Chapter 473: Tianxuan

"Woof!" The big black dog suddenly let out a loud roar, shaking the mountains. It landed in the forest and brought back a golden arm.

It was the Golden-Winged Little Peng King's arm, the only remaining part overlooked by the Old Peng King, and it shimmered with golden light.

"What do you want with it?" Li Heishui asked.

"This is a Heavenly Peng Divine Wing; it will revert to its original form soon," the big black dog said, drooling. "He's a descendant of a Peng clan saint. Such a divine wing is incredibly rare and priceless."

Li Heishui stared at the bloody arm, dumbfounded and almost overwhelmed by its words. He mumbled to himself, "Damn, there's nothing you won't eat..." The others around him were also a bit flustered, unsure what to say. This dead dog's tastes were too bizarre, truly lacking in morals.

"Puppy, don't eat strange things," Little Nannan said, very scared, covering her big eyes with her small hands, unable to look.

"Don't worry, this Emperor is just going to use it for alchemy." Whether it was telling the truth or not, with a flash of light, it put the arm away.

"Is the Human World truly making a comeback?"

Powerful fluctuations came from the distant sky as the Wind Clan's Saint Lord and other supreme figures quickly flew over, all looking solemn.

They had rushed back immediately upon receiving the news to examine the situation. After picking up the fragments of the broken sword, each person observed them carefully.

The Heavenly Court had been destroyed in ancient times, but the Human World and Hell had survived, a fact well-known to Saint Lord-level figures.

These two ancient assassin dynasties had always been quiet, occasionally taking action but remaining incredibly low-profile. Now, their forceful emergence to kill a Sacred Body was truly unsettling.

Ye Fan was also pondering this. He scanned everyone, unable to determine who had enlisted the Human World. He only knew that only ancient legacies could contact the ancient assassin divine dynasties.

Who could it be? This was a very dangerous enemy, intent on killing him, yet he had no idea where this enemy was.

In this battle, Ye Fan was heavily injured, and the most perilous moment was the sword strike to his head; if it had extended even an inch further, his life would have been in danger.

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King had also inflicted many wounds on him. At this moment, Ye Fan sat motionlessly in the void, immersed in boiling golden blood energy.

He was cultivating the sacred art recorded in the *Nirvana Sutra*, a healing secret technique given to him by An Miaoyi. Although not a complete ancient Buddhist scripture, it contained its most essential divine texts.

Golden blood energy surged skyward, and every inch of Ye Fan's flesh trembled. Sacred blood pulsed like rivers and seas, creating a thunderous sound. Outside his body, golden electrical currents danced, and shimmering golden light enveloped him, making his form radiant, as if forging an immortal divine body.

In a short time, all his wounds healed, and most of his internal and external injuries recovered, at the cost of consuming some golden blood energy.

However, the Sacred Body's greatest strength lay in its physical form; its endless essence could quickly replenish itself, allowing him to always remain in peak condition.

With powerful hidden enemies lurking, he had to maintain his peak condition, without any lingering injuries, or he might be exploited.

*Swish!*

Ye Fan opened his eyes, two divine lights shooting out, causing everyone's hearts to tighten and making them even more wary of the Sacred Body.

Ye Fan saw the wariness of the various Holy Sons and Holy Daughters towards him. He stood up tall, then forced himself to cough, and two trickles of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"So fierce, yet still spitting blood..." Many were speechless. They had said he was dying, but witnessing his vigor in battle made them doubt.

"He started spitting blood in the Northern Region, then in the Southern Region, and now in the Central Region. How is it that the more he spits blood, the more formidable he becomes in killing?" Many felt indignant.

The Wind Clan's Saint Lord walked over, nodded at him, and said, "Remarkable! You single-handedly killed eight top seed experts from the Human World."

"Just a stroke of luck," Ye Fan replied, not daring to let his guard down in front of such a supreme expert, while concealing his true condition.

"But you must be careful," the Wind Clan's Saint Lord warned. "The ancient assassin divine dynasties have masters as numerous as clouds. They comprehend the Great Dao of Slaughter, unrivaled in the art of killing."

The ancient assassin divine dynasties were unfathomable. Even after countless years, the Sacred Lands still regarded them with dread!

In the ancient halls of the Human World, a massive bone tower was built from the skulls of kings, and throughout history, there had always been powerful individuals capable of slaying kings.

Leaving aside the terrifying heritage of this ancient lineage, even their youngest generation must be extremely formidable. If they are capable of slaying kings like their predecessors, even a Sacred Body would face a life-or-death peril against them.

They comprehend the Great Dao of Slaughter, eliminating all heroes of the world to prove their Dao, making them impossible to contend with! They are a group of terrifying individuals who exist solely for killing, whose concepts, cultivated from childhood, differ from ordinary people, making them exceptionally difficult to provoke.

Ye Fan had intended to leave immediately and go to the Sacred Cliff to search for the Nine Secrets, but a single sentence from the Wind Clan's Saint Lord gave him a headache and forced him to stay.

"Divine Physician Wang has arrived and is currently on the Eight Hundred Divine Islands of the Wind Clan. Stay and let him examine you again."

