Chapter 511: Great Tumult

In the dead of night, the thick, dark clouds had dispersed, and starlight, like flowing water, cascaded down, bringing a profound tranquility to the ancient city.

Yet, peace did not reign within the city walls. A pungent scent of blood permeated the air, and a thick aura of death hung heavy, as if an Asura's battlefield had descended upon the human world.

The giant millstone formed by the Primordial Killing Formation had vanished. Under the cold moonlight, the ground was covered in a thick layer of bloody mud, along with fragments of white bones.

It was a chilling sight: bone shards mixed with flesh and mud. Anyone who witnessed it firsthand would be terrified; it was a living hell on earth.

Everyone except Jiang Huai'an had died; not a single person had managed to escape. Such was the power of the ancient Great Emperor's formation patterns; even a mere incomplete corner of it had annihilated everyone.

Ye Fan stood within the ancient killing formation. He did not see Yao Xi or the Grand Evolution Saint Son, Xiang Yifei. They had certainly come for him as well, but had not entered the formation.

He gazed at the night sky, unable to detect a single trace of energy. Those who had not entered the formation had all been scared away, intimidated by the might of the Primordial Killing Formation; no one dared to remain.

Much later, shadowy figures appeared on the horizon. People emerged, observing the site from afar, and all were struck with terror, a chill running from head to toe.

In the dead of night, the moonlight was soft, but the entire ancient city was overwhelmingly oppressive. There was not a sound, and no one was seen lurking about.

Ye Fan started a large fire. The bone fragments and bloody mud on the ground burned, crackling in the flames, eventually turning into ash, completely incinerated.

Suddenly, he looked up, feeling a sense of danger, but found nothing.

"Could a Saint Lord-level figure have arrived," Ye Fan wondered, startled, "or are formidable assassins from the ancient killer dynasty spying on us?"

"Let's leave here!" Wu Zhongtian, Jiang Huairen, and the others also did not wish to linger. This place would become the center of a storm; it was best to depart early.

The Black Emperor drew formation patterns, then erased the Primordial Killing Formation. With a flash of light, they teleported away, vanishing from the spot.

The next day, when the news broke, it caused a huge uproar!

This time in Yan Yun Ancient City, the invaders suffered endless casualties. It was unknown how many had lost their lives, as bodies fell in swaths.

Among them were five Half-Step Grand powerful beings, all overlords of their respective regions. If they had been able to advance further and evolve their own Dao, they would have been figures comparable to the various Saint Lords. Unfortunately, they perished there.

"What? Half-Step Grand powerful beings have fallen?""What cultivation level has Ye Fan's group reached? How could they possess such methods?!"

"Is this true? Grand experts from the Dragon Transformation realm were mown down like weeds, one batch after another, with countless casualties!"

"Everything is true; I witnessed it myself last night. It was truly a living hell on earth! Human lives were cheaper than grass; no matter how powerful you were, you couldn't withstand a single strike from the killing formation!"

"This is groundbreaking! People from the Dragon Transformation realm died in droves! Although they concealed their true identities, it's obvious they were from the major sects."

"What terrifying methods! One battle annihilated everyone. This young man inspires awe!"

The battle of the bloody night triggered an earthquake. No one had imagined Ye Fan possessed such methods, daring to annihilate all the powerful cultivators. Everyone gasped in shock.

At daybreak, Ye Fan released Little Nannan from the jade purification bottle. The battle last night had been too bloody; he had not allowed the little girl to watch.

At this moment, they were in an oasis, temporarily avoiding the commotion. They knew without a doubt that the outside world must be in an uproar.

Liu Kou carried a person and threw him heavily onto the ground, asking, "How should we deal with him?" This was the only captive who had survived the killing formation.

Jiang Huai'an was filled with dread. As a grand expert of the Eighth Transformation of the Dragon, his Sea of Rundown had been crippled by an arrow, and his divine power had withered. He was utterly disheartened.

