Chapter 1507: Ancient Immortal Path

Chapter 1511: Ancient Immortal Road

The Road to Immortality? Ye Fan was deeply shaken. Even though he had suspected this place might be connected to immortals, he was still astonished to actually see such a road!

The old woman intended to reopen the old path, carve through the chaos, and restore this ancient land, bringing it back to its state before this small world collapsed. Undoubtedly, this was an arduous task. Chaos had destroyed everything here, leaving it desolate, and this pure land was completely cut off.

The Road to Immortality from millions of years ago, whether from the early Archaic Era or the end of the Mythological Age, was untraceable. Someone had attempted to breach the Immortal Realm from this location, causing this small world to rupture and creating the scene before them.

“Who were those people?” Names surfaced in Ye Fan's mind, one after another: Were they ancient Celestial Venerables, Celestial Court Emperors from the end of the Mythological Age, or perhaps the Undying Sovereign? Without a doubt, those who embarked on the Road to Immortality would be figures of unparalleled historical significance. It was unknown whether they had failed or succeeded. Given the appearance of this place, with Emperor-level formation patterns shattered and the Immortal Road itself broken, the events must have been exceptionally fierce.

“It has all become a thing of the past…” Ye Fan sighed softly.

To enter the Immortal Realm, one needed the right time, the right place, and strength potent enough to defy the heavens—none could be lacking! No one could truly determine where the Road to Immortality would open in this era. This place was merely an eternal ruin, bearing witness to the glory of predecessors and the desolation after their demise. All the old woman could do was cleave through the chaos, restore this former pure land, and uncover any clues left by the Immortal Road from millions of years ago. It was no longer possible to enter the Immortal Realm from here; with the passage of time, the location would naturally have shifted. Nevertheless, this place was undoubtedly a treasure trove, imbued with immortal light.

“The people of that era were peerless and invincible. They must have breached the Immortal Realm, otherwise immortal light would not have descended into this world,” the old woman stated. There was certainly reason to suspect that the Arctic immortal light was the spiritual energy of the Immortal Realm, indicating that someone had broken through the eternally unyielding barrier, allowing the aura of that world to surge forth. This immortal energy, or auspicious glow, had been sealed within the chaos. Over vast ages, a wisp would occasionally spill out, appearing in the outside world.

“This was a powerful individual who had glimpsed the Immortal Realm!” Ye Fan sighed softly. Xue Yueqing had also embarked on the Road to Immortality and broken through the barrier, but, old and frail, no longer possessing her youthful glory, she ultimately collapsed on the path and failed to enter that world. What about this person? Could they have met a similar fate, piercing the Immortal Realm only to bleed out on the path? This was highly probable, as this place was completely shattered, and even the Emperor-level formation patterns were almost entirely erased.

Ye Fan looked at Tu Fei and sighed. He knew it wasn't the right time; Tu Fei’s transformation was incomplete, and he was still undergoing metamorphosis, making him unsuitable to be taken away.

A violent spiritual consciousness fluctuation emanated. Tu Fei's body was immobile and he couldn't speak, sealed within profound ice, but his spiritual consciousness had awakened years ago and was now reviving, filled with immense excitement.

“Little Ye Zi… is that really you?!”

“It’s me. I came to see you,” Ye Fan whispered.

“I’m like a living dead person right now, I can’t move, I really want to get out!” Tu Fei's body was taken over by immortal light and had not been truly refined, so he still couldn't move.

“Just wait patiently. The day you emerge will come,” Ye Fan consoled.

“Where’s that dog that deserves a thousand cuts? I’m going to butcher it! That bastard, that unreliable scoundrel…” Tu Fei was brimming with resentment. Being a loudmouth by nature, he naturally couldn't control himself at this moment, unleashing a torrent of abuse, lambasting the Black Sovereign mercilessly.

“Which tastes better, roc meat or donkey meat?” Tu Fei’s thoughts couldn't be judged by normal standards. He had just been cursing the Black Sovereign, and his next thought was about food.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Fan asked.

