Chapter 802: The Brilliant Eternal Morning Glow
Within the Divine Spirit Valley, blood of the Ancestral King splattered everywhere, screams filling the air. Wherever the blood touched, it instantly evaporated everything.
This broken physical body possessed a terrifying demonic nature; every drop of blood seemed to contain an immortal force, annihilating all obstacles.
This was a Sage—his entire being contained a vast sea of essence energy. Even a tiny bit of his flesh could slay a Saint Lord-rank figure, terrifying and boundless.
The Source Heaven Dao Art of the Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master was unparalleled in the world. Dismantling a Sage's body was like cutting stone—decisive, fierce, clean, and neat.
It was a horrifying scene. All the ancient creatures were stunned. Even the Ancestral King's head had been smashed to pieces by a single punch from the Human Sacred Body. To them, this was shocking and terrifying, beyond imagination.
Since ancient times, no human had ever dared to launch a campaign here. And now, they came with such overwhelming force, breaking through like splitting bamboo. Even an Ancestral King had been shattered, chilling the hearts of many ancient creatures.
"Chi!"
In the void, amidst the shattered flesh, a brilliant light bloomed. A dazzling rainbow beam shot out from the broken meat.
"I knew you would pull this trick!" Ye Fan sneered inwardly. He had fought against Zi Tian Du before and knew well that this clan possessed a bizarre ancient art.
Why had this clan named their dwelling place the Divine Spirit Valley? There was a reason. Their main cultivation was of the divine spirit; the physical body was merely a waystation!
The Divine Spirit Valley ultimately aimed to cultivate the primordial spirit, refining their own divine spirit. At the highest level, they would abandon the physical body.
As a powerful Ancestral King, his cultivation had undoubtedly reached a terrifying height. His primordial spirit was unimaginably strong, more than capable of discarding his fleshly shell.
Ye Fan had calculated this deliberately. Knowing all this, he felt no fear and charged forward.
"Ignorant human. Before a divine spirit, what use is your strongest sacred shell? To me, it is but a stinking bag of skin, a waystation, a place for a brief stop. Now, I will take it for my own use."
A blazing radiance emerged. A new Primeval Ancestral King stood in the void, rising from the shattered flesh and lunging forward. He seemed forged from light, impossible to look at directly.
The entire heaven and earth rumbled. Various Dao patterns appeared, as if concepts like immortality, eternity, and ten thousand ages were about to collapse.
Even the Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master's pupils emitted a strange light. He frowned slightly. If he were not careful, he might indeed suffer a great loss.
This was the most powerful forbidden art of the Divine Spirit Valley. It was like a divine spirit descending into the mortal world, specializing in severing primordial spirits and seizing Dao bodies—a terrifying secret art that ruined a cultivator's foundation.
"Weng!"
Ye Fan spread his arms and actively welcomed the attack, as if opening the door to welcome a thief. He offered no resistance at all, letting the immortal primordial spirit light fly toward him.
"What? Does he dare to be so arrogant? Is he seeking death?"
"Even if it is a sacred shell, it is but a waystation for our Ancestral King. Does he dare to open the door and meet the attack?"
Many ancient creatures sneered. They had just suffered a great loss, but now they finally saw a turning point in the battle.
However, the Primeval Ancestral King was extraordinary after all. Seeing this, he sensed something was wrong and wanted to retreat, withdrawing his attack.
But it was too late. Ye Fan's body was like a bottomless abyss, especially his Immortal Platform, which was deep and profound, transforming into a chasm that swallowed the Ancestral King's primordial spirit.
"Ah... No!"
He screamed in terror, as if he had discovered the most horrifying thing. He felt as if he were facing an ancient emperor from the Primordial Era. His very soul trembled and cracked.
He had only felt this sensation once in his life—at the end of the Primordial Era, when he went to pay homage to the old Battle Saint Emperor. He had felt the supreme heavenly might, unable to resist sinking, kneeling there without daring to move.
Now, as he plunged into this chasm, he had the same feeling. He screamed in terror, finally understanding what had happened. He must have rushed into the weapon of a Primordial Emperor.
Or, more precisely, he had entered the Extreme Imperial Weapon of a Human Great Emperor. This was like a moth flying into a flame—seeking death.
Clearly, the Human Sacred Body had dug a pit and waited for him to use this ancient art to seize his Dao body, luring him into a death trap. This was a fatal strike.
"Ah..."
With a final miserable cry, a dark light flashed on Ye Fan's brow, and everything returned to calm, not even a ripple escaping.
Everyone was stunned. The various factions of the Divine Spirit Valley were terrified to the point of heartbreak. This was the foundation of their sect, a transcendent divine art, and it had been dismantled.
A Primeval Ancestral King! Silently, without a sound, he had been devoured instead, turning into a wisp of smoke, ceasing to exist, not even a splash left behind.
The Devouring Demon Jar was the weapon of a Great Emperor from antiquity! Not to mention a Primeval Ancestral King—even the sun, moon, and stars could be devoured. Rushing into it willingly was naturally a dead end.
