Chapter 911: Yin Gods
A boy and a girl, two young attendants, both around eleven or twelve years old, with rosy lips, white teeth, and a beautiful, spiritual appearance, yet they carried an air of premature worldliness.
Everyone was dumbfounded, their hearts crawling with unease. They were all stunned. Were these two clever, delicate little ones telling the truth? This was too terrifying.
They had once served the Feather Transformation Great Emperor? It was incomprehensible! If true, it would lead to an endless number of incredible mysteries.
"Grave robber, take a look and see if these two are vicious ghosts?" Big Black Dog felt extremely uncomfortable, compressing his divine sense transmission to the lowest possible level as he extended a large claw to poke Duan De.
"They're alive, no doubt about it, but there's a strange aura about them that makes my hair stand on end involuntarily." Duan De couldn't help but shudder.
He brought out Death Spirit Grass, Yama King Earth, Nine Nether Fetuses, and more, then even sprinkled Yellow Spring Water, acting like a shaman, muttering incantations and waving his arms. Anyone watching would think he was having a seizure.
Unfortunately, none of it worked. In the end, Duan De sat down heavily on the ground, muttering dejectedly to himself, "I've been robbing graves my whole life, but today I might have run into my ancestors."
The people from the various Holy Lands and several Divine Dynasties didn't quite believe it. There were already two different theories about whether the Feather Transformation Great Emperor even existed. He was a figure from at least three hundred thousand years ago. How could his young attendants still be alive!
"Don't be so sure. Those two young attendants carry the power of time on them. I don't know if they've lived for nearly three hundred thousand years, but I can confirm that their physical bodies have existed for at least tens of thousands of years." A withered old man from the Wind Clan stepped forward, his expression grim as he stared intently ahead.
When this old man spoke, the Wind Saint Lord and Wind Phoenix were both at his side, clearly indicating his great background, drawing the attention of many.
"What? He's still alive?" Many were greatly shocked.
"It's him!"
Quite a few people were stunned. All the Saint Lords present were filled with astonishment, showing looks of shock. Some sect masters had only seen him in their youth, and it was rumored that he had passed away two thousand years ago.
The previous generation Saint Lord of the Wind Clan!
This was a figure from the same era as Jiang Taixu. Although he hadn't shaken the world like Divine King Jiang once did, hailed as the number one offensive power in the Eastern Wasteland over five thousand years, living long in this era was also a form of capital. His ability to survive for over four thousand years without dying was itself a testament to everything—a minor miracle.
The Supreme Elder of the Wind Clan was still alive, unfathomably deep. Everyone's expressions changed. A person of this age would never speak falsely. Could it be that the two young attendants truly were…
No one dared to think further. People trembled, looking at the two rosy-lipped, white-toothed children, then at the stone carvings in the ancestral temple, feeling even more unsettled.
Why was the figure of the Feather Transformation Great Emperor so blurry? Being in the ancestral temple, there should have been a golden statue erected, but it was too indistinct, as if shrouded in mist. In contrast, the two young attendants were lifelike, as if they had stepped out from the stone walls, vivid and real.
"I don't believe it!" No matter the time, there were always those bold enough to defy common sense; people's thoughts differed.
A few shook their heads with cold smiles. One sect master said, "I suspect some major force is trying to cover the sky with one hand, scare us all away, and monopolize this place by deliberately conjuring up two snot-nosed kids."
"Hehehe…"
In the ancestral temple, the two young attendants came together, looking down from above. The boy laughed, a sound that sent chills down spines, his voice rough and aged. "Arrogant talk! How dare you act recklessly here? Who can cover the sky with one hand and monopolize this place?"
He extended a tender little hand, which instantly enlarged, moving faster than anyone could react. He pointed a finger, sparkling with precious light but carrying a chilling coldness.
"Ah…" A miserable scream rang out.
"Pfft!" A splash of blood blossomed, followed by deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned, their hearts filled with dread. The scene before them sent cold air seeping into their very bones. That eleven or twelve-year-old attendant had crushed a sect master to death with just one finger.
