Chapter 1310: Eighteen-Year War

It was a difficult and bloody period. Even though the Human Race was well-prepared, they suffered significant losses.

Several ancient starry sky roads collapsed, and two ancient life-bearing planets were shattered. Although a large number of living beings had been evacuated beforehand, the death toll was still immense, piling up like mountains of corpses.

No one had anticipated that this war would last eighteen years and still be ongoing, causing great turmoil across these starfields.

The Human Race, the Holy Spirit Race, the Light Race, and others were all drawn into the conflict over these decades. Even those who wished to withdraw found themselves unable, and powerful dominant races from other starfields also arrived.

Seven demonic wells opened one by one, like gates to hell, unleashing a catastrophe that devastated all living beings.

It was speculated that the Holy Spirit from the mythical era was only a step away from achieving the Dao and almost became an ancient Emperor. However, it was ultimately suppressed and slain by the Dao Venerable, resulting in the creation of the seven demonic wells.

Over more than a decade of warfare, the ancient wells were broken open one after another. All races suffered heavy casualties, with several Great Saints dying in succession.

Some ancient wells posed less severe dangers, while others contained unimaginable, surging killing intent. The demonic well that entombed the head of the Holy Spirit from the mythical era was the most sinister of all.

Armies from various races arrived and sacrificed a staggering hundred thousand living beings. Blood soaked the demonic land, and corpses piled up like mountains, yet this only managed to create a single crack in the seal.

Finally, after exhausting every possible method, the races managed to open this ancient well. On the very day it opened, astounding phenomena erupted.

From that day onward, sand and stones flew, cold winds howled, and a blood moon hung in the sky. Corpses of gods and demons fell from above, striking the ground with a resounding clang.

This state of affairs persisted for a full decade, during which no one could approach. An audacious Great Saint from another realm ventured into the forbidden zone, screaming terribly for three days and three nights, until only a skeleton remained, its flesh and spirit completely devoured.

Ten years later, the Holy Spirit's head emerged. The ancient planet itself fractured, and the head, capable of engulfing star rivers, forced all races to pay an unimaginable price.

Blood flowed like rivers, staining the universe. Had it not been for the passage of time and the fact that this head was on the verge of decaying due to the Dao Venerable's suppression, it is hard to imagine what kind of disaster it would have caused.

These were the seven demonic wells; each was bizarre, brimming with immense killing intent, and became a burial ground for powerful cultivators.

The last ancient well, which contained the lower half of a living being's torso and a stone scripture, ignited an even greater bloodbath. All races slaughtered each other, engaging in mutual conquest, with even evil gods turning against one another.

To obtain this scripture, all races fought fiercely. The Human Race also participated, intervening at a crucial moment, but unfortunately, they failed at the last hurdle, and a protector almost perished.

The major races that had been continuously involved suffered immense losses in this battle. Two Great Saints were successively shattered, their blood and corpses splattered across the void, and starfields were pierced through.

Ancient extreme weapons like the God Refining Pot and Stone Command, or ancestral artifacts close to Emperor Weapons, clashed violently. Star rivers were shattered, the universe cracked, leading to the complete annihilation of some dominant races.

Eighteen years passed, and the seven demonic wells opened one after another. The great war also continued until this day, with the whereabouts of the Heaven-Mending Art remaining unknown; no one knew where it had landed.

Of course, while all races suffered heavy losses, their gains were also substantial. The Holy Spirits, the Light Race, and the Human Race had all obtained immortal fluid.

The Dao Venerable's suppression of the mythical era's Holy Spirit ultimately produced some supreme precious liquid. It was discovered in four of the ancient wells and was priceless to all races.

For all these years, the ancient starry sky road remained broken and could not be reconstructed, effectively severing the Human Race's path. With continuous warfare and blood rain falling, this ancient road became desolate.

Eighteen years passed. Ye Fan fought bathed in blood, battling various races year after year, constantly, almost carving his path through endless slaughter.

He did not leave this starfield, tempering himself in the cruelest blood battles. He traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, climbing over endless piles of the dead, firmly solidifying his Dao foundation.

He had advanced too quickly in the Saint Realm. Now, having endured the impact of thousands of Dao techniques and various ancient arts in duels, he progressed step by step, his Dao heart resolute, eliminating all hidden dangers.

