World-shocking immortal radiance emerged, releasing undying brilliance to its heart’s content—this was a peerless dominance that would terrify even Great Sages, shaking past and present.
The Eastern Wastes, Central Prefecture, Southern Ridges, and all other regions erupted, countless powerhouses crying out—in this emperor-less age, had a Quasi-Emperor actually emerged?!
The battle had reached this point, all races were alarmed, news spreading everywhere through domain gates, the entire world learning that Ye Fan and the Man-Demon were attacking the Myriad Dragon Nest.
A world-shocking ultimate confrontation, having now escalated to summon forth an ancient emperor—utterly inconceivable, shocking the mortal realm!
“Too terrifying, the Ancient Clans’ foundations are unfathomably deep—to actually have such a supreme figure existing, truly shocking.”
“The path to immortality is about to open, and a generation’s Quasi-Emperor has lived to this present age—who could possibly contend with him? Even Great Sages would have to prostrate at his feet, utterly unable to resist.”
The battle’s situation changed so rapidly it was hard to believe—a peerless figure emerging, about to turn the tide, that skyward-charging immortal light thick and majestic, making people want to bow down in worship.
“Hahaha…” Before the ruined Myriad Dragon Nest, many descendants of the ancient imperial clan laughed loudly, tears appearing in their eyes—at this moment of despair, such a turnaround had actually appeared.
“Human Race’s Sacred Body, weak as an ant, let’s see how you survive today. The Man-Demon may be strong, but I don’t believe you’ve become a Quasi-Emperor!”
“Heaven has eyes—an ancestor has sealed himself away until now, and my Myriad Dragon Nest will reign supreme over the world, revered by all!”
Triumphant laughter, arrogant words ringing out clearly—many descendants of the ancient imperial clan cheered, shouting loudly.
They had originally been in despair, never expecting such a turn of events—rising from hell to heaven, the contrast before and after too stark.
“Could it be Father…” Qianlun also grew excited, feeling his blood surging, as if returning to his youth.
His old father was known as the little “Diqu,” a peerless figure, nearly comparable to the most astonishing divine beings.
In that era, Diqu had been resplendent—even without attaining the Dao, he was considered to possess divine talent comparable to the Fighting War Sage Emperor, known as one of the most astonishing divine figures since ancient times.
Qianlun’s father, two thousand years younger than Diqu, though somewhat lacking in talent, being praised as little Diqu was enough to be proud among the world.
In that battle years ago, Qianlun’s father, overly arrogant, had wanted to capture the Man-Demon single-handedly, bare-handed, only to be struck by the invading power of Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang, falling into eternal slumber after that battle.
He had been sealed within a divine cocoon, unable to awaken ever since.
Qianlun’s eyes burned hot, naturally thinking first of his father who had once been so proud in the Primordial era, believing he had achieved a breakthrough within the cocoon.
“Trespassing on our clan’s territory, destroying our dragon nest, deserving death without mercy, you will all die!” Qianlun’s eyes turned cold, his words like ten-thousand-year frost, sending chills through anyone who heard.
However, to his surprise, though shocked, the Man-Demon showed no fear whatsoever, holding his white bone staff, glaring fiercely, staring ahead.
And Ye Fan was even more excessive, one could even say audaciously bold—he raised one foot, stepping onto Leizhan’s forehead bone, preparing to crush it.
“No, you cannot kill me, my clan’s Quasi-Emperor has awakened, you… should understand!” Leizhan screamed in terror. He had originally wanted to say something fierce, but seeing Ye Fan’s cold gaze, he immediately grew frightened.
“Human Race’s Sacred Body, you should understand what you’re doing—release him immediately, and your fate won’t be too bad!” Qianlun said coldly.
This was a kind of intimidation—though he hadn’t said anything particularly harsh, it carried more destructive power than anything else, warning Ye Fan that if he dared act recklessly, his fate would surely be tragic.
“From the past to now, I’ve never been intimidated by anyone!” Ye Fan’s large foot came down, cracks appearing across Leizhan’s forehead bone.
“You dare! If Leizhan is harmed, I’ll make you wish for death!” Qianlun roared, employing his divine voice.
Everyone was stunned—just how bold was the Human Race’s Sacred Body? Not even the revival of a Quasi-Emperor could deter him—he completely disregarded this threat.
“If you kill me, you won’t even get a quick death!” Leizhan shouted with all his remaining strength, having discovered Ye Fan’s eyes were too terrifying, actually intending to kill him regardless of the consequences.
