This Primordial Royal clan member had a full head of shimmering violet hair, tall and imposing, no different in appearance from a human male — one look and you could tell he was a descendant of the purest ancient royal bloodline.
He was remarkably composed. Reaching out to stop Wang Teng, he said: “He is merely at the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform. To you and me, he is nothing more than an insignificant ant. Killing him would only dirty our hands. Sending one or two servants will be more than sufficient.”
Wang Teng’s expression shifted, and then his eyes sharpened as he said in a low voice: “I don’t want any surprises. I’d rather handle this personally — one strike, one kill.”
“Relax. You’re free to focus on your marriage proposal to the Ji Family. Killing one Holy Body that hasn’t yet grown into his power is a trivial matter.” The young Primordial Royal clansman smiled faintly, patting the Northern Emperor on the shoulder, stopping him once again.
Wang Teng’s expression remained impassive. He said nothing more, standing inside the ancient cave and staring at the pale-golden divine lake, gazing at his own reflection within it.
The young Primordial Royal clansman made a beckoning gesture. Two beams of violet lightning shot from his eyes as he summoned two powerful ancient beings before him. “Go to the Tiandu Ancient Mountain Range,” he said. “Bring me the Holy Body’s head.”
“By your command!”
The two powerful ancient beings received their orders, turned, and stepped out, departing from the ancient cave.
“What is the matter with our lord? He seems different from his usual temperament — it’s as though…” One of the ancient beings, having left the cave and emerged onto the surface, spoke with careful caution.
“As though he’s being a little too arrogant and full of himself?” The other ancient being said coldly. “You’ve followed our master for so long — can you really not see through this? Our lord is doing it deliberately. He wants to hold Wang Teng back and keep him from getting involved.”
“Does our young master want sole possession of the All-Matter Prime Qi Cauldron, along with all the other divine treasures on the Holy Body?”
“Does that even need to be said? Our lord needs to prepare proof-of-Dao objects for the future. Everything on that Holy Body is perfectly suited — he was born to play the role of a stepping stone for our young master!”
The Tiandu Mountain Range was one of the more ancient regions in the Northern Domain. Many of the mountain ranges here had been cleaved apart, and countless abysses stretched across the land — a scene of utter desolation.
Ye Fan soared up through the cloud layer, rising to a sufficient height to look down, and saw that the massive gorges cutting across the ground below were in fact sword scars — and those abysses were finger imprints!
He couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath. Gorges tens of thousands of zhang long had simply been struck open. They couldn’t be perceived from ground level at all — just what kind of existence had enough power to create all of this?
Sundered mountains, deep ravines — all of it was incomprehensibly ancient. Sensing the aura emanating from these formations, this had to have been done in the Primordial era or even before — certainly not by the human race. This was clearly a battlefield relic from an age almost impossibly remote.
“I’ve drawn close to the Northern Domain again…”
This area lay at the border between the Central Domain and the Northern Domain, bearing the hallmark of a barren wasteland stretching hundreds of thousands of li — not a trace of vegetation anywhere, every surface bare and exposed.
Ye Fan had been wandering without destination, traveling purely to cultivate and advance his own realm, and had drifted here without even realizing it.
“My heart is tied to the Northern Domain — I miss Xiao Nannan, and I worry about Wushi’s inheritance. Most likely this is what stirs within me.” He was murmuring to himself. That some instinct had brought him north was almost certainly tied to these thoughts.
Suddenly, a gateway appeared above a stone mountain. Violet light pulsed and flickered as two powerful Primordial beings stepped through it — and the moment they emerged, they spotted Ye Fan on the cliff face opposite.
“A human Holy Body!”
“ROAR…”
The two ancient beings let out a thunderous bellow. They actually understood the human language — they had long prepared themselves to enter the human world, as their emergence was not far off.
“Which ancient mountain did you come from?” Ye Fan was perfectly composed. He knitted his brows and asked: “The Ten Thousand Dragon’s Nest? The Primordial Forbidden Zone? Or Purple Mountain?”
