Yinyue was killed, Chiyun was dead, and now Tuluan too had perished. Within a few short days, three Ancestor Kings had fallen, meeting an end where both body and dao were extinguished.
Their deaths were all caused by one person—the name “Human Race’s Sacred Body” swept across the Eastern Wastes, the Central Prefecture, and the Southern Ridges like a hurricane.
Striking down sages, beheading Ancestor Kings, warring against the Ancient Clans—Ye Fan’s name shook the world. By now, even some ordinary mortals had heard this name.
“Is the Human Race’s Sacred Body trying to defy heaven itself?”
Even the sages were stunned. In this kind of environment, possessing a peerless immortal artifact like the Green Cauldron, one would think hiding would barely be enough—yet he struck with thunderous force, killing sages one after another, going against all reason.
“Dead—another Ancestor King has fallen. Ruling over a domain during the Primordial Era, yet in the end meeting such an outcome.”
In the eyes of the sages, Ye Fan was too “ferocious”—possessing such combat power before even attaining sagehood made many deeply uneasy. This was simply like a vengeful spirit that had broken free of hell’s shackles and killed its way out.
Crack!
Within the Hundun Clan, in a magnificent great hall, an old man suddenly stood up from his throne, crushing a wine cup made from a sage’s skull into pieces, crimson blood and wine splattering, spraying across the floor.
This was a stretch of continuous mountain ranges, the great hall ancient, grand and majestic, towering upon the peaks, disappearing into the clouds.
The Hundun Clan ranked among the ten strongest royal clans, its sages possessing skills that reached the heavens—their leading figures were naturally no ordinary matter. The wine cup the old man had crushed was cast from a sage’s skull.
“Tuluan is dead, dragged away from the edge of our clan’s territory by the Human Race’s Sacred Body—did no one stop him?”
“Search him out for me! Whether it’s his Green Cauldron or his head, I want it obtained!” The old man roared like an enraged lion, and after his furious bellow, many mountain ranges crumbled.
The surroundings fell silent, the clan’s many experts not daring to breathe loudly, all crouching like kittens, listening to his reprimand.
“Interesting. All these days have passed, and those old immortals still haven’t found the Human Race’s Sacred Body—instead, he’s slaughtered three sages. I imagine some people must be jumping in rage.” A gloating voice sounded from within an ancient hall, belonging to the Beginning Royal Clan.
This was an unfathomably deep clan, second to none except the Ancient Imperial Clan—known as the foremost royal clan in the world, more terrifying than even the Hundun Clan or the Great Strength Bull Demon Royal Clan.
“Search carefully—I want the Human Race’s Sacred Body dead, and the Green Cauldron brought back to me!” The gloating voice eventually turned cold.
In the past, only the Silver Blood Royal Clan could rival them, but unfortunately, that crownless royal clan had declined, vanishing into the dust of history.
“Chiyun was too incompetent—killed by the Human Race’s Sacred Body without even sending out word. My goal of having him drawn out wasn’t achieved—he died in vain.”
This was a sinister voice, belonging to the mastermind behind several Ancient Kings who had been jumping around—he was the one who had wanted to set a trap for Ye Fan, but unfortunately failed to achieve his goal.
At present, almost no one could break the Emperor Wushi’s Heaven-Deceiving Array Patterns. Even if imperfect, with some flaw, ancient sages still couldn’t fully perceive their mysteries.
Every time before Ye Fan made a move, he would seal off the land, and when killing Chiyun and Tuluan, not a shred of heavenly secret leaked out—untraceable.
If Ye Fan were present, he would certainly be shocked—for this place originated from the Myriad Dragon Nest, a lineage with two great sages, though the state of one was very peculiar, alternating between life and death, not recognized by others, yet still enough to shock the world.
Father and son, both great sages—this was the most astonishing legend of the Primordial Era, having shaken that period of time. The two had successively attained the Dao, stunning the entire clan.
“Wei Yi has been watching the world’s few remaining great sages—is he willing to go so far as to fight, then? We shouldn’t act rashly.”
Within the Myriad Dragon Nest, Great Sage Qianlun instructed his grandson—the same one who had just spoken with a sinister voice.
