Ruins City, the center of the burial ground of stars, had tall walls built of azure-gold stone, gleaming with a cold, dim luster, renowned deep within the human race’s ancient path.

Ye Fan gazed at this city from afar, sensing waves of powerful blood energy—there was undoubtedly an unrivaled powerhouse stationed here, after all, the Star Ruins held an Emperor’s mausoleum.

Having concluded one battle, Ye Fan didn’t want to attract too much attention. Using the Heaven-Reversing Technique from his source arts, he reshaped the forms of the twelve Sacred Ones, letting them enter the city separately.

Even the Dragon Horse, though unwilling, transformed into a red-haired burly man, quite imposing and hegemonic, a pair of bronze-bell eyes blazing like torches.

Being a Sacred Beast, even without choosing human form, transforming into a human body was still quite easy—it simply didn’t like to do so on ordinary days.

“Even transformed into a human, this one is still above others. Even amid the vast sea of people, it’s impossible not to stand out—this is an innate Supreme’s bearing.” The Dragon Horse boasted shamelessly.

Unfortunately, when the Golden Lion walked over, it consciously shut its mouth—this was a man with golden hair flowing loose, godlike, his whole body radiating golden light, his divine bearing resplendent.

Ye Fan entered the city last. After seeing them off, he circled around this ancient city floating in the universe, investigating the city’s Dao patterns, order, divine chains, and the like.

As Ye Fan drew near the city gate, he suddenly heard the sound of clanking chains, ringing loudly and piercingly, accompanied by a wave of cold, chilling air approaching.

He couldn’t help but turn to look back. In the starry sky, a procession of men and horses was rapidly approaching, chasing after stars and the moon, wreathed in mist, arriving like ghostly soldiers crossing a border.

This was a cold, indifferent troop of soldiers, their entire bodies covered in black armor, from head to toe protected by iron garments, filled with an air of killing intent and eeriness.

Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat. Using his source arts to sense them, he felt this was a group of dead people—the feeling was very familiar. Almost instantly, two words surfaced in his mind—the Netherworld.

The feeling was too similar—these were ghost soldiers, and even more powerful, all Sacred Ones. Despite being clad in black iron garments, they were still different from ordinary people, a wisp of ghostly mist surrounding them.

They carried a bronze coffin, covered all over in green rust, as if it hadn’t been opened in tens of millions of years, an eerie fluctuation emanating from within, as if a supremely powerful being slumbered inside.

The clanking sound came precisely from the bronze coffin, wrapped round with chain after chain, locking the bronze coffin so tightly it could not be opened.

This was an eerie scene—a dozen or so extremely powerful ghost soldiers carrying a bronze coffin flying straight toward Ruins City, startling people while also making them feel utterly baffled.

“The Netherworld’s people have emerged!” Ye Fan thought silently, not knowing why they would appear here. Ordinary people would certainly not recognize them—not everyone possessed source arts.

There seemed to be an extremely powerful presence within the bronze coffin. Though he had not seen it, Ye Fan vaguely sensed it was certainly a powerhouse capable of overawing one side.

The soldiers guarding the city did not stop them—upon seeing them produce a token, they let them pass, the entire process without the slightest disturbance.

Ye Fan, after declaring himself a trial-taker, also entered the city smoothly. This ancient city wasn’t so strict; it seemed the guards also knew this star region had all sorts mixed together, and turned a blind eye.

Entering the city, he immediately sensed a strange atmosphere—many people were whispering, whether in teahouses or restaurants, cultivators were discussing something.

“How could this happen? A river of the Yellow Springs poured down from the starry sky, as if connecting to the Nine Serenities Netherworld itself, ghostly energy surging there.”

“It’s truly bizarre. Could it be that the Path to Immortality is about to manifest, that even the Yellow Springs of the Nine Serenities have entered the mortal world, creating such a scene?”

Hearing these rumors, Ye Fan was immediately astonished—something strange had occurred here, drawing everyone into discussion, everyone uneasy.

Soon, he learned some specific details—a mysterious river of Yellow Springs had appeared within the Star Ruins, flowing through the starry sky, but anyone who approached it would instantly be dissolved.

This was somewhat inconceivable—for a river of the Nine Serenities’ Yellow Springs to appear out of nowhere in the resplendent starry sky, flowing there, defied common sense, making people both anxious and afraid.

