Chapter 486: Provoking the Sage

The Ziwei Sect was vast and boundless, filled with auspicious energy. Purple peaks stood side by side, home to countless rare elixirs that had grown for tens of thousands of years, their spiritual energy permeating the air. As Ye Fan and his companions entered this ancient land, they could smell a refreshing fragrance. On the sheer cliffs and by ancient trees, rare and precious herbs could occasionally be seen.

"On that purple cliff, there's a 'Dragon Bone Divine Orchid' that's at least fifteen thousand years old! It's a peerless spirit medicine!" The Big Black Dog's old habit resurfaced, its large, bell-like eyes glowing green, as if it wanted to pounce and snatch it immediately.

Range after range of mountains shimmered with colorful light, enveloped in mist and clouds. Sheer cliffs and strangely shaped rocks rose majestically, resembling an immortal land.

Beyond the strangely beautiful stone mountains, many ranges teemed with vibrant life. The mountainsides were covered with exotic trees, gnarled and powerful like coiling dragons, swaying and emitting a shimmering green light.

Great white waterfalls plunged from the mountain peaks, cutting through ribbons of mist, appearing incredibly ethereal and magnificent.

On almost every purple peak, one or two precious herbs over ten thousand years old could be found. These alone, not to mention anything else, were priceless.

The Ziwei Sect had an ancient heritage, existing for over a hundred thousand years. It was natural for them to possess such a profound foundation, yet it still astonished Ye Fan and his companions.

This was an ancient land, carefully cultivated by ancestors, containing many rare treasures that ordinary great sects could not compare to.

Several young disciples from the Ziwei Sect accompanied them, leading the way. Each of them felt uneasy, as the disheveled, strange man made them nervous.

Legend had it that ancient saints possessed boundless power, capable of anything, beyond human comprehension. They were like walking gods in the world, inspiring awe.

Even in ancient times, such individuals were rarely born, which is why they were revered as saints, admired by all races and honored for countless generations.

The sky above the ancient Ziwei land was studded with stars, as if they were in the boundless cosmos. Even the main peaks had starlight flowing over them, creating a magnificent sight.

Soon, the Sect Master of Ziwei and many Grand Elders personally came out to greet them. Facing an entity comparable to an ancient saint, no one dared to act presumptuously.

The arrival of such a "divine being" left them all bewildered. If he had come to exact justice, how could they possibly resist? Could they use their supposed hidden reserves? But this was a living, unharmed saint—unbeatable!

"Senior, your esteemed presence caught us unprepared; please forgive our lack of a proper welcome!" These individuals bowed deeply in respectful homage, their hearts filled with trepidation.

As for the younger generation of the Ziwei Sect, they dared not even breathe, following at the very back and bowing. In their hearts, they cursed Ye Fan: *How could he bring such a god? Simply showing up uninvited would terrify people to death!*

The old madman said nothing, his hollow eyes fixed on the stars above the ancient Ziwei land, particularly the central purple star, as if lost in thought.

"Seniors, we apologize for disturbing your peaceful cultivation..." Ye Fan interjected, explaining that the old madman was walking among mortals, undergoing an alternative form of "seclusion" in preparation for a breakthrough. Therefore, the old madman was indifferent to everything external, perhaps even wandering the cosmos at that moment. *He wants to break through even further?* The great figures of the Ziwei Sect exchanged bewildered glances. An ancient saint still aiming for breakthroughs—was he going to leave anyone else a chance to live?

Ye Fan was very humble and did not use the old madman's saintly power to intimidate them. A mere visit was enough; the Ziwei Sect would surely not dare to trouble him again in the future.

The old madman could not accompany him indefinitely; he might disappear soon. For now, Ye Fan could only leverage this influence to make the various Sacred Lands wary.

"Uncle doesn't like to talk; Big Brother is telling the truth..." Little Nannan innocently chimed in, then the small child began to "climb the tree," tugging at the old madman's clothes, trying to get on him.

