were they the only observers?
"So secretive, truly no king knows..." Yi Qingwu also frowned, finding it unexpected.
The people of the Human King Hall and the Longevity Temple also relaxed. The two ancient sacred weapons slowed their absorption of heaven and earth's essence. The two men on the stone cliff also breathed a long sigh of relief, preparing to turn around.
But in that instant, a shocking change occurred!
A tall figure, like a flying immortal from beyond the heavens, fell from the starry sky. In the blink of an eye, he was right before them, as if from beyond the domain, and impossibly fast.
He lunged at the iron-blood elder Feng Yuan, his five fingers spread wide. An overwhelming pressure radiated, as if a supreme expert had descended upon the land, invincible and unstoppable.
"Villain, how dare you!" the crowd shouted.
The eighteen ancient warships of the Human King Hall all blazed with light, swallowing the radiance of the stars and moon, blooming with traces of the Great Dao, enveloping the area.
The ancient sage's slaughter formation awakened!
But the change on the field exceeded all expectations. This tall figure was terrifyingly powerful, possessing overwhelming superiority. With one claw, he shattered half of Feng Yuan's body and snatched the half-page ancient scripture into his hand.
"Pfft"
With another palm strike, he crushed the iron-blood elder Feng Yuan into meat paste, killing him on the spot.
Just how powerful a figure could accomplish this?
The people were horrified!
Feng Yuan, powerful as he was, had stood on the ninth small step of the second level of the Immortal Platform for who knows how many years. He had even taken half a step, passing through half of the "Immortal Three Severing Dao" barrier.
Yet even such an iron-blood figure was killed so easily. The newcomer was undoubtedly a terrifying Greatly Accomplished King!
On the other side, the same thing happened. A thin, withered figure appeared out of thin air on the crystalline stone platform, spanning past and present, like a god descending upon the world.
His hand descended, forming an invincible divine domain that trapped the transcendent Zheng De Daoist inside, unable to move.
"Pfft"
His thin hand gently swept down. Zheng De Daoist, who was said to have few rivals on the Immortal Platform, was instantly shattered into four or five pieces, one divine soul fleeing.
In that brief moment, the two pages of immortal scripture forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold had all changed hands, seized by others, enraging the two ancient sects.
Greatly Accomplished Kings had arrived!
This was bound to be a great battle.
"Boom"
Suddenly, a dazzling rainbow broke through the sky, striking the thin, withered king back, attempting to snatch the half-page Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture.
A third Greatly Accomplished King appeared!
"One of the three is Yin Tiande." Ye Fan spoke, because the Vajra Ring in his hand trembled. The only imprint inside that had not been erased had a mysterious resonance with one of them.
"What? Which one?" Li Tian was shocked.
"The one who looks thin and withered." Ye Fan said.
"Good one, Yin Tiande. Didn't he ride his ox westward? Appearing here, killing his sworn brother's father!" Yan Yixi drew a cold breath.
"Bang"
Another man, like a demon god, descended from the sky. Unlike the others, he made no attempt to hide himself. His long golden hair was loose, with the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers—the Golden Crow King had arrived!
This was the fourth king!
"Kill my disciples, snatch my immortal scripture—none of you will leave!" A majestic voice sounded from within the eighteen ancient ships. The ancient sage's slaughter formation sealed everyone inside.
"Just as I thought. Even Greatly Accomplished Kings who have supposedly passed away will 'revive' a few for the sake of immortal scripture..." Yi Qingwu's beautiful eyes shimmered with extraordinary light.
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# Chapter 747: Human King
The eighteen ancient ships gleamed with cold metallic luster, relics of a sage refined through millennia of tempering. Now, they all emitted Dao marks, transforming into an ancient slaughter formation that covered the area.
The Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff was pure white. Above it, four kings clashed back and forth—divine domains, ancient arts, field energies, and overbearing fists all deployed, like stars falling, collapsing the sky, as they fought over the two pages of Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold.
