Chapter 1555: Wind Never Stops

Chapter 1559: The Wind Does Not Cease

Everyone was stunned, their pores chilling rapidly as if cold air was pouring in, instantly freezing them from head to toe.

What kind of scene was this? Blood flowed like rivers on the ground, millions of corpses lay scattered, battles raged until mountains and rivers crumbled, suns, moons, and stars fell one after another, and the Imperial formation patterns were erased.

In the center, only a blurry figure remained, radiating an intense light, as if ascending to immortality, beyond anyone's sight.

Ancient Saint Emperors were suspected to have participated in the battle, but ultimately, all of them fell into pools of blood. Only one individual ascended to immortality on that ancient battlefield, shaking the mortal world to its core.

What was happening? Who was that person?

Not only the crowd, but even An Pu and Shen Ming stared wide-eyed, their gazes filled with disbelief. This was utterly subversive, sending shivers down their spines.

Innumerable corpses lay fallen. Even if those who fell were not Ancient Emperors, they were the most powerful Quasi-Emperors, just a step away from reaching the level of a Supreme Exalted, yet all of them lay dead in pools of blood.

This further highlighted that individual's power – unrivaled, dominating all ages, accompanied by the light of immortal ascension.

Everyone's gaze towards Little Nannan changed, filled with horror, awe, and hope. It was too extraordinary; why would such a scene appear behind a mere little girl?

In the center of the arena, Shen You screamed, clutching his head. Moments earlier, he had unleashed a killing intent that dominated the nine heavens, chilling and terrifying even Patriarchs. That was his true primordial aura.

However, as that immense pressure surged forward, Little Nannan's body emitted a serene light, manifesting this extraordinary phenomenon, which was beyond everyone's expectation.

Shen You seemed to be in extreme pain, trembling even more when facing Little Nannan's light of immortal ascension. His supreme primordial power was enough to defy the world, but in comparison, it appeared incredibly weak.

He trembled all over, retreating step by step, then screamed, clutching his head, shaking the heavens until they shattered. Clouds within several hundred miles disintegrated.

This sight made people even more unnerved. This child was indeed an Imperial Son, worthy of being Shen Ming's elder brother, problematic yet still terrifyingly formidable.

Finally, Shen You went mad, crying hysterically as he backed away. It was a primal fear, as if he had witnessed the most horrifying thing in all eternity.

“I concede!” Shen Ming shouted loudly.

This was his elder brother; he couldn't treat him like a child who needed tempering. With respect and regret in his heart, he quickly brought him back.

However, at this moment, Shen Ming hadn't even touched Little Nannan's serene light; he only approached slightly. He felt as if he was being crushed by an ancient mountain, almost unable to breathe.

Shen Ming was shocked, utterly disbelieving all of it. Who was this little girl? How could she possess such power? Such strength shouldn't be hers!

Without a word, he quickly retreated with his brother, only letting out a long breath once they were far from the auspicious light. He had almost been unable to bear it.

It was too shocking!

Never before had Shen Ming felt such continuous terror as he did today. A divine child was already heaven-defying enough, but now a little girl had appeared, and her display was almost beyond comprehension.

Everyone's hair stood on end, filled with shock and awe. Only Little Nannan in the arena remained innocently bewildered, unaware of the terrifying scenes behind her, watching the screaming Shen You with confusion.

The little girl was innocent, knowing nothing as she faced the crowd's scrutiny and the fear of the powerful figures. Her large eyes, like black gemstones, turned to Ye Fan for help.

“It's alright,” Ye Fan said, though shaken internally, maintaining a smile to comfort the little girl and prevent her from feeling overwhelmed.

The light behind Little Nannan receded, and all the various scenes vanished, no longer appearing.

“The more powerful one is, the less they can harm her...” The Black Emperor muttered softly, staring at the fading scene, highly confident in his deduction.

Only then did Ye Fan walk over, take the little girl's hand, and lead her out of the center of the arena, allowing her to gradually calm down.

“Stay away! I give up!” the Divine Child cried out, his voice choked with sobs.

He never submitted to anyone; he argued with Ye Fan and challenged the Black Emperor even when “disciplined” by it. Yet, he was intimidated by Little Nannan alone.

Everyone was even more astonished. How could these children be more heaven-defying than the last? Born as Saints, they had beaten down the descendants of forbidden zone Supremes, and now one was almost crying from fear of a little girl. Was there any justice left?

What was most astonishing was that the little girl herself was innocently unaware, which left others trembling and utterly speechless, unable to find any fault.

“Admit defeat, your brother was scared to tears,” the Black Emperor said.

These words were quite unpleasant to hear, but they were a fact. Shen You was still crying, his mind somewhat disoriented, and had not yet recovered. For an Imperial Son who once dominated the world and ruled the eight directions to be in such a state was truly astonishing and unprecedented.

An Pu sighed deeply, saying, “In this world, there are always existences and powers that we cannot comprehend. It has always been so, in ancient times and in the past, inspiring awe!”

His words prompted deep thought: had similar incomprehensible divine occurrences happened in ancient times as well?

“Is such an existence a reminder to the Supremes of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands that they still have enemies?” Shen Ming also murmured to himself. Today, he was utterly convinced.

