Chapter 1625: The Seven Heroes of the Turbulent Sky

Ye Fan is coming, poised to enter the Imperial Pass, an event that has captured everyone's attention. Three hundred years ago, he fought a supreme being to the death, and everyone believed he had perished. His reappearance alive is, in itself, the greatest miracle.

Regardless of what he gained or the hidden injuries from his battle with an ancient supreme being, the mere mystery of his survival is enough to warrant investigation. There must be an astonishing secret, and people are eager for the truth.

Now that he is arriving, even those who were previously unconcerned about him are beginning to pay close attention. This might involve a secret that excites them, making it worth their dedicated study.

A gate of light opened, and four figures emerged.

Ahead, the majestic city wall stood like a blood-red mountain range in the cosmos. It had been stained by the blood of true powerhouses, a color that had never faded.

This was the Imperial Pass. Although not the main gate, the bleakness of the blood spatters, which had bloomed and then rapidly cooled and fallen upon it, was incredibly intense. This gave it an atmosphere of grim solemnity, surpassing even the main gate.

There was even the aura of ancient Great Emperors!

This was surprising, even to Ye Fan, who slightly furrowed his brow. This was the blood spilled by young Great Emperors who had fought fiercely and suffered severe injuries here. Later, when some of them achieved Dao enlightenment, the heavens imbued a certain rule into the blood they had shed in their youth, imprinting it on the city wall, where it remained indestructible to this day.

This also made the Imperial Pass even more fortified, enduring for eons without ever collapsing.

There was more than one type of Emperor blood, a terrifying sight that inspired more awe the more one observed and pondered it.

Accompanied by his three disciples, Ye Fan arrived, ready to enter the blood-stained Imperial Pass. Here, he felt the profound and desolate accumulation of the river of time, an inexpressible sensation. So many heroes throughout history had passed through, leaving their names, fighting glorious battles, and ultimately being buried in the past.

"The Imperial Pass itself is an epic historical record," said Ye Tong. "It bears the marks of the strongest heroes throughout antiquity. Sages from all races and all eras across the myriad realms have come here. Their glory, their blood, and their battles have profoundly shaken this city."

Ye Fan arrived and stood before the Imperial Pass. The ancient gate slowly creaked open. At this moment, many were restless. People stood on magnificent buildings and blood-stained natural stone platforms, all gazing at the city gate.

Inside the city, countless individuals were present: the foremost figure of the Divine Race, a Lesser Supreme from the Insect Race, true god bloodlines from the Sacred Spirits, descendants of Ancient Emperors, and offspring of gods and devils...

They came from different starfields, all representing the pinnacle of power in this era!

Iron hooves thundered across the cosmos. It was as if a torrent of steel had suddenly surged forth, its battle-hardened killing intent instantly sweeping through the vast sky. A troop of iron cavalry charged forward, accompanied by shouts and beast roars, their momentum formidable.

They were fierce and exuded monstrous killing intent. Each ancient beast was clad in iron armor, its metallic sheen chilling. One could roughly guess their identities as primordial exotic beasts.

The riders astride them were grim and formidable, all wearing ghastly masks, each radiating a strong aura of death.

Clearly, they were here for Ye Fan, to block his entry and inflict the greatest humiliation upon him.

If he couldn't even enter the city gate, there would be no need for Ye Fan to walk this unique True Path. Even with his great accomplishments, being blocked outside the city in such a manner would inevitably become a lifelong regret, leaving an indelible stain of disgrace.

Competition on the Imperial Road hinged on strength.

It was an unsportsmanlike act, to say the least. After all, three hundred years ago, Ye Fan had accomplished so much, fighting until his last drop of blood. Now, upon arriving at the Imperial Pass, someone was audacious enough to try and humiliatingly drive him away.

This was no ordinary humiliation; it was clearly an act of extreme hatred, aiming to push him to a dead end.

Who were these people? Everyone wondered. Even figures like Yaoguang and Yin Tiande, who were expected to eventually fight Ye Fan, probably wouldn't act so unfeelingly and attack him at this moment.

Regardless of anything else, simply based on the fact that Ye Fan had barely survived the battle three hundred years ago, enduring his injuries to live until now, everyone should show him adequate respect. At the very least, they should allow him to enter the city out of common decency.

These people were going too far, showing no regard for decency. Their direct and blatant attempt to make Ye Fan lose face was a naked humiliation, disregarding all he had done and trampling his dignity.

Yang Xi erupted in rage, his blood boiling, the qi from his crown piercing the sky. Golden light emanated from his entire body; he seemed to be on fire, enraged for his master.

It had been confirmed, and everyone acknowledged Ye Fan's identity, yet he was still treated this way. Future confrontations on the battlefield for the Imperial Road were normal and inevitable, but preventing him from even entering the city gate now crossed the line of what could be tolerated.

"You have gone too far! Do you truly think my master can be bullied?!" Yang Xi's words were so chilling they could freeze three thousand miles, penetrating to the bone.

At this moment, the entire city fell silent. Everyone watched the city gate, observing everything, eager to see who dared to employ such aggressive tactics to prevent the Holy Body Ye Fan from entering the city.

In front of the city gate stood seven riders. Each one was terrifying, radiating an aura of blood and bone, as if they had climbed out of a pile of corpses, their deathly aura shocking.

One couldn't even sense life fluctuations from them; they seemed to be from the underworld, having died countless eons ago and now summoned back to this world.

"Those who will take your master's life!" one of the seven riders declared, his voice like two iron plates grinding together—sharp and grating, sending shivers down one's skin and causing discomfort throughout the body.

