# Chapter 801: Heroic Spirit Undimmed by Time
Ten thousand mountains stood tall, peaks majestic and lofty. On this deep night, Divine Spirit Valley blazed with light soaring into the heavens, blazing and dazzling, like the divine furnace of the ancient Heavenly Court burning bright.
At this moment, within the valley, battle cries shook the heavens. Everywhere were flashing blades and darting sword shadows. This was a tragic song woven from blood and life, with many fighting until they went mad.
Who could have imagined that a Primeval Royal Clan would suffer attack? They had always been the ones to rule the realm, slaughtering in all directions, looking down upon the earth.
Yet now, on this cold, clear moonlit night, a group of death gods descended from the heavens, killing their way into their territory, exceeding all expectations.
"Pfft"
Blood flowed freely. This was a blood-drenched painting. Ye Fan swept his war halberd, and instantly blood foam scattered everywhere. A group of ancient creatures were cut in half at the waist, flying sideways over ten meters, with dead bodies piled up in a large heap.
There were no words, no tangled reasoning to be had. There was only life-and-death combat, using blood and bone to perform a passionate war song.
"Ah..." The Fifth Generation Origin Heavenly Master seemed to have become a demon. He roared up to the heavens, now killing in a frenzy. His entire body's blood-colored long hairs bristled, like an immortal red ape, clashing with that Ancestral King in the Dao.
Beneath his feet, countless Origin Heaven pattern lines appeared, flashing with terrifying radiance, entwining around him and spreading in all directions. Many ancient creatures shattered.
At this moment, Divine Spirit Valley, this sacred land that should have been indestructible for ten thousand kalpas, became his source of power. All kinds of dragon qi and origin force converged toward him like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
"Boom!"
One fist shook the heavens!
Zhang Lin's head full of red hair surged like a tide, wildly dancing. He attacked with wide, open movements, assaulting this ancient Ancestral King. He did not seem like an Origin Heavenly Master at all, but rather a Battle Saint warrior.
This ancient Ancestral King's torn-off arm had long since regenerated. The dozens of pairs of wings on his back spread wide, and endless black demonic qi surged skyward as he roared and charged forward.
This was a Sage-level duel. Between their fists and palms, traces of the Dao burst forth one after another, becoming a blazing radiance of the Dao, emitting all kinds of wondrous sounds.
Each of their strikes was an evolution of the Dao's beginning, the origin of laws, containing the secrets of world-creation, becoming a terrifying battle of the Dao.
"Pop"
Like a heavenly blade cutting rotten wood, Zhang Lin joined his hands in a seal, sending forth a brilliant rainbow that cut through the net of interwoven Dao marks, closing in to strike at close range.
In close-quarters combat, blood splattered. The Dao light from his joined hands nearly sliced off half of this Ancestral King's body. Several pairs of divine wings were cut apart and fell, divine feathers dancing wildly in the air, each stained with blood.
Though wounded, this ancient Ancestral King was indeed powerful. His enormous claws broke through the Dao light, savagely piercing in, stabbing into Zhang Lin's shoulders, nearly tearing off both his arms.
Corrupt blood surged up, emitting a strange light. The Ancestral King's terrifying demonic claws were nearly corroded, and he quickly withdrew.
This was a duel of life and death, a war song of life, interpreted with blood and bone, fought with the body, clashed with Dao principles.
One who could become an Ancestral King of Divine Spirit Valley would naturally not be a docile creature. Truly enraged, few in the world could suppress him. He roared like a demon, wild and frenzied.
He was at a disadvantage in his duel with Zhang Lin and could not accept it. He did not believe this was someone from Emperor Wu Shi's command. How could a human Great Emperor still be alive until now?
"Clang!"
A cold wind struck. Ye Fan, wielding his black heavenly halberd, charged back in, splitting downward like a black lightning bolt, shattering all obstacles.
"Pop"
This Ancestral King opened his mouth and spat out a Dao flower with seven petals, each petal dazzling and beautiful, crystal clear and brilliant, blocking the black war halberd.
"Boom"
Ye Fan's left hand held the halberd in a vertical strike, while his right fist was like a dragon's head emerging from a vast golden deep sea, breaking through the waves, driving surging golden blood qi, blasting toward this Ancestral King's head.
