On this ancient star, apart from the five-colored ancient tree, there was nothing else. It was difficult to see a single creature.
At this moment, suddenly seeing the five-colored altar and the one-armed green-clothed old man, the impact on Ye Fan could be imagined.
The five-colored altar wasn't very big because the crystals inside were too small. It was impossible to produce thousands of jin boulders like the ones on Ancient Mars and the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Land.
It was hard to imagine just how ancient a tree king was needed to produce such crystals. Perhaps only a saint would be able to chop it down, and even a quasi-great emperor would have to personally do it.
The green-clothed old man was tall and had a thin appearance. He looked like an immortal without a trace of the mortal world, giving off the feeling that the ancient dao was naturally formed.
Why was there such an old man here alone? Just what kind of realm had he reached to actually be able to build this kind of altar?!
One had to know that the Black Emperor had once said that the five-colored altar's formation patterns could only be carved by great emperors. It was impossible for others to do so, and they wouldn't even be able to understand them.
Just how powerful was this person to be able to build an altar alone? His heart was filled with astonishment. Could this be a great emperor?
This absurd thought surged up in his mind, making him feel extremely frightened. The great emperors of the ancient times were only legends and couldn't be seen in person. How could they meet?
"It shouldn't be a great emperor. Otherwise, how could it be a severed arm? Those kinds of characters have long since defied the heavens. Not to mention severed limbs, even if their bodies were shattered and their divine senses were destroyed, they would still be able to recover."
He inwardly speculated. He didn't approach and only watched from afar out of fear of startling the old man.
The five-colored altar was very small, no more than three meters long, but it consumed a lot of five-colored crystals. Most of them were only the size of pigeon eggs, so who knew how many tree kings had been cut down like this.
"Such a small five-colored altar might only be used to cross a single person. Is he going to leave? Where is he going?"
To be able to find an ancient star with life in this pitch-black and gloomy universe, it was truly not easy to see a person. Ye Fan found it hard to calm down.
He was very far away from the five-colored altar, and he was still continuously retreating. This was because he didn't know the single-armed old man's cultivation, so he was afraid of being sensed.
However, even though he restrained his aura, the old man still looked over, his eyes dim and lifeless, his face expressionless.
Ye Fan's body stiffened and he stopped in his tracks. After a moment of hesitation, he strode forward. Since he was already here, based on the cultivation base of this person, it would be difficult for him to escape.
Even now, he was still doubting whether the other party was an Immortal Emperor. The Black Emperor's words had left a deep impression on him. Only an Immortal Emperor could build the Five-Colored Sacrificial Altar.
"I'm returning to my homeland, but I can't be buried in a foreign land …"
When he ascended the giant mountain and arrived in front of the Five-Colored Altar, he heard this type of voice that continuously echoed like a demonic curse.
Ye Fan was astonished. The old man's mouth did not open again, but his voice rang out incessantly, as if it came from ancient times.
"Senior …" Ye Fan called out. However, the other party didn't even spare him a glance and continued to fix the altar.
"I'm returning to my homeland, but I can't be buried in a foreign land …"
This sentence was unceasing, like an incantation, echoing beside the altar as if it would never stop.
Gradually, Ye Fan sensed that something was wrong. Not only this voice, but even this old man was problematic. This didn't seem like a real person.
"Deity's will!"
Suddenly, he was horrified. All the hair on his body stood on end. He felt a special aura that belonged to that kind of evil spirit.
Ye Fan staggered backwards. There was no mistake. This was the will of a supreme deity. This kind of fluctuation, this kind of divine power, was very similar to the one he had seen in the immortal residence.
The former was formed from the evil thoughts of the Undying Heavenly Emperor after his death. What kind of existence was this green-robed old man born after his death?
"Why is there a deity's will on this ancient star?" Ye Fan felt a chill from head to toe. Now, there was no emperor weapon to suppress the evil spirit, so how could he resist?
What was a deity's will? It was said that it was formed from the evil years after the death of a deity. It was incomparably tyrannical, and almost no one could resist it.
This was a legendary deity, and it was illusory enough. Now, there was even the birth of evil thoughts. This boundless strangeness was incomprehensible.
Ye Fan noticed that the broken arm had the aura of tribulation on it. It was most likely that the heavens didn't tolerate it and sent down a heavenly punishment to cut it off. It was very difficult to regrow, and there was a power of suppression attached to it.
"Who can bury me in my homeland?" In front of the five-colored altar, the ancient voice continued like an inextinguishable will.
Ye Fan stopped his steps. The Origin Divine Eyes shot out splendor, and he saw an illusory figure standing in front of him. The green-robed old man didn't seem real at all.
"Yi, this is …"
This deity's will had transformed into the dao, and what was left was only a strand of will. It wasn't an invincible divine body. This made him both shocked and relieved.
"How many years has it been? A deity has died on this ancient star. After countless years, a deity's will was born, but it's about to be exhausted. It's almost gone."
Ye Fan trembled. It was hard to imagine how many years ago a deity had descended here and was buried on this ancient star. Perhaps he could dig out the corpse of a deity!
This strand of will didn't pose much of a threat. Even the evil thoughts had been completely dissolved, and only a kind of persistence remained. It was still fiddling with the altar and repeatedly modifying it, but the changes weren't great.
"This altar has been formed for a long time, but the deity's will couldn't hold on any longer. It returned to heaven and earth, and without the main will, it can't even be considered a specter anymore. It's just repeating everything mechanically."
After standing here for a long time, Ye Fan finally understood everything. Moreover, he learned a shocking secret from the various ancient voices. This deity came from the ancient Ziwei Star Region.
He couldn't forget about returning to his homeland, to the legendary Ziwei Star Region.
