Chapter 1327: Saintly Body Relic

Ye Fan was stunned. What had the Sacred Body lineage left behind? It didn't seem to be anything ordinary.

"We were long unable to protect it," Yang Yunteng said. "If we kept it, others would surely target us, so we had no choice but to ask the Emissary lineage to safeguard it."

"What exactly is it?" Ye Fan asked, his expression changing.

"It's something our ancestors left behind, which can only be opened by those with dormant golden blood in their bodies," Yang Yunteng said, recounting some past events.

Before embarking on the ancient star path, the Sacred Body ancestor had foreseen future changes in the world, anticipating that the Sacred Body lineage might decline and face increasing hardship. Therefore, they left certain items behind.

"Those with golden Sacred Blood flowing through their veins can obtain those items in the future to break through the world's limitations and achieve breakthroughs," Yang Yunteng explained.

However, before leaving, the Sacred Body ancestor had solemnly instructed that while this could create a peerless expert and restore the declining Sacred Body to glory, it must not be used casually. It was only to be activated during times of dark turmoil or great peril for humanity. Only when a Human Sacred Body was needed to quell chaos or suppress a great catastrophe that threatened to destroy everything, could these items be brought forth, allowing the edge of the Human Sacred Body, long sealed by time, to be unsheathed!

Ye Fan sighed softly. Yang Yunteng's ancestors truly possessed a noble spirit, caring for the world and aspiring to conquer mountains and rivers. Such magnanimity commanded reverence; few could compare.

"The dark turmoil hasn't appeared yet. Wouldn't using them now be a bit premature?" Ye Fan asked.

"I've heard that the Immortal Ascension Road is about to open," Yang Yunteng said. "Our ancestor once said that a great catastrophe would surely accompany it, and the Sacred Body lineage should reappear during such a grand era."

The Sacred Body ancestor had considered many possibilities, long foreseeing that the most glorious Golden Age would inevitably be accompanied by the most terrifying dark turmoil, and that when the dazzling prosperity ended, perhaps the cruelest events would unfold.

The Sacred Blood within the Yang family was becoming increasingly diluted and would eventually disappear among the populace. Now, hearing Ye Fan mention that his grandson had a significant amount of dormant golden blood, Yang Yunteng immediately thought of these matters. Perhaps Yang Xi was the last Sacred Body in their lineage, and such a physique might never appear again, possibly disappearing completely in the near future. Therefore, this might be the last chance for their ancestor's dying wish to be realized: to use it during the impending great catastrophe of Immortal Ascension to suppress the most dreadful human turmoil.

Hearing this, Ye Fan fell silent, saddened for the ancestors of this lineage. They harbored great aspirations for the world and were determined to protect humanity, yet they bled and died in foreign lands—a truly desolate fate.

Yang Yunteng's brows furrowed then relaxed, as if he were making a profound decision. After a long time, he said, "The Immortal Ascension Road is about to open, and the most terrifying turmoil in history is on the horizon. My grandson is still young and won't have time to grow to that level. The Sacred Body lineage can only rely on you. This old man wishes to entrust all those items to you, to help you reach the realm of true great perfection, becoming unrivaled in the world!"

Ye Fan shook his head. "These were left by your ancestors and should be inherited by Yang Xi. Besides, I've already achieved a breakthrough myself. I don't need anything."

"Ow!" the Cang clan children shrieked and cursed, full of indignation. The weaker-willed ones began to cry.

The little rascal, Yang Xi, had been quite miserable over the past few years, often bullied by these children. He harbored much resentment, especially when he clashed with them to stop them from insulting his ancestors. Each time, he was beaten black and blue, covered in bruises. If not for his special constitution, he would have died long ago and wouldn't have even reached six or seven years old.

Now, everything had turned around. Yang Xi swung his fists, unleashing his pent-up anger, beating the Cang clan children until they wailed and screamed, blood gushing from their noses and mouths.

The other children turned pale with fright and scattered, all fleeing. A few ran to the Cang clan to report.

"Alright, let them go," Ye Fan said. "When you become strong, you can challenge everyone in the Cang clan." He didn't take the diluted Cang clan descendants seriously; their true nemesis was those with the Heavenly Overlord Blood flowing in their veins, not these descendants who would eventually fade into obscurity.

Yang Xi, panting heavily, stopped. He kicked them away, one by one, no longer bothering with them.

"Let's leave here," Ye Fan said. "Go to the Fiftieth Human Pass; you can live there from now on." To prevent any mishaps, this place was no longer suitable for residence.

"The declining Sacred Body lineage, how spirited! Let me see what kind of person dared to beat my useless grandsons until blood streamed from their noses and mouths!"

From a distance, a clear whistle echoed, and a figure rapidly approached. Their strength was not to be underestimated, far surpassing the peak combat power of this ancient star. The Cang clan had, for an unknown number of years, sent their children out for tempering, requiring them to spend several years on this desolate star, where cultivation was difficult, always with a master overseeing them.

It was an elder with snow-white hair, each strand glistening, skin as white as jade, and eyes that shot forth like two bolts of lightning.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent. "Take a look, then leave. Don't cause trouble for yourself."

