# Chapter 800: The Reaper Has Come
The cold moon, the tranquil night, the mountains undulating, all desolate.
Under this night's moon, a group of reapers walked upon the earth. Loose black robes wrapped them tightly, even covering their heads. Silent and soundless, each one was filled with deathly aura.
Mist arose, the cold and sinister aura growing denser, drowning them. From afar, they appeared as a dark, oppressive mass.
Yang Yi had chased all the way down, tears streaming down her face. She had just awakened, her shoes already lost. Disregarding her appearance, she ran on bare feet as white as jade across the cold, hard ground, charging into the midst of the reapers.
She wanted to grab hold of the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master, to ask for an explanation, to see clearly. But that figure was too ethereal, impossible to approach.
The current Source Heavenly Master's strength was beyond imagination. Ten thousand years of existence, his body like an abyssal sea, evil qi soaring to the heavens, half-demon and half-human, he had long become an inconceivable existence.
"Fifth Generation, no matter what has happened, it's alright. Stop," Yang Yi wept.
Ye Fan could least bear to see such a scene. He sighed softly, "Ancestral Master, if you go and never look back, that might be the greatest regret of your life."
The dark mist obscured the starry sky. Heaven and earth were pitch black. The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master slowed his pace, gradually stopping, his entire body wrapped in the loose black robe.
Yang Yi stepped forward, tears glistening in her eyes, quietly looking at him.
The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master slowly lifted his black hood, pushed back the black cloak, revealing his true appearance. His entire body was covered in blood-red fur, over half a foot long, even densely covering his face, making his true features indistinguishable.
Yang Yi slowly extended a jade hand, reaching toward that face, tears shimmering. "No matter what you become, you are still the Fifth Generation from before. No matter where you go, I will always follow."
"Time is short. At dawn, I will disappear." The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master's voice was hoarse. He needed to continue on his way.
"I will go with you," Yang Yi said.
"No." The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master shook his head.
"Why? You only have one night of life left. Why won't you let me stay by your side?" Yang Yi wept, staring blankly at him.
Ye Fan was also puzzled, looking forward.
"Unless you can keep living, otherwise, leave now!" The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master said hoarsely.
Yang Yi wailed, heart-wrenching.
The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master reached out his hand, wanting to wipe away the tears on her face, but soon froze mid-air. It was a claw densely covered in red fur, with sharp, pitch-black nails.
Yang Yi grabbed his hand, placing it on her own face, grief-stricken beyond measure, crying bitterly.
"I have let you down too much..." After a long time, the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master finally spoke these words, trembling. He stood there, looking up at the sky, refusing to let his tears fall.
A great wind arose. The dark mist spread.
They set off again. Among the black-robed reapers, there was now a white-robed beauty. The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master had also shed his black robes, transforming into a red-furred monster. The two walked side by side.
The mist rolled up to the heavens, sinister and terrifying, obscuring the stars and moon. They were like yin spirits from hell, wielding reaper's scythes to harvest lives from the mortal world.
With only one night of life left, when dawn broke, they would turn to ashes, never to exist again.
There was no time to linger. They moved with lightning speed. Throughout this process, the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master continuously struck out, capturing dragon veins one after another.
It was a terrifying scene. Great dragons, hundreds to thousands of feet long, transformed into divine light, and the Source Heavenly Master easily grabbed them into his hands.
Raising his hand to capture dragon veins, casually grabbing divine source mines—what a horrifying scene this was!
Along the way, who knew how many great dragons were captured from all directions, held in his palm like insects.
Ye Fan was shocked. The current Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Ancestral Master, having survived ten thousand years without dying, had indeed become an inconceivable existence, unmatched.
He couldn't help but think of the Third Generation Source Heavenly Master Ancestor, who encountered misfortune in his later years, transformed into a monster, and was buried in the Qinling Dragon Cave, ultimately requiring the Green Emperor's killing intent to deal with him.
"See? Our lineage can also attain the Dao, but this path is rather obscure." Clearly, the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Ancestral Master was giving guidance.
