The Demon Sovereign Hall, hidden deep within the mountains, held a power capable of cutting across three thousand realms, its demonic mist mysterious beyond measure.

A quiet bluestone path led into the depths of this ancient range, where old trees soared skyward, rivaling the mountains in height, and giant vines several yards thick coiled across the entire ridge.

Outside the mountains, Ye Fan stood alone, overpowering a host of enemies. Facing the Northern Plains Wang Family’s eight formidable figures, he struck with overwhelming force, subduing everyone present.

He held Wang Chengkun aloft like a dead goose, and with every step he took forward, the great figures ahead would retreat three steps—a scene that left everyone utterly shaken.

Eight formidable figures—what an astonishing combined combat force that represented—yet all were intimidated by a single person, retreating step by step, like a flock of sheep before a tiger king.

“Ahh…” Wang Chengkun growled low. As the head of his clan, to be dragged about like a dead dog was a humiliation that made him feel as though his lungs would burst.

“Slap!”

Ye Fan raised his hand and delivered a slap, sending his teeth flying, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth, yet he did not take his life immediately—otherwise this single blow would have been enough to turn his head into a smashed watermelon.

All around, everyone stood frozen, a chill running through their entire bodies—this was the clan head of the Northern Plains ancient formidable clan, being lifted up and slapped across the face like this—how was this any different from some fantastical tale?

Even if Wang Chengkun’s own cultivation was unremarkable, merely an ordinary formidable figure, his status alone commanded respect. The head of an undying clan, wielding great power, dominating the Northern Plains, looking down upon the world, his status of the utmost nobility, utterly inviolable.

He represented an entire ancient formidable clan—to be slapped like this was equivalent to slapping the face of every member of that clan, an insult to an entire undying family.

Wang Chengkun was momentarily stunned, then roared like a wild beast, exerting every ounce of his strength, trying to destroy this young man he had resented and feared for over a decade.

“Slap!”

Yet in the face of all this, Ye Fan simply responded with another slap, landing solidly across his face once more, more teeth knocked loose.

“Ahh…” Wang Chengkun nearly went mad—this was an unbearable humiliation. He knew it was over; even if he survived, he could never again serve as clan head.

“Slap!”

Ye Fan delivered yet another slap, cutting off his howling roar abruptly, forcing it back down his throat, standing there like a demon god, utterly overbearing.

Everyone present stood dumbfounded—how many years had it been since something like this had happened? The lord of an undying inheritance, dragged about and slapped like this—it felt unreal! In the past, such a thing might only have occurred when a sacred ground was breached and fell during its final ruin—an eternal disgrace, a shame for all ages.

“Am I seeing this right? The Sacred Body has returned, and he’s slapping the head of the Northern Plains Wang Family?”

“Is it him? There’s mist swirling around his face—even Heavenly Insight can’t see through it. But that golden blood energy is undoubtedly his.”

“It really is him—the man who vanished twelve years ago has appeared again, single-handedly suppressing the Northern Plains Wang Family’s eight formidable figures!”

All around, people felt their hair stand on end, utterly shocked—what they were witnessing was simply too impactful.

Qi Huoshui, her skin like flawless jade, her red lips parted, her long lashes framing eyes wide with shock, had never expected that upon meeting Ye Fan again, his combat power would prove this terrifying.

Beside her, the Southern Demon’s black hair fell loose, his expression grave, watching the battle silently, his eyes profoundly deep, with stars and moons faintly emerging within them.

The great demons of Nanling, the human sect leaders, and the heirs they had brought with them, all felt their emotions surge and churn, unable to remain calm, shocked by Ye Fan’s combat power, wanting desperately to know how he had returned.

Ye Fan, holding Wang Chengkun upside down, strode forward, bearing down. The remaining four elders all wore ugly expressions, their bodies crackling as a layer of human skin peeled away, revealing grim, scaly armor beneath.

These four were all Primordial creatures, not a single human among them. For them to come to the Demon Sovereign Hall in Nanling like this clearly carried some hidden agenda, and this made the leaders of every demon faction present look on with some coldness.

