Chapter 773: Great World, All Religions' Enemy

**Chapter 776: An Era of Conflict Against Myriad Dao Traditions**

Bitingly cold winds swept across the blood-soaked prairie.

Half a month has passed, and the northern lands remain consumed by the smoke of war, with battles and pursuits continuing unabated.

A colossal entity, which had stood for over a hundred thousand years, finally collapsed. Dozens, even hundreds, of predatory factions rushed in, tearing and competing, dismembering it. It was a scene stained with blood.

The sacred land crumbled, and the clan was annihilated. The Wang Family, which had ruled the Northern Plains since the Primordial Era, became history. A more complex power dynamic emerged, with all new forces united in their pursuit of the remaining Wang family members.

This was an unspoken agreement; new powers seizing control would inevitably rise over the corpses of former overlords. They wouldn't rest easy until the descendants of the vanquished were completely eliminated.

For half a month, the world was shaken; the entire realm experienced a seismic shift. The downfall of a Primordial Aristocratic Family had immense and far-reaching implications.

To ordinary people, this was akin to the overthrow of the ancient Heavenly Court, almost mythical. It proved that even the so-called 'immortal' would one day reach their end.

A lineage that had accumulated power and looked down upon the world for so long was thus broken. Its collapse was so sudden that clouds of dust and terrifying waves engulfed heaven and earth.

Even after half a month, people remained in shock. This was an earth-shattering upheaval that shook the entire world and awed all of humanity.

The Barbarian Iron Cavalry was incredibly powerful; tens of thousands of them entered the Northern Plains simultaneously, leveling a Primordial Aristocratic Family. This was the topic of every conversation, with everyone expressing excitement.

It had been years since such a major event had occurred. In the Post-Primordial Era, this event was significant enough to be listed among the most influential.

Ye Fan, a name that seemed to possess an unearthly power, spread across the Five Regions, striking awe into everyone's hearts.

After disappearing for twelve years, he returned to this world, which itself contained a shocking secret. How else could he have returned? Only ancient Great Emperors and Human Sages possessed such ability.

Moreover, soon after his return, he acted in furious defiance for an old friend, leading the Barbarian army into the Northern Plains and, in one fell swoop, flattening the Wang Family's sacred land, destroying an ancient aristocratic family.

Twelve years ago, rumors of Ye Fan were mainly confined to the Eastern Wasteland and parts of the Central Plains. Now, with this single successful battle, he shook the world; all Five Regions trembled, and his name was known to all.

From that day forward, no cultivator on this ancient star was unaware of Ye Fan's name. Such a world-shattering battle transformed him into an insurmountable legend.

Everyone was discussing it, major sects were pondering, and the entire world was in upheaval.

The power and terror of the Barbarian tribe also made the world tremble, especially the various sects in the Southern Ridge, who were all unnerved, realizing they had been unaware of such a group of ancient barbarian warriors dwelling deep within their mountains and old ridges.

Perhaps only the Demon Emperor Hall knew well that this terrifying force had never ceased to exist, persisting from ancient times to the present, albeit in a very low-key manner.

The full terrifying heritage of the Wang Family was hard for the world to know, but the fact that they possessed a Saint-level Primordial Ancestral Beast had already spread across the land.

In this Post-Primordial Era, Saints were mostly legends, rarely seen. To have such a living ancestral beast was truly shocking, capable of devastating anything.

However, even with such power, it was suppressed by the Barbarian army. The terrifying nature of these 'savages' was evident, striking fear even into sacred lands that possessed ultimate Emperor Weapons.

The turmoil continued, with discussions raging everywhere, and the entire world watched closely.

Ye Fan's powerful return, daring to topple a Primordial Aristocratic Family in a fit of rage, made the blood of many young people boil. Everyone, in their youth, yearns for success and to leave a famous name in history. Many left their mountain gates and began to journey throughout the mortal world.

This battle affected many aspects. According to statistics from numerous major sects, localized conflicts increased severalfold as a result, as if signaling the beginning of an era of unrest.

In the Eastern Wasteland, the Light-Shaking Saint Son stood beneath a divine waterfall, his entire body enveloped by one hundred and eight divine rings. Even his hair was golden, and his eyes were as deep as the ocean as he gazed towards the Northern Plains.

