Chapter 913: Striving for Supremacy in the Ancestral Land
In the final layer of the temple’s small world, the roar of battle shook the heavens. What was once a radiant and peaceful world was now shrouded in a bloody mist. In this short quarter-hour, no one knew how many cultivators had perished. All the various sects had sent reinforcements, unlike before when only a few were involved. One could say this place was filled with experts like clouds.
“Ah...”
The Holy Son of the Dao Yi Holy Land fell, letting out a miserable cry, his eyes filled with unwillingness. He didn’t even know who the killer was, having been assassinated in the shadows. His life would have been brilliant, but it ended in these ruins, losing the qualification to become a sect’s supreme being.
“Pu”
A female living fossil from the Jade Pool was cleaved in two. Even her divine soul couldn’t escape, turning into a splendid rain of light that dissipated on the spot, body and spirit utterly destroyed.
This place was extremely brutal. To seize the divine treasures within the ancient temples, heroes and tyrants from all paths displayed their might, charging forward recklessly, displaying all kinds of divine abilities.
“That’s the Four Extremes Soul-Slaying Art. Wasn’t it lost long ago? How can someone still use it?” Qi Luo exclaimed, staring at a patch of dazzling light in the distance. As a result, rows of people fell down, their physical bodies unharmed, but their primordial spirits turned to dust.
In the mountainous terrain, all kinds of strange techniques and marvelous methods were unleashed. Everyone used their trump cards, first to protect themselves, and second to surpass others and be the first to charge into their chosen temple. Most of these temples contained immortal materials; obtaining one item or seeing one scripture would be enough to benefit for a lifetime.
This small world contained a total of eighty-one ancient temples, each holding extraordinary things. Therefore, every location became a battlefield. Terrifying killing intent erupted, blood and white bones were everywhere. Since they had already arrived here, no one would retreat.
The most magnificent great hall saw the most brutal slaughter, because it was the center of the entire small world. Not only were human clan experts fighting fiercely, but all the ancient clan experts were also rushing forward, all wanting to be the first to enter.
Especially the various ancient tribes. They went mad, killing until their eyes were bloodshot, shouting and roaring, all frantically searching for that incomplete green cauldron, treating this treasure as their very lives.
Although human cultivators knew this cauldron held unimaginable significance, they hadn’t expected the various royal and imperial clans that had ruled the land since ancient times to care so much about it, not regretting the loss of life, paving their way forward with blood and bone.
This place became a Shura slaughterhouse. Corpses lay in patches, blood flowed like rivers. Even the sacred and peaceful ancestral temples were shrouded in a layer of blood energy, intermingling with various auspicious colors, making people’s hair stand on end.
“Ah...”
This was a prelude to death. Everything had just begun. Lives were dissipating, a large number of experts fell. People went mad for the immortal treasury of the Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty.
The sound of killing shook the heavens. A large number of cultivators continuously entered this small world. Blood flowed, corpses piled up like mountains. Magical artifacts flew everywhere, brilliant and dazzling. People forgot everything, their eyes only on the struggle and slaughter, all wanting to obtain immortal treasures.
For Ye Fan, scriptures and the insights of ancient sages were certainly valuable, but they were far less important than the secret of crossing star domains. He didn’t rush towards the most magnificent ancient temple at the center, but instead entered a place that seemed to be a repository of texts.
Of course, this place wasn’t easy to enter either. Although it wasn’t as valuable as the ancient cauldron in the main temple, it still contained many ancient volumes, naturally attracting a large number of people.
Scriptures were above all else. There might be various lost marvelous techniques unknown to the world, or perhaps the various secrets of achieving immortality that the Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty had sought. All the sects wanted to sweep them all away.
“Pa”
Ye Fan took the lead, throwing a punch. Several ancient clan members in front all had their bones broken and tendons snapped, their bodies emitting a series of explosive sounds before shattering. No one could withstand him.