Finally, he pointed out a brand, transforming it into a clear radiance that entered Ye Fan's Immortal Platform. "This is what I comprehended in my later years, along with the techniques I have recently conceived. I pass them all to you, hoping you will not have a misfortune-filled later life."
When he was in Purple Mountain, Ye Fan had listened to the Primordial Bell's waves, quietly observed the Devouring Demon Jar's Dao light, and understood the great Dao of heaven and earth. The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master had not passed these on to him then, but now he taught them all at once.
Yang Yi walked side by side with the Source Heavenly Master, watching him pluck stars and seize moons, capture the earth's dragon qi, and alter the flow of mountain and river veins. It was as if they had returned to those days when they roamed the Northern Domain, unstoppable.
They were about to attack Divine Spirit Valley, a gathering place of a Primeval Royal Clan. They would surely encounter unimaginable great enemies. The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master was preparing.
Divine Spirit Valley was located among thousands of mountains and ravines. Originally barren, today, within ten thousand li, everything was lush with green vitality.
An Ancestral King sat as immovable as a small mountain, perched on an immortal altar. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time, containing scenes of cosmic evolution and the birth of heaven and earth, incredibly intimidating.
In the distance, ancient halls stood one after another, filled with many ancient beings, all extremely prosperous and powerful.
They could not compare to the few great clans that had produced Ancient Emperors, but they were still a true Royal Clan, with the momentum to dominate the world.
"Ancestral King, it has been confirmed. The War God of the Southern Ridge Barbarian Clan is their seventeenth generation ancestral patriarch. His magical power is indeed vast and formidable, but he is about to undergo Dao Dissolution. As soon as he steps out of the Divine Source, he will immediately transform into the laws of the great Dao and return to heaven and earth."
A ferocious ancient being, with four heads and eight arms, knelt prostrate, his face full of reverence and respect.
"Killing such Southern Ridge Barbarians won't take much effort. Wiping them out in one battle, staining the southern lands with blood, is easily done," said another ancient being of high status, seated below the altar.
"Purple Mountain is likely as the Celestial Prince said. No Human Clan Great Emperor has emerged. There has been no imperial qi overflow. It has been very quiet for half a month," another ancient being spoke.
"Then what are we waiting for? Kill! Wash the Southern Ridge in blood, slaughter all the Barbarians, capture the Human Clan Sacred Body, and make him kneel outside the valley to await death," someone said grimly.
"Right, make that Human Clan Sacred Body kneel to death outside the valley. Cutting off his head directly would be too merciful." Further away, ancient beings unworthy of kneeling also echoed grimly.
On the altar, the Ancestral King's gaze swept across, as if millions of years had passed. It silenced everyone, making them dare not speak again.
"Kill, of course we must kill. Let rivers of blood flow across the land. All schemes and tricks are useless. But we must still wait, ensuring absolute certainty before striking,"
The Ancestral King's offspring spoke. Perhaps only they dared to speak at this moment.
"Do as you see fit. If you kill, kill cleanly!" This Ancestral King said grimly. Dozens of pairs of wings spread behind him, surging demonic qi rushing up to drown the altar. He said no more.
On this tranquil and cold moonlit night, a group of reapers descended. The dark mist stirred, silent and soundless, but filled with a killing aura.
Still infinitely far from Divine Spirit Valley, they halted their steps. Ye Fan and the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master stepped forward, telling them to wait and not act rashly.
Demon peaks, like pillars supporting the heavens, stood tall and majestic. In the central mountain range, a beam of spiritual light shot into the sky, exceptionally bright in the night. That was Divine Spirit Valley.
"What a fine place," Ye Fan sighed. This place was surrounded by great dragons, vein after vein of spiritual pulses. There must be divine source mines underground.
"Ten thousand years ago, I set foot here and sensed ancient kings sleeping underground. I did not act rashly," the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master said.
The two walked forward side by side, striking the dragon veins and source qi they had captured along the way into this mountain range, injecting them into specific peaks.
The Source Heavenly Master's art was miraculous, strange to the extreme, mysterious to the utmost. With a raise of his hand, thousands of small dragons flew from his palm, expanding infinitely as they neared the ground.