Throughout these years, he did not rush to break through, but diligently focused on building his foundation for the immortal path.

Even a bean sprout, after eighteen years of bloody trials, if it did not perish, could grow into a resilient, precious root. It only needed to wait for the opportune moment to break through the ground and transform into a towering ancient tree with developed roots!

How much more so for Ye Fan? Having undergone countless life-and-death trials, he was like a peerless celestial sword, shining brilliantly, incomparably sharp, yet sheathed.

In all these years, Ye Fan only attempted to break through once, ten years ago. It was only after he felt his immortal path foundation was solid that he tried to advance further.

Ten years ago, he sat cross-legged upon a demonic well broken open by various races, absorbing endless death qi. Then, he consumed the immortal fluid left by the Dao Venerable, engaging in a life-and-death clash.

That year, he successfully broke through to the seventh heaven of the Saint Realm, making remarkable progress. Afterward, he endured various bloody battles and trials of life and death for eight years, solidifying this realm.

The immortal fluid left by the Dao Venerable could only be consumed once; for anyone, a single drop was sufficient, and further use would render it ineffective.

Each drop was about the size of a thumb tip, radiating divine glow. It could transform a person completely. This immortal fluid, cultivated within ancient desolate wells, was extremely limited in quantity.

Currently, all races had obtained some of it, and it was priceless. Some wanted to trade various secret treasures and scriptures for it, but no one was willing to sell even a single drop.

Ye Fan possessed more than a dozen drops, which he carefully put away. They would be of great use in the future, allowing old friends or disciples to consume them when they reached a bottleneck in their cultivation, undoubtedly elevating their power significantly.

Over these eighteen years, the Dragon Horse and Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon reaped immense benefits. They absorbed everything, whether it was the essence of the fallen Saints' bodies or the divine liquid essence that Ye Fan dispersed after his cultivation.

These two fierce beasts underwent several transformations, their power exploding in growth. All of this was based on their continuous purification of their dragon blood.

The Demon Emperor did not leave behind scriptures on the ancient road, but this ancient art alone was enough to defy the heavens, serving as the source of power for these fierce beasts to continuously ascend in strength.

The starry sky war resulted in countless casualties, naturally including ancient Saints. These were used as blood food by them, allowing them to forcefully refine their own dragon blood, which was virtually taking a shortcut to power.

Furthermore, with Ye Fan giving each of them a drop of the Holy Spirit's immortal fluid, their power surged dramatically. They are now on par with Ye Fan, both having reached the seventh heaven of the Saint Realm.

Recently, they have consumed so much blood food that they are likely on the verge of another breakthrough. If this news were to spread, it would surely leave people dumbfounded.

Only by treading the ancient starry sky road, encountering such a massive war, and possessing a heaven-defying ancient art for nourishing dragon blood, could one achieve such a rapid pace of advancement.

Otherwise, if they had resided in a single starfield, hiding on an ancient planet, how could they have consumed so many corpses of fallen Saints?

These two creatures acquired an excessive amount of Saint blood, and in doing so, they also became responsible for a considerable number of lives!

"Even knowing that this goes against heavenly principles and might lead to an ill fate in the future," they thought, "we couldn't care less. With the corpses of ancient Saints falling before our eyes, how could we abandon them? Naturally, we have to use them to enhance our strength."

The two fierce beasts were quite open-minded about it. Even if they had an ominous premonition of future calamities, they still had to seize this opportunity to frantically improve their realms.

Over the past eighteen years, Ye Fan became a public enemy of all races except the Human Race, as he had killed too many cultivators. A faint, dark blood-colored divine halo appeared behind him as a result.

This was the result of bathing in the Saint blood of various races. As soon as he appeared, there was no need for him to announce his name; anyone seeing the dark red divine halo would immediately recognize him.

Moreover, the Holy Spirit Race even cast a golden curse upon him, adding a layer of brilliant golden light to his divine halo that was impossible to remove, no matter where he went.

Over the past eighteen years, following the Stone Wolf, Wugu, and Mopu, Ye Fan killed another powerful Stone Ape in this starfield, tearing it apart with his bare hands and taking a jar of Holy Spirit divine blood.