They finally charged into a hall and searched everywhere. On the wall was a passage of text, emitting streaks of auspicious light, even swaying out a crimson divine chain.
“This is a strange secret technique. It seems very difficult to cultivate. Never mind that, take it away!” Qi Luo made his move, his fingers like knives, carving into the stone wall. However, it was extremely difficult. The wall contained formations protecting the ancient temple, making it hard to damage.
The few of them were shocked. Even after over two hundred thousand years, ordinary saint weapons had already decayed, let alone buildings. He took out the Hell Subduing Soul Tower, swept out a beam of light with full force, and finally dug down this section of stone wall.
“Old thing, you’re ruthless enough. Just do that. Remember to let me see it first when we get back. Then I’ll help you carve a mountain-protecting formation,” the big black dog said.
They believed that others would surely be like a plague of locusts, leaving nothing behind wherever they passed. If a half-saint hadn’t already tried and failed to take away entire ancestral temples, not even a blade of grass would remain in the final layer of the small world.
“Let’s go, keep searching. We must break into their scripture library. I believe that place definitely holds the various secrets of crossing star domains,” Pang Bo said.
Ye Fan was still at the front, clearing the way. The Mother Qi Cauldron hung above his head, and he held the God-Slaying Whip. He killed gods when gods blocked him, slew Buddhas when Buddhas opposed him. There was hardly anyone who could withstand a single encounter.
At this moment, Ye Fan held nothing back. His cultivation level peaked, ready to sever the Dao at any moment. Golden blood energy surged to the heavens, and he shone as brilliantly as a sacred emperor.
Moreover, he had comprehended the Source Heaven Art to a new level, not far from becoming a Heavenly Master. Dragon energy surged up from beneath his feet, forming orderly divine chains that connected to his body, as if giving him a pair of immortal phoenix wings, allowing him to traverse the world.
He moved dozens of zhang in a single step, entering the next hall almost instantly. Dozens of experts discovered him and all changed color. Now, the Human Sacred Body’s might shook the world. Who wasn’t afraid? Who dared to contend with him head-on?
“There are so many of us...” one of them roared. However, all the others retreated, quickly disappearing within this palace.
Ye Fan would show no mercy. He wanted to return to his homeland. Hope might be right before his eyes. If he found the scripture library, he would embark on the journey home. Anyone who blocked him was his great enemy.
Two blazing golden beams shot from his eyes, striking this person’s immortal platform. A miserable cry rang out on the spot. Half of this person’s head melted, and he died a violent death.
“What’s going on? There’s still an incense stick that hasn’t burned out. How is that possible?” Even Qi Luo was stunned, staring at the incense burner beneath the divine statue in the hall.
Ye Fan and Zi Yue were also puzzled. They approached to observe closely. This hall had very few things, only a few meditation cushions. In the center was enshrined a stone man, identical to the one in the earlier shrine, but much larger.
The incense burner below was made of purple bronze, engraved with clouds, mountains, flowers, birds, fish, and insects. Smoke filled the air, carrying a sandalwood scent that calmed the mind, allowing one to quickly enter a state of Dao.
“This isn’t ordinary incense. It’s made from the most divine branch of a sacred tree. It’s not actually burning, but drawing up the dragon energy from deep within the earth,” Black Emperor said. After all, he had once followed Emperor Wu Shi, and his knowledge was beyond what ordinary people could compare.
This was a place for worshipping gods, with nothing else. But wherever Black Emperor passed, not even a crooked gourd would be left. He grunted and snatched the incense burner, storing it in his spatial artifact.
Ye Fan and his group passed through four ancient temples. With their combination, few could oppose them. When they entered the fifth ancient temple, a fierce battle finally broke out as they encountered powerful opponents.
Because this place contained the insights of an ancient sage. Ancient characters could be clearly seen imprinted in the void. A group of people had gathered here, all wanting to seize this passage of scripture.
