Chapter 1083: The Eight-Generation Bad Luck Extraterrestrial Prodigy

Saints from beyond the cosmos have arrived, descending upon the Eastern Wasteland. This is a profoundly significant event, heralding an era of grand and tumultuous change in the future.

No one knows where they came from, but everyone understands that ancient Saints capable of traversing star domains are no ordinary beings; they are truly world-shaking.

Inside the small tavern, the old master of the Qishi Mansion remained calm, showing no surprise at all. Just moments before, he had pointed to the sky and declared that Sages from beyond the cosmos would arrive, and his words were immediately proven true.

"How many Sacred Bodies have passed through here to enter and exit the cosmos? Well, I can't count them all, but their experiences were certainly extraordinary," the old Saint said.

"I want to know, where exactly did they go?" Ye Fan asked.

"They went to a distant ancestral land," the old Saint replied. "Innumerable Sages have battled there; unless one has bathed in divine blood, they are not considered truly strong."

Ye Fan showed a peculiar expression. What kind of place was that? He had never heard of it before; it seemed to be an extraordinary ancient land.

"Nowadays, becoming an immortal is the common pursuit of all the strongest cultivators," the old Saint said. "Their interest in other matters has faded. Alas, who among them can truly succeed?" Ji Ziyue, Pang Bo, Ji Haoyue, the Central Emperor, the Western Bodhisattva, the Southern Demon, and others had all departed. What Ye Fan hadn't expected was that the old Saint also mentioned another name: Yaoguang.

"He went too..." Ye Fan asked in surprise, "The one left behind in the Yaoguang Holy Land wasn't his true body?"

"It was merely an avatar and a Dao body," the old Saint replied with a definite answer. "His true body departed five years ago."

At the same time, he revealed a secret: the Great Green Emperor was able to achieve Dao even after the great changes in heaven and earth because he entered that ancestral land from this very place and forcibly seized the creation of heaven and earth.

Of course, the Great Green Emperor did not go as a disciple of the Qishi Mansion. Instead, he "borrowed the path" with great power, fighting his way to that star domain and undergoing numerous baptisms of battle and blood.

"This is a very brutal ancient path," the old Saint continued. "What it's truly like, I do not know, as I myself have never experienced it."

Over the past tens of thousands of years, every ten thousand years, a group of people would embark on this journey, ranging from one or two to over a dozen individuals. However, very few of them ever returned alive.

"Over such a long period, several Sacred Bodies have gone," he added. "According to records, three of them bled outside the cosmos, buried their bones in foreign lands, and perished on this path."

"So brutal?!" Ye Fan exclaimed, shaken. Before the ancient era, the Sacred Body was absolutely an almost invincible physique; in their youth, who could contend with them besides young Great Emperors?

What kind of path was this, where even powerful Sacred Bodies, famed for being undefeated, shed blood? The perils and horrors of the path ahead were imaginable, no wonder it was called the strongest trial in history.

Ye Fan still clearly remembered that the Black Emperor had once seriously stated that the Great Emperor Wushi had also walked this path, leaving countless corpses underfoot and rivers of blood, having encountered some extremely powerful adversaries.

Who was Wushi? Extremely powerful. Even though he was far from achieving Dao at that time, he was unmatched by others. To encounter formidable opponents was absolutely shocking.

Of course, to be born in the same era as Wushi was certainly a tragedy for those individuals; their defeat was foreseeable, as he was, after all, unique.

Only a few people returned alive. Wushi and the Great Green Emperor returned, yet even three Sacred Bodies perished, their blood dried, and their cold bones lay scattered.

Ye Fan stayed at the Qishi Mansion for several days, then bid farewell and departed, waiting for the ancient path to open half a year later so he could step into the mysterious starry gate.

In the Eastern Wasteland, the arrival of a Saint from beyond the cosmos had an enormous impact. Everyone was discussing it, believing that the path to immortality was about to open and the world would no longer be peaceful.

Becoming an immortal, the ultimate goal pursued by ancient Great Emperors. Yet even now, it was difficult to say clearly whether an immortal realm truly existed or if one could truly ascend and become an immortal.