“When will Great-Grandfather awaken?” The sinister voice sounded again.
“Perhaps soon, perhaps there’s no hope at all,” Qianlun said.
“How astonishing Great-Grandfather was back then, comparable to the peerless divine figure Di Que. What a pity he was born two thousand years too late, unable to attain the Dao.”
The speaker was Qianlun’s direct grandson, named Leizhan, who had already attained sagehood back in the Primordial Era—a heaven-gifted genius far stronger than an ordinary Ancestor King, and he had designs on seizing the Green Cauldron.
“The Primordial Man-Demon back then… was truly too powerful! Devouring sun and swallowing moon, roaring until stars shattered, devouring not a few Ancestor Kings. Your great-grandfather was struck by the two sacred forces of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang through carelessness—had it been anyone else, they would have long since turned to ash.” Great Sage Qianlun spoke of the past, still lingering with fear.
Back then, the Primordial Man-Demon, cultivating both Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang sacred power simultaneously, threw the world into chaos, treating the Ancient Clans’ sages as blood food, making people tremble.
If not for the fact that he was a god by day and a demon by night, often losing his sanity, who knows how many more would have died.
The Myriad Dragon Nest’s two great sages went to hunt him down together, paying a heavy price—if not for sacrificing the Myriad Dragon Bell at the critical moment, an ancient imperial weapon capable of killing gods, that battle would have ended very differently.
“How infuriating—though we suppressed that Primordial Man-Demon, we failed to obtain the two ancient scriptures of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang!” Leizhan said, unwilling to let it go.
His great-grandfather was still in a coma to this day, having formed a cocoon and sealed himself within a dead shell due to the power of Yang and Yin—whether he could awaken was hard to say.
They had wanted to search the Man-Demon’s sea of consciousness, but nearly caused it to explode, and had no choice but to seal it, planning to find another way. Unfortunately, in the end, Ye Fan had taken the Man-Demon away from the Myriad Dragon Nest.
“I wonder where that Man-Demon is now—this has always been a great concern…” Great Sage Qianlun frowned. He wanted the Green Cauldron, and also wanted to capture Ye Fan alive to question him.
Unfortunately, even if Ye Fan were willing to answer, there likely wouldn’t be a clear result.
After the Primordial Man-Demon devoured the Crocodile Ancestor on the ancient star Yinghuo, fearing that he might bring chaos to the world while in his demon state, he exiled himself into eternity, and no one knew where in the dark universe he now resided.
Qianlun murmured to himself, “The broken Green Cauldron perhaps no longer holds such great value, but it falling into the hands of the Human Race’s Sacred Body still leaves me uneasy—after all, this is a mythical… supreme sacred treasure of the Celestial Court.”
Outside, wind raged and rain poured. Ye Fan had cleanly slain Chiyun and Tuluan, ensuring no one under heaven dared underestimate him any longer—even the ancient sages were now deeply wary.
Though he had not yet attained sagehood, he could slaughter Ancestor Kings—such combat power was rarely seen since ancient times, sparking widespread vigilance and caution.
The Human Race was naturally invigorated, and the various sage grounds were equally shocked. Whether they had prior ties with him or had been indifferent, all sent friendly messages at the first opportunity.
As for the Four Symbols Sacred Ground and the Nine Heavens Sacred Ground, both were uneasy—that powerful Mountain Sprite had even gone into seclusion, not daring to appear again.
The north wind swept the ground, withering the white grass. Though it wasn’t yet snowing season, there was still a bone-chilling coldness in the air. Ye Fan struck with overwhelming force, three sages falling in succession, shaking the world.
Yet even under these circumstances, there were still those who dared to clamor, sending out extremely hostile voices, putting on airs of arrogant superiority.
“The Green Bronze Cauldron belongs to our clan’s Great Emperor—the Human Race’s Sacred Body is our blood food!” Two Golden Crows declared, utterly arrogant.
Sage Prince was furious upon hearing this, baring his teeth, feeling it necessary to take up his great iron staff and smash these two arrogant crows to death.
“How infuriating and hateful—these two birds have been cawing for days, truly shameless. Are they tired of living?!”
