Chapter 1474: Human Race Road Ends

Qi Tian fled, his heart filled with fear. As a Great Saint, he hadn't tasted this kind of dread for perhaps five millennia, and now he was experiencing it again. In his youth, when he contended with others, he was once hunted by an exceptional talent, leaving him no escape, trapped between heaven and earth. This moment felt like a cycle repeating.

That time, he eventually escaped. Later, that exceptional talent was blocked at the Great Saint checkpoint. After several attempts to break through, he ultimately failed and perished with the passage of time.

Yet Qi Tian succeeded. He dominated a region, respected by all, becoming an unparalleled powerhouse in that domain.

Five millennia later, his life was once again in peril. Could he escape as he did before? Qi Tian trembled, despair in his heart. He saw no glimmer of hope.

Qi Tian passed through forty-one cities in a row, traversing vast expanses of the sky, for each city was in a different star domain. During this time, sword energy crisscrossed, lives withered, accompanied by bloodshed.

This was a massacre. Ye Fan was ruthless and indifferent, like someone harvesting crops, his face emotionless. Wherever his lethal sword pointed, it devastated everything; heads rolled and corpses piled up on either side.

This battle brought a reign of terror to the Human Ancient Road. Ye Fan truly conducted a purge. For many years to come, people would blanch at the mention of Ye Fan.

Qi Tian changed his route. He knew continuing on this path meant certain death, so he chose to leave the Human Ancient Road and enter another mysterious and desolate path.

This was an ancient domain, incredibly desolate. The cities weren't built but carved entirely from stone. Yet there was not a single person, only silence.

Qi Tian ventured deeper here, passing through eight cities without seeing a single living being, which made him even more uneasy. But he continued to advance in one direction, refusing to stop.

"This is the Ancient Road of the Sacred Spirits!"

After passing through fourteen cities, Ji Ziyue and the others finally realized where they were. They had seen several stone statues with characters like "Sacred Spirit" carved in ancient divine script.

"This is their path; that old man harbors ill intentions."

The lineage of Sacred Spirits was incredibly mysterious, a group of beings extremely difficult to provoke. Each possessed immense magical power and astonishing combat strength; their only drawback was their extreme rarity.

Just as they observed before them. In over a dozen cities, not a single life form was seen. They were all dead cities, with no guides or trial-takers present.

"That old geezer wasted his efforts. Sacred Spirits are rare, and they always go to the ancient roads of other races to compete, as that's the only way to gain experience and tempering. Otherwise, what good would a fight between a few Sacred Spirits be? Furthermore, the more powerful a Sacred Spirit is, the less likely it is to be seen; they won't emerge from their stone eggs unless forced."

Ultimately, Qi Tian once again deviated from the path and left this road. He saw no hope; it was too desolate, with no masters presiding over it.

Ye Fan's aura was like a rainbow, always maintaining a distance, hounding him. A sharp sword hung over his head, ready to strike at any moment.

Just as Pang Bo had said, after the final great battle on the Human Ancient Road, Ye Fan and the Immortal Sword of Lingbao Heavenly Venerate gradually harmonized. A connection was established, and the sword was initially recognized, allowing him to wield it thereafter.

Ahead, a great star shone, incredibly radiant. It was a solar star. As soon as they entered this star system, everyone felt a powerful and terrifying fluctuation.

Ye Fan was startled; he felt a sense of familiarity. He stared at the great star, scrutinizing it, as the life fluctuation emanated from within the sun.

"It's the Fire Spirit, Cang Yan!"

He would never forget this terrifying Sacred Spirit, which had almost become a Quasi-Emperor. Back then, at Dayue Slope, it had battled the Old Lunatic in a true clash of dragons and tigers. The sun and moon dimmed, and mountains and rivers lost their color.

This was undoubtedly one of the most fearsome Sacred Spirits; at least, few could suppress it in this part of the starry sky.

Upon arriving, Qi Tian unexpectedly sensed this fluctuation and was immediately overjoyed. He shouted, "Fellow Daoist, save me!"

Two blazing beams of light shot out from the solar star, which were two gazes. They stared at the Emperor Artifact in Ye Fan's hand, and after sensing that Ye Fan could wield it, they instantly dimmed.

Moreover, Cang Yan's aura vanished, and its supreme fluctuations receded.

Qi Tian cried out and charged directly into the solar star, not caring about anything else. At this moment, whether friend or foe, anyone powerful was his target for help.

Ye Fan pursued him inside but did not sense Cang Yan's aura. Clearly, the Fire Spirit had sensed danger and left, choosing not to fight! Ye Fan did not destroy the star but passed directly through it.

"I have a premonition that this will be an unparalleled formidable enemy. The scriptures left by the Sacred Spirit Ancient Ancestor during the battle at Dayue Slope, which can make incomplete Sacred Spirits reach grand completion, most likely fell into Cang Yan's hands!" Ye Fan looked back, cast one last glance at the place, and then departed.

Qi Tian rushed into the ancient domain of the Luminaries, as that clan possessed an Emperor Artifact—the Soul Refining Cauldron.

"Let's end it here," Ye Fan said. Qi Tian had lost his value; after purging his accomplices on the Human Ancient Road, there was no need for further pursuit.

Now, Qi Tian wanted to draw powerful foreign enemies to Ye Fan, hoping to use the might of their Emperor Artifacts to eliminate him.

With a "thud," a head rolled. Qi Tian's headless body continued to rush forward for hundreds of thousands of feet before finally exploding into scattered crimson mist. As for the head, its face was filled with horror, reluctance, and despair, ultimately dissolving inch by inch into a bloody mist.

