The bronze war chariot rumbled onward, departing into the distance, continuing to proclaim the god’s decree across the world, demanding that all unite to exterminate the invaders from beyond the realm.
“Big trouble. Many will likely suffer disaster this time. Fortunately we heard about it here, or we might have been caught off guard.” Pang Bo said, now wary about the idea of leaving this place.
“There’s a great fortune here — do we seize it or not?” Long Ma, indifferent to everything else, stared fixedly at the crystalline pools within the forbidden ground.
This place was once the battlefield of the gods, born in the Age of Myth. Every ten thousand years it gave birth to some Divine-Demon Liquid — a treasure that seized the fortune of heaven and earth, something even the ruler of the Divine Realm cared about, using it to extend their life.
“It hasn’t fully matured yet, but it looks very difficult to seize. There are many powerful figures stationed here. The slightest misstep would alarm the Divine Realm — and if we provoke that ruler into dealing with us, we’d be in serious trouble.” the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon said.
The mountain wind blew past, scattered leaves swirling through the forbidden ground, the mountain forest swaying, only the massive stone coffin remaining motionless.
Autumn had come to this shore, colder and bleaker than anyone could have imagined, a chilling cold sweeping across the entire land.
Before a day had passed, the god’s decree moved the world — powerful figures from every race emerged together, searching for the invaders from beyond the realm, launching a world-shaking bloodbath.
In this battle, the Earth Corpse, the Great Demon God, the Sky-Devouring Beast, Sanggu, the divine clan’s Xin Lan, the Gold-Devouring Beast, and other renowned figures rose like comets, ascending on this shore.
Even more so, the three young lords of the Golden Serpent Clan forcibly clashed with a Divine Son of the Divine Realm, themselves stirring up a whirlwind of destruction.
Blood splattered across this ancient life-bearing star, fierce battles breaking out constantly. The locals had a special method to distinguish people — everyone on this shore carried a special mark.
Because every race worshipped the gods and paid homage to the Divine Realm, a divine brand would appear on their bodies, radiating brilliant sacred light whenever they cultivated their power.
“The power of faith — the ruler of the Divine Realm is gathering pure mental power. Could it really be trying to achieve immortality? Throughout history, several powerful figures have done this — all of them formidable individuals!”
The Undying Emperor and Amitabha Buddha were both masters of this path — the former worshipped by countless races, the latter having founded a religion with followers spread across the world, delivering them vast amounts of pure mental power.
“We must find out exactly what kind of existence the ruler of the Divine Realm really is.” Ye Fan murmured to himself.
They hid outside this forbidden ground, quietly observing the formation of the Divine-Demon Liquid — truly bizarre. Those mountain ranges seemed alive, crawling like earth dragons, cracking open today, seeping out treasure liquid.
However, from the discussions of those guarding the area, they also learned this wasn’t enough yet — it needed a settling process before the Divine-Demon Liquid could truly mature.
They did not know this process might take several years, even over a decade, at which point the god would personally come to drink it. These people were merely responsible for guarding it.
Ye Fan’s group didn’t know the exact timeframe, so they cultivated quietly outside the mountain range, sitting cross-legged on the peaks, watching day after day, yet the Divine-Demon Liquid never fully formed.
The pools had indeed grown more numerous, shimmering with crystalline light, but from what they overheard, this would continue for a long time — they likely wouldn’t be able to wait it out.
Outside, the world had already turned upside down. The great Saints and Young Supremes who had come from beyond the realm were none of them easy to deal with — though most had gone into hiding, they would occasionally cause an uproar.
It was a storm, a great tempest sweeping across the entire ancient star.
However, one event left many Young Supremes terrified and many great Saints trembling — a beam of divine light flew out from the Divine Realm, terrifying beyond measure, killing an alien great Saint outright, obliterating both body and soul.
No one had clearly seen what kind of weapon it was. Some said it was an avatar of the god descending, slaying demons and eradicating evil, come to suppress all directions and restore a clear and bright world to this shore.
