“Ascension to immortality, heavens, could the path to immortality have opened, has someone become an immortal!?”

The Eastern Wastes trembled, the whole world shocked, no longer confined to the Northern Region—cultivators from all directions sensed it, all turning to gaze in that one direction, filled with shock.

“Two beams of immortal light, breaking through the shackles of heaven and earth—is this truly the legendary ascension spectacle of the mythical era?”

People cried out, each one dumbstruck, running across the earth, chasing through the high heavens, their manner agitated, nearly maddened.

Far in that distant Northern Region direction, two beams of immortal light broke through the firmament, illuminating eternity, releasing undying radiance to their heart’s content, piercing through beyond the domain.

This was an immense shock, a spectacle shaking past and present, shocking the world—at this moment, cultivators in every corner sensed this overwhelming momentum.

“It’s from the direction of the Myriad Dragon Nest, emanating a Great Emperor’s aura, having fought out an astonishing confrontation!”

In the current age, only the ancient imperial clan’s old patriarch, and a scant few Great Sages, could closely observe the profound meaning and secrets of these two beams of immortal light.

This was the true imperial dao reviving!

Nearly comparable to a strike from a living ancient emperor, simply describable as an unparalleled terror, for it could destroy this ancient star at any moment.

The Big Dipper Star Domain’s life source was far more magnificent than other stars, countless times larger, yet at this moment it was in great danger.

“Fortunately, it struck into the cosmic starry expanse, otherwise there would have been serious trouble—the ancient land itself would have been unable to hold, and all races would have faced disaster!”

“They’ve fully revived an ancient imperial weapon—are they willing to exhaust the clan’s eternal accumulation? What happened to make Qianlun disregard the cost like this?”

The two beams of immortal light shot directly into the universe, blazing and dazzling. Some patriarchs’ faces turned utterly pale, having witnessed through secret methods stars exploding beyond the domain.

The consequences of this battle didn’t spread through the Myriad Dragon Nest—the two beams of immortal light charged beyond the heavens and exploded there, their terrifying might shocking past and present.

Beyond the domain, some sages from other star domains, who had been lingering near this ancient life-star without truly descending, felt chills run from head to toe upon witnessing this.

“This star is too terrifying—if not for coming here seeking immortality, this old one wouldn’t want to set foot here at all!”

“Such fluctuations, capable of killing gods and destroying sages.”

Some murmured to themselves, their voices trembling, the stars’ explosion leaving their expressions extremely unpleasant, deeply unsettled.

This was the confrontation between the Green Cauldron and the Myriad Dragon Bell, producing unimaginably terrifying fluctuations, transmitted beyond the domain, striking down an ancient star—how extraordinary a result was this?

“Legend says an ancient Great Emperor, seeking materials to forge weapons for immortals, stood upon an ancient star, pointing finger by finger, able to cut down star after star, searching for sacred objects.”

“Right now, this is merely one strike from imperial weapons, yet it can strike down star after star!”

“The power of ascending to immortality!”

People trembled with terror, mistakenly believing this was the phenomenon of ascension to immortality; those far away in the Central Prefecture and Southern Ridges still didn’t know this was an ultimate confrontation.

Before the Myriad Dragon Nest, the Man-Demon held the crystalline, dew-like green small cauldron, his bronze-colored upper body bare, standing like an old pine at the cliff’s base.

Ye Fan, tall and slender, stood beside him, gazing together with the wild old man at the Myriad Dragon Nest, where the dust had settled, revealing a scene of devastation.

Great Sage Qianlun was covered in blood, his life essence boiling within, restless and agitated, like a wild horse that had slipped its reins, about to lose control at any moment.

The Myriad Dragon Bell, cast from purple-gold divine marks, spanning tens of thousands of feet, encircled the ruined caverns, its brilliance blazing, guarding this place.

Qianlun, worried for his grandson’s safety, had exhausted everything to strike, unhesitatingly burning his own origin essence—his condition wasn’t very good.

