The Myriad Dragon Nest was located beneath a ten-thousand-foot abyss, ancient caves like a beehive, densely interwoven—an exceptionally blessed divine land.
According to legend, this should have originally been a true dragon’s nest, uninhabitable by anyone but deities. First an ancient emperor, then Emperor Ruthless, then Emperor Wushi—all had taken a liking to this place.
“Don’t act recklessly.” Great Sage Qianlun reminded his grandson.
“Grandfather, please rest assured, I know my limits.” Leizhan said, his gaze sinister, expression cold, determined to obtain the Green Bronze Cauldron, unwilling to let Ye Fan live much longer.
“Hmm, that Man-Demon has appeared again—this makes me uneasy. If he comes attacking our doorstep, we’ll likely face great disaster.” Great Sage Qianlun frowned.
This was a lingering worry of his—during the Primordial era, that battle had been truly brutal; even thinking of it now left him with lingering fear. The Man-Demon, cultivating both Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang simultaneously—if seeking revenge, would absolutely be a great threat.
“Various formations have all been activated—even if he appears, so what? Using the Myriad Dragon Bell, we can suppress and kill him!” Leizhan said.
“I feel uneasy.”
Leizhan said, “According to what Grandfather has said, this person is straightforward and fierce-tempered—even in his demon state, he would come charging directly at our door. This would be more than enough for us to revive the Myriad Dragon Bell, killing him beyond any hope of redemption. We won’t need the Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang ancient classics anymore—let’s finish him off immediately.”
“That’s the only way, I suppose, but still make sure to prepare defenses. Our clan’s mother star lies far in the depths of the universe—this time we’ve obtained an ancient cosmic vessel, perhaps allowing some of our people to escape via this route.” Qianlun said.
Their clan’s mother star was located an inconceivable distance from the Big Dipper; their ancestors had left behind ancient coordinates, known throughout generations by only a few people.
“Grandfather worries too much.”
“Perhaps, I hope it’s just me overthinking things.” Qianlun said.
These past few days, he’d felt his heart racing, always with an ominous premonition. Every time he held the Myriad Dragon Bell, he would calm himself, believing the ancient imperial weapon could sweep away everything. Yet every time he released it, he would fall back into a state of unease, worrying over gains and losses, his heart troubled.
“Zhan’er, how exactly do you intend to deal with the Human Race’s Sacred Body?” Once worry takes root in one’s heart, nothing feels reassuring anymore.
Leizhan uttered only one word: “Kill!”
His eyes flashed with cold, venomous light, a bone-deep killing intent—he had once schemed to have Chiyun and others draw Ye Fan out, only for them to die in vain.
“Don’t act recklessly!” Qianlun warned.
Leizhan said ruthlessly, “If he won’t come out, I’ll kill until he’s forced to show himself. I’ll send people to start killing from the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven where he was born, and along every path he’s walked, everyone he’s ever had contact with, one by one, will fall in pools of blood.”
Qianlun immediately raised his eyebrows—this was absolutely a disaster, implicating innocent people. Such indiscriminate killing might provoke the Human Race’s resentment, uniting them against him.
“Grandfather, rest assured, I know my limits. I’ll kill some people, but I’ll spare those who are truly important, waiting for the Human Race’s Sacred Body to come kneel before me and beg.”
“Those are merely passersby in his life, without much real connection to him. If you act this way, killing everyone he’s ever encountered along his path, it will provoke public outrage.” Qianlun said, somewhat displeased—his grandson was indeed ruthless, but this was going too far, too unscrupulous in his methods.
“Grandfather, those who achieve great things don’t fuss over small details. Now that the path to immortality is about to open, as long as we obtain the Green Cauldron, what does it matter if we kill some of the Human Race? Gai Jiuyou has left, Wei Yi stands alone unable to accomplish much—if worse comes to worst, our clan’s people can return to the mother star, leaving only us to await the path to immortality.”
Leizhan dismissed this, killing intent heavy in his eyes.
