Chapter 1742: Dominant Body Ancestral Star

“At the end of reincarnation, all things will cease. The Underworld is the ultimate destination for all spirits,” whispered the Prison Suppressing Emperor, his voice like an incantation echoing through the netherworld.

His body swayed unsteadily. Gripping his divine halberd and carrying a black-gold shield, he staggered into the distance. Black blood streamed along the path he trod, making it clear he could no longer hold on.

"It has come to pass... This will be my end, my final destination. This is my burial ground."

The Prison Suppressing Emperor was faltering, on the verge of collapse, about to become a forgotten relic of history. Even a supreme being of his stature was reaching the end of his life.

His eyes revealed reluctance and unfulfilled ambition. Though he had slain countless individuals and long possessed a heart of stone, his deepest desires remained unfulfilled, leaving him with profound regret.

"What is immortality? I've searched the world over, and no one has achieved it. In the end, we all return to a handful of dust. No matter how peerless your grandeur, no matter how mighty a hero you are, it makes no difference."

His flesh was tearing open, black blood flowing out in continuous streams. Dark light flickered and burned across his entire body, giving him a desolate appearance. He murmured, "That Emperor Lord... heh, heh, he wanted to sacrifice us alive, yet he never truly became an immortal!"

Having trodden the path to immortality, having reached this exalted realm, one could claim to stand supreme, gazing down upon the nine heavens and ten earths. Yet, it ultimately led to an eternity of solitude.

Even invincibility was futile; the path forward was severed.

In this life, in this era, he had constantly sought immortality, striving to achieve imperishable life. Yet, in the end, he could only listen to his own funeral dirge in sorrow, destined to crumble into dust in the mortal realm.

"He is not alone. All Great Emperors of old faced similar solitude. I recall how, in their prime, they were brimming with heroic spirit, commanding the winds and clouds, unchallenged in this world—who dared to contend with them?

Yet, ultimately, there was only one outcome: even dominating heaven and earth was insufficient. Unrivaled power, too, would eventually lead to a desolate end, fading sadly into dust.

The Prison Suppressing Emperor stumbled, searching for his own grave, intent on burying himself. Leaning on his battle halberd, with every step he took, his body threatened to splinter, ready to collapse into fragments at any moment.

He was no longer a supreme being; he was merely an old man in the twilight of his life.

Ye Fan did not intervene, simply watching in silence as the emperor chose a grave for himself.

"The Underworld represents the painstaking effort of generations. On the path to immortality, we weren't without our insights. We tirelessly sought various true bloods, hoping to condense them into a 'True One' primordial chaos, thereby forging immortal blood."

The Prison Suppressing Emperor divulged a profound secret. As the saying goes, a dying man's words are sincere. It could also be said that he didn't want the culmination of generations of supreme beings' efforts to be utterly destroyed and lost to the annals of history.

This was a grand endeavor, theoretically capable of creating a primordial chaos body, unifying myriad bloodlines to perceive the true form of immortal spirits.

Ye Fan once again sensed the terrifying power of the primordial chaos body. How immensely powerful it must be, to merge myriad bloodlines and manifest such a form. Theoretically, this would indeed touch upon immortality, but ultimately, further sublimation would be required to truly take that final step.

This path was extraordinary, not a technique of the Underworld's Hades, but rather something brought from external realms by several other grand figures, who had been researching it continuously.

"The myriad bloodlines were incomplete, yet we still created a monster, uniting it with the Heaven-Reaching Underworld Treasure. It will be sensitive to various bloodlines, and one day, it will most likely seek you out."

"Perhaps, we unwittingly perfected the Hades. Perhaps the Heaven-Reaching Underworld Treasure *is* his very deity!"

"I've heard you cultivate the Source Method; in truth, that's a fragmented scripture left by the Underworld Venerable. The Heaven-Reaching Underworld Treasure understands far more and is far more profound than you. Prepare yourself accordingly."

These words left Ye Fan's mind unsettled for a long time. He stood rooted to the spot, silently watching the Prison Suppressing Emperor depart into the distance.