Splat!
Ye Fan’s foot came down, crushing Leizhan’s skull into a mess like a smashed watermelon, bloody and brutal—he didn’t even blink.
“I dislike being threatened. Furthermore, if I spare you, would your clan show any mercy? So what if there’s a Quasi-Emperor—at worst, I’ll die fighting here!” Ye Fan said, calm and cold.
He wasn’t nervous at all, remarkably composed, causing the crowd to erupt in furious roars—Leizhan had just been killed, right before their eyes!
Especially Qianlun, whose eyes turned red—even a Great Sage is not made of grass and wood, possessing human feelings too. This was his most beloved grandson; a single roar could shake mountains and rivers, his fury causing veins to bulge across his entire body, wishing he could tear Ye Fan into bloody fragments immediately.
“So what if there’s a Quasi-Emperor, I already killed him—at worst, let him come kill me too!” Ye Fan said, defiant and unyielding.
“I’ll tear you apart alive!” Qianlun roared, shaking heaven and earth, the Myriad Dragon Bell trembling violently, immortal light charging skyward, heaven and earth overturning.
However, everyone began to feel something was off, and Qianlun also quickly grew uneasy—the Quasi-Emperor had revived, so why hadn’t it stopped any of this?
Relying on imperial might, it should have been able to break through all obstruction, reverse yin and yang, preventing the tragedy of Leizhan’s death.
Deep within the Myriad Dragon Nest, immortal light radiated in all directions, the mist dispersing, revealing the truth of the matter.
“This is…” Everyone was stunned, faces turning somewhat pale.
There was no Quasi-Emperor appearing at all—this was a formation, currently flowing with dao patterns, the terrifying aura spreading from it.
“How could this be?” Everyone felt let down, not matching their expectations.
“This is… a formation carved by the Quasi-Emperor, usually dormant, only reviving when the ancestral foundation is in critical danger.” Qianlun said, somewhat wistful, recalling some anecdotes about his ancestors.
“Hahaha…” Ye Fan burst out laughing—just now his heart had truly sunk, thinking a monumental variable had appeared.
A Quasi-Emperor—that would be far too terrifying. Gai Jiuyou’s bloodline had withered, his lifespan nearly exhausted, having already fallen from that realm, yet even so he remained invincible.
One could imagine, if a truly invincible Quasi-Emperor with full vitality emerged, how terrifying that would be—absolutely capable of sweeping the world, a taboo-level existence.
“Heaven blesses our clan, this is likely… a flawless Quasi-Emperor formation!” Great Sage Qianlun’s face flushed red, all sense of loss swept away, growing excited, his confidence instantly restored.
In this long, emperor-less age, what was most terrifying in the world? There was little debate about this answer—it was surely ultimate imperial weapons and ancient Great Emperors’ formation diagrams!
Imperial weapons needed reviving, the conditions required far too demanding—ordinary people couldn’t activate them at all, and even Great Sages couldn’t truly grasp them in the real sense; so-called “revived imperial weapons” were only relatively speaking.
But an ancient Great Emperor’s formation diagram was different—simply stumbling into it was equivalent to declaring war on a Great Emperor!
The premise being, the formation diagram was undamaged, never having suffered any loss.
Because an ancient Great Emperor’s formation diagram was too heaven-defying, over such a long span of years, they had gradually been destroyed, only fragmentary scrolls surviving.
A Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram right before their eyes—this was undoubtedly world-shaking. Attacking it would be equivalent to declaring war on a Quasi-Emperor—suicide!
“Retreat, everyone into the ancestral land!” Great Sage Qianlun shouted, growing ever more convinced this was a flawless formation diagram, his face flushed, excited beyond measure.
With this formation diagram present, whoever dared attack recklessly would be equivalent to battling the Quasi-Emperor of old!
Behind them, imperial clan elders along with a stunning woman took charge of guiding everyone, rushing into the formation diagram.
“The ancient emperor’s daughter!” Ye Fan’s eyes flashed—he was certain this was the Myriad Dragon Nest’s Dragon Princess, sealed within a divine source, having lived to this present age.
The Man-Demon didn’t stop them, because he was doing something else, his eyes blazing, his entire bronze-colored skin glowing, the Green Bronze Cauldron in his hand radiating immortal splendor, locked onto Qianlun.
Great Sage Qianlun’s divine powers were peerless, yet even with the Myriad Dragon Bell in his grasp, he found it difficult to take even a single step—the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram was right at hand, yet he had no way to step into it.