The peerless Divine King owed a great debt to the divine physician's ancestors and had once invited him to treat Ye Fan in the Northern Region. It was then that the idea of self-sacrificing his cultivation was first proposed.

Ye Fan couldn't refuse. The Wind Clan's Saint Lord was exceedingly hospitable, stopping him from leaving and insisting he meet Divine Physician Wang to find a way to extend his life.

By then, the sky was full of stars. Ye Fan and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had fought from noon until night, a battle that consumed an immense amount of time.

Starlight sprinkled down, making the mountains hazy. Various birds and beasts, which had fled in terror during the battle, now dared to return to the forest.

Ye Fan returned to the Wind Clan's Eight Hundred Divine Islands. Along the way, he continuously evolved the marks of the Great Dao injury, covering his life essence, and was ultimately quite satisfied with the result.

That night, the atmosphere within the Wind Clan's sacred grounds was lively and celebratory, with many cultivators raising their cups in toasts.

The divine islands, suspended in the sky and wreathed in mist, truly felt like being in a celestial realm, so close to the stars.

Ye Fan still sat with the younger generation. The great hall at the very top was reserved for powerful lords, and none of the younger generation were qualified to enter.

Little Nannan sat obediently beside him. She was less than three years old and couldn't reach the delicacies on the white jade table, so Ye Fan continuously served her food.

The little girl was very happy, her large eyes brighter than the stars in the sky. She had a simple mind and ate with great relish.

Around them, the others felt pressured. Sitting with Ye Fan, they all sensed a vibrant fluctuation of blood energy, and recalling the battle's events, many felt restless.

The younger generation of the Wind Clan no longer dared to cause trouble; they were all well-behaved, even when offering toasts.

Feng Huang, gracefully wearing a five-colored mask, moved between the tables, but she did not linger long here, trying to avoid the area. Today's battle had deeply shaken her.

The Great Xia Imperial Prince, Demon Moon Sky (Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace), the little nun in white, and others congratulated Ye Fan on his victory, acting without reservation as if no one else was present.

Afterwards, the Shaking Light Holy Son also approached, raising his cup in congratulations. Divine radiance flowed through his body, giving him an otherworldly aura that made him instantly recognizable even amidst a crowd.

Ye Fan remembered something: the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had once said he wanted to compete with the Shaking Light Holy Son, but after being sealed in the Divine Fire Furnace and emerging, he never boasted again. What exactly happened during that time could perhaps be inferred from this. Ye Fan couldn't help but feel a chill; the Shaking Light Holy Son was absolutely unfathomable.

At the same time, he recalled the Shaking Light Holy Son's attempt to trade an ancient scripture for his Phoenix Blood Red Gold when they were in the Primordial Restricted Zone.

The Shaking Light Holy Son had explicitly stated that it was not a scripture from the Shaking Light Holy Land but a partial scroll he had obtained during his travels.

Ye Fan pondered seriously. This person definitely had great fortuitous encounters, cultivated more than one ancient scripture, and likely possessed heaven-defying abilities.

Ye Fan pondered the Shaking Light Holy Son because he was difficult to see through, always presenting unsettling uncertainties, yet he never initiated trouble.

As the banquet was nearing its end, a figure with white hair and beard, resembling an old immortal, approached the area where the young elites were gathered.

Ye Fan's head ached. He quickly stood up to salute. The renowned Divine Physician Wang from the Central Region had arrived. This person's medical skills were divine, he was a great power himself, and his reputation was immense.

"The Divine King showed great kindness to my ancestors. If I cannot heal your Dao injury, I would feel deeply ashamed. You don't need to perform such a grand salute," the old immortal-like figure said, taking Ye Fan's arm.

Almost in an instant, his expression flickered with surprise, but he quickly concealed it, remaining calm as he diagnosed Ye Fan.

Ye Fan knew he was caught. Divine Physician Wang was indeed terrifyingly skilled; the Great Dao injury marks he had simulated could not possibly fool him, he must have seen through them.

"Please keep this confidential, Senior!" Ye Fan secretly transmitted, feeling uneasy. This was a Saint Lord-level figure, a supreme combatant of their era.

"You truly exceeded my expectations, and you have not wasted Senior Divine King's efforts," Divine Physician Wang nodded, also secretly transmitting, "You can rest assured. The Divine King was greatly kind to my ancestors, and I will protect you and dispel the suspicions of other Saint Lord-level figures."

Ye Fan relaxed, feeling that his gamble had paid off; the other party indeed remembered the Divine King's past kindness. At the same time, he was also startled.

The Wind Clan's Saint Lord had stopped him, and other Saint Lord-level figures harbored suspicions. These were subtle matters that could evolve into dreadful consequences!

"Come with me. I will announce to the outside world that I am treating you."

"Alright, thank you, Senior!"

Subsequently, Divine Physician Wang publicly announced that Ye Fan had only fourteen days left to live. This news immediately caused a sensation.

"He's really going to die! Even the peerless divine physician has confirmed it. It seems there's no hope for recovery!"

