Chapter 1711: Blood Flowers Dotting

The two had been gone for a long time, and the battlefield remained silent. The emergence of these two magnificent figures overshadowed the entire world; their heroic spirit was truly immense. "I live, I laugh, I am free. I rage, I resent, I am supreme. When I came into this world, I had no choice, but when I die, it will be by my will, not by heaven's. I will conclude my life in utmost glory."

They were heading to the Forbidden Zone of Life, laughing heartily and showing no concern for the path ahead. Their faces were radiant, their demeanor unrestrained and casual, as they prepared to slay the Supremes. Everyone was stunned, speechless! How could such people exist? They ventured into the Forbidden Zone of Life as if taking a leisurely stroll, laughing and singing wildly, a bow on their back and an iron halberd in hand. They simply went off to war. There was no grand ceremony, no earth-shattering momentum; it was simply this. At the end of their destiny, in a blaze of brilliant fire, a radiance emerged that illuminated the entire ancient history of cultivation.

"Boom!"

From an unknown location, a powerful fluctuation emanated, like colossal waves crashing on the shore or meteorites streaking through the sky, shaking the entire universe. Fragments of space-time flew by. In a trance, people saw the limping horse transforming into a dragon. All its injuries and ailments were gone; its body became pure white, without a single stray hair, turning into an unparalleled celestial horse. Mounted on it, a silver-robed youth held a gleaming war halberd, pointing it towards the nine heavens, his spirit soaring and his dominance unparalleled.

On the Phoenix Nest, the Undying Heavenly Empress stood, her body swaying precariously. Her face was covered in tears that silently streamed down. Although the blurred image appeared only for an instant, she saw it clearly: it was the First Divine General from back then, peerlessly graceful and unmatched in the world. Wielding his war halberd alone, he tore through the nine heavens! But she knew that after today, she would never see that person again. That white-horse, silver-robed youth, that peerless prodigy, had embarked on his ultimate peak path, but he would never return, vanishing from the human world forever. "Haha..." In a trance, people once again heard the youth's hearty laughter, and then he entered the Underworld to slay the ancient Supremes. With his stone staff across the sky, his dominance was unparalleled, and a single flash of glory illuminated eternity!

It was unknown how much time had passed, but the people in this place remained silent.

"Ah..."

A particularly shrill scream rang out. Behind Ye Fan, space shattered as a spiritual war corpse, which had just emerged halfway, was shattered by his back-kick, a "scorpion's tail," without him even turning his head. Its grand dao laws and weapon fragments scattered in all directions. This was a Quasi-Emperor war corpse that had launched a sneak attack, and he dealt with it. "If you want to kill me, come openly. These methods are useless; even if you all attack together, it won't be enough!" Ye Fan smiled coldly, breaking the silence. He walked forward step by step, not fast, yet exuding immense pressure that made the sky tremble.

Boom, boom...

In the end, with every step Ye Fan took, large sections of the starry sky collapsed. The legions of Yin soldiers ahead suffered unimaginable damage; even with Quasi-Emperor corpses leading them, it was futile! Ye Fan held nothing back, his blood boiling throughout his body. A beam of light shot tens of thousands of miles into the sky from his skull. He glowed from head to toe, like a god walking out of ancient times, exuding an unimaginably terrifying aura. This was an invincible might; the fluctuations of one person's power overwhelmed the entire cosmos. For the Yin soldiers, this fierce power was fatal; they all ignited.

"Reincarnation!" roared the Yama Hall Master. A vast expanse of gray Yin energy flew over. The Six Paths of Reincarnation Gate shone together, flying towards Ye Fan, seeking to swallow him, send him into the Underworld, and cause his demise. The Yama Hall Master grew anxious. That youth from the Ancient Heavenly Court was too terrifying. He wanted to go back and send a message, lest the sleeping Nether Emperor truly encounter an accident. But how could he be allowed to have his way? Before Ye Fan even moved, a green lotus had already flown past, shattering the ancient void. It pulverized the Six Paths of Reincarnation Gate, and the gray mist dispersed. The Woodcutter Elder made his move. He held the Azure Emperor's weapon, and naturally, he would not stand by and watch the Yama Hall Master devastate this place. Containing and killing him was the task to be completed.

