Yao Guang had been defeated!
“What did I just witness — Yao Guang was struck down, torn apart in two halves…”
Beneath the starry sky, a splash of vivid red descended — the blood of Yao Guang’s shattered Dao essence, scattering in all directions, filling every heart with fearful trembling.
The moonlight was like water, starlight glimmering in points. Ye Fan stood in the canopy of heaven, tearing apart Yao Guang’s body by force. Beneath the silver-white moonlight, it was a sight that struck the eyes with visceral and shaking impact.
Everyone was stupefied. Yao Guang had been struck down. It was as though the heavens themselves had collapsed — the impact shook every single person as though they had been turned to stone. It was beyond belief.
The undefeated myth had been shattered!
For more than a decade Yao Guang had swept through the six directions and overawed the eight wildernesses. In an age when Saints did not emerge, he had met no match — and now he had been torn apart by a mysterious person, blood staining the sky, like something out of a dream.
“Ah— Master!” Li Qingzhou cried out in anguish, heart and gall alike trembling, a chill rising up his spine and plunging him as if into an ice cellar.
For so many years Yao Guang had built an indestructible monument of invincibility — ancient clans dared not provoke him when he traveled, and yet now he had been struck down by someone. The shock of it was equivalent to piercing through the very heavens!
The bright moon hung high. The moonlight was like water, wreathed in thin mist. Ye Fan stood beneath the open sky like a divine being incarnate — his body crystalline and lustrous, as though cast from glazed divine gold, both eyes sharp and keen as lightning.
He swept his gaze across the four directions. No one in the crowd dared meet his eyes, lowering their heads one by one. In the people’s estimation, this was like a young divine being — one who had even slain Yao Guang — who could not feel their hearts hammering?
Whoosh!
Ye Fan’s Dao Body transformed into a stream of clear energy, carrying both black arrows and Yao Guang’s lineage’s sacred weapon back to merge with the true body, and then disappeared without a trace. Only one Ye Fan remained in all the world.
Li Qingzhou clenched his fists tightly, grinding his teeth and murmuring in a low voice — yet he dared not speak in open fury. The powerhouse who could even slay his master, if provoked, would probably leave not even ash behind.
“What our Sacred Master sent out was only a Holy Light body. The true body remains undefeated under all the heavens. Tonight many divine abilities could not be brought to bear — this counts for nothing.” One of the attendants said, clearly unwilling to accept the result.
A blazing flash of light, and Ye Fan tore open the void and departed this great wilderness. Only then did people finally let out a long breath — the pressure just now had been immense, nearly suffocating.
“So powerful… Is it him? There is a similar aura.” Feng Huang was uncertain and shaken, her beautiful eyes shooting divine brilliance outward, the five-colored mask shimmering, with auspicious light flowing out to wrap around her immortal form.
“Could it truly be… that person returning from long ago — yet it doesn’t quite seem so. Flesh and blood transformed into ancient stars one by one — that was not his technique.” Ji Biyue also murmured to herself. She raised her snow-white chin, rubbed her temples, and a pondering expression crossed her face. “Could it be that the person from back then has really returned?” She glanced inadvertently at Feng Huang.
Feng Huang turned away and paid her no heed. She had no desire to trade words with her — the other woman had repeatedly needled at her emotions with pointed and tepid barbs, filling her with quietly smoldering irritation.
Every powerful cultivator present was pondering. A figure who had appeared from nowhere like this was destined to shake the world — each one speculating about his identity, wondering exactly what lineage he came from.
“Most likely a visitor from beyond the domain!” Suddenly, a living fossil spoke up and offered this conclusion.
“This… is very possible!” Many hearts were greatly shaken — and then, involuntarily, they nodded.
The Great Sage Huntuo had said as much a decade ago: powerful individuals from beyond the domain had arrived. If one day their disciples and companions appeared in this world, it would be no surprise at all.
Beneath the starry sky, a great uproar was erupting. This great wilderness had once been a place of ancient towering trees and roaming beasts — ancient golden Pengs, Heaven-Swallowing Apes, Crimson Golden Crows moving through it all. Now it was a scene of utter ruin — broken mountains, massive fissures, deep abysses everywhere.
After the great battle concluded, all manner of birds and ancient beasts had been frightened away, fleeing into the depths of the primeval wilderness. Only devastation remained as far as the eye could see.
This night was destined to be far from peaceful. So much had happened. Ye Fan’s true body slaughtered a Half-Saint; his Dao Body shattered Yao Guang — enormous waves had been set in motion, sweeping across the Eastern Wilderness.
None could say how much time passed before the crowd dispersed from the ten-thousand-mountain wilderness, the majority returning to Qingxia City where heated discussion was everywhere among the cultivators.
“When the Sacred Master’s true body takes the field, he will certainly suppress this person.” Yao Guang’s attendants seethed with indignation, deeply unwilling to accept this outcome. With Yao Guang’s rise, even these disciples of his had been treated with the utmost respect wherever they went over the years — and now, for the first time, they were experiencing this sort of feeling.
“Is Master’s true body truly still on Yao Guang’s main peak?” Li Qingzhou murmured to himself, lifting his gaze toward the glittering starry sky.
In the Northern Region, the Celestial Emperor’s Son received word in the first moments. He stood upon an ancient peak, two bolts of blazing electricity shooting from his eyes — cutting through the night sky — and the great mountain before him was leveled flat by his gaze alone, shattered boulders flying into the clouds.
“A Half-Saint… was killed by the person in the south?”
His mood was foul. Among the descendants of the Eight Divine Generals, the several powerful Half-Saints were his right and left arms. The death of any one of them was a loss that could not be easily measured.