"Roar..."
Beside him, another even more powerful Primeval Ancestral King roared. Rolling demonic energy surged up, instantly blotting out the stars and moon in the sky.
He stepped down, collapsing the divine void, and rushed forward swiftly. His entire body was radiant, demonic energy overwhelming the heavens. In his eyes, mountains and rivers crumbled, the sun and moon sank—an utterly terrifying sight.
This was the imprint of the Dao. With his peerless dharma power, he slashed at Ye Fan's primordial spirit, attempting to cleave open his Immortal Platform.
"Ding!"
The Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master made his move. With a gentle flick of his finger, countless Source Heaven patterns appeared in all directions. The entire Divine Spirit Valley became an altar, divine light blazing like flames.
He was about to sacrifice every living being in the entire valley!
At the same time, the Source Heaven Master used this supreme forbidden Source Array to block this ancient king, then calmly moved in to kill him.
This ancient king's gaze flickered, filled with the vicissitudes of ten thousand ages. The power of reincarnation surged forth as he shouted, "Tribulation Path Reincarnation!"
This involved "tribulation" and "Dao," the two alternating, transforming into a cycle of reincarnation. It ground away the constraints of space, severed the cause and effect of time, and possessed immeasurable divine power.
Facing this divine principle, the Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master displayed a cultivation that looked down upon the mortal world. Source patterns covered his body, merging with heaven and earth. He stepped on the boundless earth and held up the eternal blue sky with his hands.
His entire body glowed, like an eternal deity. From all directions, the essence of heaven and the energy of earth surged toward him. Dao imprints became divine rivers interweaving in the void.
Ten thousand mountains moved in unison. Endless earth veins came to life. The heavens hummed with Dao, and mysterious light descended. All of this was used by the Source Heaven Master alone. With every gesture, he represented the will of this heaven and earth.
"Boom!"
He gently reached out and pressed forward, as if shattering this world. The ancient king was instantly crushed, shrinking down, coughing up blood, his bones exploding.
At the beginning of the Dao, at the end of the Source, Source Art was also a form of the Dao. Cultivated to the extreme, one achieved unity of heaven and man, wielding the Heavenly Dao, omnipotent.
This Ancestral King was gaunt and extremely powerful, but now he coughed up blood, suffering a Dao injury. In his eyes, all things rose and fell, then all scenes collapsed at once. He became even more terrifying.
Ye Fan was about to use the Devouring Demon Jar, but the Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master stopped him, secretly warning, "Let them believe we have come on the decree of Emperor Wu Shi to suppress the Divine Spirit Valley and intimidate the ten thousand clans. Do not recklessly use the Devouring Jar. Otherwise, it will be difficult to erase the aura of the Ruthless Great Emperor afterward."
"Kill!"
At this moment, no more words were needed. Only life could compose the battle hymn. There was nothing left but to fight to the death.
Ye Fan, with a broken bell hovering above his head and wielding the black war halberd, slaughtered in all directions within the Divine Spirit Valley, as if entering an uninhabited land.
"Pu!"
The iron halberd swept across a large area. Dark light flickered. Six or seven blood-stained heads flew up, their faces filled with unwillingness and terror. Headless corpses fell into pools of blood.
"Pu!"
Ye Fan killed in all directions. The iron halberd struck out, mowing down enemies like grass. One ancient creature after another was cut in half. Blood dyed the ground red. Corpses paved the path ahead.
Wherever he passed, there were few who could resist. He fought with great openness and power, battling in all directions. Blood gushed forth, forming small rivers. Bones lay everywhere underfoot.
And those Death Gods were also extremely terrifying. Their physical bodies were too solid, no weaker than a sacred shell.
Because they were the former subordinates of the Immortal Emperor, a group of divine generals. Even after countless ages, they remained unmatched.
Various weapons and ancient treasures struck their bodies, but could not leave a single scratch—terrifying and boundless!
They were like a steel torrent, unstoppable. One of them was worth a thousand troops and horses, sweeping away all obstacles.
Throughout history, the Primeval Royal Clan had always been exalted, ruling the world, looking down upon the land. When had they ever been attacked like this?
Now, the slaughter was so fierce that the sun and moon lost their light, ghosts wailed, and gods howled. The Divine Spirit Valley was quickly turning into a Ghost Valley. Corpses were everywhere, and the wind and rain of blood and gore were boundless.
For the first time in history, humans had stepped into this place, launching an invasion. This was a shocking change!
On the other side, the Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master let out a long cry. His proud blood remained. He fought to a boil, suppressing the Primeval Ancestral King, about to slay him.
This Ancestral King unleashed his strongest strike. Forty-nine pairs of divine wings fluttered. The sound of the Great Dao resonated like a bell. Behind him, an immortal deity appeared.
Blinding light surged. One divine ring after another appeared, encircling him. The divine wings flapped, and the deity moved in sync with him, both attacking forward together.
Traversing the universe's primordial chaos, condensing the mysteries of heaven and earth!
Opening heaven and earth, the beginning of the Dao, the principles of the divine—all slashed forward.