"You... what do you want?" His voice trembled. It was better to live miserably than to die; he did not want to die.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you," Ye Fan said, glancing at him.

Passing by a small village, Ye Fan stopped. He circled a fish pond once and said, "This place is very suitable for you to retire."

Jiang Huai'an's face instantly turned green. He found a latrine in front of the fish pond, and recalling Ye Fan's previous words, he felt like dying.

Ye Fan threw him out like a javelin. With a "plop," a large splash erupted, and a foul stench filled the air.

"Ugh..." Jiang Huai'an nearly vomited bile, feeling so nauseated he almost passed out. He cried out, "You... you can't do this!"

Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "Your Sea of Rundown is crippled, but your Dao Palace still exists, so you can at least live for one or two hundred years. How about this? I don't want to kill you, so I'll just suppress you for a hundred years."

"No... help!" Jiang Huai'an cried out, wishing he could slap himself to death. Why provoke these people? They could even come up with such preposterous ideas.

Ye Fan ignored him. Beams of light shot from his ten fingers, sealing him at the very bottom of the latrine. Then he carved a stone tablet and pressed it down.

"Finally, I got my revenge!" Li Heishui burst into laughter. "Those bastards from the Jiang clan were too despicable; they deserved to be suppressed like this!"

"We should capture Jiang Yichen," Liu Kou said, his resentment hard to quell. "That brat is the most hateful; it would be a disservice to ourselves not to suppress him."

Over the next few days, the commotion did not subside but intensified. So many people had died—powerful rogue cultivators and experts from sacred lands alike—becoming the focus of public discussion.

"Do you know? The Purple Mansion Saint Son is dead, cleaved in half by Ye Fan's sword."

"What? That's impossible! That's too shocking!"

"It's absolutely true, but no one will explicitly state it. That night, among those who attacked Ye Fan, was this Saint Son. Unfortunately, he was cut down like an extra."

"Heavens, this is astonishing news! Will the Purple Mansion Holy Land let this rest? Their future Saint Lord was just annihilated like that!"

"The Purple Mansion Saint Son changed his appearance to ambush the Saint Body, but ended up sacrificing himself; who is to blame? Even for a powerful Holy Land, there's no way to openly seek revenge."

In recent years, it was the first time a Saint Son had died in the Eastern Wasteland. This naturally caused a huge uproar, with people in every street and alley discussing it.

People knew that the great era of rising kings had arrived. There would surely be continuous battles, and the fall of Saint Son-level figures was inevitable. It was just unknown who would emerge supreme and stand above their generation.

"The Saint Body is so powerful! He has slain a Saint Son from the Central Plains and another from the Eastern Wasteland. He keeps setting precedents, sweeping everything before him."

"He massacred so many powerful cultivators with a world-shaking killing formation, and then personally cut down a Saint Son as if he were a mere extra. This was definitely intentional!"

People discussed animatedly, everyone trying to uncover the inside story.

Sure enough, soon after, another astonishing piece of news spread: The Myriad Beginnings Saint Son had also died!

"Two Saint Sons dead in one night?!"

People stared in disbelief. The Purple Mansion Saint Son wasn't the only one; there was also the Myriad Beginnings Saint Son, leaving countless cultivators stunned.

"This truly overturns everything! Two Saint Sons, both dead! The era of continuous great battles has arrived!"

The Eastern Wasteland was shaken!

The battle of the bloody night was even more shocking than people had imagined. No one had ever expected Ye Fan to kill two Saint Sons in succession.

"These are the great sects of the Saint Sons..."

"The Saint Body is gaining ground rapidly; it doesn't seem like he crippled himself. Could Divine Doctor Wang have been lying?"

Many people were discussing this.

Half a month later, Liu Kou flew back excitedly, laughing loudly, "I activated some of my connections, and they really worked!"

Liu Kou brought news: Jiang Yichen was coming out to attend the Jade Lake Grand Gathering. This was a good opportunity to capture him.