“We come from the Divine Spirit Valley — one of the origins of the most powerful Primordial royal clan. Human Holy Body, if you know what’s good for you, hand over your cauldron and all the extraordinary treasures on your person!”
Ye Fan laughed. Hearing such words come from the mouth of an ancient being felt rather extraordinary to him. He replied: “Are you robbing me?”
“You’ve got it right. And we’ll also be borrowing your head.” The other Primordial ancient being stepped forward.
The beings of this clan from the Ancient Divine Spirit Valley were all imposing figures. Those who were not of pure royal bloodline were entirely covered in scales, humanoid in shape, but with some possessing divine wings, or horns, or other such features.
These two ancient beings were exceptional — they had surpassed the Half-Step Great Able, crossing that pivotal threshold to enter the Second Heaven of the Immortal Platform, possessing extraordinary and formidable power.
Ye Fan showed not the slightest fear, smiling mildly: “You’ve come at just the right time. I came to the Northern Domain precisely to capture a couple of ancient beings to help me translate the Immortal Tear Green-Gold Book.”
“Ignorant humans — what brazen boasting. In the Primordial era, you were nothing more than food for our royal clan. We are the existence at the very apex of the pyramid.”
“Back in those days, even the human race’s Saints could not freely roam the land. They were suppressed by the Ancestor-Kings of the ten thousand clans — the humans were the lowest of all the myriad races.”
The two ancient beings were supremely haughty, regarding the human race with total contempt — an air of surveying all beneath them, their clan alone supreme, as they looked down at Ye Fan with disdain.
“What a pity,” Ye Fan shook his head. “The lowest race you speak of became the master of this land. While you struggled against a death calamity through the entire Post-Primordial era.”
“That is only because we slept! But now, the mightiest races shall awaken and return. The glory of the sovereign shall shine once more!” The two ancient beings yearned for those glorious days, consumed with nostalgia.
One of them said with glacial coldness: “This so-called Holy Body was never spoken of in the Primordial era!”
“You two slaves — what is there to reminisce about? The world has changed. You are no longer what you were. Come here and translate this ancient scripture for me.” Ye Fan beckoned to them with a casual wave of his hand.
“Let me taste the flavor of holy blood, and then I’ll take your head back to fulfill our mission!” One of the ancient beings let out a low roar, and suddenly three heads and six arms erupted from its form. Violet scales shimmered across its entire body as it lunged forward to kill.
“BOOM!”
The stone mountain beneath Ye Fan’s feet shattered in that instant, dissolving into a sky full of dust. The ancient being’s aura was so mighty that the mere shockwaves from its movements had pulverized the ancient earth.
“Swish!”
Ye Fan left behind only a faint afterimage, evading that terrifying strike from three heads and six arms. In the space where he had been, a horrific black void appeared — six great violet hands had ground that space into nothing.
“This one is extraordinarily powerful!”
He felt a chill in his heart. He sacrificed a human-head-sized divine source stone — one million runes carved across its surface, dense and intricate. The moment it appeared, it illuminated heaven and earth with a blinding radiance that no eyes could look upon directly.
“Suppress it!”
Nearby, the other Primordial ancient being roared. It opened its mouth and spat out an exquisitely wrought tower — golden-yellow in color, like a sacred object capable of pressing down an entire great world, streaming faint wisps of chaotic energy.
“That is…”
Ye Fan was startled. The tower had absorbed the divine source stone, preventing it from detonating — and just like that, everything went still. Not a single tremor remained.
That divine source stone had been densely covered with one million primordial heaven-and-earth patterns. It was enough to raze everything within a hundred-li radius to nothing. And yet it had been absorbed by a golden ancient pagoda — it was genuinely alarming.
“You used this very method to kill Wang Teng’s uncle, and yet you thought we were unprepared? This is a forbidden weapon forged in the image of our clan’s Ancestor-King’s weapon. Now surrender your life!”
