“Ancestor Sage… ah, waah…”
Before the ruined Myriad Dragon Nest, waves of wailing sounded—terrified and fearful, unable to believe this fact, the imperial clan’s Great Sage had been destroyed!
Everyone’s faces turned snow-white—this was a great calamity for them, as if the sky itself had collapsed, wails shaking the earth.
“The Ancestor Sage is dead, the Myriad Dragon Nest beaten to near-ruin—this imperial clan is about to fall from its pedestal!”
“After this battle, whether this imperial clan still has a future at all is now uncertain.”
Across the heavens, many powerhouses rushed to the scene, all trembling with fear upon seeing this outcome—a dignified generation’s imperial clan Great Sage had actually been beaten to death, shocking the mortal realm.
On the ground, Great Sage Qianlun, covered in blood, having undergone a brutal battle, had been shaken loose from the Myriad Dragon Bell by the Man-Demon.
This was an overwhelming display of intimidating power!
Qianlun, having merged with the ten-thousand-foot ultimate purple dragon, still couldn’t escape this calamity—had he been reduced to ash it would be one thing, but his physical body had been struck out intact, which could only mean the Man-Demon was sufficiently powerful.
When a person dies, it’s like a lamp extinguished—Qianlun’s primordial spirit had been killed, his body cold, without any vitality, yet his massive, undying body remained, his dragon head manifested, resembling a true dragon!
His dao cultivation had been utterly severed, his divine form broken, revealing a nearly humanoid body, while his head reverted to its ancestral form, domineering and ferocious, the Great Sage’s aura still lingering, shocking to behold.
A Great Sage had died just like this—a bloody conclusion, once shaking the Primordial era, having witnessed the glorious reign of the Fighting War Sage Emperor, this leading figure meeting such an ignominious end.
The Myriad Dragon Nest, once standing high above, looking down upon all races like a deity gazing at mortals, had now had its ancestral land breached by someone, facing the great calamity of clan extinction, leaving everyone terrified beyond measure.
The battle wasn’t over yet—the Man-Demon, transformed into the black-and-white Taiji diagram, holding the crystalline, translucent green cauldron, was searching for that purple true dragon, having entered the depths of the universe.
He was relying on the Celestial Court’s divine artifact—the Green Cauldron—to seize the ancient imperial weapon!
The world was shocked—few understood the full truth, stunned into a daze; that was an ancient imperial weapon after all, revived to a certain degree, yet unable to kill the Man-Demon.
“The Primordial Celestial Court’s immortal cauldron, its divine might undiminished—though broken, it’s clearly powerful enough to withstand the Myriad Dragon Bell!?”
People realized the Man-Demon had also encountered great trouble—Great Sage Qianlun, at the moment of death, had sacrificed his blood to the imperial weapon, reviving it to a special state.
The Myriad Dragon Bell had vanished from sight—was it about to truly unleash its Great Emperor-level might? Most likely intending a single strike to kill the Man-Demon!
“Why bother, when will this cycle of revenge end—life is like a great dream, we cultivators all live striving toward immortality, struggling across the sea of suffering. Alas, one must know that in all things, harmony ultimately matters most.” Great Sage Huntuo stood in the vast heavens, chanting incantations, scattering a handful of yellow earth for the dead.
“Ah, waah…” The Myriad Dragon Nest’s people wailed in grief, all sobbing bitterly—a generation’s imperial clan Great Sage had fallen, destined to mark their clan’s decline.
Their ancestral land breached by an outsider—even surviving this calamity, who would still revere such a Primordial imperial clan?
Why had it come to this? People couldn’t help but ask themselves, each letting out a sigh—even the sun and sky have their moments of falling, let alone a single clan, destined for a desolate decline.
Ye Fan watched all this coldly, feeling no sympathy—during the Primordial era, the Human Race had been lowly, reduced to blood food for powerful clans, even having the skulls of Human Race sages cast into wine cups by them—far more miserable than this.
“Junior, all of this was brought upon our clan by you, causing us boundless calamity—today I will eliminate you!” Within the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram, an old man howled, his eyes bloodshot, his entire body trembling, charging forward to kill Ye Fan.
