Chapter 1225: God

Chapter 1226: God

The Quasi-Emperor's corpse loomed in the depths of the universe, its head touching the Nine Heavens, its feet rooted in the Nine Netherworlds. The sun, moon, and stars revolved around it, and a celestial river flowed from its open mouth.

Such a sight shocked all who beheld it; anyone would tremble with fear, their hearts turning cold.

Its thick black hair was comparable to a galaxy, and its bronze-colored body, after countless millennia, remained uncorrupted, still gleaming.

"Quasi-Emperor's artifact, where is it hidden?" Though trembling, the Golden Crow was also immensely excited, staring intently at the corpse.

That would be an incredibly precious divine artifact, perhaps allowing him to glimpse the profound mysteries of achieving Dao, because this magnificent and colossal corpse was the result of a failed attempt to achieve Dao.

Ye Fan also knew the immense importance and value of this place. A Quasi-Emperor had perished here; it must have condensed the mysteries of heaven and earth. Those aspiring to achieve Dao would surely go mad for it.

Was it a real corpse, or a manifestation of Dao principles? Why was it so real? Its blood-stained face and closed eyes conveyed endless vicissitudes and sorrow, incredibly vivid, as if it had only just lost its life.

Chaotic energy swirled around it. The Quasi-Emperor's corpse seemed like a failed creator, whose life had ended here, a brilliant peak plummeting into an abyss.

"Oh, more people are coming." Ye Fan noticed that another group of his pursuers had arrived. They were all hidden in the shadows, shaken, but not daring to act rashly.

Because this place was too terrifying. Even Ancient Saints who came here were terrified. Yet, not one person retreated, because they all knew the value of this place.

*Boom!*

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed between heaven and earth, shaking the souls of the Ancient Saints so much they nearly left their bodies. Their faces turned pale, and their bodies trembled.

The colossal Quasi-Emperor's body moved. Countless Dao patterns converged within it, and its body contracted, slowly receding into a single point.

Was it dissolving into the Dao?

The entire starfield shook, emanating an ancient, desolate aura. The corpse continuously blurred; all divine principles of the Heavenly Dao converged inward, gathering at a single point: its forehead, or rather, the Immortal Platform.

"Indeed, it's a manifestation of principles, not a real Quasi-Emperor's body!" The Golden Crow stammered, trembling. Though an Ancient Saint, he couldn't withstand the fluctuations, his body cracking all over. With a cry of pain, he transformed into a golden streak and fled.

Ye Fan also silently retreated, moving away from the area and observing quietly. The Dao manifestation left by this Quasi-Emperor was truly terrifying. Even the aura naturally emanating from it was more than an ordinary person could bear.

The rumbling of the Grand Dao shook the ancient starfield, like the sound of creation. In a trance, it seemed to come from the dawn of the universe, deafening, giving one signs of comprehending the Dao.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the mothership, listening intently and concentrating on comprehending, further solidifying his Dao fruit and contemplating the traces of the Dao between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Finally, with one last mighty roar, the colossal Quasi-Emperor's body dimmed. All myriad Dao principles converged into the corpse's luminous white forehead bone.

Although it was shattered and bloody, it remained the master of the Dao, becoming its ultimate destination.

Finally, the Quasi-Emperor disappeared. He transformed into streaks of Dao light, scattering into the universe. The most dazzling beam from his forehead, like a celestial river, directly merged into the ancient star above his head.

That had once been a source of life, but due to his attempt at Dao achievement, it had met its end, becoming a dead star. Now, there was no life left at all.

The universe quieted down, returning completely to silence, with not a single sound. It was a scene of darkness and cold, with no more unusual phenomena.

Only that formerly living ancient star appeared strange, bearing the sorrow of the past, recounting an ancient catastrophe.

A streak of light rapidly darted towards the ancient star, moving at extreme speed. This was clearly a Saint, aiming to search for the supreme secrets within this ancient star.

