The nine sacred mountains were majestic and heavy. Ancient trees towered into the sky, and strange rocks rose abruptly. It could be said to be magnificent.
They were not very tall, but they gave off a majestic aura, giving off boundless pressure. It was as if the nine heavens and ten earths were in front of them.
When Ye Fan arrived at the foot of the mountain, his body was withered and could not hold on any longer. He looked up, and his entire body turned cold. Those cold eyes and intimidating figures made him feel like he had fallen into an icehouse.
A few people stood side by side on the tall mountain. Some had hair as white as snow, while others had hair as black as a waterfall. When the mountain wind blew, their hair fluttered about. Their gazes were cold as they looked down. There were no fluctuations in their emotions.
What was this place? The Ancient Desolate Forbidden Land!
Creatures with flesh and blood could not exist for long. Even the divine clothes of the ancient sages could not withstand the corrosion. They automatically flew away, not willing to enter this place.
No one could stay here for long. Since ancient times, who knew how many peerless experts had been buried here. Even the flourishing holy lands were destroyed here, turning into ashes.
Ye Fan's heart immediately turned cold. He knew that they could not be humans. They were terrifying and mysterious Desolate Slaves, great heroes of the past.
Silently, another girl appeared beside those people. She had bright eyes and white teeth. Her neck was slender, and she was like a lotus flower emerging from the water. She was exceptionally beautiful.
She wore white clothes that fluttered in the mountain wind. She was like a moon fairy riding the wind. She was extraordinary, and it was difficult to find any flaws in her. She was like a person from a painting.
"Heavenly Jade Holy Lady!"
Ye Fan was shocked. Last time, he had encountered this girl and nearly lost his life. She was the number one beauty of the Eastern Desolate Lands from six thousand years ago. She was also from the same sect as the old lunatic.
Five figures stood side by side, each with an extraordinary aura. It was impossible to become a Desolate Slave unless one was extremely talented. They were not from the same era, but they were definitely unrivaled in the past.
Perhaps one could find records of some of them in ancient books. It was very likely that they were the world-shaking heroes of the past who could summon the wind and rain on the continent.
"Do the heavens want me to die?!" Ye Fan sighed. He had used all his methods and finally approached the sacred mountain. He had never expected to encounter such shocking Desolate Slaves. How could he resist them?
Legend had it that Desolate Slaves did not come out often. Sometimes, they would not come out of the deep abyss even after hundreds of years. Now, five of them had appeared.
Ye Fan felt a sense of helplessness. He had gone to the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Land three times and encountered a powerful Desolate Slave twice. This was truly bad luck.
At this moment, he was already old beyond recognition. Even though his stone clothes and Sky Covering Treasured Robe were not broken, they could no longer withstand the corrosion of time.
The kirin seed had long since withered away. Ye Fan extracted an endless amount of life essence energy from it in order to prevent it from dying, but it was impossible for it to continue for a long time.
The divine medicine seed and his physical body were his greatest trump cards. Originally, he was just about to ascend the Sacred Mountain, but now, such an unforeseen event had occurred.
"Whoosh!"
A figure whose feet didn't touch the ground floated down from the Sacred Mountain like a specter and headed straight for Ye Fan. All the hair on his body stood on end as a terrifying aura assaulted him.
"Buzz!"
At the crucial moment, the golden blood energy of the Sacred Body surged. Even though his body was old, it still possessed endless potential. It was as if he was born with the power to resist Desolate Slave.
Ye Fan braced himself and flew towards the other Sacred Mountain. He did not choose to leave, because with his current condition, he would probably die of old age and turn to dust before he could leave the Sacred Mountain.
This was a middle-aged man with hair as white as snow. He was heroic and imposing, as if he was the only one in the world. He must have been a world-shaking character in the past.
In the blink of an eye, he blocked Ye Fan's path. However, he did not make a move. He stared at Ye Fan's Sea of Reincarnation without blinking.
Ye Fan's heart pounded violently as if he was being stared at by an ancient Desolate Beast. All the blood energy in his body was about to evaporate, and his body felt like it was about to burst apart.
Just how powerful was this person?
Even though his current condition was terrible, his flesh was withered, and his body was declining, he was still a Sacred Body after all. He actually felt this way!
