# Chapter 925: Leaving This World
Ye Fan's heart ached, and he couldn't help but cry out, rushing to the edge of the Five-Colored Altar, only to see black hair turning white, aging and falling away, while that person had already fallen deep into the darkness.
He stood there woodenly. What was good, what was evil, what was real, what was a lie—he was like stone, motionless.
There was no joy in having slain a great enemy, only an indescribable emptiness and sorrow. He sat weakly on the edge of the Five-Colored Altar, staring blankly downward.
If Pang Bo was a great evil, how cruel would that be? What could he still believe? If Li Xiaoman coexisted with the crocodile, how miserable would that be? How had she spent these years?
Ye Fan felt an unprecedented exhaustion. He wanted to fall into slumber, even wanted to leap into the abyss. Some of the most important people in his life... he seemed no longer to understand them. An inexplicable grief filled him.
Chaos!
His mind was in turmoil. What was right, what was wrong? Even those closest to him could undergo such shocking transformations. What couldn't change?
He was utterly spent, weaker and more sorrowful than ever before. Sitting at the edge of the Five-Colored Altar, looking down into the dark abyss, his heart was numb.
This exhausted him more than a thousand life-and-death battles. He wanted to roar, wanted to cry, wanted to overturn heaven and earth, but he was powerless—without even the strength to lift a finger.
He sat alone in silence. From the dark abyss below, the power of desolation crept in. His temples turned gray, but he didn't want to move. There was no light in his eyes.
On the Central Province side, Ji Ziyue couldn't help wanting to rush over, but her brother grabbed her arm and wouldn't let her leave.
Ji Haoyue, majestic and imposing, said in a deep voice, "If this were not long ago, I wouldn't oppose you going with him. But not now. At this moment, he needs to walk his own path."
"Ye Fan is so pitiful..." Ji Ziyue's eyes were red and swollen as she spoke softly.
The Monkey, Duan De, and the others didn't know what to say. They could only hope Ye Fan would think things through and pull himself together. At this moment, nothing they said would help, and no one could assist him.
Among the various ancient tribes, many winged races were still moving, landing on the Five-Colored Altar. But no one dared to disturb the demon-god-like figure ahead, fearing they would invite disaster. They all quickly flapped their wings and flew to the opposite shore.
Ye Fan's hair was streaked with gray. Somewhat dejected, he sat there, his whole body weak. Listening to the sound of wings and gazing at the abyss, he wanted to sit here forever and never rise.
"Ah..."
Some ancient tribes reached the opposite shore and climbed the Sacred Mountain, fighting fiercely over the Nine Marvelous Divine Medicine and collecting the Divine Spring. Many were aging and dying in battle, their screams rising and falling.
Ye Fan was indifferent to all this. He stared blankly, sitting woodenly. Nothing in the outside world seemed able to stir the waves in his heart.
"Bam"
On the Five-Colored Altar, a man with water-blue long hair appeared, like a divine mountain standing there. His eyes were like two divine lamps, capable of penetrating others' souls.
His physique was robust and slender, masculine and powerful. His flesh emitted immortal radiance, and his bearing was extraordinary, as if he stood above all living beings. He possessed an imperial bearing, like an immortal ancient deity.
Huo Qizi had arrived. The ancient emperor blood within him roared like a tsunami, deafening! It was an incomparably powerful potential, as if a Great Emperor lay dormant within his body, ready to revive at any moment!
On the Central Province side, people were astonished. This was the second person after Ye Fan who dared to step onto the Five-Colored Altar without growing divine wings, and he did so with complete composure.
"Hum"
The void rumbled. Huo Qizi leaped high, like a blue immortal flame illuminating heaven and earth. He seemed able to fly, crossing the void and landing on the opposite shore, standing atop the Sacred Mountain.
"He... leaped across! Such powerful flesh! This is as terrifying as the Human Sacred Body's physical shell!"
"No wonder he's an ancient emperor's direct son. His pure physical strength is so formidable, surpassing the limits of physique. He vaulted over the Primordial Abyss in a single bound!"