At the same time, a silver great hand appeared, flying from the central ship, reaching toward the tall, heroic figure. It came down with a great seal, as if the Lord of the Human Clan had emerged!
Not long ago, a figure like a flying immortal had fallen from the starry sky, grabbed Feng Yuan to death, and seized the half-page divine gold inscribed with immortal scripture.
The owner of the silver great hand in the ancient ship was naturally enraged. That was his disciple. Now, he struck with full force, intending to kill this king.
Heavenly divine marks were carved into a primordial source seal, branded into the palm, becoming the supreme art of the Human Lord, striking downward like ten suns falling together, the starry sea collapsing.
This was the Human Lord Seal!
The tall man under attack was divinely mighty. His eyes shot two eerie beams of light. He opened his mouth and spat out primordial Dao essence, forming a precious wheel that ground away time and space.
"You haven't died yet!" The owner of the silver great hand spoke coldly from within the ship. The heavenly divine marks in his silver palm blazed even brighter as they descended.
"Haven't you not died either?" The tall man laughed coldly. His purple hair spread out, revealing his true face, as the precious wheel formed from primordial Dao essence blazed even more brightly.
"Heavenly Demon Precious Wheel!" Li Tian's expression froze. He whispered, "That is the Heavenly Demon King! Wasn't he said to have died five hundred years ago? Now three thousand eight hundred years old, still not passed away, a hundred times more powerful than the Heavenly Demon Grandmother."
At the center of the battlefield, the Human Lord Seal and the Heavenly Demon Precious Wheel collided, like two ancient universes being destroyed, collapsing.
It was a scene of mountains and rivers utterly destroyed, ten thousand ages reversed, as if at the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth, everything returning to the origin of all things.
In the distance, Ye Fan, Yi Qingwu, Li Tian, and the others were shaken. Greatly Accomplished Kings were indeed terrifying. Who could withstand such divine power in battle?
"Just as I thought. For a page of immortal scripture, kings thought to have passed away have 'revived' again." Yan Yixi sighed softly.
When one's strength reached such a level, what could still move them? Only longevity and transcendence. This ancient scripture, when mastered, could make one immortal. Naturally, they would act.
The silver great hand struck down, as if reaching from beyond the domain, clashing with the Heavenly Demon King. The two engaged in fierce combat, with no room for compromise—this was a life-and-death struggle between kings.
The precious seal carved from heavenly divine marks was as brilliant as the light of the Primordial Era. The Heavenly Demon Precious Wheel formed from primordial Dao essence was as dazzling as the rainbow of the apocalypse. They were evenly matched.
Utmost brilliance, then eternal darkness. The two ancient divine domains collapsed and fell. Their single strike seemed to turn the ancient Dao to emptiness.
The Heavenly Demon King's mouth leaked a trace of purple blood. He retreated more than ten steps in succession, his body shaking repeatedly. But he never let go of the half-page Phoenix Blood Divine Gold paper in his hand.
The silver great hand also developed a crack, slowly retreating a zhang, but it was not seriously damaged, showing its wielder's strength and terror.
"Human King, you haven't died yet..." On the other side, the Golden Crow King, his golden hair scattered, walked slowly forward. The sky trembled with every step, like a demon god.
"What? He is the Human King? He hasn't died?" Yan Yixi was shocked. He had thought this was a terrifyingly ancient giant hidden by the Human King Hall, never expecting another identity.
"You arrogant Golden Crow. Two thousand years ago, you came to my Human King Hall to cause trouble. If I had not been suffering the pain of dispersing my cultivation, how could I have let you run wild?" The owner of the silver great hand said coldly.
The Golden Crow King was now over three thousand seven hundred years old. He had rampaged through his life, daring even to go to the Human King Hall in his prime to snatch their Divine Maiden, a figure full of legend.
It was precisely because of that battle that his foundation was damaged, forcing him into seclusion for over two thousand years. No one knew what kind of opponent he had faced in that battle until now.
