Chapter 1110: Tianxuan Sage Takes Action

Chapter 1111: Saint Tianxuan Takes Action

“Oh, so comfortable, I’m going to be steamed alive…” Ye Fan glowed all over. In a pool made of silver-gray rock, the evolution fluid bubbled, and his cries were somewhat suggestive. The pool water contained mysterious minerals with astonishing divine power, which refined his primordial bones. His golden blood surged like thunder, and colorful light radiated from the pool.

The purple-eyed woman, as beautiful and ethereal as an elf, angrily clenched her delicate fists. The purple-haired man, on the other hand, looked utterly devastated and heartbroken, as Ye Fan had absorbed half the efficacy of the evolution fluid.

At Heavenly Village, a group of people were alarmed when a greenish-gold disc flew in. Such a massive object was truly eye-catching. Ye Fan rose to his full height and stepped out of the pool. He could no longer delay; he was about to undergo his Heavenly Tribulation. He entered the village, escorting his two captives.

“God, Buddha, and…” Hua Hua, the child who followed them from Earth, muttered in surprise, rubbing his temples, “Master robbed a flying saucer, kidnapped aliens, and pulled off a big one!” Having been influenced by characters like the Black Emperor and the Dragon Horse for a long time, this little fellow, who was devoted to Buddhism, had picked up some ruffian tendencies. In such a “chaotic” environment, his speech naturally adopted some peculiar vocabulary.

“What kind of artifact is this? It’s so big, and the material is really good. It could be used to refine a grand formation,” the Black Emperor said, tapping the cold, metallic flying saucer with his large paw, speaking in a very appreciative tone.

“Don’t get any ideas. This is a Saint-level spaceship. I’ve named it 'Flying Immortal 12580', and it will be of great use in the future!” Ye Fan declared.

The Saint Prince stepped forward and told him the situation was dire. Ancient Saints wanted to eliminate him in secret, and he might face a great catastrophe; he absolutely must not go out these days.

“I was just looking for the Black Emperor to help me find some ancient Saint scoundrel. I didn’t expect there to be so many blind ones. I’m about to undergo tribulation, and I’ll go block their doorways,” Ye Fan said. He asked the Black Emperor to engrave the most intricate chessboard formation, specifically requesting that it be usable during the most terrifying Heavenly Tribulation and make him untraceable. This truly posed a challenge for the big black dog.

Blood Moon Ridge is a mysterious mountain range where, every night, as mist rises, the bright moon hanging in the sky turns blood red. No one dares to approach it. This is the ancestral land of a notoriously ferocious race, whose name alone could stop a three-year-old child from crying in ancient times. A suppressive and heart-palpitating aura permeated the area all day long.

The Blood Moon Clan, though never having produced an Ancient Emperor, was equally renowned. The clan was exceedingly brutal, having exterminated countless smaller tribes. It is said that the entire mountain range appears blood-red because it has been saturated with blood since ancient times. Though it was already noon, the area was still shrouded in rising yin energy, enveloped by an eerie and bone-chilling cold, which even the midday sun could not dispel.

Deep within the mountain range were ancient and magnificent buildings, situated beside a pool of blood. Within the grandest palace, carved beams and painted pillars gleamed with dazzling splendor.

The Blood Moon King sat enthroned at the top of the grand hall. His body was withered, and his hair, sparse and few, resembled dry yellow weeds. Yet, his power had long reached the Saint King realm, making him renowned among Ancient Saints.

“The world says our Blood Moon Clan is bloodthirsty and inherently cruel,” the Blood Moon King rasped, “but they don’t realize we use this for cultivation, drawing the essence from all living beings’ blood to strengthen ourselves.” The Blood Moon King’s raspy voice echoed through the vast, empty hall, like a vengeful spirit escaped from hell, cold and ruthless. In his eye sockets, two golden lamps seemed to glow, his gaze piercing, and his Ancient Saint aura astounding.

The Blood Moon Clan was obsessed with blood, capable of extracting divine energy from others' blood. Especially from those with special physiques or from Saints—for them, such blood was like a precious elixir of the mortal world!

“I’m very much looking forward to the Human Sacred Body; I wonder if he can help me ascend another great step,” said a Saint-level Ancestral King nearby, licking his lips. He didn't appear very ancient in age and was the Blood Moon King’s grandson, named Xuantuo. In his hand, he held a pure white, crystalline skull, filled with wine. The aroma of wine mixed with fresh blood, creating an enchanting crimson hue. This was, astonishingly, a Saint’s skull, refined into a wine cup. The horror and cruelty of the Blood Moon Clan were evident from this.

“Grandfather, I heard this wine cup in my hand is the skull of an Ancient Saint from the human race,” Xuantuo asked with a smile. “Do we have other such collections within our clan?”

The Blood Moon King shook an unremarkable white wine cup in his hand, his voice like a night owl. “This is also one—a human skull. Back then, they were very weak, forced to cling to various royal clans just to survive. This cup in my hand is the skull of a female Saint King, a rare one… Her blood tasted very sweet. My grandfather personally slew her. At that time, a branch of humanity was our slave; their lives were ours to command, determined by our will. That era is truly nostalgic. After so many years, I never imagined they would become this powerful.”