Qianlun hesitated—if they obtained the Green Bronze Cauldron, they would indeed gain a decisive advantage on the path to immortality, perhaps allowing them to stand supreme before all clans, entering the immortal realm first.
“Grandfather, no need to worry. The people I’ve sent have restrictions placed in their sea of consciousness—even if captured, they won’t reveal anything about our Myriad Dragon Nest. If forcibly searched, their Immortal Platform will shatter.”
Whoosh!
A cold blade of light flashed past, splitting open the sky above the Divine City, rubble flying, palaces collapsing. Dozens of halls within the Wonderful Desire Nunnery were sliced apart by someone, countless streaks of blood erupting, screams rising one after another.
After one strike, no further action—casualties exceeded a hundred.
“Unfortunate—that woman named An Miaoyi wasn’t there, otherwise this would have been a big catch. Finding someone connected to the Human Race’s Sacred Body isn’t easy.”
Only this one cold, indifferent voice remained—people knew this attack stemmed from hatred toward Ye Fan.
“Starting from the Northern Region, kill our way south, see how long he can endure. Hopefully we can capture someone closely connected to him!”
That day, several forces in the Northern Region were struck down by a single blade, blood flowing like rivers, simply because of some minor connection to Ye Fan, not even qualifying as close relations.
This triggered a great uproar, throwing the world into panic—no one knew which force was responsible.
“Hmm, there’s someone in the Northern Region with a deep connection to the Human Race’s Sacred Body. If we can’t catch her, we’ll have to search southward.”
That day, blade energy ran rampant. Within the territory controlled by the Jiang Family, a small, unremarkable restaurant was sliced apart by a single blade, the staff and customers all turned into mist of blood, an unbearable sight.
“This old geezer isn’t even here.”
They were searching for little Tingting’s grandfather, Old Master Jiang. All these years, having nothing to do at the Jiang Family, he had taken up his old trade again, opening a small shop.
Who would normally dare bully him? Yet now he’d suffered this calamity—the staff all died tragically, turned into pulp.
Because little Tingting had returned from studying the Supreme Yin Ancient Classic and had taken Old Master Jiang away to reunite with her, Leizhan’s people hadn’t found him, so they’d sliced the restaurant into dust instead.
“That Supreme Yin Body has a close connection with the Human Race’s Sacred Body. If we capture and kill her, it will surely provoke his fury, heh!”
“But she’s within the Jiang Family—this behemoth that has produced a Great Emperor isn’t easy to deal with. If we attack, it might cause trouble.”
“Worth trying anyway. If successful, the Human Race’s Sacred Body will surely be heartbroken, rushing out in a panic. If it fails, we retreat quickly, heading to the Central and Southern Prefectures, carving out the next blood-stained territory.”
“Good, let’s try it!”
That day, the Northern Region shook. Following several locations of Human Race forces being slaughtered, leaving fields of corpses behind, a secluded divine island belonging to the Jiang Family was also attacked, suffering heavy casualties.
An event unprecedented in tens of thousands of years—the Jiang Family suffered enemy attack, a divine island sinking, shattering into pieces, dozens dying violently.
The Supreme Yin Body Jiang Tingting was wounded, carrying her grandfather on her back, fighting desperately to break through, narrowly escaping disaster, thanks to the chessboard formation pattern Ye Fan had given her.
The Jiang Family was enraged, responding swiftly, launching a rapid pursuit.
Now, little Tingting held an extremely high status within the Jiang Family—as the Supreme Yin Body, she represented their future hope.
Sage Lord Jiang Yifei personally led experts from all sides in pursuit, said to have even deployed their never-before-revealed “foundation”!
The enemy fled across the void, but some were caught up to. The Departure Fire Divine Furnace and an imitation of the Constant Universe Furnace both appeared, instantly suppressing and killing two Half-Sages and three Kings on the spot.
Unfortunately, when searching their sea of consciousness, these people’s primordial spirits all shattered completely. The Northern Region fell into chaos, news spreading everywhere, people panicking.
“So many people dead, even an ancient prehistoric clan attacked—who exactly is behind this?”
