Chapter 1302: Trembling

Boom, boom…

The sound grew increasingly powerful, like a mighty heart beating, or as if the divine drum of the ancient Heavenly Court was resounding again after millennia of silence.

Weaker cultivators turned pale, feeling as if their hearts would explode with the rhythm. They clutched their chests, steadily retreating.

The stone figures Lunduo and Mopu changed color, a chill creeping into their hearts. This was an ancient dry well, predating the Primordial Era. After countless ages, how could anything still be alive? It was truly terrifying and unbelievable.

How ancient must this creature be? How could it have lived for so long, completely defying common sense, like an immortal myth!

"Yes, this ancient well dates back to the mythical era. Such an immortal miracle is understandable," someone said with a trembling voice.

"Nonsense! No one can live for such an immense period. Even ancient Great Emperors only had a lifespan of one or two tens of thousands of years," someone retorted.

The pace of the human race's assault slowed. The place was too eerie, making their legs tremble, filled with a sense of ill omen.

The Holy Spirit race was also in a dilemma, unable to decide whether to guard or not. What was happening was simply too bizarre.

"Hold the line!" a terrifying Holy Spirit commanded coldly, seated amidst the fiery mist that enveloped the ancient well. The mist itself was condensed from flames.

Hearing this, Lunduo's eyes blazed. He ruthlessly attacked again, sending humans and ancient beasts flying, tearing them apart. They were forced to retreat; no one could withstand his might.

The stone figure, at the peak of the Saint King realm, was indeed invincible here. No one could subdue him except a Great Saint appearing in person! Moreover, even a low-tier Great Saint might be counter-killed by him.

"Consider our Holy Spirit race," Mopu murmured, "it takes millions of years to achieve our Dao Body. Once we emerge, we are no longer nurtured by heaven and earth; our lives become fleeting like humans, and we gradually age. What kind of existence is this that can survive for such an immense period without dying?"

A shadow fell over Mopu's heart as he whispered. If not for the command from the old Fire Race Holy Spirit seated on the ground, he truly wouldn't want to guard this ancient well. Heaven knew what might emerge from it.

"Rest assured," the old Holy Spirit calmly stated from within the flickering flames, "this well is deeply connected to our Holy Spirit race. If there's a sacred object, it's a contingency left by our ancient ancestor."

"Kill! Spare no one who dares approach. Pour the blood of humans and these ancient beasts into the dry well to summon our clan's ancestral artifact!"

Lunduo and Mopu gave the orders, leading many powerful figures to sweep through the nearby cultivators, taking their blood to sacrifice to the ancient well. The area instantly became a slaughterhouse.

The Envoy of the Human Race's Tenth City led a large contingent of powerful cultivators in an assault, and Queen Tuolan, the Tyrant Dragon, also commanded numerous ancient beasts in a fierce charge. They knew that the Holy Spirit race's ancestral artifact must not emerge, or this star domain would shatter.

The ancient prophecy filled them with conviction; they had to prevent all this.

Both sides clashed fiercely in battle, blood splashing and continuously flowing towards the ancient well. The Envoy and Tuolan sadly realized they could neither advance nor retreat.

Battle cries shook the Great Moon Slope, and the Land of Gods and Ghosts was filled with blood and gore!

Ye Fan re-entered the Great Moon Slope, but he could change nothing. There were too many powerful beings, and without a Great Saint present, who could contend with the supreme expert seated by the ancient well—the Fire Holy Spirit?

From the sky to the ground, corpses fell one after another, and a rain of blood scattered. It was a scene of impending doom, as if heading towards utter destruction.

"Ah...""Kill!"

Various screams and roars echoed, shaking heaven and earth. Blood flowed freely on the battlefield, and bones lay in piles.

This sight was terrifying, like a war between gods and demons. Corpses fell ceaselessly, their impacts shaking the Great Moon Slope.

