Chapter 1171: Ten-Thousand-Year Imperial War Concludes

**Chapter 1172: The End of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Emperor Battle**

The ancient, terrifying ghost ships reappeared, their murderous aura palpable. They had drifted through the vast, formidable universe for so many years, like silent specters, their emergence always heralding a great catastrophe.

Everyone had believed that after a hundred thousand years, the calamities they brought would have faded into the mists of time. However, today proved that time could not erase them; they remained as unbelievably formidable as ever.

Vast fleets of ships, dark and boundless, their icy metal surfaces dull, yet they were the most terrifying graveyards in the world. Their destructive vibrations were spreading!

"Quick, initiate warp jump!" Even the Saints grew anxious. Some tore open the void and departed directly, while others constructed stargates, hoping to evacuate their fleets.

They were far enough away to have a buffer of time, and half of them successfully retreated, escaping the impending disaster.

Only those in Ye Fan's vicinity could not succeed, for one of the Grand Daos of Void was primarily directed at them, or more precisely, was stirred by Ye Fan himself.

The Never-Setting Sun Royal Family was in a state of panic. Their five motherships and vast fleets were utterly unable to perform space jumps, held captive by a mysterious force and unable to escape.

This was a great catastrophe!

Besides the Never-Setting Sun Royal Family, half of the marquis' mothership fleets were also blocked. Their stargate constructions failed; their spatial laws were utterly insignificant before the Grand Dao of Void.

"What kind of power is this? The divine laws of the ancient ghost ships' Grand Dao are invincible. Are we all destined to be buried here?"

Everyone's faces turned ashen white. They tried to escape by physical flight, but found it utterly impossible, completely fixed in place by the power of the void.

They would never forget the horrific state of the two Saints moments before, as if invisible giant hands were tearing at them, dragging them into the gates of death, their features contorted as they struggled in vain.

"It's coming for me!"

Ye Fan's scalp tingled with dread. No matter his countless methods or myriad divine abilities, he could not escape. This was the lingering aftermath of a Great Emperor's power, reverberating for over a hundred thousand years.

He felt as if he could be reduced to ashes at any moment. Before such power, an individual was truly insignificant; even on the verge of becoming a Saint, it was not enough.

Ahead, silently and inexorably, a terrifying catastrophe unfolded. Two motherships and hundreds of escort vessels shattered inch by inch, dissolving into cosmic dust.

That destructive wave was about to reach their location!

"I don't want to die! Why would an ancient Great Emperor want to arbitrarily kill me?" In this moment of life-or-death, Ye Fan truly understood the utter insignificance of his power.

To all living beings, ancient Great Emperors were akin to gods; no one's power could contend with theirs!

The situation was critical. The destructive wave rapidly approached, shattering a third mothership and vast fleets. Even Sacred Artifacts were now incredibly fragile, unable to withstand a single ripple of the aftermath.

As the crisis reached its peak, Ye Fan's heart, surprisingly, calmed. Perhaps he would die, but he could not panic. Though his body struggled to move, he knew he must maintain a clear mind.

"The destructive power belongs to the other two Great Emperors. The Grand Dao of Void is merely spreading, not actively destroying life..."

Once calm, Ye Fan felt as if time had frozen. In that flash of insight, he made various judgments, and with his golden divine sense, he activated the profound mysteries of the Great Void Art that he had mastered.

"The Grand Dao of Void is rushing towards me; what I can attract from it is only its Dao..."

His golden divine sense resonated and merged with that supreme Grand Dao. He found that his body could move again, no longer restrained. His judgment was correct.

Then, Ye Fan opened his mouth and spat out an ancient mirror. Its dao patterns intertwined, exuding an ancient, grand aura. Etched upon it were the sun, moon, stars, rivers, and cosmic chaos, elucidating the mysteries of the void.

This was a King Weapon, left by Ji Haoyue in the Eternal Kingdom, later acquired by people from Heaven, and then it fell into his hands. He never expected it to become his life-saving charm at this moment.

The moment the mirror appeared, the previously indistinct Grand Dao of Void seemed to gain sentience, as if a being had revived, and protected it.

The replica Void Mirror shattered, and the myriad patterns etched within it transformed into streaks of light that plunged into the cosmos, absorbed by that Grand Dao.

