The group continued forward, with Ye Fan channeling his Source Technique, shaking heaven and earth, surveying the terrain, searching and tracking down numerous valuable clues.

Two days later, Ye Fan used his Source Technique to spot, within a mountain’s interior, a pool formed of stalactites, containing residual divine-demon fluid, and within it he again found hair and old skin — Ji Haoyue and the others had once cultivated here.

Moreover, the traces at this place were distinct, suggesting someone had lived here as recently as several dozen days ago, having only just departed.

The cracked human skin on the ground gleamed crystalline, brimming with a powerful aura, electric arcs crackling and sparking — utterly extraordinary.

This was astonishing — this was hardly discarded old skin at all; even after several dozen days, it still teemed with vigorous life force and divine power, more than enough to demonstrate its owner’s formidable strength.

“Brother Haoyue’s cultivation is very strong — he must have already entered the Sage King realm, surely among the finest here. I think with his strength, he could easily match a young Supreme Being,” Pang Bo said, picking up a crystalline piece of skin and examining it.

“Now that’s just not fair — the Void Emperor’s coffin personally clearing the way, dragging his descendants across the universe’s great treasured lands and divine grounds!” Long Ma could only feel envy on top of his envy.

The others too sucked in their breath — the Nine-Layer Ancient Coffin from the Mythic Era opening the way, dragging the Ji siblings along to obtain divine-demon fluid and the like — truly astonishing, as though deliberately fulfilling the fortunes of its descendants.

The golden bird feathers were likewise extraordinary, accompanied by crackling bursts of lightning, as though a pile of gold were being struck by thunder repeatedly.

“Could it really be that little one from back then, grown to this stage now — truly astonishing.” Ye Fan stared at these divine feathers, murmuring to himself, with a hint of wistfulness.

“These golden divine feathers shed from this bird carry a strong scent of phoenix blood,” Black Bear Sage said, sniffing at the golden feathers on the ground.

BOOM!

The sound of fighting echoed from afar — several Divine Elders had revealed themselves. No telling who was unlucky enough to be discovered by them — once encountered, even a Great Sage would meet tragedy, for none could withstand the Grand Master of Numinous Treasures’ killing formation chart.

The only option when encountering them was to flee far away — the slightest delay meant certain death.

Over there, rocks shattered and clouds crumbled, accompanied by a sky full of bloody light — clearly someone had met with disaster. After the mist of blood dispersed, calm gradually returned.

Ye Fan said, “Most of the Great Sages and Divine Elders are after the stone coffin, so as we search for the Ji siblings, we’re unlikely to encounter them under normal circumstances.”

The Void Emperor’s ancient coffin was extremely bizarre, densely covered with Dao-patterns, fused as one with the void of the cosmos. Only those of true supreme power, gods themselves, could truly walk within it — anyone else would inevitably lose their way in the void.

Ye Fan used his Source Technique to survey the mountains and terrain, searching for traces of the divine-demon fluid’s scent, using this to track the siblings and that divine bird, pressing steadily forward.

More and more clues pointed to the old friends being just ahead, hiding deep within the forbidden ground, apparently cultivating using the divine-demon fluid, at the most crucial moment, not wanting to be discovered.

At the same time, they discovered a grave problem — the Golden Serpent lords, the Gold-Devouring Beast, Di Tian, and other young Supreme Beings were also active in the area, potentially able to encounter Ji Ziyue and the others.

“If it’s not Sang Gu, then it’s Shen Lan leading the way — they’re descendants of the primordial gods and demons, most sensitive to the aura of this place; earnestly tracking the divine-demon fluid might come easily to them!”

Once he’d made this judgment, Ye Fan could no longer stay calm, pushing his Source Technique to the absolute limit, shaking heaven and earth, causing sun, moon, and rivers alike to tremble, tracking the aura of that treasured fluid, drawing closer to his old friends through it.

Two days later, they heard a strange sound — a mountain peak trembling, formation patterns spreading like ripples, clearly someone attacking a Dao-land there.

