Chapter 719: Ancient Emperor's Divine Words

## Chapter 722: The Ancient Emperor's Divine Words

The one-armed old man, his green robes fluttering, though not heroic or robust, now exuded an unparalleled aura, as if capable of suppressing three thousand realms and spanning across all eternity.

In Tanggu, divine light soared into the sky as its seal was broken. The entire island seemed to revive, its energy piercing the heavens, causing the starfield to ripple and all realms to shake.

The old man in green stood alone beneath the divine tree. The ancient Fusang tree rustled, as if resonating with him, showering him with golden light from its leaves. While others would have been incinerated, the old man bathed in the light, appearing even more sacred.

The Ancient Sun Emperor! An unimaginable identity, a title that could suppress all heavens and myriad ages, a Great Emperor of the Human Race!

Many trembled, unable to control themselves, prostrating in worship. This was a surrender originating from their very souls.

"Thump," "thump..." On the island, the sounds of people kneeling rose and fell. People trembled; an ancient emperor from primeval times, so far removed from later generations, could reappear in the world—this was a miracle.

Ye Fan had already prepared himself mentally, but still couldn't help but be surprised. Having encountered him on another ancient life planet, he truly was a Great Emperor of the Human Race, a single thought of his having persisted after death, yearning to return to his homeland.

The Golden Crow Clan's primeval killing array was originally intended for Ye Fan, but it also trapped the Ancient Sun Emperor within it. Dark clouds churned and black mist reached the sky as a golden Great Saint materialized there.

The old man in green was awe-inspiring; two golden beams shot from his eyes, instantly cleaving the sky. They seemed capable of cutting down extraterrestrial stars, incredibly brilliant and terrifying.

"Clang," "clang..." With eight violent tremors, his gaze severed all eight great banners, crafted by the Golden Crow Clan's Great Saint. The banners, fluttering, fell into the dust.

This act shocked the world; a mere glance destroyed the Golden Crow Clan's sect-guarding divine array. It was truly unprecedented and incomparable.

Everyone was stunned; it all felt too unreal. How could one person be so powerful? Without even lifting a hand, a single glance had severed a thousand attacks!

"It truly is the Sun Saint Emperor!" In Tanggu, people trembled. Only ancient Great Emperors possessed such divine power, even if only a wisp of divine consciousness remained now.

The hearts of the Golden Crow Clan almost shattered. Those were array banners crafted by a Great Saint—priceless divine artifacts, as precious as their sacred weapon, the Black-Winged Flowing Gold Mirror, and supreme treasures of their clan.

They were heartbroken. The eight princes of the Golden Crow Clan turned pale, feeling as though they wanted to die; this was equivalent to destroying their foundation.

He was undoubtedly a Human Race Ancient Emperor; only a select few throughout history could achieve such a feat.

The old man in green did not continue his attack. Bathed in the golden light cast by the Fusang divine tree, he seemed lost in thought for a moment, looking at the sky and then at the ground, his eyes filled with endless vicissitudes.

No one spoke; Tanggu was peaceful. Only the sound of golden leaves rustling in the wind and the distant black ocean rising and falling could be heard.

Suddenly, the old man in green trembled. Ripples emanated from his body, turning into black light, enveloping him like a black sun.

This was a strange transformation; it was not the legendary sacred solar power, but rather a surging darkness, like ink, as he transformed into a black sun.

"Beware, this is a malicious divine thought!" someone calmly warned everyone through a secret transmission.

As soon to this statement was made, many felt a chill down their spines. This kind of entity was too evil; legends about it were terrifying to the extreme, claiming it could even kill human saints.

Malicious divine thoughts, according to legend, are formed from the evil thoughts of gods after death. How powerful was the Ancient Sun Emperor, to have produced such an entity, comparable to a deity!

"In the past, the Sun Saint Emperor overlooked all ages with great courage and compassion. The greater his virtue, the more profound his malicious divine thought will be!" someone warned loudly.

