Chapter 1329: 霸体 Ancient Tomb

Chapter 1331: Ancient Tomb of the Hegemon Body

The land was lush and vibrant. Some ancient vines stretched for dozens of miles, winding around several mountain peaks, while colossal trees, as tall as mountains, pierced the high heavens.

This was a scene from the pre-primordial era: savage beasts roamed freely, roaring across the land and through ancient forests, while ferocious birds, with wings outstretched, struck the sky, as if one had stepped into a prehistoric world.

Ye Fan led Yang Xi forward. The area was teeming with unusual trees and rare herbs, covered in exotic ancient vegetation. Some spirit medicines found here were no longer visible anywhere else.

The little boy breathed with difficulty, his body trembling slightly, repelled by an overbearing system of rules. He was profoundly uncomfortable in this place but stubbornly pressed on, refusing to halt.

Ye Fan's body exuded a subtle glow, which timely enveloped the boy's small frame. However, it didn't entirely protect him; instead, it allowed him to barely advance, forcing him to exert his full strength to resist.

The colossal ancient tomb, ten thousand zhang tall, soared into the clouds, its immense power pressing down on all directions. It was less like a solitary grave and more like a supreme being in slumber.

Ancient trees formed dense groves on the reddish earth and rocks, obscuring the sky and sun. An aura of the Great Dao permeated the air, so overbearing and wild, it was as if an Emperor's weapon suppressed all paths in the cosmos.

The two figures, one large and one small, had reached the base of the great tomb. They felt an increasing suppression, as wisps of heaven-and-earth order and rules swirled around the mountain like clouds.

It was no wonder that many cultivators throughout history exclaimed upon reaching this place; such an astonishing sight. Except for those with the Hegemon Blood flowing within them, any other being would be repelled here.

‘Ah!’ the little boy screamed, resisting with all his might and venting his anger. His tender face was etched with defiance. His Sea of Bitterness, suppressed by the overwhelming force, radiated brilliant golden light, emitting rumbling sounds like wind and thunder.

Ye Fan frowned, staring at the ten-thousand-zhang-tall colossal tomb. His heart skipped a beat; while clearly an ancient tomb, it more closely resembled a weapon, emanating wisps of divine might.

‘The Hegemon Bell...’

The ancient tomb was silent; its massive form was like a great bell inverted on the ground, dormant for ages, emanating a faint, elusive wave of divine power.

Ye Fan had naturally heard of it: the peak human expert who possessed the Hegemon Blood had used a Heaven-Dominating, Earth-Shattering Great Bell as his weapon. In that battle, a single chime of the bell shattered many stars in the universe, turning them to dust in its waves.

Finally, that Hegemon Bell was shattered by the Sacred Body, causing starfields to collapse and the sky to darken with terrifying, boundless power.

Ye Fan did not rush to ascend the mountain. Instead, he led little Yang Xi in a circuit around it, carefully examining the ancient tomb. Its shape truly resembled the Hegemon Bell described in ancient records.

Faintly, waves of colossal bell sounds vibrated outwards, ethereal and ancient, as if echoing from across space and time, exuding an invincible aura.

‘Could that weapon have been shattered, then reassembled, transforming into this great tomb and suppressed here?’ Ye Fan mused.

He observed for a long time, discovering huge fissures on the great tomb, resembling cracks left after a bell body had split. Inside, the resonating sound of the Great Dao was deafening.

Ye Fan frowned. As a Heaven Master, he possessed world-shaking secret arts that allowed him to perceive mountains and rivers directly and see through the grand trends of heaven and earth. Yet, at this moment, he saw no weapon fragments on the great tomb.

This was formed by an overbearing law that influenced the heaven-and-earth structure, naturally manifesting as a Hegemon Bell of law. It was indeed strange and mysterious, making its depths impossible to discern.

‘Who goes there?!’ As the two of them ascended the mountain, a furious roar echoed. A snow-white ancient ape leaped down from a high platform above.

