A small boat went down the river. On both sides of the river, there were towering mountains, and the cries of apes and roars of tigers. Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the small boat and drank alone. The water was sometimes calm and sometimes rapid.
He couldn't find the Black Emperor these days. The dead dog was already a legend in East Barren. Not long ago, he almost killed North Thearch, which shocked the entire East Barren.
Ye Fan wasn't in a hurry to find them. As long as little Nan Nan and the others weren't in danger, he wasn't worried. During this period of time, he traveled the famous mountains and rivers of East Barren and cultivated peacefully.
"Setting Sun Valley, an ancient saint's place of seclusion. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and nothing is left."
The river flowed east and washed away the canyon. Now, Setting Sun Valley had become a swamp, and the last trace of the ancient saint had disappeared.
Ye Fan stood at the bow of the boat and poured a cup of wine down. The river flowed rapidly, but the small boat didn't move and stayed there quietly. He looked carefully.
Setting Sun Valley had long been submerged by the water. Only a few mountains were above the water surface. They were like dragons and snakes, like giant tortoises looking at the moon. It was very strange.
"Back then, that saint created the Twelve Turtle-Snake Swords and swept across East Barren. He created a famous supreme sect, and all the sacred grounds came to congratulate him."
"What a pity. No matter how great an inheritance is, it will come to an end one day. It only lasted for twenty thousand years, and it ended so quickly."
"Sigh, the Twelve Turtle-Snake Swords became extinct. A world-shaking absolute art has disappeared forever."
Ye Fan cultivated and wandered. He naturally wanted to pay homage to such a historical site, hoping to feel the dao marks and mental state of the predecessors.
"Could the Twelve Turtle-Snake Swords be related to these mountains?" He looked at the remaining mountains. They were exposed on the water surface, shaped like spirit snakes and old tortoises.
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sky red. The mountains seemed to have a mind of their own, jumping in the afterglow like tortoises and snakes.
"Is it the mountains, the water, or my heart?"
Ye Fan calmed his heart and focused his mind. He spread his divine sense towards the Snake Ridge and Tortoise Mountain. In that instant, the mountains, valleys, earth, and surging rivers all rang out, releasing a sound like that of a great bell.
"This is …"
The spiritual imprints of the predecessors had existed for endless ages, never fading. At this moment, they were activated by him, all of them resonating, as if over a hundred great bells were shaking.
The river water overflowed, sweeping into the heavens. The cliffs reached the heavens, rumbling as they swayed. All types of holy light flickered, illuminating the entire world, making one couldn't help but bow down in worship.
At first, Ye Fan thought that it was the mark of the ancient sage, and that it might have triggered the 12 Turtle-Snake Swords. However, he quickly rejected this idea.
This was the resonance of close to a hundred types of imprints and not a single powerful mark of dao. Soon, he knew what was going on. Someone had come here to pay homage just like him, leaving behind a fragment of his spirit and branding it between the cliffs.
"A rare lost art has truly disappeared in the ancient times. So many people have come to search for it, but they all sighed in vain."
Half a month later, Ye Fan had long since crossed into the distance, arriving in a great wasteland. There was no sign of human habitation for hundreds of thousands of li, only ancient trees and the roars of beasts.
The Tomb of the Fallen King was a land of bloodshed. Not a single blade of grass grew on the barren mountains, and even birds didn't land. It was incomparably silent, without a trace of wind.
This was truly a barren land. The mountains were red, as if dyed red by blood. No one knew how much time had passed, but it was still so bleak.
In the distance, the great wasteland was lush and lush with plants. Only this place was like an isolated island without any signs of life.
It was said that this was the place where a Divine King had fallen. His strength was heaven-defying, invincible, and he had reached the Saint Realm.
It could be said that in that era, a Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland who had reached the Saint Realm was extremely terrifying. He was invincible in the world, and no one could match him.
This matchless Divine King had a good relationship with the first Yuan Taoist Master. They entered their later years together, and something ominous happened to the first ancestor of the Yuan Taoist Master's lineage. All sorts of terrifying and mysterious things happened one after another.
In the end, the Divine King of the Eastern Wasteland brought the first ancestor of the Heaven's Origin to this great wasteland. They lived in seclusion together in their later years, preparing to resist all sorts of terrifying things.
However, no matter how powerful the invincible Divine King was, he couldn't change anything. After living in seclusion for half a year, a great battle that shook the entire Eastern Wasteland took place.
The outside world didn't know the details, but on that day, they saw a bloody light shoot into the sky, as well as the Eastern Wasteland Divine Body's most powerful arcane technique. It overturned the heavens and the earth, and a bloody light flooded the entire great wasteland.
The most ancient living fossils in the Eastern Wasteland all sensed the terrifying aura, and they were all shocked to the extreme.
After the battle, people rushed here. The blood of the invincible Divine King dyed the earth red. Both he and the first ancestor of the Yuan Taoist Master had died, and not even their corpses were left.
The Tomb of the Fallen King could be said to have been dyed red by the blood of an invincible Divine King in ancient times. It had submerged the great wasteland, and it contained the blood of a deity that hadn't faded since ancient times.
"The first ancestor of the Yuan Taoist Master's lineage and such an invincible hero fought the 'ominous' together in their later years, but they both died with grievances. How terrifying …"
Ye Fan was deep in thought, and his heart was not at peace. The Yuan Taoist Master's later years were really difficult to pass. It was a great calamity, and he didn't know how to face it in the future.
"That is …" Suddenly, he was shocked. He saw a figure standing on the bloody tomb.