Ancient Emperors and Human Emperors had all predicted this grand era, placing their hopes on future generations. This era was finally approaching.

Wang Xu issued a denial, stating that he had never claimed he would battle Huang Xudao, defeat the Holy Prince, or suppress the Human Sacred Body, and that someone was inciting trouble.

Of course, he also stated that he genuinely wished to spar with some young masters to advance his cultivation.

Wang Xu was a disciple of the Saint from beyond the cosmos, having descended into this world along with his master and senior disciples. No one knew their origins, but it was rumored that they had once been invited as guests by a Saint-level ancient king.

Although Wang Xu issued a denial, some people still claimed they had personally heard the words and that they were not false.

Two days later, in the Divine City of the Northern Region, Huo Qilin and Huo Lin'er, the brother and sister, met Wang Xu. They drank heartily and conversed happily.

However, less than half an hour later, the tavern, standing among the clouds, disintegrated. It cracked from within, then shattered, sending dust and smoke everywhere.

Many people saw Wang Xu stumble out, his face bruised and swollen, his expression extremely grim.

"Wang Xu fought with a Royal Prince and suffered a great loss!" people murmured.

"To be able to survive against a Royal Prince and only injure his face, his cultivation is astonishing," someone else commented.

Many people whispered. Everyone in the Divine City was surprised to see the tavern in ruins and Wang Xu looking despondent, his face bruised.

"Brother Wang, don't rush off. I'm truly sorry this happened," Huo Lin'er called out from behind with a smile. "I didn't expect another Royal Brother to arrive, and for there to be a misunderstanding between you."

Hearing this, people felt surprised. It seemed this wasn't done by the Huo Lin siblings. Could it be someone else?

As dust and smoke filled the air, people only saw a blurred figure departing into the distance. They hadn't seen the true body, leading to much speculation.

"Could it be that the Holy Prince arrived, displeased with his arrogant words, and defeated Wang Xu?" someone speculated.

"Most likely," another agreed. "Otherwise, who else would do this? Only the Holy Prince would have that kind of strength."

"No, that blurred figure just now looked like Huang Xudao!" someone else exclaimed.

People were suspicious, but ultimately, they couldn't determine who the blurred figure was.

"What does that have to do with me? Though it seems I've arrived at just the right moment," the Holy Prince suddenly appeared above the Divine City and swept his staff across.

"You..." Wang Xu was both shocked and enraged. He had just suffered a hidden loss during their drinks, suppressed by Huang Xudao, and now he was obstructed by a monkey. Things were truly going as badly as possible for him.

"The true Holy Prince has arrived! That person just now must have been Huang Xudao!" people suddenly understood.

Above the Divine City, an unexpected battle unfolded. The sky ripped open, vital energy surged, and clouds and mist obscured the sun and moon.

Wang Xu was indeed very powerful, but compared to the Holy Prince, he was still a step behind. He couldn't withstand the black iron staff and was instantly sent flying, spitting blood, his lower body a mangled mess.

The monkey left after fighting, not bothering to glance back, and did not take his life. He said, "I thought I could comprehend the Dao through battle, but it was nothing special!"

"This Wang Xu really had the worst luck," people said. "First suppressed by Huang Xudao, then almost beaten to death by the Holy Prince. Does he really think that just because he can traverse star domains, he can look down on this ancient planet? He should consider who he's provoked."

People discussed, and many shook their heads.

"That's all? I thought he was very powerful," said Ye Tong, who was also in the Divine City. Beside him was a black cat, formed by the Black Emperor's transformation; there was no other way, as it was too hated to appear openly.

Wang Xu was almost beaten to death, his primordial spirit fractured, and his lower body almost gone. He indirectly fell from above the Divine City, almost landing on the bluestone ground.

Only when he was two zhang above the ground did he stabilize himself. He struggled to shoot into the sky, glaring resentfully at the Divine City. This was a painful place for him, where he had lost all face.