This event had a huge impact. A supreme Holy Spirit from the depths of the starry sky personally cast a curse, intending to obliterate him. Unfortunately, Ye Fan possessed the Green Bronze Cauldron, which blocked the curse, leaving only a lingering golden glow of the curse behind him.

In such a vast starfield, how many Holy Spirits could there be? Ye Fan alone had killed four, almost leading to the extinction of the Stone Race in this starfield, which naturally enraged the Holy Spirit Race.

At the same time, this caused a sensation, with rising talents from various races continuously pursuing him, all hoping to kill him and achieve legendary status.

It was precisely for this reason that Ye Fan was constantly engaged in battles throughout these years, living amidst bloodshed and slaying countless enemies.

Regrettably, almost all the powerhouses from various races who came seeking fame through battle perished, making Ye Fan stronger with each fight and solidifying his reputation.

If not for the Great Saint-level figures vying for the ancient scriptures of the mythical era, someone would likely have come to capture and kill him much sooner.

Even so, Ye Fan encountered danger several times. However, he mastered the 'Movement' secret art; though there were people in this world he couldn't defeat, few could catch up to him.

In the depths of the dark cosmos, the great war continued year after year. Currently, it was unclear into whose hands the Heaven-Mending Art had fallen.

However, each race kept a mental account, believing that whoever possessed it would be attacked. The Light Race, Holy Spirit Race, Winged Race, Primordial Demon Race, and others engaged in mutual conquest.

Naturally, since this war took place on the Human Race's ancient starry sky road, the Human Race also suffered greatly.

Ye Fan journeyed through the cold cosmos, occasionally spotting corpses drifting in the starfield, their blood long since congealed.

For all these years, the Dragon Horse and Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon felt nauseous at the sight of corpses, yet they suppressed it and continued to consume blood food, all for the sake of becoming stronger.

Ye Fan traversed the frigid cosmos, searching for an eternal sun, as he wished to break through his cultivation again. After so many years of tempering, with countless corpses beneath his feet and his path forged with blood, he felt he could continue advancing.

Nine years ago, during a life-and-death battle, he was pursued by numerous powerhouses. He entered a desolate starfield and found a Lunar God Core, possessing extreme cold.

This was refined from the essence of Taiyin, a peerless treasure for cultivating the Taiyin Immortal Scripture.

For Ye Fan, it was a divine material for cultivating the Sea of Bitterness, usable for cultivating the Taiyin Diagram within the Taiji Immortal Diagram. Now, wanting to break through, he naturally needed to find a divine sun to refine the Solar Immortal Diagram.

Ye Fan swiftly flew towards the blazing sun, dispelling the cosmos' coldness and darkness. The closer he got, the more scorching it became, so dazzling that one couldn't open their eyes.

He intended to enter the sun's core!

"Who goes there?" Suddenly, seven figures emerged, each immensely powerful, exuding majestic Saint might.

Ye Fan showed a surprised expression. They were seven Great Saints, definitely not ordinary Saints. Each possessed surging magical power and an extraordinary aura.

The one in the center was pale golden all over, with four faces on his head—he was a Saint of the Light Race.

On his sides, there were three individuals each, all with extraordinary appearances but different races, standing side by side, making for an indescribably strange sight.

These individuals were not very old; they were likely rising talents from various races. Seven distinguished young elites walking together was certainly no ordinary sight.

"It's you, Ye Fan, the Human Race's Sacred Body, the Calamity Star from the Buried Emperor Star!"

Upon seeing him, these individuals were all startled. Without needing to look closely, they immediately recognized him by the dark blood-colored divine halo behind him, coupled with the brilliant golden light emitted by the Holy Spirit Race's golden curse.

"You truly have boundless audacity, daring to trespass into Great Saint Cangyan's cave mansion and traveling palace." One of the exquisitely beautiful women gritted her teeth and said coldly, filled with hatred because Ye Fan had killed too many of their people.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan immediately broke into a heartfelt smile. This sun was actually Great Saint Cangyan's cave mansion and traveling palace. How could the dwelling of a Fire Race Holy Spirit be an ordinary place? It would surely help him succeed in his breakthrough.