Chapter 661: Surprised to See the Void Divine King

Chapter 665: Startling Sight of the Divine King Tai Xu

A small boat drifted down the river, flanked by towering green mountains where monkeys cried and tigers roared. Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the skiff, drinking alone, as the current varied between calm and swift.

He hadn't been able to find the Black Sovereign for days; the "dead dog" was already a legend in the Eastern Wasteland, having recently almost trapped and killed the Northern Emperor, a feat that truly shook the vast Eastern Lands.

Ye Fan was not in a hurry to find anyone; as long as Little Nannan and the others were safe, he felt no worry. During this time, he traveled among the famous mountains and tributaries of the Eastern Wasteland, cultivating peacefully and naturally.

Sunset Valley, once the reclusive cultivation ground of an ancient saint, had witnessed the transformation of seas into mulberry fields. Tens of thousands of years had passed, and nothing remained.

The great river flowed eastward, eroding the grand canyon, and now Sunset Valley had become a vast marsh. The last traces left by the ancient saint had also vanished.

Ye Fan stood at the prow of the boat and poured a cup of wine into the water. As the river flowed rapidly, the small boat remained unmoving, quietly anchored, while he gazed intently.

Sunset Valley had long been submerged by the marsh; only a few mountaintops peeked above the water, winding like dragons and serpents or resembling giant tortoises gazing at the moon, creating a peculiar and strange sight.

In the past, that saint had created the "Twelve Turtle-Snake Swords," sweeping across the Eastern Wasteland and establishing a supremely renowned great sect. All the holy lands came to offer congratulations and homage.

Alas, even the greatest heritage reaches its end. After prospering greatly, it declined, concluding in just twenty thousand years—a swiftness that astonished people, vanishing like smoke and dust.

It was a pity; the "Twelve Turtle-Snake Swords" thus became a lost art, a peerless discipline that had shaken both ancient and modern times, forever gone.

Ye Fan cultivated himself, strolling freely. When he encountered such ancient sites, he naturally paid his respects, hoping to feel the traces of the ancients' path and their mental journey.

"Are the Twelve Turtle-Snake Swords related to this mountain range?" he wondered, gazing at the remaining mountaintops exposed above the water, which resembled spiritual serpents and old tortoises.

The sunset was mournfully beautiful, the setting sun like blood, dyeing the sky red. The mountaintops seemed to possess a spirit, appearing to pulsate in the afterglow, like turtles and snakes rising together.

"Is it the mountain moving, the water moving, or my heart moving?"

Ye Fan calmed his mind and concentrated, sending out his divine sense. As it spread towards all the serpent ridges and turtle mountains, in an instant, the mountains, rivers, and the rolling river water all roared loudly, emitting sounds like the great bells of Huang Zhong.

"This is..."

The spiritual imprints of past sages, spanning millennia and never extinguished, were activated by him at this moment, all resonating as if a hundred great bells were vibrating.

The river surged, rising towards the sky, and the towering cliffs rumbled and shook. Various sacred lights flickered, illuminating the entire world, making people unable to resist prostrating themselves in worship.

Ye Fan initially thought it was the imprint of that ancient saint, perhaps even triggering the "Twelve Turtle-Snake Swords," but he quickly dismissed the idea.

This was the resonance of nearly a hundred imprints, not a single powerful Dao trace. He soon understood what was happening: previous visitors, like him, had come here to pay their respects, leaving fragments of their spiritual energy imprinted on the cliffs.

"A rare and peerless discipline truly vanished in ancient times," he mused. "So many people have searched for it, but they've all been left with only regret."

Half a month later, Ye Fan had long since journeyed far, arriving in a vast wilderness where for hundreds of thousands of miles, there was no sign of human habitation, only ancient trees and the roars of beasts.

The Fallen King's Tomb was a blood-soaked land. The mountains were barren, not a blade of grass grew, and not even birds would land. It was incredibly silent, without a single breath of wind.

This was a truly desolate land. The ground was crimson, as if stained with blood, and no one knew how long had passed, yet it remained tragically vivid.