“The Human Sacred Body’s physique is very special, and his golden sacred blood is a rare elixir. I truly look forward to it, but I still can’t find his whereabouts,” Xuantuo said, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

“You must work hard. My lifespan is not much longer; I may pass away within a few years. It's good that you’ve become a Saint. Your father died early, and if you cannot make another breakthrough in the next few years, you will likely be unable to inherit the great position of our clan. You are not the only Ancient Saint,” the Blood Moon King said.

“I understand. As long as I can find the Human Sacred Body, I will surely ascend another level. It’s a pity it’s not the Primordial Era anymore, so we can’t raise them in captivity,” Xuantuo said, his eyes filled with sinister light.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the magnificent palace shook, and the entire mountain range trembled as if about to be overturned. Distant peaks exploded, and rocks crumbled like clouds.

“What’s happening? Who dares to disturb the ancestral land of my Blood Moon Clan?” Xuantuo shot to his feet.

The Old Blood Moon King's eye sockets blazed with divine light like two golden lamps. He said ruthlessly, “Go take a look. Perhaps it's time for you to establish your prestige.”

Outside the mountain gate, Ye Fan collapsed two mountain peaks with a single punch. He then unceremoniously lifted a huge mountain and hurled it into Blood Moon Ridge, crushing a large number of ancient clan members to death.

“Where did this ignorant brat come from, daring to provoke my Blood Moon Royal Clan? Even if you’re tired of living, don’t seek death like this. We’ll make your life worse than death.” They were among the top ten bloodthirsty royal clans of the Primordial Era. Every clan member fed on blood. There was no anger or fear in their eyes, only extreme excitement as they charged forward. To them, this provocateur was simply blood food!

“Boom!” Ye Fan raised a hand and literally uprooted a mountain range, comprising over twenty peaks. He smashed it down with force.

“Ah…” Screams immediately erupted. Not every ancient clan member was powerful.

“Who are you?” an ancient clan expert roared, realizing the newcomer was extraordinary.

“I am Ye Fan, the Human Sacred Body! Tell your clan leader, the Blood Moon King, and his grandson Xuantuo to come out and face death!” Ye Fan’s thunderous shout echoed for tens to hundreds of miles.

A group of people turned green. While Xuantuo was indeed the clan leader’s grandson, he wasn’t everyone’s grandson. This fellow was deliberately here to cause trouble and stir up chaos.

“Ye Fan… The Human Sacred Body has actually come!” As the news spread, many experts within the Blood Moon Clan became overly excited, rushing forward eagerly, practically drooling. This was because the Blood Moon King had said that once the Human Sacred Body was found, he would personally slay him on the spot and let them taste the golden sacred blood.

“I can’t believe you delivered yourself to our doorstep…” Xuantuo roared, his face filled with pleasant surprise, as he rapidly approached.

The Blood Moon King frowned slightly. It was illogical for the Human Sacred Body to proactively come to their doorstep. Fearing an unforeseen event, he quickly followed.

“Blood Moon King, you issued a bounty among the ancient clans to kill me. Today, I have come. You two idiots, come here and die!” Ye Fan roared. This was sheer arrogance, boundless audacity! To speak like this to two Ancient Saints, one of whom was a Saint King with few rivals—who but a Great Saint would dare reprimand him?

“In the Primordial Era, humans were merely livestock raised by our clan, whose lives and deaths were ours to command, a mere group of blood food,” Xuantuo said chillingly. Then, he calmly stepped forward, pointing a finger. “Let me think about how I’m going to eat you. Should I start from the head, or the heart?”

Xuantuo twirled the pure white, jade-like wine cup in his hand and took a sip of the crimson liquid. “This wine cup is made from the skull of a female Saint King from your human race. It originally belonged to my grandfather, and now it has been bestowed upon me. However, I now find your skull to be even more perfect; I can refine a better drinking vessel from it.”

“Crack!”

The lightning struck so suddenly, covering the entire mountain range, like a vast ocean pouring down from the sky, penetrating everywhere, with electric light filling every inch of space. Silver snakes writhed wildly, golden dragons leaped through the air. Chaos qi permeated the surroundings, and every arc of lightning was tinged with a faint chaotic light, terrifyingly dreadful! Even Saints felt their hair stand on end upon seeing this. Such a massive display was comparable to their own Great Heavenly Tribulation. How could a Dao Slayer possibly survive this?

“Has he become a Saint? Such enormous chaotic arcs of lightning…” Xuantuo was somewhat dazed. Even during his own most terrifying Saint Tribulation, he had never encountered such a sight.

“Run!” the Blood Moon King shouted. He finally understood why Ye Fan dared to be so audacious—he came with malicious intent. Ye Fan’s Heavenly Tribulation was more terrifying each time. Although it wasn't as terrifying as when he first slew the Dao, and no Ancient Great Emperors appeared, it still triggered a Chaos Tribulation that enveloped him, making it even more dreadful than a Saint’s Heavenly Tribulation. This was also why his physical body was comparable to that of a Saint!