Ye Fan was astonished. This ancient mirror was not powerful; even he could shatter it. Yet, it acted like a catalyst, reawakening the Grand Dao of Void that had slumbered for over a hundred thousand years.

Rumble!

In the heart of the ghost ship, the Nine-Layered Coffin of Deities emanated wisps of ethereal light, immortal radiance weaving into a complex pattern.

The dark void gradually transformed into light. Everything before the coffin became visible. The other two mysterious fluctuations were suppressed, and the destructive forces began to recede.

A primordial, Great Emperor-level fluctuation contended for dominance, intertwining, mutually eroding, complex and inexplicable, appearing exceedingly sinister.

"Why is this happening?"

Ye Fan had rarely been as profoundly shaken as he was today. Hadn't it been said that Great Emperors rarely encountered each other, and could not fight in the same era? Yet, at this moment, he saw three Emperor Marks.

The Grand Dao of Void, one against two, engaged in a silent confrontation. The cosmos and starry sky trembled, and the myriad galaxies seemed on the verge of falling.

Flash!

Three streaks of light burst forth from the ancient coffin, soaring above the boundless star sea. They transformed into eternity, became the Heavenly Dao, and merged with the world's very origin.

They twisted, tangled, and intertwined, as if divine beings were locked in a desperate battle of life and death!

"This... is the continuation of a battle from over a hundred thousand years ago, the conclusion of an ancient Great Emperor's confrontation!" Ye Fan's voice trembled.

It was truly unimaginable that such an event could occur, to witness the lingering power of the Void Great Emperor deep within the cosmos, amidst the endless star sea.

Who were those two individuals?

Ye Fan knew this was not a true clash between Great Emperors, for the individuals themselves had long since passed away, the time too distant. This was merely the continuation and contention of their Daos.

Heroes of all ages, buried in the starry sky, their mere aftershocks caused four Grand Sages to perish in regret and dozens of ancient Saints to fall, giving rise to these terrifying ghost ships.

This was the secret of the ghost ships: they were created by three supreme existences, and even now, their aftershocks had not yet extinguished.

"It's them... it must be them!"

Ye Fan felt a chill throughout his body. He had discerned the origin of the other two: they must have come from the Undying Mountain!

Back then, first the Great Accomplished Holy Body, then the Void Great Emperor, exerted their divine might across two generations to suppress the Dark Turmoil and quell the calamities originating from the Undying Mountain.

Everyone knew that the Great Accomplished Holy Body eventually grew old and frail, perishing in his later years at Sacred Cliff, slain by others.

The Void Great Emperor took his place, bearing the full brunt of everything. He too eventually grew old, reaching his twilight years when he had achieved his objectives and was about to withdraw. Soon after returning to his family, he buried himself within the boundless turbulent void.

"That era was incredibly arduous. The Undying Mountain harbored more than one supreme existence. The Void Great Emperor once slew one, and later, he ventured into it alone, with a heart ready for mutual destruction, to confront them!"

It could be said that those were the most difficult years for humanity. A single human Great Emperor had to contend and strategize with several supreme existences. It was truly arduous to quell the turmoil, especially as other forbidden zones of life were also stirring.

It is hard to imagine the true plight the Void Great Emperor faced back then.

Later generations pieced together fragments from vanished ancient texts, reconstructing some facts from that time: during the Void Great Emperor's era, all seven forbidden zones of life had been active!

This was a secret untold in historical records, a deduction only possible by later generations gathering countless rumors. It was a dark and perilous age. Among the ancient Great Emperors, the Void Great Emperor might have suffered the most, for he faced an overwhelming number of difficulties.

What kind of pressure did he endure alone? It's unimaginable, for he might have faced unrest from more than just one forbidden zone.

No one knows how he successfully quelled all the great turmoils, nor what exact price he paid.

Few in the present world know all of this. Ye Fan himself had only heard some rumors, later confirming them when Ji Zi implicitly acknowledged their truth.

There were also rumors that the Grand Emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty might have been the Void Great Emperor's second incarnation. Ye Fan had asked Ji Zi about this as well, but Ji Zi merely shook his head sorrowfully.

