Chapter 1772: Mythical Battlefield

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The Spirit Emperor sat cross-legged on an ancient war chariot, his black hair like a galaxy, bright and thick. His gaze was cold and sharp, like a blade. He slapped the weapon on his lap. With a "hum," an incredibly sharp spirit blade flew out like a bolt of silk, slashing towards Ye Fan's head.

Ye Fan showed a surprised expression. This seemingly unremarkable blade strike was exceptionally sharp, unleashing the Spirit Emperor's immortal will and killing intent, cutting across the vast ancient heavens.

Immortal feathers danced one after another, pure and flawless, accompanying the blade's gleam. They carved out an immortal aura, incredibly vast, as long as a galaxy.

"The power of ascension, the light of flying immortals!"

"The Spirit Emperor is indeed unparalleled; even we are awe-struck!" the Immortal Matriarch said, her expression surprised. The moment the Spirit Emperor made a move, it made hearts pound, and everyone felt a chill.

Ye Fan's feet were rooted in the void like nails, unmoving, while his body, like a soft willow, turned with the blade, tracing a graceful arc to evade its sharp edge. Then, with both hands, he unleashed a violent attack, tens of thousands of symbols appearing simultaneously, forming a suppression of the Grand Dao.

A burst of searing electric light erupted in the void, and supreme blade energy surged. It clashed with Ye Fan's fists, producing the most dazzling light. The universe shattered, heaven and earth exploded, and the mythological battlefield shook violently. Even though it was vast and boundless, it could not withstand such an assault.

Tens of thousands of runes collided with the flying immortal feathers, mutually obliterating each other and quickly extinguishing. The already shattered star sea turned to ash.

Such overwhelming divine power was terrifying. If a Quasi-Emperor were here, they would surely be terrified; even a wisp of such energy overflowing would be enough to kill them a hundred times over.

This was precisely the mythological battlefield, where ancient venerables from all heavens had left behind their Dao traces, making it incredibly sturdy and indestructible. If it were another galaxy, it would surely turn entirely to ash, dissolve into chaos, and nothing would remain.

In the end, the blade energy was completely gone, and the Dao runes also vanished. Only a silver spirit blade and Ye Fan's fists remained. At first glance, they seemed evenly matched, with no clear victor, but the true outcome was unknown.

A strange laugh echoed. The Immortal Matriarch made her move. From her sparse hair, a jade ruyi scepter flew out, its faint glow appearing and disappearing. Each ray of light was a cascading galaxy, overwhelming and suppressing the mythological battlefield.

This heaven-defying method was terrifying. Destroying the starry sky, creating heaven and earth, and similar feats were entirely trivial matters for her, astounding the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

This was no longer just a jade ruyi scepter; it was clearly a real universe pressing down, intending to suppress Ye Fan with supreme world-level Dao laws, turning him into dust.

Ye Fan stood there, unmoving. His phenomenon unfurled, similarly manifesting a vast world, clashing against the soft jade ruyi scepter in the sky.

A silent, massive collision occurred. The aura of universal destruction permeated, completely obliterating the area. More than a dozen enormous corpses in the distance, which had remained indestructible for eons and stretched unknown miles, now turned to ash.

Among them was a small portion of a Sacred Body lineage skeleton. Despite its physical body being sturdy and immortal, at this moment, it shattered like torn paper and rags, completely destroyed.

One can imagine how terrifying the collision between the two was.

Of course, these skeletons had long lost their immortal essence, having been refined away by others. They were not as sturdy as they originally were, but they were still far superior to ordinary divine weapons.

In this confrontation, Ye Fan remained unmoving, his phenomenon withdrawn, and the jade ruyi scepter also retreated.

"What a Sacred Body! I must admire you. Your cultivation time isn't long, yet you've become this strong. You truly possess heaven-defying potential!"

A burly, bearded man walked forward, holding a divine bow. He casually drew the bowstring. There was no arrow nocked, yet a trembling sound emanated, causing souls to nearly shatter.

This method was terrifying. "Empty arrows piercing the heart," un-nocked arrows were more potent than actual ones, making even Ye Fan's expression change. He felt a sense of danger facing this person.

This burly, bearded man gave off a very strange feeling, as if he had experienced eons, carrying a heavier aura of time than anyone else.

"Corpse Emperor!" he announced himself. At this level, killing across the heavens and reigning supreme, he would normally not be polite to anyone. Yet now he proactively stated his name, indicating his respect and apprehension towards Ye Fan.

"It's you... the Corpse Emperor from the Underworld!" Ye Fan exclaimed in surprise.

He had once visited the Underworld, fought against the Prison Suppressing Emperor, and learned many secrets. A great figure from the Underworld had left, entered the Primordial Ancient Mine, and called himself the Corpse Emperor.

"Indeed, it is I!" The burly, bearded man nodded.

His origin was extremely peculiar. He was the second person in this world to transform from a corpse into a living being and ultimately became an Emperor through Dao cultivation, extremely powerful.

It is said that he was unearthed from the deepest part of the Underworld. It was impossible to ascertain which era he belonged to. Ancient steles accompanied him, and based on the writings on them, it was inferred that his remains belonged to the Chaotic Ancient era.

From corpse to Emperor, such a person was utterly terrifying. He was another unparalleled powerhouse after the Netherworld Emperor, possessing his own horrific aspects.

The un-nocked bowstring trembled again. He drew it eight times consecutively. Seven times were illusory, making one's primordial spirit feel like shattering, but the eighth time transformed into a stream of corpse qi, descending from the sky.

That was no ordinary arrow, but a boundless, vast waterfall, incredibly magnificent, stretching for unknown miles, submerging even the shattered galaxies.