“What do you all know? How could an underworld river of Yellow Springs possibly appear out of thin air, flowing through the starry sky? Some Dao-protectors have concluded that the Emperor’s mausoleum has cracked open, and through the void, wisps of energy have leaked out.”

“I’ve also heard that it might be that the Emperor’s tomb has cracked, and the aura left by the Emperor’s corpse has seeped into the marsh waters, transforming into the Yellow Springs flowing out from the mausoleum.”

No one in this world had ever seen a complete Emperor’s corpse—perhaps they did not want later generations to see the desolate truth that even they, invincible for a lifetime, still could not escape death.

They would leave behind no essence blood, immortal bones, or the like—not even a single strand of hair—except in the case of the birth of a divine will; otherwise, there would never be such abnormal phenomena.

The situation within the Star Ruins was very peculiar—in the starry sky near the ancient mausoleum, Yellow Springs water had actually appeared, and flowing out of thin air no less—almost unprecedented, ancient or modern.

At first, people were puzzled, until the Dao-protectors arrived and, after careful analysis, concluded that it was the Emperor corpse’s aura seeping into the marsh waters within the mausoleum, creating this scene.

This caused an uproar in Ruins City. A true Emperor’s corpse had always been difficult to witness—comparable to an immortal in status—and now there might be a chance to see it, even obtain it, naturally sparking a sensation.

Ye Fan was stunned. From the Burial Emperor Star to the human race’s ancient path, he had experienced much, but this was the first time he had heard news that an Emperor’s corpse was about to emerge, before all the cultivators.

Then, his head suddenly buzzed—he sensed great trouble. The Netherworld’s people had come, their purpose obvious—they were here for the Emperor’s corpse.

Over all these years, ghost soldiers crossing borders had always been transporting corpses across various ancient star regions. It was said that once these lost ancient corpses entered the Netherworld, they would regain terrifying combat power.

And here there was an Emperor’s corpse, almost mythical. Even the mysterious Netherworld could not sit still, dispatching unrivaled experts today—they were here to seize the immortal bones, to build a foundation for ten thousand generations.

Dragons roared and tigers howled, the ancient city trembling. People were astonished to discover a green war chariot galloping in, entering the city.

The green war chariot was actually made of stone, not metal, and only a bit over a meter long, small enough to be called dainty. Pulling the chariot was a purple dragon and a white tiger, also no more than a meter long, crystalline all over, both made of stone.

Sacred Spirits!

People’s expressions changed—this was not human, but the most powerful and formidable race of Sacred Spirits, entering the human race’s ancient city, immediately sparking a wave of panic.

This species was the most powerful—being unrivaled among its own rank was practically synonymous with them, their numbers rare; in the vast star region, seeing even a few was already extremely difficult.

“Fellow Dao-protector of the Sacred Spirit lineage, you intrude upon our human race’s sacred city—what is your intention?” The Dao-protector stationed in the city transmitted his voice, making the magnificent great city rumble and tremble.

“I mean no harm. Passing by the Emperor’s mausoleum, I sensed a great wave, and wished to join you all, staying to observe.” From within the meter-long stone war chariot walked out a Daoist.

His whole body was a bluish-brown color, entirely made of stone, only a bit over a meter tall, yet not a single person dared to mock him. Though not physically imposing, he carried an air of swallowing heaven and earth, supreme and unrivaled.

His pair of eyes were like golden lanterns, shooting out sharp beams of light, oppressing people to the point of trembling. Fortunately, he hadn’t deliberately released his aura, or else the various heroes would not have been able to bear it.

With a stone dragon and stone tiger as his divine steeds pulling the chariot, this Sacred Spirit was absolutely extraordinarily powerful, likely not weaker than the Sacred Spirits Cang Yan and Ao Mang, who had fought at Great Moon Slope over twenty years ago.

Powerhouses of the Netherworld and experts of the Sacred Spirit lineage had all arrived—the corpse of the ancient Emperor truly held immense allure, drawing them all out despite themselves.

Ye Fan’s brow furrowed deeply, worry filling his heart. The Star Ruins had become a forbidden zone, few daring to venture out. Pang Bo was trapped within the tomb—wasn’t this dangerous?

