Chapter 322: Purple Mountain Bell Rings

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. He didn't want An Miaoyi to bring up the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, so he remained silent, listening to the others' discussions.

"I've heard that the Sacred Body's Sea of Suffering is golden, not lifeless, possessing unparalleled, immense divine power."

"I also saw a few words in an ancient text stating that no deities are born within their Dao Palaces; all Dao power is used to nourish themselves."

Two people spoke one after another. Ye Fan was surprised; these individuals truly possessed extraordinary knowledge, even knowing such details. He himself hadn't realized his Dao Palace would be like this and had previously thought there was a problem with his cultivation.

Xu Heng, dressed in black with skin as white as jade, was like a divine sword sheathed, its sharp edge contained. He said, "After reaching mastery, the blood of those with this physique is comparable to divine medicine. Ancient alchemists' notes describe it as priceless."

"Brother Xu, I'm eager to hear more details. Miaoyi is all ears." An Miaoyi's long eyelashes fluttered lightly, and her spirited eyes looked towards him.

Xu Heng had a significant background; his grandfather, Xu Tianxiong, was even more terrifying than the Great Power Azure Flood Dragon King, ranking as the third most powerful bandit in the Northern Region. Their family's scholarly tradition was profound.

His demeanor was somewhat cold; even his smile was like a frost-etched ice flower. He said, "My grandfather inadvertently saw that on a stone wall."

Xu Tianxiong was a person of great destiny, renowned in the Northern Region over a thousand years ago. He once found an ancient alchemist's notes on a cliff.

In the past, a master Desolate Ancient Sacred Body bestowed half a bowl of sacred blood, which an alchemist refined into a pill with herbs. It not only saved a dying person but also helped them break through a major secret realm later.

"It has such miraculous effects?" Many people were moved.

"Before the Desolate Ancient era, the land was chaotic; even the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body faced continuous wars..." A man in golden battle armor spoke. His skin was wheat-colored, and his face was chiseled, with sharp, distinct features.

This man was Jin Chixiao, the successor of the Golden Family from the Northern Plains. He was exceptionally powerful, with a status comparable to a Great Xia Prince, and had also seen relevant records.

In those days, a master Desolate Ancient Sacred Body used his own blood to save many severely injured and dying friends, a feat recorded in ancient texts. Ten drops of blood could resurrect the dead and regrow flesh on bones. "Was the land so chaotic before the Desolate Ancient era?" An Miaoyi's eyes rippled as she looked at Jin Chixiao.

"Indeed, it was very chaotic, with demons and monsters running rampant. However, they were eventually suppressed by the Sacred Body and the ancient Great Emperors," Jin Chixiao said.

Beside him, a man in purple sneered. He was noble and imposing, with eyes deeper than the starry sky. He said, "Demons and monsters running rampant? I think it was ancient creatures that hadn't been exterminated, rampaging across the land." This man was Yao Yuekong, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, from the Western part of the Eastern Desolate. This ancient demon palace was indestructible through countless eons, passed down from antiquity, comparable to the Holy Lands.

"Yao Yuekong, what do you mean?" Jin Chixiao asked coldly, his sword-like eyebrows rising sharply.

"Just now you said that during the Desolate Ancient era, the land was in turmoil and the demon race ran rampant. I'm asking you what you meant by that." Yao Yuekong's purple robe fluttered, rustling. He sat there, unmoving, yet exuding a compelling aura.

The ancient demon palace commanded awe across the land. From ancient times until now, countless powerful demon kings had emerged from it; even the Azure Flood Dragon King was said to have come from this palace.

Yao Yuekong's status was indescribably noble, and his strength was naturally terrifying.

"Was what I said not true?" Jin Chixiao retorted, showing no fear, for he also had a formidable background.

The Golden Family, though based in the Northern Plains, bordered the Northern Region of the Eastern Desolate. It was said they originated from the Eastern Desolate in ancient times, with rumors even suggesting they were descendants of ancient creatures, possessing primeval divine blood.