“The scent of divine-demon fluid!” Ye Fan’s expression changed, charging forward, speed pushed to the absolute limit, crossing over towering mountain ranges, arriving at a place dense with ancient trees.

A massive black peak stood there, not a blade of grass growing on its surface, formation patterns spreading outward, radiating beam after beam of brilliant glow.

The Divine Race’s Heavenly Maiden Shen Lan, Stone Man Sacred Spirit, Bronze Ant King, and others, along with some unfamiliar faces, had arrived here, attacking this black mountain, wearing away at its many formation patterns, leaving it thoroughly cracked.

This wasn’t the burial place of gods and demons themselves, so naturally it held no legacy of the primordial gods and demons’ Dao — but it had been artificially inscribed with a great formation, fused with the vast void of the cosmos.

“This is the technique from the Void Emperor’s Scripture, related to the chessboard formation pattern!” Ye Fan recognized it at a glance, discovering the mystery within.

Though this great formation was intricate and profound, it couldn’t withstand the assault of so many young powerhouses, cracks appearing, its patterns finally utterly worn away, the mountain collapsing amid rumbling thunder.

“This must have been set up by the Ji siblings — could they be within the mountain?”

BOOM!

Rocks shattered, dust surged skyward — this mountain peak was smashed to pieces, its formation patterns finally utterly worn away, the mountain collapsing amid rumbling thunder.

Stone Man, Shen Lan, Bronze Ant King, and the others were no ordinary figures — each a peerless expert among the younger generation, either Sacred Spirits or of Divine Race lineage, supreme and holy, rarely rivaled.

Together, they were truly formidable — even a Great Sage might furrow his brow, after all, this was a group of people, not just one or two — the future of the world belonged to them.

BOOM!

The black mountain collapsed. Ye Fan sensed a familiar aura and stepped out from hiding, his entire body radiating golden blood-energy, every movement of his hands and feet as though pushing the sun, moon, and stars along their course, like some ancient divine lord.

He blocked the path of all these formidable figures, fearing his old friends within the mountain might be hurt.

“It’s you — you dare block our path!” Stone Man held a grudge against Ye Fan, well known among the young Supreme Beings of this generation. Ever since setting foot in the Mythic Ancient Domain, conflicts between them had erupted more than once.

The main cause, of course, was that Ye Fan had once killed a Sacred Spirit in the past, bringing a curse upon himself — though that curse-ring had gradually worn away, the Sacred Spirit clan could still sense it.

Ye Fan’s eyes were cold and indifferent; he didn’t respond to Stone Man’s words, instead sweeping his gaze over everyone present, surveying the world with disdain.

In this place, all manner of divine and demonic essence lay buried beneath the earth; he could wield his Source Technique freely, and even surrounded by these formidable figures, he feared nothing, unafraid even of a group battle.

Moreover, there weren’t as many people as one might imagine — only eight or nine in total. If the Ji siblings were here, combined with Pang Bo, Long Ma and the rest, they could easily dominate this group of enemies.

“Ye Fan, I’ve always hoped you’d join our clan — have you considered it? Why block our way now?” Shen Lan asked, her crystalline body wrapped in a divine ring, dazzling and resplendent, truly like a heavenly maiden.

“There are old friends of mine within this mountain — I don’t want them harmed.” Ye Fan said calmly.

“Take your leave of this life — twenty years searching for you and failing, today I’ll send you on your way!” Stone Man was the first to strike, this race renowned as unrivaled, truly rare to find any equal among their peers.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan threw a punch — left hand as tiger, right hand as dragon, dragon’s roar and tiger’s howl thundering, deafening — these were two of the Four Symbols, immortal spirits, manifested within his boxing technique, fully displaying the dominant might of dragon and tiger vying for supremacy, suppressing all corners of heaven and earth!

Amid a blaze of blinding light, his fist collided directly with the Sacred Spirit’s palm, a direct hard clash, the shockwave sending the young Supreme Beings around them flying backward.

In this era, who would dare compare bodily toughness with a Sacred Spirit? Perhaps only the Human Race’s Holy Body would come out swinging like this, going all-out in direct confrontation!