“These people are too cruel, even cutting down unarmed mortals into mincemeat. Forcing the Human Race’s Sacred Body to show himself doesn’t need to go this extreme, how hateful!”
Successive attacks across multiple locations, blood-soaked and horrifying, left no region at peace.
“Idiot, why provoke the Jiang Family of all things—that’s a dragon’s den and tiger’s lair whose depths even I cannot fathom.” Leizhan, receiving the news immediately, glared coldly at the few people emerging from the domain gate, reprimanding them harshly.
“This kind of… killing mortals is a bit much.” Qianlun frowned.
“If not for this, how would the Human Race’s Sacred Body ever feel guilty? At the same time, it lets those foolish humans blame their own Sacred Body, since he’s the one who brought this calamity upon them!” Leizhan’s eyes were extremely cold.
He ordered these people to continue on their way, killing in the Central Prefecture, massacring at the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven and other locations in the Southern Prefecture, sparing not even chickens and dogs, wiping everything clean.
Leizhan’s gaze was exceedingly sinister—he could already predict what kind of storm this would stir up. The Human Race’s Sacred Body would inevitably be forced into the eye of the storm, and no matter what, would have to come forward with some kind of “response.”
The north wind howled, on the snowy peak the old man and young man stood together, the Man-Demon’s ears twitching slightly, catching snatches of words.
“It seems they’ve done something targeting you—planning a massacre.”
Ye Fan couldn’t help but admire him—he himself had cultivated enhanced hearing, but it was nothing compared to the Man-Demon. This wild old man had actually managed to penetrate formation after formation, reaching straight into the Myriad Dragon Nest, overhearing secret words, evading even Great Sage Qianlun!
Afterward, Ye Fan grew furious upon hearing the Man-Demon’s detailed explanation—he wanted to overturn this place entirely, sweeping it clean.
This cold-blooded ancient sage named Leizhan, in order to deal with him, wouldn’t even spare mortals—anyone with any connection to him, all slaughtered without exception.
“I have no feud with him, he simply wants to scheme for my cauldron, yet he’s stirred up this massacre, not caring that corpses fill the fields, blood staining every region. Since that’s how it is, there’s nothing more to say—today I’ll make you regret this beyond measure!”
Ye Fan was furious, taking out the Green Bronze Cauldron, handing it to the Man-Demon, saying, “Senior, instead of roasting one dragon, let’s roast an entire nest of them this time—let’s just flatten the Myriad Dragon Nest completely!”
The Man-Demon extended his hand, holding the cauldron in his palm, weighing it for a moment, an instant, boundless dominance emanating, overlooking the ice fields—this kind of item, perhaps only he could channel such terrifying divine might from it.
Ye Fan strongly urged the Man-Demon to destroy the Myriad Dragon Nest, striking fear into that clan, making them pay in blood for their sins.
“Senior, taking down this dragon nest—with your crimson gold divine chain, you could string together a dragon chain over ten miles long, enough roasting to last decades without finishing it all!”
These words naturally couldn’t be what moved the Man-Demon—mainly, this wild old man had always been dominant by nature, and had come specifically to give the Myriad Dragon Nest a hard time in the first place. He grinned widely, revealing snow-white teeth, the broken green cauldron shrinking to fist-size, held in his left palm, while in his right hand appeared a crystalline white bone staff.
He swung it, and instantly fierce winds roared, lightning flashed and thunder crashed, mountains flew and rocks scattered, every snowy peak swept away, terrifying aura instantly shocking the entire Northern Region!
With a thunderous boom, the wild old man, utterly fierce and domineering, wielding his white bone staff, smashed the earth into collapse, completely shattering it, revealing the ten-thousand-foot-deep Dragon Nest beneath.
“Who’s there?!”
Chaos erupted within the Myriad Dragon Nest, the earth splitting apart, chaos energy surging wildly—someone had pierced through the thick earth layers, forcing their way in with overwhelming strength, something unprecedented since Primordial times!
“The one who eats dragons!” the old Man-Demon responded in a deep voice.