In the pure land of the Xuandu Cave, purple rocks stood tall and the cliffs were smooth. Dragon grass grew, ginseng spat out auspicious energy, Qilin lay alone under the green rocks, and silver chains hung down. Spiritual birds danced in the air, and the fragrance of old medicine filled the air.
On this day, the Eight Visions Palace that had not appeared in the world for a long time suddenly appeared in the Taiqing Sacred Realm. The purple tiles flowed with light, and the ancient hall was hazy. It seemed to be located outside the thirty-third level of heaven.
An ordinary-looking, short, and ordinary man walked out. The corners of his eyes and the tips of his brows were somewhat similar to the dead Yin Tianzhi.
He sighed softly and stood in front of the Eight Visions Palace in the Taiqing Sacred Realm, staring at the broken mountain outside the Xuandu Cave.
"Tianzhi is dead … I've spoiled you rotten. You're arrogant and domineering. I knew that you would suffer a great loss sooner or later, but I didn't expect this to be a death parting."
At this point, his eyes suddenly became sharp. The calmness from before was swept away, and like two divine lamps, they shot out two divine beams that were dozens of miles long.
At the same time, a vast purple aura soared into the sky. He was enveloped by the endless purple aura, and like a saint, he was unfathomable.
"Tianzhi was wrong, but he's my brother after all. I can't let him die in vain." His words were calm, but it was quite shocking. It could be heard in the vast wilderness, and who knew how many miles it had traveled.
On this day, the master of the Eight Visions Palace, Yin Tiande, appeared and only said one sentence. He wanted to kill a person, and a scroll appeared.
That was all, but it shocked everyone!
Yin Tiande was a mysterious and powerful young expert. Ten years ago, he had already defeated the various sect masters, and no one knew his background.
In the same year, he entered the Eight Visions Palace that had been sealed for a long time and became the master of the Taiqing Sacred Realm, shocking the world.
Two thousand years ago, an old Daoist riding an ox came through the starry sky, opened up the Xuandu Cave, and built the Eight Visions Palace.
This place became a divine land, and no one knew how powerful the person called Laozi was. In the end, he disappeared, leaving behind an empty mystic realm.
Many people had tried to find him, but they all returned empty-handed. In the end, Yin Tiande, who had defeated the various sect masters, carried the fate of the world and entered the Eight Visions Palace.
Ten years had passed, and people no longer knew how powerful this young man, who had risen like a legendary emperor, was!
And now, he came out of seclusion and only said that he wanted to kill a person. This naturally attracted the attention of everyone.
However, he didn't personally come out, and he went into closed door cultivation once more. His cultivation had reached an extremely critical period, and he didn't want to waste a single moment.
However, since he had already spoken like this, there would definitely be people who would act for him. His rise to power was unstoppable, and there were a few great powers who were on good terms with him. He didn't even need to act to accomplish all of this.
Everyone knew that the young man in the painting was in danger. He would most likely be beheaded before Yin Tiande came out of seclusion.
"What a powerful aura. With a single word, the entire area trembled. Is it comparable to the power of a Saint?" Ye Fan sneered.
It had been a month since the battle between the Sages. The ancient ship had never returned, and only a piece of purple bronze stained with the blood of the Sages fell to the ground.
After that battle, the Human Race's Great Sage, Crazy 'ole, never appeared again. Ye Fan looked up at the sky and sighed. He knew that it was a bloody ending.
Crazy 'ole didn't let a Primordial Ancestor King return. He used his blood to spill across the sky in exchange for the Human Race's peace. However, it was difficult for people to see him again.
The death of the Sages was like a song of sorrow. However, time could erase everything. Only a month had passed, and the land had calmed down again.
During this month, Ye Fan walked the land to understand this world, and he also inquired about the Eight Visions Palace of the Xuandu Cave of the Taiqing Holy Land. He finally had a certain understanding.
During this period, he also did his best to refine a dried up Divine Source Shell. He didn't want a disaster to happen in the future.
A few years ago, after he entered the starry sky from the Primordial Altar of the Northern Dipper Ancient Region, he had brought out a dragon-headed corpse when he first encountered the purple bronze warship.