"Kill! The era of the Ancient Heavenly Court is long past! Protect our God, fight for him, and obliterate all of them!" "For past glory, restore the dignity of our Ancient Heavenly Court, wash away our shame, and slay the remnants of the Undying Heavenly Emperor!" The shouts of battle here shook the heavens. The war spread far, and all parts of the starry sky boiled as experts, numerous as a forest, charged wildly, and laws fell like rain. Even Great Sages would quickly be overwhelmed in such a battle. The myths of powerful figures could easily be shattered in this magnificent war, for all heroes stood side by side, with no weaklings among them, as they came from various supreme races. Only Quasi-Emperors could stand independently in the mortal world. Ye Tong's body radiated solar divine light as he battled the guard commander who emerged from the Phoenix Nest, a female Quasi-Emperor with terrifying cultivation. Xiao Song and Gu Xinao also joined forces to slay the powerful figures from the Underworld. The ancient corpses had astonishing origins; people occasionally exclaimed, recognizing them as supreme clan leaders from various generations. Yang Xi, Shan Huang, and others also charged through the masses, slaughtering in all directions and fiercely battling the heroes of the ancient races. The universe was truly vast. The Heavenly Emperor's Summoning Drum and the Emperor's War Horn this time had an incredibly wide reach, disturbing an unknown number of races, with many Quasi-Emperors crossing vast distances to arrive. For many years, there had never been a large-scale battle like this. This was absolutely the most tragic battle since the Dark Turmoil! Human lives were cheaper than grass. Masses of powerful figures fell, and blood dyed the heavens and earth red. It was a scene of doomsday, and everyone had gone mad.

The Undying Heavenly Empress wiped away her tears, her face turning cold. She continuously beat the drum, its muffled sound like ancient beasts roaring in the immortal realm, shaking people's souls. This drum sound affected people's minds, driving them mad. The Eightfold Pantheon descendants and all other followers went berserk, almost insane, charging forward fearlessly, many with their blood boiling. "Heavenly Empress, are you still not retreating? Even if I promised not to kill you, there are others. If you persist in your delusion, it will be too late for regret!" roared the Old God. "Haha... In this life, everything is empty. If I cannot reach the absolute peak, then let the entire world be buried with me!" The Undying Heavenly Empress had gone mad, her face streaked with tears and a ferocious expression. Her beautiful and moving countenance was filled with complexity. That white-horse youth could not possibly return alive, and her heart held endless pain. Rather than endure it, she thought it better to shatter the universe.

"With the Heavenly Empress's strength, you still cannot achieve such things, can you?" the Old God said bluntly. "Cannot achieve them? I will make all of you understand that this world will tremble and shatter!" roared the Undying Heavenly Empress. Her response was the roar of a horn. The Old God ascended the Phoenix Nest and fiercely battled her. The Heavenly Emperor's Summoning Drum collided with the Emperor's Horn, emitting wisps of immortal light whose sound shook the heavens, splitting open the universe. The two intensely battled, immortal music echoing and divine winds sweeping, as if two ancient Emperors had reappeared to duel in this era. The Heavenly Emperor's secret artifact clashed with the Emperor's Dharma artifact—a true clash of titans. It was like ancient Emperors battling; both were great figures renowned through all ages. In ancient times, how many could be found to compare with them? "Heh, the Summoning Drum forged with the Heavenly Emperor's utmost effort is nothing special. Even with targeted blood sacrifices, it couldn't suppress the Emperor's Horn." "I heard the Emperor's Horn is a real dragon horn, but it doesn't look like much. It couldn't even break the Heavenly Emperor's Drum; how pathetic!" While the Undying Heavenly Empress and the Old God were engaged in their grand duel, their respective guards were also fiercely fighting, not only in action but also with their words, trying to undermine the opponent's morale and destabilize their minds.

