Chapter 787: Intimidating the Kings, First Step
Had the Human Sacred Body gone mad? Everyone was somewhat stunned. Cursing the Primeval Royal Clan and calling Divine Spirit Valley trash—just how bold did one have to be to say such things out loud?
Reckless and unbridled, challenging the Primeval Royal Clan—even many Human Clan Sect Leaders felt their hearts pound with fear, worried that Divine Spirit Valley would vent its anger on everyone.
When Wang Teng learned of all this, he was somewhat dazed. Even in his most arrogant days, he had never dared such a thing. Ye Fan's actions left him speechless and stunned.
On the cliff, Hua Yunfei stood silently for a long time, never uttering a word. He considered himself able to look down upon the world, but he still lacked the courage to go wild against a Primeval King.
A divine waterfall descended like a river from heaven, vast and white, surrounded by mist and rising vapors. Holy Son Yao Guang pondered silently for a long time, gazing into the distance.
Within the Divine City of the Northern Domain, a slovenly Daoist with disheveled hair, wearing an ancient Daoist robe and holding a wine jar, reeked of alcohol. He said, "Well cursed! Divine Spirit Valley is nothing but trash!"
The people around were terrified. Divine Silkworm Daoist dared to say such things, but they dared not listen here, scattering in all directions.
Northern Domain, Blood Phoenix Mountain—indestructible through countless calamities, towering into the clouds.
Its entire body was crimson, as if dyed by phoenix blood. From ancient times to the present, it had been a forbidden secret ground, one that even Primeval beings regarded with awe.
At this moment, on the mountain, "He should have severed the Dao long ago, but the heavens do not permit it," Red Dragon Daoist said thus.
Ye Fan deeply understood the terror of Peacock King. Among the many Great Powers of the Eastern Wasteland, only he could give the Holy Lands headaches. Not only because he stood at the pinnacle, but also because he was astonishingly talented, dwelling within the Seven Prohibitions Domain.
For figures like Peacock King and Old Daoist Red Dragon, if the heavens had not changed, they would have long passed the Immortal Three barrier.
Why were Saints unseen? Why were Kings rare? All because, in the post-Ancient Era, the rules of heaven and earth had changed, making it difficult for people to attain the Dao.
Against this backdrop, every being who could sever the Dao or become a Saint was the result of various complex factors; otherwise, it was nearly impossible to break through, and such achievements could not be replicated.
If not for the limitations of heaven and earth, there would be far more powerful cultivators than now!
Old Daoist Red Dragon felt it—now heaven and earth were shifting again, all rules beginning to reenact. Thus, in recent years, he had successfully broken through in one go, and now Peacock King had also taken that step.
Why did the Ten Thousand Primeval Clans choose to emerge at this time? According to Old Daoist Red Dragon's speculation, after this transformation of heaven and earth, it would persist for an endless, long age without reversal. The Primeval clans could cultivate without fear, and in the future, many terrifyingly powerful beings would surely appear!
"The Human Sacred Body does not kneel and come to beg for death; we will begin by exterminating the Ye surname clan." That day, Divine Spirit Valley issued such a merciless proclamation.
The world was shocked and terrified. Many trembled in fear, countless people living in dread. The pressure the Primeval Royal Clan placed on the world was immense.
Even many immortal great sects felt as if a great enemy was upon them. Many grew white-haired overnight—this was a suffocating pressure.
If a Primeval Ancestral King emerged, who in the world could oppose him?
At this moment, Ye Fan was conversing with Red Dragon Daoist. Upon hearing these news, his expression changed.
"What do you plan to do?" Old Daoist Red Dragon asked.
"I want to see Yan Ruyu, the descendant of Green Emperor," Ye Fan said.
"She left the Eastern Wasteland years ago and is now in the Western Desert."
Hearing these words, Ye Fan was deeply disappointed but helpless.
"If you truly wish to see her, I can personally go and bring her back."
"Then I must trouble you, Senior," Ye Fan said.
Afterward, Ye Fan asked Red Dragon Daoist for a corpse—this was an important purpose of his visit.
"You want that Saint corpse?"
Ye Fan nodded solemnly. "Yes. I can inhabit its Saintly shell. It will be of great use to me. Whether I succeed this time is a key point."
Within Azure Flood Dragon King's treasury was a withered body that had sat in meditation and passed away who knew how many tens of thousands of years ago. It was a Sacred Body, but not a Greatly Accomplished one.
However, he had cultivated a single Secret Realm exclusively, yet still became a Saint. The solidity of his physical shell surpassed worldly imagination, making it a supreme divine material.
Not to mention a Saint formed from a Human Sacred Body—even the bones of other Saints were peerless divine objects, usable to forge any precious weapon.
Who would normally lend out such a rare divine object? If not for Ye Fan's solemn request, Red Dragon Daoist would never have asked Azure Flood Dragon King's descendant, Qing Yi, to open the treasury.
"Brother Qing Yi, I will surely repay you greatly in the future!" This was Ye Fan's promise. Not to mention other things, back when Golden Wing Little Peng King had attacked him here, this person had also intervened to stop it.
A cold corpse sat silently ahead, its flesh long dried up, skin clinging to bones. Yet it inspired awe, making one want to kneel in worship.
Within the treasury, divine radiance shimmered, treasures beyond count, but compared to this corpse, they were like mud and sand, utterly incomparable.
Ye Fan, with great care and reverence, stored it inside the Primordial Qi Cauldron and once again expressed his gratitude.
"Do you need anything else?" Red Dragon Daoist asked.
"I also want an Extreme Imperial Weapon," Ye Fan said. The place he was going was too terrifying; even Sect Leader-rank figures could not endure it.
"That is too difficult..." Red Dragon shook his head.
Now, the Extreme Imperial Weapon left by Green Emperor could not be moved recklessly. With the Ten Thousand Primeval Clans about to emerge, no one dared to lend it out. It concerned the fate of the entire Eastern Wasteland Demon Clan.
Ye Fan also knew that in the current context, no one would move an Extreme Imperial Weapon. Even in the past, such a supreme imperial weapon could not be borrowed.
In the end, Ye Fan set out, beginning a journey of life-and-death trials, having already taken the first step to intimidate the Primeval Royal Clan!