"Thud"
A dull sound rang out. Divine Spirit Valley shook violently; if not for its innate defensive formations, it would have already collapsed.
This was a clash of physical bodies. The Ancestral King's claw, shimmering with Dao patterns, flowed with blood, then began to break apart. First the flesh peeled away, then the bones cracked.
"Pfft"
In the end, this Ancestral King's hand claw could not withstand the sea-like golden blood qi and exploded. White bone fragments and fresh red blood flew up, shocking to behold.
Light blazed from his body, emitting a rumbling heavenly sound. Traces of the Dao surged up one after another, like an ancient god chanting, deafening.
Ye Fan retreated. He lacked a Sage's comprehension of divine principles and did not have that level of magical power. This kind of ancient Dao light and divine principles was incomparable and fatal to him.
"Pfft"
He charged to another side, sweeping his iron halberd horizontally. Who could block a Sage-level physical body? One sweep cleared a swath. What magic treasures, what flying swords, what secret arts—none were effective. Pure force crushed all!
Blood dripped everywhere, broken bones flew, flesh splattered chaotically. This was a terrifying scene.
At the same time, the Fifth Generation Origin Heavenly Master once again engaged this Ancestral King in fierce battle, gaining the upper hand, occasionally spilling a string of demonic blood, dyeing the earth red.
"Ah..."
Zhang Lin went mad. His life was short. When dawn came, he would turn to ashes, never to exist again.
"Boom"
The divine valley and the surrounding mountains were all infused with dragon qi. All the Origin Heaven ancient Dao patterns manifested, bright as daylight. The interwoven pattern lines covered the heavens.
He seemed blessed by heaven. Though covered in red fur and with a ferocious face, he exuded the aura of a deity, his entire body radiant with brilliance.
"Bang"
Immortal-Sealing Six Seals!
Without divine source or stone skin, he used his hands to evolve this profound meaning, merging it with the Dao, blooming with a hazy light that swept outward.
This ancient Ancestral King's various Dao principles and endless divine power were all sealed, flowing back into him, causing backlash. He cried out and flew backward.
"Bang"
The Fifth Generation Origin Heavenly Master stepped forward, kicking through the air in a spinning strike, nearly splitting this Ancestral King into four parts. He flew high, blood streaming, over a dozen bones broken.
On a distant solitary cliff under the cold, bleak moon, a white-robed beauty played a horizontal flute. The notes were faint, like weeping, desolate yet exquisite. Tears glistened in her eyes as she blew a heavenly melody, her heart twisted like a knife, her intestines cut with grief.
Yang Yi knew this was the last night she would see Zhang Lin, the last time she would appreciate his world-dominating bearing. After this night, when dawn came, everything would turn to smoke, and she would never see him again.
She gazed at him in a daze. The flute notes were faint, cutting through the cold, empty night sky, lingering over the entire battlefield, like weeping, like telling a sorrowful tale.
In a daze, she seemed to see again the Zhang Lin of ten thousand years ago, so heroic and imposing. On the day he became an Origin Heavenly Master, all the Holy Lands came to pay homage.
The great gamble in Divine City, the battle at the Ancient Mine, the settling of the Forbidden Zone, fighting alone against enemies from all directions—his heroic bearing and proud bones, as if entering an empty realm.
In an instant, all became empty. A generation's extraordinary talent met with misfortune in his later years, his heroic bearing never to return.
Now, old and ill-omened, half-demon and half-human, his whole body covered in red fur, but that proud blood still remained. He would use his last bit of strength to suppress Divine Spirit Valley and return peace to the human race.
The final battle. He would vanish with the wind. Such was the life of an Origin Heavenly Master!
Yang Yi's tears blurred her eyes. The jade flute rested at her lips, sorrowful sobs forming a melody, echoing under the night sky, drifting far away.
Zhang Lin roared wildly, his blood-colored fur flying. Though no longer as heroic and imposing as in his youth, now only ugly, his heroic spirit still overshadowed the world.
In his hands, the Origin Heaven divine art was not only for seeking sources and cutting stones but also a sacred art of attack. He battled the Ancestral King, suppressing him with absolute superiority.
