Chapter 761: World Attention

**Chapter 764: World's Attention**

A line of red light appeared on the horizon. The sun seemed to struggle, trying to break free and ascend, while mist lingered in the mountains and forests, creating a hazy vapor.

Finally, the red sun burst forth, casting several soft rays into the forest. The mist was edged with gold, infused with joyful vitality.

Dewdrops on grass blades and flowers rolled like crystal-clear pearls, shimmering with a myriad of colors in the morning light, truly beautiful. The combined scent of earth and grass offered a refreshing sensation.

The mist had not yet dispersed, and the forest still held a certain dampness. Though only a small part of the red sun was visible, the mountains were now filled with life, as various birds chirped incessantly.

Ye Fan was covered in blood, standing motionless for half the night. His black hair and blood-stained clothes were soaked with dew.

On the other side, Yan Yixi was practicing cultivation, breathing in and out with the sunrise. White columns of energy, like coiled dragons, entered and exited his nose and mouth, a remarkable sight.

"You two sleep so soundly. One of you acts like a deep thinker, not moving all night, while the other cultivates so diligently. How am I supposed to feel?" Li Tian gargled with mountain spring water, washed his face, and then picked up a handful of pine nuts, eating them as he walked.

As the sun rose, the mist vanished, and the entire mountainous area became bright and radiant. Yan Yixi finished his morning practice, opened his eyes, and asked, "Brother Ye, what are you contemplating?"

Li Tian spat out a pile of pine nut shells and said, "What's there for him to worry about? Yesterday's battle will surely make him famous across the world, invincible. What a glorious achievement! All the beautiful women will be looking his way. When will my moment of fame arrive? Every time, my chance gets snatched away."

"I feel a suffocating pressure from afar, a future that will choke us," Ye Fan said, gazing towards the Eastern Wasteland, his eyes seeming to pierce through countless vast mountains and rivers.

Yan Yixi replied, "Huang Xudao, the Emperor's Son, Yuan Gu, Huo Qilin Zi, the Divine Silkworm Daoist, and others—this new generation of ancient races is indeed terrifying. The path ahead will surely be paved with blood and bone."

Ye Fan stated, "While these individuals are formidable, they aren't what keeps me awake at night, feeling like I can't breathe about the future. I'm worried about the Ancestor Kings. Even one emerging would be a disaster, a dark upheaval."

Any individual or force confronting an Ancestor King would face a terrifying scene of bloodshed and countless corpses, because these are Saint-level formidable beings, and human Saints are rarely seen in this era.

In the Primordial Era, there were ten thousand races. Among them, the most terrifying were called Royal Races, of which there were likely no fewer than ten categories. Each race would have Ancestor Kings, and more than one.

Just thinking about it creates a mountain-like pressure, making it hard to breathe. If a full-scale conflict erupts in the future, who could resist them, apart from those with inherited Ultimate Emperor Weapons?

"Damn it, I'm starting to miss the Ziwei Star Domain. There, carrying the Divine Maiden Furnace, as long as I wasn't surrounded, I could at least run rampant. But after coming here, I've realized the prospects are too grim; it's like I came looking for trouble," Li Tian regretted endlessly.

The only thing to be grateful for now is that there are no signs of Ancestor Kings emerging, nor has any been rumored to have revived and appeared. But it's hard to say about the future.

Now, all major sects can only pray that these Ancestor Kings merely seek to become immortals, and harbor no other intentions.

Because in recent years, some ancient races have indeed sent such messages, dispatching special envoys to major sects, stating there would be no bloody war, only a request for a piece of land.

Immortality is too ethereal; countless heroes have perished throughout the ages, making it hard to fully believe.

Perhaps only those who possess ancient Great Emperor weapons can still feel somewhat confident, but if there isn't a Saint within their clan, their situation in the future remains precarious.

"From what we currently understand, the various Primordial races also seem to have reservations, testing the waters in various places and not daring to run rampant," Ye Fan said.

