Chapter 1646: God Clan

“Cheng Dao, you’ve considered your parents, but haven’t you thought about your aunt, your uncle, or us? Filial piety is paramount among all virtues; you must be considerate of everyone.” The Black Emperor was quite underhanded. His meaning was obvious: since he had already beaten the Divine Venerable in Ji Haoyue's name, he could certainly do it again in the names of Ji Ziyue and their group.

Xin Lan’s almond-shaped eyes were wide with indignation, her slender, delicate waist trembling. Her exquisite face was filled with anger. “How could anyone teach a child like this, instigating a nephew to hit his uncle? This dog is truly unscrupulous!”

“Cough, forget it,” Pang Bo interjected, trying to smooth things over. “No matter what, he’s still Cheng Dao’s mother’s brother.”

But seeing Ji Chengdao’s eager expression, the Divine Venerable’s mouth twitched. Xin Lan pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling a sense of helplessness. It was clear how little interest the child had in the Divine Race.

“He is your great-uncle,” Xin Lan emphasized.

“But he locked up my mother and caused my father three hundred years of despair! This punch is for my aunt; she was unhappy too!”

With a *bang*, the child, after his eager anticipation, finally couldn’t hold back. He delivered another punch, this time in the name of Ji Ziyue. The Divine Venerable’s right eye socket immediately turned black and swelled up like a dark peach.

Many people in Emperor Pass were petrified, wanting to laugh but not daring. Alas, the Divine Venerable! His lifelong prestige had been undone by three punches from his nephew. How could he maintain an air of majesty with such prominent panda eyes?

“No matter how strong an uncle is, a nephew can knock him down with three punches!” the Black Emperor cackled loudly.

Even if the nine divine beasts, such as the flood dragon and roc, that the Divine Venerable had subdued were summoned to pull his chariot together, they could not display his divine might—at least not at this moment.

The Divine Venerable departed with a dark expression. The atmosphere in Emperor Pass grew tense; everyone watched, wondering what Ye Fan would do.

In fact, Ye Fan did nothing. He merely circled Emperor Pass without stopping. He departed directly once more, his main purpose for this visit being his disciples and old acquaintances.

At this point, was there still a need to continue through Emperor Pass? Did it still hold the meaning of invincibility? After Ye Fan’s departure, everyone felt a great headache.

First, the Black Emperor’s antics, with a few basins of foot-washing tea, caused chaos on the Only True Path. Then, Ye Fan’s powerful return, sweeping away the young kings of various races, instantly dulled the brilliance of this path.

However, Ye Tong and Yang Xi remained. Both felt that they should see things through to the end and continue the journey. At the very least, the trials set up in the nine Emperor Passes and the ancient battlefields were excellent places for them to hone themselves.

There were also quite a few people with similar goals, especially those with youthful faces who felt they had immense room for growth. They still harbored lofty ambitions and came rushing forward, one after another.

The gates of this path remained open to all races, with top-tier heroes arriving daily.

Di Tian, Great Demonic God, Qing Shi Fairy, and others all departed. Almost all those from Ye Fan’s era withdrew dejectedly after witnessing his battle prowess.

In the following years, Ye Fan became a legend here, a formidable figure who almost single-handedly overturned the entire ancient path. He became the target for other supreme experts on this path to defeat and surpass.

Ye Fan briefly detoured to the Immortal Ascension Battlefield to visit Bai Ye, leaving the diligent young man with several cultivation techniques and necessary resources for practice.

Starlight shone brightly. Ye Fan and his group set off, having already obtained the coordinates from Xin Lan, heading directly for the ancient star of the Divine Race.

On the way, Ji Chengdao was extremely excited and agitated. He was finally going to see his mother, and tears welled up in his eyes. The loving face in his memory had never faded, even though he was only a few years old when they parted.

This was a gentle and beautiful starry sky, with twinkling starlight and soft silver mist swirling about. It was peaceful and serene, tranquil and vibrant.

They arrived at the Divine Race’s dwelling place, a star that was neither large nor small, with a vibrant life force soaring directly into the cosmos. It was a rare pure land.

Silver moons orbited, showering down light rain. Luan birds, one after another, danced under the moonlight, their slender, beautiful forms adding to the mystery of this paradise.

Ye Fan and his group arrived, descending onto the ancient star.

The land was vibrant with life. The trees were quite unique, possessing an aesthetic beauty. The patch of forest before them shimmered with blue light, as if carved from blue crystal.

Further on, there was a forest like purple diamonds, with all sorts of vegetation sparkling and glistening, beautiful like works of art.

“Who dares to trespass upon my Divine Race’s ancestral star?”

A powerful divine sense probed them, followed by the appearance of an old man dressed in feather robes, possessing an ethereal, immortal demeanor. This was an ancient sage, emanating an otherworldly aura.

Ye Fan and the others were surprised. This ancient land of the Divine Race was indeed extraordinary; anyone they met was a master. In just an instant, more than a dozen considerable fluctuations appeared in the area.

“We are here for Xin Yue, and this is her child. Today, we intend for them to be reunited,” Pang Bo stated directly. He believed Xin Lan would have certainly informed them upon her return.

Instantly, more than a dozen figures appeared, blocking their path. All were powerful; the men were heroic, and the women were beautiful and captivating. Beauty and strength were prominent characteristics of the Divine Race.

“So it’s you. We cannot stop you; pass through,” the old man said calmly, gesturing for the younger generation to retreat.

This was a very small village, with only about a dozen households, yet almost every household could produce an overwhelmingly powerful master. This astonished Ye Fan, the Black Emperor, and the others.

Truly worthy of being the Divine Race; everyone possessed heaven-defying abilities, with astonishing strength that defied common sense, leaving other races in disbelief.