Everyone felt a chill. This kind of being, formed from a wisp of malice, was far from comparable to an ancient Great Emperor, but it could rival a Saint.

"Boom!"

Lu Ya advanced, holding the Black-Winged Flowing Gold Mirror. Daoist Sanque followed with the Longevity Halberd, and the Divine Son of Taiyin and other powerful figures also brought their sacred weapons to bear!

Below, the eight princes of the Golden Crow Clan were instantly relieved, picking up the eight broken banners and swiftly retreating. People from major powers like the Human King Hall and the Ziwei Divine Dynasty also retreated, moving away from the Fusang divine tree. No one dared to encircle it anymore.

The few holding sacred weapons also quickly withdrew. They did not intend to attack the malicious divine thought, but merely to cover the retreat of their own people.

Beneath the Fusang tree, the old man in green was enveloped by a black halo, filled with a demonic power. He gazed down upon all living beings, as if he could shatter eternity with a roar.

He was holding the stone coffin. Only Ye Fan stood before him; everyone else had retreated far away, trembling with fear, daring not even breathe loudly.

This was not the Ancient Sun Emperor; this was his malicious thought awakening. In an instant, the entire black ocean trembled, and its tremors spread towards the continent!

"Completely opposite powers; originally a golden sun, yet it transformed into a black sun!" People's hearts pounded. No one dared to move rashly; all watched with tense anticipation.

Suddenly, from the center of this black sun, the one-armed old man's eyes shot out two dark beams. As if startled by something, he suddenly turned and fixed his gaze on Ye Fan.

More precisely, he stared at the two rusty, mottled old bronze pieces hanging on Ye Fan's shoulder, the dark light in his eyes unblinking.

"It is it, broken..." He seemed greatly shocked, almost petrified. Like a clay or wooden statue, he stood motionless for a long time.

The old man in green stood silently for a long time. The black sun circling his body slowly faded, the dark halo gradually disappeared, and his eyes became clear.

"I am not the Sun Emperor; I am merely a wisp of his malice, not even a ten-thousandth of him!" he muttered to himself, head bowed.

He comprehended his past and present lives, understanding what had been. The Fusang divine tree shed a divine light, cleansing his malevolent form and gradually illuminating him.

A golden halo now coiled around his body. Greatly different from before, it finally carried a trace of the Human Race Ancient Emperor's aura.

His consciousness gradually cleared, and the malice was no longer malicious. The malicious divine thought's gaze grew clearer as he stared at the two green bronze pieces, his eyes as deep as a star-filled sky, but said nothing.

Finally, he stood before the Fusang tree. He placed the stone coffin on the ground, slowly pushed open its lid, and looked inside.

"Boom!"

The aura of an ancient Great Emperor surged out, roiling the entire ocean into towering waves and scattering all the clouds in the sky!

This was an indescribable aura, flowing in wisps and streams, piercing through past, present, and future, suppressing three thousand great worlds and reversing the six paths of reincarnation!

Everyone prostrated themselves. Even Ye Fan, protected by the old bronze pieces, couldn't help but feel suffocated; his body and mind trembled, and he nearly fell backward.

"The Saint Emperor has passed away, and his body is gone. Who moved him?" the divine thought exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, only Ye Fan had the opportunity to look into the stone coffin; everyone else trembled, prostrate on the ground.

Inside the coffin, there was no corpse of the Human Race Ancient Emperor, only a human skin, radiating golden light, as dazzling as a sun!

All terrifying fluctuations originated from it. It was stained with a few drops of golden blood, as if they had just fallen recently.

Where did the Human Race Saint Emperor's remains go? Why was only a skin left? Ye Fan's heart trembled violently; he immediately thought of the Undying Heavenly Emperor... When he had opened his coffin back then, he had also only seen a skin.

