In the starry sky, there was no sense of the passing of time. There was only conquest along the way. The situation in each ancient land was different. A gust of wind blew past, causing withered leaves to fall. This made people feel the bleakness of autumn. It was a desolate scene.
Stepping on the ancient road of the starry sky and fighting along the way, many heroes withered like withered leaves, falling into pools of blood and buried in foreign lands.
In this ancient city that was filled with the scent of autumn, the trial takers were all silently recuperating in order to prepare for the upcoming battle and to survive.
Ye Fan's steps were firm. He cultivated the "Swordsman" Formula. Golden blood energy curled around his body, and he quickly recovered to his peak state. The restrained light in his eyes turned into an abyss, deep and resplendent. This was a contradictory scene.
In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, outlining the horizon with thousands of corpses, giving people an indescribable sense of desolation.
Some cultivators walked in the slightly cold autumn wind. The trees on both sides of the street had long since withered yellow. Leaves danced chaotically in the air, creating an atmosphere of lethargy and desolation.
Ye Fan went out. His eyes were bright and his will was like iron. Each step was firm and powerful. His confidence did not waver as he walked on the mottled ancient road.
He knew that after the baptism of the bloody battlefield, many cultivators were very tired. Although they had rushed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, they had lost the will to win.
Sure enough, when he entered the most magnificent wine house in the city, he heard a few lonely words as soon as he went upstairs.
"I've decided to withdraw from here and return to my hometown without looking back. I'll never have the delusion of becoming a cultivator again."
The one who said this was an ascetic cultivator. In just a few short months, his heroic appearance had become incomparably vicissitudes. His eyes were no longer sharp and somewhat dim. His temples were dyed with a few strands of white.
"Are you really … withdrawing of your own accord?" Someone beside him asked with the same bitterness. It was clear that he was also distressed.
"Yes, there's no point in staying. Those who came from the same place as me are all dead. I'm the only one left. I can't see any hope. Even my younger brother is dead … "
Many people were silent. A sour feeling welled up in their hearts. This was the unwillingness and sadness in their hearts. They were once heroes of a region, but after stepping on this path, they no longer had the glory of the past.
Once upon a time, they each stood at the peak of their respective regions, achieving success at a young age. However, those conceited people had tasted defeat here. They had become stepping stones in the eyes of another group of experts.
A dispirited young man suddenly burst into tears when he was completely drunk. He lost control of his emotions and found it hard to control himself. Tears of unwillingness flowed down his face as he said, "My former pride, my unrivaled glory of a region, it doesn't count for much here. They're being trampled mercilessly by others. The struggle for supremacy in the Emperor's Road is a battlefield for only a few people. To us, it is too cruel. We are just pitiful passers-by and dead people. "
When this person's words sounded, many people became silent. They thought back to the past, when they were extraordinary and arrogant, roaring through heaven and earth, their auras devouring ten thousand li. However, when they walked this path, many people tasted bitterness.
"The person I love died in front of me. She was so sad, but I was powerless to save her. I could only pick her up from the pool of blood while trembling. I could only watch as her eyes dimmed and her body turned cold. She lost the last bit of her luster." Another person spoke in a low voice, filled with pain. "There is only pain and injury here. I don't want to remember it anymore. I will leave tonight."
More than ten people suddenly stood up in the wine house and staggered down the stairs to find the city's commander. They wanted to set off on their return journey and never look back.
On this night, many figures carried unwillingness, pain, and a kind of desolation. They chose different starry sky coordinates and set off on their own. Their backs were very miserable.
When the autumn wind blew, there was a woman singing in a low voice.
"We are the deaths in other people's stories, like the withered leaves, drifting with the wind, unable to find our direction. There are our footprints on the Emperor's Road, but we are not in heaven. There is only a smear of dismal red, narrating the desolation of blood. Horses galloping through the starry sky, majestic bodies, stunning battles, shooting down the divine moon, breaking the eternal legend, building a song of glory on the Emperor's Road, becoming a masterpiece. That is the glory of others. Hesitation, perplexity, where are we? Struggling, searching. A pile of bones on the Emperor's Road marks our desolation. "
The song was like a sob, faintly whimpering. It was accompanied by the autumn wind and fallen leaves, scattering over the ancient city.
On this night, as the mournful figures left one after another, there were less than a hundred people left in this batch of trial takers.
A pile of bones on the Emperor's Road was the final destination for most people. This was a cruel reality. Being perplexed and unwilling was of no use.
They had just reached the second stage, but there was already no hope. That was because some cultivators clearly realized that there were already dozens of people in this batch who surpassed them. There was no need to talk about fighting for supremacy on the Emperor's Road in the future.
Of the remaining ninety people, some believed in their potential and believed that it was just that their cultivation level was not high enough. They could slowly grow and eventually become legends.
There were also some who only wanted to hone themselves and not to achieve the Dao. They wanted to become saints and kings in the future and return to their hometowns.
Everyone's ambitions and aspirations were different.
Some were disappointed, some revealed their sharpness. Their personalities were different, and their fates were different. On this night, some of the remaining cultivators played their swords and sang loudly. The clanging of the swords shook the heaven and earth, and their hot-blooded fighting spirit spread for thousands of miles.
Ye Fan was very calm. He was used to seeing life and death. Ever since he stepped onto the path of a cultivator and fought bloody battles until now, what confusion was there for him? There was only a heart that was as firm as iron.
As for Longma, even though it was injured, its mood was not bad. That was because it had almost bitten a few holy beasts to death in the battle not long ago when it was still in the non-saint realm.