The great figures of the Ziwei Sect were utterly dumbfounded. In this era, perhaps only this little girl would dare to "climb a tree" on an entity comparable to an ancient saint.

The Big Black Dog stepped forward and hoisted Little Nannan onto the old madman's shoulder. The little girl showed no fear and settled herself there.

The people from the Ziwei Sect dared not disturb the old madman as he strolled through the ancient land. Instead, they pulled Ye Fan aside and asked, "How did you come to know that senior?"

"We are old acquaintances; one might say he's half my master. He once taught me the Heaven Swirl Steps. This is merely a reunion," Ye Fan said with a smile.

The people of the Ziwei Sect were instantly petrified. They immediately guessed the identity of the disheveled man: he was the only surviving mad elder of the Heaven Swirl Sacred Land!

The Big Black Dog barked, "Are you trying to kill Ye Fan?" It spoke very directly, like a blunt youth, but this was clearly intentional, playing the bad cop to exert pressure.

"How could that be..." A high-ranking figure of the Ziwei Sect wiped cold sweat from his brow, feeling extremely guilty as he glanced at the old madman not far away.

If this saint were provoked, he could overturn the entire ancient Ziwei land. Who would dare to court such disaster now?

"But we heard it with our own ears not long ago," the Big Black Dog persisted, its voice loud.

In the distance, Little Nannan, sitting on the old madman's shoulder, looked pitifully and said, "Grandpa, please don't kill Big Brother, okay?"

*Oh no, would we dare to kill him? Little ancestor, please don't act so innocent.* The great figures of the Ziwei Sect were terrified. Little Nannan, sitting on a saint's shoulder and making such a plea, made their hair stand on end.

"Grandpas, please don't kill us, okay?" Little Nannan continued to plead pitifully in a soft voice.

This was truly frightening; such a plea while sitting on a saint made the grand figures restless, and they all began to declare their intentions.

"It's all just a misunderstanding; nothing of the sort will ever happen."

"Rest assured, our Ziwei Sect has always been peaceful and would never do such a thing."

"From now on, the young people of our sect will be closer to you."

These grand figures had never encountered such a situation. Even the various Sacred Lands had never been challenged in this manner. Now, a few nobodies had managed to bring a saint to their doorstep.

"It's good that there's nothing like that. If you really wanted to kill us, the saint wouldn't stand idly by," the Big Black Dog declared brazenly.

"Seniors, please don't mind it, and don't listen to its nonsense. Actually, I came here to apologize..." Ye Fan knew when to back down, adopting a very low posture, claiming he had come to humble himself and apologize for Zhao Fa's matter.

The Ziwei Sect Master stood tall and imposing, wearing a purple-gold crown and a starry robe. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, and a large purple star hovered above his head, making him seem like a reincarnated Celestial Emperor.

On any normal day, he would not have wasted words on Ye Fan. But now, he lowered his stance and gave a slight smile, saying, "Let bygones be bygones; let's not bring up the past."

"From now on, you young people should interact more often..." The surrounding Grand Elders also spoke up.

Ye Fan and his companions entered the Ziwei Sect and were eventually personally escorted out by many Grand Elders, causing a stir throughout the central region. This was a major event.

"Are you kidding me? Bringing a saint for a visit—no one could handle that!"

"Their next stop wouldn't be Zhongzhou, would it? If they visit the Yin-Yang Sect, it'll surely be chaotic. If they clash with that supreme grand sect in Zhongzhou, it'll be an earth-shattering battle."

Outside, there was widespread discussion. Upon receiving the news, all the Sacred Lands became incredibly wary, fearing that Ye Fan, unaware of his limits, would rely on the old madman to stir up trouble at their respective homes.

If that happened, their dignity as Sacred Lands would be at stake. To fight or not to fight would put them in a dilemma.

Soon, the old madman's identity was revealed by the Ziwei Sect, causing a widespread shock: he was none other than the sole surviving peerless master of the Heaven Swirl Sacred Land!

"He's the mad elder... he's reverted to youth, and hasn't died after six thousand years! How much longer can he live?!"

