Chapter 920: Imperial Battle
"This place is a bit sinister, why is the fog so thick?" the Big Black Dog muttered.
The gray mist was thick as a wall, obscuring the scenery. The Five-Colored Altar lay far ahead, giving a sense of oppression through the leaden fog. This place was deathly still, without a single blade of grass, only bare rock and soil.
They walked forward together, their footsteps the only sound in this empty land, as if they had come to the end of heaven and earth, lacking vitality, seeing no living beings.
The Five-Colored Altar was in sight. Time had not caused it to collapse. Through the mist, faintly and hazily, it could be seen standing on the mountain body. Each five-colored stone was a page of history.
"Don't come any closer. When the Five-Colored Altar is activated, there will be a great energy fluctuation, lest you be injured." Ye Fan faced the others, a trace of sadness in his voice.
They were about to part ways. This was an unforgettable mark in life, crossing star domains. Having known and befriended each other, they might never see each other again in this lifetime, the distance was too vast.
Compared to the vast universe, humans were truly too insignificant. Exhausting the power of a thousand lifetimes, one could only travel a short distance in the cold, desolate universe, measured in light-years, making one sigh at their own insignificance.
Farewell. They waved silently. What more could be said at this moment? This departure might be for a lifetime.
Qi Luo, the Monkey, Dongfang Ye, and the others stepped forward one by one, forcefully patting Ye Fan and Pang Bo on the shoulders. The Big Black Dog said goodbye in its own unique way, opening its big mouth and taking a fierce bite, causing Ye Fan such pain that he almost slapped it down.
Ji Ziyue shed tears, quietly gazing at Ye Fan. She straightened his clothes for him, smiled, and gently waved, crystal tears sliding down her fair cheeks.
Ye Fan reached out, wiped the tears from her face, then turned around. Parting needed no sad words; everything was unspoken. He and Pang Bo strode into the depths of the mist.
Heaven and earth were silent, only the footsteps of Ye Fan and Pang Bo. The gray mist flowed, and the Five-Colored Altar drew nearer. The two were very quiet along the way, especially Pang Bo, who hadn't spoken a word since entering this area.
Ye Fan thought of the Divine Diviner. In his prophecy, he hadn't seen anyone traveling with him, and the ancient Buddha in the Western Desert hadn't mentioned it either. This made him uneasy. Walking side by side with Pang Bo, he said, "Head."
Ji Ziyue was very attentive.
Everyone was startled. Indeed, Pang Bo had been very subdued just now, not saying a word.
Ye Fan charged into the mist, returning to the Five-Colored Altar. Suddenly, he was alarmed. He sensed several powerful auras rapidly attacking him.
"Bam!"
Ancient clan members appeared. They also valued the Five-Colored Altar greatly. Legend had it that in the distant primeval era, they had all come from beyond this domain, and they too came to seize it.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan's eyes were cold. With a single punch, he turned a figure into a rain of blood. A Sect Leader-rank figure died on the spot.
"Stop him!" several people shouted. They were trying to take away the Five-Colored Altar. If Ye Fan and the others had been a step later, this altar would have been moved.
"Courting death!"
The Monkey, Dongfang Ye, and all the others struck together. Especially when Qi Luo attacked, even a Dao-Cutting King could only meet his end here. After a few screams, all these people were dead.
Ye Fan leaped up. Suddenly, terrifying fluctuations appeared beside him. The two Greatly Accomplished Kings of the Assassin Divine Dynasty reappeared, wielding Saint Weapons to kill.
"Boom"
Ye Fan shook the Cauldron. The Mother Qi of All Things above his head cascaded down. Nine-colored flames surged like a vast ocean, burning half the sky into collapse, creating a black hole.
However, this great fire attracted many people. Naturally, they knew the importance of the Five-Colored Altar, and many rushed to fight for it.
"Clang"
Qi Luo struck, pursuing that Greatly Accomplished King. Killing intent filled the air, and the gray mist boiled.
"What, the altar is incomplete!"
Ye Fan was greatly shocked. When he stepped onto the Five-Colored Altar, his heart sank halfway. This altar was built against the mountain. It didn't look like much from below, but upon ascending, he found it was only a corner.
The main body of the altar seemed to have been forcibly cut away, and this wasn't something that happened in recent years. Judging by the ancient traces, it must have occurred in the ancient era.
Two figures descended from the sky. Huo Qilin'er had beautiful blue hair, bright eyes and white teeth, with a very sweet smile. Together with her elder brother Huo Qizi, they landed on the altar.
"Brother Ye, how about it? My words weren't wrong, were they? Before my clan's Ancestral King passed away, he saw us standing together on the Five-Colored Altar in battle. It has indeed come true. Moreover, the altar should soon be complete and repaired." Huo Qilin'er smiled lightly.
"Boom"
From all directions, a large number of experts appeared, their identities unclear, their true faces concealed. They all wanted to take the altar and simultaneously attacked the three people on it.
Relatively speaking, most of the killing light was directed at Ye Fan. He could deduce that there were old Killing Kings from the Assassin Divine Dynasty, Dao-Cutting experts from the ancient clans, and those fishing in troubled waters.
Ye Fan went on a killing spree. He manifested his Divine Phenomenon. An Immortal King appeared, stepping on the Nine Heavens, holding a Azure Lotus in hand. With a forceful swing, dozens of bodies were broken, and large amounts of blood splattered, staining the altar red.
"Kill!"
The battle cries shook the heavens. This place had also become the main battlefield. If no one fought for it, that was one thing, but once battle began, all sides would fight desperately, and a large number of experts rushed in.