*Poof!*

Finally, the Prison Suppressing Emperor could endure no more. He chose neither to leave a corpse nor to merge with the Great Dao; instead, he exploded directly into fragments. Only residual blood and shattered bones splattered into a deep pit, his spirit scattering as well.

With a clang, his nether-iron battle armor soared into the air, the divine halberd glowed, and the black-gold shield shot skyward. Only a broken black war spear fell into the pit, serving as his burial accompaniment.

Ye Fan turned away, not sparing another glance. He located Chuan Ying's remains and other relics, then buried his blood and remnants within the starry expanse.

After lingering for two days, Ye Fan quietly searched the area. He discovered many astonishing artifacts and ancient steles, his heart filled with recurring surprise.

The claim that an entire universe had been buried here, along with several epochs, was no exaggeration. He discovered several steles so ancient they defied dating, their inscriptions incomprehensible and beyond the scope of even divine script.

Subsequently, through one ancient stele that he could decipher, he unearthed some astonishing secrets.

The netherworld was vast and boundless, resembling an entire separate universe.

The inhabitants of the Underworld had, at one point, unearthed immortal divine corpses—imperial figures from an age predating the mythical era, believed to have originated from the inscrutable chaotic ancient times!

Furthermore, from ancient times to the present, not just one but at least three such corpses had been unearthed. Sadly, all were incomplete and had been lost or destroyed during the most horrific external wars in history.

"The end of reincarnation... will that day truly come?" Ye Fan mused aloud, gazing up at the boundless starry sky. Having reached his current cultivation realm, like the other ancient venerable ones, his ultimate goal was to transcend eternity and attain true immortality.

He did not unleash a massacre here. Instead, he summoned the two Quasi-Emperors of the Ninth Heaven and instructed them to gather the yin soldiers and generals, ensuring they would no longer plague the mortal world.

Without an enlightened one and having lost its imperial masters, the Underworld was essentially in decline. They could not possibly defy Ye Fan's will, so both readily agreed, not daring to oppose him.

The Underworld had fallen!

Even Ye Fan found it difficult to believe. What was once regarded as the most terrifying battlefield had simply declined and succumbed to ruin.

Of course, should the Hades revive, everything would change, and chaos would undoubtedly erupt once more!

For now, under Ye Fan's overwhelming power, the Underworld could only submit. Even its incorporation into the Heavenly Court would not be out of the question.

Amidst the brilliant starlight, Ye Fan rode a divine rainbow. With a single stride, stars shifted and the heavens and earth transformed around him.

A blazing rainbow bridge streaked across the cosmos, traversing all heavens and myriad domains, leading directly to a specific star-region. This rainbow was extraordinarily brilliant, linking the two distant shores of the starry sky.

"What is that? A Golden Grand Path? How can it be so incredibly long?"

"It stretches into the depths of the universe. Is that... a Great Emperor traveling?!"

Soon, everyone understood his identity. Ye Fan's return from the Underworld sent shockwaves through the human realm. All powerful beings realized that the netherworld could not hold him; he was now unrivaled in the mortal world.

"Is he heading to... the Despotic Body Ancestral Star?"

The Golden Grand Path pierced through countless galaxies, leading directly to the starfield of the Despotic Body Ancestral Star. Without concealment or pretense, Ye Fan arrived openly to launch his assault.

Having stormed through the Underworld, he then arrived at another terrifying forbidden zone, his continuous conquests in a single day astonishing all the mighty figures of this world.

Was this the might of a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body? His vital essence surged like a boundless sea, engulfing the starry sky. Like a Heavenly Emperor on inspection, he descended upon the star system inhabited by his sworn enemies.

This was a magnificent star, brimming with vitality. Its majestic mountains and rivers, vast lands, and abundant essence made it exceptionally suitable for cultivation and enlightenment.

The Despotic Body Ancestral Star was truly extraordinary, having survived countless calamities without perishing. To this day, it bore the distinctive imprints of their Dao, ensuring that any other Dao fruits brought here would be suppressed.

