Chapter 1025: The Remaining Might Shakes the Northern Dipper

**Chapter 1026: Lingering Might Shakes the Big Dipper**

“Time to go! The showdown between peerless prodigies at Fire Spirit Gorge is about to begin in an hour!”

“Exactly, let’s quickly find good spots to witness the most anticipated battle in the Eastern Wasteland in recent years and see who emerges stronger.”

People in the Longevity Teahouse rose one after another, and in the blink of an eye, most had left, flying into the distance, eager not to miss this fiery battle of geniuses.

“This is truly exciting; Ye Fan’s alleged disciple or descendant is about to make their move.” Shadows flickered across the sky as many with sharp eyes rode clouds, rushing towards a single direction.

Before long, the teahouse grew quiet. Apart from Divine Knight and a few others, almost everyone had departed.

“This child… he has truly grown up.” Ye Fan felt a surge of emotion. When he left, Tongtong was just a tender toddler, often crying and talking to small animals alone. More than a decade had passed, and he had already become a heaven’s chosen, capable of battling the Saint Sons of various Holy Lands, his reputation soaring.

“Aren’t you all leaving? There won’t be any good viewing spots left soon,” the teahouse attendant kindly reminded them.

“Right, we’re also heading out to witness this battle of geniuses,” Ye Fan said.

“Haha…” Dragon Horse laughed heartily, thrilled to witness Ye Fan’s disciple fighting so soon after arriving in the Star of Skirmishes Domain.

“Is my unseen… Brother Little Nose really going to make his move?” Zhang Qingyang’s eyes sparkled with anticipation for this battle.

Along the way, they saw large groups of cultivators, many of whom were ancient races with strange appearances—some had dog heads and human bodies, some possessed divine wings, others resembled thunder gods, all vastly different.

“More than a decade has passed. The Human Holy Body has retreated, but now a disciple has emerged. I’m eager to see if he truly has three heads and six arms.”

“The Human Holy Body back then made our archaic races look so pathetic. I truly hope he returns to stir up more trouble; I don’t believe the Emperor’s Son can’t cut him down!” Many ancient race powerhouses clearly came with ill intent. When Ye Fan battled the heroes of the world in the Heaven-Severing Mountain Range, blood stained the entire range, and countless heroes died. The ancient races had never forgotten.

“Let’s not even go there. How powerful was Yuan Gu back then? As the eighth-generation descendant of Emperor Yuan, his bloodline power was world-shaking, yet he fought with all his might and still perished.”

Along the journey, various powerful figures from the ancient races continued to appear, speaking and discussing the great decisive battle that had happened years ago, a memory still fresh in their minds.

Fire Spirit Gorge is an ancient battlefield, located a hundred miles west of Sky Scar City. This mountain area features a massive gorge, tens of miles long, where no grass grows; no matter what seeds are planted or how much they are watered, they will not sprout. The soil of Fire Spirit Gorge is reddish-brown and barren. Legend has it that a Fire Spirit once appeared here, reigning over the Middle Domain for countless ages.

Currently, the mountains surrounding Fire Spirit Gorge were teeming with people. This battle held great significance, drawing attention from all sides, and was hailed as a clash of Young Heavenly Kings.

“Are you sure that Ye Tong is connected to the Holy Body? Is he really his disciple or descendant?” someone asked, somewhat disbelievingly.

“You’re out of touch. I saw this child with my own eyes two years ago, led by that son-of-a-bitch Black Emperor for training. He’s absolutely connected to the Holy Body.”

Many couldn’t help but gasp. Ye Fan’s legacy had not been broken. Back then, he had forged an illustrious reputation, shaking the Eastern Wasteland. Even after all these years, his great enemies had not forgotten him.

“Ah, those days were truly unforgettable, so many world-shaking battles that stunned the entire world.”

People’s minds drifted, recalling Ye Fan breaking curses, confronting heavenly might under the moonlight, and first revealing his prowess, drawing worldwide attention as if it were yesterday. Later, in continuous battles, he traversed the world, shaking the heavens and earth, causing rivers of blood and mountains of corpses, a great earthquake across the five domains—those years seemed not so far away.