The golden exquisite pagoda descended, pressing down like a mountain. It froze time, solidified eternity, stilling all things — it was going to swallow Ye Fan whole.
Ye Fan let out a long shout. His body transformed into a streak of flowing light. He activated the Walking Script and burst free — just barely avoiding being frozen in that pocket of frozen time. Everything in his wake was perfectly still: the ruptured void, the flying shards of stone — all of it moving in agonizing slow motion.
“What a terrifying forbidden weapon!”
His heart sank. This was merely a replica forged after their clan’s Ancestor-King’s weapon — and it wielded power like this. If the true golden royal pagoda descended, what kind of might would it bring to bear?
Still, he was not overly concerned. Forbidden weapons could only be used a limited number of times. Given enough time, they would automatically shatter and cease to exist.
“Holy Body — offer up your head!”
The three-headed, six-armed violet being lunged again. Six hands moved in unison, like six worlds in rotation — pulverizing the void, pressing down upon Ye Fan from above.
“Your carved divine source stone is useless — now wait for death!”
“Stop wasting words!” Ye Fan fell back, avoiding the cutting edge of the assault, staying wary of the other ancient being gripping the exquisite pagoda forbidden weapon.
“They all say the Holy Body’s physical body is invincible — so why are you cowering before me?” The three-headed, six-armed being mocked him. It left an afterimage where it stood, arriving before Ye Fan in an instant like a bolt of violet lightning.
“BANG!”
Ye Fan activated the Combat Saint Technique to drive the Human King Seal — like the rebirth of a great emperor of antiquity — while simultaneously manifesting the Tai Chi. A golden circle moved with him as he drove it directly outward.
“You…”
The three-headed, six-armed ancient being was astonished. A human who had only recently entered the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform had actually blocked its powerful assault. Though Ye Fan was sent flying a great distance, he suffered no serious injury.
Ye Fan stood tall, composed. When all was said and done, his realm was still low — insufficient to match a Great Able in raw spiritual power. No one could leap across the Eight Prohibition domain.
“I challenge you to a contest of physical bodies — do you dare?” The three-headed, six-armed ancient being taunted.
“Then come and try!” Ye Fan spread his arms wide and moved in an open, unrestrained manner, pressing forward.
“Hum!”
The three-headed, six-armed ancient being revealed a cruel smile, then suddenly unleashed a surging torrent of spiritual power — not a physical exchange at all — and struck out.
Ye Fan’s expression did not change. Another divine source stone flew out — one million runes, their fluctuations like a sea — blocking in front of him as it detonated directly.
“You…” The Primordial being’s heart lurched. It fell back rapidly, while on the other side, the ancient being wielding the exquisite pagoda once again deployed the forbidden weapon.
“Hum!”
The void trembled. The boundless divine radiance was all swallowed up. That golden ancient pagoda was extraordinarily wondrous — it absorbed all one million runes branded into the void, as though it had erased the emptiness itself.
“Crack!”
But at that moment, the golden exquisite pagoda let out a sharp sound. A crack appeared across its surface — small, but clearly visible.
Ye Fan’s heart steadied. Forbidden weapons were ultimately still forbidden weapons. No matter how fearsome, they could not be used to their full potential. He was certain that in just a few more exchanges, the pagoda would shatter.
“The pagoda you rely on cannot suppress me!”
“Human boy — with just your level of ability, I’ll erase you without even needing to use anything!” The three-headed, six-armed being charged in — though now it was noticeably more cautious, guarding against Ye Fan deploying another divine source stone.
The other ancient being also rushed in, yet it no longer dared to rashly invoke the golden ancient pagoda. If it couldn’t achieve a one-hit kill, it feared losing the forbidden weapon for nothing.
“Then let me send you both on your way!” Ye Fan let out a long howl that shook the sky and moved the earth. This ancient battlefield actually began to tremble, radiating boundless divine radiance.