Now that he thought about it, the Primordial King was not dead at all. However, his life force was dried up beyond recognition, and he only had one last trace of life force left.
This was a great disaster. Once he was given a chance and replenished with essence qi, he would most likely recover in the future!
However, what made him feel slightly at ease was that the Primordial King couldn't actively absorb life essence qi. As long as he suppressed it well, he shouldn't be able to revive.
During this month, he cultivated while using the Battle Sacred Art to form a black hole. He swallowed the Divine Source Shell and seized the last trace of life force within it. He wanted to make it impossible for the Sage to revive.
"Ten years ago, Yin Tiande defeated all the Sect Masters and then obtained the inheritance of the Eight Visions Palace of the Taiqing Holy Land. I wonder how powerful he is now."
"That person killed his brother. Did he have a death wish? He even dared to provoke the master of the Xuandu Cave. I can't understand."
Many people were discussing this matter in the Luzhou of the Ziwei Ancient Star Region and expressed different opinions.
Ye Fan hadn't been in the Ziwei Ancient Star Region for long, but his appearance quickly spread throughout the continent. He didn't fight an illustrious battle, but he had become a famous figure.
Of course, it wasn't some radiance. Many people felt that he was a dead man. Offending the Luzhou's pride of a generation, Yin Tiande, was almost equivalent to dying.
"How majestic!" Ye Fan wasn't in a good mood. The old madman's blood dyed the sky. This was a predestined ending, and it was difficult for him to calm down.
He had paid such a price for this ancient star. He had also put in some effort, but he didn't expect to have enmity with a powerful figure. The others also wanted to kill him.
Of course, not many people had seen Ye Fan in that battle. Only some people from Tianyuan City had followed. They saw the might of the Sage and paid attention to Ye Fan.
"He looks familiar. When the Great Sage of the Human Race fought against the Primordial Ancestor King, this young man took action and gave him the black gourd!"
"It looks like him. He does look similar."
A few Sect Masters in Tianyuan City were astonished. The person Yin Tiande wanted to kill had been drawn into a picture scroll and was almost the same as the young man they had seen that day.
They had doubts, but they couldn't change anything. Most people in the other regions of Luzhou didn't know. They were all watching quietly.
"Yin Tiande has a few sworn brothers, and they're all extraordinary figures. One is the Divine Son of Taiyin Duanmu Ming, another is the Sixth Prince of the Golden Crow Race of the Fusang Divine Tree Country, Lu Ya, and another is Daoist Sanque from the Ancient Daoist Temple of the Underworld Ridge."
"These people are all extraordinary heroes. Since Yin Tiande is in seclusion and can't do anything, they'll most likely kill that young man on his behalf."
People discussed in awe.
The Divine Son of Taiyin Duanmu Ming, the Sixth Prince of the Golden Crow Race Lu Ya, and Daoist Sanque from the Ancient Daoist Temple of the Underworld Ridge were the elites of the Ziwei Ancient Star Region. They lived in different continents and were famous all over the world.
"It's said that the Sixth Prince of the Golden Crow Race Lu Ya will pass by Luzhou. Do you think he'll stop just to kill that young man?"
"Daoist Sanque from the Ancient Daoist Temple of the Underworld Ridge will also come. It's said that he'll be escorting half a page of the mysterious scripture to the Human King Hall to exchange for the other half page. Will he attack when he passes by Luzhou?"
Ye Fan couldn't help but frown when he heard all this. Just from the names of those people, he knew that they must have great backgrounds!
The Crown Prince of the Golden Crow Race lived on the Fusang Divine Tree. Could he be from the race in the ancient legends? He shook his head and felt that it was unlikely.
The Underworld Ridge was an ancient Daoist temple. How extraordinary could the half page of the scripture be to be protected like this? To exchange it with the Human King Hall, could it be an immortal scripture?
Although Ye Fan frowned, he didn't feel any fear. He was already a Divine Lord-level figure and cultivated the ancient scripture. His body was unparalleled. There was no need for him to live like this.
"Even if I'm stranded in the Ziwei Ancient Star Region of the legends, I won't let anyone bully me."
This ancient source of life didn't have an extreme emperor weapon, but it was extremely prosperous. There were ancient techniques from various sects that had been passed down for a long time. If one wanted to temper themselves, it was truly a divine place.