The figure was dressed in gray, and he disappeared in a flash. He was so fast that even Ye Fan's Divine Eyes couldn't see him clearly, and he couldn't keep up with his speed.
It was too fast!
Ye Fan was too far away, and he felt that the figure was a little familiar. Then, his heart suddenly trembled, and he revealed a look of disbelief. He used the Line Formula and chased after him.
However, when he came close, he was already nowhere to be seen. According to that speed, it was possible that he was eight or nine hundred miles away, and it was impossible to catch up.
"Senior Divine King!" he shouted, and the whole great wasteland rumbled, but there was no response.
Ye Fan felt that he saw the peerless Divine King Jiang Taixu, who had disappeared for many years, the white-robed king who had been a hero for a lifetime of bitterness.
"It really looks like him …" He couldn't be sure, but he felt that there was a sixty percent chance that he was right. His heart was extremely shaken.
"The peerless Divine King didn't die. He survived, so he must have broken through by now!" Ye Fan was excited, but he also sighed for the Divine King's life experience.
The ancient ancestral kings were about to be born one after another, and the return of the Divine King made Ye Fan extremely excited. In the future, if they were to fight against the ancient creatures, he would be an invincible force.
"He was so emotional that he wanted to die for the woman he loved, and he cut off the Divine King's Source, but in the end, he was reborn. How strong would such a person be?" Ye Fan didn't know.
He cut off the Divine King's Source without any reluctance, saved Little Tingting, and returned to a mortal. Perhaps no Divine King in history would be willing to do this!
"The Divine King shed all of his divine blood for me and exhausted his Source for Little Tingting. In the end, he went far away, wanting to be buried with Fairy Rosy Cloud in the forest. He survived in such a situation …"
Ye Fan lingered here for a long time, comprehending the traces left behind by the ancient saints. After cultivating for half a month, he got up, but he didn't see Jiang Taixu return. He was very regretful.
"If the Saint Physique Ye Fan dares to appear, we will cut off his three souls and seven spirits, and he will never be able to reincarnate!" These were the words of the Wang family, and their words resounded throughout the Eastern Barren Territory.
"With my son Wang Teng here, he will never have a chance to rise up. Even if he has a Saint Physique and has cultivated it to great success, he can only be killed and become a pile of bones by the side of the road!" Wang Teng's father was very high-profile. He personally stood out and said, "If he dares to appear, we will kill him!"
In the boundless Eastern Barren Territory, undercurrents were surging. Ye Fan returned from cultivating in the great mountains and rivers, so he naturally heard these words. He didn't attack the Wang family's businesses again, because he believed that the other party had already prepared an inescapable net.
"Wang family, if you all want to die, then you can all come to the Eastern Barren Territory. I will kill you all one by one." These were the words Ye Fan spoke after returning. He also appeared in the central region.
At the same time, an extremely bad signal appeared in the Eastern Barren Territory. An archaic creature appeared from the north, traveling through the great mountains and rivers.
"Saint Physique? What a joke. In front of my clan, all physiques are clay chickens and pottery dogs. They can't even take a single blow!" The first archaic king race youth appeared and released these words.
This was a powerful ancient creature that broke through divine origin. Even though he was young, he made others feel restraining fear. There were people who saw North Emperor Teng walking together with him, personally accompanying him.
"Brother Wang, I will help you deal with this so-called Saint Physique. If my clan wants to kill someone, no one in the heavens above or earth below can stop us!" A young archaic king race youth spoke. He had a head of purple hair, and his eyes were fierce. He was arrogant and cold.
"Your Sacred Prince is acquainted with him. If you do this, won't it lead to internal strife within the archaic races?"
"Emperor of Fighting has long passed away in meditation during the archaic years. What prince is he now? If he isn't a match for our king race's descendant, then he is nothing more than a Sacred Ape!" That young archaic king race youth laughed coldly.
"As long as Ye Fan can be found, a single finger from me is enough to crush him to death!" Wang Teng said indifferently.
Northern region, within an ancient mountain range, within a grand underground ancient watchtower, two individuals sat across from each other, discussing like this.
"No harm. It isn't impossible to find him. My clan's ancestral king refined a divine lake when he was young. It has endless wondrous uses. Now, it is placed in the depths of the ancient cave. If you and I work together to activate it, we should be able to find his traces, "said the young archaic king race youth.
Within an enormous cave, one or two enormous pieces of divine source could be seen from time to time. There were powerful ancient creatures sealed within them that were rising and falling. It was incomparably terrifying.
They walked into the depths and saw a small lake that was ten zhang in circumference. It was a faint golden color that flowed with bewitching radiance. When the two of them worked together to activate it, it immediately released wuwu sounds.
Then, the faint golden lake rippled with light, and then it began to quickly tremble. Then, it became as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the mountains and rivers of the great earth.
"Think of that person's appearance in your heart and recite his name!" The young archaic king race youth reminded.
Wang Teng released a low shout. The Nine Dragons, Nine Phoenixes, Nine Tigers, and Nine Black Tortoises rushed out together, submerging the ancient cave. Light shone resplendently, and just like the Central Great Emperor, he was surrounded by four types of immortal essence.
Huala!
The faint golden divine lake released a sound, and water light flowed about. A mountain range appeared, towering and majestic. A figure stood on top of a precipice; it was precisely Ye Fan.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, Ye Fan turned around. His gaze seemed to pierce through the divine lake, and all of the scenes immediately shattered.
"He has a secret treasure on him that can stop us from searching. However, this is enough. He came to the northern region. I've been to that place before!" The archaic king race youth sneered.
"I'm going to kill him right now!" Wang Teng immediately stood up.
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