# Chapter 781: Enemy of the World or Utter Solitude
"Could she really have passed away while waiting for the Arctic Immortal Light?"
Ye Fan's heart trembled, because after activating his Heavenly Eye Penetration again, he saw the old woman's body surrounded by various complex Dao patterns, about to melt into the void.
This was the unique sign of an ancient saint undergoing Dao Dissolution!
"Really about to dissolve into the Dao?" Ye Fan couldn't help but look up and sigh deeply. Another human saint was about to leave this world. In the present age, who could still resist the Primeval Ancestral Kings?
No matter how many times he called out, no matter how many messages he transmitted, the old woman ahead showed no reaction at all, motionless like a stone statue, cold and devoid of any breath.
Only the Azure Gold Tower above her head hung in the air, dropping streams of azure energy that resonated with the dissolving Dao patterns, connecting as one.
"How could this be? She was about to silently pass away here..." Ye Fan sighed. Saints were nameless, not manifesting in the world, dying just as silently.
Ye Fan believed she was most likely waiting for the Arctic Immortal Light to emerge, but ultimately failed to obtain it. Otherwise, it wouldn't have come to this. What a pity, what a regret.
He struggled to take a step forward, entering the region that only saints could enter, but in an instant he saw the scene of his own soles cracking.
Even though he possessed the Sacred Body, his physical form far surpassing all other constitutions, he still couldn't compare to a saint. The difference was like heaven and earth. If ordinary cultivators were compared to mortals, then saints could be considered immortals.
"Crack"
Even summoning his Purple Lightning Hammer was useless. The several cracks on it were creaking. If he continued like this and forced his way deeper, it would definitely split apart.
Even if he held a genuine legendary Saint Weapon, it wouldn't work, because this place required the power of a saint to support it. A single weapon couldn't solve the problem.
This place involved not only Dao patterns but also spiritual-level pressure and tests of one's foundation. Hence, a stone tablet stood here inscribed with the words: "Saints Below, Stop Here."
"Senior, if you are aware and can still act, please rescue that youth sealed in the divine ice, let him break free."
Ye Fan said this. He had no way forward and could only retreat step by step from the terrifying vortex. Various chaotic lights slashed at his body, clanging loudly.
Not long ago, in a brief glance, he seemed to have truly seen Tu Fei, yet he couldn't enter. In this world, not only did the Eastern Wasteland have seven Forbidden Zones of Life, but other places also had terrifying secret domains that humans couldn't tread upon.
"A saint has died..." Ye Fan's heart was heavy.
In the present age, there was not a single saint guarding them. The Mad Old Man had died fighting beyond the domain, and this old woman was also about to dissolve into the Dao, vanishing from the human world.
In the Western Desert, on Mount Sumeru, there was a Battle Victory Buddha, rumored to have abilities that pierced heaven and earth. But when Ye Fan returned, he had already heard that this one was also suspected to have undergone Nirvana and left the world.
The Primeval Ancestral Kings of all clans had emerged. Who could stop them? Ye Fan didn't know. After retreating from the terrifying multicolored vortex, he felt pressure greater than the heavens. This was a despair-inducing grand era.
The human race didn't have a single saint in the world who could intimidate the realm. Those who would sit in meditation had sat, those who would fall had fallen, all withered away.
Moreover, even if the Battle Victory Buddha of the Western Desert, whose age was terrifyingly ancient, was still alive, whether he was actually human was hard to say.
The War God of the Barbarian Clan appeared unharmed, but Ye Fan had once obtained a secret from the Old Barbarian King. This was an ancient saint who had nearly dissolved into the Dao. He had fortuitously obtained Divine Source liquid to seal himself, existing in a state of neither birth nor death, unable to truly emerge.
Otherwise, who would choose to seal themselves at their peak? All who became saints were people of great perseverance, with hearts as firm as iron, never retreating. Attaining the Dao was their only choice.
Turning oneself into a "foundation" was a last resort, the most helpless choice. Once the Divine Source was shattered, they wouldn't survive for long.
Ye Fan, Li Tian, and Yan Yixi all sighed. They never expected to see a saint about to dissolve into the Dao at a place where a strand of immortal light was born only once every hundred thousand years.
At this moment, a tremendous pressure fell, filling the hearts of several people with gloom. This present grand era was terrifying. There wasn't a single unharmed human Great Saint standing tall.
"In fact, if the Primeval clans had emerged a few thousand years later, everything would have been different. This present age is one where all kings rise together, where all kinds of constitutions emerge. If these people grow up, it will be astonishing!"
The cold wind howled, heavy snow fell. This was a world of pure white, bone-chillingly cold.
"Tu Fei, I hope that one day I can see you break free with overwhelming force, fighting your way out yourself." Ye Fan turned around.
He didn't know how many years it would be before they met again. By then, things would have changed, people would be different. Wild grass would have withered from prosperity. How many heroes would have grown old and died, dust returning to dust, earth returning to earth.
Great rivers would have changed course, giant lakes would have dried up. The human world would have sunk and floated. Years would have passed. Even human prodigies would have a day of growing old.
If one day, all the old friends in the world, including enemies, had grown old and been buried in yellow earth, with only him alone immortal, even if he could intimidate past, present, and future, that would probably be a kind of sorrow. The whole world vast, with no one he knew anymore.
