This was a difficult period of time that was full of bloodshed. Even though the human race had long made preparations, their losses still weren't small.
Several sections of the starry sky ancient paths collapsed, two ancient life stars shattered. Even though large amounts of creatures had long been moved away, there were still mountains of corpses and bones.
No one expected this battle to continue for eighteen years, and it still hadn't ended. These star domains were all in great turmoil.
The human race, Holy Spirit Race, Radiant Race, and others were all caught up in these years. They couldn't get away even if they wanted to. There were even powerful main races from other star domains that hurried over.
The seven demonic wells were opened one after another, as if the gates of hell were opened. This was a great calamity that plunged the world into misery and suffering.
Some people speculated that this Holy Spirit from the Legendary Era was only a step away from confirming the dao, almost becoming an ancient emperor. Unfortunately, it was still killed by the Dao Sovereign and raised into a Seven Cellar Divine Ghost.
After more than ten years of fighting, the ancient wells were opened one after another. The losses of the various clans were severe, and even several of the Great Sage's people died.
Some of the ancient wells weren't that dangerous, while others were filled with heaven overflowing killing intent that exceeded one's imagination. The demonic well with the head of that Holy Spirit from the Legendary Era was the most sinister.
The great armies of the various clans slaughtered their way over, sacrificing a hundred thousand creatures. Blood covered the demonic earth, corpses piled up into mountains, and only then did a crack appear on the seal here.
In the end, the various clans tried everything they could to open this ancient well. The day the well was opened, the irregular scenes were world shocking.
From that day forth, sand and stones flew everywhere, chilly winds roared angrily, a blood moon covered the sky. Corpses of gods and devils fell from the heavens, smashing into the great earth with keng qiang sounds.
This type of situation continued for ten whole years, no one able to approach. A foreign Great Sage recklessly charged into the restricted area, screaming miserably for three days and three nights. In the end, only a set of white bones remained, his flesh and primordial spirit completely devoured.
Ten years later, the Holy Spirit's head appeared. This ancient star collapsed, its energy devouring the starry river, making all clans pay an unimaginable price.
Blood flowed like rivers, dyeing the cosmos red. If not for the fact that so much time had passed, this head being suppressed by the Dao Sovereign to the point where it was about to rot, it was hard to imagine what kind of disaster it would have brought about.
These were the seven demonic wells, every single one of them extremely strange, filled with endless killing intent. They became the burial grounds of experts.
The final ancient well had half a creature's torso buried within. There was a stone scripture hidden within, and it even more so triggered a heaven overflowing blood tribulation. The races killed one another and even the evil gods fell out with one another.
For the sake of obtaining this scripture, the various races overturned the heavens. The human race also participated, taking action at the crucial moment. Unfortunately, it was all for naught, and one of their dao protectors almost died.
As for the various races that had participated in this battle, they had suffered great losses in this battle. Two of the Great Sage's bodies had been destroyed, and their blood and corpses had been scattered everywhere. Their star domains had been pierced through.
The God Smelting Pot, the stone medallion, and other extreme dao ancient weapons, or ancestral weapons that were close to Emperor weapons, clashed intensely. The starry rivers and the cosmos cracked, causing some of the main races to be completely annihilated.
Eighteen years passed. The seven demonic wells were opened one after another, and the great battle continued until today. The Heaven Mending Technique's whereabouts were unknown, and no one knew where it was.
Of course, although the various races suffered heavy losses, they also reaped great rewards. Regardless of whether it was the Holy Spirits, the Light Race, or the Human Race, they had all obtained the celestial liquid.
The dao sovereign sealed the Holy Spirits of the legendary era, and in the end, he still produced a few unmatched precious liquids. They were separately discovered in four of the ancient wells. For the various races, this was priceless.
After all these years, the starry sky ancient path collapsed, unable to be rebuilt. The human race's path was basically cut off. The battles continued unendingly, and a rain of blood scattered down. This ancient path was bleak.
It had already been eighteen years. Ye Fan was bathed in blood, fighting great battles against various races. Year after year, not a single moment passed, he almost slaughtered his way through.
He didn't leave this star domain, using the most cruel bloody battles to sharpen himself. He passed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, crawled over endless piles of corpses, firmly consolidating his dao foundation.