Others said it was a quasi-Emperor artifact, capable of slaughtering any opponent without mercy — even if the enemy was a great Saint, they would still perish.
Still others said it was a true Emperor-level weapon, revived and crossing hundreds of thousands of li, slaying the alien great Saint like a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping, fierce and dominant.
On this day, those guarding outside the forbidden ground cried out in alarm, all losing their composure, pointing toward the depths of the restricted zone, unable to speak.
They saw that the pools, the many pools of Divine-Demon Liquid, were all flowing toward the depths of the mountain range — even uphill, even with mountain ridges blocking the way, it still managed to flow through.
“There’s a living being in the forbidden ground, performing some technique to draw out this divine liquid — right in the direction of the Nine-Layer Coffin from the Age of Myth.” these people shouted in alarm, yet there was nothing they could do to stop it.
No one dared venture deep inside. It was said that only the god could enter this generation — but ever since that massive stone coffin fell from the sky, even the ruler of the Divine Realm had not set foot there.
Ye Fan and Pang Bo grew agitated, secretly sending voice transmissions, turning them into strands of Dao waves, shaking them toward the depths of the forbidden ground — but unfortunately, they received no response. The many peaks rose up, bearing strange symbols upon them that could erase outside forces.
“This truly is a natural dam, blocking and filtering everything — anyone who enters will be killed without mercy.” Ye Fan sighed deeply.
Was it truly the Ji siblings? Someone was drawing out the Divine-Demon Liquid, clearly snatching food from a tiger’s mouth, seizing it right out of the god’s hands — there would surely be great trouble ahead.
“Guard me while I take a closer look!” Ye Fan said. He chose a spot, rising into the ninth heaven, sitting cross-legged in the void, opening his Heavenly Eye, gazing far into the deepest mist-shrouded mountains.
“Rumble!”
The countless mountains and ravines roared together. As the two beams of golden light shot from Ye Fan’s eyes broke through the limits, entering the true restricted zone, many mountain ranges began to tremble, as though one solemn divine statue after another had come back to life.
One ancient symbol after another appeared on the mountain bodies, then crushed down upon the two beams of light.
A sharp pain shot through Ye Fan’s eyes, and then his heart filled with horror — those were forms of the Great Dao, utterly beyond comprehension, each possessing a supreme majesty.
“The Dao of the gods!”
He understood at once — every mountain peak was the burial ground of a god. In the Age of Myth, the most tragic and brutal battle had taken place here, said to have even involved the Ancient Heavenly Venerates.
So many divine remains piled together — how terrifying a truth that must be!
Each symbol represented one god or demon; with so many glowing at once, anyone who came here would suffer defeat. Ye Fan naturally felt the overwhelming pressure, unbearable to withstand.
A trace of golden blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto his robe, startling Pang Bo, Long Ma, and the others, who hurried to stop him, urging him not to push himself.
“Ye Zi, are you alright?”
“It’s not the Dao of the gods that injured me — it’s the old Dao-wound from before. It’s truly troublesome, always affecting me somewhat.” Ye Fan frowned.
The Dao-wound within his body wasn’t too severe and didn’t affect his ability to fight others, but it never fully healed, occasionally causing him to spit out golden blood.
This wound wasn’t a major problem, but it was neither good nor bad, which was also frustrating — over time, would the Human Race’s Sage Body become a sickly body? Even if it didn’t affect his combat power, coughing up golden blood from time to time always made him look somewhat unwell.
“Rather than call this a forbidden ground, it might be better to call it a treasure trove. Each peak stands alone, each condensing into an ancient symbol — that is the manifestation of their Dao. If one could fully comprehend them all, it would mean understanding the gods themselves!”
Ye Fan stared at the massive stone coffin, then gazed toward the vast, mysterious misty region behind it. A strange light flickered in his eyes — were the Ji siblings there?
He had Pang Bo, Long Ma, and the others guard him, opening his unique Origin Heavenly Eye, his heart somewhat stirred — could that brother and sister pair truly be about to appear?
