Chapter 1133: The Battle of the Primordial Life Order Stone

Chapter 1134: The Primordial Stone Battle

In the dark universe, one colossal warship after another gleamed with silver light, their cold metallic sheen piercingly chilling, as they systematically sailed towards a vast sea of stars.

While the fleet appeared magnificent up close, it was insignificant compared to the boundless universe, where countless star fields remained eternally desolate, silence being their perpetual theme.

"Target spotted!"A fleet of warships appeared on the large screen. At its center was a golden battlecruiser, thousands of feet long, inscribed with intricate Dao patterns, appearing ancient and majestic.

"Leave none alive, kill them all!" Fan Tian yelled, his purple warship blazing with brilliant light as it charged forward, unleashing thousands of light beams to bombard the enemy.

"Board the flagship. Once we seize the Primordial Stone, we can refine the ultimate evolution fluid. Hope is within our grasp," Fan Zhou said, waving his hand ruthlessly as he gave the final command.

In this star field, various light beams crisscrossed, and warships exploded, their immense energy turning into a dazzling, destructive light that swept across the entire region.

"Boom!"An asteroid exploded, its terrifying radiance engulfing the star field ahead, followed by an even more violent energy storm that raged outwards.

Swathes of fleets were engulfed in flames, reduced to cosmic dust. Large areas became death zones as both sides engaged in fierce combat.

"Fan Zhou, your reach is too far. Do you wish to wage an all-out war of attrition with our Primordial Demon Star Sea?" a commanding voice echoed from within the golden Saint Weapon.

"Enough talk! How did you pursue my niece earlier? You provoked us first. Today, unless you hand over a divine mineral, don't dream of leaving alive!" Fan Zhou retorted.

The Fan family's two Saint Weapons erected colossal light shields, blocking all incoming attacks. In contrast, their adversaries were not as fortunate, as their warships continuously exploded and disintegrated.

The usually desolate universe was now utterly ablaze, with endless light beams. Many surrounding asteroids were affected, constantly exploding and forming a terrifying storm.

Ye Fan calmly observed everything. Facing attacks from Saint Weapon warships, perhaps only Saints could endure them. If he engaged in long-range combat, he would surely suffer a bitter defeat.

These warships possessed immense power, unlike other Saint Weapons designed solely for long-range battles; they were the perfect fusion of the Great Dao and technology.

This was a massacre, as the strength of the two sides was unequal. How could one damaged Saint Ship withstand the assault of two Saint Weapons?

"Boom!"There was no flowing blood, no flying bone fragments, yet it was even more brutal. When the warships disintegrated, nothing remained; everyone was reduced to ashes.

This was a brutal battle. The Primordial Demon Sea suffered heavy losses due to the vast disparity in power. Lives vanished in the flames, and souls turned to smoke.

Ye Fan remained silent. This star field was no less, perhaps even more, brutal than the Big Dipper region. Various divine Dao laws flickered, and destructive technological weapons impacted, reaping lives.

Killing without bloodshed, accompanied by the explosion and fall of stars, the battlefield was incredibly vast. Every crushed warship created patches of black holes.

"Boom!"The golden Saint Ship opposite could no longer hold out. Already damaged, it was now in an even worse state. At that moment, a golden figure surged out from within.

"Fan Zhou, I'll fight you to the death!"It was a golden giant, over a dozen zhang tall, forged from unknown divine metals. It wielded a golden holy sword, cleaving through space as it attacked.

"Mo Zhan, do you think I fear you? I've long wanted to slay you!" Fan Zhou also plunged into the star field, encased in a purple giant form over a dozen zhang tall, wielding a purple-gold battle spear.

Undoubtedly, these were Saint Weapons, supreme treasures refined by the Great Dao. They were also considered the divine cores embedded within cosmic Saint Ships, making them unparalleled in power.

Both giants were covered in Dao patterns and wreathed in brilliant divine radiance. All light beams directed at them were useless; these were Saint Weapon divine spirits, and the two began a fierce battle.

Mo Zhan, wielding his golden greatsword, struck down vertically, the light beam extending tens of thousands of zhang, as if a Saint were fighting!

"Clang!"Fan Zhou blocked with his purple battle spear, unleashing a series of dazzling divine lights that shattered a section of the starry sky, causing a terrifying collapse in that area!

The two powerhouses clashed, like ancient Saints in a grand battle. Encased within the divine cores of their Saint Weapons, they elevated their combat strength to an incredibly terrifying level.

"Boom!"A sweep of the golden holy sword cleaved a star in front of them, turning it into massive meteorites that scattered in all directions, striking seven or eight small warships and instantly engulfing them in flames.

"I heard that cultivators like you fight solely with your physical bodies, without using external artifacts. Is that true?" the bald man sidled up to Ye Fan, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Indeed, true powerhouses can block Saint Weapons with their bare hands," Ye Fan nodded.

"Fan family, you're insane! Prepare to face the wrath of the Primordial Demon Sea. We will never rest until one of us is destroyed!" The fleet battle continued, but the Mo family suffered heavy losses, with many powerhouses falling.

"Mo Feng, you dared to scheme against my cousin. This time, I'll make you pay dearly! Give me your life!" Fan Tian intervened. He was undoubtedly a ruthless and cunning individual, ramming his Saint Weapon through the enemy lines, slaughtering more than half of the Primordial Demon Sea's raiders.

At this point, he targeted Mo Feng, unwilling to engage in prolonged combat. He directly activated his Saint Ship, which unleashed vast networks of purple lightning intertwined with chaotic mist.

He deployed a Dao weapon, directly tearing apart the thousand-zhang-long battleship, causing it to rapidly disintegrate.

