Chapter 926: Descending on the Ancient Yinghuo Star
The cold universe was silent and still, boundless darkness stretching endlessly. On the desolate stellar ancient path, starlight occasionally flickered, only to vanish in an instant. Such was Ye Fan's journey.
He had left the Big Dipper Star Domain far behind, traveling through eternal silence, setting out alone on a solitary road, uncertain of what lay ahead.
In those final moments, the scene had been like this—Pang Bo and Li Xiaoman had both become strangers, as if he had never truly known them. Sometimes, knowing nothing might be better.
Li Xiaoman's resolute leap, her eyes reflecting his figure as she plunged into the Primordial Abyss, often surfaced before him. And why had Pang Bo gone far away?
Ye Fan silently took out his cauldron to protect himself. On this ancient and eerie path, no one knew what might happen.
Starlight wavered, filtering through spatial nodes. The barren universe held too many secrets. Why had predecessors carved out such a road, and where did its endpoint lie? No one could say now.
"Farewell, Big Dipper!"
Ye Fan let out a final long sigh and began his long and lonely journey. Would he return to Earth this time? He did not know. If another accident occurred, he would likely be forever lost in the depths of the dark universe.
Humans were truly too insignificant. An individual was like a speck of dust compared to an ancient star, and an ancient star was less than a speck of dust in the boundless universe.
Star domains were too vast, distances too immense. Even the smallest galaxy was measured in tens of billions of kilometers, let alone the enormous star domains and the other shore in one's heart.
In the boundless darkness and frigid universe, humans were negligible. Flying by one's own power alone, one could hardly escape a small galaxy in a lifetime, let alone cross one infinite, immeasurable star domain after another.
Perhaps, throughout the ages, only the ancient Great Emperors could roam the universe alone. Aside from them, who else possessed such vast and mighty power?
Even the ancient sages likely had to rely on Five-Colored Altars, walking the stellar ancient paths. Otherwise, how could they traverse so many ancient star domains? The distances were too great!
Traveling alone, Ye Fan felt a sense of unreality. Everything he had experienced was like a dream. Now, he was finally going home, embarking on the return journey.
Everything in the Big Dipper Star Domain, especially what happened before his departure, he did not want to recall. He wished to forget it forever, but how could he?
"No matter what strangeness Pang Bo carries, I never feel malice from him. We've shared life and death, been true to each other."
"Li Xiaoman... why is she so pitiful? Why did it have to end like this?"
Ye Fan's heart ached with pain. Everything had happened, everything was left behind in Big Dipper, becoming the past, becoming memories. Only emptiness and sorrow remained in his heart.
"Crocodile Ancestor!"
In the end, Ye Fan couldn't help but roar, wishing he could eat its flesh and drink its blood. So many things were connected to this ancient demon saint.
After so many years, what bloody storms would that ancient great crocodile stir up after escaping from beneath the Great Thunderclap Monastery? Where was it now?
"Boom"
On the stellar ancient path, a spatial node trembled, as if some ancient star had been destroyed, sending a brilliant wave of light reaching this place.
Ye Fan's thoughts were pulled back. Staring at the fleeting spatial node, he saw a gorgeous firework blooming.
It was a meteor, crashing into a deep blue great star. Both perished together. What a vast fluctuation!
If it had struck Big Dipper, countless living beings would likely have died. Perhaps only ancient sages could have survived.
"In the heavens, humans are truly insignificant."
Billions of star domains, the boundless universe—how many life-bearing source stars were there? No one could say. In ancient times, even the prosperous and powerful Feather Transformation Divine Dynasty had only explored four.
This was destined to be a monotonous journey, accompanied by loneliness, moving forward in darkness. Prolonged exposure would make one feel bitterly cold.
Fortunately, this time was not like the last aimless drifting. Now, on the stellar ancient path, he traversed hundreds of millions of li in an instant, crossing through the heavens.
Suddenly, the stellar ancient path shook violently. Ye Fan could barely stabilize himself. The cauldron hanging above his head was not a problem; in the past, he could drift alone in the universe for many years, so here he was naturally fine.
Years ago, a light barrier covering several li in radius had protected this place. Now, it had completely vanished. The last pure land had turned into a dead zone.
After his initial surprise, a surge of anger quickly rose in Ye Fan's heart. He thought of the divine crocodiles and wished he could tear the Crocodile Ancestor apart. So many things had started because of it.
Many classmates were buried here. Li Xiaoman had met such a tragic fate. This was a land of hatred and sorrow!
"If I become a sage, I will surely slay you!"
Ye Fan did not know where the Crocodile Ancestor was now. Perhaps it had long since left, or perhaps it was nearby, glaring at him ferociously.
Since he had returned here, there was nothing to fear. The power of a demon saint was unfathomable. If it was still on this ancient star, it had likely already discovered him. Fleeing would be useless.
Ye Fan calmed his mind and then strode forward. He wanted to go to the Great Thunderclap Monastery ruins to see what had become of them.
It was night, with only faint starlight. Everything was dim.
More than twenty years had passed. The light barrier that once covered this area of several li had disappeared. Sand and dust had buried the heavenly palace ruins. Ye Fan walked on foot, silently reciting the Salvation Scripture, praying for the rebirth of his classmates who had died here. Though he did not believe in reincarnation or transmigration, it was all he could do.
"A true demon land. Beneath the Great Thunderclap Monastery were eighteen layers of hell. Had all the ancient giants escaped?"
As he drew near, Ye Fan finally arrived. The Great Thunderclap Monastery ruins were still there, not buried by sand. Among the collapsed halls and rubble, there were even a few remaining leaves from the Bodhi sacred tree!
"How is this possible?"
Ye Fan stared blankly. Beneath this foundation were eighteen layers of hell. Were they still there now?
Suddenly, his senses tingled with alarm. He spun around abruptly and saw a towering figure in the darkness, standing right behind him. Its eyes blazed like divine lamps!
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