The status of this lineage in the Northern Plains was like that of the Immortal Dynasty of Great Xia in the Central Plains—unshakeable. Naturally, they could contend with the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Yao Yuekong snorted coldly and said, "In ancient times, when ancient creatures caused trouble and were suppressed by the Great Emperors, certain families had to flee far to the Northern Plains, leaving the Eastern Desolate."

The two had already fought a major battle not long ago, accumulating deep resentment. Now, in direct opposition, they were very likely to engage in another life-and-death duel.

Ye Fan was deeply astonished. He slowly began to understand the implications, not expecting the Golden Family and the Heavenly Demon Palace to have such ancient and mysterious origins.

"Yao Yuekong, we are a lineage of the Golden Royal Family among humans. Don't try to tarnish our name!"

"Certain ancient creatures once caused trouble, but now they claim to be the Golden Royal Family among humans." Although they were great rivals, neither intended to truly fight. They quickly calmed down, not wanting to put on a show for others.

An Miaoyi personally poured wine, then with a flick of her delicate hand, two jade cups flew to Jin Chixiao and Yao Yuekong.

"Miaoyi toasts the two young masters. There's no need for ill-will; please drink this wine."

Although there was some stiffness, in such a setting, no one bothered to dwell on it. It was impossible for them to completely turn hostile, so they all drank the wine.

Someone nearby asked, "Brother Yuekong, the Heavenly Demon Palace has existed for a long time, and many great demons have emerged from it over the years. During the Desolate Ancient era, it even fought against the Sacred Body. How much do you know about that?"

Yao Yuekong's black hair swayed gently, his expression calm. He said, "Although the demon race once fought fiercely with humans, that is long past. Now we coexist harmoniously, and the grudges of yesteryear have vanished into history."

"Brother Yuekong, please don't misunderstand; I had no other intention." The person quickly stood up and bowed. In his view, the Heavenly Demon Palace was even more terrifying than the Holy Lands.

An Miaoyi smiled faintly, her jade teeth gleaming with a crystalline luster, and her bright eyes full of poetic charm. She said, "Brother Yuekong, please don't mind. Miaoyi also wanted to ask that question. We truly wish to learn more about the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body."

Ye Fan was puzzled. Why was this woman like this? Was she genuinely that interested in the Sacred Body?

"A master Sacred Body is unbeatable..." This was Yao Yuekong's ancestor's evaluation of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. In the Desolate Ancient era, the demon race was incredibly prosperous; the Heavenly Demon Palace virtually commanded the world, producing countless great demons. However, their battle against the Sacred Body came at a bloody cost, with demon titans falling one after another, nearly leading to the demon race's extinction.

"The Sacred Body can overcome all kinds of abnormal phenomena; all domain laws are ineffective against him. In life-or-death battles, he moves as if in an uninhabited realm."

Most of those present were Saint-Child-level figures. Some had cultivated ancient anomalies and could fight across an entire secret realm. If they encountered a Sacred Body, there was no doubt these abilities would be useless—this was unsettling news.

Ye Fan felt a bit uncomfortable. These people, with every word, were almost unearthing all his secrets. This was not a good sign.

Yao Yuekong didn't reveal much more. He said, "Haven't some Holy Lands cultivated a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body?" He glanced at Xiang Yifei and the Wan Chu Saint Child.

Others also spoke up, saying, "We've always heard rumors, but don't know the details."

Everyone's gaze focused on Xiang Yifei and the Wan Chu Saint Child. An Miaoyi personally poured them wine, saying, "Brother Xiang, could you enlighten us?"

"That was tens of thousands of years ago, but unfortunately, it ultimately failed," Xiang Yifei said.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Great Evolution Holy Land coincidentally discovered a Sacred Body. They spent millions of jin of origin stones to help it advance into the Five-Void Heavens of the Dao Palace.

"That was a bottomless pit. Although Great Evolution could afford tens of millions of jin of origin stones, it would severely deplete their vitality. Many elders speculated that even if they helped him break into the Four Extremities secret realm, he might encounter other unimaginable difficulties."

"What happened to that Sacred Body later?" someone asked. This was the question everyone was most curious about.

