Chapter 760: The Bleeding Night

The moon, a silver disc, hung high, casting pristine moonlight. Ancient pines stood tall on the mountain, and clear spring water flowed from the stones at their roots. It was a tranquil and peaceful scene.

Several people sat cross-legged under the night moon, without a single extraneous sound. They were detached and serene, emanating an otherworldly aura—calm and natural.

Not long ago, Ye Fan's battle blood had been boiling as he furiously cleaved eight powerful figures of the current era. He had been like a war god looking down on humanity, his oppressive presence almost suffocating people. Now, however, he was like an exiled immortal, still and unmoving, transcending the mundane, as if about to ascend on the wind.

Active, he was like an Asura God of Slaughter; still, he was like a snow orchid in a secluded valley. These two states were completely different, embodying two diametrically opposed temperaments.

The zither's notes tinkled, ethereal yet nimble, like divine talismans leaping, emerging from Qi Huoshui's slender fingers, sketching a picture of peaceful serenity.

Moonlight spilled over her, making her fair skin glow with a crystalline luster. Her fingers danced like elves, and she appeared like a figure carved from warm jade.

None of them spoke, not wanting to disturb this state of tranquility, quietly appreciating the moment.

The water boiled again. The Southern Demon rose, displaying his superb tea ceremony skills. Every one of his movements possessed a strange power that calmed the heart, soothed the spirit, delighted the emotions, purified one's thoughts, and allowed the true self to be tranquil and peaceful.

This was the true art of tea, capable of purifying one's soul. It dissolved the anxiety Ye Fan had felt for days due to the life-and-death plight of his old friends, and he slowly found peace of mind.

After a long while, the Southern Demon spoke, "Zi Tiandu is in the Southern Ridge."

Zi Tiandu was one of the formidable young members of the ancient races who had traveled with Wang Teng twelve years ago. His power was chillingly strong, and he was the young master of the Divine Spirit Valley.

"How strong is he?" Li Tian asked, rousing from his serenity and speaking as he sipped his tea, while somewhat absently glancing at Qi Huoshui.

"He's a cut above Wang Teng from twelve years ago," the Southern Demon replied. His thick black hair fell naturally, and in his eyes, mountains and rivers appeared, and ancient moons seemed to sink, making him unfathomable.

"You mean to tell us he's very strong," Yan Yixi said. "And that the current Wang Teng is even more terrifying than before, far surpassing his past self?"

The green pines, the moonlight, and the clear spring flowing over the stones, all contributed to the renewed tranquility. Silence once again fell upon the place as no one spoke, quietly savoring the fragrant tea.

The clear fragrance lingered, elevating one's spirit.

This was the most precious tea in the world, originating from an ancient tea tree of enlightenment. Its leaves, flying out from the Undying Mountain and falling into the outside world, were as rare as phoenix feathers or qilin horns.

The Southern Demon used it to entertain his guests, saying nothing, but the others could discern his dedication to experiencing his own Dao. The place grew even more serene.

"How strong is Yuan Gu?" Ye Fan asked. He had long decided to kill this person to clarify his Dao heart and avenge his old friends.

"I was ten miles from him, and with a glance back, I saw a side profile of an unparalleled master; he's very powerful," the Southern Demon said. His words were few but carried great weight.

He did not exaggerate nor describe in detail; his plain and truthful statement still made one feel immense pressure.

The Southern Demon had once entered the Eastern Barrens alone, intending to witness the formidable young powerhouses of the Primordial Races one by one. However, he only brushed past Yuan Gu; he did not encounter Huang Xudao, the Heavenly Sovereign's Son, the Divine Silkworm Daoist, or Huo Qilin, among others.

"Today's battle will shake all five domains," the Southern Demon said, gazing at him calmly. "Are you trying to avert your old friends' danger, believing they are still alive?"

Ye Fan set down his teacup, gazed into the distance, and said, "I hope some are still alive. Let all my enemies come and try to kill me; I will face them all."

"Aren't you afraid that countless enemies will all rush at you? Can you stop them?" Qi Huoshui asked. She had skin like ice and bones like jade, but when she smiled, she possessed a seductive charm.

"If they come, I'll simply kill them all," Ye Fan said.

In the distance, several old demons couldn't help but pause, then nodded.

"Come on then! I, Li Tian, Son of God, have descended upon this place," Li Tian declared passionately. "There will surely be an earth-shaking battle, to spread the holy might of my Human Desire Dao Lineage!"

