Chapter 919: Extreme Dao Small Touch
The final small world contained eighty-one ancient temples, all of which were imbued with sage-level formations, allowing them to endure until the present day. Even the fierce battles waged here had not destroyed them.
However, the moment an Imperial Weapon appeared, it instantly reduced the hall housing the Stellar Ancient Path to dust. Strands of Imperial Might seeped out, causing all the experts present to tremble inwardly, their hearts leaping into their throats.
"Damn it!" Dongfang Ye cursed. The two stars he and the Monkey had been collecting shattered, scattering in all directions like streaks of light. They only managed to grab a small portion.
Many people made their moves, scrambling for these fragments. They contained star domain coordinates—things that would be priceless and sought after in the future, enough to make even sages bow their heads.
Fortunately, the purple star in Black Emperor's large claw was preserved. It was quickly stashed away, not stolen.
"Swish"
A holy light flickered and vanished. The mysterious figure entered another ancient hall, and the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Cauldron moved with him, rising and falling within.
"Holy Son Yao Guang, dare you fight me?" Ye Fan strode forward, his long black hair flying behind him, his brows furrowed in anger, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.
No one answered him. The great hall was utterly silent, save for ripples spreading outward—mysterious dragon patterns coiling like black dragons, their powerful and flourishing fluctuations surging like an ocean.
The Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Cauldron had not left Yaoguang for who knows how many years. Its appearance here now stunned everyone, for it was far too special.
Generations of sages had poured their hearts and blood into it; all disciples had devoted their life's work, unwavering, reverent, and worshipful as if before a deity. Fifty thousand years of kowtowing, fifty thousand years of prayer, fifty thousand years of veneration—finally, it transformed into an Extreme Dao weapon.
It became the greatest miracle in the world, an eternal legend. No one knew what truly happened on that stormy, thunderous night, as the torrential rain concealed everything.
"Chi"
A strand of black light descended from the Devouring Demon Jar, transforming into a black divine sword that slashed toward the hall. The several coiling black dragons immediately surged out to meet it. The two clashed, turning into an ocean of ink!
That was a cosmic black hole, an abyss that devoured all things. Pitch black, devoid of life, any living being entering it would turn to dust, returning to eternal silence.
A dragon's roar echoed. A massive black dragon coiled within the ancient temple, winding around beams and pillars. Every scale gleamed with cold light, its body brimming with explosive power.
The Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Cauldron rose and fell, and within it were tens of thousands of such black dragons. They flew out from the cauldron's mouth, only their tails remaining inside, making it seem like a sacred land of ascending dragons.
Ye Fan was fearless. He raised his head and said, "For now, don't fight over it. Avoid becoming ashes."
The Green Cauldron involved the secret of becoming an immortal. It had existed since ancient times, said to be an artifact from the mythological era. It would very likely attract "unruly" sages!
"You two, get going. Take advantage of the fact that all the sects are drawn to the central ancient gate. If you wait any longer, even the Five-Colored Altar might turn into a battlefield. That thing is also very important," said Old Blind Man.
"That's right. The Five-Colored Altar is a matter of great importance—something that must be fought over. Leave now while you can," the Monkey also spoke.
"It's a pity I couldn't fight Holy Son Yao Guang. I wanted to settle things with him before leaving," Ye Fan said regretfully.
"Don't worry. With me here, even if he's just obtained the inheritance of an ancient Great Emperor, so what? Even if he were a true Imperial Son, what of it?" The Monkey was full of confidence, his golden fur shimmering with radiance.
Ye Fan nodded. In the present era, the Monkey was not inferior to any of his peers, and his future heights were unimaginable. Most importantly, the Battle Victory Buddha was still alive, seated atop Mount Sumeru. Who would dare touch a single hair on his head?
"Holy Son Yao Guang is very clever. For decades to come, he won't dare stir up trouble. Otherwise, he'll understand the consequences," said Half-Saint Qi Luo. He was destined to become a Killing Sage, far more threatening than an ordinary sage. If he truly went all out, he could assassinate anyone under heaven.
"Don't worry. My family has the Void Mirror, more than enough to counter the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Cauldron," Ji Ziyue also spoke. In a sense, a family that had produced a Great Emperor truly surpassed other Holy Lands.
Duan De spoke up, unconcerned. "Do you think my Devouring Demon Jar is just for show? Later, set up a peak for me in Heavenly Village. Call it 'Imperial Tomb'—nice and imposing. I'll settle there, and when I have nothing to do, I'll attack Yaoguang Holy Land. I feel like I could dig up something rare there. Every time I pass through the Southern Domain, Yaoguang looks like a big grave mound to me, like a sect built on a tomb."
His words made everyone laugh. This guy was something else—utterly unprovokable. He was always thinking about other people's ancestral graves, and no one could do anything about it but be afraid.
"With this Emperor around, who dares to be blind? When we get back, I'll carve out a hundred or eighty slaughter formations and wipe out Yaoguang clean!" Black Emperor boasted shamelessly.
"Let's go. We're setting out." Ye Fan pulled the silent Pang Bo along.
The group passed through the ancestral temple and walked toward the deepest part ahead. There were no ancient buildings, no trees, no signs of life. It was shrouded in thick fog, eerie and mysterious.