In an instant, his face turned snow-white—he knew it was over, the Man-Demon was displeased, preparing to strike with bloody force, and he couldn’t escape!
“Ah…”
Qianlun was unwilling to accept this—as a generation’s Great Sage, even in the age of ancient emperors he had been a leading figure, revered by all under heaven. Yet now he was locked on, becoming prey—this was a humiliation, and he couldn’t even resist.
“Ancient Emperor revive, deity awaken, aid me with just one more push of strength!” He roared madly.
All the races of the Northern Region heard this, people’s hair standing on end—for a Great Sage to scream in such despair, one could imagine what depths of desperation he had fallen into.
Purple energy came from the east, mist and haze spreading, the Myriad Dragon Bell transforming into a true dragon, raising its head and roaring long, truly coming alive. Under its power, Qianlun broke free from the Man-Demon’s restraint, instantly merging with the imperial weapon, becoming one with it.
His true form entered the weapon, transforming into a purple dragon tens of thousands of feet long, charging toward the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram, trying to escape this calamity.
The Man-Demon finally moved, striking after but arriving first, holding the crystalline green cauldron, shattering the vast sky, cutting off the path ahead, blocking the imperial weapon and forcing it back.
Black and white divine power radiated from within the Man-Demon’s body, making him appear boundlessly terrifying, the two forces entwining, forming a Taiji symbol, supporting the green cauldron, suppressing toward the Myriad Dragon Bell!
This was Supreme Yin power and Supreme Yang power interweaving, terrifyingly overwhelming, anything in its path crushed—the black and white Taiji diagram carrying the fist-sized green bronze cauldron, like a divine plate supporting the sole immortal!
Great Sage Qianlun was terrified, his body merged with the Myriad Dragon Bell, directly tearing open the void, fleeing beyond the domain.
He knew there was no possible way to withstand the Man-Demon, and he couldn’t enter the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram either—rather than that, only fleeing into the depths of the universe offered any chance to escape this calamity.
The Man-Demon’s speed was even faster, transforming into a bolt of black-and-white intertwined lightning, vanishing beyond the heavens together with the cauldron. He had murderous intent now, striking with full force—impossible to let the Myriad Dragon Nest’s leading figure go.
The two figures vanished. Ye Fan stood alone before the ruins, facing everyone within the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram, his expression cold.
Some wanted to charge out and confront him, but hesitated—they lacked that kind of courage; the Man-Demon’s aura still lingered around Ye Fan, ready to descend again at any moment, killing them beyond any hope of redemption.
A cold wind blew past, the Myriad Dragon Nest’s broken walls and ruined halls, devastation everywhere, only the deepest part still permeated with terrifying aura, impossible to see through.
Suddenly, Ye Fan’s expression froze—he smelled an intoxicating fragrance, seeing the True Dragon Immortality Elixir!
This ancient herb had already become a spirit, having accompanied great emperors, followed ancient Great Emperors—now appearing within the swirling chaos mist.
The ancient imperial clan also turned their heads simultaneously, gazing in that direction.
The chaos energy was hazy, revealing a massive dragon nest there, built from black dragon wood, tall as a mountain, majestic beyond description.
Within it, chaos energy surged like a vast ocean, boundless and unfathomable, suffocatingly oppressive, a mysterious ancient coffin floating up and down, suppressing all realms across eternity!
The True Dragon Immortality Elixir gleamed like cast gold throughout, brilliant and dazzling, hiding there like a spirit, peering out toward this side.
Ye Fan’s heart stirred—if he could capture this immortal herb today, that would truly be an immense fortune.
As for the battlefield beyond the domain, the outcome remained unknown—countless powerhouses across heaven and earth watched on, so tense they’d forgotten to breathe.
“Fellow Daoist, please show mercy—all things are best resolved peacefully.”
From the heavens above came a voice, as if trying to mediate the conflict, remarkably familiar.
Ye Fan’s expression turned strange, recognizing this as Great Sage Huntuo’s voice—had he come to play peacemaker again?
Bang!
Before the Myriad Dragon Nest, a corpse fell from the sky, smashing the earth into hundreds upon thousands of massive cracks, spreading out like a spider’s web.
“Great Sage!”
“Old Ancestor!”
Within the Quasi-Emperor’s formation diagram, a group of people wailed loudly, for this was Great Sage Qianlun’s corpse, slaughtered and thrown down from beyond the domain!
“Talked another one to death.” Ye Fan shook his head, murmuring to himself.