The ancient tomb was guarded by a powerful being: an old ape. Unlike other fierce birds and beasts that were suppressed, this ape remained unaffected, in harmony with the overbearing heaven-and-earth order, making it exceptionally powerful.

The ancient ape was tall, strong, and powerful, its entire body snow-white, roaring like a vajra. It had reached the Saint realm, and a faint, elusive aura of dominance surged from it.

It cultivated a unique, robust, and ferocious technique. Its eyes, like golden lamps, shot forth piercing divine light as it lunged at Ye Fan and the boy, its majestic Saint power surging immensely.

‘Bang!’

With a single strike, threads of law and Dao traces appeared in the void, capable of shattering mountains and rivers. Yet, under Ye Fan's casual punch, its entire right arm twisted, speckles of blood splattered, and it was sent flying.

The ancient ape was shocked. It had received guidance from the Cang family and guarded this tomb for generations, cultivating a formidable technique created by the Hegemon Blood lineage specifically for ancient beasts. Its power was astonishing; even ancient Saints would find it hard to match.

Because this was a crucial and highly important place for the Cang family, worth great effort to protect, the Cang family had not been stingy in cultivating it over the years, even more so than with their own elites. It had long been listed as an honored guest of the Cang family.

‘Who...who exactly are you?’ The ancient ape was both shocked and terrified, half its body convulsing. The flash of the golden fist shadow just now had struck it like lightning, breaking the bones in its right arm, which was reputedly comparable to a sacred artifact.

Ye Fan calmly replied, ‘To the Cang family, I suppose I am a mortal enemy. However, I do not wish to fight you, unless someone with the true Hegemon Blood physique appears.’

He continued to ascend the mountain with the little boy, moving forward on the ancient tomb, looking around, wanting to fully understand this mysterious ancient place.

‘What? You are...the Sacred Body from the Buried Emperor Star? Finally...you’re here!’ the ancient ape cried out, its expression shifting between surprise and fear.

It was a Sacred Beast, sharp and powerful, rarely encountering an equal among Saints. Yet, facing this person, it found it hard to muster any will to fight; a tremor ran through its very soul.

‘No, you...anyone but you. Only the Sacred Body cannot step onto this peak!’ Finally, it gritted its teeth and shouted loudly, fulfilling its duty, unwilling to be scared away.

‘Why?’ Ye Fan suddenly turned, golden light shooting from his eyes. He looked immensely majestic, gazing down from above like a divine being observing mortals.

‘Because you are the Sacred Body. Your ancestor was defeated by someone with the Hegemon Blood flowing within them. The Cang family has explicitly stated that a defeated mortal enemy is absolutely forbidden from coming here, not allowed to step a single pace onto this mountain,’ the ancient ape said, as if it had exhausted all its strength. It felt it had most likely incurred a fatal disaster.

Ye Fan stood on a massive rock, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring at the ape indifferently, showing no emotion. He said, ‘Who is stronger or weaker should not be judged by ancient records. Let us fight again in this life. Go tell the Cang family that today I am climbing this mountain, and I will also visit their clan.’

He did not attack, yet under that gaze, the ancient ape felt a chill down its spine. It was a powerful Sacred Beast, unmatched for many years, but now it was trembling before this person. What kind of peerless figure was this?!

‘I...’ It opened its mouth, but that cold, golden gaze swept over it, causing it to shiver and involuntarily retreat, its scalp tingling.

‘Go.’ Ye Fan pointed his finger, and a ray of divine light flew over, scattering upon its body. With a bang, it was sent flying, plummeting towards the distant horizon, far from the ancient tomb.

Ye Fan’s expression was calm as he advanced with Yang Xi, a faint glow emanating from his entire body. He had already completely enveloped the little boy, as the power of order on top of the tomb was too strong, enough to crush cultivators into paste.

