Chapter 147: Penetrate the Heavens

The Bronze Immortal Palace is one of the greatest historical mysteries in the Eastern Wasteland. Legend says it was forged by immortals, but this cannot be verified. It appeared even before the Primordial Era, and no one truly knows its origin.

Ye Fan decided to reveal this secret, causing a stir. All he wanted was to create an opportunity to leave the area.

He could foresee that once the news spread, it would cause a massive stir, shaking the entire land. However, he could no longer afford to worry about that.

Ji Ziyue's beautiful eyes widened. She tried to stop him with a telepathic message, but it was too late. Ye Fan ignored her and continued speaking.

"What are you doing, little brat? Do you know the consequences of revealing this news? Didn't we agree to keep it a secret?" Ji Ziyue was exasperated. Seeing Ye Fan ignore her, she clenched her delicate fists, wishing she could punch him a few times.

Ye Fan provided very detailed information, pointing out the exact location. He told them it was near Taixuan Sect and could be verified at any time. He had no choice; to escape, he had to temporarily disregard Ji Ziyue.

"Is this truly real?" The Saintess of Yaoguang was shocked and stood up. Her jade-like body emanated brilliance, enveloped in a soft halo, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

"Are you sure?!" Hua Yunfei could no longer maintain his ethereal composure. He abruptly stood up and looked towards Ye Fan.

"Ziyue, is this true?" Ji Haoyue gazed at his sister, knowing the two of them had been together.

Everyone was unsure about Ye Fan's words, so they all looked intently at Ji Ziyue. By then, she had no choice but to nod, unable to conceal it any longer.

"Why didn't you say something about such a huge matter sooner?" Ji Haoyue said with a hint of reproach.

"It's not good news. Every time the Bronze Immortal Palace appears, many people die," Ji Ziyue muttered cautiously. "I thought it would be better to keep it hidden to avoid bloodshed."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, there's a lot of Profound Yellow there, as thick as clouds and as heavy as mountains..." Ye Fan was thorough, dropping another bombshell.

"What?! The Mother Qi of All Things is there?!"

"That's a sacred material for forging artifacts!"

Everyone exclaimed in astonishment, their eyes lighting up.

'Profound' represents the essence of heaven, and 'Yellow' represents the marrow of earth; thus, Profound Yellow often symbolizes heaven and earth.

"Are you sure?" Hua Yunfei couldn't remain calm. He drifted closer, gazing at Ye Fan, and questioned him earnestly.

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes," Ye Fan affirmed.

"Where is that lake?" The Saintess of Yaoguang's beautiful eyes shone with a strange glint.

Everyone else also gathered around.

At the dawn of creation, an essence overflowed, becoming Profound Yellow. Its quantity was pitifully small and now almost depleted. It was highly coveted by peak cultivators and considered a priceless treasure for forging artifacts.

While the Bronze Immortal Palace was astonishing to them, it also felt somewhat distant and elusive. Even with the news, they could only report it to their sect leaders and grand elders for a decision. The so-called opportunity for immortality was too far removed from their current level.

However, the Mother Qi of All Things was different; it was a true treasure. It was a sacred material for refining all tangible substances, and if one could collect it, they would benefit for life.

Everyone's eyes burned with desire. There was no one who didn't want to forge a top-tier weapon.

"What are you doing, you mischievous fellow? You're harming people!" Ji Ziyue was very perceptive; sensing something amiss, she secretly admonished Ye Fan. "You clearly know that the Mother Qi of All Things has retreated back into the bronze palace, so why are you saying this?"

Ji Ziyue had previously tried to obtain the essence of the Mother Qi of All Things from Ye Fan but failed. She had gone to that lake several times to collect Profound Yellow, and while she had great success, she later discovered that the Profound Yellow was settling and eventually completely sank into the bronze palace, making it impossible to collect anymore.

These people each retreated to personally report to their masters. They had come here with esteemed elders from various sects, and such news was simply too significant.

Even individuals like Ji Haoyue, the Saintess of Yaoguang, and Hua Yunfei could not make unilateral decisions and hastily departed.

A ripple of light flickered in Ji Ziyue's large eyes. Sharp as an elf, she wrinkled her nose and angrily pulled Ye Fan, asking, "What exactly are you trying to do, you scoundrel?"

"Don't get angry, or you'll get wrinkles," Ye Fan said with a laugh, pinching her delicate nose.

"Little brat, you're too bold today." Ji Ziyue gnashed her small canines, about to deal with Ye Fan.

"Quickly, take out your treasure and collect the essence of the Mother Qi of All Things," Ye Fan whispered telepathically.

"What?!" Ji Ziyue was very surprised, a spiritual light flickering in her large eyes.

She had already collected Mother Qi of All Things from that lake, but it was far inferior to the essence of the Mother Qi. Only the "source root" of this Mother Qi could truly forge the legendary Ultimate Dao weapon.

She had tried every means of coercion and persuasion, but Ye Fan had refused to give her the "source root" of the Mother Qi of All Things. She never expected him to offer it to her willingly now.

Ye Fan felt that although Ji Ziyue was whimsical and mischievous, she didn't have bad intentions. On the contrary, she had protected him in various ways during these past days. As he was about to leave this place, he felt a twinge of guilt and decided to give her the Mother Qi of All Things, a treasure in the eyes of cultivators.

Although he couldn't fully control the Mother Qi of All Things and could only gather a small amount on his body's surface, Ji Ziyue possessed a secret treasure, which would be enough to absorb it into her grasp.