As a Corpse Emperor, he still possessed death qi within his body, more vast than a sea of stars. A Quasi-Emperor would turn into putrid blood and die instantly if even a trace touched them.

Now, endless death qi surged forth entirely.

Ye Fan let out a long roar. Dragon-shaped vital energy surged from the top of his head. The Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things flew up. It could devour all spirits, and surprisingly, corpse qi was also a supplement to it. Not limited to spiritual energy, it could absorb all forms of chaos.

"Sacred Body, your audacity is truly considerable. I believe with your ability, you can guess that we emerged with the determination to kill you. Yet you still dared to come!"

The speaker's tone was exceptionally aggressive. His words were resonant and powerful, making everyone present tremble in their hearts. This was a supreme master; even the venerables felt a chill in their hearts.

"It's the Great Peng Emperor!" The Immortal Matriarch gasped.

"I never expected the one to emerge from that place would be the Peng Emperor!" The Corpse Emperor also exclaimed in admiration.

"There's no other way; my luck was poor. I drew this lot and had to emerge early," the Golden-winged Great Peng Emperor said indifferently.

His imposing figure was tall and straight, his golden hair danced. As he walked out from the dark cosmos, instantly, golden light stretched for billions of feet, illuminating the entire ancient mythological battlefield.

He seemed forged from gold, imbued with a demonic aura. His gaze was sharp, and he held a God-Beating Whip that resembled a divine sword with twenty-eight segments, its divine might unparalleled.

This time, each of the four great restricted life zones sent out one individual, aiming to kill Ye Fan. Those dispatched were all renowned invincible figures.

Boom!

The Great Peng Emperor swung his golden divine whip, crushing the cosmos and emitting terrifying wailing sounds, striking towards Ye Fan's face, indifferent and merciless. Tens of thousands of Great Dao runes blossomed.

This person could only be described as overwhelmingly powerful!

Clang!

The cauldron above Ye Fan's head flew up, colliding with the whip and erupting with a terrifying aura. Cracks appeared between them, directly spreading across the mythological battlefield like terrifying, boundless tsunamis. This was a rare cosmic marvel, unseen since ancient times.

Boom!

The Great Peng Emperor was extremely arrogant. The golden divine whip in his hand could slay gods above and suppress demon kings below. His bravery was unrivaled, and his divine might unstoppable. Once he made a move, he never stopped, relentlessly attacking forward.

Ye Fan fiercely battled him. It was a divine battle from the very beginning!

Evidently, the Great Peng Emperor was a battle fanatic, and even as a Supreme, he remained so, his nature unchanged. He wished to fight Ye Fan to the death. Golden light, one after another, tore through the cosmic sea, and the golden divine whip swung ceaselessly.

"Great Peng Emperor, don't forget we emerged to kill him, not to satisfy your battle cravings," the Immortal Matriarch reminded him.

"I remember!" The Great Peng Emperor retreated, stopping his attack.

Ye Fan frowned slightly. He knew he had encountered formidable enemies. Both the Spirit Emperor and the Great Peng Emperor were far stronger than expected. None of these four were weak; they were truly unparalleled Imperial Dao figures.

"Sacred Body, strictly speaking, you are no match for us. Although you killed a few Supremes in the past, it was only because their vital energy was depleted, and you wore them down to death. Today, you will have no such opportunity," the Corpse Emperor roared.

"We'll see after the battle. You few cannot kill me. Today shall be the day you fall!" Ye Fan said coldly.

"What a pity for a hero like you!" The Spirit Emperor sighed.

With a "boom," a terrifying forbidden zone appeared behind him. The South Heaven Gate stood majestically; it was the Divine Ruins. It was as if it had instantly crossed tens of thousands of galaxies from the Big Dipper Starfield to arrive here.

In fact, this was not the true Divine Ruins, but the supreme imprint of this forbidden life zone. All its Dao traces bloomed, imprinted here from the Big Dipper across the sea of stars, forming a supreme divine formation.

Next, behind the Immortal Matriarch, enormous grave mounds rose like mountains, stretching continuously. Although it was a graveyard, it flowed with immortal aura and countless auspicious lights.

This was the Immortal Tomb. It also imprinted its Dao traces across the sea of stars, recreating the scene of the forbidden zone, making this the Immortal Matriarch's main battlefield.

Then an ancient mine appeared, completely black and unfathomably deep. The surrounding mountains undulated, vast like dormant dragons. But immediately after, the ancient mine exhaled and inhaled cosmic starlight, making the area intensely dazzling again.

The Corpse Emperor stood within the Primordial Restricted Zone. This was also formed by Dao traces, forming a supreme divine formation and becoming his main battlefield.

Ye Fan sighed. Although the great forbidden zones had not truly manifested here, they had brought their most terrifying Imperial Dao formations, realistically recreating them. It was as if several great forbidden zones were standing right there, surrounding him.

Finally, with a massive roar, nine boundless mountain ranges, connected to a giant island, pressed down, appearing behind the Great Peng Emperor. The sight was astonishing.

Ye Fan's expression changed repeatedly, his gaze flickering from bright to dim. Although it wasn't the first time he had seen this most mysterious forbidden zone, known as the Firmament or Buried Heaven Island, he still felt a sense of shock in his heart.

Buried Heaven Island was a giant island suspended in the sky above the Eastern Wasteland. Normally, it was hidden in the void, invisible.

Its main body resembled a giant coffin, and the nine mountain ridges extending from it looked like nine true dragons, majestic and grand, radiating an imposing aura that was awe-inspiring.

Every time Ye Fan saw it, he felt a mixture of shock and uncertainty, because it was too similar to the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin he had seen years ago. One could even say it was carved from the same mold.