"What have you noticed?" Li Tian asked.

"According to the Southern Demon, they have appeared in the places where Great Emperors died and in their tomb areas, acting with extreme caution."

"Right, this is an ancient planet where human Great Emperors are said to descend. There must be some secret, and they are afraid," Li Tian said.

In this world, if the Primordial Ancestor Kings still fear anything, it is naturally the ancient Great Emperors, fearing what terrible follow-ups they might have.

Which human Great Emperor wasn't a talent of peerless brilliance, astonishing past and present? There are too many stories about their deeds, striking fear into the ten thousand races.

Even in slumber, there have been awakeners among them throughout history who are paying attention.

"Exactly, I think so too. Perhaps this is the only leverage we have: to make them even more afraid, so they never dare to emerge," Ye Fan said.

"What do you plan to do?" Yan Yixi asked.

"I've been thinking for half the night, and I have an idea that might be able to suppress the Primordial Kings, preventing them from emerging for a short while," Ye Fan said.

"You can suppress them?" Li Tian was surprised. Even with an Emperor Weapon, if one's power isn't sufficient, it might not necessarily make an Ancestor King retreat.

"In every past dark upheaval, a human Great Emperor has emerged. This current era surpasses all previous ones; it's the only Great Era in all of eternity. I believe they also fear the emergence of the strongest human Great Emperor."

"Tell us," Li Tian urged.

"If we actually do it, it will be a near-death experience. I hope it will be effective enough to deter them," Ye Fan said.

The world trembled; all five domains were astonished!

On this day, cultivators everywhere were astonished, their gazes fixed on the Southern Ridge. Everyone found it hard to believe, deeming it incredible.

Twelve years had passed since he left this ancient planet, yet the former Sacred Body had reappeared, returning to the human world.

In one day, he slew eight mighty figures, including the leader of an Ancient Desolate aristocratic family. By night, he annihilated a hundred elite members of the Divine Spirit Valley's ancient race. Experts lay dead at his feet, blood soaking his iron sword—a single battle that shook the entire world.

Cultivators across all five domains were shocked. It was all too sudden; such a combat record was terrifying, and the news felt unreal.

"How did he return? How could he reappear in the world? Crossing the starry sky is something even ancient Saints might not accomplish safely."

"This is unbelievable! One person struck down so many masters. Twelve years unseen, how did he become so strong?"

"He slaughtered Wang Teng's father—how powerful! This means he's now in an unending feud with the Northern Emperor. After twelve years, their ultimate showdown is about to happen."

"The Sacred Body! He's back! Unbelievable, truly terrifying. So powerful and formidable, inspiring awe!"

On this day, cultivators everywhere were discussing him; Ye Fan became the focus of conversation, astonishing everyone.

One battle shook the world, stirring up a great wave that swept across the sky. Ye Fan's return brought unrest to all regions.

"I believe the current Sacred Body has achieved minor completion; it would be hard to find an opponent at the second layer of the Celestial Platform. He can now look down upon the world," commented an old sect master from Central State.

"The Central Emperor hasn't made a move in many years, so his power is unknown. Hua Yunfei and the Shaking Light Holy Son have risen; I wonder who would be weaker or stronger if they were to face the Sacred Body in a duel," hoped someone who relished chaos.

"The Sacred Body has returned! Perhaps he will clash with terrifying ancient race inheritors like Huang Xudao and Yuan Gu, sparking the most dazzling fireworks!" This was the expectation of a powerful rogue cultivator.

"Some pure-blooded young experts of ancient races who possess Primordial Imperial blood, each hold a status equivalent to that of the human Sacred Body. If one were to contend with them, it would likely be a near-death experience, and there would certainly be individuals capable of overpowering the human Sacred Body."

"Only through true confrontation will the strongest be known. This is a Great Era surpassing all previous ones, destined to be a blood-soaked land. Who will attain the Dao, who will become an Emperor? It cannot be determined now. The ultimate victor will surely walk upon the blood and bones of countless astonishing heroes from all ages."

