"Ta, ta …"
In the darkness, only the echoes of Ye Fan's footsteps could be heard. Stepping on the cold and hard ground, the sound of his footsteps traveling far and wide.
There was nothing else. There was no life, no light. This was a spacious land of death. Not even a blade of grass grew, and all life was extinguished. There was only darkness and coldness.
The forbidden land where the great ancient emperors banished the great evils was filled with the unknown and strange. This was the eye of the sea, as deep as a great abyss.
There was no water, nor was there a black ocean flowing backwards. There was only a deathly silence. This place was very cold and dry.
Ye Fan walked for dozens of miles, but he still couldn't reach the end. Along the way, he finally saw something special — a few pieces of bones!
"The bones of saints!"
The world had changed a long time ago. In the present age, it was almost impossible for ancient saints to appear. Even if there were, there would only be one or two. Their bones, blood, skin, and flesh were all immortal divine objects that could be refined into holy weapons.
However, although the bones on the ground were incomparably hard and indestructible, there was no fluctuation of holy power. They had long since lost the divine nature they should have.
"Has it been too long?"
Before long, he saw a piece of human skin. It was wrinkled and had no luster. The few drops of blood on it were no different from ordinary blood.
"Yes, legend has it that this place can devour the heaven and earth and refine gods. That is why the great ancient emperors chose to use it to banish criminals. Even the blood essence of saints can be exhausted!"
Ye Fan walked for more than a hundred miles and discovered a terrifying fact. After being locked in, it seemed that it would be very difficult to get out. More than ten saints seemed to have self-detonated in an attempt to open a path, but none of them succeeded.
"The will of the human race's Saint Emperor gave me a fortune, but in the end, he locked me in the land of exile …" He was uncertain. Could he still get out?
This place had a circumference of less than two hundred miles. Ye Fan had already walked to the end. There was only primal chaos lingering all around, and he couldn't get any closer.
Ye Fan finally found a few undamaged bones. Two belonged to the human race, and the other five belonged to the alien race. He had never seen or heard of them before.
"Great Sage, it's actually seven Great Sage Fellows! Those are matchless figures at the peak of endless time, yet they were actually exiled here!"
If the shattered bones he saw earlier were added, there were at least thirty saints that had been exiled in this place. It was indeed astonishing. If news of this got out, it would be enough to shake this ancient star domain.
This was a cage that could suppress a Saint and could not be broken through the ages!
Ye Fan searched for a long time but still couldn't find a way out. Instead, he felt as if all the Essence Qi in his body was about to evaporate and leak out rapidly.
"As expected, the Eye of the North Sea can refine gods and devils and devour heaven and earth. These saints have all been exhausted to death here." He thought of his own fate. If this continued, it would be difficult for him to escape.
There were wisps of mist everywhere. It was an expanse of primal chaos with no way out. This spacious land of darkness was like the inside of a pot, and its shape was more or less the same.
Ye Fan retraced his steps. The Fusang Divine Tree was like a bright lamp in the center. The golden light from the tree was like a sun.
Only by returning to this place could his Essence Qi stop flowing away. Everything was because the immortal divine tree had taken root here.
However, Ye Fan couldn't approach because the stone coffins were lying in disarray and the aura was terrifying. At this time, the two pieces of old bronze had returned to his Sea of Reincarnation.
There was no other way but to continue cultivating. Ye Fan held the three-meter-long divine tree branch in his hand and sat cross-legged on the ground, cultivating in silence.
In the center of his brows, nine ancient characters appeared one by one and each blossomed with a divine halo. The nine halos revolved around him like the god of the Central Everlasting Land.
Ye Fan believed that the divine will of the human Saint Emperor wouldn't really want to exile him here. He should be able to find some clues by studying the nine ancient characters left behind.
Time passed very quickly. Ye Fan cultivated in silence. His entire body was submerged in golden light and the branch in his hand had become somewhat shorter. Some of the leaves had disappeared.
