Chapter 804: The Dharma Decree of the Battle Victory Buddha
"A person's life is but an instant in the long river of time. But if one dies, it is forever, longer than ten thousand ages."
"One does not speak lightly of death, because life is far shorter than death, and is worth cherishing."
These were words once spoken by **. Yang Yi thought of them obsessively, her eyes blurring once again. In the end, clutching that handful of yellow earth, she walked away step by step.
Where would her next stop be? Perhaps the ancient stone village of the Origin Heavenly Masters, perhaps the current dwelling place of **'s descendants, perhaps the Jade Pool.
Ye Fan watched her leave, able only to let out a soft sigh. He could not help; many things must be crossed by oneself to truly pass that threshold.
The Northern Domain was in chaos. The unfathomable Divine Spirit Valley had been annihilated, erased from the Ten Thousand Clans, overturning everyone's thoughts and exceeding all expectations.
As a major Primeval Royal Clan, it had endured countless calamities, standing firm since ancient times. What kind of enemies had it not faced?
How brutal were the Primeval years, with ancient clans standing side by side, experiencing wars where blood flowed like water, battles between races that often lasted thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
They were the essence of that era; otherwise, how could they have been passed down, growing stronger with each battle, enfeoffed as a royal clan? They had seen great spectacles and encountered endless powerful foes.
Having survived the great tribulation of the Primeval era, they thought they could dominate the world and slowly recover over a few thousand years. They never expected to be destroyed as soon as they emerged.
And it was done by the human race, whom they had despised. In the Primeval era, this race was not highly regarded, having faced extinction several times, struggling to survive until today.
Having just awakened from slumber, believing it was their glorious age, such an outcome sent chills down the spines of many ancient clans, filling their hearts with cold dread.
Undercurrents surged; the entire Northern Domain was unsettled. Only the human race was stirred, their blood boiling. The actions of those under Emperor Wu Shi's command had captured everyone's hearts.
The impact of this battle was immense. All Primeval races were terrified. If such a powerful clan as Divine Spirit Valley could be destroyed, who would not be afraid?
When Ye Fan heard these news, he was gratified that ** had not died in vain. One battle had suppressed the Northern Domain, and all sides were fearful.
He did not waste time and hurried to his burial site to retrieve his true body. Having considered the danger of entering Purple Mountain, he had left behind his physical form and a wisp of his primordial spirit before leaving, preserving a hope of resurrection.
The mountain was quiet, barren of any vegetation, without a sound. Ye Fan dug through the soil, going straight down several thousand meters, and immediately changed color.
"Someone has been here!"
He grew anxious. This was his Dao body, the foundation for attaining the Dao. Any mishap would be unbearable. Who had come here?
When he reached the deepest part of the underground, he saw a tomb raider's tunnel, so naturally crafted it seemed heaven-made. Ye Fan's nose nearly twisted with anger as he cursed, "Dog-fathered Duan De!"
That virtue-lacking fat man wasn't in sight. If he were, Ye Fan wouldn't mind stringing him up and beating him, turning into a violent madman.
"I am a great archaeologist." In the underground stone chamber, only this line of text remained. The Source Heaven array patterns Ye Fan had laid were all dismantled.
"Fatty Duan..." Ye Fan ground his teeth. Where was that bastard now? How could he be found?
He left the place, using the Heaven-Shifting Earth-Transforming Art to make this flesh shell appear younger, then walked toward a human city. He desperately wanted to know what had happened in the month he had been missing.
He didn't know until he investigated, and when he did, he was shocked. That fat man Duan De really dared to bluster. The Celestial Prince was called an egg, Yuangu was called a watermelon. He challenged everyone everywhere, clamoring for a decisive battle, but every time he would brush past his enemies, never actually fighting.
Over the past month, the dead fat man had been provoking and shouting everywhere, even cursing Divine Spirit Valley into a hammer. With an aura of being an enemy to the world and dominating alone, he hadn't been killed yet and was still bouncing around—that was a skill in itself.
For over a month, the momentum of the Human Sacred Body was unmatched. If not for the annihilation of Divine Spirit Valley, everyone would be talking about him.
Ye Fan was speechless. Although the people Duan De provoked were also ones Ye Fan wanted to kill, that bastard was just too asking for a beating.
He chased after him, wanting to find his trail and quickly retrieve his true body. But that bastard seemed to know he had made too many enemies recently and was in danger, so he had hidden himself, making it hard to catch him.
In the following half month, the Northern Domain was in great chaos. All clans were pondering, secretly investigating, wanting to know the truth.
Blood Phoenix Mountain, Divine Silkworm Ridge, Fire Qilin Cave—these places had produced ancient emperors. Whether they possessed imperial weapons or other hidden foundations was hard to say. Even they were shocked and investigated everywhere.
Whether the ancient great emperors still lived became a thorn in the side of all ancient clans. Logically, they should not exist in the world, but this battle was too terrifying.
"Why is this happening?" Primeval Ancestral Kings murmured, pondering all this, long silent.
In the Primeval years, the wild lands were filled with towering ancient trees and rampaging strange beasts. Wars often broke out between tribes, but rarely were they so devastating. In one night, Divine Spirit Valley was completely wiped out.
In the following month, the Northern Domain remained complex and chaotic. No one dared to make any major moves, all afraid of touching some bottom line.