"Oh my, it really is the essence of the Mother Qi of All Things!" When Ji Ziyue received the "source root" of the Mother Qi of All Things, her large eyes curved into crescent moons, and dimples appeared on her cheeks. She was as lively as an elf, jumping and skipping.

"Cultivate well, and surpass your brother..." Ye Fan rubbed her head, then turned and strode away. He said, "I have something to do; I'm returning to Mount Zhuo first."

Ji Ziyue was quite intelligent and had already sensed Ye Fan's unusual behavior. Revealing the Bronze Immortal Palace for no apparent reason, she connected the dots and immediately guessed the truth.

"Little brat, you don't need to run away..." She quickly chased after him.

Ye Fan had recently been diligently studying the Old Madman's movement technique. Although he couldn't traverse mountains and lands with a single step, he was incredibly fast. This was an ultimate secret technique.

Even though Ji Ziyue's cultivation was higher than his, she couldn't catch up. In the blink of an eye, he had left her far behind.

Ye Fan only faintly heard her shout, "Little brat, don't go..."

He sighed and walked away without looking back. Lacking sufficient strength, he could only make his escape this way.

As he passed through the area of Mount Zhuo, he saw Li Ruoyu on the mountaintop, gazing in his direction.

Ye Fan hesitated slightly but eventually ascended into the sky. He trusted the old man, who had guided him much, and didn't want to leave silently.

He flew to Mount Zhuo, performed a deep bow, and then straightened up.

"Are you leaving?" Li Ruoyu asked.

Ye Fan nodded.

"Then go. Everyone has their own path." The old man said little more. He possessed great wisdom in cultivation, and his enlightenment at Mount Zhuo was extraordinary.

Ye Fan pondered for a moment, then took out a jade pure vase, poured some divine spring water into a jade dish, and presented it to Li Ruoyu. He said, "Thank you, Senior. I shall take my leave now."

After saying this, Ye Fan stepped on the void, using the ultimate secret technique taught by the Old Madman, and departed like a streak of light.

Besides Ji Ziyue and Li Ruoyu, one other person guessed that Ye Fan was about to leave.

If there was anyone who understood Ye Fan best, it was undoubtedly Li Xiaoman. After all, they had spent several years together, and when he mentioned the Bronze Immortal Palace, she already suspected his motives. When she saw him leave shortly after, she instantly understood that Ye Fan was preparing to escape.

Ye Fan did not linger for a moment. His golden bitter sea churned, interwoven with lightning, as he unleashed his full power. Using his mysterious footwork, he swiftly moved far away from Taixuan Sect.

As for the Old Madman, there was nothing to worry about. He was so powerful that even in his sleep, outsiders would find it very difficult to harm him.

Several days later, Ye Fan was already tens of thousands of miles away, beyond a dozen countries. Only then did he stop.

Flying directly to the Northern Region of the Eastern Wasteland would take several years. During this time, he wouldn't be able to cultivate, and Ye Fan found it unbearable to waste so much time.

"Is there no other way?" he sighed. The Eastern Wasteland was truly too vast; this region was merely a corner of the Southern Region. Stretching from north to south, the distances were unimaginable.

When Ye Fan finally stopped, he realized just how much trouble he had stirred up. He had, in essence, "poked a hole in the sky"!

In just these few days, the news of the Bronze Immortal Palace's appearance, transmitted through the domain gates, spread throughout all major powers in the Eastern Wasteland, alarming many important figures.

In the past few days, events had converged, shaking all directions. Not only human cultivators but also renowned experts from the demon race had arrived.

Among them were many influential figures who had not appeared for years, having been in secluded cultivation.

However, the most astonishing news came today.

Rumor had it that Nangong Zheng, a human grand elder who had supposedly passed away five hundred years ago, had reappeared in the world and arrived at Taixuan Sect.

Furthermore, there was news that the Peacock King, a demon grand elder who had swept across the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland eight hundred years ago, had emerged once more, appearing within the borders of the Wei State.

Whether true or false, these rumors left everyone deeply shaken.

Becoming an immortal, the ultimate dream and highest lifelong goal for countless powerful cultivators, but since ancient times, how many have truly taken that step?

Ancient texts mention a few individuals who were suspected of achieving immortality, but there was no conclusive evidence. This left countless exceptionally talented individuals feeling that their path forward was bleak.

Over the long passage of time, as seas turned into fertile fields and one genius after another turned to dust, the word "immortal" felt increasingly distant.

It was like the winter wind, or a moonless, starless night, instilling a sense of cold and darkness, devoid of hope.

In the long ancient history of the Eastern Wasteland, there had indeed appeared some astonishingly brilliant figures. They possessed heaven-shaking abilities and earth-weaving talents, unparalleled for an era, yet ultimately, they too turned into withered bones.

In the distant past, several prodigious individuals appeared. They could almost pluck stars and seize the moon, possessing abilities that pierced heaven and earth. Yet, in the end, they still could not escape the tribulation of death.

Powerful figures like the Demon Emperor from ten thousand years ago, who sought to rival the heavens, looked down upon the world, unrivaled. Wherever his army marched, everyone bowed their heads.

The Eastern Wasteland was incredibly vast, with countless demon tribes. Yet, they were unified by that Emperor, who sought to establish a demon heavenly court and achieve supreme glory.

However, under the relentless march of time, his grand aspirations ultimately came to naught. He transformed into a wisp of a ghostly soul, eventually returning to dust.

Since ancient times, there has always been a legend in the Eastern Wasteland that the Bronze Immortal Palace occasionally offers an opportunity for immortality.

For influential figures who had reached the peak, this naturally held a fatal temptation. Thus, it was not surprising that beings like Nangong Zheng and the Peacock King reappeared in the world.