"Fan Tian, your ancestors named you so, aligning with your progenitor's title, to highlight your martial prowess... Dare you fight me?" Mo Feng shouted. At a critical moment, he surged into space, not perishing with the disintegrating warship.

Fan Tian was handsome, but when he smiled, he exuded an arrogant, cruel air. He said, "I have such a huge advantage; would I be kicked by a donkey in the head to fight you physically?"

"Whoosh!"Purple lightning interlaced across the sky, chaotic energy surged, and the Dao attacks became even fiercer. Star-cloud chains pierced through space, enveloping Mo Feng, glittering with myriad divine lights.

"Alright, I surrender!" Mo Feng was straightforward. Resisting would have meant certain death. He put his hands behind his back, allowing the star-cloud chains to bind him tightly.

Of course, he was not as fortunate as Qi Meng. Fan Tian showed him no mercy. The light beams and lightning continued to flash, charring Mo Feng's body and breaking dozens of his bones.

Mo Feng was indeed tough, not uttering a single groan as Fan Tian captured him.

"Cripple him for me, leave him with half a life!" Fan Tian was decisive, issuing this command.

"Don't act rashly, I'll deal with him later!" Fan Zhou called out from afar. Encased in his purple Saint Weapon, he wielded a battle spear, having pierced the golden giant and was on the verge of victory.

"Boom!"Suddenly, the giant battleship carrying Fan Xian and Ye Fan came under attack as masters tore through space and invaded.

Fan Zhou, piloting the purple-gold giant, charged out. The Saint Ship, lacking its divine core, had its defenses drastically reduced, allowing these individuals to successfully breach it.

The Saint Ship itself was intact. These individuals, ordered by Mo Zhan, broke in using secret treasures, intending to occupy it. If Mo Zhan could take control of the golden divine core and activate it, they could immediately perform a spatial leap and escape smoothly.

This was a group of masters who, after entering, quickly launched attacks, slaughtering a swath of people. Ye Fan's eyes showed indifference; the Eternal Kingdom truly surpassed the Big Dipper in its cruelty.

"Pfft!"Blood splattered, and both sides suffered heavy losses. Among them was a Half-Saint, incredibly powerful, who attacked the main control room and quickly occupied it. Clearly, this was a direct descendant of the Mo family.

"Destroy this ship!" Fan Xian decisively ordered, personally moving to dismantle critical systems.

This was the outer shell of a Saint Weapon. As long as its internal divine core was alive, the ship's body could be reshaped. At this moment, they couldn't let the enemy gain control, or the trouble would be immense.

Naturally, many also attacked Ye Fan. All those who managed to board were masters. He protected the bald man and others behind him, engaging them with the Mountain-Holding Seal. He didn't reveal his true combat strength, but even this was sufficient. Swathes of people fell, their bones broken and tendons snapped, blood splattering everywhere, many dying unnatural deaths.

"Quickly stop him, kill this young man, or they'll destroy the ship's body!" several middle-aged men shouted.

All the masters rushed forward, Dao patterns interweaving and secret treasures flying, attacking Ye Fan and Fan Xian. Battle energy surged, led by three Dao Slayers.

Golden light streamed from Ye Fan's entire body. With a single Mountain-Holding Seal, flesh and blood splattered, bone fragments flew everywhere. Dozens died in the blink of an eye, and one Dao Slayer had his head crushed by Ye Fan's palm, instantly shocking everyone present.

"Let's retreat; that Half-Saint might be coming over!" Fan Xian said, her gaze clear and calm, showing no anxiety, as if she had everything under control.

Ye Fan covered their retreat, like a golden god of war. The people from the Primordial Demon Sea dared not approach him, wary in his presence, feeling that simply driving them off the ship would suffice.

"Fan Zhou, thank you for gifting me an intact Saint Ship. Next time we meet, I'll express my gratitude again!" Mo Zhan's icy voice resonated. He instantly turned the tide, enduring another spear thrust that pierced the chest of his golden divine core, creating a large hole. He then vanished from his spot and rushed into the purple Saint Ship.

"Now that we have the golden divine core, we can perform a spatial leap. Let's return to the Primordial Demon Sea!" the Half-Saint who had occupied the main control room roared, ordering everyone to act.

"Hehehe..." Fan Zhou sneered, not pursuing or stopping them. He stood still, holding his battle spear.

Suddenly, blazing purple light surged upwards, engulfing the entire warship in a purple radiance. It completely sealed, transforming into a cage.

"Mo Zhan, did you want to borrow a path? Little did you know I also wanted to lure you into a trap, and I had already prepared this cage for you!" Fan Zhou laughed loudly, his eyes cold and sharp.

"You... you had already set a trap for me, Fan Zhou, you're good!" Mo Zhan said through gritted teeth.

"Hand over the Primordial Stone, and I guarantee your lives will be spared. Otherwise, you know my nature; not a single one of you will survive!" Fan Zhou said coldly, standing in the cosmic void, his gaze sharp and predatory, exceptionally fierce.

Battles elsewhere had also concluded. Numerous warships surrounded the area, and the Primordial Demon Sea's raiders suffered a crushing defeat. The remaining direct descendants were all trapped within the purple Saint Ship.

Mo Zhan remained silent for a long time, then said, "I hope you keep your word."

"Don't worry, our two families' ancestors have some ties. I also don't wish for them to fight to the death over this," Fan Zhou laughed heartily.

Mo Zhan sneered inwardly. There were no ties between their ancestors; it was merely mutual apprehension, a reluctance to truly engage in a life-or-death confrontation.

A fist-sized, silver-white stone flew out. The moment it appeared in the universe, it drew countless wisps of chaotic energy, brimming with powerful vitality.