“I’m hungry.”

Ye Fan: “…”

“How many of those Saintesses have you gotten your hands on? Don’t ruin them all! As your brother, I won’t allow it. Leave a few for me!” Besides his big mouth, Tu Fei also had thick nerves, quickly making another sudden turn in conversation that left Ye Fan speechless. After being trapped for so many years, this guy’s nature remained unchanged.

“Little Ye Zi, you’re no good! You haven’t even gotten Yao Xi, and you haven’t seen the Saintess of Jade Lake for over a hundred years! What a shameful waste!” The loudmouth began rambling again.

“You just woke up, can’t you worry a little less?!” Ye Fan felt a headache coming on.

“I want to drink Enlightenment Tea.”

“For crying out loud, can your thoughts be normal? Stop jumping around!”

“Does the Black Sovereign still wear floral shorts? Get him some dog skin ones instead!” Tu Fei’s thoughts drifted off again.

After his thoughts jumped around endlessly, he finally fell silent, becoming very quiet. After a long time, he whimpered, saying, “Liu Kou is dead…” He then burst into tears. This was his true emotional outpouring. The small bandits had sworn brotherhood, and Liu Kou was a brother with whom he had shared life and death. Yet, he hadn't even been able to send him off, feeling immense grief in his heart. Ye Fan understood that Tu Tian and the Old Undying had visited this place and informed Tu Fei of everything in the outside world, naturally leaving him with wounds and pain in his heart. After crying for a long time, Tu Fei finally calmed down and slowly conversed with Ye Fan, asking many questions, ultimately sighing with regret, wishing he could leave immediately.

The old woman had taken Tu Fei as her disciple and imparted the Immortal Nirvana Scripture to him. It was rumored that this was likely the lineage of an ancient Celestial Venerable, a cultivation method transcribed from a divine stele unearthed from underground. Tu Fei’s long years of slumber were also connected to this. This environment, this immortal light, combined with this cultivation method, was truly very suitable for him.

Finally, they discussed the Road to Immortality again. The old woman pointed out that the Immortal Mansion World in Central Plains must also have been a correct location in the past. It was even possible that someone had truly entered the Immortal Realm from there, because that world had not collapsed to this day, meaning the ancient path hadn't broken then.

“I want to go there and see what’s at its deepest point,” Ye Fan said. Limited by his strength back then, he couldn't delve deep and was stopped at the periphery. In that place, both the Undying Sovereign and the Great Sovereign had been buried; coffins remained, but no bodies. They had entered and exited that small world, suggesting their deaths might not have been real, but rather their journey to immortality.

Ye Fan stayed there for three days, discussing many past events, which caused Tu Fei's emotions to fluctuate intensely. He regretted not participating in events like killing the Sovereign Prince or venturing onto the Human Race's Ancient Road, wishing he could leave immediately. However, his cultivation method was too unique. After three days, he directly entered 'Nirvana,' falling back into slumber, becoming a living dead, and beginning a special cultivation journey.

Feather-like snowflakes fluttered down. Ye Fan bid farewell to Tu Fei and the old woman, left the ice plains, and braved the wind and snow, heading south. Finally, he returned to the Eastern Wasteland and entered the Green Flood Dragon King's small world. The Green Flood Dragon King had passed away before the world changed, and now the Peacock King and Red Dragon King presided here, leading the demon race, so no one dared to come and cause trouble.

A quiet mountain peak. Deep within a pine forest, there was a solitary grave. The mound wasn't very large, and a stone tablet stood there, inscribed with the name Qin Yao. A chilly wind blew, and fallen leaves drifted. Ye Fan felt a chill in his body. He stood silently before the grave, placing the flowers he held, and suddenly, white petals scattered all around the spot, creating a desolate scene. Ye Fan sat on the cold ground, remaining alone for a long time. What was there to say? Time had passed, and the person had returned to the earth, never to come back.

