Previously, the situation had been tense. The ancient imperial family had wanted to massacre the Southern Mountains Barbarian Race. But now, such a reversal had occurred. Zhang Lin had succeeded in suppressing the northern region, and the convention of the Myriad Races was about to follow. This was beyond everyone's expectations.
Half a month later, there was definite news that the convention wasn't empty talk. It was really going to be held, and it had already been confirmed.
The world was in an uproar!
The ancient races were too mysterious to the human race. They were all incomparably powerful. Now, they were actually going to sit face to face and discuss the future. This was truly a huge matter.
"That damned Duan De, let's see where you can run this time." Ye Fan believed that such a convention would definitely involve the unscrupulous Daoist.
However, he wasn't worried that Fatty Duan wouldn't return the body because the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar was still in his hands. The damn fatty probably did this because he was afraid that he wouldn't return it.
The convention of the Myriad Races was definitely incomparably grand. Where and when it was held would definitely be very particular.
This was because this was a matter of great importance. The ancient races were extremely powerful. If they really wiped out the human race experts, they wouldn't even have a place to cry.
In the end, after discussions between the races and the request of the human race, the venue of the convention was chosen to be the Jade Pool. This was a safe arrangement.
The Jade Pool had the Green Gold Pagoda of Immortal Tears, which was also the West Emperor Pagoda. There was no need to fear any unforeseen events, and it could make the races behave themselves.
To show their sincerity, the ancient race agreed to this request. Because they hadn't left the northern region, they had nothing to fear if there was a war.
The humans were somewhat surprised to see them agree so readily. They couldn't help but think of Blood Phoenix Mountain, Divine Silkworm Ridge, Fire Qilin Cave, and other places that had produced emperors. Could they all have ancient emperor weapons?
These days, Ye Fan had been nourishing this Saint Body with spirit medicines. He consumed a lot every day, and what he needed was bought from the auction house of the northern region Divine City.
Now, he didn't lack source power. At this level, he could turn stone into gold. Moreover, he had flattened the Wang family of the northern plains and bathed the Divine Valley in blood. He had obtained a lot of Divine Source.
This old body, after being nourished for half a month, was sparkling and translucent. Then, he used the Heaven and Earth Transformation Art to transform it into his own appearance and reconstruct it.
During these past few days, he had been cultivating his flesh shell while comprehending the dao. The ancient scripture he obtained from the Valley of Gods was indeed extraordinary. It had its own unique aspects, explaining how to strengthen the primordial spirit.
The fist-sized golden figure sat cross-legged on the immortal-foundation of a sage. His entire body radiated resplendent golden light as he cultivated the divine spirit condensation technique of the ancient races. His body grew increasingly sturdier and more imperishable.
Beams of divine light shot out one after another, converging together to form nine divine halos. They appeared on the immortal platform and revolved around Ye Fan.
After being enlightened by this ancient scripture and being remodeled, he firmly stood on the ninth minor step of the second level of the Immortal Foundation Realm, moving towards the Perfection Boundary!
Ye Fan's "spirit" resided within the sacred shell. He borrowed the exuberant golden blood energy to refine his spirit and possessed an extremely powerful effect.
"Buzz!"
The void trembled. Ye Fan's spirit stepped out from the space between his brows. It was only the size of a fist, but it became more and more solid. Nine divine rings appeared behind his head, turning into undying dao light. There was a vague sound of the great dao resonating, rumbling about.
"Whoosh!"
Finally, with a flash of light, the golden figure once again sat cross-legged on the immortal-foundation. At the same time, the sacred shell opened its eyes.
"There's still some time before the convention of the Myriad Races. Let's go see some old friends first."
During these days, Ye Fan felt vaguely uneasy. After such a long time, he still hadn't heard any news from Pang Bo. He didn't know where he was or if he was still alive.
Two days later, he crossed into the Southern Region and entered the Supreme Mystery Sect. Step by step, he came to the humble peak.
This peak was still the same as before. There was no magnificent waterfall, no picturesque scenery, and there was no fragrance of flowers and birds. There were only a few stone halls that were about to collapse and large patches of weeds.
The others didn't notice, but on the lonely peak overgrown with weeds, an old man opened his eyes and looked down.
Ye Fan was shocked. Old Man Li Ruoyu's strength was unfathomable. He came here on the body of a sage and stepped on the Row Incantation, but he was still discovered.
"Why did you change your physical body?" Li Ruoyu asked. His eyes were like torches as he stared straight at the source.
Ye Fan was surprised. Every time he saw this old man, his cultivation level would increase greatly. His speed was frightening.
Back then, Li Ruoyu sat on the humble peak for hundreds of years and didn't make any progress until he finally soared into the sky. It could be said that a great talent matured slowly.
"Greetings, Senior." Ye Fan bowed. Back then, the old man had done him a great favor and allowed him to obtain the Bu Incantation. When he was chased by all the holy lands and no one dared to interact with him, the old man recognized him as his disciple.
Li Ruoyu nodded in satisfaction. Seeing Ye Fan's primordial spirit sitting on the ninth small step of the second layer of the immortal-foundation, he was very satisfied.
"Ye Fan!" Within a ruined palace hall, a man walked out. He was extremely moved, grabbing his hand with a single motion.
Although he had entered the sacred shell, before coming here, Ye Fan had molded it into his own appearance. Zhang Wenchang recognized him at a glance.
"It's me."
"I heard that you entered the starry space ancient pathway and left together with the nine dragons pulling the coffin. Twelve years later, you returned. What happened exactly? Did you really return to the other side of the starry space?" Zhang Wenchang asked in agitation. He missed his wife and son, he couldn't forget the past.