"Hold on, are you just leaving like that?" Ye Tong asked from a distance, arms crossed. He was very handsome, with a radiant expression. "I want to ask, did you ever say you'd defeat the Holy Prince and suppress the Human Sacred Body?"

"What if I did?!" Wang Xu said with a cold face. Nothing had gone right for him today.

"I want to say, you're still far from it," Ye Tong said, shaking his head with a composed smile. "In a few more years, after I've cut the Dao, I'll probably be able to slap you into eight pieces."

"How dare you, a mere greenhorn, disrespect me!" Wang Xu was immediately enraged. He completely forgot about his master and senior disciples scolding him for boasting and telling him to "deny" the claims. After repeated setbacks today, veins bulged on his forehead.

He struck down with a palm, a technique of a peak Dao-cutting expert. Its momentum was terrifying, as swift as divine lightning.

A neigh rang out.

A wild horse, not appearing particularly magnificent, charged furiously. It carried Ye Tong, galloping through the sky, straight towards Wang Xu.

It was indeed the Dragon Horse. Of course, it did not reveal its true form, concealing its dragon bones and true appearance, transforming into a wild horse. Otherwise, as an auspicious beast only ancient Great Emperors could possess, its direct appearance would be too dazzling.

Ye Tong rode on its back, completely at ease. The Dragon Horse's own attack power was too high; it thrust a hoof forward, yelling, "I'll stomp on your lungs!"

Thud!

Wang Xu was sent flying sideways on the spot, his entire arm was almost broken, and a clear hoof print marked his chest and lungs, almost trampled through.

"This seems to be Ye Tong, the Human Sacred Body's disciple. He actually came too," someone exclaimed, guessing Ye Tong's identity and showing a peculiar expression, instantly drawing the attention of everyone in the Divine City.

Wang Xu was furious. Being suppressed by Huang Xudao and the Holy Prince was one thing, but even a greenhorn dared to ride a wild horse and charge at him; it truly filled him with suppressed rage.

"You're the Human Sacred Body's disciple? I'll deal with you first, then settle the score with him!" Wang Xu declared.

"Hmph, stop bragging," Ye Tong said, shaking his head with a composed smile. "With your limited abilities, you can't even get past me and the Heavenly Horse."

In Wang Xu's eyes, this was a form of contempt and insult. At least Huang Xudao and the Holy Prince had come themselves, but the Human Sacred Body was truly going too far to send only a disciple and a wild horse; it was truly looking down on him too much.

He unleashed his most powerful secret technique, delivering an extremely terrifying strike that even the Dragon Horse had to be cautious against.

Ye Tong also made his move, unleashing the Sun God Art. His entire body glowed like a scorching sun, then he unleashed an Emperor-level secret technique, pushing it outwards.

"He truly has the demeanor of the Sacred Body back then, very similar to the Ye Fan of old, full of divine bravery!" many people praised.

Thud!

The Dragon Horse attacked, sweeping its hoof, dismantling Wang Xu's most powerful offensive technique. Carrying Ye Tong as it galloped through the sky, it sent Wang Xu flying hundreds of paces away.

One person and one mount traversed the sky, leaving a trail of blood behind them. Wang Xu was trampled beyond recognition, covered in blood with bones exposed, his lungs even trampled through by the horse's hoof.

"The Human Sacred Body didn't even show up," people commented, "yet his disciple managed to deal with this Wang Xu. This is truly..."

"I heard this Ye Tong isn't betrothed yet. He's bound to be another Ye Fan in the future, and now would be a good time for an alliance through marriage," many from great sects considered. Many showed surprised looks, full of expectation for this growing young man.

Wang Xu was filled with hatred. The Human Sacred Body didn't even appear, instead sending a disciple and a wild horse to heavily injure him; this was truly a great humiliation.

"My master's lineage is not inferior to anyone, passing down unparalleled methods in the world. We will make you pay for this!" he declared, filled with resentment, as he departed.

However, this was truly a misunderstanding of Ye Fan. He had only just arrived in the Eastern Wasteland, hadn't arranged any of this, and was completely unaware of these events.