“Source Arts!” The hearts of both ancient beings went cold. They had already learned that he possessed a strange technique — one unknown before the Primordial era, created by the human race in later generations — capable of borrowing the power of dragon veins.
“The dragon veins in this place were severed in the Primordial era — how can he still draw power from them?” Both ancient beings felt a deep sense of foreboding.
“Unless an ancient king surpassing the Saint-Master level from among your Primordial beings emerges, anyone who comes at me — I’ll kill them all the same!” Ye Fan’s confidence was absolute.
Not long ago he had already drawn infinitely close to the realm of Source Earth Master. His Source Arts had naturally risen to another level entirely. Throughout this Northern Domain, there were far too many geographical formations from which he could draw upon the power of dragon veins.
One could say that in regions abundant with divine source energy, he could battle any Saint-Master. In the north, in the land where source energy was born, he possessed absolute combat power.
Were he in the Primordial Forbidden Zone, or Purple Mountain and similar places, he would be even stronger. The Northern Domain was his primary battleground — this was the fundamental reason Ye Fan dared return alone.
The battle was fierce. The two ancient beings knew nothing of the mysteries of Source Arts and were suppressed into helplessness. The forbidden weapon, invoked multiple times, finally shattered.
In the Divine Spirit Valley, before the small golden lake underground, the young Primordial Royal clansman and the Northern Emperor channeled their spiritual power. At last, Ye Fan’s figure once again appeared reflected in the lake.
“BANG!”
They witnessed a forceful, domineering kick — as if it had passed through the divine lake itself — sharp and terrifying, shattering the void and turning it into a swath of black holes.
Ye Fan’s foot landed on the chest of the three-headed, six-armed ancient being, pinning him directly to the ground. Dust billowed across the earth, and it was plain to see this ancient being was breathing out more than it breathed in.
“BOOM!”
At the same moment, Ye Fan let out a great shout. The residual dragon veins deep beneath the earth surged to a boil. All life essence and law-force merged as one with Ye Fan. He reached out a great golden hand and struck the other ancient being until it spewed blood in great gouts, crashing face-first into the dust.
“Damn it all!” In the Divine Spirit Valley, the young Primordial Royal clansman’s full head of violet hair stood on end. The violet light in his eyes was devastating enough to shatter the stone chair beside him.
“Source Arts again… In the Northern Domain, he will be inferior to no one!” Wang Teng furrowed his brows.
When Ye Fan swung the God-Scourging Whip, the small golden lake flickered with rippling light — and every image within it vanished.
In the true Tiandu Ancient Mountain Range, Ye Fan swung the God-Scourging Whip to interrogate the two ancient beings, continuously crushing their divine senses and grinding down their will.
“You have one chance. If you don’t want to die, translate this ancient scripture for me.”
The two Primordial beings refused to yield — iron-mouthed, copper-fanged, they refused to say a word. Ye Fan said nothing more and used the God-Scourging Whip, that supreme sacred artifact, to grind away at their divine senses.
“Ahh…” The two ancient beings cried out in agony, unable to endure.
Ye Fan glanced toward the horizon and flew off with his two captives, vanishing into the Tiandu Mountain Range.
Eight days later, the two ancient beings — who wanted to die but could not — submitted. Ye Fan placed them separately in different caves to translate the Immortal Tear Green-Gold Book for him.
This page of green-gold text had been obtained from a black crow’s nest inside the Immortal Burial Grounds, hidden beneath a golden crow’s egg. Every time Ye Fan held it in his hand, it felt scalding hot.
Immortal Tear Green-Gold was a creature exclusive to Great Emperors — priceless in the world. Scriptures engraved using it as material were absolutely of incomparable importance.
“If the scripture passages you translate are different from each other, I will kill you both. After all, there are still plenty of Primordial beings. I won’t have any trouble finding replacements.” Ye Fan warned them.
“This is…” When the two ancient beings received the rubbing copy of the scripture and looked upon the text written in Primordial divine script, their faces changed color on the spot. They couldn’t stop trembling.