“They must have some backing—otherwise how would they dare this,” Ye Fan pondered.
He had fought these two Golden Crows once before, when his realm had lagged behind—unable to defeat the two ancient Golden Crows, though he had managed to protect himself.
Now, these same two Golden Crows were provoking him again, declaring they would seek him out and drink his sacred blood, treating it as the world’s most delicious blood food. This was something he could not tolerate.
“Experts from Fusang Star are about to arrive. It seems the Golden Crow Clan has a great figure crossing the universe to come here—that’s why they’re so fearless, waiting for us to walk right into their trap.” Dongfang Ye brought this news, warning them to be careful.
This was naturally a major matter, potentially affecting the entire structure of the Big Dipper Star Domain—that was an extraordinarily terrifying ancient life-star, dominated by the Golden Crows. Were they about to mobilize their entire clan?
Over these days, quite a few sages had found the two Golden Crows displeasing, but none had eliminated them, precisely out of consideration for their backing.
“Fusang Star has a Great Emperor—is it real or fake?”
People were uncertain and alarmed, speculating about the true combat power of the Golden Crow Clan.
“In ancient times, Fusang Star’s glory reached its peak, producing a Supreme Quasi-Emperor who swept through numerous star domains without rival. Could it be he attained the Dao!?”
Thinking of this possibility, everyone was horrified—if so, in the current universe, the Golden Crow Clan would be absolutely invincible.
This also explained one thing—why those two Golden Crows dared to be so domineering. With such backing, what would they have to fear?
“Could it be that the Golden Crow Clan’s Supreme Quasi-Emperor still hasn’t passed away, having lived to this era, and might appear in the Big Dipper Star Domain?”
When this possibility was considered, even the Ancient Clans felt suffocated—such a Golden Crow Clan would press down on people’s hearts like a mountain.
“I don’t think it’s very likely. The Golden Crow Clan couldn’t still have a Quasi-Emperor—he should have long since passed away. Many things happened back then; Houyi Shooting the Suns triggered chaos, nine of the ten Sun Princes fell, with only one surviving. The so-called Great Emperor is probably him—it’s just a hereditary title, his cultivation likely doesn’t match!”
Several of the strongest sages from beyond the domain, having heard of Fusang Star, knew some things about those years, and made this judgment.
“My Golden Crow Clan strides boldly across heaven and earth—on the path to immortality, we will advance courageously!” The two Golden Crows declared loudly and fiercely, determined to obtain the Green Bronze Cauldron—this cauldron had great ties to their clan in ancient times, with all nine Sun Princes having fallen because of it.
“The taste of sacred blood—I think I can already smell it…” the two ancient Golden Crows murmured to themselves, wearing cold smiles, for they had already received word that the Golden Crow Clan’s leading figure had truly arrived, about to make an appearance.
“Human Race’s Sacred Body, you cannot escape!” Above the sun, two golden figures streaked past, their voices resounding loudly—the news naturally reached the ground below.
Even the Black Emperor grew furious, saying, “Damn Golden Crows, too arrogant and presumptuous. This Emperor will go with you to finish off those two birds—roast Golden Crow to eat!”
“Naturally they must be eliminated, but it seems the Golden Crow Clan’s army is about to arrive—they’ve calculated the timing precisely, waiting for us to walk right into it.” Ye Fan frowned.
“Not good, something terrible has happened!” That day, a Golden Crow, covered in blood all over, flew in from beyond the domain, rushing straight toward the Sun Star, screaming in terror.
“What’s wrong?” The two sage-level Golden Crows changed color, rushing forward to inquire urgently.
“Uncle, a catastrophic disaster has occurred. We encountered a corpse in the universe that inexplicably awakened—it was simply a Man-Demon. It intercepted our clan’s experts, and a fierce battle broke out.”
“What was the result?” The two Golden Crow sages were shocked—someone dared intercept and kill leading figures of the Golden Crow Clan… this was truly terrifying.
“That was a Human Race expert. The moment he made his move, he tore apart one of our sages alive—and then… ate him alive!” This Golden Crow’s face was ashen, its body still trembling, as if it had experienced something unimaginably horrifying.