A cultivator's life. Not only must they experience many battles of life and death, but they must also face numerous separations and deaths of loved ones and friends. The stronger the cultivator, the more they would have to face in the future. The pine trees sighed mournfully. The place was desolate and lonely, with only this single grave, evoking sadness.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Fan finally stood up. The wind grew stronger, the pine trees rustling like sorrowful whimpers, as if weeping and lamenting. He merged with a gust of wind and rushed out of the Green Flood Dragon King's small world. He did not go to see Daoist Red Dragon or the Peacock King, wishing only to leave this place. He ran at full speed.

“Who scattered these flowers?” A woman appeared, none other than the former Jin Yan, now much more mature. Watching the disappearing gust of wind in the distance, she said, “Did that person come, Sister Qin Yao? The one you often thought about has come to see you. I heard he’s almost invincible now.”

“My brother Jin Yu is dead, and Brother Ku Zhu also died attempting to sever his Dao. Of the three of them, only Brother Bai Feng remains now. If we had a choice, how different would our paths have been?” Jin Yan left the mountain peak.

Ye Fan was now a person capable of slaying initial-stage Great Sages. His strength was exceedingly formidable, and he cultivated the 'Movement' character secret, possessing the fastest speed in the world. Even though the land's territory was vast, it was nothing to him given his current cultivation. He didn't use a formation platform, instead simply moving his legs, expending his abundant vital energy, and rushing towards Central Plains.

After an unknown period, he finally slowed down. He had already entered the Central Plains region, allowing his emotions to gradually settle. Rolling mountain ranges undulated like dormant horned dragons. Bursts of purple energy steamed upwards, resembling a land where immortals ascended, grand yet beautiful. This was the immortal mountain where the Qishi Manor was located, magnificent and vibrant.

Ye Fan walked directly to the mountain gate. Arriving here, he recalled many past events: how heroes had challenged the trials and entered the Qishi Manor based on their strength, while only he had remained outside, never entering, instead eating Qi Huoshui's mount, shooting down Yan Yunluan, and even confronting Wang Teng.

“Eh, who is this person? He looks a bit familiar.”

Although Qishi Manor had sent some exceptional talents into the starry sky, it had not closed and still gathered talents from the five regions. As soon as Ye Fan entered, he attracted the attention of some people, who turned their heads to look his way.

“He’s… Ye Fan, the Sacred Body!” Someone recognized him and cried out in surprise. Immediately, a commotion erupted within Qishi Manor. Many people emerged, looking in his direction. Ye Fan's reputation was now immense; he had almost flattened Mount Sumeru, not to mention other deeds. His appearance naturally caused a sensation.

“It’s really him! I heard he’s almost a Great Sage now, and he can even slay newly-advanced Great Sages. He’s been invincible throughout the Human Race’s Ancient Road and has returned to Beidou.”

Inside Qishi Manor, there were people from Ye Fan’s generation. Upon seeing him, they felt a bitter taste; their cultivation levels had fallen far behind his, as if they belonged to two different generations.

“Senior Ye, what is the Human Race’s Ancient Road like?” A spirited little girl ran over. She looked only twelve or thirteen, like a porcelain doll, and showed no fear of his formidable reputation.

“Senior, please tell us about things on the ancient road.” Other young people also gathered around. These were already the next generation, more than a hundred years younger than Ye Fan’s generation. Just like them back then, they were equally vibrant and energetic. However, the presence of twelve- or thirteen-year-old children among them still caused surprise; their aptitude must certainly be exceptional.

Ye Fan observed closely for a few moments and found that this porcelain-doll-like girl was similar to the young monk he had met at Luan Tuo Temple in Western Desert—her bones were excellent, and her talent was extraordinary, rarely seen in the world.

“Whose child are you?” Ye Fan asked with a gentle expression.

The porcelain doll was sweetly naive, and replied, “My mother and Senior Ye are old acquaintances.”