One creature, his hair a full head of purple, antlers growing from his skull, his body glimmering with blue-green scales, spoke up: “We are not with the Northern Plains Wang Family…”

“Isn’t it all the same? Didn’t you just try to stop me from attacking?” Ye Fan did not pause at all, continuing forward, his body surging with golden blood energy, pressing on.

“BOOM!”

This Primordial creature bore the crushing weight, his body struck as though by lightning, blood-marks appearing across his form. The pressure ahead of him weighed a thousand tons, utterly impossible to withstand.

“Stop—do you know where we come from, what status we hold?” this ancient creature bellowed.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan stepped forward, swinging one hand, striking him across the face, instantly tearing away half of his skull, leaving it like a bloody gourd, twisted beyond recognition, his entire body sent flying sideways.

“Do you wish to make an enemy of our clan? We come from the Divine Spirit Valley, one of the great royal clans among the myriad races, commanding the Primordial Race—none dare disobey. You…” another Primordial creature shouted loudly.

“This isn’t Primordial times. If you want to command the world, I’ll send you back to it.” Ye Fan took a single step forward, letting out a light shout, and a stream of golden blood energy shot from his mouth, striking the Primordial creature ahead so hard he screamed in agony, blocking with various ancient treasures that all shattered to pieces, his own body spraying blood skyward as he flew backward, crashing into the dust.

“You don’t know when to fear death. The various Primordial races will all soon emerge into the world—those who understand the times will make wise choices, yet you choose to make enemies of us…” a third Primordial creature cried out.

“I’d say it’s you who doesn’t know when to fear death!” Ye Fan’s body formed a golden sacred domain, untouched by any technique, advancing calmly, every attack from ahead rendered useless, and he swung a palm downward.

“Splat!”

This Primordial creature only had time to let out a single scream before being sent flying by this slap, then bursting apart in midair, becoming a mass of shattered bone and bloody pulp.

Far off, everyone watching the battle held their breath—this was a formidable Primordial creature, killed just like that, without the slightest hesitation, leaving people utterly shaken.

Now, with the various Primordial races reviving one after another, an unimaginably terrifying chaotic age was approaching. Every great power under heaven was seeking self-preservation, terrified of being swept into the dark upheaval, unwilling to offend the ancient creatures—especially those royal clans. Yet Ye Fan cared for none of it, killing on the spot without hesitation, even against someone from the Divine Spirit Valley! He simply didn’t care.

The remaining three Primordial creatures felt their hearts pound with terror. Having walked this mortal world, they had never yet encountered a single member of the human race who dared treat them with such indifference—this man killed as easily as slaughtering chickens and ducks, deciding to kill and doing it at once!

“My Divine Spirit Valley…”

“You’re not even worthy of speaking further with me.” Ye Fan cut off their words, then pressed forward. With his golden sacred domain manifested, no matter how the three Primordial creatures attacked, it was all useless.

“You must understand the consequences of choosing to make an enemy of my clan!” At this point, they were clearly putting on a brave front while quaking inside.

“Your clan… I’ll go kill Zi Tiandu.” Ye Fan sneered coldly.

After the Divine Spirit Valley’s young master had led men to force Dongfang Ye off Eagle Cliff, his blood staining the rock face, Ye Fan had already sworn to personally kill Zi Tiandu with his own hands.

“You wish to kill our clan’s young master? Do you know what place my Divine Spirit Valley is? In our prime, we dominated the world—who dared disobey…”

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan stamped his foot forward, and a formidable presence erupted outward, soaring to the nine heavens above and subduing the nine netherworlds below. He stood like a divine demon, an ocean-like power surging forth, forcing that Primordial creature’s entire body to tremble violently, dropping to its knees on the ground.

It did not wish to maintain this humiliating posture, but found itself unable to move at all, its body shaking and trembling uncontrollably, even its teeth chattering.

“Zi Tiandu, Yuangu—I will kill them both!” Ye Fan let out a cold snort, his golden sacred domain expanding, as though he were a god wreathed in a divine halo.