"Can you do that?" Ye Fan asked Qi Luo.
"These two young attendants are ancient saints. They are not opponents we can face!" Qi Luo said gravely.
"What? These two children are ancient saints? Then… no mistake, they must have served the Feather Transformation Great Emperor. Otherwise, how could they be so powerful!" Pang Bo and Dongfang Ye exchanged glances, shivering with fear.
What exactly was the Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty trying to do? The two attendants at the side of their founder from over two hundred thousand years ago were still alive. That mysterious Great Emperor might not have died after all!
What had happened back then? Could it be that they had voluntarily retreated and given up their rule? Many felt a vague unease. This foremost ancestral vein of the Central Province was no ordinary place. Could it be, as they had just speculated, that they were plotting something with the Primordial Dragon?!
Duan De said with a trembling voice, "They want to draw upon the dragon energy and ancestral veins of the entire Central Province. The legendary ascension of the entire sect might be real."
Feather Transformation and Ascension to Immortality—this was the ultimate goal of that Divine Dynasty. To achieve it, they had once traveled to other star domains. Their strength had reached its peak, and they had undoubtedly made extensive preparations back then.
Ye Fan and the others felt a chill. Earlier, in the thirty-fourth layer of the temple's small world, they had seen so many vicious ghosts. And that black mountain was directly connected to the foundation of the Central Province's former foremost ancestral vein.
Anyone who thought about it could piece together some things. It was too monstrous. How vast must their actions have been to transform the foremost ancestral vein into a ghost vein?!
Now, the dragon energy had all been converted into ghostly energy, surging up to the heavens with wails and howls, a far cry from what it had been back then.
Over two hundred thousand years ago, the Central Province's foremost ancestral vein had spewed auspicious clouds, rainbows spanning the sun and moon, brilliant and radiant, like a celestial mansion.
"What do you mean by this?" someone asked.
"You have intruded upon the Great Emperor's resting place, and you ask us what we mean?" The two child-like ancient saints said coldly.
At this moment, other experts also sensed it. Although the two attendants had restrained their auras, they still felt like facing a primordial savage beast. They were undoubtedly ancient saints!
Many from the Ancient Clan had also arrived, their faces pale. Those who came were all super experts, including half-step saints, yet they trembled in fear before the ancient saints.
Everyone fell silent. This place was not unoccupied; it could hardly be considered a masterless relic. Two living saints were guarding it.
Many were even more terrified. Raiding a saint's lair was pure suicide!
"You have come here, and we do not blame you. After all, it has been sealed for many years. But you must apologize to the Great Emperor," the two attendants said.
Many did not speak, their hearts in turmoil, feeling uncertain. Would the two ancient saints really let them go? Except for a few Holy Lands with Imperial Weapons, everyone else was uneasy.
The two attendants gestured, indicating that the Feather Transformation Great Emperor was sleeping in the small world ahead and that they should go to apologize.
The scene fell into dead silence. No one took a step forward. They couldn't fathom the attendants' intentions, and their hearts were greatly shaken.
The Feather Transformation Great Emperor… he… dwelled in the final layer of the sacred temple's small world! Was this true or false? No one dared to move.
The two attendants pointed, and an ancient path led straight to the highest sacred temple, where a stone door was tightly shut. Everyone felt a chill. If the Feather Transformation Great Emperor truly slept inside, their actions were laughable, and the Five Domains would undergo an earth-shattering upheaval!
For a long time, the place remained deathly still, with no one speaking. After a considerable while, someone finally moved, truly walking forward to see what was there.
"Flap, flap"
As a group passed through the depths of this temple, many demons with bat-like wings flew out. They had been hanging from the eaves and other places.
"Descendants of the Yin Gods!" Duan De cried out, as if suddenly remembering something.
Many were also stunned. When they first entered the first layer of the sacred temple, they had suffered heavy losses. Many such Yin beings had appeared, hanging upside down from the eaves, draining the essence, blood, and flesh of numerous experts, leaving only a layer of human skin. Now they appeared again.
