“It’s you!”

Within the beehive-like, densely interwoven caves, Great Sage Qianlun’s eyes blazed with divine light, piercing through layer after layer of stone walls, seeing the Man-Demon, his heart sinking.

The Man-Demon’s hair was disheveled, his upper body bare, muscles solid and firm, holding his snow-white bone staff, standing atop the ten-thousand-foot cliff, looking down below.

They were far apart, with stone walls and ancient caves blocking the way, yet this wasn’t enough to block their mutual gaze, for both had cultivated Heaven-Piercing Divine Eyes.

What to do? Great Sage Qianlun’s face darkened, his purple hair disheveled, his heart in utter chaos—the Man-Demon had finally come to his doorstep.

The snow-white mountains had all been sent flying by a single swing of the wild old man’s staff—others sent rocks and dust flying with one strike, but he sent mountains and ice fields flying instead.

Underground, nine massive dragon caverns were revealed, spewing forth auspicious mist, waves of dragon energy surging terrifyingly, as if one had stumbled into a true dragon’s lair.

“Grandfather, activate the Myriad Dragon Bell, kill them!” Leizhan gritted his teeth, his expression sinister—there was no retreat now, only battle.

The bell’s toll shattered the vast sky. Each bell, cast from purple-gold divine marks, was massive as a great bell, linked together to form a ten-thousand-foot-long purple dragon!

The supreme might of an ancient imperial weapon erupted instantly, sweeping across the entire Northern Region—this kind of divine might, with a single strike, could sink the entire northern land.

The ten-thousand-foot purple dragon coiled and soared, imperial aura vast within the ancient cave, boiling and surging, a majesty that suppressed past and present spreading out, as if an invincible ancient emperor had come back to life.

Everyone was stunned—from the Ancestor Kings down to the servants, not a single person within the Myriad Dragon Nest wasn’t shaken. In hundreds of millions of years, this was the first time anyone had attacked the dragon lair.

An event unprecedented since ancient times—terrifying power spread out, sweeping down from that cliff, engulfing everything below.

“The Man-Demon… he’s returned!”

Some old servants had experienced that battle back then, unable to help trembling—this place’s original master had been wounded by this very being and fallen into slumber, still not awakened to this day.

“A familiar taste…” The Man-Demon spoke, his teeth crystalline and snow-white, standing high above, looking down.

“Damn demon lord, you’ve finally come seeking us out!” an old servant said.

Whoosh!

The Man-Demon said nothing further, terrifying light shooting from his eyes, piercing through the caves, crossing the defensive great formation, shattering this person, turning him into a rain of blood.

Simple and brutal!

Everyone felt a chill down their spines, trembling with fear—the Man-Demon was too powerful; sage-level formations were useless against him.

Great Sage Qianlun stood within the ancient cavern, towering between heaven and earth, surrounded by the purple dragon body, having revived the ancient imperial weapon, its divine might vast as the sea, surging wildly.

The entire cavern blazed bright as the sun, densely covered with talismans, various world-shaking killing formations reviving, transforming into a sheet of pre-immortal radiance enveloping the ancient land.

There was no other choice—regardless of cost, they had to activate all the formations carved by countless generations of sages, operating them together, defending against the Man-Demon’s intrusion and slaughter.

Ye Fan stood on the cliff, side by side with the Man-Demon, blood surging with excitement—this was true dominance, a single person alone forcing an entire ancient imperial clan into treating him as a great enemy, everyone’s expression changing in horror.

What kind of might was this?

Who in the current age would dare do this, directly forcing a Primordial imperial clan into such a state!

The Myriad Dragon Bell had revived, each bell like a great clock, linked together, spanning tens of thousands of segments—those were segments of dragon bone, purple light swirling, emitting a sound like the great bells and pipes of ancient ceremony.

The sound’s magnitude, the power’s intensity, exceeded everyone’s imagination, wave after wave of purple ripples spreading out, sweeping away all life in their path!

The ten-thousand-foot purple dragon body turned over, the sound of heaven and earth splitting apart transmitted through tens of thousands of purple bells, deafening.

Great Sage Qianlun struck first, not wanting to give the Man-Demon any opportunity, because deep down he was afraid—there was a sense of dread, for back when the Man-Demon had gone mad, he had nearly torn his father apart; even thinking of it now still sent chills through him.

A sheet of flowing light rose up, circling around the Man-Demon and Ye Fan, transforming into brilliant light-rain, blocking the terrifying bell waves.