The Sacred Spirit’s body was imperishable, incredibly tough, nearly unbreakable — yet at this moment, Stone Man let out a muffled grunt, his right fist cracking apart, blood spraying, and then with a burst, his entire arm exploded outward.

This was a matter of overall momentum, not that such a powerful Sage King-level Stone Man couldn’t withstand even a single strike from Ye Fan — rather, both had unleashed their utmost, sublimated, wild power, capable of deciding victory within three to five exchanges.

This was a clash of bodies, a contest of the Grand Dao, life and death decided in an instant!

Everyone else was shaken — that a Sacred Spirit, renowned across the world for bodily supremacy, couldn’t withstand the Human Race’s Holy Body left them feeling utterly powerless. Twenty years unseen, and Ye Fan’s blood-energy had grown ever more vast and mighty, seemingly on the verge of becoming unrivaled beneath the heavens.

Ye Fan pressed forward, intent on slaying the Sacred Spirit, taking his head — but at this moment, everyone else struck as well, since they were now allied, united against a common foe.

“BOOM!”

Without a word, Ye Fan didn’t bother trading blows with so many at once, instead directly unleashing his Source Technique, shifting mountains and rivers, blotting out sun and moon.

“Not good, retreat!”

Someone shouted, seeing the danger in this — the terrain here had become unfathomable, all the mountains and rivers seemingly bowing to Ye Fan alone, placing him in the most advantageous position, formation patterns surfacing.

Poof!

In the end, someone was a step too slow retreating — Ye Fan struck, charging forward, three consecutive punches, smashing that person into a mist of blood.

“BOOM!”

At the same time, he pursued Stone Man once more, shattering his other arm, Sacred Spirit blood spraying out, a shocking sight.

At the critical moment, Bronze Ant King stepped in to help him, and Stone Man narrowly escaped disaster. His face turned ashen, his expression darkening to the extreme, retreating to the rear.

“If you want to keep living, don’t show up in front of me again, and don’t try to compete with me.” Ye Fan mocked him.

Stone Man was furious, clenching his fists tight, but in the end held back, not pressing forward. In all these years, who had ever left him this humiliated? His old adversary now seemed to have left him far behind, filling him with resentment and, at the same time, a sense of helplessness.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough — as a Stone Man, blessed by heaven and earth, possessing all manner of extraordinary methods and divine abilities, unrivaled across an entire domain — yet he still couldn’t kill the Human Race’s Holy Body.

“Brother Ye, aren’t you being a bit too domineering?” Shen Lan, the Divine Race’s Heavenly Maiden, who had been coldly watching from the side, spoke up, displeasure showing on her face, preparing to strike.

“What I said is the truth — there really are old friends of mine within this mountain.” Ye Fan replied.

“Nonsense, you clearly want to seize the divine-demon fluid!” The others naturally didn’t believe him, and showed no sign of backing down, each eyeing him with cold, hostile gazes.

Suddenly, a monstrous wave of energy erupted, spreading out from within the shattered black mountain, shattering countless rocks and stones into powder.

A resplendent cocoon appeared, radiating treasured light — someone was undergoing nirvana, in the midst of a transformation of shedding their mortal coil, now emerging from seclusion. And, in that very same place, there was a chessboard teleportation formation — this cocoon seemed to want to flee, but as though sensing something, it shuddered violently and shot straight toward where Ye Fan stood.

“This is… a cocoon formed from divine-demon fluid — someone has absorbed its essence within!”

“Fragments of the Grand Dao from the primordial gods and demons, dissolved into the treasured fluid, equivalent to countless ancient legacies fused into one — whoever obtained this has gained a truly defiant stroke of fortune.”

The Divine Race, the Sacred Spirit, and other powerful bloodlines present were all filled with shock and envy, wishing they themselves could have been inside that cocoon.

“Crack!”

Fissures spread across the cocoon’s surface, auspicious energy billowing forth, radiant light streaming out in a thousand beams, immortal energy in ten thousand strands — the person within was about to emerge, clearly recognizing Ye Fan, otherwise they wouldn’t feel safe enough to break free of the cocoon right beside him.