“Just think about it, everyone is a Divine Body; that’s truly heaven-defying!”

Although this statement was somewhat exaggerated, it was close to the truth. Even if not all members of the Divine Race were exceptionally strong, their average cultivation level far surpassed that of other races.

Their only constraint was their population size, which was extremely small. The entire Divine Race numbered less than thirty thousand, a staggering figure.

Moreover, many among these thirty thousand had impure bloodlines; true powerhouses with immaculate divine blood numbered only about two thousand. Such a scarcity of people was appalling.

They hurried along, arriving at an ancient land where several towering mountains pierced the clouds. Each was enveloped in auspicious mist, and various divine trees and rare herbs grew there.

Particularly striking was a broken ancient mountain, like a volcano, hollow within, spewing forth mist and colorful shimmering light, exceedingly dazzling.

“Holy Body Ye Fan, you’ve really come!” someone shouted. This was a vital area of the Divine Race, and as soon as they approached, dozens of people flew out to block their path.

Purple ethereal orchids were rooted in the void, exuding a constant, subtle fragrance.

Flaming Phoenix Trees were rooted in the underground magma, stubbornly drawing their branches across the earth, their coiling flames resembling dancing phoenixes.

Cloud Dragon Vines, born in the clouds, cascaded down from the sky like diving azure dragons, exuding an extraordinary aura.

In this place, all sorts of flora were peculiar, dreamlike, beautiful, and astonishing—a truly wondrous world.

“Since you know who we are and why we’ve come, let’s cut the chatter. Release the person!” the Black Emperor snarled.

“Very well, defeat us, break through the ancient passes of our Divine Race, and you may take the person with you!” a middle-aged man replied.

“How old-fashioned! What era is this, to still employ such tactics? Don’t blame us if we accidentally blow up this star; you’ll have no one but yourself to cry to,” sneered the Black Emperor.

There was nothing more to say. It directly unleashed the blood axe, while Pang Bo sent out the reassembled purple-gold gourd. Although it was a damaged quasi-Emperor weapon, it still possessed astonishing power.

How could these people resist? Their faces turned pale, and they decisively retreated. Even as Divine Race members, even with their outstanding talent, facing quasi-Emperor level might left them weak-kneed.

Ye Fan and his group advanced with irresistible force, the Black Emperor leading the charge. Along the way, they encountered numerous formations, all of which it deciphered and broke, making their progress unstoppable.

“Mother, I’ve grown up, and I’ve come to rescue you!” Tears streamed from Ji Chengdao’s eyes.

Finally, they arrived before several massive mountains. They were not far from the central broken mountain, but upon reaching this point, they felt immense pressure, making movement difficult.

A grand formation blocked their path, with runes appearing densely across the sky and ground as soon as they arrived. Chaotic energy emerged, and divine waterfalls cascaded from the heavens—rivers of divine power flowing.

“What a powerful formation!”

This was an astounding divine formation left by the Divine Lord of old, protecting the ancient land of the Divine Race. It was incredibly powerful and unassailable from the outside.

The Divine Race activated this formation to block Ye Fan’s path, and several Divine Elders stood on the giant peaks, looking towards them.

Even the Black Emperor furrowed its brows. This was either a flawless supreme quasi-Emperor formation or an incomplete ancient Emperor array pattern, giving it a headache and requiring time to ponder; it would be very difficult to break.

“I’ll go in myself,” Ye Fan decided, unwilling to let the others risk it. As a quasi-Emperor, he could withstand dangers even if they arose.

“This isn’t some half-baked formation from the Divine Court; this was laid down by the Divine Lord, and it’s terrifying. This Emperor will accompany you for this journey,” said the Black Emperor.

“No need. My Source Heaven Array patterns weren’t comprehended in vain; I also understand how to break it.” Ye Fan entered the formation alone. The stars shifted, and the heavens and earth utterly transformed. Burning great stars flew towards him one after another, as if the universe itself was shattering, all crashing into him.

Everyone was astonished; that place had become a world unto itself. Heaven and Earth were created, chaos spread, and stars were annihilated, an unstoppable force.

Ye Fan wielded the Heavenly Emperor Fist, powerfully resisting, advancing step by step without faltering.

A strike from the Divine Lord, spanning vast eons, bisected the cosmos and blocked his path. An ocean of divine power appeared there, causing Ye Fan’s body to tremble violently; he dared not act rashly.

He was trapped for three days, eventually finding a way out and crossing through.

*Buzz!*

One hundred thousand divine swords crisscrossed, tearing apart that world.

If there had been a path of survival moments before, now it was a dead end. No one could pass by brute force unless they could block the Divine Lord’s sword light.

The Black Emperor’s expression changed. The way of formations typically left a path of survival even in desperate situations. Formations as absolute as this were rare and exceedingly perilous, causing even its heart to pound.

“The Divine Lord’s weapon is presiding within; if such a supreme artifact were to strike, even a quasi-Emperor body couldn’t withstand it,” the Black Emperor said, uneasy.

Facing the onslaught of one hundred thousand divine swords, Ye Fan did not retreat. He pressed forward courageously, drawing a greenish light in his hand. No powerful energy burst forth, nor were there violent fluctuations, yet it blocked the sky-filling sword light!

Chaotic energy spread from his hand, and a green lotus with only three leaves trembled as it met the sword light, embodying the true meaning of ‘Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things!’

“The Green Emperor, it’s the Green Emperor!”

Inside the broken mountain of the Divine Race, within an ancient cave, an elder who had lived for an unknown countless time suddenly opened eyes that had not opened in thousands of years, emitting two startling beams of light that pierced through the void.