“Those who kill others will surely be killed in turn!” Ye Fan said coldly.
“Ahh…” This Ancient King roared, shattering the leaden clouds, splitting open the vast sky, killing intent sweeping ten thousand miles, charging at Ye Fan.
Black and white radiance flashed—the Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang power left behind by the Man-Demon erupted, forming a yin-yang diagram, crushing through like a millstone grinding the world. This person screamed in agony, his body nearly turned to mincemeat, retreating rapidly.
He abandoned half his broken body, fleeing back in disgrace into the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram, his face bloodless, body trembling.
Ye Fan’s voice rang out like thunder: “When you were slaughtering mortals, did you ever think of today? Before you wiped out other races, did you ever anticipate that you too would have a day of downfall?”
“Roar…”
Suddenly, from deep within the heavens came a strange sound, like a heavenly dragon emerging into the world, like a deity’s furious roar—a beam of purple light poured down, landing deep within the Myriad Dragon Nest.
“A deity, this is a duel between deities!”
Everyone cried out in shock, all directions shaken.
The Myriad Dragon Bell resounded with a great toll—right before sinking into the ancient nest, the deity nurtured within it had actually appeared, having just struck an unknown but tremendous blow beyond the domain.
“Beyond the domain, a swath of stars shattered, all turned to ash!”
Some old patriarchs with unfathomable power gasped in shock, gazing through heaven-piercing formations toward the celestial domain, seeing an entire star region extinguished, completely dimmed.
“Could it be that the Man-Demon has been destroyed by the self-activated Myriad Dragon Bell—after all, that cauldron is broken, it likely can’t withstand a fully revived ancient imperial weapon!”
Many were invigorated, filled with anticipation. However, they were disappointed—green mist surged, the cauldron’s light illuminating the universe, supporting open the void, as if opening heaven and earth, manifesting boundless vitality.
The Man-Demon returned unharmed!
“The Celestial Court’s divine artifact can still conquer the world, capable of deciding the outcome—it has just revived!” An old man from the ancient clans, dormant within his source, was startled awake, uttering these words.
“The pre-Primordial Celestial Court… truly unfathomable. How was this cauldron forged back then? Clearly broken, yet still possessing world-shaking might.” Some old patriarchs of the imperial clans murmured softly.
Far away atop Mount Sumeru, the Fighting War Victorious Buddha stood before the Great Thunder Sound Temple, his fiery golden eyes gazing toward the void beyond, lost in thought for a moment.
The Man-Demon let out a long howl, flying in from beyond the heavens, landing before the Myriad Dragon Nest’s ruins, unharmed, staring into the deepest depths.
“Senior!” Ye Fan approached.
This battle wasn’t over yet—to make all races tremble, this nest needed to be conquered with thunderous methods; if successful, no one would dare act recklessly again.
At this moment, news had spread across the world, all five domains shaken with terror. The people Leizhan had sent out lost their souls in fright, then grew terrified, all fleeing immediately, never daring to appear in the world again.
“What do you intend to do?” Before the ruined remains of the Myriad Dragon Nest, an elder shouted sternly—they had fallen into despair, having lost this battle utterly.
The Man-Demon walked forward, approaching the formation diagram, sweeping his gaze over everyone within, making them extremely uneasy.
“If my father were alive, who in the world would dare set foot within the dragon nest?” The ancient emperor’s Dragon Princess murmured softly, purple mist shrouding her body, clenching her fists.
“The path is walked by those who come after; sow the cause today, reap the fruit tomorrow—disaster isn’t decreed by heaven, but caused by man.” Ye Fan also stepped forward.
The Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram, mist and light swirling, protected everyone in the clan, wisps of dao marks connecting to their bloodlines, able to shield them from calamitous slaughter.
Even so, everyone within the Myriad Dragon Nest trembled with fear, terrified that the Man-Demon might venture deeper, slaughtering them all.
The Man-Demon walked around for a short while, Ye Fan following behind, instantly causing the ancient imperial clan’s faces to change drastically, everyone growing uneasy.