"You dispersed your cultivation, but you placed your primordial spirit into the Divine Maiden's Immortal Platform, catching me off guard with the most terrifying strike, nearly causing my form and spirit to perish. I have been in seclusion for two thousand years." The Golden Crow King said coldly.
"Since we have met, you count as one this time. None of you will leave." The Human King said coldly.
"You have quite the big mouth!" Beside him, the Heavenly Demon King's breathing steadied, his injuries fully healed. His purple hair flew as he advanced, tall and straight.
"Though I am old, I still have some confidence in myself." The Human King spoke, his silver great hand reaching out again.
"It really is the Human King!" Yi Qingwu's beautiful eyes flowed with colorful light, as if very surprised. A man thought dead for two thousand years had come back to life. What could be more shocking than this? It fully demonstrated the mystery and terror of the ancient sects.
The Human King Physique was an extremely terrifying constitution. Why else would they dare give it such a name? It was said that one might not appear even in tens of thousands of years—a physique with hope of smoothly attaining the Dao, a living legend.
Three thousand eight hundred years ago, the Human King Hall gave birth to such a child, sending them into ecstasy. The entire sect celebrated—this was truly a divine gift from heaven.
However, this child was plagued with misfortune. Within a hundred days of birth, he was ambushed, taking three years to save.
During that time, his Wheel Sea was broken and his Immortal Platform was damaged by forbidden arts, nearly severing both his foundation and his final path, driving them to despair.
The Human King Hall was enraged, purging everyone suspicious within the sect. Blood flowed like rivers, with corpses numbering over ten thousand—the most terrifying period in the sect's history.
In the end, they managed to raise the child using ancient methods. He shook the world even in his youth, but this Human King Physique was truly ill-fated, several times suffering the dispersion of his cultivation due to the damage to his Wheel Sea and Immortal Platform.
The most severe time was two thousand years ago, coinciding with the Golden Crow King's raid on the Human King Hall to snatch the Divine Maiden. Legend had it that he died shortly after, leaving only regret.
"Emerging again after disappearing for over two thousand years—a three-thousand-eight-hundred-year-old Human King will surely shock the world!" Li Tian sighed.
"No wonder he is so confident. Among several Greatly Accomplished Kings, he has suffered the most trials, dispersing his cultivation several times, yet he is the most confident." Ye Fan was also surprised, encountering this constitution for the first time.
"He has no hope of attaining the Dao. Otherwise, he would never have endured so many years in silence. He must have achieved nothing in the end. Having his Wheel Sea destroyed as a child was bad enough, but even his Immortal Platform was severed. Even an immortal emerging would be powerless to reverse it." Yi Qingwu sighed.
A cultivator could lose his physical body, but he could not damage the root of his primordial spirit. Otherwise, there was no hope of attaining the Dao, and he would also die.
"A pity. Separated by fifty thousand years, only one Human King appeared, yet his Dao foundation was destroyed in childhood. Otherwise, this era would likely be his, with no one able to contend with him." Yan Yixi said.
Even so, the ill-fated current Human King was still terrifying, not inferior to anyone, daring to kill Greatly Accomplished Kings!
A king, pure and sparkling like forged silver, flew out of the ancient ship, with the bearing of one who rules the world. He landed on the Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff, charging forward to battle, seeking to reclaim the immortal scripture that was rightfully his.
The Human King had made his move!
On the other side, Yin Tiande was well concealed, not revealing his identity. His divine domain enveloped the area, descending upon the unparalleled expert Zheng De Daoist, fixing him in place, shattering him, and also seizing the half-page immortal scripture.
But his situation was now quite unfavorable. The fourth and final king to arrive was attacking him, divine might overwhelming, light flooding the sky.
"Yin Tiande is terrifying. Though he is clearly at a disadvantage and about to collapse, his enemy is a Greatly Accomplished King!" Li Tian exclaimed in awe.
"He has a sacred weapon inside him, held back but not released, as he fights the Greatly Accomplished King." Yan Yixi said. At this moment, he held the Divine Maiden Furnace, sensing a mysterious resonance, after all, it was a famous artifact from the hands of an ancient Great Emperor.