“There are a dozen or so continents in total—in which region is the Yellow Springs flowing?” He asked around.

Ye Fan had entered this ancient city to avoid stirring up too much trouble, keeping a low profile. For now, no one knew he was the Sacred Body, from the Burial Emperor Star.

“In the starry sky where Yunmiao Continent is located,” someone answered, informing him of the situation.

Ye Fan let out a breath of relief. He had already learned some of the situation—it wasn’t the ancient continent where Pang Bo was, still quite far from there. There were over a dozen enormous continents floating in this universe, all being important sites within the Star Ruins.

“The Emperor’s corpse might appear in the mortal world—even I’ve grown curious, wanting to take a look. By then, likely many experts will rush over, and this place will surely fall into chaos,” Ye Fan murmured to himself, deciding to hurry and rescue Pang Bo, or else it would likely become quite troublesome by then.

Not long after, he left Ruins City, and in a place with no one around, deployed the Divine Light Platform, crossing over according to the star position he had learned of.

Before long, he appeared deep within the star region, where an ancient continent floated, extremely silent, a flow of Dao power moving slowly.

There were cultivators exploring this continent, though not many, all coming with an attitude of fishing in troubled waters. Some time ago, Pang Bo had called out from deep within the continent’s Emperor mausoleum, transmitting his voice outward, truly shaking everyone.

Unfortunately, over all these days, no one had been able to breach the gate, many powerhouses dying in vain, unable to break open the underground palace.

Ye Fan searched, without any twisted or strange process occurring, without any complicated eerie events happening—everything was quite ordinary. He went directly to search near the entrance of the great tomb.

“Pang Bo…” He transmitted his voice inward.

The ancient tomb was completely silent, no response, dead still. Ye Fan’s heart sank at that moment, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

“Pang Bo, I’m here, are you still there!?” Ye Fan roared loudly, clenching his fists, his heart filled with worry and tension.

Pang Bo had exposed himself to buy Ye Fan time, luring the Hegemon here, letting the various heroes come attack this great tomb—had something gone wrong now?

Ye Fan’s roar was very loud, shaking these mountains and rivers, startling many cultivators exploring here, involuntarily turning to look.

“Could it be the Sacred Body has arrived?” The crowd, filled with awe, involuntarily retreated.

Ye Fan’s bloody battle with the Hegemon, causing the latter’s dream to shatter in the human race’s Fiftieth City, had already spread across the starry ancient path, making all trial-takers wary of him beyond measure, regarding him as the most terrifying person of the future.

At this moment, guessing that he had arrived, people’s hearts naturally trembled, retreating backward, afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

“You are… Ye Zi!?” Suddenly, a voice came from within the ancient tomb, so familiar that all of Ye Fan’s tension instantly vanished.

“It’s me. Why didn’t you respond just now? I’m here to save you!” Ye Fan’s heart surged with excitement, shouting loudly.

“I was just now sleeping against the coffin board,” Pang Bo answered boisterously, still with his old personality, clearly just as excited, saying: “Us brothers have finally met again!”

Ye Fan laughed—that he could say such words proved he must be fine, otherwise he couldn’t be this relaxed, saying: “So many years now—have you been well?”

“Everything else is fine, it’s just I’ve been eating coffin boards every day, long since sick of them,” Pang Bo laughed heartily.

Far off, a group of ascetic cultivators shed tears—that was the Peach of Immortality, and he’d actually grown sick of it. They would gladly trade places, being locked in a great tomb for years just to eat it.

“Listen to me…” Ye Fan transmitted his voice. Now was not the time for reminiscing; he told him of the strange events in the Star Ruins, telling him that when the various heroes went to open the Yellow Springs void, he would use the Origin Heaven Divine Formation to borrow power from that direction, cracking open this place, helping Pang Bo escape his confinement.

“The Emperor’s corpse emerging—Ye Zi, I feel this doesn’t add up. There might be something else going on here!” Pang Bo said. Being inside the great Emperor’s ancient mausoleum himself, he naturally understood more than others.

Ye Fan nodded, saying: “I feel something’s off too, but that’s not important right now. As long as the various heroes exert force, I’ll borrow power through the Origin Heaven Divine Formation and save you first!”