"Pfft"
The valley was filled with pattern lines everywhere, reflecting each other's light. He became the center, an immortal god. His hands moved like lightning, striking the ancient Ancestral King's half-body, nearly smashing it to pieces.
"Boom"
This ancient Ancestral King roared. All the wings on his back vibrated, sending out ripple after ripple. The Dao sound was deafening, like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses galloping.
He had been pushed to his limit. Being suppressed all this time was a first in his long years of life. He began a fierce counterattack.
"Bang"
Zhang Lin turned his hand. Light flowed down from between his fingers like a waterfall. He descended like a god, his right hand pressing down. Origin Heaven Dao patterns emerged.
The ancient Ancestral King was like being struck by lightning. That hand covered in Dao patterns, like the right hand of a god, possessed strange magical power, slapping him down, his body cracking.
"Ah..." He could not help but cry out. The divine wings on his back shattered, feathers stained with blood, drifting everywhere in the air.
"Boom"
Suddenly, the earth collapsed. Another ancient king finally made his move, charging out from the earth veins with world-defying power. In his palm, he evolved a world, within which chaos thundered, worlds were created and destroyed, annihilating everything.
He wanted to kill the Origin Heavenly Master. This was an even more powerful Ancestral King, possessing boundless magical power, causing both Zhang Lin and Ye Fan to change color.
This was an aged Ancestral King, his body stooped, purple hair scattered, with forty-nine pairs of divine wings on his back, surrounded by dozens or hundreds of divine halos.
He was gaunt and bony, but his spirit was vigorous. His words rang out like bronze bells: "You come from Purple Mountain, a subordinate of Emperor Wu Shi?"
"Correct. A subordinate of Emperor Wu Shi, respectfully following the Great Emperor's decree. Today, we suppress Divine Spirit Valley and return peace to the human race!" Zhang Lin's words rang with metallic resonance.
Then, he turned to Ye Fan and said, "Time is precious. Slaughter them all."
Ye Fan nodded. His war halberd swept, and everywhere around were death gods. They were subordinates of the Immortal Emperor, their physical bodies terrifyingly fearsome, smashing through all obstacles, annihilating every enemy.
"From ancient times to the present, this is the first time humans have attacked Divine Spirit Valley. But you will not return. Let me see how you can slaughter in all directions!"
The newly appeared ancient Ancestral King let out a great roar. Heavenly Dao sounds rang out. His forty-nine pairs of divine wings vibrated, sending out one ancient character after another, suppressing all directions.
"What cannot be killed?" Zhang Lin replied, his hands slowly moving. "Today, I will kill another ancient king right before your eyes!"
"Ah..."
Suddenly, the previously wounded Ancestral King cried out loudly. He was like a puppet being manipulated, uncontrollably suspended in midair.
His entire body was covered in Origin Heaven divine patterns, densely packed, rapidly cracking. In the earlier battle, the Origin Heavenly Master had already injected streams of origin qi into him, laying down Origin Dao divine patterns.
"Ah..."
He cried out, struggling with all his might, but could not move. He seemed fixed in the void. The other, even more terrifying Ancestral King made a move but could not save him.
Zhang Lin unfolded his supreme Origin art, as if cutting source stones with a knife. He gently moved through the air, and one after another, blood flowers burst from this Ancestral King's body as he was being dismembered.
This was an unparalleled Origin Dao secret art. During the battle, he had already planted Origin Dao marks on the enemy's body. Now he activated them, cutting like rotten stone!
"Ah..."
With one final cry, this Ancestral King's body collapsed, splitting into four parts.
Ye Fan stepped forward in an instant, his whole body boiling with golden war qi, flooding the entire Divine Spirit Valley. With one punch, he smashed the flying head into a pulp.
On the distant cliff, Yang Yi could not contain her emotions. Tears kept falling. Seeing Zhang Lin's heroic spirit undimmed as in the past, her heart twisted like a knife. Why did he only have one night of life?
"I will never see you again..." She sobbed.
The flute notes first wept and told sorrow, then suddenly rose high and clear. Dying on the battlefield, buried amidst the blade light—this was a hero's final destination. There was always a time for the curtain to fall. She blew a war song, weeping as she bid farewell.