Chapter 1330: Order Principles

Chapter 1332: Laws of Order

Within the ancient tomb, immense bell waves resonated through mountains and rivers, causing the sun and moon to tremble as if the world itself was on the verge of collapse!

"Rumble!"

The cauldron above Ye Fan's head vibrated violently. Primordial energy, the source of all creation, cascaded down in wisps. Ancient ancestors, flora, fauna, and divine beings simultaneously appeared on the cauldron's walls, lending it an ancient and majestic aura.

Now, the Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi had become an unparalleled Sacred Weapon, combining both offense and defense. It contained a divine spirit and constantly recited ancient scriptures from within the Nine Dragons Coffin, making it profound, mysterious, and immensely powerful.

Upon its appearance, the bell waves were blocked, unable to penetrate.

Deep within the colossal ancient tomb, divine chains of order, capable of destroying all creation, swept forth with devastating force, emanating an awe-inspiring presence that compelled people to kneel in reverence.

Ye Fan, pulling little Yang Xi, stood like a steadfast rock on top of the ancient tomb, resisting the terrifying fluctuations from below. The cauldron above his head rose and fell, thousands of wisps of primordial energy flowed, and sacred might permeated the air.

Inside the cauldron's mouth, a profound and immeasurably mysterious chaos slowly rotated. Occasionally, suns, moons, and galaxies would appear within the chaotic energy, as if new worlds were being forged.

In the deepest part of the underground, the man with thick black hair and the roaring Tyrant Bell above his head soared upwards as if to leap out of the great tomb, radiating an even more formidable power.

"Dong..."

The great bell chimed slowly, terrifying all living beings. All fierce birds and beasts in the mountains and vast wilderness trembled, prostrating themselves on the ground, quivering in awe as if before a deity.

Golden light flared in Ye Fan's eyes, as if he could see through ancient times and into the future. His golden blood thundered within him, and his entire body became as clear and luminous as jade, unleashing his most potent Sacred Power.

He remained motionless, neither striking nor retreating. A vertical eye, brilliantly shining, appeared between his brows. A ray of immortal light pierced through the colossal tomb, looking directly into its deepest underground reaches.

That was not a person, nor was it the true Tyrant Bell; everything was woven from divine chains of order, yet it possessed absolute power, enough to make even ordinary saints tremble.

"Is this the person who once possessed the Heavenly Tyrant Blood?" Ye Fan murmured to himself, sensing and comprehending with his full attention, wanting to see through all the divine chains of order. This was his purpose in coming here.

He experienced terrible suppression in this place. Indeed, as rumored, everyone except those with Tyrant Physique was regarded as an anomaly and could gain nothing here.

The man's thick black hair danced wildly, his gaze like cold lightning. Like a divine demon, he exuded an aura of supreme dominance over all realms, projecting an invincible might capable of suppressing all ages!

Unfortunately, it was merely an imprint, not his true form manifesting. It could not burst out of the massive tomb, only standing in the empty space within the mountain's belly. Even so, its terror was overwhelming.

Even after hundreds of thousands of years since his death, the imprint left by one who flowed with the Heavenly Tyrant Blood remained so incredibly domineering that all heroes in the world had no choice but to admire it.

Throughout history, countless people had come to pay respects here, all of them left shaken, which gave a glimpse of the supreme power of his true form in the past.

Ye Fan's eyes grew even more profound, containing the cycles of suns, moons, and galaxies, and the rotation of chaos. Under the mighty suppression of the Great Dao, he comprehended and saw through to the origin.

At his level of cultivation, not only were life-and-death battles necessary, but sometimes a period of "precipitation" in silence was also required. Walking amidst mountains and all creation, appearing in the mortal world, various inspirations would also bring him great gains.

The Tyrant Physique, a sworn enemy since ancient times, suppressed Ye Fan with its Great Dao laws, causing his golden blood to boil within him. Silently enduring this in the tomb was also a form of cultivation.

He stared at the divine chains of order for a long time. Eventually, the terrifying man and the Tyrant Bell above his head completely transformed into pure laws in his eyes, allowing him to perceive their very essence.

"Powerful and terrifying," he sighed softly. When everything in the world quieted down, the imprint remained, still in human form, but it could no longer be used for him to contend with or to temper himself.

Ye Fan employed his peerless Source Art to investigate everything below. The result was emptiness; after the Heavenly Tyrant Physique transcended, his supreme physical body completely dissolved into the Great Dao, leaving no remains.

This was the Holy Physique's archenemy from ancient times, undeniably and incomparably powerful; otherwise, that battle years ago would not have been so tragic!

Ye Fan put away the cauldron and led little Yang Xi across the massive tomb. He saw several small rivers where spiritual energy had liquefied, bubbling and flowing down the mountain.

On the mountain, there was a man-made herbal field, irrigated by spiritual liquid. Ancient herbs grew in abundance, their fragrance filling the air, and colorful rays radiating from them; each plant was brilliant and crystalline.

Ordinarily, it was guarded by the Azure Ape, but unfortunately, he was not there at the moment.

"Medicine Kings!"

Ye Fan was astonished. Deep within the herbal field, on a special patch of five-colored soil, two Medicine Kings grew side by side. One resembled a Vermilion Bird spreading its wings, its entire body a vibrant red like carnelian. It was a rare ancient herb called Vermilion Bird Grass.

The other glowed with purple light; it was a spiritual vine, over three meters long, rumored to grow only an inch in a thousand years. Its purple leaves drifted like mist, emanating a shimmering vapor, and its main stem resembled a robust purple horned dragon.

Ye Fan had been traveling the Ancient Starry Road for a long time and had seen many rare treasures, but this was his first time encountering Medicine Kings that could extend lifespan. Such items were highly sought after and rarely seen on this path.