After becoming a Divine Lord-level figure, what they feared the most was the deterrence of emperor weapons. Now that there was no such supreme saint weapon hanging over their heads, he could go anywhere in the world with the Xing Word Formula.
The Ziwei Ancient Star Region had been passed down in the Middle Country for a long time. There were many legends about it. Ye Fan guessed that there must be an ancient path that connected the two places. He wanted to find it.
At the same time, he also had a guess. The Big Dipper Star Region didn't lack extreme emperor weapons. It was most likely related to the disappearance of emperor weapons in the Ziwei Ancient Star Region and even other ancient lands.
"The Big Dipper Star Region most likely has an unknown secret. Perhaps there is an ancient path that connects to that star region."
Whether it was to return to his hometown or cross the Big Dipper Star Region, he might be able to find an ancient path on this ancient star.
Celestial Wolf Mountain was an illustrious place. Since ancient times, seven generations of Celestial Wolves had been born here. It was a holy land of the demon race.
And now, the master of Celestial Wolf Mountain, the old Wolf Deity, was like the sun in the sky. He was unfathomable and had a great reputation in the Lu Continent. On this day, he welcomed his 2,800th birthday after taking human form.
In the Lu Continent, many great sects had come to offer their congratulations. There was no lack of sect masters among them. It was a rare occasion.
Ye Fan also came. He gazed at the majestic Celestial Wolf Mountain in the distance. Green energy surged, and at the same time, it was incomparably magnificent. Many thousand zhang tall waterfalls cascaded down, and ancient divine trees grew between the cliffs.
Upon closer inspection, this ancient mountain was like a divine wolf howling at the moon. It stretched across the front and possessed a strand of immortal divine power. The enormous cliffs and valleys were like the mouth of a wolf, swallowing and spitting out essence.
Today, there were many people coming in and out of the Ancient Celestial Wolf Mountain, and all of them came to offer their blessings to the old Wolf God. They were all famous experts or rising stars of various races.
Ye Fan ascended the Heavenly Stairway with the Travel Art. He ignored all kinds of ancient formations and passed through the danger zone step by step. He arrived in front of a grand villa.
Even though he didn't have an invitation, the disciples of Celestial Wolf Mountain didn't dare to be neglectful because of this extreme art. They respectfully welcomed him inside.
The old Wolf Deity who had taken human form for 2,800 years had already made it clear that as long as there was no invitation, cultivators with tyrannical strength who entered on their own must be treated as esteemed guests.
"There are people from the Human King Palace as well. The old Wolf Deity has quite the face. There are peak characters from the palace who have come to congratulate him."
"Wrong, this is just in passing. They came to welcome Daoist Sanque from the Underworld Ridge Ancient Daoist Temple in exchange for half a page of scripture."
"It's just an exchange of half a page of scripture, yet these two great divine lands mustered such great forces and treated it so seriously. Could it be half a page of immortal scripture?!"
Right at this time, several dazzling and resplendent streaks of true flames streaked across the sky. Several youngsters in golden feathered clothes descended. All of them had long golden hair as if they were cast from divine gold. Golden flames curled up around them, and even their pupils were golden in color.
At this time, many people arrived in the villa. It was extremely lively, and many of them were great characters who looked down on a region. There was no lack of top sect masters.
There was even less of a need to talk about the younger generation. They were all heroes from various clans, but at this time, their expressions all changed. Many people carefully dodged out of fear of colliding with these youngsters from the golden crow race.
"These are the golden crow race's sixth prince Lu Ya's people. He really came. Is he going to stop at Lu Zhou to help his sworn brother Yin Tiande take action?!"
Everyone felt a tense atmosphere. Everyone knew that Lu Zhou most likely wouldn't be peaceful.
Swoosh!
A golden crow race youngster opened a painting scroll and said, "Did this person come?" He asked the person beside him in a loud voice. It was precisely Ye Fan's painting scroll.
"I didn't see him!" Someone replied. They didn't want to meddle in this matter.
"I knew he wouldn't dare come. Wherever the sixth prince goes, he can only retreat. Who dares face him head-on?!" One of the golden crow race youngsters sneered arrogantly.
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