In the distance, the vast wilderness was lush and abundant with vegetation, but only this place remained like an isolated island, devoid of any life.

Legend had it that this was where a Divine King had fallen. His power defied heaven, unrivaled in the world, having reached the realm of a Saint.

In that era, an Eastern Wasteland Divine Physique who reached the Saint realm was said to be extremely terrifying, with no rival in the world, sweeping across the land without a single opponent.

This peerless Divine King was good friends with the first Generation Heaven Master. As they both entered their twilight years, the patriarch of the Heaven Master lineage encountered misfortune, and various terrifying and mysterious events followed one after another.

Ultimately, the Eastern Wasteland Divine King and the Heaven Master patriarch journeyed together to this vast wilderness, secluding themselves in their old age, preparing to endure all sorts of terrifying occurrences.

However, even with the invincible Divine King's extraordinary abilities and world-defying methods, nothing could be changed. Half a year after their seclusion, a battle that shook the Eastern Wasteland erupted here.

The outside world had no way of knowing the details, but on that day, towering blood-red light was seen, along with the Eastern Wasteland Divine Physique's strongest arcane arts, which overturned heaven and earth, and blood light submerged the entire wilderness.

The terrifying aura caused all the oldest living fossils in the Eastern Wasteland to sense it, each of them inwardly shaken beyond words.

Afterwards, people rushed to this place. The peerless Divine King had bled profusely, his fresh blood dyeing the earth red. Both he and the Heaven Master patriarch had perished, leaving no remains.

The Fallen King's Tomb, one could say, was stained red by the blood of an invincible Divine King from ancient times. Submerging this vast wilderness, it contained divine blood that has not faded from ancient times to the present.

"The patriarch of the Heaven Master lineage and such an invincible hero, both battling the 'ominous' in their later years, yet both met tragic ends. Truly terrifying..."

Ye Fan pondered deeply, his heart restless. The Heaven Master's later years were truly difficult to overcome, a great calamity, and he didn't know how he would face it in the future.

"That is..." Suddenly, his expression trembled as he saw a figure standing on the blood-stained tomb.

That person, dressed in gray, vanished in an instant, moving so incredibly fast that even Ye Fan's divine eyes couldn't discern him or keep up with his speed.

Too fast!

Ye Fan was too far away, but he felt the figure's back was a bit familiar. Then his heart suddenly trembled, an incredulous expression appearing on his face, and he used the "Footwork of Movement" technique to give chase.

However, by the time he arrived nearby, the figure had long since vanished. Judging by that speed, they could have traveled hundreds of miles already; it was impossible to catch up.

"Senior Divine King!" he shouted loudly. The entire vast wilderness rumbled, yet there was no response.

Ye Fan felt he had seen the peerless Divine King Jiang Taixu, who had been missing for several years—the white-robed king who had lived a life of suffering and a lifetime of heroism.

"It really looked like him..." He couldn't be certain, but he felt there was a sixty percent chance he wasn't mistaken. His heart was greatly shaken.

"The peerless white-robed Divine King isn't dead; he survived! That means he must have broken through now!" Ye Fan's heart was excited, but he also sighed for the Divine King's life experiences.

The Primordial Ancestral Kings were almost appearing one after another. The return of the white-robed Divine King was incredibly uplifting for Ye Fan, as he would be an invincible fighting force if a war with ancient creatures broke out in the future.

"So extreme in emotion, he developed a death wish because of his beloved woman, severing all his Divine King origin, yet ultimately regenerating. How powerful could such a person truly be?" Ye Fan didn't know.

Without any attachment, he severed his Divine King origin, saved Little Tingting, and reverted to being a mere mortal. Perhaps no Divine King throughout history would have been willing to do this!

"The white-robed Divine King shed all his divine blood for me and exhausted his origin for Little Tingting. Finally, he went far away alone, wishing to be buried with Fairy Caiyun in the mountains and forests. And he lived under such circumstances..."