On the mountain, the spiritual energy grew denser. Some ancient medicines flourished vigorously, their age reaching tens of thousands of years, making them extremely rare.

Moreover, over a dozen of them were nearly Spirit Kings, aged sixty to seventy thousand years, their fresh fragrance wafting to the nose, making one feel ethereal.

This place was truly extraordinary, having clearly become the Cang family’s medicine garden. Its establishment on an ancient tomb was quite astonishing and unique.

The sound of flowing liquid echoed. In some places, the dense spiritual energy had actually liquefied, forming puddles and flowing along the mountain. There were even source stones among them—a scene from a time when all beings in heaven and earth were exceedingly prosperous.

Unfortunately, apart from the vegetation, only the clan possessing the Hegemon Blood could truly thrive here. The more concentrated the essence, the more severe the suppression by the power of law became in this place.

Even Ye Fan, powerful as he was now, felt waves of discomfort after ascending this mountain. An overbearing force sought to tear his body apart, specifically targeting the golden blood within him.

‘No weapon fragments, just a Hegemon Bell formed by the condensation of the power of order...’ Ye Fan mused. What did the Supreme Hegemon Body intend back then? He had clearly passed away, so how could such a change occur?

He opened his Heaven's Eye, his gaze piercing through the colossal tomb via chains of order, delving into the ten-thousand-zhang mountain body to clearly see everything inside. This was his fundamental reason for coming here. The Hegemon Body of the Heavens had hidden injuries from the war; ten years later, his body disintegrated. He wondered if any information remained from his physical form.

Suddenly, from within the great tomb, an aura capable of destroying heavens and earth surged forth, wildly dominant and overwhelming, causing the sun, moon, and star rivers to tremble!

This was a peerless expert that countless strong individuals from ancient times had to look up to, truly worthy of being a supreme being of his generation. Even after hundreds of thousands of years since his death, such an aura still remained.

‘As expected of the uncrowned king; even after so many years since his passing, he can still be like this. Ordinary cultivators would definitely not be able to withstand these residual fluctuations,’ Ye Fan mused.

Suddenly, he was greatly startled!

On his forehead, a vertical eye appeared, shooting out a ray of immortal radiance that penetrated the deepest part of the great tomb. He observed carefully, clearly seeing the scene within.

There was actually a terrifying man there, with black hair disheveled and wildly dancing, radiating overwhelming dominance. He stood with a peerless demeanor, as if he was the sole ruler of the world, the only one supreme.

At the deepest part of the colossal ancient tomb, there was actually a man!

This was truly somewhat ominous and shocking.

His figure was wrapped by chains of order, making his strong body somewhat blurry. Yet, a world-shaking fluctuation capable of suppressing the cosmos emanated from him. He suddenly looked up, two terrifying cold streaks of electricity shooting from his eyes, gazing towards Ye Fan and piercing through the tomb itself.

Boom!

Ye Fan’s golden blood immediately boiled, rushing rapidly, rumbling and roaring. His entire body became dazzling, radiating immense light, confronting that impact.

He could confirm that this was a peerless pressure, surging from the man deep within the ancient tomb, which ordinary Saints could not withstand!

‘Dong...’

A bell sound came from the depths of the ancient tomb. The eight directions, ten thousand great mountain ranges, and countless valleys all roared, shaking under the bell's waves, intimidating the vast earth.

Ye Fan’s forehead shone brightly, and a cauldron flew out, suspending above his head, dropping wisps of order ribbons that protected both him and Yang Xi below.

In the depths of the ancient tomb, wisps of Dao principles intertwined above the terrifying man’s head, forming a great bell that hovered there, ringing leisurely, its dominance overwhelming.

‘The Hegemon Bell!’

Golden sharpness shot from Ye Fan’s eyes. That great bell was very similar to the shape of the ancient tomb, identical to the legendary Hegemon Bell, as if it could suppress the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.