Ye Fan knew that Divine Spirit Valley was finished. Not to mention anything else, this terrifying source art alone was enough to burn everything.
The endless divine source underground, combined with the captured dragon veins, arranged according to the Source Heaven Forbidden Grand Formation, would destroy heaven and earth, enough to incinerate ancient sages!
"Today, Divine Spirit Valley will be erased from existence. Our Source Heavenly Master lineage will suppress the Northern Domain and restore peace to the Human Clan!" The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master's voice was resounding.
After this battle, the shock to the Primeval Clans could already be predicted. Once Divine Spirit Valley was annihilated, places like the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, Divine Silkworm Ridge, and Blood Phoenix Mountain would surely be greatly shaken.
A great storm sweeping across the world was about to begin.
What kind of person was a Source Heavenly Master? His extraordinary art shocked the world, dominating an era!
Especially the current Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master, half-human and half-demon for ten thousand years, was even more unimaginable. Not to mention source arts, his sheer strength alone had already seized the mysteries of heaven and earth's creation.
At this moment, he acted together with Ye Fan, naturally silent and soundless, inscribing dense Source Heaven Forbidden Grand Formations. Except for the Ancestral King of Divine Spirit Valley, who finally sensed something, the other ancient beings were completely unaware.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came. Two Ancestral Kings in Divine Spirit Valley awakened one after another, their eyes cold and merciless, transforming into four terrifying beams of light that pierced through.
"Clang!"
The Source Heavenly Master flicked his finger, dissolving all four beams into nothingness.
"We can begin," Ye Fan said in a deep voice.
"Boom!"
This mountain range blazed with dazzling light. Endless divine radiance surged up, piercing through the clouds. Like an eternal divine furnace, it burned fiercely.
Divine light drowned the place, turning it into a terrifying forbidden zone. The Source Heaven Forbidden Ancient Formations were fully activated. Various patterns interwove and densely covered the area, spreading in all directions.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan roared. A war halberd flew out from within the Sacred Shell, grasped in his hand. Additionally, a damaged ancient bell, simple and heavy, hung above his head.
As he swung the war halberd, black-robed reapers appeared from all directions, completely surrounding Divine Spirit Valley.
"Ao roar..." The Source Heavenly Master seemed to have gone demonic. His body's red fur spread out, extremely terrifying, as he charged into Divine Spirit Valley to kill.
Inside the Divine Spirit Valley, it was as bright as day. Ye Fan and the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master had laid down the Source Heaven Ancient Formation, intending to catch them all in one net and burn them alive to ashes.
However, the Ancestral Kings clearly could not be killed so easily. They were far too powerful and might break through.
A terrifying roar shook the heavens as if they would collapse. An Ancestral King charged out, confronting the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master.
From the Source Heavenly Master's palm, hundreds and thousands of earthly dragon veins flew out. At first, they were like tiny rays of light, but when they bloomed, they crushed heaven and earth.
"Boom!"
These were inscribed forbidden Source Heaven Dao patterns. When they flew out at this moment, they all exploded. Their power was many times greater than what Ouyang Ye had inscribed back then.
"Ah..."
This Ancestral King screamed. The large claw he extended forward, though it transformed into a small world within his palm—with heaven and earth opening, mountains and rivers flowing—ultimately exploded.
At the same time, the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master roared, transforming into Dao and demon. He charged through, and with a "puh," grabbed and broke off one of the Ancestral King's arms.
"Who are you people?" Having suffered a great loss at the first exchange, this Ancestral King could hardly believe it.
"Disciple of Emperor Wu Shi!" The Source Heavenly Master struck again.
"Human Clan Sacred Body Ye Fan!" Ye Fan also roared. Taking control within the Sacred Shell, fearless, he punched forward, golden blood qi surging to the heavens.
Inside Divine Spirit Valley, the cries of battle shook the heavens. The Reaper had come.
In the distance, on a cliff, a white-robed woman gently blew on a jade flute. Mournful and peerlessly beautiful, infinitely sorrowful.