Had the human race's sacred physique gone mad? Everyone was in a daze. To curse the ancient imperial race and call the Valley of Gods trash — just how much courage did one have to have to say such things?
To challenge the ancient imperial race without the slightest scruple, many human sect masters were alarmed. They were afraid that the Valley of Gods would vent its anger on everyone.
When Wang Teng found out about all of this, he was a bit stunned. No matter how arrogant he was in the past, he wouldn't have dared to do this. Ye Fan's actions made him speechless.
On the cliff, Hua Yunfei stood silently for a long time without saying anything. He knew that he could look down on the world, but he didn't have the courage to go berserk against the ancient kings.
A divine waterfall descended from the sky like a heavenly river, creating a vast expanse of whiteness. Mist curled up and multicolored mist rose. Sacred Child Yao Guang thought for a long time as he gazed into the horizon.
Within the divine city of the north, a sloppy daoist with disheveled hair and an ancient daoist robe held a jar of wine in his hand. The smell of alcohol filled the air as he said, "Well scolded. The Valley of Gods is trash!"
The surrounding people were terrified. Since Daoist Divine Silkworm dared to say such things, they didn't dare to listen. They all scattered in an uproar.
In the northern region, the Blood Phoenix Mountain was invincible and towered into the clouds.
Its entire body was scarlet as if it had been dyed in phoenix blood. Since ancient times, it had always been a secret land that no one could set foot in. Even the ancient creatures revered it.
At this moment, there were two people sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak. One of them was like a boulder that had existed since ancient times and hadn't moved a single step. Only after a long time did he open his eyes and say, "I only exist for the dao and don't care about anything else."
On the other side was a young man shrouded in five-colored divine light. He was so handsome that all the women in the world would be jealous of him. After hearing this, he didn't say anything and just stood up to leave.
Only when he was about to leave the mountain peak did he speak. "Huang Xudao, continue your seclusion. It won't be too long. After I slay the dao three times, I'll go kill the sacred prince myself. "
In the distance, an old servant was waiting with a hunched back. He heard this and said, "In a battle of the same level, if the Heavenly Prince isn't number one, who would dare to call themselves number one?"
An old servant from the Blood Phoenix Mountain said, "Proving the dao doesn't rely on bloodline power."
"Go kill the human race's sacred physique. He talks too much." The Heavenly Prince, who was shrouded in five-colored divine light, said.
Outside Origin Ancient Mine, the Fire Qilin came again. He merged with heaven and earth, his magical body crushing the void. His body couldn't be seen clearly, only feeling like an undying monument.
"If I want to prove my Dao, should I start by killing the Sacred Physique of the Human Clan, or should I start by purging other people with the bloodline of the Ancient Emperor …"
Even the ancient race was incomparably complicated. What Ye Fan had to face was much more difficult than he had imagined.
Ever since Ye Fan cursed Divine Spirit Valley and spread news of the crazy old man killing the ancestral king's imprints in outer space, all clans were shaken. They all wanted to find him and understand what was going on.
. The. people of the world. The God of the world. He...., but......... Tian.
If others were to find out, they would definitely curse him as a madman who didn't know the difference between life and death. That was the residence of the Archaic King Clans, so he was simply walking right into a trap.
If others knew, they would definitely call him a madman. He didn't know the difference between life and death. That was the residence of the Archaic King Race. He was simply walking right into a trap.
Ye Fan was going to do something dangerous. He didn't want others to know, and he couldn't let them take the risk. He alone was enough.
His first stop was the sacred cliff. He stood outside the pitch-black mountain for a long time. He wanted to go in, but he couldn't take a single step in.
The black mountain was majestic and oppressive. They were all the kings of the mountain, the emperors of the mountain. There was an oppressive aura about them.
In the depths of the mountain, there was a blood-soaked cliff. The corpse of a great completion sacred physique rested here. There were too many sinister and strange things.