Yi Qingwu, in white clothes whiter than snow, had a calm expression, saying nothing. Her autumn-water-like eyes were empty and bright, her whole person divine and agile, quietly watching the battlefield.
Ye Fan also said nothing, carefully observing the battle. He had to admit that Yin Tiande was extremely terrifying. If he had not coincidentally obtained his Vajra Ring, with that mysterious imprint inside not erased, he would never have known it was him.
Imitating the ancients by riding an ox westward to transform into the Dao was a lie. Waiting for this moment was the truth. He had not even hesitated to kill his sworn brother's father on the spot. What would he not do?
"Pfft"
Suddenly, a dazzling divine light burst forth on the battlefield. A field belonging to the attribute of light appeared, enveloping Yin Tiande inside, causing him to cough up blood, his body nearly splitting.
"Bang"
He threw the scripture fragment forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold into the air. The Greatly Accomplished King caught it, and Yin Tiande took the opportunity to break out of the field.
"Yin Tiande has suffered a great loss. He is about to retreat in defeat. Even with a sacred weapon on him, he is no match for a Greatly Accomplished King." Li Tian said.
Yi Qingwu shook her head. "You don't understand..."
"Is that so? Does he just want to withdraw temporarily..." Li Tian indeed knew little about Yin Tiande, because this man was too terrifying. He had always kept his distance and did not understand him well.
A rumbling sound came. The people of the Longevity Temple made their move. The ancient Dao temple was an ancient sacred weapon, now pressing down. It was majestic beyond compare, every tile and stone polished with the imprint of time, flowing with an undying aura.
"Light King, that scripture belongs to my Longevity Temple. Please return it."
No one came out of the ancient Dao temple, only an immense pressure was released, falling upon the sky, joining the eighteen ancient ships in intimidation.
The fourth man was actually the Light King!
No wonder his light soared to the sky, illuminating the night. Everyone present was shocked. This was a Greatly Accomplished King thought to have died eight hundred years ago, now appearing again.
"Someone still remembers me..." The Light King revealed his true face. He wore a Light Robe, his tiger eyes were intimidating, his divine martial bearing compelling. A king's crown adorned his head, his black hair thick, his whole body brilliant. He advanced with the stride of a dragon and tiger, like a heavenly king descending to the world.
Light Physique—an extremely powerful and terrifying constitution, ranked alongside the Divine King Physique. It was said that when Light and Divine King join hands, the Heavenly Dao is mine.
"Swish"
A figure flashed within the ancient Dao temple. An old man with a clear, gaunt face stepped out, as if descending a heavenly ladder step by step, arriving before the Light King.
His Daoist robe was old and worn, with a Yin-Yang Bagua on the back and a map of mountains and rivers on the front. He looked like an old Daoist walking from ancient times, exuding an endless aura of antiquity and simplicity.
"It's you, Qing Gu Daoist. A man who is not a king physique, yet has lived to three thousand six hundred years. Truly surprising. The world said you had passed away, yet here you are, still hale and hearty." The Light King said.
"It is I." Qing Gu Daoist's expression was wooden.
"Tonight can be called a gathering of the living dead. We, who died eight hundred or even two thousand years ago, meet again." The Light King said.
Indeed, the Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture had caused many Greatly Accomplished Kings thought long dead to "revive" and gather here to battle.
In the distance, Yi Qingwu and the others held their breath, silently watching. This was a grand gathering that would shake the world.
"A pity, we are not strong enough. That is immortal scripture, truly mouth-watering." Li Tian clicked his teeth.
"The opportunity is almost here. Yin Tiande will make his move. We will be the second Yin Tiande." Ye Fan said, telling the group to prepare. He held the Divine Maiden Furnace and the Guanghan Tower in his left and right palms respectively.
One was the ultimate Yang furnace, the other the ultimate Yin tower, both roots of the primordial. Immediately, Yin and Yang Qi flowed, making him look like an ancient god, with an undying divine radiance spreading.