The moon was round, and the mountains were filled with fog. All kinds of beasts were roaring, and the bonfires in the barbarian tribe burned brightly, dispersing the fog in the mountains.
All kinds of meat fragrances floated in the air. Jars of old wine were carried by the barbarian children. Ye Fan, the monkey, Duan De, Dongfang Ye, and some elders of the barbarian tribe sat together and drank to their heart's content.
Dongfang Ye's return brought joy to the entire barbarian tribe. The blood of the barbarians flowed in his body, and if there were no accidents, he would become a war god in the future. His physical body was second only to the human's divine body.
"Yuan Gu is not the son of the ancient emperor, but a descendant a few generations away …"
People sat in front of the bonfire, eating the flood dragon meat and drinking the old wine. Naturally, it was inevitable to talk about Yuan Gu. Although he was not the son of the ancient emperor, his blood was not thin, and the difference was only a few generations.
Moreover, his aptitude was superb. In terms of cultivation alone, he was the best in their tribe, or else he would not have been sealed.
The monkey said, "He is the eighth generation grandson of the Primitive Emperor, and the power of his bloodline is not weaker than the real son of the ancient emperor. He is the best in the tribe."
"It can't be. Is he stronger than the son of the Primitive Emperor, and in the end, he replaced the ancient prince?!" Li Tian asked in shock.
"That's not the case. In the year when the Primitive Emperor passed away, two terrifying holy spirits were born one after the other. They were both at the peak of the holy spirit realm, and each of them could fight against the ancient emperor …"
The two holy spirits were born, and they wanted to take away the weapon left by the Primitive Emperor. They came to the tribe and almost wiped out the great imperial family at the peak of its glory.
It could be said that in that battle, the earth was dyed red, and the eight great royal families were their subordinates. They received the royal family's order to rescue them, but all of them died.
The Primitive Emperor had three sons, and each of them could shock the gods and make the immortals cry. They were all half a step away from the path, but they all died in that battle, and even their sons were sacrificed.
In the end, only a dozen or so descendants of the youngest son of the Primitive Emperor were left. The most prosperous royal family was almost wiped out from the earth, and it was a tragic sight.
One had to know that from the birth of the ancient emperor to his death, and then to the rise of the princes, there would be at least tens of thousands of years of golden age. However, they only enjoyed half of the heavenly fortune before they met with a great disaster.
And it was also because of that battle that it was impossible for the descendants of the Primitive Emperor to survive. In the end, they chose the most outstanding descendant, Yuan Gu, who was almost as good as the son of the ancient emperor.
At night, the mountain forest was bright. The mist drifted over from afar, turning into a dense colorful light. This place was very lively, and the barbarians were incomparably enthusiastic.
When they finally left, Ye Fan took out nine drops of the True Dragon Immortal Herb and gave them to the Barbarian King, telling him that they could extend the life of the Barbarian War God who was sealed in the Origin.
"This gift is too precious!" The Barbarian King was excited.
Even the black tortoise poked its head over from the side of the pond and said, "The True Dragon Divine Medicine of Vicious in the past is truly rare!"
In the end, Ye Fan and the others embarked on their return journey back to the northern region to fight against Yuan Gu. Although the time was not set, they had to plan early.
The monkey said, "I reckon this was Yuan Gu's own decision. The people of the Primitive Lake will definitely oppose such a life and death battle. They can't afford it, especially if you also cut your way. They will be even more worried."
"Cutting one's way … is too difficult," Ye Fan said to himself.
The Three Slashes of the Immortal Path would cut off a cultivator's future path. There would no longer be a path to seek. Many people would struggle their whole lives and still not make any progress.
At this checkpoint, some people would be enlightened in a single day, while others would sit in sorrow for thousands of years. Many heroes would vomit blood and die, and many beauties would turn white and turn into bones.
The Heaven Slashes of the Dao would destroy one's foundation. If one couldn't be enlightened, it would be useless even if one had great perseverance and diligent cultivation. One would be stuck for a lifetime.
"The so-called Three Slashes of the Dao is to cut off a cultivator's path!" the monkey said. He spoke of his own experiences and all sorts of things for Ye Fan's reference.