"Are you sure?" Wu Zhongtian asked.

"The news came from Sun Kun's people; it should be accurate."

Sun Kun was the adopted son of the Tenth Great Bandit, Bie Tianyun, and also a descendant of a great bandit. Their relationship was very close.

Without another word, the group crossed through the void to the Jade Lake Holy Land. Of course, they didn't actually enter but waited outside.

The Jade Lake pure land was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the songs of birds. Its scenery was picturesque, like a painting. From a distance, it looked as if one had arrived at a land of immortals.

"That brat really came!"

After waiting for several days, Ye Fan and his companions saw Jiang Yichen walking with a middle-aged man in purple robes.

The middle-aged man in purple robes had a magnificent bearing. He walked with the powerful strides of a dragon and tiger, appearing extraordinary, like a Heavenly Emperor descended. He was precisely the Jiang clan's extremely formidable Thirteenth Grand-Ancestor.

"We can't afford to provoke this legendary Thirteenth Elder..." the big black dog muttered.

Not only was this person's magic power immense, but he also possessed a fragment of the Hengyu Great Emperor's formation lineage. If he were to lock onto them, their chances of survival would be slim.

"Are you sure the spatial trap you set up is effective? We're practically pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth here!" Li Heishui said.

"This is a secret technique from before the Primordial Era," the big black dog said. "I don't believe he'll be so careful as to protect Jiang Yichen every single step."

This Thirteenth Grand-Ancestor was extremely powerful and very arrogant. He surely wouldn't expect anyone to dare snatch someone right under his nose. This was a conclusion the group had reached after thoroughly studying his character.

"Alright, he's entered that area now. Blackie, activate!" Ye Fan urged.

The big black dog activated the formation patterns. The distant space blurred, and Jiang Yichen was instantly trapped within, letting out a startled cry.

"Hmph!"

The Thirteenth Grand-Ancestor let out a cold snort, reaching out to grab him. But the blurred space flickered, and a black hole appeared, through which Jiang Yichen's figure continuously traversed.

"A continuous spatial trap..." The Thirteenth Grand-Ancestor was startled. He quickly etched formation patterns in the void, hoping to stabilize this space with the most profound innate patterns.

"Too late!" the big black dog thought, grinning secretly. "Aside from your cultivation, this Emperor's mastery of Dao patterns far surpasses yours!"

*Boom!*

All the black holes vanished. The void was undisturbed and returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Let's go too!" Ye Fan and his group quickly traversed the void, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The Thirteenth Grand-Ancestor reacted swiftly. The moment Jiang Yichen vanished, he immediately locked onto Ye Fan and his group's direction. With a long howl, he arrived in the blink of an eye.

However, when he arrived, everything had returned to calm. He hadn't even seen who his enemies were.

"Good, good, good! To dare snatch someone from my hands, you must have eaten the guts of gods!" He stood there for a long time, silently deducing something.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the big black dog let out a long howl, appearing in a desert. "You want to deduce my methods?" he said. "Go ahead and try."

"You..."

On a sacrificial altar ahead, Jiang Yichen's figure emerged. He had been dragged to this location by the spatial trap and was trapped on the blood-colored platform.

"Big nephew, we meet again," Jiang Huairen said, walking over with ill intent.

"Hey kid, we really missed you," Li Heishui said, continuously cracking his knuckles and chuckling.

Jiang Yichen was filled with regret. Why had he gone to the Jade Lake? Now he was cornered by these few people. There was nothing worse than this; he truly wished he could just smash his head and die.

"Big nephew, why aren't you speaking when you see your uncle?" Jiang Huairen asked with a smile.

"Weren't you going to kill us?" Li Heishui laughed heartily. "When you were in the Jiang clan, you summoned wind and rain, so mighty. Go on, continue now!"

"This brat isn't much," the Black Emperor commented from the side. "I wouldn't even take him as my human pet. I'm going to choose a peerless Saintess at the Jade Lake Grand Gathering."