Ye Fan carefully dug them up and sealed them in jade jars while explaining various ancient herbs to little Yang Xi.

The Vermilion Bird Grass burned like a ball of flame, emitting crimson light through the jade wall. The spiritual vine, meanwhile, exuded purple mist, like a cloud of fiery vapor, causing the entire jade jar to glow with a purple luster.

With the Path to Immortality about to open, and life-and-death battles, perhaps even dark turmoil, looming in the future, Medicine Kings would undoubtedly be invaluable treasures for saving lives and prolonging existence!

Ye Fan led Yang Xi down the mountain and left the massive tomb, keenly feeling the changes in the Great Dao's rules. This visit had brought him significant gains.

"Is the Heavenly Tyrant Blood truly an invincible bloodline?" The little boy showed a hint of worry. Although they had left the massive tomb, he couldn't help but look back; the grand burial site had shaken him profoundly.

Ye Fan patted his head and said, "Invincible in your heart, fearless in all things."

Yang Xi firmly believed that the Holy Physique ancestors were invincible, but in this place, his conviction had wavered slightly. The man formed from divine chains of order had put immense pressure on his young mind.

In that instant, he became resolute, his eyes clear and his small face filled with confidence, radiating an astonishing brilliance. He vigorously waved his small fist and declared, "We are invincible!"

A seed was sown in his heart, strengthening his conviction. The two figures, one large and one small, walked towards the ends of the earth, passing through layers of primeval ancient lands.

Ye Fan's eyes were deep. Although his resolve was firm and he possessed an invincible belief, after seeing the colossal tomb today, he had developed considerable caution.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Holy Physique who embarked on the ancient path from the Big Dipper once quelled turmoil and was hailed as invincible, yet he still fell at the Fiftieth Pass of the Human Race. This was enough to demonstrate the terrifying power of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood.

"After the Holy Physique reaches completion, will the golden blood in one's body truly fade completely and turn back into fresh red?" Yang Xi asked, tilting his small face upwards.

"That's right," Ye Fan affirmed.

"Has anyone truly reached such a realm?" The little boy's bright, large eyes were full of hope.

"Yes," Ye Fan nodded. The Great Accomplishment Holy Physiques spoken of by people might not all have flawless holy blood; this was just an honorific title for invincibility. However, there were certainly Holy Physiques whose blood had turned completely fresh red.

"You must have heard of their glorious achievements in the Big Dipper, right?!" The little boy's eyes grew even brighter, shining with a radiant glow.

How could Ye Fan not see the little one's eagerness to learn everything about them? His long eyelashes blinked, and his large eyes fluttered, appearing very earnest.

"I once saw a divine spirit's remnant thought. In life, he must have had flawless crimson blood. He suppressed no ordinary turmoil; he fought fiercely against Undying Mountain and battled the entities from the Primordial Ancient Mine..." Ye Fan recounted patiently and slowly.

Yang Xi listened, captivated. Upon hearing that this invincible Holy Physique, heartbroken by the loss of his beloved and the passing of his comrades-in-arms to old age, had traveled beyond the mortal realm, the little boy's eyes misted over.

Wiping away tears, he said, "After ten thousand years, the whole world became desolate. How pitiful that only he was left. He chose to depart, to grow old and die in a foreign land, meditating until his passing. With a lingering obsession to see his beloved and comrades again, he transformed into a divine spirit's remnant thought..."

Ahead lay a magnificent landscape of mountains and rivers, with silver waterfalls plummeting a thousand feet and ethereal immortal mist. Colossal palaces were perched on various peaks, as if one had entered a celestial realm.

The Cang family was not far from the massive tomb. While they dared not venture deep into it, the strong cultivators of their clan often practiced on the mountain itself, considering it their prosperous divine land.

At the mountain gate, a terrifying aura surged. The Saintly Grand Formation had been activated, exuding unparalleled killing intent. Dao traces covered the area, making it an impassable death zone.

The Azure Ape had escaped and naturally reported everything. The arrival of the Holy Physique, who had been missing for a hundred thousand years, at the Fiftieth Pass of the Human Race, appearing atop the Heavenly Tyrant Physique's colossal tomb, naturally shook them to their core.

In fact, they had received news several years ago, knowing that a Holy Physique, their sworn enemy from Burial Emperor Star, had appeared on the Ancient Starry Road.

Yet, they were fearless, for in this generation, a person truly possessing the Heavenly Tyrant Blood had emerged from their ancestral land, their mother star in another ancient starfield.

That person had once visited this place, staying for a year. They had profoundly experienced his power and firmly believed that he was absolutely the invincible one of this generation!

"The Heavenly Tyrant Blood has been invincible since ancient times! This generation is destined to slay the Holy Physique and forge another glorious era!"

A group of people appeared at the mountain gate, standing side-by-side on a giant peak, looking outwards and observing the two figures, one large and one small.

"What does he mean by bringing a child? Could it be that two Great Accomplishment Holy Physiques might appear in the future?"

These people were somewhat surprised, their voices filled with coldness.

"How rare it is! After a hundred thousand years, another true Holy Physique has emerged. What is your intention in coming to our clan's pure land?" a middle-aged man asked coldly. Facing their sworn enemy, he felt intense hostility and tension, yet also a sense of pride.

"Nothing, just looking," Ye Fan said calmly, beginning to observe the area with the little boy.

"I advise you to leave early!" A young man spoke aggressively, his eyes revealing full killing intent, shining with a chilling light.

"Don't be nervous. I have no intention of attacking. I genuinely just want to observe. Just don't force my hand, that's all," Ye Fan said with composure.