Fixing the veins, sealing the universe!
Facing the Ancestral King's peerless technique, the Source Heaven Master once again used an ancient art from the Source Heaven Scroll.
One divine light after another poured down from between his fingers, like silk threads, turning into soft radiance. They penetrated everywhere, piercing through the void, binding forward.
This was the art of fixing mountain and river dragon veins. It could also bind the sun, moon, and starry rivers, changing heaven and earth. Now, it had become a life-slaying divine principle!
The Ancestral King's divine wings were bound. The deity that appeared behind him was trapped, as if in a purgatory, completely immobilized.
"Ah..." A miserable scream echoed through the night sky.
His body was torn apart, as if divine chains had wrapped around him, strangling every part of his body until it cracked.
The Source Heaven Master seemed to have merged with the Dao. He turned his hand and brought it down. Endless divine light, the rumbling of the Great Dao, descended with a roar—terrifying and boundless.
"Pu!"
This Ancestral King was shredded by the divine chains of the Dao. His primordial spirit flew out, trying to seize a Dao body, but was shaken into dust by the rumbling Dao sound.
"Bang!"
But at the same time, the Source Heaven Master also suffered a heavy blow, almost torn in half. An ancient Ancestral King, decayed beyond recognition, appeared and tore off half of his body.
The last Ancestral King of the Divine Spirit Valley had appeared. He had been in deep slumber all along, only now awakening, breaking out of the Divine Source.
He had no hair, his skin was wrinkled. Clearly, his lifespan was nearly exhausted, at the point of utter depletion. But he was also extremely powerful, terrifying to the extreme.
This was the ancestor of the current Divine Spirit Valley!
The Source Heaven Master was covered in blood. Even his red fur was stained red. Yet he was very calm. He did not reattach his missing half. He stood quietly, facing the front.
"Fifth Generation..." On the cliff, Yang Yi was in tears. The Source Heaven Master, no longer in his prime, remained as unyielding as ever, just like in the past.
"Grandmaster!" Ye Fan stepped forward, wanting to act.
The Source Heaven Master stopped him and said, "The eighty-one great flags can destroy heaven and earth once. Use them when you see fit. But after being brought out, they are about to collapse. They won't last long."
After saying these words, he faced forward calmly, looking straight at the most ancient Ancestral King.
This night was almost over. The silver moon was tilting westward. There was not much time left.
The Source Heaven Master looked at the sky, looked at the earth, said nothing, then turned to look at the distant cliff, where a beautiful figure stood.
Dawn was approaching. Time was running out. He was about to disappear.
"Fifth Generation!" Yang Yi wailed, rushing over recklessly, throwing herself into the Source Heaven Master's arms. She let his blood stain her white dress, holding him tightly, unwilling to let go, afraid he would vanish in an instant.
"Promise me, live well." The Source Heaven Master gently patted her back, slowly wiping the tears from her face.
At that moment, the most powerful Ancestral King of the Divine Spirit Valley finally struck again. The Great Dao pressed down on the heavens, destroying everything!
"Through a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages, sever the Dao in a single dream!" At the same time, the Source Heaven Master shouted. His body transformed into an immortal divine light.
No sound, no fluctuation, boundless and infinitely peaceful. This divine principle cut through the entire Divine Spirit Valley. The Ancestral King bore the brunt of it, rapidly evaporating.
Then, the other creatures in the valley continuously shattered, dissolving into this immortal Dao light.
"What needed to be done is done. The Source Heaven Master lineage has wiped out the Divine Spirit Valley, suppressed the Northern Domain, and returned peace to the human race."
The Source Heaven Master's words were resolute, ringing out like the clanging of a sword.
Finally, he reached out and gently wiped away the last tear from Yang Yi's face.
"Fifth Generation!" Yang Yi held him tightly, afraid of losing him.
A ray of morning light broke through the dawn, cutting across the sky.
The Source Heaven Master's entire body was bathed in a layer of golden light. All the red fur receded, disappearing completely, revealing his true appearance—a heroic and majestic figure.
He smiled brilliantly, just as in his youth—so confident, with transcendent grace. The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, Yang Yi, was instantly stunned. Her heart was torn, tears streaming down like rain. She tried to hold on tightly.
But everything turned to nothing. This heroic young figure slipped through her fingers like sand, becoming fragmented light, slowly trickling away, gradually disappearing.
"No, Fifth Generation... Come back!" Yang Yi wailed, tears flowing endlessly. She tried to hold onto the last wisp of light, but could not grasp it.
The fragmented light continued to trickle, spilling through the gaps between her fingers. That heroic figure blurred and disappeared.
The Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master, with his unparalleled grace, departed from the world, unforgettable.
He had fought through the darkness to carve out a bright and clear world, returning peace to the human race. In the end, he transformed into the Dao amidst the morning glow, becoming an eternal rainbow.
The Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master had fulfilled his mission, done what needed to be done, and left like this, leaving behind endless sorrow.
This morning glow, this dawn, would forever remember his achievements, everything he had done...