Ye Fan moved through the battlefield; no one could stop him now. The Old God was battling the Heavenly Empress, and the Woodcutter Elder was fiercely fighting the Yama Lord. Ye Fan was now the only supreme expert free to act, slaughtering in all directions as if entering an uninhabited land. "Lad, come here! You're full of vitality, take over for me, let this old man rest for a bit!" the old man with yellow teeth shouted loudly. There was a terrible palm print on his back, and his body was tattered. He had been ambushed by a war corpse and was almost sucked into the Yama Lord's Reincarnation Gate. He was already injured, and fiercely fighting the Nether Demon God was indeed a bit strenuous. "Alright, I'll take over!" Ye Fan arrived quickly and replaced the old man. As soon as the old man left the battlefield, he was full of energy again. Like a rooster pumped with stimulants, he leaped high and pounced towards the Phoenix Nest, his eyes gleaming mischievously, saying, "I'm coming!" This sly behavior immediately left Ye Fan speechless. This guy was clearly after the treasures in the Phoenix Nest; his current excitement meant he could fight ten more battles without issue.

The Nether Demon God was indeed powerful. Even if he was no longer in his prime, Ye Fan still felt an immense oppressive force, as if facing a primeval beast from the creation era. In fact, the Nether Demon God truly was a primeval beast with powerful racial bloodline energy. Although he had transformed into a human form, the colossal figure behind him still resembled a mountain, capable of materializing at any moment to pounce. "Later-generation prodigy of the Sixth Heaven, let me see how extraordinary you truly are!" The Nether Demon God roared, charging like a dark cloud. His blood energy was like a sea, his body demonic. A green lamp ignited the universe, and laws spread with its light. He did not underestimate Ye Fan, knowing that although his realm was high, his physical condition was poor, and he could not fully exert his strength. The green lamp glowed, and a small figure sat cross-legged on its wick. It opened its mouth and swallowed all the laws and immortal light Ye Fan unleashed, converting them into its own vital energy, and the wick's flame blazed fiercely, erupting. This fire was very special, surrounded by vast, pervasive Yin mist. It could corrode a person's vital energy and soul, and even disintegrate their physical body. It was rumored to be the power of destruction from the primordial era. Ye Fan struck with a palm, which originally could shatter the firmament, but it was neutralized by this extremely soft and Yin power. His heart immediately skipped a beat. "Kill!" This was not a battle that could end quickly; it would be a bitter fight. In fact, this proved true. The Nether Demon God fought with increasing ferocity as a medicinal power dissolved within him. Clearly, the residual effects of a Nine-Turn Immortal Pill were at work, improving his condition. "One praised by the First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court, you are indeed strong," the Nether Demon God said chillingly, his body covered in specks of blood. "But make sure you don't give me an opportunity. Otherwise, strangling geniuses and dominating with a single hand will be my style!" "I won't give you that chance," Ye Fan said calmly. "Your era has ended, and everything will become a thing of the past. This era belongs to a new generation!" After thousands of life-and-death attacks, Ye Fan's body was dotted with blooming blood. At this moment, he had thoroughly observed all of his opponent's battle techniques and triggered the Divine Restraint.

"Boom!"

The Heavenly Emperor Fist, unparalleled in the world, cast down brilliant golden light. Ye Fan moved like a great emperor on a journey. With one punch, he shattered the green lamp in front of him, and simultaneously, the Nether Demon God's body exploded, spilling blood across the universe. Everyone felt a chill; Ye Fan was too powerful. He had consecutively slain three Divine Generals, all supreme masters who had once followed the Undying Heavenly Emperor. Almost all those who had survived to this era had died by his hand. No matter how great a powerful figure, they were nothing before the passage of time; in the end, they were merely specks of blood.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a terrifying aura permeated from the depths of the starry sky, shocking the human world. "It's... from the Underworld direction!" Ye Fan abruptly looked up. Violent fluctuations erupted there, and fragments of space-time flew out, rushing towards the four poles and eight desolations. Dimly, a youth was seen, roaring between heaven and earth, bending a sky-bow, aiming to shoot down a Supreme!