With the great battle approaching, who among the younger generation would look down on a challenge from someone with the bloodline of an ancient emperor? If an ancient prince were to cut off his way, he would be an invincible existence in his generation!
"How can one resist cutting one's way? Perhaps it can be understood as cutting off one's way, cutting off the thoughts in one's heart, cutting off everything and cutting off one's way, "Qi Luo explained at the side.
In the following month, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the cliff. He observed the rosy clouds of the morning and the stars at night. He breathed in and cultivated his qi, drinking dew and eating the rosy clouds as he comprehended his own way.
Every morning, Little Que 'er would run up shakily and call out while sucking in a pacifier, "Did the divine son cut off his way?"
As the eldest disciple of the mountain, Tong Tong naturally wouldn't fall behind. He would sit on the cliff every day and breathe in and out with Ye Fan, swallowing the rosy clouds of the morning. Now that the bodhi seed was being used by him and Little Que 'er, Ye Fan no longer needed it.
One month of contemplation, one month of dao comprehension, and one month of meditation. Although Ye Fan's heart was as calm as still water, he still couldn't take that step.
In the end, his heart was in chaos and he couldn't cut off his way. The opportunity to break through this barrier wasn't apparent, so he stood up.
"Did the divine son cut off his way?"
Asked Little Que 'er as she sat on the grass one morning while carrying a milk bottle. She wiped off her sweat and sat on the grass.
"Is Master done?" asked Tong Tong expectantly.
"We still have to wait." Ye Fan stroked their heads and walked down the mountain.
There were too many things on the other side of the starry sky that he was worried about. He wanted to go back at all times and this had almost become a curse.
Could it be that he had to cut off everything related to Earth? This was equivalent to denying himself, forgetting the past, and erasing his true heart.
At the same time, there were also many worlds on this side. Perhaps he would leave in the near future. There were also various kinds of helplessness and reluctance that made it difficult for him to calm down.
Severing his emotions, severing his way, severing himself. Ye Fan had once calculated in silence and thought about it carefully. There were many things he couldn't let go of and all kinds of entanglements. If he were to really calculate it, he would have to cut off himself.
What kind of way was that? He didn't know and wouldn't do it at all.
"Ah …"
The Silver Blood Emperors were screaming miserably as usual. The Black Emperor had trained them to the point of almost going crazy. It was like this every day, resonating with the barking of the dogs.
Li Tian and Yan Yixi would often disappear for a few days and go to the Divine City's Merak Stone Square to ask for guidance. It was possible that they could become disciples of saints.
Apart from the occasional appearance of Qi Luo's wine cellar to steal some divine wine, the monkey had always been outside and rarely returned.
Li Heishui, on the other hand, had officially become a disciple of the Northern Region's number one bandit and had less time to return. It was very likely that he would seclude himself for a few years and never appear again.
As for Duan De, it was said that he had discovered an ancient tomb that was constantly haunted. He had escaped back with his face covered in dirt several times. He speculated that it might belong to an ancient tomb of a Divine Spirit. With a fiery heart, he threw himself into the great archaeology cause and didn't show himself anymore.
Ji Ziyue would come once every few days, but seeing that Ye Fan was comprehending the way, she didn't disturb him. She held her chin and was lost in thought on another mountain peak.
On the other hand, Dongfang Ye came often and was very enthusiastic about helping Duan De with archaeology. In the end, the heartless Daoist wouldn't agree no matter what. That was because the barbarians' holy weapon had been taken back by the race. If they really dug out a treasure, he was afraid that the barbarians would snatch it from him.
Half a month later, news came from the Northern Region that the Human Race's Divine Physique had established a religion called the Celestial Court.
"Who leaked the news?" Ye Fan was stunned because they hadn't announced the Celestial Court to the world at all. Otherwise, it might be nipped in the bud by hell and the human world.
"The two little fellows have divined. Someone is deducing everything about you and knows that you've established a religion," Qi Luo said. He also felt the seriousness of the situation.
Beside him, Gu Fei and Gu Lin nodded seriously. Their big eyes were incomparably pure. Their Heaven Stealing Art was still lacking and couldn't reach great success. However, they were talented and could still make some divinations.
