Chapter 1295: Divine Ghost Burial Ground

Chapter 1296: The Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts

At the center of Great Moon Slope, the terrain was wide and flat, with a very thin mist.

A pair of enormous stone gates groaned, slowly moving apart to reveal a crack, from which an astonishing wisp of smoke emerged.

The white mist, resembling ethereal fairy fog, flowed out from the gap in the stone gates, hazy, elusive, and spirited.

It was an eerie scene: layers of shimmering dao patterns surrounded the area, a golden Tyrant Dragon Egg glowed dazzlingly on a stone altar, and the stone gates themselves exuded an inexplicable eeriness.

A wild fox offered a sacrifice before the stone altar, facing the stone gates from which white mist spilled. A stone wolf, also restless, paced back and forth, guarding nearby with low growls.

The Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts!

Beyond the stone gates lay a forgotten land, a relic from the mythical era of primordial antiquity.

After such an immense passage of time, no one knew what kind of ancient ruin it had become. The stone wolf and wild fox waited anxiously, full of tension.

Behind the massive stone gates, wisps of white immortal mist appeared, but with no other changes, leaving onlookers puzzled.

The stone wolf let out a low growl, its body surging with immense vitality. It stepped over the shimmering dao patterns, approached the stone gates, extended a paw, and pushed against them.

Boom!

Like a mountain shifting, the stone gates slowly opened, revealing a wide gap, large enough for three horses to pass abreast. However, they were far from fully open.

The wild fox drew near, exchanged a glance with the stone wolf, and both, radiating brilliant sacred light and immense power, instantly vanished through the gates.

"They've gone in, what should we do?" the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon couldn't help but want to rush in as well.

After such a vast expanse of time, the ancient land from the mythical era had reappeared. Every cultivator longed to investigate thoroughly, as any ancient artifacts left behind would undoubtedly be world-shaking.

"Let's wait," Ye Fan said. "I believe they are only scouting, not daring to venture deep."

"Roar..."

Suddenly, a wolf's howl and a fox's yelp, accompanied by sacred radiance, burst forth. It seemed as if something terrifying had happened inside, as the two sacred beasts roared, fiercely struggling against something.

"No way! After all these years, with the mythical era long sealed away, there are still living beings inside?!" The Dragon Horse's eyes widened in astonishment.

All of this was simply too incredible!

Not to mention the wild fox, the stone wolf alone was an absolutely terrifying entity, rarely encountering a match among Saints. Ordinary ancient Saints who faced it could only perish, for it was a creature nurtured by heaven and earth.

A moment later, the stone wolf darted out, nearly cut in half at the waist, with a significant portion of its head cleaved off. Its injuries were extremely severe. Although its body was made of stone, blood had formed within it, and now, bathed in sacred light, it was horribly mangled and bleeding profusely.

Next, the wild fox escaped, covered in dozens of bloody gashes. Each gash cut deep into its vital points, leaving its sacred beast body nearly torn to shreds, with sacred blood flowing freely.

Both powerful ancient beasts were extremely fatigued, having expended a great deal of vital blood. Their bodies convulsed, and they stumbled out.

"Indestructible battle intent," the stone wolf growled, its sacred blood steaming as it healed its injuries. "This burial ground from the mythical era must contain something our master needs."

Hum!

Suddenly, the heavens and earth roared as an alligator dragon, radiating billions of golden lights like a golden mountain, crashed down, shattering the void to ambush the stone wolf.

Snap!

The Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon's mountain-like golden claw felt excruciating pain and nearly broke off. It was a primeval anomaly, having scarcely suffered any major losses since its birth.

Yet now, it was shocked that a stone wolf had nearly torn off one of its alligator dragon arms. The extraterrestrial Saint Spirits were as rare as phoenix feathers or qilin horns, and indeed, every single one was a peerless master.

"Roar!"

The stone wolf roared, its aura encompassing mountains and rivers. The sky directly exploded, its vital energy piercing the sun, and the firmament cracked inch by inch. Under its mighty saintly power, there was virtually nothing that could contend.

