Chapter 934: Arriving on Earth
“I’m back, finally back…” Ye Fan’s divine thoughts surged like raging waves, stirring in the outer realms.
Gazing from space, the water-blue star looked incredibly beautiful, like a blue diamond, shimmering with crystalline light, almost dreamlike.
Ye Fan continued his crossing, abandoning one Dark Jade Platform after another, finally drawing close. The consumption was enormous, but fortunately, he had prepared well.
His homeland lay below. The water-blue star was not very large, far from comparable to the Big Dipper Star Domain, and even less so to the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain’s life-bearing ancient star region, yet it exuded an inexplicable, vast aura.
Relatively speaking, it was quite delicate, but it inspired awe, as if a living Great Emperor lay dormant within, making one tremble involuntarily.
“A very strange feeling. Why do I feel it is many times larger than it appears, more vast than the Big Dipper and Ziwei?” Ye Fan halted, uncertain and startled.
Gazing from the outer realm, he sensed that Earth was far more terrifying than he had imagined, possessing a chilling power. What lay on this blue star? He pondered silently.
After returning, he sensed carefully. Earth was different from what he had imagined, seemingly containing things and forces beyond his understanding.
Suddenly, a planet swept past in space, not far away. Ye Fan was first surprised, then relieved—it was the Moon.
On its surface were countless craters, so close that it looked completely different from the Moon seen from Earth.
“Eh, what’s this? There seems to be something on it too, unsettling me.” Ye Fan was astonished. After pondering for a moment, he descended.
Soon, Ye Fan landed on the Moon. The temperature was extremely low, the rocks cold and hard, as if they could freeze a person solid. It was the lunar night.
Ye Fan’s expression shifted. He sensed a trace of Supreme Yin Sacred Force, hidden in the crevices of the lunar rocks, but when he tried to capture it carefully, he found it was negligible.
The Moon, anciently called Supreme Yin. Ancient texts recorded this. Could it be related to cultivators? Ye Fan felt a headache coming on.
He searched again and again. There was indeed Supreme Yin Sacred Force, but only the faintest traces remained, almost negligible.
“The Moon, anciently called Supreme Yin. If you think about it carefully, the significance of this place is enormous!” Ye Fan felt a chill run through him.
Before even truly returning to Earth, he had already sensed a few mysteries here—lost history, annihilated truths, stirring his mind and spirit.
Ye Fan observed intently, touching each rock with his hands, savoring the vicissitudes of time, feeling the Supreme Yin Sacred Force.
He had a strange illusion: in ancient times, this seemed to be the source of Supreme Yin, but it had dissipated for unknown reasons countless ages ago. He walked forward, touching one cold, hard stone after another.
“Earth… holds so many secrets!” Ye Fan murmured to himself, thinking of Jingwei filling the sea, Kuafu chasing the sun, Hou Yi drawing his bow…
And these were surely just a small part, circulating among the people. The true ancient secrets, buried and lost, were the foundation.
Ye Fan placed his hand on a rock and heard the clang of swords, like the clamor of ancient battles. The battle intent in his bones, the blood in his veins, instantly boiled over.
This rock bore a single sword scar!
There was no mistake. He could clearly discern it—engraved with the vicissitudes of history, containing endless killing aura within.
“An ancient sword scar…” Ye Fan murmured. That was an era of heroes. If he could witness it, his cultivation would not be in vain!
“I wonder if I can find the ruins of Guanghan Palace on this Moon.”
Ye Fan strolled on the Moon, walking aimlessly, seeking traces of antiquity, feeling that mystery.
Suddenly, he sensed something and looked up. Something in the distance was approaching rapidly, passing overhead.
Ye Fan’s body glowed, his form concealed as a satellite swept by. He didn’t want to shoot it down or flee, only masking his true appearance.
At that moment, in a famous satellite ground station on Earth, a group of people all jumped up in shock, coffee spraying across the screen, their eyes nearly popping out.
“God!”
As the satellite passed overhead, Ye Fan paced calmly on the Moon, causing a group of people on Earth to gasp in shock, then freeze completely.
“God, what am I seeing? Is Satan out for a walk, or has a deity descended?” Such exclamations arose in several places, eventually classified as national secrets, sparking a small-scale panic.
Ye Fan walked on foot, searching for ancient traces. Unfortunately, even with his powerful divine sense released, he found nothing. The so-called Guanghan Palace was invisible, no longer existing in this world.
There was nothing on the Moon. Aside from that rock with the sword scar, he saw nothing else related to cultivators.
“Not seeing it doesn’t mean it’s not there. The remnants of Supreme Yin Sacred Force are proof enough.”
Ye Fan let it go, not insisting on finding an answer. He traversed most of the Moon, reaching the other side, where he saw a patch of metal shells.