After Ye Fan returned, this fellow was in the midst of self-hypnotizing smugness, saying that he was the strongest in the world and that he would fight until he went crazy in the future.
"Why did you also use the dao origin to wash your feet?" Ye Fan was astonished. He was a bit stunned when he saw this scene.
Longma said carelessly, "Nonsense, you've already done this. Even if you haven't used this dao origin before, if I were to merge with it, wouldn't I still be inferior to you? How am I going to achieve the Dao in the future? How am I going to ride you back?"
Ye Fan wanted to beat it up on the spot. He also didn't know why this fellow's attitude was always so good.
Early in the morning, strands of sunlight scattered down. It was golden and dazzling, and it was full of moisture. It illuminated the horizon, and it was full of exuberant vitality.
In this brilliant morning, everyone felt a type of great power, and they all became incomparably confident.
After the haze passed, the remaining experts became even more powerful. Meanwhile, Ye Fan received news that he was going to march into an Archaic Dao Rite soon. There was endless power there.
Natural great dao, dao origin, endless power dao … now, everyone couldn't help but think to themselves. This was a path that had to be paid attention to after all.
"Just by being in this city, when the sunlight scattered down, I can already feel the exuberant power. Just what kind of place is that Archaic Dao Rite?"
The sun rose from the east. Many people were puzzled. They sensed a commotion on the main street, and then a commotion broke out.
"What happened?"
Everyone was shocked. They arrived on the street and asked the passersby. In the end, they discovered that most of them were youngsters, and all of them were hurrying in a certain direction.
"What is going on? Why is there such a commotion?"
"Don't you know? Someone activated a divine light ancient platform and returned from the frontline ancient path. They might be able to hear some secrets from the battlefield."
"Those who set foot on the star path, aren't they not allowed to return to the holy city behind them? Unless they give up on the trial path and directly return to their homeland."
"Didn't I say that she used the divine light ancient platform and isn't included in this list? She doesn't violate the city's rules."
Many people were discussing this as they headed towards the city's plaza.
Ye Fan was moved. He wanted to ask the natives for guidance. What exactly was going on? What was the divine light ancient platform?
"This is a type of divine object comparable to the five-colored altar. It can be carried on one's body, and it can be used to travel between certain star domains without any restrictions."
"How can one obtain it?" Ye Fan was moved. He felt that the practical value of this type of object was too great.
"Naturally, it requires one to have an outstanding performance on the ancient path and establish exceptional contributions. For example, discovering the tomb of an ancient great emperor and accomplishing something beneficial for the human race."
Ye Fan stared blankly. He knew that the origin of the person who set foot on the return journey was definitely great. It was definitely a terrifying expert that transcended this world.
Soon after, his suspicions were confirmed. A woman named Qingshi returned. She was known as the exiled fairy, extremely powerful and terrifying. In the past, she was the indisputable number one in her batch of trial takers. After catching up to the experts in front of her, she didn't lose out to anyone.
Several years ago, she fought in the sky dome and actually broke through a trial ground. She slaughtered her way into a mysterious primal chaos immortal earth and established exceptional contributions. As a result, she was given an ancient platform of divine light.
Any piece of primal chaos immortal earth possessed a fantastical value. There were too many heaven and earth treasures inside, and it was rumored that she obtained the most valuable supreme treasure within.
No one would have thought that she would set foot on the return journey today and return to the human race's initial stage of the holy city. This was definitely a woman that could suffocate countless heroes.
"It really is fairy Qingshi. She came to our city and passed by this place more than twenty years ago."
"Correct, back then, I had the fortune of seeing the exiled fairy. It really is her! She has become even more indistinct and immeasurable!"
Many natives were discussing this. In particular, a few young cultivators were especially excited. They had a deep impression of this woman. Even after so many years had passed, they still couldn't forget her.
Quite a few people were moving in that direction. They all wanted to see the legendary exiled fairy.
"Who would have thought that after more than twenty years, even Miss Ling 'er at the exiled fairy's side became a saint. It truly is unattainable."
"When we think about it carefully, it should be like this. Back then, Miss Ling 'er was only a hair away from becoming a saint. After more than twenty years of accumulation, she naturally passed that trial."
Many people believed that the exiled fairy's return would bring unimaginable pressure to this group of trial takers. Back then, that group of people was extremely special, an extremely terrifying and powerful group. Meanwhile, Qingshi was revered as number one, so she naturally had the divine might to seize the natural luck of heaven and earth.
Even the envoy of the second holy city was startled. He personally went to welcome the exiled fairy and brought her into the secret land where he was cultivating in isolation. It was clear that he attached great importance to her.
Everyone was shocked and felt even more reverence towards the exiled fairy. It was rumored that this woman's appearance was exceptional and that she was a peerless beauty. Moreover, she had such a cultivation that could shake the starry sky ancient path. It was impossible for others not to pay attention to her even if they didn't want to.
"Her return is too great of a threat to the later group of trial takers. I reckon that some of their dao hearts will become unstable. When faced with the splendor of the bright moon, how many of them would be able to calmly face it?"
"There are rules on the ancient path. Even if she returns, she still cannot take action, and even more so, cannot enter the training grounds."
"Even so, merely sensing her godly might and her supreme Immortal Bones is enough to cause many people to lose their confidence."
A few elders in the city spoke softly and discussed in a low voice. They felt that the exiled fairy's return was a bit inappropriate and would affect the dao hearts of the later group of trial takers.
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