Fortunately, the two beams of immortal light had shot straight through the heavens, striking beyond the domain—otherwise not only would the Northern Region be in danger, but likely most ancient stars would have descended into chaos.

“Was it worth it?” Ye Fan spoke, his foot pressing down on Leizhan’s chest—just now, even Qianlun’s furious strike hadn’t managed to reclaim his grandson.

Leizhan, captured by the Man-Demon, was utterly powerless, collapsed on the ground. The wild old man’s strength was so formidable, catching him as easily as grabbing a chick.

His eyes were cold, saying nothing, glaring viciously at Ye Fan, refusing to submit.

“You wanted to kill everyone I’ve ever had contact with, sparing not even mortals—you deserve to die a hundred times over!” Ye Fan said coldly, applying more force with his foot, the sound of breaking ribs harsh to the ear.

Dang…

A resounding boom like great bells and ancient pipes rang out, that purple true dragon’s every segment a purple bell, emitting bell waves.

Qianlun’s eyes flashed sharply—he couldn’t tolerate someone humiliating his descendant like this before him, once again activating the ultimate ancient imperial weapon.

Green mist soared skyward, the bronze cauldron living up to expectations, trembling with a hum, raising a curtain of light, confronting that ultimate weapon once more, again piercing through the high heavens, striking beyond the domain.

“Ah…”

Leizhan screamed miserably, his bones all shattered beneath Ye Fan’s foot—Ye Fan showed him no mercy whatsoever, having no intention of letting him live.

“You killed mortals, forcing me to reveal myself—these things, Heavenly Princes have all done before. It seems that battle back then still lacked sufficient deterrent effect, but I think today, with the Myriad Dragon Nest swept clean, all races will never again act with such arrogance!”

Ye Fan had never intended to end this peacefully—having come this far, having torn apart all pretense with the Myriad Dragon Nest, it was a fight to the death!

“Release Zhan’er!” Great Sage Qianlun’s face turned ashen, his eyes filled with murderous intent, staring at Ye Fan like prey marked for certain death.

The Man-Demon held the small green cauldron, revealing a mouthful of chillingly white teeth, slowly stepping forward, fixing his gaze on everyone from the ancient imperial clan.

Qianlun’s heart sank—he knew the Man-Demon hadn’t yet exerted his full strength, hadn’t truly prepared for a total bloodbath, but what followed would surely be a violent storm.

He was both shocked and afraid, and then seeing Ye Fan ignoring him entirely, continuing to trample on Leizhan, his eyes turned cold as ten-thousand-year ice, killing intent overwhelming!

“Qianlun, you should understand—when the Fighting War Victorious Buddha killed Kunzhou, you had already overstepped boundaries; surviving that was no small feat. Then, when the Ten Great Evil Races caused chaos, you jumped out again; when Senior Gai Jiuyou killed the Golden King, you should have understood then too. But once, twice, and now a third time—now your grandson massacres the Human Race, and not only do you not stop him, you back him up…” Ye Fan said, unhurried and measured.

Qianlun’s killing intent grew even thicker, being mocked by a junior, his gaze turning into cold swords, sharp and piercing.

“Kill!”

Qianlun roared, the Myriad Dragon Bell dancing wildly, transforming into a beam of purple light charging toward the Man-Demon, the dragon head held high, the dragon body powerful, capable of grinding everything to pieces.

Dong!

A world-shaking sound erupted, the immortal light once again charging beyond the domain. Qianlun’s hair disheveled, covered in blood, his eyes blood-red, appearing like a demon god.

By comparison, the Man-Demon remained quite calm, holding the small cauldron, thoroughly composed after the immortal radiance settled—no longer resembling a wild man at all.

“Impossible, the Green Cauldron is broken, its deity gone—how can it repeatedly withstand the ultimate ancient imperial weapon?” Qianlun shouted, his body streaming with blood.

This was truly a Great Sage’s blood, every drop possessing marvelous uses, yet now flowing freely, evaporating in the air.