“Yuangu…” Upon hearing this name, not only the three Primordial creatures, but many powerful figures of the human race changed color as well—that was an invincible young member of the ancient race in the present age.

“You will never be able to defeat them—that is the bloodline of an ancient emperor, coursing with invincible imperial blood…” one Primordial creature said.

Ye Fan made no further move, simply advancing steadily and forcefully, one with the mountains, rivers, and all things, carrying a terrifying rhythm, a “Dao” flowing through him, each footfall resounding like a heavenly drum.

“Splat!”

At this terrifying rhythm, each footstep forced the three Primordial creatures to cough up mouthfuls of fresh blood—an utterly terrifying sight to behold.

“BOOM!” “BOOM!”

The other two Primordial creatures found themselves entirely out of control as well, dropping to their knees, straining desperately to lift their heads but unable to, veins bulging and pulsing violently across their bodies, fighting with all their might yet unable to rise.

“Splat!”

Golden divine light surged, his footsteps falling slow and forceful, as they coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood, Ye Fan wreathed in his divine halo, like a god walking among mortals.

When Ye Fan reached his fifth step, a sound like a sword’s cry rang out—that his very footsteps could produce such a sound left everyone utterly aghast!

When his eighth step fell, it was as though a heavenly sword returned to its sheath, ringing out with a clear, resonant clang—and at that, the three kneeling Primordial creatures all shattered at once, dissolving into pools of blood.

This scene left everyone terrified! Every single person felt a chill run from head to toe, cold sweat breaking out across their skin.

“How’s the battle over again—am I late once more?” Li Tian came running from deep within the mountains, followed by a demoness, enchanting enough to steal one’s very soul.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan slammed Wang Chengkun onto the ground, instantly shattering every bone in his body, leaving him half-dead.

“The sect leader of the Human Desire Dao has arrived!” Li Tian rushed over, dropping down from the sky, planting one foot on Wang Chengkun’s chest, saying, “You old tortoise, weren’t you trying to ambush and kill me? Why couldn’t you wait for me a little longer? You really can’t take a beating.”

“Splat!”

Wang Chengkun spat blood, half from rage, half from injury. Today he had suffered an unbearable humiliation—his reputation was utterly destroyed.

Even if some miracle occurred and he managed to survive, his position as clan head was finished. His clansmen would never allow him to continue in that role.

Li Tian wanted to search his Origin Spirit, but with a soft splitting sound, the Wang clan head’s sea of consciousness shattered, transforming into a beam of annihilating light that shot outward, nearly injuring him.

Ye Fan’s heart tightened—even the sea of consciousness of a figure at the sect-leader level had been set with such a forbidden technique. Truly terrifying—undying inheritances were mysterious indeed.

Everyone stood frozen. The head of an ancient formidable clan had died—this was undoubtedly a matter that would shake the whole world, certain to send all five regions into an uproar, spreading to every corner.

Wang Chengkun’s own cultivation might not have been especially astonishing, but his status was simply too high, too noble—his death like this could not help but shake the entire world.

The vast mountain range where the Demon Sovereign Hall stood stretched wide, but any demon capable of cultivating here was certainly of considerable origin. A hundred-some miles away lay the Southern Demon’s own cultivation ground.

Here, the ancient trees grew taller than the mountains themselves, and a bluestone path, deep and quiet, led toward a place of tranquility.

Ye Fan, the Southern Demon, Yan Yixi, and Li Tian sat cross-legged on the ground, listening to an ancient zither, an atmosphere of ethereal emptiness and near-Dao-like serenity surrounding them.

The Southern Demon personally boiled water, various tea implements arranged on an antique wooden table, and then demonstrated a form of tea ceremony capable of purifying a person’s very soul.

They savored the fragrant tea, listened to the zither’s melody, and for a time fell into an indescribable state of luminous emptiness.

Not far away, Qi Huoshui personally played the zither, the music beautiful and moving, cleansing the soul.