Chapter 643: Bloodstained Immortal Land

Behind Ye Fan, eighty-one enormous waterfalls surged upwards, defying gravity and rushing towards the sky. They resembled a stampede of ten thousand horses or an ocean pouring back into the heavens, ascending straight to the clouds.

These were streaks of immortal light emanating from the lake, transforming into a divine power waterfall that shielded Ye Fan's back, defending against terrifying attacks.

The Flying Immortal Art, an incredibly potent secret technique, was created by Emperor Ruthless specifically to counter the Nine Secrets. It possessed the power of a flying immortal, transcending the extreme limits of human cultivation.

A brilliant radiance clashed against numerous golden vortices, from which waves of ancient Buddhist chants resonated, as if echoing from primordial times!

It was a terrifying sight: three hundred and sixty golden vortices, each resembling a nascent star domain, with a divine being seated cross-legged within, slowly opening their eyes.

A loud boom reverberated.

With a violent tremor, all the divine beings within the vortices interwove golden laws, and a golden ancient temple descended from the sky. Golden-bodied Arhats and Bodhisattvas floated around it, their bodies swirling.

The Flying Immortal power, combined with this terrifying golden force, could cleave through the heavens and shatter the earth!

"Li Xiaoman..." Cold light flickered in Ye Fan's eyes. He suddenly turned back, only to see vast, abyssal magical power surging towards him from a distance, like an ocean.

In the past, Hua Yunfei had a guardian whose avatar, a terrifying half-step mighty figure, was slain by Elder Li Ruoyu. Now, their true form had finally appeared.

He was, astonishingly, a Saint Lord-level figure, currently channeling immense magical power towards a beautiful woman in white, unleashing a world-shattering secret art.

A dark, ominous treasure vase floated above her head, emitting endless terrifying fluctuations. Li Xiaoman was fighting by borrowing the power of a mighty figure, and her secret art was exceptionally dreadful!

Ye Fan let out a cold snort, his eyes instantly deepening like the cosmic starry sky. The Golden Taiji Circle hummed through the nine heavens, slowly rotating.

Simultaneously, the Six Forbidden Immortal Seals emerged together, manifesting the forces of heaven and earth—earth, fire, wind, and water rotated. Wisps of primordial chaos diffused, as if creating the world and evolving the nascent energy of all things!

Next, the nine ancient characters recorded in the Dao Scripture leaped forth one after another, imprinting themselves upon the void and consolidating within the small world that had been created.

A fierce collision and silent, scorching light engulfed the Immortal Transformation Pool. Ye Fan utterly shattered the golden ancient temple and the Flying Immortal power, causing them all to collapse.

However, with this obstruction, Wang Teng had already surged forward, his eyes like icy swords, radiating murderous intent. He fixed his gaze on Ye Fan's green copper and attacked.

This was a battle to the death. Besides Wang Teng, other mighty figures also rushed in. Faced with the Central Province's supreme treasure, as described by the elders, how could those old antiques not be excited? They would never allow him to take it.

"Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor: Annihilation!" Pang Bo roared, and a two-inch-long purple miniature sword shot out from his mouth. It was crystal-clear, as if dripping, and then it darted away like lightning.

Ye Fan activated his Origin Technique, drawing forth endless immortal light and forcibly channeling it into Pang Bo's body, granting him infinite magical power to participate in the fierce battle.

People were awestruck; the "Heavenly Source Book" was truly an extraordinary tome, possessing inconceivable mystical profoundness in such a special place, capable of shocking immortals and intimidating deities.

However, Ye Fan was also in a difficult situation. Using the Origin Technique was exceptionally energy-consuming, and facing so many powerful enemies, he truly felt overwhelmed.

Ah...

The two-inch-long purple miniature sword, though crystal-clear like a water droplet, was exceptionally sharp. It transformed into a streak of purple light, flying past and severing the heads of three half-step mighty figures.

"Poison!"