As soon as Ye Fan entered, a batch of people immediately retreated, not daring to clash with him. But there were Dao-cutters here, and ancient clan experts were also not few in number. They couldn’t give up on a sage’s insights.
Immediately, a beam of light swept over, transforming into orderly divine chains. Ye Fan’s black hair flew loose. He threw the Heaven-Dominating Six Paths Reincarnation Fist. The sky split and the earth shattered. Six blurry ancient universes evolved, instantly enveloping a group of enemies.
In almost an instant, many were blasted into blood clots and bone fragments, then evaporated into a mass of light, completely erased from this world.
The Dao-cutters roared in anger. Among the ancient clan members were even imperial clan experts from the Primordial Lake, who harbored deep hatred for him. They couldn’t retreat and all advanced.
Ye Fan let out a great roar, using the Buddhist “Om” true word. The few people in front immediately burst apart, splitting into pieces. Many others spat blood and flew backward. No one could block him.
“Boom”
At the same time, streaks of patterns surged up from beneath Ye Fan’s feet, and dazzling light flew out from his crown. This was the Source Heaven Marvelous Art. Behind him, Source Heaven divine chains interwove into light, like immortal phoenix divine wings, sweeping across all the injured who had been sent flying.
“Pu”, “Pu”...
Many were pierced through by the blood-colored divine chains, stabbing through their brows and immortal platforms. No one could withstand it. A series of miserable cries rang out. Almost all who had charged forward fell down.
“Shua”
A dazzling immortal light flew in from the other side, striking directly at Ye Fan. Its killing power was astonishing. The few surviving Dao-cutters were all startled, quickly clearing a path for it.
“Peng”
Ye Fan chopped with his sword fingers, but his body shook violently. He immediately knew who had arrived. This was the Soaring Immortal Force. Back when he was a Sacred Body, he had suffered greatly from it, losing too much blood during the battle in the Qinling Mountains and suffering severe injuries. This was the Ruthless Great Emperor’s supreme marvelous technique.
“Bang”
The ancient hall’s door was blasted open, flying directly over. Even the few Dao-cutting kings were knocked back.
Hua Yunfei, dressed in blue, was as transcendent and otherworldly as a banished immortal, his face filled with calm. Standing shoulder to shoulder with him was Li Xiaoman, in white clothes like snow, her black hair dancing, her cheeks like jade, walking in gracefully.
Behind them followed an old man, a half-saint with terrifying power not inferior to Qi Luo, his entire body hidden in darkness.
“It’s him. The person who appeared not long ago, carrying the aura of having long accompanied an Extreme Imperial Weapon!” the big black dog said.
“Li Xiaoman, do you still have the face to face us?!” Pang Bo shouted, his face full of anger. They had both come from the Other Shore, yet now they faced each other in life-and-death conflict.
“You have guts. After that battle back then, which nearly killed this emperor, you still dare to appear before me?!” The big black dog withdrew his gaze from the half-saint and stared at Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman.
“Since we dare to come, we naturally have no fear!” Hua Yunfei remained fearless, ethereal like an immortal.
Ye Fan stepped forward, facing Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman alone. His expression was very calm, saying, “It’s time. Let’s settle this.”
Hua Yunfei, Li Xiaoman, and that half-saint all stepped forward together. A powerful aura surged forth, causing the entire ancient hall to tremble.
Qi Luo narrowed his eyes, staring at that half-saint. Killing light flickered within the crack on his brow. The few other Dao-cutters who had narrowly escaped death could only retreat. This place was no longer one where they could intervene.
“Since we’ve come, we want to settle things with you,” Hua Yunfei said as he advanced. Li Xiaoman was also filled with killing intent.
“I will suppress the two of you alone.” Ye Fan’s black hair danced, cold lightning shooting from his eyes. He walked forward alone.
“I’ll fight alongside you against the two of them. I’ll suppress Li Xiaoman!” Ji Ziyue stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, her purple clothes lightly dancing, incredibly ethereal.