"In China's ancient myths and legends, the Ziwei Star was the Emperor Star, known as the Lord of Dipper …" Ye Fan pondered.
It was recorded in the ancient books of Taoism that the Lord of Ziwei was in control of heaven and earth, commanding the gods of the three worlds and the gods of the mountains and rivers. He was the king of all phenomena, able to summon the wind and rain, and command the ghosts and gods of thunder and lightning.
Ye Fan stood there for a long time. Finally, he didn't find anything else. Then, he moved quickly on this ancient star, ready to find the corpse of a deity.
This planet wasn't very big. It was much smaller than the world in the Big Dipper Star Region. It wasn't even as big as an oasis in the Northern Region.
It didn't take Ye Fan long to explore the entire planet. Unfortunately, he still couldn't find the corpse of a deity. There was only a remnant of the deity's will — the old man in green.
He spent a month on this small planet. He almost turned the entire land over, but he still couldn't find the corpse.
"It's not necessarily a deity. It's most likely the corpse of an emperor, but it definitely won't decay. It's possible that it has already entered the universe …" Ye Fan sighed.
Perhaps, like the Void Emperor, it had finally buried itself in the boundless starry sky. Along the way, a deity's will was born. It entered this ancient star and wanted to return to its homeland, the Ziwei Star Region.
Ye Fan returned to the dragon corpse and the bronze coffin. He saw the claw mark that almost cracked the mountain. After carefully sensing it for a long time, he was sure that it was the will of the deity from back then.
"Am I trapped on this small planet?" he muttered to himself.
In the next six months, he fought the Ancient Tree King every day in search of the divine crystal. Of course, it wasn't to build the Five-Colored Altar, but to sharpen himself and cultivate.
This ancient star was very special. It was naturally suitable for the growth of the Five Elements Real Wood. It might be the last place in the universe with the Five Elements Real Wood.
This was because, in front of the Five-Colored Altar, the wisp of will had such a vague message. The ancient voice was difficult to understand. Although it was a wave of consciousness, it wasn't that easy to distinguish.
Every day, he would spend a certain amount of time watching the old man in green repair the Five-Colored Altar. It was just a repetitive work, and in reality, there was no improvement to speak of.
It was just the last bit of hope of a specter that was about to dissipate. He didn't even know who he was or why Ye Fan had come.
In the end, Ye Fan made up his mind. He was going to take the risk and leave this ancient star to go somewhere else!
That was because this ancient star was too strange. It was naturally suitable for the growth of the Five Elements Real Wood. It transformed all the power of the Great Dao for its own use, and it was difficult for cultivators to comprehend the Dao here.
In the end, Ye Fan decided to abandon the nine dragon corpses and the bronze coffin and cross alone. This was because the nine dragons pulling the coffin had really run aground and couldn't move at all.
With the help of the Five-Colored Altar constructed by the will of the deity, he wanted to take the risk and go to the ancient star of Ziwei. Since there was no way forward, he might as well take the risk.
The Five-Colored Altar was almost complete. Although it was very small, there was a certain degree of feasibility. If this deity's will hadn't transformed into the Great Dao and lost the will of the main will, he might have already crossed.
"Activate …"
As long as he could activate it, he could activate everything on the altar, which meant that he could cross.
Ye Fan had been observing here for half a year and had long since discovered some secrets. He injected a wisp of divine power into it, and the Five-Colored Altar immediately shone with boundless radiance.
It had long since been in a half-activated state, and all it lacked was a wisp of inducement. He succeeded after just one try.
Without any hesitation, Ye Fan climbed up and stood at the center of the altar. A small Eight Trigrams Gate appeared, and the runes flickered as it opened the Starry Gate.
He didn't have any thoughts of returning to Earth. The most important thing now was to enter a source of life, and the ancient star field of Ziwei was a very strong choice.
All of a sudden, the originally unconscious old man in green suddenly opened his eyes wide and shot out two beams of resplendent divine light. They were like two torches that shot into the sky. It seemed that he had temporarily woken up.
The old man in green stretched out a large hand and instantly cracked the earth. He went all the way to the core of this ancient star and took out a sealed stone coffin.
Ye Fan's eyes were fixed on it. The deity's will had a trace of self-awareness before death. He almost devoutly lifted the ancient coffin and stepped onto the altar, standing together with Ye Fan.
"The corpse of a deity!"
He didn't even need to think to know that the corpse of the deity was in the stone coffin. He had searched for a long time without finding it, but he didn't expect it to be in the core of the planet. How could an ordinary person have the power to grab it?!
"I'm going to the ancient star with him?!" Ye Fan was scared. This was the will of a deity, and it was formed by the evil will of a deity. It was not a good one.
"He's about to become Daoist. Let's hope he disappears halfway." Ye Fan was sure that if the old man disappeared, the corpse of the deity would fall into his hands!
With a loud bang, the Five-Colored Divine Light shot into the sky. Ye Fan, the old man in green, and the stone coffin with the corpse of the deity instantly entered the back of the Eight Trigrams Gate and disappeared.
"Return to your homeland, don't be buried in a foreign land …" This was the only sentence that reverberated in the Starry Gate.
Bei Dou Galaxy, Eastern Barren Territory, Ji Family.
It was another late night. Ji Ziyue looked up at the starry sky and sat there for most of the night. In the end, she sighed softly.
A few years passed in the blink of an eye. She didn't know if the nine dragons pulling the coffin had reached the other end of the starry sky. She only looked up every night and reminisced about the past. It was hard for her to smile.
In the Northern Region, some important ancient royal families were also looking up at the starry sky. They were discussing a major matter.
"Are you sure they went to the ancient star field of Ziwei?"
"We can open the altar left behind by an ancient sovereign and try summoning them!"
"But that's too costly!"
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