In the Northern Region, the emergence of numerous Primordial Royal Clans made many major powers restless, feeling as if they were sitting on pins and needles, wishing they could relocate their clans.

At the Jiang Family, Jiang Yifei, dressed in snow-white robes, was as elegant as jade, with wise black eyes, refined and handsome. Standing atop a towering mountain that pierced the clouds, he murmured to himself, "Yuan Gu might make a move, but Huang Xudao probably won't descend the mountain…"

In the Divine City, a dishevelled Taoist, wearing a tattered robe and reeking of alcohol, slurred, "Who am I? Who is the Sacred Body? And who are you?"

He pointed at the people around him, and everyone recoiled, nearly terrified, fleeing in all directions as if avoiding ghosts or gods.

"He is the Divine Silkworm Taoist!"

That was the only phrase people uttered to warn their acquaintances before quickly escaping, with no one daring to remain.

"Huo Qilin pays respects to the ancient secret land…" Outside the Primordial Mine, a figure stood alone, like an immortal, ancient mountain, so imposing it made people gasp for breath and threatened to collapse the surrounding sky.

He had stood facing the Primordial Mine for seven days without taking a single step inside. Finally, he turned and departed, seemingly merging with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, disappearing over the horizon.

In the Southern Ridge, on a picturesque mountain peak, silver waterfalls cascaded, green pines stood verdant, strange rocks rose prominently, and flowers bloomed in profusion.

A man, ethereal and transcendent, flawlessly handsome, like an exiled immortal, sat cross-legged on a stone cliff, his blue robes fluttering. His ten fingers lightly danced across an ancient guqin, playing a heavenly melody.

Around him, a hundred birds bowed in worship, descending gracefully. Various fresh flowers bloomed specifically for him, releasing their fragrance prematurely, their petals shimmering…

"Boom!"

The final string vibrated, emitting a resounding boom unlike all previous beautiful notes. A colossal black hole appeared in the sky, terrifying beyond measure, swallowing an entire mountain range below!

"The source of the Sacred Body, I have awaited you for twelve years. You have finally returned," Hua Yunfei said calmly, standing tall.

Several thousand miles away, on a cliff, a beautiful woman in white sat cross-legged. Three hundred and sixty-five golden whirlpools rotated around her body, each containing a golden deity within, eerie and terrifying.

After a long while, she opened her eyes, emitting two dazzling beams of light that coated all the flowers across the mountains and fields in a layer of golden radiance, making them incredibly brilliant and beautiful. But in just an instant, they all popped and turned to dust.

The Yin-Yang Sect in the Central Plains was utterly silent, unsettled by the recent shocking upheaval. Many disciples were especially terrified.

That devil Ye Fan had returned, even attacking a Primordial Aristocratic Family. If he were to lead the Barbarian Iron Cavalry against them, how could they possibly resist? Every young disciple felt their hair stand on end.

Of course, there were also major sects sharpening their blades, preparing to utterly annihilate Ye Fan.

The two ancient Killer Divine Dynasties, their Divine Sons and Divine Daughters, had already moved into the Southern Ridge, awaiting Ye Fan's appearance to launch a lightning-fast strike.

Throughout history, their Divine Sons dared to slay kings in direct confrontation, let alone operating in the shadows, renowned for assassination.

"Achieve Immortality through Slaughtering the Dao!"

Deep within the Southern Ridge, two ethereal figures cried out in unison. Then, around them, countless deep mountains and ancient ridges collapsed into dust.

A shocking murderous aura shook the myriad heavens for eternity, spreading across the vast wilderness, terrifying beyond measure. Afterward, a man and a woman departed separately, disappearing from sight.

The Barbarian tribe in the Southern Ridge remained unchanged over the past half-month: ancient trees reached the sky, fierce birds of prey tens of feet in size circled above the tribe like dragons soaring across the heavens, a scene reminiscent of prehistoric times.

In recent days, major sects had continuously paid visits. The battle in the Northern Plains had shocked the world, making major powers from all sides tremble, all wanting to discern the true situation.