The Undying Heavenly Emperor, the Sun Saint Emperor—these were the supreme beings of primeval times, surpassing deities. Only they had given birth to malicious divine thoughts.

Why was this so? Why were the remains left after their passing all like this? Too similar, almost as if they had followed the same path!

The old man in green bowed to the coffin in profound reverence. After a long time, he stood up and closed the ancient lid.

He turned to face Ye Fan and said, "Originally, I could have given you the Fusang divine tree, but now I cannot. I can only give you a ten-foot divine branch."

"Clang!"

The Fusang divine tree dropped a golden branch, about ten feet long. It was covered in golden leaves, so dazzling that one couldn't look directly at it.

In the distance, many people's eyes turned red, their blood boiling with extreme excitement; they wished they could rush over, but no one dared to move rashly.

Ye Fan activated his cauldron and took the golden branch inside. This was the most fundamental essence, containing the essence of solar fire. It was a supreme sacred object; even billions of gold couldn't buy a single leaf of it.

The old man in green was fading. Before he disappeared, he came before Ye Fan, extended a finger, and slowly, stroke by stroke, inscribed words on his forehead.

No more, no less, exactly nine ancient characters were imprinted into his Niwan Palace, each one shining brilliantly and eternally incorruptible!

Ye Fan's heart trembled with immense excitement. These were Imperial Characters, writing understood only by ancient Great Emperors. There were also nine ancient characters in the Dao Scripture that he had pondered for over a decade without fully comprehending.

"Senior, please inscribe a few more characters," Ye Fan said shamelessly. "I will propagate them for you, shining light across three thousand realms."

"Nine characters are enough. The Dao must be walked by oneself," the old man in green said placidly.

Finally, he sat cross-legged beneath the Fusang tree, holding the stone coffin, and said, "I attained the Dao here, I shall be buried here. Causes arise and causes cease, all things pass."

The old man in green began to dissolve into the Dao, his body slowly fading, gradually disappearing.

People knew that the last malicious thought left by the Human Race Saint Emperor was also about to vanish. Only the Undying Fusang tree remained in the world, causing sighs of lament. The Grand Dao was ruthless; even ancient Great Emperors were merely dust in history.

"Boom!"

With a violent tremor, the entire island began to sink, and the black ocean surged over it.

"Tanggu is about to disappear!" people exclaimed, as they all flew into the sky.

Some also rushed towards the Undying Tree. However, the ancient coffin lay across its path, making it impossible to approach, and the golden divine tree itself surged with terrifying sacred power.

Ye Fan realized he was stuck before the divine tree. Sinking along with the ancient coffin, he disappeared into the depths of the North Sea.

"The Eye of the Sea! It's the Eye of the North Sea!" many exclaimed in terror.

A massive vortex appeared in the ocean, swallowing Tanggu and consigning it to eternal darkness. Even the golden Fusang divine tree could only emit a faint light within it.

No one dared to follow. Legend had it that the Eye of the North Sea could devour heaven and earth, refining gods and demons. It was an inescapable place where ancient Great Emperors suppressed those who had committed great sins.

"Ye Bastard, why aren't you escaping?" Li Tian shouted.

"I would like to escape, but unfortunately, I can't move," Ye Fan said, smiling helplessly in the darkness.

If something unexpected happened to Ye Fan, Yi Qingwu would also be implicated. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a crimson mole on her forehead glowed with brilliant light. She was like a divine moon, peerlessly sacred.

"I will not die. Be a good divine maiden and wait for my return," Ye Fan said.

"Boom." With a final faint sound, Tanggu completely submerged into the Eye of the Sea, vanishing from the world.

In the darkness, a golden divine tree rooted itself on the stone coffin, and a sacred light flowed from it.

Not far away, Ye Fan sat cross-legged, cultivating silently. He comprehended what he had learned and refined the golden branch.

"So this is the Eye of the North Sea, the place where ancient Great Emperors suppressed those who committed grave sins..."