"Do you really think our Saint Weapons and Imperial Weapons are just for show?" Below the altar, Dongfang Ye and the others sneered. The Hell-Suppressing Soul Tower and the Wolf Fang Great Club rose together, instantly turning corpses into piles. With one strike, countless people turned to ashes.
"Boom"
Suddenly, the might of an Extreme Imperial Weapon reappeared. A terrifying Black Gold Great Cauldron rose and fell in the distance. A great dragon flew out from the cauldron's mouth!
"Clang!"
The Devouring Demon Jar hummed and trembled, flying up on its own. The jar's lid opened, and its mouth was as deep as a bottomless pit, instantly swallowing the black great dragon.
Ji Ziyue soared into the air, landing on the Five-Colored Altar, standing shoulder to shoulder with Ye Fan to resist the many enemies.
"Sister Ziyue, don't worry." Huo Qilin'er chuckled, also joining the fight. Corpses piled up on the altar, and blood splattered everywhere.
Qi Luo, Duan De, and the Big Black Dog also flew up and landed here. With the Devouring Demon Jar guarding this place, no one dared to approach anymore. They all retreated like a tide.
"Boom"
Only the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword remained invincible, still attacking. Immortal light rushed from the cauldron's mouth. It was awakening, unleashing a terrifying momentum, as if a star domain was collapsing, and the heavens seemed about to be destroyed.
The Devouring Demon Jar rose and fell, emitting auspicious clouds. It wasn't just black light; it was like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, about to rush out a living Great Emperor. Inside, nine-colored divine light flickered, blocking the Black Gold Cauldron.
"Rumble"
Suddenly, a sound like a tsunami erupted. Nine red flags descended from the sky, carrying an aura that could destroy heaven and earth, intending to level the entire altar and turn it to dust.
"This is... something from the Immortal Emperor's lineage!" Ye Fan was horrified. He had once obtained eighty-one great flags, similar to these, with a close aura.
"Celestial Prince, do you want to use forbidden artifacts to suppress us all together?" The usually silent Huo Qizi revealed a murderous intent, coldly staring into the distant sky.
"This is an extraordinary forbidden artifact, with unparalleled power!" Duan De shuddered, quickly using the Devouring Demon Jar to protect the group, temporarily ceasing the confrontation with the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword.
"Boom"
Although forbidden artifacts could only be used a few times, their power was unmatched. Moreover, this was something from the Immortal Emperor's lineage, incredibly terrifying. Without an Imperial Weapon, nothing else could block it.
Without a doubt, the nine great flags were shattered by the Devouring Demon Jar, turning into a red glow that dissipated into the world. However, the might of the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword grew even stronger. Seizing this opportunity, an Immortal Fetus formed inside the cauldron's mouth and charged down.
"Bad!" Duan De shouted. This was an Extreme Weapon awakening, striking with a prepared killing blow. It would inevitably be terrifying beyond measure.
"No matter. The Devouring Demon Jar is unparalleled through the ages. It doesn't need to awaken; it can fight on its own!" Qi Luo was very composed.
Sure enough, a sigh came from within the Devouring Demon Jar. Immortal light, boundless and infinite, surged up like a mighty river, instantly blocking the figure of that Immortal Fetus.
"Boom"
Like a vast ocean bursting its banks, Extreme Dao pressure came from another direction. A terrifying beam of light enveloped the area of the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword. An ancient mirror rose and fell.
"Brother..." Ji Ziyue called out.
Divine King Ji Haoyue appeared. He had been watching over his sister all along, never relaxing his vigilance even when competing for the immortal treasures in the central ancient palace.
Now, he finally struck. The blue sea surged, and a bright moon hung in the sky. That was his Divine Phenomenon. The Void Mirror hung above his head, emitting a terrifying beam of light aimed at the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword!
His black hair was thick, his battle intent shook the heavens. The demeanor of a generation of Divine Kings was fully revealed, looking down on all directions.
By now, many could predict Ji Haoyue's future. His prospects were limitless. The Divine Body would surely shine brilliantly in the Eastern Wasteland, writing its own myth.
This was Extreme Dao Immortal Might. The mirror left by Emperor Void had heaven-defying power. Such a beam of light was irresistible, enough to destroy a great sect. Flesh and blood simply couldn't block it, unless a Great Emperor was resurrected!
The Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword hummed. The dragon's roar was clear and crisp, its sound reaching the Nine Heavens above and shaking the Nine Netherworlds below. It quickly vibrated out ten thousand strands of immortal light, blocking the heaven-destroying strike.
"Bam"
This small world collapsed more than half in an instant. The sky was destroyed, connecting with the outside world. Moreover, terrifying void abysses spread into the distance at an alarming rate.
Everyone was horrified. This was the power of world destruction. If it continued, not only would this place be destroyed, but even the Central Province would be in danger.
"Dang"
The Devouring Demon Jar trembled, hanging above Ye Fan's head. He strode like a dragon and tiger, stepping through the void, pressing forward, vibrating out strands of immortal might, suppressing the Black Gold Cauldron together with Ji Haoyue.
"It's over. The Central Province is in great trouble. Imperial Weapons are awakening, three of them at once. This is an Imperial Battle. At the slightest move, it could destroy this continent!" Many Sect Leaders trembled.
This was all too sudden. Not long ago, people were still exercising restraint, but now this had happened. The Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword, the Void Mirror, and the Devouring Demon Jar were about to clash head-on. Any one of them could sink millions of miles!