Finally, several major ancient imperial clans consulted and issued a proclamation, stating that attaining the Dao and becoming an immortal was the ultimate goal of cultivators, and there was no need to harm each other on this path.
As soon as this news broke, the world was in uproar. The tone of the Primeval clans had clearly softened considerably. They no longer seemed to be above everyone else and were willing to coexist peacefully with the human race.
"Whether it was the ancient emperors of the Primeval era or the human great emperors of later ages, they all said that all things mutually give rise to and overcome each other. The propagation of all races has its reason for existence. Heaven treats all equally."
A member of the Primeval imperial clan spoke these words, shaking the world once more. Had they changed their tough attitude? Would they truly treat humans peacefully?
When some human sect leaders learned of this, they vaguely guessed the ancient clans' fear and intentions. They quickly responded, saying that a great age rarely seen in ten thousand ages had arrived, and it should become a prosperous era, not a terrifying chaotic one.
In the following period, the chaotic situation in the Northern Domain eased considerably. Both the human race and the Primeval clans secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
During this time, all sides were probing, sending signals through special occasions, many of which touched on key issues.
In the end, it seemed a tacit understanding was reached. No Primeval clan spoke again of conquest, of seizing the regions richest in spiritual medicine, dragon qi, earth marrow, and so on.
Human great sects also timely expressed their stance. The five domains were vast and boundless, with many famous mountains and great rivers to occupy. The ten thousand clans would not lack pure lands.
**'s one battle had suppressed the Northern Domain. The world seemed to have suddenly become peaceful. For a short time, major chaos would likely not occur.
However, every major sect knew this was only temporary calm. No one could say what the future would hold.
"Ancestor, your battle has made the Primeval clans afraid. Your merit will forever be remembered by the human race." Ye Fan sighed deeply, pouring a bowl of wine onto the ground as an offering.
At the same time, he felt a sense of longing. Emperor Wu Shi's prestige was truly unmatched. This time, borrowing the name of his subordinate had played an incredibly significant role.
"This may not last long," Ye Fan muttered to himself. Continuing to intimidate would only become harder. Although there were still a few steps to take, the time was not yet right.
At the very least, there could be a period of relative peace for now. He had to grow quickly, to have a foothold when the true dark turmoil erupted.
The ten thousand Primeval clans had countless connections with the seven Forbidden Zones of Life. These were places even the ancient great emperors could not completely eradicate. If one thought deeply about it, it was truly terrifying.
Had a relatively peaceful period arrived? Everyone was rejoicing, but no one knew how long it would last.
"Duan De, you bastard, where the hell have you gone?" Ye Fan cursed.
"Amitabha..." On this day, from the distant Western Desert, an ancient Buddhist chant echoed from Mount Sumeru, shaking all the ancient temples.
On this day, a Buddhist disciple from the Western Desert traveled east, crossing the Central Province, entering the Eastern Wasteland, and finally arriving at the Northern Domain, bringing a Dharma decree.
"Peace under heaven." Only these four characters, written with strokes like iron hooks and silver strokes, vigorous and powerful. As soon as it was unfurled, the heavenly Dao rumbled, divine sounds descended from the sky, and Dao light shot into the heavens.
It was as if a group of ancient Buddhas were chanting, their voices spreading across the land, instantly silencing everyone.
The Battle Victory Buddha had not died!
This news spread in the first moment, shaking the five domains. Even the Primeval clans were shocked, and all ancient kings trembled.
Both the human race and the Primeval clans did not know what feelings to harbor toward him. It was said he was a Primeval king who had converted to the human Buddhist faith, cultivating on Mount Sumeru, becoming a Buddha.
Earlier, it was rumored that he had died while in secluded meditation. Unexpectedly, he had not died and still lived in the world.
Even though the Primeval clans were incredibly powerful, they had to be wary of him. The human race needed no further mention.
Who was the Battle Victory Buddha? It was said he was a Battle-Saint Ape, the younger brother of the ancient Battle Saint Emperor, raised under his guidance. His cultivation was terrifyingly high!
In his youth, he feared nothing, rampaging across the land. His cultivation could match the Saint Emperor at the same age. He was the bravest in the Primeval era, slaughtering countless powerful beings.
If it was truly him, no matter how powerful an ancient king, they would have to think twice before jumping out.
Moreover, after the Primeval clans emerged, they had searched the ancient lands of the Battle-Saint Ape Lineage and found no trace of the old Saint Emperor's weapon. Many speculated it had been taken by his younger brother.
The younger brother of the Primeval Battle Saint Emperor, if coupled with an ancient imperial weapon, who could oppose him? Annihilating a clan would not be too difficult.
For him to emerge from seclusion at this time and pass down such a decree would naturally cause a great shock.
Was the Battle Victory Buddha trying to mediate the current conflicts, wanting all sides to calm down? This was not something just anyone could step forward to do, but truly, no one dared to criticize him.
Ye Fan was quite shocked. Laozi, Shakyamuni, the Battle Victory Buddha—one familiar name after another. Finally, there was still one in this world who had not gone far.
Before long, the Northern Domain was abuzz with heated discussion, nearly boiling over, because the major Primeval clans proposed holding a Ten Thousand Clans Assembly.
This was absolutely a shocking piece of news, most likely related to the Battle Victory Buddha!
At that time, every major clan would send someone to participate. Such a grand gathering would surely be sensational.
Many human sect leaders responded, feeling that such an assembly should take place, where they could sit down and discuss some tense issues in detail.