Chapter 1236: Emperor-Level Battle

The Divine Skin Ancient Scroll and the Tree of Life were all part of a larger scheme, designed solely to lure Great Saint Yanqi into the Ancient Emperor’s Formation for his demise.

The grand stage was set, and the massacre commenced!

This was a brutal massacre. Vibrant lights and dazzling rays, each beam and streak transforming into the roar of dragons and the cry of phoenixes, swept through and slaughtered all the powerful figures present.

Deep within the mountain range, Dao Yi calmly observed everything. The Great Saint beside him had already made a move, acting to suppress the Blue Gold Divine Staff from Fire Qilin Cave.

Throughout history, what was most formidable, apart from living Great Emperors, were naturally their leftover weapons and formation diagrams. The latter, in particular, required no spiritual energy to activate; once operational, it was equivalent to an ancient emperor’s strike.

Blood bloomed as the Saints of the ancient tribes were utterly defeated and fled, leaving behind countless corpses as lives came to an end. Within the Ancient Emperor’s Killing Formation, they were as fragile as porcelain.

With every sweep of light, someone perished, their bodies, including their primordial spirits, riddled with cracks. The Saints bled profusely and fell.

Boom!A black ape, as tall as a mountain with demonic wings on its back, fell backward into a pool of blood. A sword-ray from the Ancient Emperor pierced through its forehead, killing it instantly.

Ah...Another Ancestor King, who had transformed into a four-headed, eight-armed being, confronted four forces simultaneously, resisting the peerless killing rays. But it was still futile; in an instant, his body was riddled with blood holes, and he died unwillingly.

No one could resist. They desperately charged, trying to escape, but how could they break free?

The Ancient Emperor’s Formation Diagram was activated and operated on its own, without human control. This was a killing field isolated from the universe, where only destruction followed every sweep of light.

The entire planet was sealed off; at this moment, not a single person could escape. Blood permeated the air, and strands of Dao patterns intertwined, transforming the place into a world of Asuras.

"Great Saint, please save us!" All the Saints converged on Yanqi, as only his position could currently hold out. The shimmering blue Qilin Divine Staff revived, suppressing the heavens and earth, creating a temporary haven of peace.

Within this formation, gigantic mountain peaks transformed into Dao marks, pressing forward. The Ancient Emperor’s Formation could imbue all things in heaven and earth with spiritual will, granting them temporary immortality and existence alongside the Ultimate Dao.

An ancient tribe’s powerhouse, completely black with wings spanning dozens of miles, attempted to soar into the sky. However, he was crushed between two converging mountain peaks, turned into pulp, with blood gushing forth like a small river.

An ancient tribe’s powerhouse with a human head and snake body, whose body stretched for many miles, moving like a dragon and coiling like a snake, was severed by a burst of formation patterns, his blood staining the earth.

This was a horrific battle. Even though the Ancient Emperor’s Formation was incomplete, with less than 30% of its diagrams remaining, it could still slaughter all the dominant figures in the world.

At this moment, there was no suspense. The formation diagram revived hazily, and its interwoven light permeated the entire planet. It slayed gods who blocked its path and Buddhas who stood in its way!

Yanqi roared in fury, his eyes splitting with rage. All powerhouses from Fire Qilin Cave, except for him and Fire Qilin Son, had been annihilated. And the ancient Saints from other tribes who followed them were also quickly wiped out, save for a few individuals.

It happened too fast; this was almost an instant kill.

This was the might of an ancient Great Emperor: unrivaled in the world during their lifetime, and their prestige remained unchallengeable throughout eternity after death.

Great Saint Yanqi roared, tearing open the heavens and earth with his divine staff, seeking to carve out a path to survival. Blue light surged into the sky, and he managed to protect a few individuals beside him, temporarily holding off the formation diagram. However, the opponent also possessed an Emperor Weapon, which quickly approached.

The Dao Yan Immortal Robe shone with billions of light rays. Behind it, immortal energy condensed, manifesting dozens of golden immortal swords, which simultaneously slashed down, forcing him to retreat repeatedly and vomit blood.

Dao Yi, familiar with the imperial-level formation here, had informed the Great Saint beside him on how to enter and exit. With the Dao Yan Divine Robe protecting him, this person was incomparably brave in this domain.

The aura he now displayed was considerably stronger than several days ago, causing the Great Saint of Fire Qilin Cave to change expression. This person was no weaker than him.