Not because of the Divine Child, but entirely because of Little Nannan's display.

No one had expected a mere little girl to possess such latent power. Even the White-Clothed Divine King, the Saint Emperor's Son, Ji Zi, and others showed thoughtful expressions.

A crisp sound interrupted people's thoughts. Shen Ming slapped himself directly, not out of anger or turning hostile. This sound astonished many.

“I retract my previous words,” he stated clearly, without any hesitation. “Here, I apologize to Divine King Jiang and to you. Congratulations on your great joy! For the next ten years, I will keep a wide berth from you. Wherever you are, I will automatically make way.”

The crowd erupted in an uproar. They hadn't expected him to truly uphold his promise. For such an arrogant person to humble himself to this extent was surprising.

Then, Shen Ming turned and left with the three children without a moment's delay. He showed no sign of dejection, remaining tall and awe-inspiring, his forceful demeanor unchanged. Wherever his gaze fell, people retreated.

As he departed, someone scoffed in the shadows, “What 'Forbidden Zone of Life'? It's just a joke. They couldn't even enter the Ji Family's gate. They were stopped outside and slapped. If they were strong enough, they should have stormed in, causing rivers of blood and millions of corpses. Only then would they be worthy of being the offspring of Supremes!”

The voice was so abrupt, startling everyone. Who dared to speak like that? Were they tired of living?

However, despite searching, no one could locate the source of the voice or discern its direction. This person possessed a mystical art and had used a secret treasure, which allowed them to remain hidden.

Their intentions were malicious. Clearly, this was not an honorable person. Maliciously attacking Shen Ming was merely intended to deepen his shame, prompting him to retaliate against Ye Fan and the Ji Family later.

“Get out here!” the Black Dog barked sharply.

Simultaneously, Ye Fan, the Saint Emperor's Son, Ji Zi, Dongfang Ye, and others also searched, determined to find the hidden individual.

Shen Ming's gaze became even colder as he swept his eyes over everyone.

“What, am I wrong? As a descendant of an ancient Supreme, if you dare not slaughter millions of corpses, how can you claim supremacy...?”

With a soft 'ding', the White-Clothed Divine King flicked his finger. Though he held no zither, the sublime sound of the Divine Overture manifested, stirring the universe, tracing back to the source, and directly extending into a group of people.

Bang!

A magical artifact exploded there; a Great Saint-grade protective item turned into dust, and another secret treasure used to conceal divine sense and whereabouts also directly shattered into fragments, exposing the person.

“A mere clown!” Shen Ming sneered, directly extending a large black hand that descended like a dark cloud, grabbing the person, then crushing them until their bones fractured and muscles tore, instantly reducing them to a bloody mist.

He killed this early-stage Great Saint, a truly formidable Patriarch-level figure, without even a question. It was a direct execution.

“If you have the strength, you can stand out and be as direct as I am. If you lack the power yet still try to cause trouble in the shadows and gossip, you are simply seeking death!” Shen Ming said coldly, then turned and vanished from sight.

A Patriarch-level figure from outside the realm had fallen, yet the Imperial Son from the forbidden zone didn't even consider it significant, dismissing it with disdain, not even bothering to inquire.

“Congratulations, Brother Ye, may you grow old together,” An Pu said, his handsome face pale with a touch of sickness. Yet, no one dared to underestimate him; moments earlier, he had unleashed an aura that made suns, moons, and stars tremble.

With a gentle smile, An Pu, after offering his congratulations, stated seriously, “Let us part ways here. From today forward, should we meet again, you and I shall be enemies, until death!”

Everyone was stunned. One moment he was congratulating, the next he was so serious and contradictory, causing hearts to tremble.

This was definitely a powerful individual, a peerless prodigy of his generation!

Ye Fan clasped his hands in salute. He had a good impression of An Pu. If An Pu hadn't intervened earlier, there would surely have been a life-or-death battle with Shen Ming today, a bloody conflict. That would have been quite out of place on such a joyous occasion.

An Pu didn't linger, turning and leaving.

The engagement ceremony continued. Everyone welcomed the White-Clothed Divine King into the Ji Family, and numerous guests arrived, all passing through the magnificent main gate.

“Holy Master Yaoguang, Weiwei, has arrived!”

“Holy Master Fenghuang of the Feng Clan has arrived!”

“The Imperial Lord of Guhua's carriage has arrived!”

With each loud announcement, one after another, the Masters of Holy Lands arrived to attend the engagement ceremony, creating a grand and astonishing spectacle.

Later, countless Saints from outside the realm also entered the Ji Family.

The Void Lineage had no fear; with Imperial patterns present, there was no need to worry how many people came. As long as they dared to enter and cause trouble, they could all be suppressed. This was the confidence of a family that had produced a Great Emperor.

Yet, even against this backdrop, someone entered the Ji Family, still quite arrogant, lacking respect, let alone fear. A Great Saint stepped forward, apparently just to deliver a letter, their voice icily cold.

“Ye Fan, come out and open this letter yourself!”

The letter shimmered with a radiant glow, and a wisp of Imperial might emanated from it, astonishing everyone!

Who was this? The letter they wrote possessed such a terrifying aura, emitting wisps of Imperial might. Although it was a peaceful aura with no murderous intent, it was still profoundly intimidating!