The white-haired man walked forward in a steady and resolute manner. Every step seemed as if it could split apart mountains and rivers. Ye Fan discovered that the Sky Covering Treasured Clothes were directly cracked apart, and the stone clothes were even more so shattered.
It was exceptionally terrifying!
This middle-aged man was heroic and majestic, as if he could rule over heaven and earth. He calmly walked forward, as if a great mountain was crushing down on Ye Fan to crush him.
Ye Fan shouted loudly. Golden blood energy rushed out, moving around his body. The Undying Sacred Body's potential surged to resist this disaster.
At the same time, his appearance was dignified. He chanted a strange scripture that resounded between heaven and earth. It was as if thunder was descending into the world, shaking the ancient trees until hualala sounds rang out and leaves flew about chaotically.
He used his Sacred Body's golden blood energy to move. This was the last exceptional trump card he could take the initiative to use. This was the several hundred ancient scripture characters from the ancient bronze coffin.
From the past until now, he had never understood it. When he roared out now, it didn't turn into sound, but rather a type of fluctuation.
This scripture didn't exist in this world. Regardless of whether it was written or chanted, it couldn't appear, and outsiders couldn't understand it.
Suddenly, halfway up the mountain, the same scripture rang out. It was even more resounding than his, covering the heaven and earth as if it was expounding the supreme principles of the great dao.
The heavenly sound was like thunder, but only Ye Fan could hear it clearly. This was exactly the same as his own scripture. It turned into a type of heavenly might, and others couldn't understand its meaning.
Ye Fan didn't care about anything else and directly rushed towards the mountainside. He didn't care whether or not the white-haired man followed him. In his heart, there was only that ancient coffin.
At this moment, his consciousness was a bit hazy, and he could fall down at any time. He simply couldn't care about anything else.
In the ancient forest halfway up the mountain, a huge ancient bronze coffin quietly lay there. It was full of vicissitudes of time, as if it was connected to the ancient past.
The bronze coffin fell to the side, and the coffin lid slid down to the side. Ye Fan staggered as he approached. He immediately threw himself in because he couldn't hold on any longer.
"Am I going to die? No, I definitely can't die! "
He held the Qilin divine medicine seed in his bosom. Only a trace of blood energy seeped out, guiding life essence energy into his body. He clenched his teeth, not allowing himself to go unconscious.
However, his state was just too terrible. Even though his will was as firm as iron, he still couldn't hold on. The great dao scars ruptured, immediately expanding. He almost directly died.
Ye Fan finally fainted. The great dao cracks deepened. His spirit and body couldn't bear the burden anymore. He collapsed within the ancient coffin.
After more than five years, almost six years of time, he entered the bronze coffin again. Everything was because of it that he came to this world, and now, he entered again.
The bronze coffin that crossed the star domain, it was unknown where it began and where it ended. It was full of too many secrets.
After who knew how much time had passed, only then did Ye Fan slowly wake up. The great dao heavenly sound had long stopped. It was incomparably peaceful without a single sound.
The coffin didn't have Huang's power, so the passage of time couldn't continue to deprive him of his life. Ye Fan knew that his gamble paid off. The several hundred characters of ancient scriptures stirred up the ancient coffin.
Before entering the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Land, he had already made all types of deductions. Since even Huang feared the ancient coffin, pushing it out from the abyss, then it definitely didn't fear that type of aura.
At the crucial moment of life and death, his choice was correct. He resonated with the ancient coffin's heavenly sound and entered this place, allowing him to escape disaster.
Even though the passage of time no longer corroded him, his state was terrible to the extreme. The great dao scars worsened, and his life source seemed like it was about to be split in half.
Moreover, right now, his body was aging, his flesh shriveled up. He was like a lamp without oil, about to reach the end of his life at any time.
If not for the Qilin divine medicine seed in his hands, he would have already turned into withered bones. The purple Qilin that was less than the size of an infant's fist was dim and without light, already about to wither.
This was a type of extravagant squandering. Absorbing the life of the undying divine medicine seed to resist the passage of time, perhaps he was the only one under the heavens who had done such a thing.