This was a decisive battle, to the death. Whether the ancient tribes could escape depended entirely on whether Yanqi was strong enough. Only he could defy fate.

"Do you dare to fight me?"

Fire Qilin Son let out a long cry, his blue hair flying wildly. Qilin patterns appeared on his slender, powerful physique. His blood surged like thunder, shaking the heavens to the point of explosion.

Dao Yi stood tall and upright, as brilliant as the morning glow. He smiled faintly and said, "Why wouldn't I dare? But do you still have a life left to fight me?"

"Yanqi, you block the one in the Ancient Emperor Robe for me. I'm going to kill that instigator," Fire Qilin Son said. Patterns appeared beneath his feet, and an ancient diagram manifested, carrying him forth as he transformed into a streak of light and darted away.

Dao Yi showed a surprised expression and prepared for battle with focused concentration.

It was a Qilin Diagram, seemingly alive, cutting through the formation patterns surging from underground. It protected Fire Qilin Son and could truly be called a divine artifact.

"'To be able to move within a partial Ancient Emperor's Formation, limited by its material and so on, even if it's not an Emperor-grade weapon, it can still be classified as an immortal treasure, originating from an ancient emperor's hand,'" Dao Yi murmured softly.

Every Ancient Emperor possessed power that surpassed ancient and modern times. Aside from their own weapons, they might also forge some life-saving artifacts for their children or others.

"Your Highness, allow me to eliminate him for you!" Luan Feng and Mi Luo, who had been missing for several days, spoke simultaneously.

"'Forget it. You're not familiar with the Ancient Emperor's Formation Diagram, and you don't have an Imperial Weapon to protect yourselves. One wrong step could lead to your demise. Besides, I need him, and I also want to fight him,'" Dao Yi smiled, appearing relaxed and unconcerned.

He pointed with a finger, and a jade pendant appeared, which surprisingly opened up space, revealing a hidden passage, allowing Luan Feng and Mi Luo to depart.

"'Return to the Eternal Main Star and eliminate those powerful cultivators from Big Dipper who haven't arrived here yet,'" he issued this command.

Luan Feng and Mi Luo obeyed, their hearts stirred. Only today did they realize that this person was the youngest son of the Dao Yan Deity, sealed within a divine source and revived in this era.

Not long ago, someone had told them that they could use the Divine Skin Ancient Scroll to find the Tanmou Star Domain without having to fend off the extraterrestrial holy beasts. However, they had never imagined that this mysterious person would have such a prominent background.

The two disappeared. Fire Qilin Son let out a long roar, his hair bristling with rage. He stomped on the immortal treasure, the Qilin Diagram, and instantly arrived before Dao Yi, engaging him in battle.

In Fire Qilin Son's hand appeared a blue divine staff, shimmering and crystal-clear, which surprisingly emanated boundless imperial might. No one had expected such a scene; it was horrifying. Had a third Emperor Weapon appeared? How was this possible!

This was a replica, identical to the Qilin Divine Staff. It was also a forbidden artifact, with a limited number of uses, but its power was considerable.

Back then, when Ye Fan sought to slay the Heavenly Sovereign's Son, he had fought against several ancient imperial sons and encountered this very item. He had resisted it with his green cauldron.

Now, Fire Qilin Son suddenly unveiled this replica of an Emperor Weapon. This was intended for an instant kill, to instantly turn the tide of battle and eliminate the instigator with his own power.

Because the few remaining Saints were also about to fall, every second delayed meant more blood splattering, an unbearable cost.

Dao Yi's smile faded, and a faint golden light appeared on his body. A terrifying immortal divine robe draped over him, emanating imperial might.

He also possessed a replica of an Emperor Weapon, which abruptly appeared at this moment. Vigorous golden energy boiled and surged forth, threatening to tear apart the heavens and earth.

The two did not make contact. This was a confrontation of ancient imperial weapons, unrelated to their individual strengths, a battle across space.

The shimmering blue divine staff struck down, and golden Dao Tribulation Immortal Light danced. Between them, dazzling rays erupted as they clashed head-on through the air!

Pfft!Fire Qilin Son coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body sent flying. His entire head of blue hair stood on end. From his mouth burst a bolt of lightning, resembling an enraged Qilin, as he pounced once more.