He advanced too quickly in the Saint Realm. Now, he experienced the attacks of tens of thousands of dao methods, battles of all types of ancient techniques. He walked step by step, his dao heart firm, eliminating all future troubles.
During these years, he wasn't in a rush to break through, instead attentively building his own immortal dao foundation.
Even if it was a bean sprout, after experiencing the baptism of eighteen years of blood rain, if it didn't die, it would still grow into a sturdy precious root. As long as the time was right, it would pull itself up from the ground, turning into a heaven reaching ancient tree!
This was even more so for Ye Fan. He had experienced all types of life and death tempering. He was like an exceptional heavenly sword, shining brilliantly and incomparably sharp, hidden within its scabbard.
During these years, Ye Fan only attempted to break through once, and that was ten years ago. Only when he felt that his immortal dao foundation was solid did he try to take another step forward.
Ten years ago, he sat on top of a demonic well that had been broken by various races, absorbing endless death energy. Then, he drank the immortal liquid left behind by a dao sovereign, carrying out a life and death collision.
That year, he successfully charged into the saint realm's seventh layer, advancing by leaps and bounds. Afterwards, he experienced all types of blood rain and slaughter. Eight years passed, and through the trials of life and death, he consolidated this level.
The immortal liquid left behind by the dao sovereign could only be used once. For anyone, a single drop was enough, and any more would lose its effectiveness.
Every single drop was the size of a thumb. Divine multicolored light shot in all directions, able to allow one to shed their mortal body and exchange their bones. This was the immortal liquid nurtured by an ancient well, and its quantity was extremely limited.
Now, every race had obtained some, and it was priceless. Some people wanted to use all types of secret treasures and scriptures to exchange, but no one was willing to sell a single drop.
Ye Fan had more than ten drops in his hands, and he carefully stored them away. They would be of great use in the future. He could let his old friends, disciples, and others consume it when they reached a bottleneck, and their strength would definitely increase by several levels.
During these eighteen years, Longma and the Nine-tailed Crocodile had obtained great benefits. Regardless of whether it was the saints that died in battle or the divine liquid essence that Ye Fan scattered during his cultivation, they had all been devoured in the end.
These two vicious beasts had undergone several transformations, and their strength had increased explosively. All of this was built on the foundation of their continuous purification of dragon blood.
The Demon Emperor didn't leave behind any scriptures on the ancient path, but this ancient technique alone was already heaven-defying. It was the source of motivation for these vicious beasts to continuously increase their strength.
There were countless casualties in the Starry Sky War, and naturally, there was no lack of ancient saints. Being used as food to purify their own dragon blood was simply taking a shortcut.
In addition, Ye Fan had given each of them a drop of Holy Spirit Celestial Elixir, and their strength had naturally skyrocketed. Now, they were at the same level as Ye Fan, reaching the seventh level of the Saint Realm.
Recently, they had devoured too much blood, and it was very likely that they would break through again. If this news were to spread, it would definitely cause people to be dumbfounded.
Only by walking on the Starry Sky Ancient Path, encountering such a great war, and mastering the heaven-defying ancient technique of nourishing dragon blood, could they have such speed of advancement.
Otherwise, if they lived in a star field or hid on an ancient planet, how could they possibly devour so many corpses of saints that died in battle?
These two had obtained too much saint blood, and their bodies were also stained with many human lives!
"Even if I know that this is against the heavens, and that there might not be a good ending in the future, I can't care so much. Now that there are corpses of ancient saints in front of me, how can I abandon them? Naturally, I have to use them to increase my strength."
The two vicious beasts were quite open-minded. Even though they had an ominous premonition in their hearts that a great calamity might befall them in the future, they had no choice but to use this opportunity to frantically increase their cultivation levels.
In the past eighteen years, Ye Fan had become the public enemy of all races except for the Human Race. Because he had killed too many cultivators, a faint layer of dark blood divine ring had appeared behind him.
This was the result of bathing in the saint blood of various races. As long as he appeared, he didn't need to announce his name. Once they saw the dark red divine ring, they would definitely know it was him.
Moreover, the Holy Spirit Race had even cast a golden curse on him, causing a layer of resplendent golden light to appear on his divine ring. No matter where he went, it was difficult to remove.
In the past eighteen years, after the Stone Wolf, Wu Gu, and Mo Pu, Ye Fan had killed another powerful stone ape in this star field. He tore it apart with his bare hands and took away a jar of Holy Spirit divine blood.