Ordinary cultivators dared not approach, as it was exceedingly difficult to unleash their true combat power there.

Naturally, supreme-level figures were not constrained. The Golden Grand Path unfurled before him, then vanished. Ye Fan stepped down silently, with a single stride.

Fiery clouds on the horizon were exceptionally vivid, a crimson expanse like blood splattered across fabric. Five moons had already risen into the sky.

Ye Fan stood atop a cliff, a vast waterfall cascading beneath his feet. The landscape below was verdant and teeming with wild beasts. With just a slight perception, he instantly pinpointed the location of the Despotic Body Ancestral Cave.

"I don't believe it! Does the Sacred Body truly dare to come here? This is where several of our old ancestors slumber, and he is just one man. During his last tribulation, our ancestors shattered his physical body countless times; he barely escaped with his life. That was a bloody lesson for him!"

"Shhh, keep your voice down. A Great Accomplishment Sacred Body is truly no weaker than our ancestors, and his vital essence is incredibly potent. Perhaps he truly *will* come."

"With several ancestors here, is he coming to his death?"

"We concede that the Sacred Body is formidable, but for him to assault us alone, I believe he will surely bleed out here and die in vain."

Outside the mountain gate, a group of people whispered amongst themselves.

At that moment, a man approached, his form bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, as if a Heavenly Emperor had descended. He strode with powerful, dragon-like steps.

"Who goes there? Halt!" the guards at the mountain gate bellowed.

With a mere glance from Ye Fan, the people in front of him instantly exploded, and a mist of blood drifted through the air, making the scene horrifying.

Having found his true destination, Ye Fan no longer concealed his aura. As he walked inward, everyone present trembled, shaking uncontrollably, and involuntarily knelt to the ground under the weight of his presence.

This was the aura of a supreme being, boundless and far-reaching, instantly sweeping across the vast land. All living creatures wailed in despair—beasts, birds, and the inhabitants of the Despotic Body Ancestral Star alike—all trembled and collapsed to the ground, unable to resist.

Even Great Saints were no exception; they too prostrated themselves on the ground in submission.

Ye Fan, dominating all, passed through the mountain gate.

Behind the colossal mountain lay an open expanse, resembling a vast grassland. In its center stood a single divine peak, radiating purple qi.

Beneath the peak was a cave that perennially emitted auspicious radiance. Within it lay concealed all the most powerful individuals from this star, spanning from ancient times to the present.

"Sacred Body, you truly dared to come!"

From within that ancient cave, swirling purple qi boiled and surged forth, and a voice like thunder and wind boomed, reverberating across the vast sky.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Ye Fan asked calmly.

"Just tens of days ago, you were cowering like a lost dog, and now you dare to come here and flaunt your imperial might?" the voice from the ancient cave retorted mercilessly.

"You're nothing but a bunch of pathetic clowns! You dared to strike during my tribulation and now boast about it? Today, I will utterly crush you all!"

Both sides exchanged sharp retorts. Although such words could hardly shake their Dao-heart, they sometimes served to create a ripple of disturbance in the opponent's composure.

"If you wish to die, then come and try! I will grant you your wish!" a furious roar erupted from the ancestral cave.

Ye Fan immediately acted. His body surged in size, standing on the plain like a celestial deity. His black hair cascaded like a starry river, and his eyes flashed with lightning. His Dharma-form body showered into the clouds as he raised a foot to stomp down upon the ancestral mountain of the Despotic Body lineage.

This was an aura of absolute supremacy, an assertion of "Who else but me? I am the sole sovereign!" Even on the Despotic Body Ancestral Star, facing multiple supreme beings, he dared to act so brazenly, lifting his foot to trample them underfoot!

The divine peak was magnificent, imbued with countless phenomena, wreathed in clouds and radiating purple mists. At that moment, it suddenly began to shake violently, echoing with roars like wind and thunder. Since time immemorial, no one had ever dared to so brazenly assert dominance over this sacred ground.