Seven months later, he welcomed his first heavenly tribulation. The scene was extremely shocking. He didn't avoid it because he fell into the Eye of the Northern Sea. The human-shaped lightning, heavenly palace lightning, and ancient watchtower all descended at the same time.
The heavenly punishment vanished and everything became silent. Only Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the divine halo and shone with the Fusang Divine Tree not far away. His entire body seemed to be carved out of jade.
Comprehending the Dao!
Cultivating!
His heart was free of distracting thoughts and he forgot about everything else. Only by wandering and advancing in the Dao realm could he understand his own existence and silently comprehend it. This was the only thing he could do at the moment.
Just like that, time flowed slowly like water. Ye Fan was like a boulder that didn't move at all. The divine tree branch in his hand grew dimmer and dimmer. All the golden leaves on the tree were about to fall off.
Strand after strand of the origin saint energy of the sun was absorbed into his body. This divine tree branch was almost completely absorbed by him.
During these four years, the golden divine tree branch shrunk in size and finally vanished from his hand. His body was like divine gold, shining resplendently.
And during this process, Ye Fan experienced many heavenly tribulations. He climbed the nine minor steps of the second-level immortal-foundation step by step. One couldn't help but say that he was extremely talented in the path of cultivation. It was hard for him to break through bottlenecks!
During these two years, he cultivated the saint energy of the sun and also the essence of extreme yin, harmonizing them with the Great Dao of Taiji. Although he encountered many calamities, he passed through them safely.
Great Yin and Great Yang, whichever was stronger, Yin and Yang were the same.
From ancient times until now, there were some Great Sage who cultivated like this. But eventually, they all walked on the path of no return, dying, leaving behind only hatred.
Ye Fan was at the second-level of immortal-foundation and naturally couldn't be compared to those Great Sage. Right now, he could cultivate both but it didn't mean that he could continue on his path of cultivation. Right now, he was using the Great Dao of Taiji to merge with the Great Dao.
During these four years, Ye Fan had been researching the eight forbidden domains, comprehending the dao with great difficulty. Occasionally, he would have a novel experience, breaking through to the eighth boundary!
However, during these four years, he only experienced it eight times. That feeling was too marvelous, he could use the secret word 'All' to increase his combat prowess by ten times, surpassing the eighth boundary!
In an instant, he felt as though he was ascending. All the pores on his body opened up as though he was receiving a baptism from a divinity. But every time, he would return to the mortal realm, unable to maintain this state for long.
"It's said that only by entering the eight forbidden domains would one have a chance to experience the boundless mysteries of the Forbidden Domain of Myriad Ancient Gods. However, one would never be able to step into it …" He recalled the words of Yi Qingwu.
That was a divine forbidden domain!
As long as one was human, they would never be able to come into contact with it. Only those who entered the eight forbidden domains would have a chance to experience it. Yin Tiande once had a similar feeling.
When he was lonely, he would cultivate. When he was free, he would recite dao scriptures. This was the life of Ye Fan. He was trapped alone in the land where the sages exiled him. Loneliness was his companion, darkness was his friend.
There was no joy, anger, sorrow, or joy, there was no love or death. He could only cultivate alone, forgetting everything in the world. There was nothing else he could do.
"Heavenly talent, are you referring to me?"
Ye Fan once again awoke from his state of dao comprehension. He spoke to himself like this, it wasn't because he was narcissistic or arrogant. Rather, he was calmly stating the truth.
During these four years, he climbed up step by step from the first minor step of the second-level heavenly foundation all the way to the eighth minor step.
Everything was so natural. Every time a shackle appeared, his will would be like his Six Paths Reincarnation Fist Intent, pressing forward with an indomitable will, shattering it with a single strike!
"Immortals slay the dao three times. Is this saying true?"
Ye Fan asked himself. He thought back to the laments of some saint lords, as well as the bitter experiences of many living fossils.