"No wonder; it could only be him. He was already invincible in the Eastern Wasteland six thousand years ago. After so many years, he has naturally become comparable to an ancient saint!"

"So he was a master of his generation in the past. Has his lifespan been extended again?!"

Everyone was shaken. An unparalleled existence, already unmatched in the Eastern Wasteland six thousand years ago, had now had his lifespan extended further, without it yet reaching its end. This shocked everyone.

Given the current situation, the Heaven Swirl Sacred Land was not truly destroyed. As long as the old madman was alive, he could rebuild it at any time with his peerless cultivation.

Ye Fan's enemies were furious. They believed the peerless Divine King was destined to fall, and had thought their chance to slay him had arrived, but a saint suddenly emerged.

Now, even the various Sacred Lands dared not touch him. The old madman was invincible at the time; if he were to go berserk, he could definitely dismantle a Sacred Land!

This was because the present was not the past; ancient saints were almost impossible to be born. He was a living ancient scripture and a saint; who could contend against him?

Ye Fan and his companions departed, preparing to head to the Saint Cliff. They had no intention of visiting the other Sacred Lands. Ye Fan merely leveraged the old madman's power to ensure his own survival and did not wish to cause trouble.

However, on this day, the Eastern Wasteland was greatly shaken. The various Sacred Land Masters came one after another to pay homage and respectfully meet the old madman.

The Sacred Lands were very uneasy. The old madman's mind was clearly no longer very confused, and his extreme taciturnity surely meant he had recalled all past events.

In the past, the various Sacred Lands had looted the Heaven Swirl Sacred Land clean. What would happen when this saint understood everything?

If he were to become enraged and attack the great Sacred Lands, it would undoubtedly be a catastrophe of rivers of blood. Not a single one of them could remain calm.

When Ye Fan and his group entered Wangkong City, the entire street fell silent. Everyone stepped aside, leaving only the Sacred Land Masters to respectfully welcome the old madman.

Everyone's expression was incredibly devout. They were all extremely cautious, bowing in grand ceremonies; no one dared to be negligent.

The Sacred Master of the Jiang Family, the Sacred Master of the Feng Clan, the Sacred Master of the Ji Family, the Sacred Master of Yaoguang, the Sacred Master of Zifu, the Sacred Master of Wanchu, the Sacred Lady Master of Yaochi...

On this day, the Eastern Wasteland was greatly shaken, as if a tsunami had engulfed the land. The whole world watched, and everyone discussed it.

A named saint had emerged, his lifespan extended once more. Even people in Zhongzhou knew, and the region was in an uproar!

The entire Yin-Yang Sect fell silent, completely speechless. They no longer dared to send a single person to the Eastern Wasteland; in fact, they had already prepared to face the saint in Zhongzhou.

Beside the Ji Family Sacred Master, Ji Haoyue and Ji Ziyue accompanied him. Both had the opportunity to pay homage to the contemporary saint, as these two were their future hopes.

It was widely known that the Divine King Body had battled the Yin-Yang Saint Son in the Southern Region, forcing him to spit blood before stopping. Now, hearing that Ye Fan had personally slain the Yin-Yang Saint Son, he carefully observed Ye Fan.

Little Moonlight of the Ji Family had dimples on her cheeks, and her small canine teeth gleamed. She felt a great sense of relief upon learning that Ye Fan had sacrificed his cultivation to survive. She really wanted to squeeze over, but the Divine King Body stopped her, causing her to pout and softly grumble.

By the side of the Jiang Family Sacred Master, Jiang Yifei accompanied him. Dressed in snow-white robes, he was as handsome as jade and exceptionally refined, making it impossible for him to go unnoticed.

He left a deep impression on Ye Fan. Like Hua Yunfei and the Yaoguang Saint Son, he possessed a very unique spiritual charm.

By now, Ye Fan was certain that Jiang Yifei was not the mysterious Divine King Body of the Jiang Family. However, he felt that this person was probably unfathomable, not a Divine King Body but certainly no weaker than the Jiang Family's young Divine King.

