Chapter 1509: Emperor's Blood Ignites

A demonic light lay across the scorched earth. More precisely, it resembled a flame, dark red with a black sheen. It looked sinister, its immense terror warping the very void.

Within the light and flames, one humanoid figure after another writhed and twisted, emitting an intense glow and resisting in furious defiance.

What kind of creatures were these? Unextinguished through countless eons, existing since ancient times, still alive today? The thought was truly unsettling.

Without a doubt, this demonic light had persisted since ancient times, never extinguishing. For tens of thousands of years, these humanoid beings had been continuously bound here, struggling and roaring—a truly shocking sight.

Even Ye Fan was stunned. What kind of beings could live for such an immense duration? At this point, the answer seemed to be only one—Immortals!

It was no wonder the Grand Saints who first arrived here cried out in surprise, suspecting they were Immortals who had met with calamity.

"Are Immortals truly in this world? Have they been bound? What level of cultivation would it take to achieve that?" The Porcelain Doll and a few young people asked, their voices trembling.

If not for standing within Ye Fan's Golden Sacred Domain, they would have been unable to bear such pressure, their bodies surely exploding long ago. Even ordinary Saints would crack before the demonic light; only Grand Saints could appear here.

"What do you think, fellow Daoist?" Grand Saint Huntuo asked Ye Fan.

He was as before; time had not etched many marks on his face. He looked very ordinary, dressed casually, much like an old human farmer, possessing an unpretentious demeanor.

"Naturally, they are not Immortals," Ye Fan said.

On this side of the battlefield, there were sixty Grand Saints, including old patriarchs of ancient clans and several from beyond the domain. They were currently the most peak existences in Big Dipper, capable of overlooking all beings.

Regarding Ye Fan's arrival, they showed neither hostility nor goodwill; all were indifferent, standing apart.

People of such standing naturally did not need to humble themselves; their every action could be based on their true feelings. Moreover, they possessed such power. Knowing Ye Fan had an Imperial Artifact, they understood he should not be provoked, so long as they didn't incite him, it would be fine.

Upon hearing Ye Fan's conclusion, almost everyone nodded. Except for those who had just arrived and were unaware of the situation, anyone who had observed carefully for a long time would naturally not believe those were Immortals.

If an Emperor were to become enraged, heaven and earth would collapse, all living beings would perish, and everything would be destroyed.

Let alone an Immortal. If several truly were bound here, struggling so furiously, it was likely that not only this scorched earth would explode, but even this minor world and the Central Province would be torn apart.

What was this, then? Everyone had their own answer in their hearts. Some believed it was a divine thought, an indomitable will, manifesting here.

Others thought it might be a remnant thought of a deity, imprisoned here by a special force.

Without a doubt, the latter conjecture was quite wild. Such malevolent spirits were generally only born from beings of the level of an Ancient Sovereign or Great Emperor; several of them together would be too astonishing.

Ye Fan searched carefully, observing intently, but did not find the divine remnant thought of the Undying Heavenly Sovereign from back then. He believed the former conjecture more.

"Roar..."

From the dark red light and flames came roars, shaking the Grand Saints so much that their vital energy surged and their bodies swayed. Ye Fan quickly thickened his Golden Sacred Domain to protect the young people.

"How powerful must this will be," everyone sighed. "After endless ages, worn down to its weakest state, yet still like this—it's truly appalling." These humanoid beings were terrifying; even if they were less than one ten-thousandth of their former strength, if they escaped, it would be enough to cause great trouble for the Grand Saints.

"This must be left by an Ancient Great Emperor," a Grand Saint from beyond the domain said, "otherwise, no one else could possess such powerful will imprints." He had twelve pairs of golden wings, his avian race unknown.

Everyone nodded. With residual fluctuations so strong, it could only be an ancient supreme being.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you think this dark red demonic light is?" Grand Saint Huntuo asked Ye Fan, treating him as an equal, with great seriousness and sincerity.

Recalling the past, such figures were high above, so powerful that even Saint Kings had to retreat, let alone Ye Fan, who had not yet become a Saint back then.

Now, everything was different. The little cultivator of yesteryear had grown to a point where even Grand Saints were wary, and everyone had to treat him cautiously and seriously.

"It looks like blood burning," Ye Fan said.

"Indeed, a few fellow Daoists and I also think so," Grand Saint Huntuo nodded, "we came specifically to verify it this time."

The Porcelain Doll and the other young ones all held their breath, standing behind Ye Fan, listening intently and not daring to interrupt the conversation of these powerful figures.

These were not people from their world, whom they could never normally encounter. Ye Fan bringing the Porcelain Doll and the others here to broaden their horizons was pure indulgence.

Huntuo took out a paper package. Upon opening it, it revealed black earth, emitting a chilling aura that caused the Grand Saints from beyond the domain to be astonished and involuntarily step back.

"Legend has it," Grand Saint Huntuo said, "this is formed from an Ancient Sovereign's blood spilled onto the earth, becoming what it is today after its essence dissipated." With a soft shout, a streak of energy shot out, pulling the earth into the demonic light ahead.

"Boom!"

The entire world trembled, heaven and earth seemed to collapse, and the dark red light and flames burned even more intensely.

However, near the black earth, an astonishing change occurred. It was subjected to immense repulsion, and the dark red light and flames actually liquefied, turning into wisps of blood mist. Its killing intent was horrifying and ancient.

This was the confrontation between the remnant blood of a Great Emperor-level powerhouse and the Ancient Sovereign's blood-earth!