Some outstanding geniuses from the second-level heavenly foundation were stuck at the eighth minor step. A small portion of them were stuck at the ninth minor step.
And just like that, they were trapped for two thousand years!
In the current era, regardless of the Northern Dipper Star Region or the Ziwei Ancient Starfield, there was no lack of second-level immortal-foundation sect leaders. However, third-level immortal-foundation characters were rarely seen.
This was the Immortals Slaying the Dao three times!
If not, why would there be old saint lords who entered the seven forbidden grounds to search for undying divine medicines to prolong their lives?
This was because they were too unwilling to accept this. They had cultivated for their entire lives and had reached the peak of the second-level immortal-foundation when they were young. Yet, they were trapped here for three thousand years.
Clearly, they had already taken a step forward, yet they had no way to reach the ground. Not being able to enter the third-level was the greatest regret of their lives!
When one was lonely, they would read the Southern Splendor. When they were free, they would recite the Yellow Court. After cultivating for four years, Ye Fan started to change. He tried his best to recall the ancient records on the other side of the starry space, using them to pass the time.
"I climbed step by step and finally reached the eighth minor step of the second-level immortal-foundation. Sadly, I can't extricate myself from this."
Ye Fan didn't give up. He believed that the will of the Sacred Emperor wouldn't allow him to die here. Hence, he spent his days studying the nine ancient characters.
"Bzz!"
And today, Ye Fan imprinted the nine ancient characters on his body. After that, he inscribed them in the air, and as he did so, a crack actually appeared in the void.
Ye Fan's heart stirred. He inscribed the nine ancient characters again and again, splitting them into different combinations.
From afar, the Undying Tree seemed to have sensed something. It shone with a golden divine light as the golden leaves on the tree rustled.
At the same time, the stone coffin also emanated an indescribable aura. The Eye of the North Sea was no longer stable and started to tremble violently. Huge waves rose up into the sky, and some of the patrolling greater demons were instantly knocked over.
"As expected, the nine ancient characters left behind by the Sacred Sun Emperor can break the restriction!"
Ye Fan guarded his dao heart, concentrating his energy and spirit. He was incomparably focused, using his heart to inscribe the nine ancient characters, forming a mysterious dao mark.
"BOOM!"
The Eye of the North Sea opened wide, and at this moment, Ye Fan moved. With no hesitation, he soared up into the sky.
The bottomless abyss below was getting further and further away. He instantly dove into the black sea, using the Row Incantation to break through the waves and escape.
Ye Fan was like a golden bolt of lightning, soaring up into the sky. He stood between the clouds with extreme speed.
Some of the greater demons below were bewildered. The black waves of the North Sea towered up into the sky, as though a world-shocking primordial beast had awakened, churning and churning.
However, it soon calmed down and the sea returned to normal.
"Did you guys see it? I think I just saw the Eye of the North Sea appear?"
"Impossible, the Eye of the North Sea is a place where the ancient emperors banish criminals. How can someone open it? I must have seen wrongly."
"There's no mistake. I just saw a golden bolt of lightning rushing out. Do you guys think it's that person who disappeared with the Valley of Tang four years ago?"
This was a group of demons with very powerful cultivation. There were great demons of the sea, and there were also those on land. The Valley of Tang's appearance and disappearance had shaken this star field, and all the major powers had left people here to guard it.
"If it's really that person who rushed out, there will most likely be great waves. That's a ruthless fellow."
"That's not necessarily true. The master of the Eight Visions Temple is unparalleled in the world. Now, who can rival him?"
"Goddess Yi Qingwu is peerless in her generation. She has improved by leaps and bounds in these four years, and even broke through to the Eight Restrictions. Who can rival her?!"
"The nine princes of the Golden Crow Race are all extremely valiant. Now, not many can rival Lu Ya."
"Daoist Sanque and the Taiyin Godchild are both geniuses. It's said that the Longevity Temple and the Human King Hall are exchanging immortal scriptures..."
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