"Unbelievable! The Sacred Body, even on the verge of death, still possesses such vigorous blood energy. Truly worthy of a physique capable of contending with Great Emperors!"

On the Wind Clan's Eight Hundred Divine Islands, numerous cultivators were discussing heatedly. Ye Fan's outstanding combat prowess had unsettled many, so upon hearing this news, a great burden was lifted from their hearts.

"To survive, one must only sever their cultivation and revert to a mortal body." This was the second piece of news announced by Divine Physician Wang.

At this point, even the various Saint Lords in the grand hall were startled, but no one said much; they merely watched in silence.

Among the younger generation, many smiled openly. Such an unparalleled enemy was finally going to die, no longer posing a threat.

The younger generation of the Wind Clan, who had originally settled down, now became active again, fearless of Ye Fan, and boldly came to pour him wine.

The Purple Mansion Holy Son said nothing, a divine light flashing and disappearing in his eyes as he took a deep drink. Yao Xi let out a long breath of relief; her leverage had been in Ye Fan's hands, causing her constant unease, but now she could truly relax.

Feng Huang's eyes flickered as she gracefully approached, poured Ye Fan a cup of wine, and said, "It's always better to live than to die. You've had a glorious conclusion, and living a simple mortal life is also a return to true nature. I wish you all the best."

The Great Xia Imperial Prince, Demon Moon Sky, the little nun in white, and others also came over one after another. They offered sincere comfort, all suggesting that Ye Fan could accompany them.

Zhao Fa's lips curled into a hint of mockery, which he only suppressed when he got closer. He said, "Brother Ye, life always has its ups and downs; don't dwell on it."

With that, he patted Ye Fan's shoulder. Had it been before, he would never have dared to be so casual.

Ye Fan didn't mind. Only he and Divine Physician Wang knew whether the Great Dao injury marks were real. Seeing these interactions, he immediately chuckled and said, "Brother Zhao, perhaps one day I'll come to you to sell a Holy Sword."

Zhao Fa laughed heartily, "I've been looking forward to it!"

The Shaking Light Holy Son also came over, respectfully offered a toast, and said, "Take care!"

After dawn, Ye Fan left with Divine Physician Wang, leaving behind a wealth of discussion topics. People speculated about his fate, and many waited and watched.

"These foolish birds..." the big black dog sneered, carrying Little Nannan on its back. "Just wait and see their jaws drop later."

Li Heishui also burst into laughter, saying, "Let's see what their expressions will be like then!"

Divine Physician Wang's reclusive abode was located in a stretch of immortal veins in the Central Region, near a vast, primitive wilderness.

He had entered the Dao through medicine, and on ordinary days, he needed to taste a hundred herbs and refine divine pills, solely to facilitate his movement in and out of this great wilderness.

A person of Divine Physician Wang's temperament was left somewhat speechless by the Black Emperor's nonsense along the way, staring at it, unsure what to say.

Ye Fan brought up Little Nannan's problem, asking Divine Physician Wang if there was any way to treat her constant memory loss.

"This child is quite special, indescribably so..." Divine Physician Wang was quite surprised, staring at Little Nannan, then looking at the colorful small stone, seemingly lost in distant memories.

After traversing endless great mountains and crossing many ranges, they finally reached the edge of the great wilderness, arriving at Divine Physician Wang's thatched hut.

Here, by the cliff, waterfalls flowed and springs gushed, ancient pines stood tall, and immortal cranes danced. It was truly a pure land for cultivation.

"Wait, this place is quite remarkable. I think the area ahead must be even more magnificent, comparable to a divine land!" The big black dog showed a surprised expression.

"You, dog, certainly have some discernment," Divine Physician Wang nodded, then pointed ahead and said, "Those endless mountains truly have a significant origin."

Ye Fan and the others flew high into the sky and looked forward, their hearts shaken. Each mountain range resembled a massive dragon, exuding immense power and appearing majestic and imposing.

"This is a land of soaring dragons, full of dragon veins, truly invaluable. One could say it's a heaven-reaching place, capable of giving birth to a Holy Land. It should be in the hands of the most ancient lineages," the big black dog exclaimed in surprise.

"This was once an extremely flourishing Holy Land, but a monumental change occurred six thousand years ago, and it ceased to exist," Divine Physician Wang sighed.

"What? Is this...?" Ye Fan was surprised, realizing where they might be.

"This is the ruin of the Heavenly Revolving Holy Land, which was extremely flourishing six thousand years ago!" Divine Physician Wang revealed the answer.

It was once an incredibly powerful Holy Land, but it had completely declined, becoming utterly desolate. Old vines covered the mountains, and ape cries and tiger roars filled the air, making it a habitat for various exotic beasts.

Ancient trees reached to the sky, and dense forests completely obscured everything of the past, transforming it into a primitive dragon vein.

Suddenly, a loud cry echoed, shaking the mountains, causing countless leaves to fall from the trees, and frightening birds and beasts to cower on the ground.

"How can this crying be so terrifying?!" Everyone present was startled.

"It's coming from the deepest part of the Heavenly Revolving ruins. Has someone perhaps survived in the underground palace for six thousand years?!"

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