Ye Fan was about to move, but then stopped. Someone else arrived first, letting out a long roar from the depths of the universe, with astonishing divine sense.

This was undoubtedly a powerful individual: tall and strong, with flowing white hair, carrying a black sword on his back. He arrived in an instant, his formidable aura oppressive.

He entered the ancient star first. His cold gaze, as he glanced back at the universe, caused a wave of oppression, as if plunging into an ice cellar.

Ye Fan's heart stirred. This was an incredibly terrifying figure, not one of his pursuers. Where did he come from, and why did he suddenly appear?!

Precisely because of this, he didn't act rashly, because it was too terrifying. This was an unfamiliar starfield, a dead zone for many years. How could a powerful individual cross such a distance to arrive here?

His ability to travel alone through the universe certainly marked him as an unparalleled figure who could make one's scalp tingle. Otherwise, how would he dare?

Ye Fan was certain he had never seen him before. But the Golden Crow, Mountain Demon, and others who had pursued him down didn't know this. They thought this person, like them, came from the Big Dipper, following the clues left in the starry sky, coming for the Green Copper Cauldron and the Human Saint Body's life.

The Golden Crow also moved, rushing towards the dead star, transforming into a golden bolt of lightning and arriving instantly.

Seven or eight figures rushed over, descending onto the colossal ancient star, all wanting to find the Quasi-Emperor's artifact and other ruins on the ancient star.

Such a massive ancient land of life might have once given birth to an Ancient Great Emperor. If an Emperor Weapon was left behind, that would be even more terrifying.

This might be an immense stroke of good fortune. Everyone harbored this thought: finding an immortal weapon or ancient scripture would allow a clan to rise and flourish for tens of thousands of years.

Ye Fan also arrived, but did not descend. Instead, he scanned with his cosmic mothership, comprehensively observing everything below and watching these individuals.

Mountains had collapsed, vast seas had dried up, ancient caves were shattered, and broken walls remained. It was a desolate land where nothing remained; not a blade of grass grew, a boundless barren land.

The Dao fruit achieved by the Quasi-Emperor back then was too bizarre. It was unheard of for a failed Dao achievement to implicate an entire ancient star. The Dao he cultivated must have been extraordinary.

Ye Fan carefully scanned with his cosmic mothership. Finally, he discovered a glimmer of light on the ancient star—the only anomaly. There was a stone tablet, surprisingly ten thousand zhang tall!

It was carved from a single crystal, embedded in the ground. Beside it stood a massive mountain of similar height, majestic and grand.

This ancient star might have once had many towering mountains, but they had all shattered. None had survived intact, except for this one.

"No, the shape of this mountain looks so strange. It's like a colossal tomb!" Ye Fan was shocked.

A ten-thousand-zhang-tall stone tablet, a ten-thousand-zhang-tall colossal tomb—how incredibly tall and magnificent, truly awe-inspiring.

However, having already witnessed the scene imprinted in this void from the Quasi-Emperor's past demise, Ye Fan was not as surprised by these sights now. He quickly calmed down.

The colossal tomb was entirely dark red, as if steeped in blood, watered by the blood of countless beings, creating this appearance. Even the soil nearby was dark. The yin energy was exceedingly dense.

The white-haired man was not old, only around thirty years of age. He stood silently before the enormous stone tablet, motionless.

The Golden Crow, Mountain Demon, Gigantic Ghoul, and others searched in different areas. Finding nothing, they eventually approached the colossal tomb one after another.

The Mountain Demon's body was withered, its eye sockets glowing green. It muttered to itself, "This colossal tomb has a spatial formation. I wonder how vast it is inside. Could it be the tomb of an Ancient Great Emperor? It must contain divine treasures."

It ascended and landed on the colossal tomb, seeking an entrance.

However, at that moment, it noticed a pair of cold eyes, like daggers piercing its heart, staring coldly at it.