Ye Fan and Wang Teng clashed head-on, like two war gods colliding. A vast divine light surged forth, repelling even mighty figures, and both sides fought with bloodshot eyes.

"Kill!"

Battle cries shook the heavens as numerous experts surged forward relentlessly from all directions. Ye Fan felt immense pressure; so many people were after the green copper in his hand, and he simply couldn't kill them all.

Moreover, among them were many Saint Lord-level figures. Such terrifying cultivators posed an immense threat to him; any one of their blows could shatter him.

"Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor: Spirit Wound!"

Pang Bo roared again, his eyes shimmering with silver light, from which two silver true dragons shot forth. They coiled around a three-inch-long crimson jade miniature spear, destroying all illusions and piercing towards the origin of the crowd.

Ah... A mighty figure who had attacked Ye Fan shrieked in agony, his glabella struck and split open with a fissure that could no longer close.

Every one of the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor was world-shaking and ghost-weeping. This particular strike, powered by immortal light, was truly boundless in its terror; even a mighty figure could not withstand its formidable cleaving power.

"Pfft!"

With a soft sound, that person's head split open, then turned into a pulpy mess. They died an unnatural death, with no hope of resurrection.

All around, people were horrified. Their gazes at Pang Bo held both fear and disbelief. The Azure Emperor had only recently passed, his divine might immeasurable, yet now someone was already unleashing his supreme secret art.

"Boom!"

Aided by Pang Bo, Ye Fan crashed through the golden ancient war chariot. Shielded by the Golden Taiji Circle, he charged out, sealing a mighty figure with the nine ancient characters from the Dao Scripture. Streaks of immortal light flew in from the lake.

"Ah!" A prolonged shriek of agony. The nine characters spun, sealing him within a small world-cage, where he then turned into a pile of ashes.

"Go!" Ye Fan roared, taking the lead and fighting his way down the mountain. They absolutely could not stay here. Although there might still be fragments of imperial weapons in the lake, with the green copper now in his possession, he had become the target of everyone. If they didn't leave immediately, they would surely die here.

"Kill!" The shouts of battle were deafening. They moved like flying, carving out a bloody path as they rushed down the mountain.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Wang Teng pursued them from behind, driving the golden ancient war chariot, while other powerful experts continuously intercepted them. It was a blood-soaked path.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

Ye Fan fought back against the Northern Emperor, and Pang Bo was equally valiant. The Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor were unleashed simultaneously, merging with the Nine Divine Weapons, devastating all around them.

The nine jade weapons, though delicate and small, were all King-tier Divine Weapons. They were invincible wherever they went, simply unstoppable, forcing even those of the same cultivation level to retreat.

Ye Fan also brought out his black ancient war chariot and stood upon it. At the same time, he wielded the God-Beating Whip and had the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron hovering above his head, sweeping across all the powerful enemies.

This was a blood-soaked path, but the enemies were truly too numerous to be fully eliminated. Covered in blood, they reached the foot of the mountain, leaving countless bodies fallen along the path they had traversed.

However, the Northern Emperor was too powerful. He arrived driving the golden ancient chariot and was simply impossible to shake off. Along with other Saint Lord-level experts pursuing them, their situation was dire.

"Let's see where you can escape to!" The Northern Emperor was utterly confident. Once they left this place, Ye Fan's Origin Technique would be useless.

"Thwack!"

From the side, a massive, dark iron staff came crashing down. The Monkey appeared, his Fiery Eyes of Truth blazing, wielding a supreme fierce weapon that threatened to collapse heaven and earth.

He swung the staff downwards, striking the golden ancient war chariot and nearly sending Wang Teng flying. He then launched a ferocious assault.

Ye Fan's pressure immediately eased considerably. He focused on dealing with the other terrifying experts, fighting his way out, but by this point, they had much less immortal light at their disposal.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a streak of purple mist flew out from the nearby Myriad Ancient Dragon's Lair, and a small snake, barely a foot long, emerged. It was spiritual and translucent, with a group of powerful figures hot on its heels.