Shaken, the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon swung its nine golden dragon tails, which transformed into peerless immortal swords, clanging as they revolved with chaotic energy, slashing down.

"Bang," "Bang"...

The nine golden colossal tails, as long as mountain ridges, were each incredibly sharp. Yet, during their collision with the wolf's claws, they nearly snapped, bleeding profusely.

The Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon roared in pain, retreating step by step. It was unable to withstand this stone creature; the disparity was too vast.

"A creature nurtured by heaven and earth is truly powerful. Quick, help me!"

It wasn't that the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon was not powerful enough; in fact, it was a top-tier expert among sacred beasts. The main reason was that this stone wolf from the depths of the universe was simply too overbearing, divine, and invincible.

The stone wolf's cultivation level was slightly higher than that of the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon, giving it an absolutely invincible advantage. Moreover, even if their cultivation levels were the same, with the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon having faint dragon blood flowing within it, it would still be difficult to predict the outcome.

This was the terrifying aspect of Saint Spirits!

These beings, born from stone, were rare throughout history, but any one that appeared was guaranteed to be a peerless master.

Thud!

On the other side, the Dragon Horse attacked the wild fox, immediately gaining the upper hand by kicking and breaking its ribs with a single hoof, then unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks.

However, the Dragon Horse couldn't quickly win the battle. The wild fox, with its profound cultivation, was a cunning ancient beast with the potential to become a Sacred Beast King. It fought fiercely despite its injuries, employing an endless stream of unique techniques.

Ye Fan moved, stepping forward, causing the heavens and earth to tremble as he charged towards the stone wolf.

The extraterrestrial stone wolf was instantly startled. It had been on the verge of killing the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon, but as soon as this figure appeared, a single punch shattered its stone claw.

What race was this humanoid creature? It found it hard to believe it was human, knowing that even the noblest bloodlines among the demon race felt inferior to the bodies of Saint Spirits.

Boom!

The majestic figure opposite delivered a second punch, radiating immense brilliance. The entire world pulsed with his steps and roared with his fists.

The stone wolf's heart trembled at the sight of the dense black hair and cold eyes. It gritted its teeth and fought back, unleashing various laws in a desperate attempt to deliver a killing blow.

Crack!

However, in the ensuing confrontation, it discovered how terrifying this person was. Its stone claws developed cracks under those dominant fists, and its body was covered in blood, nearly disintegrating.

Seeing this, the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon felt reverence for Ye Fan. Without a word, it turned to assist the Dragon Horse, and the two sacred beasts together ambushed the wild fox, which had thousands of years of cultivation.

"Who are you?" the stone wolf asked coldly.

"Tell me your purpose. When will you attack the Tenth Human City?" Ye Fan didn't answer, but instead asked it coldly.

The stone wolf's expression changed. It unleashed various ancient arts and activated laws. A divine moon appeared, enveloping it, instantly increasing its combat power severalfold.

Like a celestial wolf howling at the moon, it stood within the moon, dazzling and radiant, its vital energy tearing through the sky, incredibly powerful.

Unfortunately, it had encountered Ye Fan. A large hand reached down, transforming into a cage. Chaotic energy emerged on it, and primordial magnetic immortal light flickered with crackling sounds, making it utterly mysterious.

Ye Fan seized it, crushing its protective divine moon, and simultaneously began to refine its body.

"Aargh..."

The stone wolf screamed, spitting out a streak of immortal light—its most fundamental life essence—which shook off the large hand, allowing it to escape.

Bang!

However, a powerful blow awaited it. It still couldn't escape as Ye Fan, like a god or demon, caught up and delivered a punch that shattered the sky with wind and thunder.

The stone wolf roared, continuously resisting. After dozens, even hundreds, of clashes, it was torn into pieces, covered in blood. Its primordial spirit attempted to flee, but a large hand swept down to cover it.

"You won't get anything!" it shrieked. Amidst a burst of brilliant light, its primordial spirit turned to ashes, ending its own existence.

The Dragon Horse and the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon also achieved their objective, subduing the wild fox that had cultivated for thousands of years. This sacred beast was not as unyielding as the stone wolf; it did not self-detonate immediately, allowing some useful information to be extracted from it.