Dang…

The massive bell’s toll resounded across the Northern Region, the vast ice fields—no one knew how many tens of thousands of miles across—instantly collapsing, all the ice and snow vanishing.

A million mountain ranges crumbled and fell like dust, wiped from the earth, gone forever.

“What, a great battle has broken out at the Myriad Dragon Nest, deploying an ultimate ancient imperial weapon!”

“What powerhouse is this, actually attacking the Myriad Dragon Nest? Has the Human Race’s Supreme, Gai Jiuyou, finally made his move? No, he wouldn’t want the world thrown into chaos.”

“Heavens, could the Fighting War Victorious Buddha be about to pass away, striking against this domineering ancient imperial clan before death, trying to wipe out the Myriad Dragon Nest?!”

The moment the bell tolled, the Northern Region fell into chaos, all directions shaken—both Human Race and Ancient Clans alike changed color, for this was certain to be a great calamity.

Atop the ten-thousand-foot cliff face, the Green Bronze Cauldron had shrunk to fist-size, radiating green mist in the Man-Demon’s left palm, a gentle curtain of light enveloping both him and Ye Fan, blocking the purple bell waves.

Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat—though the bronze cauldron was broken, its power still remained. At this moment, crystalline and translucent, no longer mottled with green rust, it seemed to have come alive.

This was a rare and extraordinary occurrence, entirely different from usual—only an ancient imperial weapon could cause it to overflow with green light like this under crisis.

Within the Myriad Dragon Nest, Great Sage Qianlun’s gaze narrowed, fixed on the Man-Demon’s palm, sensing something was terribly wrong—the opponent had withstood the imperial might!

He had just launched a rapid attack, hoping to use the power of an imperial weapon to suppress the Man-Demon as had been done in the Primordial era, never expecting it to fail now.

“The cauldron… the Primordial Celestial Court’s secret treasure, appearing again after all this time!” Great Sage Qianlun’s expression was complex, that shimmering green cauldron making his heart uneasy.

“Grandfather, be careful!” A flash of fear appeared in Leizhan’s cold, sinister eyes—the opponent had withstood the ultimate ancient imperial weapon, suddenly filling the situation with terrifying variables.

The Myriad Dragon Bell was their greatest reliance, the fundamental basis of the ancient imperial clan’s dominance over all beings, capable of freely killing any cultivator below Great Emperor level.

Yet now, its usually unstoppable divine might had failed.

“Don’t you all want this cauldron? I’ve brought it to you—do you have the ability to take it?!” Ye Fan shouted loudly.

The Myriad Dragon Nest, in dealing with him, had killed many mortals, countless innocent people dying tragically, blood flowing freely, even little Tingting nearly meeting disaster—this filled his heart with fury.

“A mere Human Race Sacred Body dares attack our clan!” Some within the Myriad Dragon Nest roared furiously.

They were among the strongest races since the Primordial era, holding themselves in extremely high regard, unable to lower themselves, unable to accept the reality of the Human Race’s rise.

Once mere ants in their eyes, a weak subordinate species, now climbing to such a lofty position—this infuriated many elders of the clan.

“It’s you pack of sinful dragons who deserve killing. Tell me, whose idea was it to attack anyone connected to me?” Ye Fan demanded.

The Man-Demon showed no reaction, standing there coldly. Ye Fan’s challenge, questioning the Myriad Dragon Nest, instantly enraged several elders to the point of bursting with rage.

“We are the ancient imperial clan, you’re nothing but lowly blood food, yet you dare come shouting at our clan—we’ll kill your soul a hundred times over shortly!”

“You old fools are nothing but roast meat, still deluding yourselves living in your Primordial dream, not even looking at what era it is now—I’ll bathe your Myriad Dragon Nest in blood shortly!” Ye Fan roared loudly.

Everyone was stunned, the phrase “bathe in blood” sending chills through everyone, leaving them dumbfounded—what audaciously rebellious words, yet now shouted by a member of the Human Race.

Some elders, only recently revived from their divine sources, were so furious their bodies trembled, unable to speak.

“I ate not a few of your clan’s experts during the Primordial era—who’s the blood food here?” The old Man-Demon, for the first time, demanded coldly and sternly.

Clearly, he had absolutely no patience for these elders living in their glorious Primordial dream, extremely disgusted by them.

“So what if you have the Green Bronze Cauldron? Though it’s a divine artifact of the pre-Primordial Celestial Court, it’s been broken after all—the deity within it must have long since ceased to exist. How could it possibly compete with an ancient imperial weapon!” Great Sage Qianlun said coldly.