"You... what do you want?" A dignified Saint-level expert, who normally looked down on the world, but at this moment, after being stared at by those eyes, it trembled, its body and mind filled with fear.

With a crisp clang and a trembling sound, the cold white-haired man drew the heavy black sword from his back. He cleaved down from ten thousand zhang away.

The Mountain Demon was furious. It circulated its magic power and unleashed its Dao weapon, attacking forward with all its might to block the strike.

However, it was futile!

As the heavy black sword descended, its Dao weapon, divine principles, secret techniques, and everything else disintegrated. Its body was vertically split into two halves, blood spilling out, its spirit annihilated. The two halves of the bloody corpse fell, landing below the colossal tomb.

Powerful, terrifying, ruthless... Ye Fan quickly assessed: This person was absolutely extremely dangerous!

With just one sword, he cleaved a Saint-level Mountain Demon in two. It was as if he had swatted a mosquito, utterly insignificant.

Soon after, sounds of rushing through the air were heard again. Four Saint-level figures arrived from different directions, landing on the dark-red colossal tomb, also intending to explore.

However, what awaited them was another dragon-like metallic clang. The cold white-haired man once again drew his black longsword and swept it across.

"Ah..."

Screams rose and fell. All four Ancient Saints were cut in half at the waist. Their upper bodies separated from their lower halves, blood pouring out, a shocking sight. They couldn't even withstand a single blow from this person.

Soon, their pained roars also ceased, because after one sword strike, their bodies were broken, their spirits shattered, and they died tragically.

Ye Fan, from outside the starfield, clearly witnessed all of this through his mothership. He gasped, taking a sharp breath, and immediately elevated this person's danger level to five-star!

With just one sword strike, four Ancient Saints died simultaneously.

"This tomb buries the sorrow and anguish of an entire ancient star, with billions of living beings interred here. How dare you tread upon it?" Cold words, like a mournful wind, whispered out. He was ruthless and unapproachable.

Not long after, a golden light split the void and descended upon the place. The Golden Crow appeared, holding a golden divine feather of the Quasi-Emperor, appearing very cautious.

The moment it rounded the colossal tomb and saw the white-haired man, its heart immediately tightened, and it asked, "Friend, who are you?"

"God!" The white-haired expert uttered only this single word. His indifference carried an intimidating majesty, as if he looked down upon the entire world.

"God?" The Golden Crow swallowed, involuntarily taking a few steps back. It felt a chill in its heart; for someone to speak like this meant they were either utterly terrifying or incredibly arrogant, and extremely dangerous.

Meanwhile, after Ye Fan witnessed this scene from outside the starfield, he shivered. The word "God" was very eerie, reminding him of an organization he had heard about in the Eternal Star Domain.

"They hunt down all experts who embark on the Ancient Starry Road, extremely terrifying!" This was how Ji Haoyue described the "God" organization in the nine pieces of information he left behind.

Furthermore, people on the Eternal Main Star changed their expressions at the mention of "God," holding immense fear towards them.

Given his performance in the Eternal Star Domain—defeating Saint-level motherships and contending with Ancient Saints—the other party initially still wanted to test him, only later inviting him to join.

This was definitely a mysterious, powerful, and terrifying organization. And now, this person directly called himself "God." Could there be a connection?

This powerful Golden Crow clearly sensed trouble and turned to leave. But when the white-haired man's cold gaze fell upon it, it immediately froze. Endless killing intent surged through its body, as if ten thousand celestial swords were pressed against it, rendering it unable to move.

God made a move, but did not kill it. With a single grasp, he captured it from ten thousand zhang away. The Golden Crow cried out, struggling fiercely, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly useless.

God pointed a finger at its forehead, reading its memories. He muttered to himself, "From the Big Dipper? That saves me some effort. I was just about to shatter the Path to Immortality."

"Pfft!"

As soon as God released his grip, the Golden Crow shot into the sky. But the Quasi-Emperor's divine feather it held suddenly turned on itself, cleaving it in two.