"They… are Yin Gods!" Duan De shouted, finally understanding the identity of the young attendants. They had encountered legendary living ancestors.
The sound of flapping demonic wings continued incessantly. The Yin beings covered the sky, but they did not attack. Each one was ferocious and chilling.
"The Yin Gods have not transformed; they are still here. Heavens…" Duan De's heart was completely chilled. He stated directly that now, not even Yama King Earth, Yellow Spring Water, or Nine Nether Fetuses would work. Even moving in a Nether King Palace might not be able to suppress them.
These two young attendants were indeed not Yin spirits. They must have been buried in a place of ultimate mystery back then. Their primordial spirits had died, but their physical bodies were indestructible. After nourishing for hundreds of thousands of years, their bodies had regenerated, giving birth to new consciousness.
From the extreme of death, they were reborn!
This was a heaven-defying transformation, escaping the reckoning of the heavens above. Such beings were terrifyingly incomprehensible. They learned anything with astonishing speed. As they grew step by step, they would eventually become invincible under heaven, able to contend with the greatest existences!
"No, didn't you say that even if they reincarnated as human fetuses like this, they should have severed their past? They are new life forms. They shouldn't remember their previous lives, only this one," Ye Fan said.
"Something must have happened. They obtained their past through other channels. They are definitely reincarnated, a miracle of life from the extreme of death!" Duan De's face was pale. For the first time, the fat man was at a loss, losing his composure. Having dealt with tombs for years, he knew there were certain taboo existences, and the pair of attendants before him were exactly that.
Yin Gods!
Behind, everyone almost exploded. Their scalps tingled. This was seizing fortune from heaven and earth—an unimaginable creation.
Throughout history, everyone had one life. Who could open another different life after death?
Everyone's hearts and gallbladders were chilled. They thought of many things. It seemed that the Central Province's foremost ancestral vein had indeed witnessed many events. Only by being buried in such a place could these two attendants undergo such a near-miraculous transformation!
The boy attendant sneered, "Don't worry. We won't make things difficult for you. Please enter the highest ancestral temple."
"You are… Corpse Gods. How do you still remember your past lives?"
"Naturally, the Great Emperor awakened us and granted us the memories of our past lives," the girl attendant said.
"What? He… is truly still in this world?!"
"Everyone, please enter," the boy attendant said expressionlessly. The girl waved her sleeve, and the distant stone door rumbled open, revealing the small world of the final temple layer.
"Boom!"
Endless auspicious clouds burst forth, various holy lights swirling around. Inside was a scene of pure sanctity. Thousands of auspicious rays, tens of thousands of divine rainbows, pierced through the sun, moon, and stars.
The essence of the dragon energy from the Central Province's foremost ancestral vein was all gathered here. Tens of thousands of immortal lights steamed up, scattering across heaven and earth. The clouds were brilliant, the colorful radiance surging mightily.
A cluster of ancient temples sat nestled among the mountains, peaceful and holy. Some temples resonated with the Great Dao, entwined with countless chains of order. People could see at a glance that these were the insights of ancient sages, one chapter after another.
Some temples spewed divine clouds, illuminating the heavens. Red flames and purple energy danced together. Without a second thought, they must contain shocking divine materials!
Other ancient halls emitted sounds like chanting, as if someone was reciting supreme Dao scriptures. Countless ancient characters, densely packed, were imprinted in the void, swallowing and spitting out boundless divine brilliance.
People went wild. Those were definitely world-shaking ancient scriptures!
Most shocking of all, a stone fetus rose and fell at the only entrance to the Central Province's foremost ancestral vein, undulating with the auspicious clouds and rippling with the rainbows. The ancestral vein spewed auspicious energy, and it absorbed the essence of the ten directions.
"That… what is it?"
Everyone was stunned.
"The Feather Transformation Great Emperor!" the two young attendants said expressionlessly.