Beside the Feng Clan Sacred Master, Feng Huang accompanied him, looking at Ye Fan with a complex expression. That Ye Fan had managed to bring forth a saint, and had slain the Yaoguang Saint Son with a half-crippled body, deeply shocked her. The potential of the Sacred Body was much greater than she had imagined.

In addition, the Yaochi Saintess, the Daoyi Saintess, the Zifu Saintess, and others also came with their respective Sect Masters to meet the old madman.

"What do these Sacred Masters mean by bringing their sects' strongest Saint Sons and Saintesses?" Li Heishui wondered with uncertainty.

"Greetings, Senior. We are willing to send our strongest successors to Heaven Swirl to assist the saint in rebuilding its glory and allowing it to reappear in the world," the Sacred Masters declared in unison.

"Damn, what a grand gesture! Do they dare to do that?!" Even the Big Black Dog was stunned.

Wangkong City was utterly silent, especially this ancient street. One could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked towards them, each person waiting.

Yet, the old madman remained silent, not uttering a word for a long time.

Some Sacred Masters broke into a cold sweat. They had plundered the Heaven Swirl Sacred Land clean, and now this saint was not only alive and present, but his mind was also no longer muddled, which filled them with immense worry.

"We are willing to provide everything to restore Heaven Swirl to its former glory!" a Sacred Master spoke again.

The others, not wanting to fall behind, echoed his words, all earnestly requesting the restoration of Heaven Swirl's glory and the resurgence of this once exceedingly prosperous Sacred Land.

The Sacred Lands possessed powerful "hidden reserves" that could contend with world-shaking combat power. However, after such a battle, they would likely be incredibly weakened for a considerable period.

This was because the old madman was a contemporary saint, unharmed and uninjured, in his prime, with a very long lifespan. He could fight any kind of enemy!

If he were to unleash his full power, he would exhaust the "hidden reserves" of the Sacred Lands because he could fight prolonged battles. That would be a catastrophic outcome!

"Let what has passed, pass..." The old madman finally spoke. A gentle breeze blew, his thick black hair danced, revealing his bronze-colored face.

He had a very righteous appearance: a straight nose, a square mouth, and a face as if carved by a knife, showing immense resolve. Only his eyes were bottomless, like two deep abysses.

Suddenly, snow-white petals drifted down from the sky. Each petal was as large as a palm, and every single one was stained with streaks of blood.

"The Human World..." Many people's expressions changed simultaneously. This was a high-profile assassination move by the ancient killer divine dynasty, something only done before the Desolate Ancient Era. Were they truly making a strong comeback now?

"The Sacred Body must be slain!"

In heaven and earth, these four words reverberated like rolling thunder. Then, a snow-white petal, more than half a person's height, drifted down.

"A Kill Order from the Human World!"

"This is a divine dynasty's kill order, issued only after accepting a commission from at least a 'Human' level client!"

Someone exclaimed, revealing its significance.

On that large, pristine white petal, images of worldly vicissitudes were carved, representing the Human World, and then two characters were inscribed in blood: "Ye Fan."

This was a kill order from an ancient killer divine dynasty, issued even when a saint offered protection. This was a truly intriguing matter!

"If you want me, then come!" Ye Fan roared.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and countless black petals, like dark jade, began to fall, also stained with streaks of blood.

"What? Hell has also appeared! This is their killer order!"

"The ancient killer divine dynasty, Hell, has also appeared!"

People exclaimed again, their faces all changing color.

Finally, a huge black petal fell. Carved upon it was a deity breaking free from shackles and emerging from hell, representing this ancient killer divine dynasty.

Additionally, two characters were inscribed in blood: "Ye Fan!"

It was still a kill order. The ancient killer divine dynasty, Hell, had also received at least ten or more commissions to kill one person.

"So many ancient lineages have actually contacted both the Human World and Hell to slay the Sacred Body..." Everyone's expressions changed.

Knowing that he was accompanied by a saint, yet still daring to issue a kill order—the terror of the Human World and Hell sent shivers down people's spines.