Ye Fan lingered here for a long time, comprehending the traces of the Dao left by the ancient saints' ruins. After half a month of peaceful cultivation, he rose, but he regretted that he had not seen Jiang Taixu return.

"Should Ye Fan, the Holy Physique, dare to appear, we will sever his three souls and seven spirits, preventing him from reincarnating for eternity!" These were the words of the Wang family, echoing throughout the Eastern Wasteland.

"With my son Wang Teng here, he will never have a chance to rise," declared Wang Teng's father. "Even if he is the Holy Physique, cultivated to Great Accomplishment, he can only be killed, becoming a pile of withered bones by the side of the Great Emperor's path!" He was very high-profile, personally stepping forward and adding, "If he dares to show himself, we will kill him!"

In the vast Eastern Wasteland, undercurrents surged. Ye Fan, returning from his cultivation among the famous mountains and great rivers, naturally heard these words. He did not go to attack the Wang family's properties again, believing they must have prepared an inescapable net.

"Wang family, if you wish to die, then all come to the Eastern Wasteland. I will cut you down one by one." These were the words Ye Fan spoke upon his return, and he appeared in the Central Domain.

At the same time, a very ominous sign appeared on the Eastern Lands: Primordial creatures emerged, arriving from the north, touring the famous mountains and great rivers.

"The Holy Physique? Just a joke. Before my clan, all physiques are mere clay chickens and pottery dogs, unable to withstand a single blow!" the first young Primordial Royal Family member declared upon his emergence.

This was a powerful ancient creature who emerged from a divine source. Although very young, he was formidable, and some people had seen the Northern Emperor Wang Teng walking with him, personally accompanying him.

"Brother Wang, I will help you deal with this so-called Holy Physique. When my clan wishes to kill someone, no one in heaven or on earth can stop us!" said a young Primordial Royal Family member with purple hair, sharp eyes, proud and indifferent.

"Your Holy Prince has ties with him. Will your actions cause discord within the Primordial races?"

"The Battle Saint Emperor already passed away in Primordial times," that young Primordial Royal Family member sneered repeatedly. "What kind of Prince is he now? If he cannot defeat descendants of our Royal Family, he is merely a Holy Ape!"

"As long as Ye Fan can be found, I can crush him with a single finger!" Wang Teng said indifferently.

In the Northern Region, within a range of ancient mountains, in a magnificent underground ancient palace, the two sat facing each other, discussing thus.

"No problem. There is a way to find him," the young Primordial Royal Family member said. "When our Ancestral King attained the Dao in his youth, he refined a divine lake with infinite wondrous uses. It is now located deep within this ancient cave. If you and I combine our strength to activate it, it can reflect his traces."

The huge cave contained one or two massive divine source blocks from time to time, within which powerful ancient creatures were sealed, rising and falling, terrifyingly so.

They walked deeper, seeing a small lake ten zhang across. It was pale gold, flowing with an eerie radiance. The two jointly activated it, and it immediately emitted a wailing sound.

Next, the pale gold divine lake glittered with ripples, then quickly began to tremble before becoming smooth as a mirror, reflecting a landscape of mountains and rivers.

"Envision the person's appearance in your mind and silently chant his name!" the young Primordial Royal Family member reminded.

Wang Teng let out a low roar. Nine dragons, nine phoenixes, nine tigers, and nine Xuanwu (Black Tortoises) surged up together, engulfing the ancient cave with dazzling brilliance. He was like a Central Great Emperor, surrounded by four kinds of immortal spirits.

Whoosh!

As the pale gold divine lake resonated and water gleamed, a majestic and grand mountain range appeared. On a steep cliff stood a figure, who was none other than Ye Fan.

Swish!

Suddenly, Ye Fan turned his head and looked back. As if his substantial gaze pierced through the divine lake, all the images instantly shattered.

"He has a secret treasure that can block our scrying," the Primordial Royal Family member sneered. "But this is enough; he has come to the Northern Region, and I have been to that place!"

"I will go kill him now!" Wang Teng immediately stood up.