Dao Yi remained unmoving, still fighting Fire Qilin Son across the air. Mist obscured the space between them, and thousands of Dao marks intertwined. The two replica Imperial Weapons clashed fiercely.

"Do you dare to fight me outside this domain, cast aside our Imperial Weapons, and rely on our true strength?" Fire Qilin Son shouted.

"You are not my match," Dao Yi said calmly.

"My replica Imperial Weapon has been cracked by an immortal cauldron, so it naturally can't suppress your divine robe. Do you dare to fight me in a battle to the death, relying on our true strength?" Fire Qilin Son said.

"'First, your cultivation realm is a level below mine; fighting me would undoubtedly lead to your death. Second, you are already caught in my trap, and I do not wish to open a breach. Third, if you manage to escape by chance, I will accept your challenge when your cultivation realm is high enough,'" Dao Yi stated these three points after comprehending Fire Qilin Son's cultivation.

Fire Qilin Son, being looked down upon, his eyes like divine lamps, felt a surge of resentment in his heart. With a roar that shook the nine heavens, he activated his divine staff, causing it to ignite, ready to risk his life.

"Come back!"

Great Saint Yanqi cried out in alarm. He feared Fire Qilin Son would deplete his essence, desperately seeking to perish alongside his opponent. Moreover, he felt that even doing so might not necessarily eliminate Dao Yi, who had most likely achieved Sainthood!

Yanqi turned around, and the true Qilin Divine Staff in his hand shone with light that could split the cosmos. He swept Fire Qilin Son back, protecting him behind himself.

At this point, the sight was horrific. A total of over twenty Ancestor Kings had arrived at the Fifth Divine Star, but now only five or six remained; all others had perished in battle. The situation was extremely perilous; if this continued, everyone would die. The opponent possessed Emperor Weapons and the Ancient Emperor’s Formation Diagram, making them insurmountable.

"'Imperial Son, use the Qilin Diagram to leave first!'" Yanqi secretly transmitted his voice. His heart felt bitter, sensing an ominous outcome.

However, Dao Yi stood calmly not far away, giving them no opportunity, ready to strike at Fire Qilin Son at any moment.

"Is heaven truly trying to destroy us?" Great Saint Yanqi despaired. The only thing worth celebrating was that one Ancient Imperial Princess had not arrived; otherwise, all hope would truly have been lost.

Dao Yi had completely controlled the situation; the defeat and demise of the ancient tribes was only a matter of time. He opened his divine eye, then parted the clouds and mist, looking beyond the domain, staring at Ye Fan and the old mercenary's spaceship. He revealed a smile and said, "Are you two well?"

The old mercenary sighed, "This old man was blind and ignorant. Greetings, Your Highness."

"'Senior is an extraordinary figure of a generation; there's no need for such formality. There are still some dangers here; please leave early,'" Dao Yi said.

"Alright!" The old mercenary Huo Bai was decisive; he turned and left, disappearing into the depths of the universe.

"'Brother Dao, your divine energy is contained within, and immortal bones are subtly forming. You are likely the Undying Golden Body, aren't you? Why not descend and have a chat?'" Dao Yi smiled.

Blazing light shot up. The Ancient Emperor’s Formation on the planet surprisingly spread, with many Great Dao symbols flying upwards. These were not the formation diagrams themselves, but extensions of its divine power, equally terrifying and boundless. Ye Fan also smiled and said, "Meeting is fate, Brother Dao. With such hospitality, how could I refuse?"

He donned a five-colored divine armor, many times more powerful than before. This was the supreme treasured armor of a Saint King, which had now fallen into his hands.

This was naturally the result of his activities on the Eternal Main Star a few days prior.

Then, Ye Fan, holding a rusted and mottled green cauldron, pressed it towards the imperial Dao symbols. Provoked and suppressed by the symbols, the bronze cauldron surged with green mist, fully initiating its counterattack and suppression.

"This is..."

For the first time, Dao Yi showed a look of astonishment, losing his previous composure. This aura, like a vast ocean, definitely belonged to an Emperor Weapon, capable of cutting through parts of the formation diagram.

With two ancient Imperial Weapons combined, they could surely carve out a path to survival, rendering all his arrangements futile and making all his previous efforts pointless.

Dao Yi's expression turned solemn; he could no longer remain calm.

"Brother Dao, I am unwell and require an immortal medicine for healing. How about we make a deal: would you lend me your ancient Tree of Life?" Ye Fan said with a serious expression.