Chapter 783: Old Friends Reunite

Zhuque City is quite famous in the Southern Ridge. In this demon-dominated region, any city daring to bear such a name possesses immortal legends and is ranked among the Ten Great Ancient Cities.

An ancient cauldron hung above Ye Fan's head, releasing thousands upon thousands of strands of Primeval Qi of All Things to protect him. He stood with his sword, blood dripping from its tip, looking like a god of slaughter.

In the distance, no one responded. The entire sky was silent. Countless cultivators in the city watched, yet not a single person spoke, not daring to even breathe.

Ye Fan was more of a killer than any assassin. The massacre he unleashed in an instant sent shivers down spines; dozens of assassins from ancient divine dynasties, including living fossil-level figures, were impaled by his sword.

"Since you came for me, why don't you dare to come and fight?" Ye Fan stood unmoving in the sky, embodying the aura of one who dared to face the entire world alone.

"Kill!" At that moment, a thundering sound of iron cavalry echoed from the distant sky, surging forth like a black mountain torrent.

"Who dares to touch my brother Ye? Children, attack!" The Barbarian army appeared, arriving through spatial gates, covering the sky and earth. Human shouts and beast roars filled the air as they densely packed the sky.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and their hair stood on end. The Southern Ridge Barbarians were now renowned throughout the world, having flattened the Northern Plains' Ancient Families and becoming a force no one dared to provoke.

Grand banners fluttered, exotic beasts roamed, and ancient chariots appeared, emitting rumbling sounds. These were the spoils of war from the Northern Plains' Wang family.

Who wouldn't fear the appearance of such an army? It could easily lead to the destruction of entire sects, causing everyone to recoil and flee as far as possible.

At this moment, people finally understood that the Barbarian race had become Ye Fan's powerful backing. Provoking him in the Southern Ridge would truly be courting death.

"Oooowww..."

A deep roar startled the entire land as a colossal creature streaked across the sky. Its dragon body resembled a mountain range, and its wings, larger than clouds, blotted out the entire sky, casting vast shadows on the ground.

The Barbarian Guardian God, the Azure Dragon, had personally arrived!

Ye Fan's heart warmed. He knew the Barbarian race was making their stance clear: no one in the Southern Ridge was allowed to harm the Sacred Body. Otherwise, they wouldn't have summoned this ancient king today.

"Let's go." The divine son and divine daughter of the two great ancient assassin divine dynasties saw this sight and silently vanished into the horizon.

Yuan Gu was formidable, but his figure in the sky remained blurry and indistinct, with only a powerful aura permeating the air.

In the sky, the Azure Dragon turned its massive body and looked in their direction. Yuan Gu, expressionless, ultimately chose to retreat; no matter how confident he was, he dared not provoke this Great Accomplishment King.

"What an immense display!" Li Tian and Yan Yixi exclaimed in awe.

Ye Fan knew that a battle today was unlikely to occur; most of those people would be scared away, as no one dared to confront the Azure Dragon or face so many iron cavalry.

"Ah..." In the distance, on a golden ancient chariot, Wang Teng, with disheveled hair, was almost insane, roaring to the sky like a wounded beast.

It was this Barbarian army that had annihilated his family, reducing the Wang clan to mere smoke and dust. This was profound hatred for his fallen kin, and seeing the chariots that had once belonged to his family made his eyes turn red.

Whoosh!

Ye Fan sensed his aura immediately and, using the "Line" character secret art, shot towards the sky with extreme speed, like a lightning bolt streaking through the air.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

A golden tunnel appeared in the sky, and the golden ancient chariot carried Wang Teng into it. Though consumed by furious hatred and roaring in despair, he did not lose his sanity and ultimately retreated.

"Wang Teng, where do you think you're going?!" Ye Fan's punch shattered the void, but ultimately, he was a step too late and couldn't stop him.

Zhuque City was abuzz with noise. The fact that the once indomitable Wang Teng had fled was quite a spectacle, given his past dominance.

"Wang Teng fled without fighting; that's truly rare!"

"The era of the Wang family has ended, and the so-called Northern Emperor has lost some of his confidence. Now, the Human Sacred Body has risen powerfully and is unstoppable."