Ye Fan, bathed in blood, advanced through piles of corpses, fighting continuously. Though he knew he couldn't kill the old Holy Spirit, he tried his best to prevent and disrupt, to keep the demonic well from opening.

At that moment, his hair was stained red with blood, matted in clumps, and his battle robe was soaked and covered in gore.

Boom!

Suddenly, heaven and earth shook, the sky cracked, and a suffocating pressure appeared. A Great Saint battle had reached this place; Daoist Qinghuang was sent flying, blood spilling from his mouth as he fell from the void.

"Humans, you are weak; you cannot stop the Holy Spirits' advance!" A majestic voice resounded. A colossal stone figure stood tall in the sky, looking down like a celestial god.

The terrifying sound of blood coursing through his body was like thunder, causing many to experience ringing in their ears and lose their footing.

This was an invincible Holy Spirit, with no equal in this star domain. Even Daoist Qinghuang had been defeated, his face pale, staggering back for an unknown distance before finally stopping in mid-air.

"The human race's protector... has fallen!""Even Daoist Qinghuang couldn't withstand the Holy Spirit. What can we do?"

All human cultivators despaired. Daoist Qinghuang was incredibly powerful, an astonishing figure throughout history, and a supreme existence on the ancient starry path in this region, yet he was no match for the Holy Spirit.

"Humans, you may be numerous, but you are all sheep! How can you compare to our race? One of us is enough to kill billions of you!" Mopu shouted from the ground.

These words pierced many hearts like a sharp knife. Daoist Qinghuang had been defeated; who could turn the tide now? How could they fight?

"Humans, dare to resist, and all of you will be purged!" The Holy Spirit named Aomang said coldly from high in the sky.

Daoist Qinghuang wiped the blood from his mouth and did not retreat. Step by step, he ascended towards the sky, holding a war spear, once again advancing towards the Holy Spirit Aomang.

"Humans, you are weak. Defeat is defeat. No one can contend with our Holy Spirit race. At the same cultivation level, you are all lambs to the slaughter!" Mopu sneered from the ground. "What if you number in the billions? You cannot find a single powerful individual capable of challenging our ancestor Aomang. You are all mere ants, billions of ants!"

Mopu's words were like a steel needle piercing everyone's hearts, causing painful helplessness. The Holy Spirits were truly too powerful; few could match them at the same cultivation level.

"Damn it," the Envoy of the Human Race's Tenth City said with hatred, "none of the invincible physiques of the next generation have grown to the Great Saint realm, or else how could you be so arrogant? We would wipe you all out!"

"The next generation of humans, leave them to me. Rest assured, I will utterly obliterate these so-called peerless prodigies. As for your next section of the ancient path, I will pay it a visit!" Mopu said coldly.

He was revered as the Young Lord, a mid-tier Saint King. In this realm, he was unparalleled and had never known defeat.

"You're arrogant!" Many were enraged. His words were too insulting; they wished they could kill him immediately.

In the sky, footsteps sounded. Daoist Qinghuang, with his white hair unbound and his body hunched, held his war spear and prepared to charge again, his silhouette thin and desolate.

"It's useless, you humans are no match for our Holy Spirits!" the stone figure Mopu said. He stood before the ancient well, looking up at the sky, watching the battle. His words made many clench their fists, but at that moment, they couldn't refute him. No one could step forward and contend with the peerless Holy Spirit named Aomang in the sky.

A cry of surprise erupted, startling everyone. They saw a young man soar into the sky, flying towards Daoist Qinghuang.

Ye Fan secretly transmitted a message, intending to give the old Daoist the Green Copper Cauldron as a weapon.

"It's you, still alive!" On the ground, Mopu and Lunduo were both startled, then showed furious expressions, shouting in unison, "You killed another one of our kind! Wugu is dead?!"

Everyone was shaken. This person named Ye Fan had actually killed more than one stone figure? Humans, ancient beasts, and even foreign races from beyond the domain were all astonished.