A Heavenly Immortal Being born from the Fantasy Divine Rod Mother Plant!

This was an invaluable immortal treasure. Six groups of older generations' eyes turned red with greed as they all gave chase. Even those besieging Ye Fan and Pang Bo paused, each unleashing their divine abilities to snatch it.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

The Nine Divine Weapons resonated simultaneously. Ye Fan channeled all the immortal light he could gather into Pang Bo's body, enabling him to activate the King-tier Divine Weapons and unleash them.

This was a terrifying display of power. The Nine Divine Weapons emerged together, weaving a blazing divine net that swept away everything in its path, causing the area ahead to collapse.

"Boom!"

The purple miniature snake was restrained by the King-tier Divine Weapons, instantly captured, and seized by Pang Bo.

"Go!"

Both knew they had committed a great taboo. Their spoils of war were too abundant, already causing intense envy, and most people would likely want to kill them quickly.

Suddenly, the Grand Emperor Sword trembled slightly, its offensive power unrivaled in the world. It emitted a wisp of ultimate imperial prestige that pressed down on them. Even this land, a blessed immortal realm, could not withstand it; the earth was on the verge of shattering and collapsing, and everyone felt as if the end of the world was nigh.

Azure mists shimmered and primordial chaos swirled. The Peacock King and the Scarlet Dragon Daoist brought forth the Demon Emperor's weapon, holding back the Grand Emperor Sword and defusing the crisis.

Ye Fan and the others fought their way out, bathed in blood. This place was too dangerous; staying even for another minute would mean a great calamity of life and death.

"Buzz!"

On the other side, another terrifying fluctuation surged forth, threatening to destroy heaven and earth. Another ultimate imperial weapon appeared, manifesting all things in creation, poised to annihilate everything.

Everyone's hearts turned cold. The immortal lineages had clearly prepared thoroughly; some had even summoned supreme imperial weapons. Who could possibly resist?

"Boom!"

The ancient Sky-Swallowing Demonic Pot revived, its mournful sigh reaching directly into people's hearts. A massive black hole materialized, and a dreadful treasure vase floated within it!

The Old Blind Man orchestrated all of this, blocking the other imperial weapon. At the same time, he teleported Li Heishui, Wu Zhongtian, and others out of the chaotic battle, allowing them to leave this troublesome place.

"The major powers have gone mad! Four imperial weapons have already appeared, and there might be one or two more. So many Great Emperor weapons clashing is something unprecedented in the last hundred thousand years!"

"This immortal land will be ruined, and the Immortal Transformation Pool might cease to exist. All the immortal treasures will be plundered!"

Everyone was horrified. They could no longer stay in this place; without an imperial weapon, they would surely die. The immortal lineages were vying with each other, intending to thoroughly dissect the Immortal Transformation Pool and the Myriad Ancient Dragon's Lair.

"Over here..." Not far away, Ji Ziyue waved her jade hand, sending a telepathic message to Ye Fan and Pang Bo, guiding them to escape.

This was a path controlled by the Ji family, firmly held in their grasp. Ji Ziyue led them safely through, escaping the chaotic battlefield.

Soon, they reunited with Wu Zhongtian, Jiang Huairen, and Li Heishui in the outer region. Together, they fled outwards, intending to leave this bleeding immortal land.

"Heh heh..." Cold laughter echoed as two mighty figures emerged side-by-side, staring at them from a mountain with sneers.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time! Now that you no longer have dragon power or the Immortal Transformation Pool, let's see how you'll borrow power!" Their gazes were sinister and their murderous aura chilling.

"Yin-Yang Sect! It's you again!" Ye Fan became enraged.

The two approached step by step, confident that everything was under control. The Origin Technique was useless outside, so they had nothing to fear. As mighty figures with infinite magical power, they could absolutely sweep aside these individuals.