“Could it be that within the broken cauldron, the deity hasn’t truly dissipated—can the Primordial Celestial Court’s sacred treasure be fully revived?” Qianlun couldn’t help but roar furiously.

Behind him, cave after cave was exposed, many completely destroyed, the earth’s layers utterly torn open, a scene of devastation and desolation.

Within the Myriad Dragon Nest, everyone fell into silence, their bodies and minds turning to ice—today’s battle had been too disastrous for them, their reputation surely to be swept into disgrace.

Since ancient times, who dared do such a thing—actually attacked by a single person, nearly having this place demolished entirely, leaving people in despair.

“Ah…” Leizhan screamed miserably, Ye Fan’s foot coming down, his body split into two, a gruesome and brutal sight.

“Let me go… don’t kill me!” He screamed in terror, finally no longer putting on a brave front, his face full of fear, pale as snow.

“Where should the mortals your people killed go to beg for mercy?” Ye Fan remained unmoved, his other foot about to come down, aimed at his skull.

“No, I submit, spare my life!” Leizhan collapsed completely—his so-called toughness had its limits. Seeing Ye Fan’s ruthlessness, about to destroy his primordial spirit, he abandoned all pride and dignity, struggling to beg for mercy.

“Human Race’s Sacred Body, you kill my grandson, and one day I will exterminate your entire ten clans!” Qianlun roared coldly—forced to this point, unable to save his most beloved grandson, all he could do was threaten.

Ye Fan shook his head, saying, “Do you even have that long to live? I actually wanted to personally send you on your way myself, but unfortunately, heaven has decreed you won’t live another hundred years, unable to fight me.”

“What about your father?” The Man-Demon grinned widely, but to everyone in the Myriad Dragon Nest, it looked especially unsettling.

He was younger than Qianlun in years, yet didn’t even hold his father in regard—directly calling him out by name, intending to hunt him down too.

“How could such a ferocious person comprehend the great Dao of heaven and earth…” Everyone’s hearts were filled with resentment. Little did they know, in the Primordial era, the strong preyed on the weak—which of them didn’t have blood debts of their own?

“The Myriad Dragon Nest has disappointed me.” The Man-Demon said, filling the ancient imperial clan’s hearts with fury, yet also boundless despair—they truly couldn’t withstand this killing god.

They wanted to roar, yet didn’t dare cry out, ultimately holding back their rage, all turning to look at Ye Fan—everything stemmed from him providing the Green Bronze Cauldron; otherwise how could things have come to this?

Such is human nature—unable to do anything about the Man-Demon, they blamed everything on Ye Fan, holding boundless hatred toward him and the Green Cauldron.

Boom!

The Man-Demon made his move, not destroying these captured prey yet, but intending to first level the Myriad Dragon Nest, using the Green Bronze Cauldron to block the Myriad Dragon Bell, swinging his white bone staff forward.

Another peerless clash, immortal light once again charging beyond the heavens, like ascension to immortality, shocking the mortal realm.

Deep within the Myriad Dragon Nest, thunderous tremors shook everything, all ancient caves collapsing—this strike of the Man-Demon’s carried too much power, intending to destroy this clan’s ancestral land.

Suddenly, an overwhelming, magnificent force spread out, permeating the depths of the Myriad Dragon Nest, transforming into a third beam of immortal light charging skyward, halting the collapse, protecting this place.

“This is…”

Those watching the battle from afar were shocked, and the Myriad Dragon Clan’s descendants also cried out in alarm.

“Quasi-Emperor, this is a Quasi-Emperor’s aura!”

Everyone was stunned, all deeply shaken—that terrifying radiance surged in all directions like a vast ocean, halting the collapse, repelling all force.

“Heavens, the Myriad Dragon Nest has a Quasi-Emperor’s aura—he is so powerful and terrifying!”

“Not good, this is a great calamity!”

The terrifying radiance spread out, wave after wave erupting, earth-shattering, as if a deity had come back to life.

Ye Fan was stunned—the Myriad Dragon Nest actually had a Quasi-Emperor? If true, this would surely be an enormous variable!