Chapter 721: The Last Bloodline of the Holy Emperor

Chapter 724: The Saint Emperor's Last Bloodline

Four years is not a long time, but it was turbulent, and many things happened.

Ye Fan traveled through the sea, encountering many demon races and human cultivators, from whom he learned a great deal.

In fact, these four years have been tumultuous, with some immortal inheritances being destroyed in the present age.

"The Ancient Sun Sect, which had been declining ever since its ancient scripture was lost, has finally met its end.""Once the most powerful cultivation dynasty of the human race, it's now gone. I heard the Golden Crow Race was involved in its downfall."

Ye Fan was greatly surprised, quite stunned to hear this news while at sea.

The Ancient Sun Sect, one of the human race's oldest establishments and a cradle of cultivation, had been steadily weakening and finally had its legacy severed, leading to its complete destruction.

It was quite ironic that this "flickering flame" of an ancient sect collapsed precisely in an era when the Saint Emperor's miracles reappeared and his remains were returned.

The primary holy land that all ancient people once worshipped vanished into thin air. It was said that only one child, a descendant of the Ancient Sun Emperor, remained, disappearing after the sect's demise.

"Is what you're saying true?" Ye Fan stepped forward and asked.

"Of course, it's true. It's a pity about the Ancient Sun Sect, perishing like that. In ancient times, the Saint Emperor created various miraculous techniques and treasures, bestowing them upon different human factions, yet his own descendants couldn't be protected.""It's disheartening. If the Ancient Emperor knew, he would be speechless, facing it in silence.""It's chilling. This was definitely done by the Golden Crow Race, yet no major human sect offered protection. Everyone just swept the snow from their own doorstep."

The Ancient Sun Sect vanished, and the Golden Crow Race was involved; it was almost universally known that they orchestrated everything.

"Why did the Golden Crow Race do this?" Ye Fan asked.

"Four years ago, they suffered a great loss in Tanggu. They somehow learned that the Ancient Sun Scripture had not been lost, so they massacred this declining ancient sect."

During the battle in Tanggu, the formation flags left by the Golden Crow Great Saint were destroyed, driving the Golden Crow Race almost to a frenzy. Those flags were their foundation.

They sought every means to strengthen themselves and compensate for their losses. The ancient scripture naturally became an option; for them, with their innate fire bodies, it was a sacred text.

"I suspect the Golden Crow Race also sought revenge. After all, it was the Human Saint Emperor who destroyed their sacred artifact, so they took their anger out on his descendants.""It's a pity that after the Saint Emperor's death, his lineage met such a fate."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan felt a surge of emotion and anger. Could it be that the Human Saint Emperor's descendants, even his last bloodline, could not be preserved?

If they had been wiped out due to great wickedness, it would be one thing. But to be bullied and destroyed for their ancient scripture, or perhaps out of revenge, was truly a tragedy.

All of this confirmed that there are no immortal dynasties, nor are there eternal inheritances. Everything eventually comes to an end.

Even the Great Emperors of old could not achieve immortality; they, too, had a day of passing, let alone all that they left behind.

"It's a pity about that child; I wonder if they managed to escape. They say that child was the only survivor of the Ancient Sun Sect, and perhaps the Saint Emperor's last remaining bloodline in the world.""It's rumored they went to sea, so they might be in this very sea region."

Upon hearing these words, Ye Fan's heart grew heavy. After asking for more details, he vanished from the sea surface.

"Look, doesn't that person seem familiar? I feel like he resembles the one who caused such a stir four years ago.""Are you saying he's the one who slew the Ninth Golden Crow Prince and killed the brother of the Eight Sceneries Palace Master four years ago? He really does look like him.""Didn't they say he fell into the Eye of the North Sea forever, along with Tanggu? That's where ancient Great Emperors banished those with grave sins; no one has ever escaped from there. Could he really reappear in the world?""No mistake about it. Wasn't there news half a month ago that the Eye of the Sea had an anomaly, and a golden lightning bolt burst out? It might very well be him!""Heavens, escaping from the ancient saint's prison! That's unbelievable. If it's true, there will be a huge commotion."

The North Sea was truly immense, countless times vaster than the boundless land. If Ye Fan wanted to leave it, he didn't know how many years he would have to fly.

Fortunately, he remembered the paths from four years ago. When people sought Tanggu back then, they entered the ocean through domain gates, and along the way were ancient islands inscribed with formation patterns and altars, allowing for continuous crossings.

Half a month later, Ye Fan was still traversing the dark ocean, several times miscalculating his position when crossing using the ancient island formations, but he was finally headed toward land.

During this time, he continuously inquired and received unconfirmed news that the Ancient Sun Sect's sole surviving bloodline had escaped into the sea, protected by an old servant.

The North Sea had been restless recently, with many experts appearing, rushing toward the Eye of the Sea, wanting to understand the truth.

"Golden Crow Race!" In the dark ocean, a divine light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, then vanished. He saw more than a dozen Golden Crows flying over the sea surface.

He walked on the waves; the dark sea surface was calm, vast, and ink-black. He looked up at the sky and said, "Golden Crow people, what are you looking for?"

At that moment, the wind and waves were calm. His voice, like a clap of thunder, resonated far across the vast dark ocean, causing towering waves to surge.

"Why does this person look familiar? Where have I seen him before?""He's... that person from four years ago! How is this possible? He escaped from the Eye of the North Sea!""Yes, it's him. He's the one who slew the Ninth Prince back then."

In the sky, thousands of golden divine feathers shot down. These individuals all had cold glints in their eyes, and several Golden Crows fled, attempting to escape and deliver a message.