In the distance, on the outskirts of the Great Moon Slope, Mu Guanghan, Yuxian, Kutoutuo, and others were also on the battlefield. All showed unusual expressions, unable to resist looking in this direction.

Many human trial-takers were simply dumbfounded. This person was too "fierce"!

"This is the... Sacred Body from Burial Emperor Star," someone whispered.

In an instant, everyone froze, their hearts filled with shock.

Such a battle record was too astonishing; to be able to destroy Holy Spirits was truly shocking. At that moment, the name Ye Fan was firmly etched into people's memories.

However, many didn't understand why he ascended into the sky. Even if he was incredibly powerful, he couldn't contend with a Holy Spirit in the Great Saint realm. Going up like that would likely leave him with no chance of survival.

At this moment, Ye Fan was anxious. Daoist Qinghuang seemed not to have heard his telepathic message and didn't stop. He dragged his weary old body, holding a damaged war spear, to confront the Holy Spirit Aomang alone.

"Humans, you are persistent, do you think never giving up will win you the battle? I admit, you are a rare and extraordinary individual throughout history, but you are not my opponent. If you don't cease now, I would rather pay a certain price than let you survive in body or spirit," Aomang said coldly.

His words were filled with killing intent, like a howling cold wind that sent shivers down the spines of all cultivators on the Great Moon Slope. As they looked at Daoist Qinghuang's retreating figure, sorrow filled their hearts.

"If I were five hundred years younger, I would not have been defeated," Daoist Qinghuang sighed softly.

When these words were uttered, many felt a bitter pang in their hearts... the sorrow of old age.

He was once an invincible being, but now in his twilight years, his vitality was failing, no longer in his prime. The majesty and imposing aura that could devour thousands of miles were gone; his body was far from what it once was.

"Grand-Ancestor!" The Envoy of the Human Race's Tenth City couldn't help but shed tears.

Everyone felt grief and indignation. Daoist Qinghuang was once so astonishingly talented, yet he had ultimately grown old. Today, he faced utter defeat, perhaps to bleed across the heavens and earth. The tragedy of a hero in decline, ending like this, choked their hearts.

Ye Fan couldn't catch up, his heart filled with urgency. Daoist Qinghuang didn't stop, and Ye Fan couldn't simply throw the Green Copper Cauldron over, fearing it might be seized by the Holy Spirit Aomang.

The stone figure Mopu sneered coldly, "What's this about being five hundred years younger? Incapable is incapable! The cruel truth will make you understand that a gap is a gap, and humans are inferior to Holy Spirits! If you disagree, find a powerful cultivator brimming with vitality. As long as they dare to step out, I will kill them completely, crushing them into bloody mud!"

Everyone erupted in fury, their blood boiling. They wished they could immediately challenge him to a duel and publicly execute him at the same cultivation level.

Boom!

Suddenly, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. A boundless surge of vital energy, like an ocean, swept down as a tall figure tore through the void and rushed out.

His physique was majestic, his hair disheveled, revealing incredibly terrifying fluctuations. He pointed his fingers like a sword, slashing towards the stone figure Mopu, moving so fast that no one could react.

"Ah..."

Mopu shrieked, a wisp of clear qi flying from his head. Part of his cultivation was severed, causing him to fall from the invincible Saint King realm to the Saint realm.

Upon seeing this person, Ye Fan's eyes welled up with tears, and he cried out excitedly. The benefactor who had shown him great kindness was still alive.

The heavens collapsed and the earth sank. The tall figure in the sky swung his Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, engulfing thousands of miles with his aura, striking at the invincible Holy Spirit Aomang in the sky, advancing relentlessly, proclaiming his invincibility!

"Ah..." On the ground, Mopu shrieked, almost driven mad. He had actually been forced down a major cultivation realm.

"Now, I'll make you understand that a Holy Spirit at the same level is nothing!" Ye Fan lunged forward. He understood the meaning of the tall figure in the sky: for him, now a Saint, to contend with Mopu!