"This time, in the end, I couldn't escape..." For some reason, he thought again of that exceptional talent from five millennia ago; this time, he did not escape.

"Whoosh!"

The dark red immortal sword glowed, drawing Qi Tian's last wisp of primary soul consciousness, imprinting it onto the sword's patterns, and refining it into primal killing intent.

"Ah, no!" Qi Tian would rather die than endure this outcome. However, his wish was not granted; his primary soul transformed into light, merged into the sword's body, and became a wisp of energy.

Ye Fan shook his sword, releasing the unrefined primary soul of the Silverblood Great Saint to observe its true origin. He felt that this race's bloodline possessed vigorous divine power, surpassing other races, indicating it was no small matter, and it also felt somewhat familiar.

"An ancient race, from the lineage of the Silverblood Twin Emperors!"

Ye Fan was surprised; it was indeed this race—the Silverblood Twin Emperors, groomed by the Black Emperor, whose ancestors had astonishing origins. This race was known as uncrowned emperors.

Although they had never produced an Ancient Emperor, they were definitely at the peak, with Great Saints emerging in every generation without interruption. This could only be described as a miracle.

It was rumored that at their strongest, this race entered the Divine Ruins, resulting in their entire clan's demise. However, it seemed this was not the case, as they still existed in the starry sky.

"Perhaps only a branch on Beidou was wiped out. In the starry sky's ancestral land, the Silverblood lineage still exists, only later sealed by the Ruthless Emperor."

The strength of this clan was beyond doubt; otherwise, why would the Ruthless Emperor need to seal them? This alone indicated their power.

Falling flowers danced, and a delicate fragrance permeated the air, but each petal was stained with blood, scattering across the starry sky. Amidst the tranquility, there was a scent of blood.

This was the final checkpoint of the Human Ancient Road, now in ruins, nothing remaining. It had been shattered by Ye Fan's enraged sword, becoming a historical relic.

At this moment, Ye Fan returned, and many onlookers were still present. They had been saved when the city was destroyed and had not dispersed since.

Ye Fan conjured a meteorite, raised his hand to carve it, and forged a new ancient city. He laid down array patterns, allowing it to be re-established here. Then, he turned and left.

This was merely symbolic, proving he had been there and restored the ancient city, rather than truly defying the Human Ancient Road.

Daoist Tiangang swiftly recorded this scene, writing a line of text on a jade tablet.

The Human Ancient Road was abuzz; in the following days, everyone was talking about it. Ye Fan's furious splitting of the final city and the bloody purge of the ancient road profoundly shocked the world.

Ye Fan went to the Liu family. With a single swing of his sword, the heads of several key figures fell to the ground. Afterwards, he pursued and eliminated three leaders who had fled.

This was a devastating blow to the Liu family. Although Ye Fan did not indiscriminately kill the innocent, preserving the bloodline of other clan members, they never recovered and began to decline.

"Qi Tian, unworthy of being a protector, colluded with the Liu family and foreign races, harmed Human elite, and caused chaos on the ancient road. He has now been brought to justice and received his just deserts..."

Several Human Protectors appeared together, announcing the crimes of Great Saint Qi Tian. The news spread across the ancient road, causing an uproar in every ancient city.

Qi Tian's lineage was also eradicated. In the following days, the Human Ancient Road was turbulent and boisterous.

Ye Fan's name resounded throughout the starry sky; he had no rivals on this road.

Many years later, his name was still spoken of on this road. Both the natives and subsequent trial-takers would blanch at the mention of Ye Fan, and his achievements shocked all regions.

The final city, after half a year, had once again grown grand and magnificent. Several Human Protectors appeared, rebuilding it and laying down array patterns according to the ancient city's blueprints.

Ye Fan returned, naturally causing a great stir.

Now, his name was circulating everywhere, even spreading to other ancient domains. To slay four Great Saints in a single day—such an achievement was enough to shake the cosmos.

Although half a year had passed, the events of the past were still vivid in everyone's minds. Seeing Ye Fan return, everyone's hearts pounded.

Such shocking and audacious madmen throughout history either perished into dust or became Great Emperors; none were mediocre. What about this man, as a Sacred Body, how far could he ascend to dominance?

Daoist Tiangang reappeared, once again beginning his records.

"The young friend is here again..." This statement from the Human Great Saint left everyone speechless.

Although several Great Saints had already proclaimed to the world, Ye Fan's bloody purge of the ancient road was indeed true. Wherever he appeared, he was destined to draw strange looks.

"I'm here to ask how to enter the final true path," Ye Fan directly stated his intention. A person who had slain four Great Saints consecutively was certainly qualified to know where to proceed next.

He departed, and subsequent trial-takers, one hero after another, were all shaken. Whenever someone arrived before the final city, they couldn't help but "talk of old times," referring to all his "traces" and "glory."

Ye Fan, who had awed the Human Ancient Road, finally reached its end, his glorious journey concluding, leaving behind endless legends.

Like a fish leaping out of water, ascending a waterfall, and climbing a peak, this was a leap. Ye Fan and his companions used the Human Ancient Road as a springboard to enter the ultimate land.

A majestic pass stood tall, wreathed in primordial chaos, its marks unerasable by the passage of time.

The majestic pass was nameless, but the names of the Human Emperor, Amitābha, the Ruthless Emperor, the Void Emperor, the Wushi Emperor, the Azure Emperor, and others were carved on its pillars, which spoke volumes!