Everyone involuntarily retreated, realizing that their speculation was correct: it truly was the blood of a Great Emperor-level being burning.

"So, these humanoid beings are indestructible imprints contained within the blood?"

"Yes, precisely."

Everyone sighed in awe. Ancient supreme beings were too powerful; even the fluctuations from their remnant blood were this terrifying. How terrifying would it be if their true form appeared?

"Does anyone wish to go inside and see for themselves?" Grand Saint Huntuo asked.

Everyone fell silent at once. For so many years, no one had been able to walk inside. This demonic light blocked the way, truly awe-inspiring. Who would dare risk it? They could only observe and deduce from the periphery.

"This time, I have borrowed an Imperial Artifact," Huntuo said. "This old man wishes to go investigate. Is there anyone willing to accompany me?"

As soon as he spoke, five or six Grand Saints instantly retreated far enough from him, as if avoiding a plague god, not wanting to get involved.

Over the years, the Grand Saints from beyond the domain had already thoroughly understood this world and had even analyzed some powerful figures.

They had characterized Huntuo as a bringer of misfortune. He could even cause several Grand Saints to die while trying to mediate a fight; such a person was either not deliberate or simply a born jinx.

In fact, looking at past cases, people believed he was the latter: a natural aura of tragic misfortune. Too much involvement with him would lead to serious problems.

Some had extensively searched ancient texts, saying this was a special kind of fate: born with dire misfortune, bad luck pressing down, but ultimately, it would fall upon others, thereby alleviating their own karmic burden.

Grand Saints naturally did not believe such things; the more powerful a cultivator, the more they believed in themselves. How could they believe such absurdities? Yet, they couldn't deny the continuous string of tragic events that occurred, so they naturally regarded him as a black crow.

Now that he held an Imperial Artifact, he was even more dangerous.

"It seems only you, young friend, and I are of the same path," Huntuo said, looking at Ye Fan.

Because only Ye Fan hadn't moved—everyone else had shifted eight hundred zhang away, and even several old patriarchs of the ancient clans ultimately kept their distance—Ye Fan was speechless for a moment.

The Porcelain Doll was almost in tears, pouting, and tugging hard at Ye Fan's sleeve, begging him not to agree. For so many years, even these children had heard of Huntuo's infamous past, stories that resonated like thunder.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Alright, I'm willing to go for it."

Upon hearing this, the Porcelain Doll and the others' faces turned pale. They truly didn't want to get too close to this jinx; even Grand Saints had seemingly been jinxed to death. Their little lives were even more delicate!

"Good," Huntuo said, "the demonic light over there has almost extinguished, we'll go from there."

Ye Fan walked behind him, keeping a certain distance. After all, this was an elder expert of an ancient clan, extremely powerful and with an Imperial Artifact in hand; he had to be wary.

Of course, he wasn't overly fearful; he himself also possessed an Imperial Artifact, so at worst, he could escape, with no need to be afraid.

On this side, the demonic light was indeed almost extinguished, with only faint clusters of flames flickering, yet they still blocked the path forward.

Having burned for hundreds of thousands, even millions of years, this blood had yet to dry up. This alone was enough to demonstrate its terror, and no one would be careless.

The Jinx Huntuo took out the Imperial Artifact. It was a dark cyan gourd, appearing as if grown from a real plant, rather than refined, and its mouth spewed out chaotic qi.

This was the ancestral artifact of the Primeval Lake, the renowned Imperial Armament of Primordial Emperor.

Huntuo held it, emitting a soft light, and stepped through the void towards the depths of the forbidden area, avoiding the flames and humanoid imprints.

Seeing this, Ye Fan took out the fragmented green bronze cauldron, suspending it above his head, and holding the Immortal Sword, he followed. The Porcelain Doll and the others were both nervous and expectant; Ye Fan cast a spell, transforming them all and holding them in his palm.

Behind them, all the Grand Saints' eyes gleamed with divine light, staring at the green bronze cauldron. This was the legendary Immortal Ascension Artifact, something left by the Heavenly Sovereign, and everyone coveted it.

However, no one dared to act rashly, because this was a formidable killer; even Mount Sumeru was almost flattened by him. Now, without absolute certainty, who would dare make a move?

The dark red light and flames were terrifying, possessing world-shaking destructive power. The green bronze cauldron was forced to glow; after all, it was Emperor's blood burning, even though most of its essence had dissipated.

Huntuo and Ye Fan, one after another, passed through this demonic light zone without major incident, about to exit the dark red light and flames, avoiding all humanoid imprints.

During this time, the Porcelain Doll whispered a reminder, "Uncle Ye, he can even cause people to die while mediating fights. If we go in like this with him, won't it be even more tragic? Everyone says he's the reincarnation of a jinx."

Although she was transmitting her thoughts with divine sense, Huntuo, being who he was, could completely perceive it. He turned back and revealed a kind smile: "Little one, you're quite cute, like a finely carved jade doll. You remind me of my former granddaughter. From now on, I will protect you in Big Dipper."

The Porcelain Doll's face instantly turned pale upon hearing this. Pouting, almost crying, she said, "I didn't hear anything, I heard nothing! Please don't talk to me!"

"Hehe..." Ye Fan chuckled again and again.

They safely traversed this area, arriving at the deepest part of the forbidden area. Immediately sensing an even more terrifying aura, at this moment, the green bronze cauldron shone brilliantly, many times brighter than before.

"This is..." Even Huntuo was shocked, his eyes wide.

"Is this the end?!" Ye Fan's entire body of golden blood boiled as he stared in shock at everything before him.