The impact of this matter was extremely great. A supreme Holy Spirit in the depths of the starry sky had personally cast a curse in order to obliterate him. Unfortunately, Ye Fan had the Green Copper Cauldron on him, which blocked it. Only the golden light of the curse remained on his back.
In such a vast star field, how many Holy Spirits could there be? Ye Fan had killed four of them by himself, almost exterminating all the stone men in this star field. As a result, he had truly angered this Holy Spirit Race.
At the same time, this also caused a sensation. The rising stars of the various races continuously chased after him. They all wanted to kill him and create a legend.
It was also precisely because of this that Ye Fan had fought unceasingly all these years. He had always been in a reign of terror and had killed countless enemies.
Unfortunately, the experts of various races who came with the intention of making a name for themselves in a single battle had almost all fallen. This allowed Ye Fan to become stronger and stronger as he fought, establishing his prestige.
If it weren't for the fact that characters at the level of the Great Sage were fighting over the ancient scriptures from the Era of Legends, perhaps there would have been people who would have come to capture and kill him long ago.
Even so, Ye Fan had still encountered danger several times. However, he had grasped the Xing Symbol Art. In this world, there were people he couldn't defeat, but there weren't many who could catch up to him.
In the depths of the dark cosmos, the great battle was still ongoing. It had been going on for months and years, and now, it was already unclear whose hands the Heaven Mending Technique had fallen into.
However, every race had a score in their hearts. They believed that whoever had it would attack that person. The Radiant Race, Holy Spirit Race, Winged Race, Yuan Demon Race, and so on all fought against each other.
Of course, this battle had occurred on the human race's ancient starry road, so the human race naturally didn't have it easy either.
Ye Fan moved forward in the ice-cold cosmos. From time to time, he could see corpses floating in the star field. The blood had long since solidified.
After so many years, Longma and the Nine-tailed Crocodragon wanted to vomit whenever they saw corpses. However, they still endured it and continued to devour blood. Everything was for the sake of becoming stronger.
Ye Fan moved through the ice-cold cosmos, searching for an undying sun. It was because he wanted to break through again. After so many years of tempering, there were countless corpses beneath his feet. He used blood to build his path forward. He felt that he could continue breaking through.
Nine years ago, he was chased by many experts during a great life and death battle. He entered a gloomy and cold star field and found an extreme yin divine core that possessed extreme coldness.
This was refined from the essence of extreme yin. It was an exceptional treasure for cultivating the Extreme Yin Immortal Scripture.
And for Ye Fan, it was a type of divine precious material for cultivating the Sea of Reincarnation. It could be used to cultivate the Extreme Yin Diagram of the Taiji Immortal Diagram. Now that he wanted to break through, he naturally had to find a divine sun to refine the Extreme Yin Diagram.
Ye Fan quickly flew towards that blazing sun, dispersing the coldness and darkness of the cosmos. The closer he got, the hotter it became. It was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.
He wanted to enter the core of the sun!
"Who is it?" Suddenly, seven figures rushed out. All of them were powerful and had majestic holy might.
Ye Fan revealed a look of surprise. It was actually the seven Great Sage experts. They were definitely not ordinary saints. Each of their magical power was overflowing, and each of them had an extraordinary aura.
The one in the middle was completely golden and had four faces on his head. It was the saint of the Light Race.
On both sides of him were three people. All of their appearances were unordinary, and they were of different races. They stood side by side, creating an indescribably strange scene.
These people weren't very old, and they should be the outstanding talents of their races. It was definitely not normal for seven great heroes to walk together.
"It's you, the human race's holy physique Ye Fan, the murderous star from the Emperor Burial Star!"
These people were all shocked when they saw the one behind him. They didn't need to look carefully. They could see the dark blood divine ring behind him, as well as the resplendent golden light released by the Holy Spirit Race's golden curse. They immediately recognized him.
"You are truly daring. You actually want to barge into the residence of the Great Sage Cang Yan." One of the outstanding beauties gritted her teeth and said coldly. Because Ye Fan had killed too many of their people, she hated him very much.
Ye Fan instantly revealed a heartfelt smile when he heard this. This sun was actually Cang Yan's residence. How could the residence of the Fire Race's holy spirit be ordinary? It would definitely help him succeed in breaking through.
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