People were dumbfounded, finding it unbelievable. One Ye Fan was already something, but now there was also Huo Qizi, leaping through the air with just his physical body. How powerful was that physique?
The bloodline of the ancient emperor inspired awe!
Thinking carefully, Yuan Gu, the eighth-generation descendant of Emperor Yuan, truly couldn't compare to an ancient emperor's direct son. This was the bloodline of the Primordial Emperor! Anyone who grew up like this could become a terrifying existence on the verge of attaining the Dao.
Huo Qizi stepped onto the Sacred Mountain, his eyes flickering with deep blue light. He began a great slaughter, killing all those who fought over the Divine Spring or tried to dig up the Nine Marvelous Divine Medicine. Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses lay in heaps.
People gasped. Even those who had severed the Dao couldn't resist. In this place, powerful bloodlines and invincible physical bodies were the most terrifying, crushing all powerful enemies.
Everyone was horrified. Such bloodlines and innate talents were truly pushed to the extreme. Sending any expert over would be useless. At this moment, only the Holy Prince could go over to contend with him.
Of course, there was also one other person—Ye Fan. But he was currently sitting dejectedly on the altar, clearly without the heart to pay attention, not even glancing over.
Ye Fan sighed. Finally, he stood up. The path of the heart could only be traversed alone. He wanted to leave this place, never to return.
Many were startled, especially those from the Fire Qilin Cave. Even the Fire Qilin Child showed a trace of worry, afraid that Ye Fan would attack his brother. Within the Ancient Forbidden Land, the Human Sacred Body was absolutely terrifying.
Humans and ancient tribes alike held their breath. Every move Ye Fan made attracted countless gazes. If he struck, it would surely be earth-shattering.
"Actually, I had already guessed some things, but I couldn't change anything. Ah..." Ye Fan let out a great cry, his black hair dancing wildly. He wanted to leave this world, never to return.
This was a place of heartbreak.
If there had been no gathering, if he hadn't climbed Mount Tai, if the Nine Dragons hadn't pulled the coffin, he wouldn't have come here, and none of this would have happened. His life would have been comfortable and peaceful.
"What is lost can never come again..."
For the first time in his life, he felt so weary. Ye Fan felt weak. Struggling to his feet, he staggered to the center of the altar, took out the water-blue star, and manifested one group of ancient symbols after another, imprinting them into stone after stone.
"I want to leave, never to return!" He wanted to escape, wanted to journey far away. If he could go back to before, he would rather be an ordinary mortal.
"Ye Fan..." On the Central Province side, Ji Ziyue, Dongfang Ye, and others called out.
The Five-Colored Altar surged with immortal light. Ancient and mysterious symbols gathered together, forming a Bagua diagram. It was filled with the solid heaviness and texture of metal, as if forged from refined gold essence.
"Go home!" Ye Fan had only this one thought—to leave this world where right and wrong were impossible to distinguish. At this moment, he missed his parents terribly.
"Ye Fan..." Ji Ziyue shouted. She couldn't hold back any longer and rushed toward the golden door, wanting to land on the Five-Colored Altar.
Ji Haoyue moved, grabbing her wrist. "You can't go. His state is very bad. I won't feel at ease letting you travel with him."
Ji Ziyue wept loudly, but she couldn't break free. Divine King Ji Haoyue had the Void Mirror suspended above his head, and a trace of imperial might suppressed her.
Above the Five-Colored Altar, a Taiji diagram appeared in the center of the Bagua diagram. Two yin-yang fish embraced each other in the middle, like a pair of tightly closed metal doors.
The Taiji Bagua was related to time and space. At this moment, space twisted, light blurred, and the Bagua symbols corresponding to Qian, Kun, Xun, Dui, Gen, Zhen, Li, and Kan emitted blinding light one after another!
Like a set of mysterious and ancient codes, they flashed entirely according to the groups of symbols within the water-blue star, determining the coordinates and opening the gate of time and space!