The Barbarian tribe had its own code of conduct and mostly refused visitors. However, today they made an exception, receiving a group of distinguished guests from the Ji Family of the Eastern Wasteland.

"That young man truly didn't return with us; he remained in the Northern Plains and will appear after some time," explained an elder of the Barbarian tribe.

Ji Ziyue wrinkled her delicate nose and asked discontentedly, "What is he doing?"

"Little Ye Zi probably wants to find Tu Fei. It's been sixteen or seventeen years since they parted; he was teleported to the Northern Plains and has been without news ever since," said Li Heishui from within a giant block of ice, his body increasingly corroded by dark light, his injuries worsening.

"Alright then, I'll wait for him here," Ji Ziyue said, resting her chin on her hand, sitting on a stone platform and watching various prehistoric creatures, her crescent-shaped eyes blinking with curiosity.

"Don't worry, Big Brother Ye will definitely return. He said he would take me to kill Zi Tiandu and avenge my brother," Dongfang Man said with a simple, honest smile.

Bleak moonlight, chill winds, a desolate prairie, a blood-stained future, and the downfall of heroes.

Ye Fan had not yet left the Northern Plains. He was traveling around with Yan Yixi and Li Tian, witnessing scenes of conflict as various armies poured into the Northern Plains, engaged in ceaseless slaughter.

The fighting was finally drawing to a close. During this process, they also intervened to eliminate several major enemies.

"Tu Fei, where did you go, and which remote corner did the Black Emperor teleport you to?" Ye Fan wondered, wanting to find his old friend.

The fate of Pang Bo, Monkey, and others was unknown, their whereabouts uncertain. As for the rest, grim news had already arrived, awaiting cruel verification.

No one was pursuing them anymore, but Ye Fan also couldn't be easily found. All his enemies were now focused on him, undoubtedly preparing to kill him.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry to return. To find his old friends, everything had to be carefully planned, requiring a slow and thorough search.

The bright moon hung high, casting a cold glow. On the vast prairie, wild grasses grew taller than a person, creating a scene of desolation.

Under this moonlit night, lone wolves howled sorrowfully at the moon, their cries echoing exceptionally far.

Ye Fan and the other two traveled on foot, traversing large swathes of the prairie, visiting many ancient sects, and observing various local customs.

"Dong…"

A resounding boom, exceptionally distant under the moonlit night, like the grand ringing of a great bell.

Wild grasses covered the ground, an endless vast prairie, hundreds of thousands of miles without a trace of human habitation. Especially this region, it was even more desolate, with grasses two to three meters tall. How could such a sound be heard here?

Ye Fan and the others rushed forward, swiftly traveling over a hundred miles. In front of the vast, grass-filled wilderness, an ancient monastery stood majestically, enveloped in sacred radiance.

This was a very mysterious scene: an endless desolate prairie under the moonlit night, with only the howling of wolves, yet suddenly, such a sacred ancient temple appeared! It was truly abrupt.

"Buddhism from the Western Desert once entered the Northern Plains to spread its teachings countless years ago. Could this be a holy temple left from that time? Legend has it that one of Amitabha's Ten Great Disciples personally came to the Northern Plains to impart teachings," Ye Fan wondered with surprise.

The ancient temple was towering and magnificent, solemn and sacred. Although it was night, it was enveloped in a golden glow, and the resonant boom of a great bell emanated from within.

As they pushed open the ancient temple gates and entered the courtyard, the group immediately felt a sense of grandeur and solemnity, with the surging power of Buddhist Dharma.

Suddenly, Ye Fan froze. As he stepped into a Buddhist hall, he was almost petrified, for he saw a familiar figure, a peerless beauty.

"Distinguished guests from afar, I am An Miaoyi, playing a zither tune under the night moon…" A woman of unparalleled beauty, whose allure could topple cities and kingdoms with a single smile, sat in the Buddhist hall.

"Miaoyi!" Ye Fan exclaimed, losing his voice.

"You know me, but I no longer know you. So, that means you are the one I have been waiting for."

The woman, dressed in snow-white, exquisitely beautiful and moving, smiled brilliantly, yet it made Ye Fan's heart tremble with an indescribable feeling.