"Who are you?" the elder asked. More than a dozen people followed him, including the wailing children.

"I will go to another ancient star and visit your family," Ye Fan said. This was a decision he had already made: to see the burial grounds of the fragmented Human Dao Apex Experts who once possessed the Heavenly Overlord Blood.

"How dare you! Who do you think you are to say such a thing? Are you related to the Sacred Body lineage?" some people from behind pressed forward, exuding a terrifying domineering aura like a group of divine lions. This was the unique pressure of their clan; even with such diluted bloodlines, it was like a raging torrent, intimidating all the cultivators in the entire city.

"The Sacred Body ancestor was defeated and slain by our clan's ancestor! What right do you have to speak like that? How dare you set foot in the Heavenly Overlord Body lineage's ancient burial grounds?" one person shouted.

Ye Fan swept his gaze over them indifferently, golden light beams bursting from his eyes. Although that person had reached the King realm, at this moment, they felt a chilling sensation, and their body trembled uncontrollably.

They all involuntarily retreated, especially the aggressive leaders, whose legs trembled, feeling almost suffocated by the pressure.

"A Sacred Body! A Sacred Body who has achieved great cultivation!" one of them cried out, spitting blood, their face ashen.

Ye Fan hadn't deliberately released his aura, only faint traces, yet it was enough to shock them. As archenemies, they were most sensitive to each other.

"I don't wish to trouble you," Ye Fan said calmly. "Unless a true Heavenly Overlord Blood appears, you are not worth my intervention. All of you, leave." To these people, however, his words sounded like thunderclaps.

These people had come to demand an explanation, but at this moment, they all turned pale, said nothing, and simply turned and left. Other forces in the city were all terrified, not daring to speak much. Not a single person stepped forward, and for a moment, the silence was absolute.

The domain gate opened. Yang Yunteng, leading the little rascal, looked back one last time at the dilapidated courtyard, then followed Ye Fan across the void, heading towards the Fiftieth Human Pass.

The bustling Fiftieth Pass, compared to the city on the desolate star, was like a celestial city. It was situated in space; looking up, the universe was vast, and this place was immensely prosperous.

The Emissary had a full beard and a sturdy, robust build. His name was Zhao Gongyi, and he appeared quite rugged. He was currently in a donkey meat restaurant, pouring drinks for himself, enjoying a jar of aged wine and several plates of cooked meat with great relish.

"Bearded Uncle!" Yang Xi called out. He had met the Emissary once before.

Ye Fan smiled. Calling this person "uncle"? Only a child who didn't understand anything could say that. The Emissary's true age was unknown, only that he had been tricked by a divine donkey four thousand years ago.

Yang Yunteng stepped forward and paid his deep respects. He knew well that the Emissary had protected their lineage; otherwise, their clan would likely have long ceased to exist.

Emissary Zhao Gongyi, understanding their purpose, nodded. "You wish to retrieve those items, do you? Very well. I don't know how many generations they've been kept; they're almost buried under dust."

They arrived at the City Lord's Mansion and re-entered the sealed area.

Yang Xi found everything astonishing. In the past, he was a pitiful child, bullied by others, and had never left that city. Now, seeing the sun, moon, and stars appear together, clinging to the firmament, he was utterly puzzled. By this time, his ragged little clothes had been taken off and replaced with clean ones, making him look delicate and young.

Yang Yunteng felt a little uneasy; the ancestral items were about to appear, and his heart was far from calm.

Emissary Zhao Gongyi opened a sealed treasury, pushing open a pair of massive stone doors. Inside, dazzling light shimmered, with many magic treasures piled up. Without delay, he retrieved a stone box from the innermost section and solemnly handed it to Yang Yunteng.

"Alas!" Zhao Gongyi sighed softly.

The stone box was covered in dust, yet even a powerful Saint could not open it. For so many years, it had never seen the light of day, with the relics sealed inside.

"Only those of the Human Sacred Body lineage, by pouring golden Sacred Blood upon it, can open it. If a peerless figure with immense power were to force it open, it would shatter, leaving nothing behind."

Ye Fan took it in his hands, feeling it heavier than a mountain, and held deep respect for the Sacred Body ancestor. Of course, he wouldn't let Yang Xi spill his golden blood. He himself slit his wrist, and threads of golden light flowed out, seeping into the stone box.

*Click!*

With a soft click, the stone box sprang open. A power of time permeated the air, carrying an ancient, profound aura that deeply resonated within them all.

"Ancestor!" Yang Yunteng cried out.

Yang Xi also felt a blood-connected aura, crying softly and constantly wiping away tears.

"When humanity needs a Sacred Body, they will surely step forward. These items were not left to empower descendants, but simply to quell dark turmoil," Emissary Zhao Gongyi sighed.

Three small jade vials, no bigger than a thumb, were clear and transparent, clearly showing the liquid inside. These were three supreme, divine, and sacred elixirs of humanity!

Inside the first small jade vial was golden blood. Even after hundreds of thousands of years, it still shone dazzlingly, like melted divine metal, so bright that it made one's eyes squint. As Ye Fan faced it, his body rumbled like thunder, his own golden blood surged, resonating with the small jade vial.