Only a few ancient secrets have been passed down, stating that the Void Great Emperor faced the most hardships, and to quell the turmoils, he himself paid an unimaginable price. He battled from birth until his old age, until he was frail and infirm.

Facing several forbidden zones alone, he ultimately quelled the great chaos. What price did he pay? From Ji Zi, Ye Fan learned a single truth: the Void Great Emperor, despite possessing an undying medicine, only lived for one lifetime!

Without a doubt, it was a tragic song.

Among all Great Emperors, he fought the most battles, faced the most enemies, and paid the greatest price!

The subsequent golden age of humanity was greatly connected to his foundational work. While he lived, his enemies feared him to the core, so much so that later human Great Emperors faced foes who dared not exhaust their full might.

"In his twilight years, when the Void Great Emperor was old and frail, and about to pass away, he buried himself in the boundless void. Unbeknownst to the world, his battle had not ended; he fought two supreme existences in the starry sky..." Ye Fan murmured to himself.

At this moment, everyone could move again. With the emergence of the Grand Dao of Void, suppressing the other two destructive forces, the crowd felt as if they had received a great amnesty and swiftly retreated.

The Emperor Battle from over a hundred thousand years ago drew its curtain, and at this moment, its aftershocks also emitted their ultimate brilliance, revealing a conclusion.

A deep thud!

The Nine-Layered Coffin of the Mythical Era — its final layer actually opened!

From an extreme distance, Ye Fan opened his Heaven's Eye, exerting all his cultivation to observe, determined to see through to the very truth.

The aura of ancient Great Emperors diffused, and even from an immeasurable distance, all motherships trembled, and all living beings prostrated themselves.

At this critical juncture, the green copper glowed. Only when facing the world's most terrifying aura did it revive, stabilizing Ye Fan's body. In this vast starry sky, he alone remained standing.

The ancient coffin, buried in the Ninth Heaven, opened, and a magnificent body fell out. In its hand, it clutched a shattered weapon, forged from Eternal Azure Gold and stained with Emperor's blood.

The Eternal Azure Gold had already shattered into dozens of pieces over a hundred thousand years ago. Now, this Emperor Weapon transformed into streaks of light, flying in all directions and vanishing into the cosmos.

This was the Ultimate Dao Weapon of an enemy that the Void Great Emperor had destroyed in the past!

At the same time, another mighty body fell from the ancient coffin. The aura of an ancient Great Emperor permeated the surroundings, shaking the six directions and eight desolations.

"Void! You fought your entire life, and even in death, you dragged us down with you. Though we resent it, we also respect it..." This was the remnant will of a majestic figure from over a hundred thousand years ago.

"You calculated our arrival, feigning death within the coffin. Though old and frail, you still set this trap and ultimately brought about our demise. Unwilling..." This was the remnant will emanating from the other body.

They had perished over a hundred thousand years ago; their bodies should have disintegrated back then. However, the lingering aftershocks of their remnant wills remained, preserved until now. And at this moment, they shattered inch by inch, transforming into two eternal immortal glows that merged into the cosmos.

Vast fleets of ships were disintegrating, and the ghost ships would cease to exist!

Only one ancient coffin remained, solitary and aimless. It shattered its chains and drifted toward the depths of the dark cosmos, embarking on its solitary journey.

"Quick, activate the teleportation array! Seize the ghost ship's divine treasure!" Many marquises shouted.

Ye Fan, however, remained motionless, quietly watching the ancient coffin drift away. He felt a profound sorrow, a sadness for the Void Great Emperor.

He had fought his entire life, only to face a desolate twilight. In the end, just one man, one coffin, drifting alone into the cosmos—this was his conclusion.

He remembered the words of the Black Emperor, his heart stirred.

"True human Great Emperors are invincible!"

"True human Great Emperors are all dead..."

From birth, the Void Great Emperor battled until old age. Even just before his demise, frail and infirm, he continued to fight two supreme existences alone in an unknown corner of the cosmos.

He possessed an undying medicine, yet he lived for only one lifetime.

Ye Fan murmured to himself: "True... human Great Emperors... are all dead."

That ancient, unadorned coffin drifted away alone, vanishing into the darkness, until it was no longer visible.