Mental will fluctuations emanated from his Immortal Platform, making it clear that they were not mere corpses; they bore the imprint of life.

"Your Buddhist Grandpa is furious today! Blocking my master's entry into the city is like digging up my ancestral grave! None of you will escape; I'll send you all to your salvation!" Hua Hua, for the first time, dropped his playful demeanor and declared in a rage.

"Buzz!"

The reply was a tremor across the cosmos. The leading rider, wielding a black greatsword, struck down, severing heaven and earth. Ancient runes flew out, manifestations of the supreme power of the Great Dao, aiming directly for Hua Hua's head.

The battle thus began, so abruptly!

"Buddhas for Ten Thousand Families!"

Hua Hua roared, infinite Buddhist light illuminating everything. One great Buddha after another appeared in the sky, all chanting scriptures. Numerous ancient incantations transformed into tangible runes, suppressing everything.

The area was instantly annihilated. The black greatsword in the hand of the leader horizontally cleaved the cosmos, splitting numerous ancient runes and piercing through the Buddhist light, blocking this great Buddhist divine ability.

Seven fierce beasts galloped, shattering the void, all rearing up on their hind legs and trampling towards Ye Tong, Hua Hua, Yang Xi, and the others. They acted with reckless abandon, while the powerful riders unleashed their strongest laws, swinging their weapons to reap their lives.

Ye Tong glowed, as if countless suns were blooming, illuminating the area with dazzling brilliance. He swung his fists, and one gigantic, sun-like orb of light after another flew out, exploding among the seven fierce beasts.

A shocking event occurred. With a wave of the black greatsword in the leader's hand, all the sun-like orbs were cleaved apart, destroyed with overwhelming force. His power was utterly supreme.

The seven riders stood abreast, charging forward. Enormous weapons—greatswords, halberds, iron spears—all descended. Their fierce aura was monstrous, terrifying the world.

They were incredibly powerful, causing all the heroes in the Imperial Pass to tense up. Even with their arrogance, they recognized how astonishingly formidable these seven individuals were; their combined strength seemed virtually invincible.

"Boom!"

At this moment, Yang Xi not only unleashed the Six Paths Samsara Fist but also manifested the peerless vision of the Holy Body. Light that seemed to cleave through eternity burst from his body, blocking the seven riders.

Hua Hua, meanwhile, chanted scriptures, his body covered in ancient incantations. He stood in the starry sky like a Buddha of the future, blessed by numerous Great Buddhas throughout history. Sacred and solemn, with not a trace of his former playfulness, his entire body glowed as immeasurable Buddhist scriptures transformed into Buddha hand seals, pressing forward.

Ye Tong also unleashed his most powerful attack. With his left hand, he manifested the nine Emperor characters from the Grand Yin Mother Scripture, and with his right, the nine ancient characters from the Solar Immortal Scripture. They erupted simultaneously, causing heaven and earth to collapse, ghosts to wail, and deities to howl, pressing forward to confront the seven demonic riders.

Everyone in the Imperial Pass was captivated. These were supreme martial arts; any single one could dominate the cosmos and stand unrivaled in its domain. To see them manifest simultaneously now deeply stirred everyone's nerves.

Ye Fan's three disciples were indeed defying the heavens; they had all risen to prominence. Their exceptional demeanor was awe-inspiring, unmatched in the human world!

Amidst the most terrifying light, a dreadful confrontation unfolded. Law fragments filled the sky, and divine chains of order pierced through all obstructions, crashing together to form a great storm.

In that place, blood splattered, iron armor shattered and flew, and figures were sent tumbling. Chaos reigned as the most intense collision occurred in that instant.

When the light subsided and the laws vanished, Ye Tong, Hua Hua, and Yang Xi were all covered in blood, having been forced back many steps. They bore terrible wounds from which dark light flowed, indicating they had suffered severe injuries.

They activated the "Executor" secret art and then decisively excised portions of their flesh to stop the wounds from worsening, rapidly recovering.

This was shocking. Who were they, that they had recently withstood the Overlord and killed the Fire Spirit, yet now were severely wounded? This was truly breathtaking.

How could this be? People had vaguely believed that when Ye Fan's three disciples were together, no one could harm them. They had not expected such a world-shaking and terrifying outcome.

On the other side, the seven demonic riders halted. They had not emerged unscathed either; three of them bore wounds, and from these injuries, black blood flowed.

"Black blood... They're bleeding black blood!" Someone trembled, feeling a surge of dread, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes as they realized their origin.

"These are legendary powerhouses personally summoned and resurrected from antiquity by the Lord of the Underworld; the black blood is proof!"

On their bodies, one special ancient rune after another appeared within their wounds, then healed their injuries, allowing them to recover instantly, no longer bleeding.

Someone on the city wall stared at the ancient runes, finally recognizing their origin, and gasped: "It's them! The Seven Tyrants of Chaotic Heaven!"

As this name was uttered, the Imperial Pass ceased to be calm. Many were astonished, their hearts greatly shaken. These were figures from the Desolate Ancient era, immensely powerful, sweeping through starfields with no equal.

In their time, they had also come here, a group of the most legendary figures who made the heroes of their era tremble.

These seven had left a significant mark in ancient history, renowned and even dazzlingly brilliant, overshadowing the deeds of countless others. This was because they had once engaged in their most glorious battles: the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor, in his youth, had suffered devastating defeats at their hands, multiple times, being driven to madness and despair.