With pursuers behind them and mighty figures blocking their path ahead, the situation was extremely perilous. Ye Fan attempted to mobilize the power beneath the Qinling Mountains but found it very difficult.

"I'll do it!" Ji Ziyue gnashed her gleaming little canine teeth, her large eyes sparkling with astonishing spiritual energy. She sat cross-legged in the void and declared, "I will borrow the power of heaven and earth!"

"Boom!"

A swath of immortal light flew in, disappearing into her body, and then forcefully surged into Ye Fan's glabella, instantly engulfing him.

"What kind of physique is that?!" Everyone was greatly astonished. She spoke of borrowing the power of heaven and earth, and indeed, she had.

Ye Fan immediately felt the powerful sensation he had experienced earlier. Without another word, he charged forward, manifesting the Sacred Body's phenomena. Heaven and earth resonated, rumbling loudly.

At the same time, he borrowed all of Pang Bo's Nine Divine Weapons, and standing atop the black King-tier war chariot, he charged through.

At this moment, he possessed the combat power of a mighty figure, and wielding the King-tier Divine Weapons, he could be said to be invincible among those of the same cultivation level!

Phenomena manifested, and all the King-tier weapons were unleashed. Outsiders watching such destructive power were terrified, let alone the two mighty figures caught in the thick of the battle.

Ah...

Wielding an enlarged jade halberd, Ye Fan vertically cleaved a mighty figure in half, splitting him from head to crotch. Blood splattered everywhere, and the man died an unnatural death.

"Pfft!"

The manifested phenomena shattered everything in their path. Together with the black ancient war chariot, they crushed another mighty figure into a pool of mud, who couldn't even let out a grunt.

Ji Ziyue's face turned pale. It was evident that forcibly borrowing the heaven and earth's immortal light came at a great cost; she lightly coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Ziyue, are you alright?" Ye Fan asked.

"I'm fine," she replied with a faint smile, urging everyone to quickly get moving and leave this dangerous place.

The group fled swiftly, escaping the deadly area, intent on putting a great distance between themselves and it.

Suddenly, a chill ran down Ye Fan's spine. "Something's wrong," he said, "This path feels very off."

"What's wrong?" Li Heishui asked.

"It's an instinctive feeling; this path is bad!" Ye Fan suddenly looked up, surveying the surroundings. There were no birds chirping, no beasts roaring; everything was eerily quiet.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, streaks of dark light surged from within the mountains and plains, converging in the sky to form a massive black treasure vase that bobbed and floated ominously.

"A corner of a fragmented Great Emperor formation!"

"That gigantic treasure vase in the sky resembles the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Pot; it's Emperor Ruthless's formation pattern!"

"It's them... They've acted again!" Ye Fan's expression was cold as he gazed ahead.

"Are you talking about Li Xiaoman? Even if she's heartless, she shouldn't go this far." Pang Bo said.

"It's fine. Although it's a Great Emperor formation pattern, they can't even unleash a ten-thousandth of its power. It's too fragmented. We still have a way out." Ji Ziyue blinked her large eyes.

"Still thinking of escaping?" A cold laugh sounded as Hua Yunfei's guardian appeared, standing within the formation, hands clasped behind his back, utterly indifferent.

In the distance, a woman in white stood atop the mountain peak, quietly observing everything.

"Young man, do you truly believe you're invincible just by relying on external power? There are far too many people in this world who can suppress you." On the other side, a living fossil walked over. He was Wang Yangzhan, the Sect Master of the Yin-Yang Sect.

Another cold snort echoed as Xiao Taimou appeared, standing in the east.

From the west, footsteps sounded as mighty figures from the two great Eastern Barren powers, Purple Mansion and Myriad Beginnings, appeared, blocking the way.

"Whirl!"

A golden banner flapped fiercely in the wind as experts from the Golden Family of the Northern Plains appeared, obstructing the path ahead.

Many of Ye Fan's enemies had arrived, cornering him in this place. It was truly a death trap, with no escape.