"What a pity. Even if I make it out alive, I will most likely be killed by this corpse if I go there again." Ye Fan thought of the green hair on the great completion sacred physique. That type of terrifying scene was unforgettable. He felt that it was too strange.
In the end, he left.
The northern region was vast and boundless. Every piece of scarlet land spanned hundreds of thousands of li, and only a few oases dotted the area.
After more than ten years of separation, Ye Fan once again stepped foot on this land that lacked vitality. All sorts of feelings welled up in his heart. The reason he was able to break the curse and have today's accomplishments were all because of this place.
He didn't waste any time and directly rushed towards an oasis with lakes and rivers everywhere. He arrived at the Green Flood Dragon King's place of seclusion.
This was a small world with a circumference of over a hundred li. It wasn't that vast, and it was left behind by an ancient saint. It was separated from the world.
In the past, Ye Fan had barged into the Immortal Palace to save Pang Bo.
Now, he came here in secret, disguised as an ancient demon. He didn't want any news to leak out, and after displaying his great power, he entered this important place.
However, what Ye Fan didn't expect was that the Green Flood Dragon King had already passed away in meditation two years ago and was buried within a pond.
"Time truly is merciless. The pitiful path of cultivation seeks longevity, yet in the end, death is still unavoidable."
Ye Fan sighed softly. He stood in front of the pond in a daze. How powerful was the Green Flood Dragon King back then, daring to chase after the lord of a holy land together with the Peacock King?
In the end, no matter how great of a hero you were, you were no different from an ordinary person. Your body and dao could only disappear, turning into a wisp of smoke and dust, no longer existing.
"When a dragon dies, it returns to the sea. I buried him in his favorite pond." A familiar voice sounded from behind him.
Ye Fan paid his respects, bowing towards the pond. He chanted a bit of daoism's salvation scripture, engraving auspicious formation patterns, and only then did he get up.
"I pay my respects to senior scarlet dragon." Ye Fan returned to his true body.
At the shore of the pond, there was an old daoist priest who was extremely shriveled and shriveled. He wore ancient daoist robes, full of essence energy, blood energy exuberant. It was unknown just how many times more powerful than before.
This was precisely the scarlet dragon old daoist. He successfully executed the dao three times, passing that trial. Now, he was already a king who could overlook the world.
"Truly, the younger generation will surpass the older. After not seeing you for more than ten years, you already have this type of strength." The scarlet dragon daoist said with a sigh.
Ye Fan was truly grateful towards him. Back then, the scarlet dragon old daoist took action several times to help him, not hesitating to take action against the sect masters of various holy lands. He wouldn't forget this.
After being separated for so many years, too many things happened. The two of them were both deeply moved. When they talked about some old friends, they couldn't help but sigh. The scarlet dragon old daoist didn't have many old friends left, all of them passing away in meditation.
"How is the Peacock King?" Ye Fan asked.
"Back then, I had eight sworn brothers, but now, only him and I are left." The scarlet dragon daoist released a long sigh. Too much had been erased over the years, leaving behind quite a bit of desolation.
What made Ye Fan feel at ease was that the Peacock King was fine. After successfully severing the dao, he was currently in seclusion, consolidating his foundation. In the future, he would shine with unmatched brilliance.
"With his aptitude, he should have already severed the dao a long time ago, just that this heaven and earth didn't allow it." The scarlet dragon daoist said.
Ye Fan was deeply aware of how terrifying the Peacock King was. There were so many great figures in the Eastern Wasteland, but only he could give the holy lands headaches. This wasn't only because he stood at the very peak, but also because he was shockingly talented, standing tall in the Seven Limits Domain.
For people like the Peacock King and the scarlet dragon old daoist, if the heaven and earth hadn't changed, they would have long crossed the three immortals trial.
Why didn't saints appear, why were kings rarely seen? Everything was because after the Desolate Antiquity Era, the heaven and earth's natural laws changed, making it difficult for one to verify the dao.