“Activate the Quasi-Emperor formation diagram, for defense!” someone shouted loudly.
The formation’s dao marks intertwined, transforming into a sheet of immortal imagery, growing even more extraordinary, countless threads and strands of dao marks branded into undying halos, blooming with auspicious energy.
A vermillion ancient coffin!
Ye Fan’s heart stirred—he saw a massive coffin, coexisting with the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram within these ruins.
The Chaos Dragon Nest held the most world-shocking ancient coffin, and there were more outside in the caverns too—he had seen three or four already, left behind from Ruthless’s tribulation-crossing cultivation.
The Man-Demon’s eyes instantly brightened, shooting forth astonishing beams of light, staring at the ancient coffin pressing down within the formation diagram, saying, “The emperor among men, truly proud above ancient and present—this ancient coffin presses down on the critical point, causing the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram to have a flaw!”
Ye Fan’s heart shook—the crucial divine coffin was within that black nest, and outside there was also something significant—it seemed placing the coffins hadn’t been arbitrary at all.
The Myriad Dragon Nest’s people, hearing the Man-Demon’s words, fell into despair—the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram having a flaw meant the Man-Demon could likely enter!
The great calamity of clan extinction loomed before them—they had never imagined such a day would come, unable to control themselves, some unable to help but weep loudly.
Ye Fan remained indifferent. Extinction of the clan wasn’t necessarily inevitable, but those few elders would definitely need to be eliminated—the terrifying light in their eyes, and their sage-level cultivation, if not destroyed here, would become a future calamity.
The Man-Demon stared for a good while, then stepped forward along the gap in the Quasi-Emperor’s formation, a rumbling sound erupting—the first step taken correctly, the formation shaking, yet no killing calamity erupted.
“Ah, no!” Everyone cried out in despair.
Several streaks of rainbow light pierced through the void of the Northern Region, descending like lightning—the old patriarchs of Fire Qilin Cave, Blood Phoenix Mountain, and Primal Lake had arrived, their expressions all grim, unable to help feeling sympathy for a fellow creature’s plight while watching all this unfold.
“Ancestor Sages, you must uphold justice for our clan, eliminate that Man-Demon—otherwise how can our Primordial imperial clan establish its authority, how can we face all other races?” Within the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram, an elder cried out, grief-stricken and indignant.
These people had imperial might flowing through them, clearly bearing ultimate imperial weapons, all with killing intent erupting.
Their eyes were cold and merciless, staring at Ye Fan, then turning to look at the Man-Demon, saying nothing.
The Man-Demon remained completely unafraid, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, saying, “You can’t stop me. If you want to make a move, I’ll pay each of your caves a personal visit.”
Though straightforward, he wasn’t the type to disregard consequences entirely, wanting to single-handedly slaughter the entire world—this was an unveiled threat.
The few old patriarchs had to consider the serious consequences—if the Man-Demon escaped, future retaliation could bring a clan-ending disaster.
Supreme Yin, Supreme Yang, which is weaker, which is stronger; yin and yang working together, the world proclaims an emperor.
This legend weighed on everyone’s hearts like a mountain, impossible not to take seriously!
“Let’s go!” Within the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram, the Dragon Princess issued this command, turning to charge toward the deepest part of the ancestral land, leading the clan in retreat.
Because she had seen the hesitation and concern in the old patriarchs’ eyes, and had also seen the Man-Demon take five steps forward—he might truly charge into the Quasi-Emperor’s formation.
“Princess, where are we going?” The Myriad Dragon Nest’s people all asked the ancient emperor’s own youngest daughter.
“My father once said, if a clan-ending calamity comes and the clan members are powerless to resist, we should jump into that black Chaos Dragon Nest.” The Dragon Princess said.
The Myriad Dragon Nest’s people, carrying overwhelming hatred, glanced back once at Ye Fan and the Man-Demon, then charged together with the Dragon Princess toward the deepest part of the ancestral land, arriving before that mountain-like massive black ancient nest.