The Myriad Dragon Nest’s people, hearing this, let out a long breath—an ancient imperial weapon containing a deity, once truly revived, would radiate a Great Emperor’s divine might; if the Green Cauldron lacked its deity, it absolutely couldn’t withstand it.

“Try it and you’ll know whether it’s there or not!”

The Man-Demon made his move, gripping his white bone staff and striking downward. The crystalline staff instantly expanded, growing tens of thousands of feet long, landing before the beehive-like dragon caverns.

This was a terrifying method of attack, one man’s strength overpowering all others—the Man-Demon, cultivating both Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang simultaneously, his combat power shaking past and present, peerlessly dominant across the world.

Amid the thunderous roar, many ancient caverns within the Myriad Dragon Nest collapsed, the formations of countless generations of sages turning to dust, unable to withstand the might of a single strike.

The Man-Demon’s attack was simple and direct, using brutal methods to crush everything in his path, nearly destroying the Myriad Dragon Nest entirely, shattering over half of this ancient imperial cave abode!

Everyone was left dumbstruck—what kind of might was this? What audacious, heaven-defying courage—since ancient times, this ancient imperial land had never suffered such a terrifying assault.

The Man-Demon’s aura shook the nine heavens; the moment he made his move, the entire Northern Region trembled, countless powerful gazes turning to look, everyone sensing this starry-sea-like supreme bloodthirsty aura.

“What ferocious dominant fluctuation—could it be Gai Jiuyou, or has the Fighting War Victorious Buddha made his move?”

“No, could it be that Man-Demon from beyond the domain who killed the Golden Crow army has descended? That’s right, it must be him!”

“The Myriad Dragon Nest is in great trouble—this is a dignified ancient imperial clan’s nest, yet someone has attacked its very doorstep, shattering over half its caverns, shocking past and present!”

The Man-Demon held the crystalline, jade-green small cauldron in his left hand, his white bone staff in his right, striding down from the cliff together with Ye Fan, arriving before the Myriad Dragon Nest.

Smoke and dust soared to the heavens, all nine massive dragon caverns shattered open, revealing countless interconnected ancient caves within. Qianlun’s eyes were cold and merciless, killing intent overwhelming—he was truly furious now. Since ancient times, who dared run wild at the ancestral land of the ancient imperial clan?

“I’ll kill you all—the sleeping ground of the ancient emperors cannot be defiled!”

The Myriad Dragon Bell resounded loudly, the ten-thousand-foot purple dragon body turning over, deafeningly loud, the dragon head swallowing and spitting immortal radiance, aimed at the Man-Demon.

This was an ancient imperial weapon, continuously expanding, coiling around and shielding all the ancient caves below, immortal brilliance filling the sky, hundreds of millions of strands of light.

Without the Green Cauldron, anyone would have been shattered instantly—Ye Fan’s heart went cold; the Primordial imperial clan was indeed not to be trifled with.

“Who killed innocent members of the Human Race, who wounded little Tingting?” Ye Fan demanded loudly—there was no retreat today; having chosen to attack the ancient imperial clan, he intended to make it earth-shattering!

He fixed his gaze on a man with sinister eyes beneath that purple divine dragon, shouting loudly: “Was it your idea?”

“So what if it was me? Killing everyone connected to you, letting their blood dye the soles of my feet red!” Leizhan said sinisterly, unwilling to weaken his stance even with the situation looking bad.

Suddenly, the green mist blazed brightly, purple energy steaming, the bronze cauldron and Myriad Dragon Bell both trembling simultaneously, resonating violently between them, shaking across the void, competing to raise their momentum higher.

Boom!

Within the Myriad Dragon Nest, further collapse occurred, many ancient caves turning to ruins. At the same time, Great Sage Qianlun roared furiously—his grandson Leizhan had actually been grabbed and dragged away by the Man-Demon.

Everyone gasped—amid such a terrifying clash, involving a duel between imperial weapons, the Man-Demon still had such tricks up his sleeve.

Bang!

Leizhan was slammed heavily onto the ground by the Man-Demon. Ye Fan’s mouth curled into a cruel, cold smile, walking step by step toward him, staring down at him.

“How dare you!” Qianlun’s eyes went wild with alarm, activating the Myriad Dragon Bell, the purple dragon body surging like a vast ocean, the divine bell roaring like a dragon, its howl shaking all five domains.

Boom!

Within the Myriad Dragon Nest, two auras of supreme dominance over heaven and earth revived, shocking the mortal realm, two beams of light entangling together.