Under this type of background, every single existence that could sever the dao or become a saint had all types of complicated reasons. Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult to pass, and it couldn't be replicated.
If not for the heaven and earth's restrictions, there would be far more powerful cultivators than there were now!
The scarlet dragon daoist sensed that the heaven and earth were moving again, all of the natural laws starting to repeat themselves. That was why he succeeded in breaking through in one go a few years ago, and now, the Peacock King also took that step.
Why did the ten thousand ancient races choose to appear at this time? According to the scarlet dragon daoist's speculations, after the heaven and earth changed again this time, it would continue for an endless amount of time and wouldn't repeat. The ancient races had come into being and could cultivate without fear. In the future, many super powerful existences would definitely appear!
If the human race's sacred physique didn't kneel and ask for death, then it would start from the extermination of the Ye Clan. Today, such a merciless voice came from the Valley of Gods.
The world was shaken, and many people were trembling with fear. It was unknown how many people were passing their days in fear. The pressure the ancient royal races gave the people of the world was too great.
Even many undying great sects acted as if they were facing a great enemy. Many people's hair turned white overnight. This was a suffocating pressure.
If an ancient ancestor king came into being, who in the world could oppose him?
At this time, Ye Fan was chatting with the scarlet dragon daoist. After hearing this news, his expression couldn't help but change.
"What do you plan to do?" The scarlet dragon daoist asked.
"I want to see Azure Emperor's descendant, Yan Ruyu," said Ye Fan.
"She has left the Eastern Wasteland for many years and is currently in the Western Desert."
After hearing these words, Ye Fan was incomparably disappointed, but there was nothing he could do.
"If you really want to see her, I can personally find her and bring her back."
"Then I will have to trouble senior," said Ye Fan.
Then, Ye Fan asked the scarlet dragon daoist for a corpse. This was an important goal of this trip.
"You want that sacred corpse?"
Ye Fan nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, I can live in his sacred shell. He will be of great use to me. Whether or not I can succeed this time is a key."
Inside the Green Flood Dragon King's treasury, there was a withered body that had passed away in meditation for who knew how many tens of thousands of years. It was a sacred physique, but it had not reached grand completion.
However, he only cultivated a single secret realm and still became a saint. The sturdiness of his body surpassed the imagination of the world and could be considered a supreme divine material.
Not to mention a saint with a sacred physique, even the corpses of other saints were peerless divine objects that could be refined into any precious weapon.
Who would lend such a rare divine object? If not for Ye Fan's solemn request, the scarlet dragon daoist would not have asked the descendant of the Green Flood Dragon King, Qingyi, to open the treasury.
"Brother Qingyi, I will repay you generously in the future!" This was Ye Fan's promise. Not to mention anything else, when the Golden Winged Little Peng attacked him in this place, this person had stopped him.
A cold corpse sat cross-legged in front of him. Its flesh and blood had long dried up, and its skin was wrapped around its bones. However, it made people feel reverence and want to kneel down.
Inside the treasury, divine splendor flickered. There were countless treasures, but compared to this corpse, they were all like sand and dirt. There was no way to compare them.
Ye Fan treasured it very much. He put it into the Myriad Energy Cauldron and expressed his gratitude once again.
"Do you need anything else?" asked the scarlet dragon daoist.
"I still want an extreme imperial weapon," said Ye Fan. The place he wanted to go was too terrifying. Even sect masters couldn't stay there.
"This is too difficult …" The scarlet dragon shook his head.
Now, no one could touch the extreme imperial weapon left behind by the Green Emperor. When the ten thousand ancient races were about to appear, no one dared to lend it out. This was related to the fate of the entire Eastern Wasteland's demon race.
Ye Fan also knew that no one would touch the extreme imperial weapon in the current situation. Even in the past, such an unparalleled imperial weapon couldn't be lent out.
In the end, Ye Fan set out on a journey of nine deaths and one life. He had already taken the first step to intimidate the ancient imperial races!
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