In the not-too-distant future, these were existences with the potential to attain Sainthood — beings who could have accompanied him in conquest throughout the world. To lose them in such a way was bitterly painful and regrettable.
The Celestial Emperor’s Son’s expression was cold and cruel. His hair — reaching his waist — flew in the wind. Though he was of incomparable handsomeness with a bearing of supreme pride, there was something frightening about his expression. The purple-gold imperial crown upon his head cracked apart line by line — then exploded!
Behind him stood a row of ancient clan powerhouses, each one with divine flames leaping in their eyes, killing intent surging skyward, waiting only for a single command from him before the army would march south.
These people were all different in appearance, drawn from the eight divine clans — some born with divine wings, lightning wreathing their bodies with crackling sounds; others with demonic light eclipsing the moon, strength enough to move mountains… like a company of divine generals reborn.
“Son of God — the Blood Phoenix Mountain and the Fire Qilin Cave have both agreed, and await only a single word from you. Then we march south, trample those clay chickens and tiled dogs flat, and wash them clean with blood.”
One of the divine general descendants spoke. His voice resonated with a booming hum that caused the range of mountain peaks ahead to tremble — testament to the terrifying strength this person possessed.
“I dispatched several parties of clansmen — and even sent several Half-Saints to cross south — intending to investigate who exactly that person is. I did not expect to arrive and suffer casualties immediately.” The Celestial Emperor’s Son’s expression was cold and indifferent. He clasped his hands behind his back and stared toward the horizon, as though seeking to pierce through the void and gaze directly at the Southern Region.
“He will know how this feels — we will grind him to powder and scatter him to the winds!”
“Move out, Your Highness — whoever dares step out, we destroy them all!”
The descendants of the Eight Divine Generals each had divine power like an ocean and bloodlines pure and uncontaminated, their strength formidable beyond measure.
“I will kill him with my own hands — however, this time the people to be killed are more than just one. The Sacred Emperor’s Son will certainly appear as well, and this time I will deal with all of them in one sweep!” The Celestial Emperor’s Son said with a chill in his voice. He then turned to face the expanse of ancient black mountains behind him and instructed his subordinates: “Go inform the Blood Phoenix Mountain and the Fire Qilin Cave — tonight, we march south together!”
This night, one wave after another of upheaval arose. The Southern Region surged with noise and fervor. Beneath the starry sky, one decisive battle after another unfolded. The battle results were astonishing, shaking the eight wildernesses.
Dongfang Ye, Yan Yixi, Li Tian, Li Heishui, and the others all moved out together, intercepting a contingent of the Celestial Emperor’s Son’s forces. Without a shred of mercy, they activated the Goddess Furnace — driving that great sacred weapon — and obliterated every single person in a blaze of destruction.
Long Ma participated in such an affair for the first time and cried out repeatedly that it was exhilarating, clamoring that they should go pull off another big one — that killing and pillaging was the most satisfying thing, and they might as well just tear down the ancient clan’s base camp entirely.
The group collectively rolled their eyes. This fellow was simply the sort who feared the world was not chaotic enough — a genuine menace.
Li Tian could not help but say: “I say, Brother Horse — are you truly an auspicious beast? Are you truly the steed that only the most ancient Sacred Emperor could ever possess? How can you be this savage?”
“Brother Horse? From now on, call me Dragon Ancestor!” Long Ma corrected him with great self-importance, his whole body wreathed in flowing firelight, his scales crystalline and dazzling, his mane without a single impure strand — like divine flames leaping.
“Dragon your big ancestor!” The whole group gave him a smack.
At the same time, the Sacred Emperor’s Son also arrived in the Southern Region, within another ancient city. His blazing eyes of gold saw through all things, and he spotted a Half-Saint — recognizing him as one of the Celestial Emperor’s Son’s followers.
This battle shook the heavens. For a hundred li, the winds and clouds surged in upheaval. The monkey was too ferocious — no matter how the Half-Saint howled with rage, it availed him nothing. A single blow of the staff split his head into ten thousand petals of blood, brains splattering in all directions.
The Dou Zhan clan was the bravest under the ancient heavens, and the Sacred Emperor’s Son carried within him the blood of the Ancient Emperor — surging when it moved like thunder and crashing seas. Naturally, nothing could stand against him.
The Southern Region was in an uproar — a sleepless night. Everywhere people were in heated discussion, all attention tightly focused on the unfolding situation. People understood that a great war was about to begin.
“The mysterious person slays a Half-Saint and kills Yao Guang’s Dao Body… this night truly is one of tumultuous upheaval!”
“And now the Sacred Emperor’s Son has arrived as well — and slain another Half-Saint. Great waves are coming!”
“Three armies of the Celestial Emperor’s Son have been destroyed — each one massacred the moment they entered the Southern Region. It is a direct slap across the Celestial Emperor’s Son’s face.”
The Southern Region was roiling with upheaval. Stars filled the heavens, yet not a single cultivator had any desire for sleep. All were watching in close attention, knowing that a hurricane had come!
On this night, rumors ran rampant and all manner of reports emerged. Among them was one that drew the attention of every single person.
“Yao Guang’s true body may be about to emerge from seclusion!”
“Does he intend to quell the chaos — or does he seek a decisive duel to the death with the mysterious person?”
Yao Guang’s true body had not been seen for many years, and people were greatly unsettled, uncertain whether this was truth or fiction. The night grew even more chaotic.
“A great event has erupted! The Celestial Emperor’s Son moves south — leading the Eight Divine Generals and about to descend upon the Southern Region!” An even greater storm broke — the news arrived and shook the Southern Region to its core.
A hurricane swept through the Eastern Wilderness!