Xiang Yifei didn't answer, remaining silent.

"I heard that Sacred Body was quite pitiful," Xu Heng said indifferently.

"In those days, even if a Holy Land could provide tens of millions of jin of origin stones, they saw no hope, so they naturally stopped," Xiang Yifei said.

"Nowadays, the major Holy Lands have opened numerous origin mines in the Northern Region. Spending tens of millions of jin of origin stones now wouldn't harm their vitality at all," someone remarked.

"Unfortunately, it's not worth the effort. Who knows if the Sacred Body will still face obstacles after entering the Four Extremities? No one is willing to take such a gamble," the Wan Chu Saint Child shook his head.

Li Heishui interjected, "Isn't there a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body now? I think the major Holy Lands could consider cultivating an unbeatable master."

Many people didn't respond. What a terrible idea! Not to mention Ye Fan's grievances with the Light Shaking Holy Land, the mere fact that he wasn't a disciple raised by any of the Holy Lands from childhood was enough to dismiss it outright.

"Fairy An, why are you so interested in the Sacred Body?" Ye Fan suddenly asked.

"Miaoyi is devoted to the Dao, seeking to understand its source and essence. I saw in an elder's notes that the Sacred Body is close to the Great Dao, so naturally, I wish to learn more."

The Great Xia Prince laughed heartily, "The Sacred Body was renowned throughout the world in the past. I'm increasingly looking forward to him breaking the curse and entering the Four Extremities secret realm."

An Miaoyi suddenly stood up, her graceful figure swaying. She approached a jade table and held a small bronze cauldron in her hand, saying, "Everyone, Miaoyi would like to ask you to examine this item. What is its origin?"

The small cauldron was covered in green rust, engraved with fish, insects, birds, and beasts, giving it an ancient, rustic appearance. However, it didn't possess any divine power, and its Dao patterns seemed to be damaged.

Everyone's expression shifted. An Miaoyi wouldn't casually present something to them; inviting them here tonight was most likely for this very item.

One by one, they stepped forward and examined it, but none could discern anything unusual.

When Ye Fan took it into his hands, his heart suddenly leaped. He saw a familiar mark on the cauldron—a ghost face.

The item left by that ruthless person. Jiang Yifei, dressed in white, was ethereal and handsome as jade. He hadn't said a word from beginning to end, but after taking the small cauldron from Ye Fan's hand, his expression froze.

"Fairy An, where did you obtain this?"

"Brother Jiang, your family's scholarly tradition is truly profound; you must know what it represents," An Miaoyi said, her eyes like flowing water, looking at Jiang Yifei.

"A mark left by a Great Emperor," at that moment, Yao Yuekong, the young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, also felt a jolt in his heart.

"Behind all of you are the most ancient legacies of the Eastern Desolate. You are truly knowledgeable; Miaoyi is impressed," An Miaoyi smiled.

"Fairy An, are you trying to tell us that this item represents the means to find that half of the Ultimate Dao Weapon?" Jiang Yifei asked calmly.

An Miaoyi nodded, "Yes, but it would require the Divine Body, the Sacred Body, and the Heavenly Demon Body to appear together to have a chance of acquiring that half of the Ultimate Dao Weapon."

*Dong—!*

Suddenly, a bell rang out, reverberating through heaven and earth. Everyone was startled, their bodies trembling.

"What is that sound?"

At that very moment, the entire Holy City was alarmed. A sound like a great bell reverberated throughout the divine city.

Suddenly, Jiang Yifei's expression changed. He said, "Someone has crossed the void and entered the Desolate Ancient Dao Platform in the Holy City, but... only the various Holy Lords can do that!"

"What happened?" All the young people present turned pale.

Simultaneously, the entire Holy City was stirred, and no one could remain calm.

Ye Fan's heart jolted at that moment. He had heard that bell sound before, and he would never forget it in this lifetime—it was the bell from within the Purple Mountain. A Holy Lord crossing the void must have come from the Purple Mountain, and the bell's vibrations had reached here with them. What had happened at Purple Mountain? Had the various Holy Lords fled to the Holy City?

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