“They’re here!” someone cried out.

In the distance, a vast expanse of clouds billowed forward, so thick they were impenetrable, like clouds forged from divine metal, boundless and immense. Hundreds of figures stood upon them. Among them was a young man of about twenty, wearing a purple-gold crown and chainmail, tall and exceptionally heroic.

“The people from Wan Chu Holy Land have arrived! The young man at the forefront is their peerless genius, nurtured with all their efforts over the years, named Mo Xue.”

Mo Xue’s expression was calm, his black hair cascading over his shoulders, full of heroic spirit. His eyes were deep, and he stood at the very front of the cloud. His iron armor gleamed with cold light, and the purple-gold crown on his head shone brilliantly, with ripples of the Great Dao flowing around him, making him appear unapproachable.

“Such a proud and heroic bearing. I heard he entered the Great Power realm long ago, and two years ago, he defeated the Wan Chu Saint Son from over five hundred years ago. His strength is incredibly terrifying.”

Mo Xue stood motionless on the cloud. Wisps of Great Dao energy emanated from his body, faintly accompanied by lightning and thunder, as if he were a reincarnated Heavenly King! Behind him stood dozens of silent, expressionless figures.

“This is truly a grand mobilization! Wan Chu Holy Land alone has sent over a dozen Great Power level figures, showing how much importance they place on this battle!”

People were astonished. Although they knew Wan Chu Holy Land had a past grudge with Ye Fan, they hadn’t realized the resentment ran so deep, clearly suppressed for countless years.

“Isn’t it obvious? The Holy Body back then killed their Saint Son, then their Saintess, and finally even lured their furious Saint Lord into the Myriad Dragon Nest… This feud is massive.”

“Shhh, keep your voice down. A living fossil from Wan Chu Holy Land just looked over; they might have heard what we were saying.”

People whispered. The atmosphere in the mountain range instantly grew tense. Wan Chu Holy Land had come to vent their anger, and this battle could only end in victory for them!

“Alas, the Human Holy Body was too dominant back then, leaving a prestigious Holy Land like ours simmering with unvented rage, yet powerless to retaliate.”

Many nodded. Ye Fan had departed, and Wan Chu had finally produced an unparalleled genius. Naturally, they would issue a challenge, aiming to restore their prestige.

“What kind of outrageous things did you do back then?” Dragon Horse asked. Even Zhang Qingyang and Long Yuxuan looked at Ye Fan with strange expressions.

Ye Fan was dumbfounded, then shook his head and said, “It was just to survive.”

“Impossible. How could they hate you so much?” Dragon Horse didn’t believe him.

“They brought it upon themselves,” Ye Fan thought of many past events. When his Dao was not yet complete, he was quite miserable. Various Holy Lands and great sects pursued him for the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron. In those years, he dared not show his true face, relying on his profound Source Arts to change his appearance and flow from one place to another. Without Source Arts in those years, he would have been killed dozens, even hundreds of times. It wasn’t until his cultivation reached the ranks of the world’s powerful lords that everything turned around.

“Boom!”

In the distance, monstrous demonic energy surged, and five-colored divine light pierced the sky. A massive peacock soared across, illuminating the heavens.

“The Peacock King has arrived!”

Everyone gasped. It was none other than the Peacock King who once swept across the world, standing on the cloud, here to observe the battle.

“This is a king of the demon race, who was already on the verge of cutting off his dao before the world changed. Now his Dao is heaven-reaching. He once had dealings with the Holy Body, and he’s here to support Ye Tong.”

Throughout the heavens and earth, furious winds roared, and divine clouds surged. Powerful fluctuations like a vast ocean undulated as numerous major powers arrived in this brief moment.

“The people from Yaoguang, Dao Yi, Zifu, and Yaochi Holy Lands have all arrived. Their lineup is formidable. I never expected this clash of the younger generation to draw out so many Holy Lands.”

“Naturally. Everyone is watching now, eager to see what the Holy Body’s successor is like, and if a second Ye Fan will reappear in the world!”