The light shooting from his eyes grew even more dazzling, like two heavenly swords splitting open the void, reaching the deepest point, gradually revealing the scene on the other side of the stone coffin.
There, a lake lay clear and pure, mist tinted with color, ancient medicinal herbs perfuming the air, clear springs babbling — and beyond that, an ancient grotto-heaven released billowing rosy light, truly resembling a genuine immortal’s dwelling.
The only thing missing was birds and beasts — too tranquil, lacking any sense of movement, and it was precisely this that made this lush and radiant divine land feel as though it lacked vitality.
Boom!
The myriad mountains trembled, the Dao of the gods appearing again, each peak showing an ancient symbol, erasing Ye Fan’s golden gaze, and rebounding with a terrifying force that made the myriad heavenly Daos resonate.
With a deep hum, Ye Fan’s body shook violently, blood dripping from his eyes, his eyeballs nearly shattering — the backlash was abnormally terrifying.
Yet he did not give up. He circulated his secret technique, repairing the wounds on his body, his gaze growing even brighter — he had to find out whether the Ji siblings were truly there.
If they were, the two of them might have a great fortune awaiting them; if not, they were likely in grave danger!
This time, Ye Fan’s entire body glowed. Not only did his eyes captivate all who looked upon them, but atop his Sage Platform sat a golden figure, cross-legged, reciting true scriptures, gazing far into the distance.
The myriad mountains resonated together, symbol after symbol blocking his sight — merely his gaze passing through them shook his body violently. One could imagine what kind of crisis his true body would face if it actually went there — truly worthy of being called an ancient restricted zone.
This time he broke through the boundary, his gaze reaching even deeper, and he caught sight of a living creature — its whole body seemingly cast from gold, dazzling and radiant, resembling a golden immortal phoenix, its speed rivaling lightning, streaking a brilliant trail of light.
This was a divine bird, too radiant, incomparably beautiful, truly resembling an immortal phoenix descended into the world, its gorgeous feathers cutting a dazzling arc of light.
This was the fleeting glimpse Ye Fan managed to capture — there were living beings deep in the restricted zone, and extremely powerful ones at that!
In that instant, his expression froze — he saw another familiar figure, graceful and beautiful, joyfully running along, then leaping up with a flourish, full of vitality. The young woman landed lightly on the back of the golden divine bird, soaring together with it, like an immortal maiden dancing in the sky.
“Ziyue, it really seems to be him!” Ye Fan exclaimed softly.
It was too far away — that figure had her back to him, black hair dancing, each strand shimmering, her whole body glowing, making her appear hazy, and she vanished in a flash before he could truly confirm it.
The main reason was that his eyes were nearly splitting apart, golden blood dripping drop by drop — he had been wounded by the symbols of the gods, obscuring his sight.
“Ye Zi, don’t try again!” Pang Bo warned sternly, afraid he would harm his own origin and worsen his Dao-wound.
“It’s fine, I’ll try once more.” Ye Fan forced his Heavenly Eye open again, but unfortunately, this time the place was already empty — that person and bird had rushed into the deepest part of the restricted zone.
“You’re saying that Ziyue can move freely within a life-forbidden ground, and there’s even something like a golden immortal phoenix protecting her?” Pang Bo was astonished after hearing what he’d seen.
Long Ma, the Golden Lion, the Black Bear Saint, and the others were even more stunned — this was the burial ground of the gods; since ancient times no one had ever been able to survive within it, yet she could play there freely.
“Who are you people?” a stern voice called out from the distance.
Ye Fan’s eyes had just flashed with divine radiance, piercing through the void, gazing far into the depths of the forbidden ground — those two beams of golden light had alarmed the group of powerful figures guarding this place.
Pang Bo, Blue Luan, and the Black Bear Saint all prepared for battle. Ye Fan, however, remained calm and fearless — having just caught that fleeting glimpse of Ji Ziyue, his heart was completely at ease. There was nothing left to worry about; he feared no battle.