People discussed, noting that even the consistently powerful Wang Teng had chosen to retreat, which demonstrated Ye Fan's current strength, filling everyone's hearts with awe.

Ye Fan stood in the distant sky, surveying his surroundings, when his expression suddenly froze, and his pupils rapidly contracted. At the very edge of the horizon, a beautiful woman in white flashed into view and then instantly vanished.

"Li Xiaoman!"

Ye Fan shot into the sky and pursued her, his Six Paths Reincarnation Fist pushed to its limit as he unleashed a powerful punch.

Crack!

The entire sky collapsed, and the area ahead became desolate. A great spatial rift stretched far, transforming into a zone of space-time turbulence.

Piercing light radiated from Ye Fan's eyes as he sped like the wind and lightning, rushing to that part of the sky. He saw a black hole vanish, and the beautiful woman in white was no longer there.

"You even killed Pang Bo; what else are you incapable of? If one day you appear before me again..." His words were cold, and he stood there for a long time.

The Barbarian army arrived, startling all enemies into retreat. No one dared to stop, and a battle that was about to begin was thus interrupted.

"Let's go back to the tribe, eat meat to our heart's content, and drink wine by the bowlful," a Barbarian elder said, stepping forward and patting Ye Fan's shoulder.

"Some of your friends are currently guests in our mountains and are likely on their way now that they've heard the news," another elder said, laughing heartily.

These people were all very bold and straightforward. They pulled Ye Fan, Li Tian, and Yan Yixi into the spatial gate.

Shortly after, the scenery changed, and they found themselves deep within a vast mountain range. It was a prehistoric landscape, with various ancient beasts roaming freely, their roars shaking the heavens.

As they entered the Barbarian tribe, a group of people were indeed ascending a formation platform, about to traverse the void. Ye Fan immediately recognized two familiar figures.

Ji Haoyue, the Divine Body, whom he hadn't seen in many years, was even more imposing now. He stood there steadily, with thick black hair, as unshakeable as a mountain, possessing a formidable aura that already hinted at the bearing of an invincible Divine King.

Beside him stood a bright and captivating girl in purple. With luminous eyes and pearly white teeth, she possessed innate divine beauty, like a budding immortal flower swaying with endless spiritual energy.

"Little Ye Zi, you're back..." Ji Ziyue was stunned, then slowly walked towards him.

"How have you been all these years on that side of the starry sky?" she asked. Although she was smiling, her eyes were filled with a misty sheen.

"It's been twelve years," she said, "there are so many stars in the sky; I've never been able to count them all, and my eyes get sore just trying." She continued to laugh, but tears streamed down her face.

Ye Fan stepped forward, gently wiped the tears from her face, and slowly recounted his experiences from beyond the domain.

Ji Haoyue had little patience for Ye Fan, showing him no pleasant expression. For the past dozen years, every night he saw his sister standing alone on the white jade divine platform, gazing blankly at the starry sky and muttering to herself, he had wanted to drag Ye Fan out and give him a good beating.

Over a decade had passed, but Ji Ziyue hadn't changed much. When she was happy, her large eyes would narrow into crescent moons, and small dimples would appear on her face.

When she slightly furrowed her delicate brows, her nose would crinkle, and the pair of small canine teeth in her mouth would gleam brightly. She was intelligent and playful, charming everyone who saw her into a relaxed state.

Ye Fan and Ji Ziyue strolled outside the tribe, recounting their experiences over the years. Their conversation held quiet depths, tears mixed with laughter, and their figures stretched long in the setting sun.

Standing on a large rock in the tribe, Li Tian watched the two figures in the sunset. He casually nudged Ji Haoyue, the Divine King Body, and asked, "Brother, do you have any more sisters? I've never seen a woman so naturally divine and overflowing with spiritual energy before."

As soon as he finished speaking, he found himself flying, having been directly tossed onto a mountaintop by Ji Haoyue.

"Oh, if you really have a sister, I hope she's nothing like you!" Li Tian retorted, still cheeky despite his situation.