"After the peak of prosperity and a sky full of shining stars, there will inevitably be the tragic downfall of kings and the decline of heroes in later generations, painting a magnificent picture stained with blood."

Ye Fan's return drew worldwide attention. Millions of eyes were fixed on the Southern Ridge; everyone was watching. Many immortal great powers specially dispatched people to ascertain the situation.

Reactions varied across different regions. In Central State, upon hearing of Ye Fan's reappearance, the current leader of the Yin-Yang Sect slammed his teacup heavily onto the grand hall floor.

Subsequently, he ordered his many disciples not to take a single step into the Southern Ridge, and to halt even outside the Eastern Wasteland. He also quickly conspired with the sect elders, truly shaking them.

In the Eastern Wasteland, the two ancient assassination Divine Dynasties had recently taken on significantly fewer killing contracts. People speculated that they were mobilizing forces to act against Ye Fan.

The world was terrified. These two ancient dynasties had lain dormant for over a hundred thousand years, and now dared to reappear, fearless of being besieged by various sects. This alone spoke volumes.

Remembering those horrifying legends—ancient halls built from the skulls of kings, carpets made from the skins of Saints—sent shivers down people's spines.

The strongest Divine Sons and Daughters of the two Divine Dynasties were born specifically to slay kings, making them the most mysterious young powerhouses in the world today.

People knew they coveted the Sacred Body's skull, and perhaps this would spark the most terrifying clash, as many believed they possessed the power to slaughter all kings.

Eastern Wasteland, Southern Domain, the Ji Family.

Ji Ziyue was beautiful and captivating, her graceful hair swaying lightly, her slender figure lithe. Her entire being was serene and intelligent.

For many years, the small dimples that appeared only when she smiled were rarely seen on her face. Her entire demeanor was ethereal and unworldly, like a celestial maiden from the Moon Palace, untouched by worldly dust.

At this moment, the jade cup in her hand dropped to the ground, but she paid it no mind, staring at Ji Haoyue in astonishment. "Really? Little Ye Zi is back?" she asked.

"Yes."

"He was on the other shore, and we are on this end of the starry sky, separated by endless distance... he... he's back?" Ji Ziyue murmured, then broke into a happy smile, a pair of cute and playful dimples appearing on her face.

At this moment, though she tried hard to conceal it, there was a clear hint of mist in her eyes.

In an ancient cave of the Ji Family, within a massive block of ice, a man covered in bloodstains with wounds corroded by dark light was sealed. At this moment, he sent out a spiritual wave, saying, "Little Ye Zi is back! Good, good, good! Kill all the enemies, avenge us! I never thought I'd get to see him again."

"Brother Heishui, you must rest and recover. You will surely live," Ji Ziyue comforted him.

"Tell Little Ye Zi to kill Li Xiaoman and Yuan Gu, or some of our brothers will not rest in peace!" Li Heishui cried out excitedly.

In the Wang Family of the Northern Plains, a tall, burly young man with flowing black hair and sharp eyes stood upon a golden ancient war chariot. Around him, true dragons and divine phoenixes harmonized, while white tigers and Xuanwu shone across the sky.

Like a Central Heavenly Emperor, he stood on the golden ancient war chariot. Golden sacred light inundated the heavens and earth. Nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine Xuanwu merged together into the Dao, roaring and shaking the entire world.

"Ah..."

Wang Teng let out a great roar, and all the mountain ranges in his cultivation retreat collapsed. Earth and stone surged like a tsunami, rising tens of thousands of feet high and scattering the clouds in the sky.

In the Northern Domain, an eternally existing black mountain, resembling a demonic wall, stood majestically, cutting across three thousand realms.

Upon it, a figure stood alone with hands clasped behind his back, gazing towards the Southern Ridge. "The human Sacred Body, quite interesting, worth killing," he said.

In more places, more people were gazing towards the Southern Ridge!