Ye Fan stood alone on the sea, hands clasped behind his back, and let out a roar that was like world-ending thunder. Rolling sound waves swept forth, tearing through the sky for over a thousand miles, threatening to overturn the entire ocean.

"Puff," "Puff"...In the sky, over a dozen Golden Crow experts successively disintegrated. With a single roar from Ye Fan, their forms and spirits were annihilated; not even a single bone shard remained.

He left only one alive, searching their sea of consciousness to learn that the Ancient Sun Sect's child had indeed gone to sea, having escaped with an old servant.

The Golden Crow Race had dispatched a large number of experts; six or seven of the nine princes had arrived, and some elders had even personally emerged from seclusion to pursue them.

Ye Fan's heart trembled as he sensed something amiss. How could a young child from a fallen ancient sect draw such a large force from the Golden Crow Race? There had to be something strange.

Having been indebted to the old man in green, received the Nine Divine Words of the Saint Emperor, and refined his Fusang branches, how could Ye Fan possibly ignore all of this once he learned the truth?

Even putting that aside, the Human Saint Emperor's last remaining bloodline should not be extinguished like this, for the child had committed no evil, and his ancestor had performed immeasurable deeds of merit for the human race.

Following the information he had obtained, Ye Fan pursued in one direction at extreme speed, fearing he would arrive too late and be left with regret.

Two days later, Ye Fan encountered another nine Golden Crow powerhouses, one of whom was an old Golden Crow, a formidable great being and an elder-level figure.

"It's him! It's the one named Ye Fan from four years ago!" someone shouted.

Upon realizing this, the old Golden Crow opened its mouth and spat out a golden ancient mirror, which it then flipped to shine upon Ye Fan.

"Boom!"This was a beam of pure solar fire, drawing in the essence of all directions and harnessing the scorching sun in the sky. All of this focused on the ancient mirror, transforming into a divine light that shone towards Ye Fan.

"You truly can't forget about me, can you!" Ye Fan ascended skyward with a single step, facing the divine light fearlessly, and unleashed a punch.

"Crack!"The golden ancient mirror shattered into more than a dozen pieces, plummeting from the sky. The Golden Crow elder, fiercely ruthless, trembled and transformed into a golden sun, flying forward to collide.

Ye Fan remained unmoving, unafraid of the sacred solar power. Facing the fiery essence, he struck at the crucial moment, and with a "puff," he tore apart the golden sun with his bare hands.

"Ah..." A miserable shriek erupted as the powerful Golden Crow was ripped apart. An elder was thus slain by Ye Fan.

Soon after, Ye Fan left this sea region. This time, he knew where the Saint Emperor's sole remaining bloodline had fled and quickly pursued them.

"Thanks to the protection of a loyal old servant, otherwise the Human Saint Emperor's last bloodline would have already vanished."

Four days later, in a dark sea region, Ye Fan finally found the child, along with the old servant who was covered in blood and on the verge of death.

Furthermore, there were hundreds of Golden Crow experts, including several princes and elders!

This was a very haggard and weak child, whose small body had nearly been shattered by a Golden Crow expert, almost causing him to die of illness over the past two years.

His clothes were tattered, and his small face was grimy, but his eyes were remarkably clear. Moreover, it seemed as if there was a sun within his body, causing his emaciated and weak form to glow.

Ye Fan finally understood why the Golden Crow Race was so determined to hunt down this child. Such severe injuries would have killed even a mighty cultivator, yet this child had survived.

The child had a special physique, like a golden sun reborn. Every inch of their flesh radiated divine light, closely resembling the various legends about the Saint Emperor from ancient times!

The Golden Crow Race was afraid. If this child recovered fully and truly possessed the Ancient Sun Scripture, even if he didn't become a second Saint Emperor, he would still achieve immeasurable Dao Fruits in the future!

Furthermore, the Golden Crow Race believed that the Ancient Sun Scripture had emerged and was closely linked to this child. This was what they desperately wanted; to eradicate the root and obtain the scripture, they spared no expense in dispatching a large number of experts.

Nearby, the old servant was at his last breath. All the bones in his body were broken, and he leaned weakly against a rock, spitting foamy blood from his mouth. His old eyes grew increasingly dim and clouded.

The child cried heartbrokenly, tightly hugging the old servant and sobbing in a tender voice, "Uncle Jiang, don't leave me. Tongtong has no relatives left, only you."

"Cough..." The old servant coughed up blood, dotingly stroking the thin child's head. His old eyes became dimmer and cloudier as he said, "You are the Saint Emperor's descendant, the last of his bloodline. I am truly unwilling, I cannot protect you..."

As he spoke, he coughed up bloody foam, barely able to articulate, his words becoming unclear.

"Uncle Jiang, please don't die! We only have each other..." The child cried sorrowfully, clinging tightly to the old servant's arm, which was broken in several places.

"I'm too useless, I couldn't even protect the Saint Emperor's last bloodline..." The old servant, holding the young child with his broken body, looked up and sighed in despair. His eyes lost their luster, his life reached its end, and clouded old tears rolled down his wrinkled face.

"Hand over the Ancient Sun Scripture!" The Golden Crow Race's Eighth Prince stepped forward, his figure imposing, like a golden demon god.

"Hand over your sister!" Ye Fan's hair bristled with rage as he descended from the sky, unleashing a punch.

"Ah..." The Golden Crow Race's Eighth Prince screamed in agony, his body ripped into pieces, with fragments flying towards other members of his race.