Unfortunately, it was not from outside the stellar domain and did not know when the Saint Spirits would attack. It only knew that this burial ground from the mythical era might contain something the Saint Spirit race needed.

It had stolen the Tyrant Dragon Egg and collaborated with the stone wolf to set up dao patterns here. It also wanted to enter the Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts to search for heaven-defying ancient artifacts.

Ultimately, the wild fox was devoured by the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon, becoming vital blood sustenance and nourishment for its cultivation.

"The Saint Spirit race is truly terrifying. That was just a wolf with an incomplete body and severe injuries, yet it almost made me die with regret," the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon sighed.

Its cultivation was profound, and for many years, it had rarely met a match among its peers, earning a renowned reputation among sacred beasts. Yet today, it had nearly been torn apart by the stone wolf, leaving it with a sense of defeat.

Ye Fan said, "You must understand, that was a Saint Spirit, renowned as the most terrifying of creatures, born from heaven and earth. It's no surprise for anyone to be defeated by it, especially since its cultivation level was higher than yours."

"This wild fox had the potential to become a Saint King, a cultivation level higher than ours, yet it was still killed by us. This is a true display of your potential," the Dragon Horse also added.

Ye Fan told them to follow behind him. With the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron above his head, he walked calmly and vigilantly through the wide gap in the stone gates.

White mist curled upwards, resembling a land of immortals. No killing intent could be felt, nor any terrifying creatures seen.

Behind the stone gates, within this Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts, white mist swirled, making it appear very tranquil.

First, they saw a colossal stone bearing a sword mark, left from primordial antiquity. Eons had passed, eroding divine mountains and drying up oceans, yet it still remained.

The stone wolf and wild fox had been injured here, nearly cleaved to death after touching that sword mark. One must know that they were two powerful sacred beasts, yet they were utterly defenseless there.

This was a terrifying sword mark left by a supreme master. Time had washed away everything; sword qi and immortal power no longer existed, leaving only an indestructible battle intent.

The Dragon Horse and others had learned of the sword mark's horror from the wild fox's divine consciousness. Otherwise, had they rushed in rashly, they would most likely have been crushed by the peerless sword intent.

Ye Fan silently observed for an hour, feeling an overbearing, sharp, and invincible killing intent, like a single strike from an immortal phoenix descending to the mortal realm!

A moment later, he continued forward without delay. This was not his path, nor was it suitable for human cultivation.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Horse and the Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon stood there for a full day and night, comprehending the indestructible sword intent. Their bodies and minds trembled as if they were listening to a great demon emperor expounding an invincible scripture.

Ye Fan walked through the Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts, dispelling the white mist, step by step. Soon after, his mind was shaken, and what he saw was horrifying.

On the ground lay numerous blood-soaked corpses, as if a battle had just ended. Within just a few miles, he had already seen the remains of over a dozen ancient Saints.

Some belonged to the demon race, some to the human race, and there were also incomplete stone Saint Spirits...

As Ye Fan walked past, the fresh red bloodstains and the corpses radiating saintly power all turned to ash, dissolving into dust with his footsteps.

This was a forsaken land, from primordial antiquity!

After all these years, measured in millions, everything would have been obliterated, even the supposedly immortal saint bones.

Ye Fan broke through the mist and traveled over ten miles, unexpectedly encountering a mighty black river. It flowed grandly but silently, rushing from the depths of the Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts.

"The River Styx!"

Ye Fan was greatly astonished. This was the water of the Netherworld, said to originate from the underworld, rarely seen in the mortal world. Here, it had actually formed a great river.

He came to the bank, feeling waves of chilling cold from the black river. If he hadn't possessed a Saint Body, the netherworld vapor would undoubtedly have directly corroded his flesh and blood.

A moment later, Ye Fan's mind trembled. From time to time, corpses drifted down the River Styx. Although long rotted, they still retained their human form, far from turning into dust.

"These drifting corpses are all Saints. After all these years, from primordial antiquity until now, they still exist in this world. What kind of place lies at the end of the River Styx?" Ye Fan ascended along the river!