“Rumble…”

In the distance, the heavens and earth trembled, and savage beasts roared. A man dressed in snow-white robes appeared, riding a golden sniper, standing like a celestial god in the distance. He was handsome and refined, his eyes like stars.

“It’s Jiang Yifei! The Jiang Family’s Saint Lord has actually come in person.”

“For so many years, this man has been the most mysterious. Since his debut, he has never fought any peerless strongman, nor does he have any glorious battle records. No one knows the depth of his cultivation. Yet, some people consider him one of the most terrifying and powerful figures of this era.”

“Aooo…”

Dragon roars shook the nine heavens. In the distance, eighty-one massive dragons crowded the western sky. Their draconic energy caused the heavens and earth to boil. Then, nine terrifying flood dragons appeared, pulling a carriage that stopped among the clouds.

“It’s the Great Xia Emperor Lord Xia Yiming! He’s here!” Everyone gasped, never expecting even the great figures from the Middle Earth to show up.

At the same time, from another direction, demonic energy permeated the surroundings, and a terrifying aura shocked the world. Amidst the purple mist, a figure stood tall and proud, only a pair of eyes piercing through the hazy fog, captivating and chilling many.

“It’s the Heavenly Demon King! Heavenly Demon Palace Lord Yaoyue Kong has also arrived!”

“Boom!”

On another side, ocean-like fluctuations surged, and many ancient race experts unleashed powerful auras, like a million demonic mountains pressing down, making people feel suffocated. Everyone’s expressions changed. It was unknown how many Dao Slayers were among them, all powerful figures sealed in divine sources during the ancient times who had survived to this era.

“Being numerous doesn’t make you great! You want to scare my grand-nephew? There’s nothing to be afraid of!” From the south appeared a tall figure, looking like a wild man with dishevelled hair and monstrous vital energy, holding a wolf-tooth club.

“Barbarian God King Dongfang Ye has arrived!” People’s expressions changed again. They never expected so many great figures to come today, all for this junior’s battle. Clearly, all of this was because Ye Tong might be the Holy Body’s disciple, prompting these great figures to emerge from seclusion and pay close attention.

“I truly never expected that even after so many years since the Holy Body departed, his disciple’s emergence would cause such a stir!” many sighed.

In the distance, Zhang Qingyang and Long Yuxuan were both excited. They never thought Ye Fan possessed such immense prestige in this world that even after his departure, he could still shake the world through his connections!

“He’s here! Ye Tong has finally arrived!” someone exclaimed.

Only one person flew from the distance, without any protectors. He was incredibly fast, transforming into a dazzling rainbow that streaked across the sky.

“Boom!”

When he stopped, people saw a brilliant divine radiance in their eyes. He was a handsome young man, barely twenty, every inch of his body glowing, as radiant as a golden sun.

“You’ve finally arrived!” Mo Xue’s eyes flared with intense light, like two sharp bolts of lightning, shattering the clouds beneath his feet and dispersing them in all directions.

In addition, others shouted, from different great sects, and even from the ancient races, instantly filling the area with murderous intent!

“Master, you really had a lot of enemies back then,” Ye Tong murmured to himself.

His body became even more dazzling. A golden sun rose behind him; this was an innate bloodline phenomenon. The Sun God Blood within his body emitted a sound like a mountain collapse and a tsunami, clearly resonating outwards.

“Even though my master is no longer here, his legacy lives on. Those who are dissatisfied with him or harbor great grudges can come at me!” Ye Tong, full of heroic spirit, glowed with brilliant golden light. He stood amidst a golden sun, making it impossible for people to look directly at him.

“How dare a mere child speak so presumptuously!”

“Hmph, he truly doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!”

Many people shouted, all revealing terrifying killing intent.

In the center of the arena, Ye Tong stood fearless, his thick long hair flowing, enveloped in dazzling Sun Divine Radiance. He declared, “I will face all of my master’s former adversaries on his behalf! But now, my master’s true adversaries are no longer you; they are at a much higher level!”