Even a peerless emperor wearing an ancient sage's divine robe couldn't approach the Sacred Mountain. Even if Ye Fan's physical body was unparalleled, without this seed, it would be almost impossible for him to reach here and survive until now.
This was the world's rarest divine object!
"Please don't wither and die …" Ye Fan felt a sense of guilt. The undying divine medicine was unique in this world. If it died, it wouldn't be able to reappear.
The world was silent. He gazed outwards, but he didn't see the white-haired man, nor did he see the figures of the others.
"Can this ancient coffin really restrain them?"
Even though he didn't die, Ye Fan's lifespan had already dried up. He was only using the Qilin seed to prolong his life. The terrifying great dao scars could take away his life at any time.
"I'm trapped here. How can I reach the summit?" He felt like he didn't have the strength to climb up. As long as he left the bronze coffin, he wouldn't be able to resist Huang's aura.
"This won't do, I have to go up. There's no time to waste, or else I will definitely die here!" Ye Fan was inwardly anxious.
If he had enough divine force, he could carry the bronze coffin up and resist the corrosion of time. But now, even walking was an issue.
"What do I do? The Qilin seed has dried up, so it's difficult for me to absorb life essence energy. How am I supposed to go up?" Ye Fan had never felt so helpless before.
Death was so close to him. Perhaps before the sky darkened, he would leave this world. His life would dry up, and it would be difficult for him to continue living.
Ye Fan stood up with difficulty. He gazed outwards. The nine enormous dragon corpses in the ancient forest were like a great steel wall, not decaying even now. Dark light flickered about, full of power, making one couldn't help but tremble.
"Are these True Dragons?!"
His voice was trembling. The nine corpses looked exactly the same as True Dragons, their might like the heavens. However, after experiencing too many things, he already began to doubt the existence of immortal spirits.
"Perhaps they are Flood Dragons that have evolved to the extreme realm."
Ye Fan clenched his teeth. With the Qilin seed in hand, he quickly rushed out towards the enormous dragon corpse that flickered with scales. He prepared to drink dragon blood to prolong his life.
Qiang!
Sparks flew in all directions. It was as if Ye Fan's finger had hacked down on ten thousand refined divine iron, unable to cut through it at all. His injuries were just too severe. After hacking down a few times, he couldn't even move a single dragon scale. The terrifying great dao scars made it almost impossible for him to stand.
He used all of his methods, yet he still couldn't break through the dragon corpse. His body aged even more, and he almost fell backwards onto the ground. Ye Fan used the last of his strength to barely return to the bronze coffin. He fell onto the ground, unable to budge an inch.
"Am I really going to die?"
Ye Fan was downcast. He had left his hometown and arrived at the other shore of the starry skies, dying in a place no one knew of. There were no relatives, no friends who knew of this. This was too sorrowful.
"If I die like this, who would shed a single tear for me …"
He couldn't even send out a message. Ten years, a hundred years later, there would only be a skeleton here. If there was an outstanding character who could come here, they would only sigh.
Ye Fan really didn't want to die like this. He said to himself, "What other trump cards do I have that I can take the initiative to use?"
He searched through his entire body. The golden dao scripture, the silver Heavenly Source Book, the bodhi seed … apart from the shriveled Qilin seed, none of the treasures could save his life.
"Ding!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out. A small translucent stone fell to the ground. It was only the size of a knuckle, and it flowed with rainbow splendor. It was sparkling and beautiful.
"Little darling …" Seeing this small stone, Ye Fan immediately thought of the pitiful little girl of unknown origins.
His heart moved, and he placed the small seven-colored stone in his palm. He used it as a divine medicine to absorb its essence energy. With a swoosh, a seven-colored light entered his body.
"This is …" Ye Fan was shocked. He felt his entire body relax, and he had gained a lot of strength.
He almost didn't dare to believe all of this. Just what kind of stone was this? How could it have such a pure life essence? He continued to absorb, and ray after ray of seven-colored splendor rushed into his body.
Ye Fan finally sat up after recovering some strength. He looked at this small stone in disbelief. It wasn't an immortal divine medicine, but it possessed a powerful life essence.
"Little darling …" Ye Fan didn't expect that the small stone Little Darling gave him would save his life at the crucial moment. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have the strength to stand up.
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