"No." Ye Fan shook his head. He sat down and told Li Ruoyu and Zhang Wenchang about his experiences in the past ten years.
After that, he asked about the mysterious man attacking the Humble Peak. If he wanted to understand clearly what kind of enemy he was, he had to have an idea.
"The invaders are extraordinary." Old man Li Ruoyu spoke.
Ye Fan started. He could sense that this old man had already severed his dao and was definitely a king. Yet, he still had such an evaluation. This was no small matter.
"A badly damaged nine-orifice stone golem was the main attacker. The others didn't act and were merely spectating from afar."
"What? How is this possible?!" Ye Fan was dumbfounded. When had he provoked such a creature? How could it be like this?
Zhang Wenchang's cultivation was only at the Four Extremes Secret Realm, but Old man Li Ruoyu was very satisfied. He said that there would be a day when a dragon would soar.
Ye Fan sighed. In this world, perhaps only this old man was willing to teach this disciple. If it was anyone else, they would have long since abandoned him.
He had a vague feeling that this old man would definitely have great accomplishments in the future. Every time they met, he would experience a qualitative leap. His cultivation speed was terrifying.
"Senior, this is an ancient scripture I obtained. I can't understand it, so I want to give it to you."
Ye Fan took out a scroll of scripture. It was given to him by the third beauty of the Central Plains, Princess Yu Die. She said it was written by an ancient emperor in his later years.
It was different from other methods. It talked about flowers, birds, fishes, and bugs, standing aloof from worldly affairs. That kind of mentality was almost impossible for humans. Moreover, there were no secret techniques or dao methods. Ye Fan studied it for a long time but couldn't find a way.
He believed that this ancient scripture wasn't suitable for him. He had always wanted to find an opportunity to give it to Li Ruoyu because he felt it was too similar to the great dao of nature.
As expected, when the old man received the scroll and carefully studied it, he revealed a serious expression for the first time. He sighed and said, "As expected, it was written by an ancient emperor."
"I hope it can help senior comprehend the dao." Ye Fan believed that this scripture was given to the right person.
"Rather than calling it an ancient scripture, it's better to call it a handwritten letter. I believe this was either left behind by the Grand Emperor or written by Emperor Heng Yu in his later years." Li Ruoyu said.
Ye Fan was astonished. The old man was unfathomable as expected. He could even deduce this.
"When the day comes when you are about to become a saint, come back here and retrieve this ancient scripture. Although there is no specific method, carefully studying it will be greatly beneficial. It can help you pass the test," the old man said solemnly.
"Wenchang, I'll wait for the day you soar into the heavens." Ye Fan stood up and bid farewell to Li Ruoyu.
Not long after, he went to the Ji family. Of course, he was secretly led in. He came to the ancient cave where Ji Haoyue was cultivating in seclusion. It was very lively here.
Yan Yixi, Li Tian, Li Heishui and the others were all here. They were all very excited.
"Little Ye, you succeeded. The Wu Shi Bell rang for three months in a row. That's too abnormal." Li Heishui said.
"How did you destroy the Divine Spirit Valley? Tell us quickly," Li Tian said.
"Big Brother Ye, was it really you who cursed the Heavenly Prince and Yuan Gu?" Dongfang Man asked.
Their hearts were filled with questions. They were shocked by everything that had happened recently and couldn't understand it.
Ye Fan told them everything in detail. They couldn't help but sigh when he mentioned Zhang Lin's death.
"Zhang Lin's heroic spirit is unparalleled and he died. However, I feel that Yang Yi might be in pain. Why is reality always so helpless?" Ji Ziyue murmured.
In the end, they all went north because the Convention of the Myriad Races was about to begin. Rumor had it that Huang Xudao, Fire Qilin, the Divine Silkworm Daoist, the Heavenly Prince, Yuan Gu and the others would all appear.
Not to mention the true giants of the ancient races. Some of them would definitely appear. At that time, it would really be a gathering of the wind and clouds.
However, they separated and didn't travel together. This was due to Ye Fan's strong request. The main reason was that the bastard Duan De had caused a lot of trouble for him. He didn't know when someone would jump out to settle the score.
The Human Race's Sacred Physique was too popular recently!
There was still half a month before the Convention of the Myriad Races would begin, but countless cultivators had already arrived in advance and entered this area.
In the Northern Region, there were patches of scarlet land that easily spanned tens of thousands of miles. Not even a blade of grass grew, and most of them were barren lands.
Although the Jade Lake was in the Northern Region, it wasn't one of them. It was located in an area with fragrant flowers and pleasant scenery. There was the tranquility of a bamboo forest, the natural nature of a stone arch bridge, and the spectacular sight of a three-thousand-foot waterfall.
Ye Fan had already been here during the Feast of Peaches, so he wasn't unfamiliar with this place. He didn't expect that the Convention of the Myriad Races would be held here again.
He didn't go in but stayed outside the Jade Lake, quietly waiting for Fatty Duan to appear. After waiting for seven or eight days, his target really showed up.
Ye Fan was so angry that the roots of his teeth were itching. He saw another him, dressed in purple and had a heroic appearance. However, upon closer inspection, his gaze was too crafty and he didn't seem like a good person.
"This bastard!"
His other self swaggered over without the slightest bit of concealment. Moreover, he had his hands behind his back and looked down on the world.
"Damn fatty!"
Ye Fan rushed over immediately and shouted, scaring Duan De. He then said with a smile, "Why are you so fierce? If you want to vent your anger, I'll go all out and let you beat me to your heart's content. "
"Damn you, that's my body. Throw your skin out and let me kick you to my heart's content!"
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