Qi Huoshui pursed her lips, not having a good impression of him.

"My beauty, do not belittle me," he continued. "I am the Human Desire Dao Master. I will greatly expand my sect in the Big Dipper Star Domain. In the future, I will surely rule the land and reign over all beneath heaven."

"Aren't you just a philanderer?" Qi Huoshui retorted fiercely, putting on a disdainful expression. "You've killed at least eight hundred, if not a thousand!"

"Don't compare me to those low-class fellows," Li Tian retorted. "I am a Five-Virtues Young Master: with ideals, morals, heritage, strict rules, and ambition!"

The quiet night was filled with the scent of flowers, and silence once again settled in the pine forest. After a long time, Ye Fan consulted the Southern Demon about the situation in the Eastern Barrens. The information he received was largely similar to what he had heard before.

"That time I entered the Eastern Barrens, I killed several Primordial Race experts, all from Yuan Gu's clan," the Southern Demon said. "But I didn't find your old friends when I pursued them."

Ye Fan expressed his gratitude. He didn't have a very deep relationship with the Southern Demon, and it was rare for him to go to such lengths. In this era, who would dare provoke the Primordial Races? Everyone sought to protect themselves in the coming chaotic era; avoiding them was already difficult enough.

All Primordial Races had ancient kings in slumber. Once awakened, who among humanity could stand against them? To truly become their enemy would inevitably lead to mountains of corpses and seas of blood. No one could withstand their might; even the Sacred Lands would be overwhelmed.

Moonlight, like thin smoke, cascaded through the pine forest, resembling vast expanses of white feathers. The spring water gurgled, and the place was incredibly serene, like a poetic realm.

The night was deep. Ye Fan stood up and said, "Tell me Zi Tiandu's exact location, and engrave a teleportation array for me."

"Alright!" The Southern Demon rose and had an old demon activate an ancient array platform on another mountain peak.

"Are you going alone to kill the Divine Spirit Valley Young Master?" Qi Huoshui asked, blinking her beautiful eyes. "That place is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. His strength goes without saying, and there's a group of formidable clansmen. It's one of their strongholds in the Southern Ridge."

Ye Fan smiled and said, "By the time this night is over, that stronghold will cease to exist."

"Arrogant fool," Qi Huoshui said, shooting him a glance.

"Drunk, numb, dizzy, one more laugh and I'll ascend to heaven!" Li Tian exclaimed.

"Go to hell!" Qi Huoshui exclaimed, glaring at him fiercely.

"I apologize for any offenses in the past, for imprisoning you for a month. Don't take it to heart," Ye Fan apologized. "You go to hell too!" Qi Huoshui exploded, and with a kick, sent Ye Fan onto the array platform, stunning the others into a daze. "This girl is truly fierce," they thought, "she even dares to kick the Sacred Body! To think this was the ruthless individual who had just slain eight powerful figures, including the Northern Plains Desolate Ancient Aristocratic Family's Patriarch!"

The ancient array platform glowed with intricate patterns, resonating with the stars in the sky. Now fully activated, demonic light billowed, and they vanished from their spot.

Vermilion Bird City, one of the ten great ancient cities of the Southern Ridge, possessed a long history, predating the age of written language.

It was an ancient metropolis. Legend had it that when the city was founded, a divine Vermilion Bird had cried out, hence its name.

On this late night, with a bright moon and sparse stars, a group of three traversed hundreds of thousands of miles across the void and entered the city.

"That Southern Demon seems extremely powerful, unfathomable," Yan Yixi said.

"This person is very steady, with an extraordinary demeanor; he will surely achieve great things in the future," even Li Tian, the rogue, conceded.

Ye Fan nodded and said, "If he wasn't strong, how could the Qishi Mansion secretly negotiate with him, possibly giving him a spot to enter the Ancient Starry Sky Domain?"

This was a very spacious ancient residence, with sprawling gardens and numerous halls. It was left by an ancient Heavenly Demon who once dominated the entire Southern Ridge, but now it was almost completely derelict.

Ye Fan pushed open the main gate and strode inside. He did not summon a battle treasure; his right hand merely held an ordinary iron sword as he advanced with large strides.

"Who dares trespass upon my clan's sacred ground?" a Primordial being, alerted, flashed out from the gatehouse. It had red hair, fangs, and scales covering its body.