"It might be one of our uncles."
After a long time, the two little siblings concluded that it was the work of the Marvelous Diviner's descendants. The father of the two spiritual children still had one or two senior and junior brothers who were still alive.
The Human Race's Divine Physique had established a religion called the Celestial Court. This news was like a gust of wind blowing to the ground, causing a wave of discussion.
"It's actually … the Celestial Court! What does he want to do? "
"How could it be this name? What does he plan to do?"
Almost everyone was stunned. These two words weighed millions upon millions of people and had an extraordinary meaning, causing them to feel uneasy.
Even the ten thousand ancient races were extremely sensitive to this name. They were all shaken.
Regardless of whether it was the Human Race or the ten thousand ancient races, there were myths and legends about the Celestial Court. Even though they couldn't be verified, everything had vanished like smoke in thin air.
However, many ancient races believed that in the distant past, there was a period of annihilated history where gods existed, immortals were born, and an Ancient Heaven had appeared!
The Divine Court of Assassins — the Celestial Court had also left behind an unforgettable memory for human cultivators. In that dark era, the Celestial Court ruled over the world, and the entire land was shrouded in death.
Later on in the Desolate Era, it was rumored that the Azure Emperor also had the intention of establishing the Celestial Court. He had entered the Ruins of God and the Immortal Mausoleum. He had even wanted to move the Southern Heavenly Gate out.
However, everything was left unsettled in the end. The Great Emperor of the Demonic Race passed away in meditation, leaving behind an eternal mystery. No one knew why he would do such a thing in his later years.
Perhaps the Azure Emperor had discovered something and wanted to realize something. But in the end, it was all in the past and the secrets could not be uncovered.
"The Human Race's Sacred Physique has established a religion. Do you guys know? It's called the Celestial Court!"
"I've long since heard of it. He actually came up with such a name. How bold."
"It's called the Celestial Court. Who can tell me what he wants to do? Isn't his ambition a little too big?"
At first, there was nothing much. But as people began to discuss and recall the various aspects of this name, many people couldn't sit still. Even the ancient races found it hard to calm down.
Ye Fan establishing a religion caused a huge uproar. Because the Celestial Court was too important, many people couldn't say anything. However, they knew that this name couldn't be casually used.
Did he pry into some heavenly secrets? This was the question of many great powers of the Human Race and the Ancient Race. The entire world was paying attention to it.
"Why? He established a religion now? My father didn't even dare establish the Celestial Court back then, so what gives him the courage to do it now?!" In the northern region, the one who couldn't calm down the most was the Heavenly Prince. Great waves surged within him.
As for the two words Celestial Court, he had long thought about it. It was unknown just how long he had thought about it. He said to himself, "I was originally waiting until the day I confirmed the dao before trying to establish the Celestial Court. In the future, I might establish a religion ahead of time and seize everything you have!"
In Heavenly Village, the two children were divining again and again. Cold sweat poured out from their bodies. They only divined the two words Celestial Court, but the results were horrifying. They couldn't divine anything at all.
"We only know that using this name to establish a religion will have incomparably far-reaching effects. Whether it is good or bad, we really can't calculate it." The two little fellas were both mentally and physically exhausted.
"Right now, it still isn't time for us to reveal all of our trump cards. Do you guys have any methods of concealing all of this?" Ye Fan asked.
"There's no problem. Grandpa Divine Diviner gave us the symbols refined by past generations of ancestors. We can suppress all heavenly secrets." The two little fellas were full of confidence as they replied with certainty.
"Then that's good. I will establish a religion outside. It will be a single person Celestial Court. Cover up everything else and don't let heavenly secrets leak out." Ye Fan turned around and left.
That day, great waves rose in the Eastern Wasteland again. Ye Fan established a religion named Celestial Court. It was only a single person, but it left all sides shaken!
Many people headed north. Many great powers moved out. They all wanted to see why a person dared to come up with this kind of name. Of course, this was also a great danger. That day, there were people who said that this name couldn't appear in the world and that there was no one who could use it!
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