"Go ask him," Ji Haoyue instructed, "if he only sees my sister as a neighborhood girl, tell him to get lost immediately and never show his face again! Ziyue has more than enough with a brother like me; she doesn't need him to fill a quota!"

Ultimately, Ji Haoyue still initiated conversation with Li Tian, though his attitude was far from pleasant, merely asking him to relay a message to Ye Fan.

It was clear to see his deep affection for Ji Ziyue and his long-standing dissatisfaction with Ye Fan.

"Oh, come on, that bastard Ye brat, isn't there still me?" Li Tian said, "I'll tell him to scram in a bit." After speaking, he vigorously tried to ingratiate himself.

In the evening, bonfires danced, and the rich aroma of precious meats like flood dragons and Rocs wafted through the air. Their golden, glistening color made everyone instinctively swallow and drool.

With numerous bonfires ablaze, the entire tribe was lively. Meanwhile, Ye Fan, with a solemn expression, sat cross-legged on a divine platform, using his vibrant golden blood energy to melt a piece of profound ice.

"Little Ye Zi, I never thought we brothers would see each other again, but my time is short..." Li Heishui's aura was weak, and his body was covered in wounds that gleamed with a dark light, eroding his life force and making them impossible to heal.

"With me here, you won't even be able to die. Don't worry, everything will be fine!" Ye Fan took a deep breath, then his entire body's blood energy surged, transforming into a blazing golden light that completely entered Li Heishui's body to help him expel the dark light.

"This is the blood energy of an ancient emperor's descendant; it's difficult to completely eradicate. Even a small remnant will revive and torment for many years. I truly can't hold on any longer," Li Heishui said.

"I will cleanse your body with Sacred Blood; you will definitely recover!" Ye Fan said no more. A soaring golden blood energy burst forth from his crown, spiraling down and completely entering Li Heishui's body.

The Heavenly Dao resonated, and endless Dao flowers bloomed, enveloping Ye Fan and Li Heishui. On the divine platform, a sweet, pervasive fragrance arose, interweaving with various grand Dao patterns.

"No wonder ancient texts record that the blood of a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body is comparable to a divine medicine. During those tragic upheavals, it saved many comrades on the brink of death..."

People watched as Ye Fan's blood actually expelled the dark light, and joy appeared on their faces, knowing that Li Heishui would be saved.

Suddenly, a fragrant medicinal scent filled the air. Ye Fan took out a jade purity vase, and upon breaking its seal, thirty-six tiny dragons, less than an inch long, immediately rushed out, filling the entire ancient tribe with spiritual energy.

Poof!

Ye Fan lightly blew a breath, dissolving twelve of them into a blazing light that enveloped Li Heishui. He then re-sealed the remaining twenty-four small dragons back into the vase.

These were droplets of the Divine Dragon Immortal Medicine, obtained from the Myriad Dragon Nest, which had originated alongside the Ruthless Great Emperor's coffin. Ye Fan had always treasured them, and now they had finally found a crucial purpose.

"An immortal divine medicine! Bringing someone back from the dead is no problem now; in fact, there will be great benefits, a complete transformation!" The Barbarian elders couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Boom!

Finally, as the golden blood energy boiled, Li Heishui's entire body's joints crackled, and he couldn't help but shout out.

"Alright, in half a month, you'll be a formidable man again, vigorous as a dragon and fierce as a tiger." Ye Fan stood up, his entire body drenched in sweat.

"What wonderful news! Come on, let's feast on big cuts of meat and drink wine by the bowlful!" a Barbarian elder laughed loudly.

"I want to go too," said Li Heishui, who was still sitting cross-legged on the divine platform.

"You'll just have to watch us eat Roc meat and drink aged wine then," many people laughed.

"Rest and recover well," Ye Fan comforted him. "When you're ready, come with me to the Eastern Wasteland to find Pang Bo, the Black Emperor, and the others. What if they're ancient emperor bloodlines? This time, I'll meet them myself!"

He would believe in anyone else's demise, but the Black Emperor's death seemed most improbable to him. That dog, which gave him headaches just by seeing it, would probably outlive everyone.

Ye Fan felt that even if he were to be killed, that dog would most likely shamelessly live on, bouncing with vitality.