He employed the 'Line' character secret art and pursued Xuantuo. Xuantuo was the Blood Moon King's lifeline; targeting one might injure both! In the sky, various palaces emerged. These were chaotic lightning bolts shaped like an ancient Heavenly Court, with humanoid emperors faintly appearing, exerting suppression! This kind of heavenly punishment could definitely harm Xuantuo’s physical body. One bolt might not be enough, but what about ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million…?

“You’re still too green, boy. Saints transcend the mortal world, far beyond what an ant like you can compare to. Killing you is like stepping on a bug!” The Blood Moon King rushed back to rescue his grandson.

However, before he could finish speaking, a divine light, as if striking from an eternal unknown, sliced off his right arm and shoulder diagonally with a *thump*, barely missing splitting him in half! Sacred blood spilled, turning into a bloody mist in the Heavenly Tribulation and slowly dissipating in the chaotic light. This left him both shocked and furious. He knew something was wrong; an Ancient Saint skilled in assassination was hidden here. In the shadows, the Assassin Saint Qiluo, holding a Heaven-Deceiving Formation Platform carved from an ancient Enlightenment Tea Tree trunk, vanished in a flash, as if he had never been there.

“Blood Moon King, you wanted to suppress me with your power, put a bounty on my head with Saint artifacts, and mobilize all the ancient clan experts to kill me. Today, I’ll make you reap what you sow.” Ye Fan approached, bringing lightning with him.

“His assassination techniques are unparalleled, but he is merely a Saint, far from my realm. What can he do to me?!” the Blood Moon King said proudly, his severed arm regenerating. He then held a glowing white Saint bone wine cup and drank a mouthful of blood.

Xuantuo stood beside his grandfather, calming himself. Holding the pure white skull of the female Saint King, he forcefully poured a mouthful of blood-wine into his mouth. “If you want to cause trouble for my Blood Moon Clan, you’re not strong enough yet!” he declared.

“Is that so?” an aged voice responded.

“Boom!”

Amidst the lightning tribulation, a gigantic fist struck, extending for dozens of miles, permeated with chaotic qi. The might of that single punch could astonish immortals and make ghosts weep! Old Saint Wei Yi from the Stone Workshop of Tianxuan Holy Land appeared. His first move was overwhelmingly powerful, shaking heaven and earth. After his punch, the Blood Moon King couldn't resist; his arm bones shattered on the spot, and then his body was torn into pieces, his entire form exploding! Outside, no one could see clearly, as all of this was concealed within the Heavenly Tribulation's light.

“You… do you want to provoke a great war between the human race and the ancient royal clans? Ancient Saints have even taken action. How dare you deal with us like this?!” the Blood Moon King cried in shock and fury. At the same time, he felt immense fear.

“You have the nerve to say that? As Ancient Saints, you placed a bounty on me, a Dao Slayer. The ten royal clans united to kill me. Do you really think I, Ye Fan, am a pushover to be bullied, that you have me cornered?” Ye Fan sneered, “I can also oppress people with power. I know a few Ancient Saints myself; though not many, they are enough to wipe you out! Since you don't follow rules, let's all be chaotic together. First, we'll get rid of you!”

“You…”

The Blood Moon King was enraged and wanted to speak, but he had no chance. The Assassin Saint Qiluo moved. Before his body could reassemble, a silent, cold blade descended, splitting his head into two halves.

“Deity Transformation Blade…” the Blood Moon King screamed in terror. His primordial spirit couldn't escape; under the ink-black long blade in the Assassin Saint’s hand, his primordial spirit turned to ash and was completely absorbed by the blade.

Xuantuo was utterly stunned, his face ashen white. He had only recently become a Saint; how could he possibly contend against an old, experienced Ancient Saint? Now that his grandfather, a Saint King, had been pulverized by a single punch, one could imagine how terrifying the newcomer was.

“Do you want to provoke a war of ten thousand races? All races will then unite to destroy humanity!” he threatened as he fled, bluffing. Unfortunately, the lightning engulfed everything, and his voice could not be heard outside.

“You were the ones who broke the rules first, stretching your hands too far. You wanted to kill me and drink my golden sacred blood? Come, try it!” Ye Fan roared chillingly, “This time, my tribulation is such that even your Great Saints cannot divine it. Killing you now will be in vain!”

“Pfft!”

Ahead, Xuantuo, who was fleeing amidst the lightning, suddenly had his upper and lower body separate. A black demonic blade abruptly appeared, slicing him in half at the waist. It was the Assassin Saint Qiluo again. Xuantuo screamed in agony, dropping the glowing white female Saint King skull wine cup from his hand, wailing heartbreakingly. Although the Deity Transformation Blade only struck his body, its blade energy caused fatal damage to his primordial spirit. His glabella split open, and black blood flowed out.

“You have your day now! You said your clan raised my human ancestors as livestock, as blood food. Today, I will personally wash away their humiliation, starting with the tragically departed female Saint King!” Ye Fan roared, charging forward with a golden fist, bringing ten thousand bolts of lightning with him. He unleashed a punch, piercing through Xuantuo's chest, sending pounds of his flesh and sacred bones flying!