Ye Fan smiled. The thought that suddenly came to him felt too distant, not real.
Yet, why did his heart tremble?
A Great Accomplishment Saint Body could live at least ten thousand years. When old, would he only be able to sigh alone and reminisce about the past? Friends and loved ones would surely have returned to yellow earth many years ago.
Looking around the world, not a single old friend remained. If even enemies had all died out, with no one from the same era, that would truly be terrifying.
Enemy of the world could very well become another situation: utter solitude. Perhaps the ancient Great Emperors had all experienced this kind of sorrow.
This was more terrifying than having enemies everywhere!
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Southern Ridge. Thousands of mountains and ravines, great veins everywhere.
Half a month had passed. Ye Fan and the others had returned, but they didn't go to the Barbarian tribe. They moved silently, keeping a low profile.
Ye Fan knew that once he appeared, there would most likely be continuous great battles. He didn't know how many pairs of eyes were watching. Even after flattening an ancient aristocratic clan, there were still some ruthless people who wanted to eliminate him.
Of course, he also wanted to cut down those people. Some grudges couldn't be resolved. There needed to be a complete end.
Ye Fan didn't know that in the Barbarian tribe, old friends from the past were waiting for him. He came to Vermilion Bird City because he heard that Zi Tiantu had arrived.
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Bright Moon Palace was a very mysterious celestial pavilion, hidden above Vermilion Bird City. Only regional powers could enter. Those who could come here all had significant backgrounds.
Here, there were pure and tranquil lands for Sect Leader-rank figures to gather and discuss Dao and techniques. There were also places of romance and beauty, where peerless beauties of the Southern Ridge performed, but they would never stay overnight. Additionally, there were ancient cave dwellings left by ancient sages, moved here to allow later generations to comprehend the Dao, attracting Living Fossils to appear.
Bright Moon Pavilion was located above Vermilion Bird City in the Southern Ridge. From the outside, it appeared to be just a celestial pavilion, but once inside, it revealed a different world. Here, a small world had been created, spanning a hundred li in radius, having existed in the world for many tens of thousands of years.
In one of the gardens, the forest was deep and secluded, adjacent to a small river. A zither played, its wonderful sound moving. First soothing, then the rhythm grew tense, layer upon layer advancing, clanging and ringing, depicting a scene of a hundred boats racing, dragons leaping across the ocean.
Before the zither sat a bright and moving young girl, wearing light gauze, her black hair like clouds, her fingers nimble. Her entire body was surrounded by divine radiance, extremely gorgeous and moving.
"The Heavenly Maiden Wu of the Southern Ridge lives up to her reputation. A single wonderful tune moves the nine heavens, fitting the scene perfectly. In this present age, dragons leap and tigers prance. It is a grand era where all kinds of constitutions manifest. All sons emerge, all wanting to leap up and transform into the one true dragon, soaring alone above the nine heavens." A man sighed.
Wu Fei was one of the Four Heavenly Maidens of the Southern Ridge. Not only was her appearance world-shaking, but she also entered the Dao through music, possessing astonishing skill.
Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Lingdao, and Xie Siyuan were several young experts of the Southern Ridge. Though not as good as the Southern Demon, they still had extremely great backgrounds. Some were Divine Sons, some were grandsons of ancient demons, and some had even inherited Dao traditions, formally becoming extremely noble young Sect Leaders.
However, at this moment, they were not the main characters. They were accompanying the Young Master of Divine Spirit Valley, hosting a grand banquet for Zi Tiantu with solemn ceremony.
This garden was very quiet and secluded. A small river ran through it. Pavilions and towers dotted the forest. The fragrance of grass mixed with the smell of earth, giving a feeling of returning to nature, returning to simplicity.
Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, and Xie Siyuan, these several young experts, had not only invited Wu Fei, one of the Four Heavenly Maidens of the Southern Ridge, but also several other pearls of the Southern Ridge. Everyone gathered together, discussing the past and present, each speaking brilliantly.
With the Primeval clans emerging, these several experts clearly wanted to build good relations with Divine Spirit Valley.
The several pearls of the Southern Ridge usually looked down on everyone, but now they were all very enthusiastic, frequently toasting.
"Zi Tiantu of the Divine Spirit Valley, the number one expert of the younger generation of the Primeval clans, has arrived in the Southern Ridge. This is truly a grand event."
"Good. This time, I have come for the Human Sacred Body. If I deal with him, after returning to the Eastern Wasteland, I will naturally invite these people to the Southern Ridge to meet with everyone."
At the scene, there were not only Divine Sons and Sect Leaders of the Demon clan but also outstanding talents and pearls of the human race. Upon hearing this, their expressions revealed nothing, and they said nothing.
"Everyone, rest assured. I am only enemies with the Human Sacred Body. Now that all clans have emerged, I will not wage war against the world's teachings. I will become closer with everyone." Zi Tiantu said.
"Zheng," "Zheng"...
Long swords clanged and rang. Someone played a sword and sang loudly, charging all the way into the garden. The entire forest seemed to boil. Killing intent was like the sea. Golden blood energy shot up to the heavens.
"Zi Tiantu, have you come for me? How could I not accompany you? Today, I will kill you!"
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