The various symbols flashed and extinguished in a specific order. Finally, with a dull rumble, the yin-yang door slowly opened, releasing a surge of star domain aura. Everyone was utterly shaken.
People were stunned. Within that passage, starlight flickered, clearly connecting to the depths of the universe. An ancient road beneath the stars could be seen.
Everyone was filled with shock. Even from far away in Central Province, separated by a gate of time and space, they could sense a mysterious power. This was a path to the heavenly domain.
Even Huo Qizi was startled, staring blankly at the altar in the abyss and the ancient stellar road. Even he felt an impulse to leap forward.
"Boom"
A vast aura surged up from the depths of the abyss. Several figures flew up through the air, each one incredibly powerful, beyond measure!
"It's the Desolate Slaves transformed from peerless figures!" people exclaimed.
At this moment, Ye Fan turned around and took one last look at the golden door. He couldn't see the old friends on the Central Province side. This was a one-way teleportation array. He could only bid farewell silently. He leaped high and vanished into the ancient stellar road.
The Desolate Slaves surrounded the Taiji Bagua gate. It was slowly closing, about to disappear from this world. They stood there staring, making no move.
"Ye Fan..." Ji Ziyue wept loudly.
"Ye Fan!" Black Emperor, the Monkey, Dongfang Ye, and others also shouted loudly, all clenching their fists.
This farewell might be forever. They might never see each other again in this life.
Ye Fan couldn't see through the one-way golden door, but he knew that in that direction, someone was watching him, seeing him off. He silently waved his hand, bidding farewell to this world.
"Boom"
The ancient stellar road completely closed. The mysterious star gate on the Five-Colored Altar vanished, no longer appearing. The altar returned to calm.
"Brother... run!" On the Central Province side, the Fire Qilin Child shouted loudly.
Within the Ancient Forbidden Land, several Desolate Slaves moved through the air toward the Sacred Mountain. Huo Qizi sighed deeply. He knew he couldn't take the Nine Marvelous Divine Medicine away; it couldn't be picked at all. He summoned his clan's ancient emperor weapon, transformed into a holy light, and rushed out of the forbidden zone.
The Desolate Slaves didn't pursue. They sensed the aura of the Primordial Emperor. They stood silently on the Sacred Mountain, gazing into the distance, looking upon the mortal world.
"That woman among the Desolate Slaves is the Holy Maiden of Tianshu from six thousand years ago. She was the number one beauty of the Eastern Wasteland in those days. Her appearance hasn't aged, not a single change!" someone exclaimed in shock. They naturally couldn't have seen her in person; they knew this by comparing her to ancient portraits.
"That white-haired old man is Xia Feng, an ancient sage from over ten thousand years ago. He once had an audience with the Demon Clan's Great Emperor—the Green Emperor—several times! Who would have thought... he disappeared in his later years and ended up lost here." The speaker was an old imperial uncle from Great Xia. This was an ancient sage of their clan, and Great Xia still preserved a statue of him.
Silently, the Desolate Slaves vanished. But an even more terrifying aura appeared, accompanied by the sound of chains.
Shrouded in mist, a figure of indeterminate gender appeared, bound by chains, standing on the Five-Colored Altar. No one could see clearly.
"Ye Fan..." Ji Ziyue's soft arm was firmly gripped by her brother.
"Boom"
Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted, actually reversing into the one-way teleportation array, passing from the Eastern Wasteland's forbidden zone through the golden door to Central Province!
Everyone was shaken. The unknown existence standing on the Five-Colored Altar shattered eternity with its gaze! One look, penetrating the golden door, turned the ancient teleportation array far away in Central Province into dust.
Everything became invisible. The golden door disappeared.
"I haven't fully recorded this immortal formation yet!" Black Emperor howled in anguish, unable to help crying out in pain.
The only ancient formation that could enter the Ancient Forbidden Land was now destroyed like this, causing many to lament.
He had left. Asking for *** to see him off!
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