That was a base built on the lunar surface. Over twenty years had passed; with current human technology, this was no longer a problem. If not for Mars being too strange, there would already be a human space station there.
Ye Fan walked up to it and observed carefully. The metal shells covered a wide area, even including a patch of green vegetation for experiments.
As he observed, the people inside the space station also spotted him, nearly falling off their seats in shock, mouths agape, completely dumbfounded.
Fortunately, Ye Fan didn’t linger. He vanished in an instant, shooting off the Moon and crossing toward Earth, leaving only a Dark Jade Platform in space.
The Moon was nearly 400,000 kilometers from Earth. Ye Fan traversed the void, entering the thick atmosphere, then revealed his true form, descending on his own power.
“Earth is indeed very strange!”
Ye Fan immediately felt a peculiar sensation, followed by deep awe. He sensed something extraordinary.
The wind howled in his ears like blades, cutting his skin. Ye Fan descended, looking down at the surface. Mountains and rivers gradually became clear.
The Heavenly Dao was extremely peculiar, incredibly distant. Ye Fan could hardly grasp it, which both startled and frightened him. A bad premonition rose in his heart.
Something terrifying must have happened on Earth. The entire Heavenly Dao world felt incomplete!
Ye Fan fell through patches of white clouds. The scenery below grew clearer, revealing magnificent mountains and rivers, but his heart grew heavier.
The celestial essence was too thin, almost negligible. In such conditions, cultivation was nearly impossible. He immediately understood why cultivators were no longer seen today.
But that wasn’t the most terrifying part. What worried him most was that his own cultivation seemed to be plummeting sharply, his dharma power severely declining, as if he were about to “lose the Dao.”
Why was this happening? This was a terrifying prospect for any cultivator. Even Ye Fan felt his hair stand on end!
Should he even return to Earth? Would he become a useless person? His heart trembled violently.
“No, it’s not my problem. It’s the nature of this world.” After Ye Fan’s cultivation and power seemingly dropped, they finally stabilized.
Fortunately, he could still fly. If it continued, he might become a free-falling object. As a Human Sacred Body with one foot in the Dao Severing gate, dying from a fall would be a huge joke.
“My cultivation and power haven’t actually decreased. They’re being suppressed by this world. This is… the legendary Age of Dharma Decline, where the Dao cannot be perceived!”
In a fleeting glimpse, Ye Fan was shaken. In that moment of suppression, he saw towering mountains rising into the clouds, tens of thousands of zhang high!
This was utterly unbelievable.
“How is this possible? Earth couldn’t have such mountains…” Before he finished, the vision vanished. Below were only low hills—everything was an illusion.
This left him uncertain.
“Clang!”
In his Sea of Suffering, the two pieces of Green Copper trembled lightly. Upon arriving on Earth, they responded immediately, as if giving a sign.
Ye Fan steadied himself, observing the sky for a long time, but the feeling was gone. He saw skyscrapers below, row upon row, reaching into the sky.
He didn’t descend further but began to fly horizontally. He was near the coast and soon entered the airspace over the ocean. In this uninhabited area, he couldn’t help but roar, venting his emotions.
“I’m back!”
“Boom!”
He fell from the sky with a blaze of light, plunging into the sea, stirring up towering waves that rushed into the distance.
That day, residents of a certain country in that sea area panicked, mistaking it for an earthquake or tsunami, and even suspected a repeat of the nuclear plant tragedy from over twenty years ago.
This was truly an Age of Dharma Decline. In this world, Ye Fan’s cultivation hadn’t actually decreased, but the power he could exert had dropped significantly.
“No wonder… Since the pre-Qin alchemists, there have been no cultivators in the world. They all fled. What happened on Earth?”
Ye Fan was filled with endless questions. The drying up of celestial essence was one thing, but the Dao being imperceptible made survival for cultivators impossible.
“The pre-Qin alchemists and those ancient powerful traditions—I wonder if they left anything behind. Maybe I can find some cave dwellings.” Ye Fan murmured. At the thought, his heart burned with excitement. There were so many places to explore.
He walked on the sea surface, moving swiftly, gazing at the boundless ocean. His heart stirred—was there an East Sea Dragon Palace?
But for now, nothing was more important than his parents. Everything else could wait. He turned into a streak of light, rushing toward the city where he once lived.
For so many years, he had cultivated tirelessly, thinking of nothing but returning. Through countless trials, life and death, he finally boarded the Five-Colored Altar, resolutely abandoning everything in the Big Dipper. Now, he feared it might all be for nothing.
Ye Fan had been gone for over twenty years. Now, as he returned, looking at the unfamiliar cities along the way, he felt uneasy.
Time flew by. He had finally returned, but could he still see his parents? Would all his efforts be in vain? At this moment, he was incredibly anxious and afraid.
In the human world, time was the most terrifying thing. It could erode everything, change everything. Even the ancient Great Emperors could not reverse it.
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