"Pfft!"Ye Fan said nothing. A single sword strike, its cold light illuminating all directions, instantly sent a bloody head flying diagonally. Its primordial spirit was annihilated by the sword energy, and the headless corpse spurted blood several meters high, falling to the ground with a thud only after the three passed by.

"How dare you! Just a few humans, yet you dare trespass upon the sacred grounds of my Divine Spirit Valley!" Several beings resembling flying silver Yasha leaped out, spouting divine arts and unleashing blazing electric light as they attacked.

Ye Fan unleashed his Golden Sacred Domain and strode forward, as if entering an uninhabited land where nothing could touch him. He killed his way through, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

"Pfft!", "Pfft!"...Head after head flew into the air. Blood blossomed like brilliant fireworks, a moment of shock followed by eternal silence.

A total of nineteen heads were all sent flying by Ye Fan. None of the Primordial beings were weak, but suppressed by the Golden Sacred Domain, they had no power to retaliate and were all slain.

"Too fast, too sharp! Why don't you let me act again?" Li Tian exclaimed.

Ye Fan said, "You go into the sky, hold the Divine Maiden Furnace, but don't expose it. Anyone who tries to escape, blast them back. Not a single one leaves today."

"Ah..."From this ancient mansion, scream after scream erupted, startling many cultivators in Vermilion Bird City awake, who then watched from afar.

"It's him, the Sacred Body again, avenging the barbarians!"

"Returning after twelve years, so powerful and terrifying!"

People gasped. In this era, how many dared to provoke the Primordial beings? After Ye Fan returned, he single-handedly killed his way into the Divine Spirit Valley's stronghold in the Southern Ridge. This was an act to completely wipe them out!

"Ah..."That night, Vermilion Bird City was not peaceful. Shocking killing intent soared into the sky, and mournful screams continuously echoed, making everyone feel a sense of despair and cold.

"Zi Tiandu, come and submit your head!"

Ye Fan, holding his dripping iron sword, killed his way deep into the mansion. Over sixty ancient beings lay dead, and his feet were completely covered in blood.

"My clan brother has returned to the Eastern Barrens..." A formidable being walked out, bearing little difference from humans, with purple hair, purple eyes, and fair skin. Rage surged in its eyes as it spoke coldly, "You are that Sacred Body; you really have returned."

"What a pity. Then I'll make him mourn for a while," Ye Fan said, then made his move.

In the distant sky, everyone heard roars. A fierce battle erupted, with various lights soaring and countless Primordial secret techniques unleashed, leaving the area in turmoil.

However, half an hour later, an unwilling roar was heard. A bloody head shot into the sky, with purple hair and purple eyes, then shattered.

After this, screams rose one after another. Some clearly saw a figure enveloped in a golden divine halo rapidly killing within the mansion.

With each sword strike, heads fell, or half-bodies were diagonally severed and sent flying. It was a horrifying sight, as blood stained the green brick and stone path red.

That person was like a demon king from hell, with disheveled hair, killing relentlessly. Not a single sword strike missed its target; each strike resulted in a spray of blood and the end of a life.

"Too terrifying! Is this the Sacred Body's divine power?" they exclaimed. "A single divine halo suppressed all the attacking Primordial beings!"

"Returning after twelve years, back in this world, the Sacred Body is too powerful and terrifying!"

These were the thoughts of everyone present. Their scalps tingled, and their bodies turned cold.

When everything finally quieted down, over a hundred corpses lay at Ye Fan's feet. He was covered in blood. His iron sword, glowing crimson, was thrown to the ground with a clang that made everyone's hearts tremble.

"Li Xiaoman, Hua Yunfei, Wang Teng, Yin-Yang Sect, Human World, Hell, Zi Tiandu, Yuan Gu... all my enemies!" he declared. "I sit here in the Southern Ridge, waiting for you all!"

The world was silent, and it was unknown how much time had passed before someone finally dared to enter the mansion. Everywhere they looked, there were bloodstains and corpses, all killed with a single blow.

In such a short time, over a hundred ancient race experts lay dead. Such a battle record sent shivers down one's spine!

Gone for twelve years, the Sacred Body had returned. In the daytime, he had slain eight powerful figures, including the Northern Plains Wang Family Patriarch. At night, he had killed a hundred elite ancient beings from the Divine Spirit Valley. This was truly shocking.

People knew that once dawn broke, this news would surely spread to all five great domains. It would cause an uproar and shake the entire world!

Chapter 763: A Bloody Night