Chapter 799: Heroic Spirit Unfading Through the Years

**Chapter 801: Heroic Spirit Undiminished**

Myriad mountains stood tall, peaks rose majestically. In the depths of this night, the Valley of Deities radiated light towards the heavens, scorching and dazzling, like a divine furnace burning in the ancient Celestial Court.

At this moment, war cries shook the sky within the valley, and blades flashed and swords glinted everywhere. This was a tragic symphony woven from blood and life, with many fighting with maniacal fury.

Who could have imagined that the Archaic Royal Family would be attacked? They had always reigned supreme, slaughtering all in their path and looking down upon the world.

Yet now, under the cold night moon, a group of reapers descended from the sky, killing their way into their territory, exceeding all expectations.

*Pfft!* Blood splattered, painting a gruesome picture. As Ye Fan swung his battle-halberd, blood mist sprayed everywhere; a group of ancient creatures was cut in half, sent flying over ten meters away, and a large number of corpses fell.

There were no words, no convoluted reasons to argue—only a struggle between life and death, a passionate war song enacted with blood and bone.

"Argh!" The Fifth Generation Source Master seemed to have become a demon, roaring towards the sky. He had fought to a frenzy, his body covered in long crimson hair standing on end, like an immortal crimson ape, contending with that Ancestor King's cultivation.

Beneath his feet, countless Source Heaven patterns appeared, gleaming with terrifying radiance. They encircled him and spread in all directions, causing many ancient creatures to disintegrate.

At this moment, the Valley of Deities, this immortal divine land, became his source of power; various dragon energies and source powers converged upon him like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

"Boom!" A single punch shook the heavens!

Zhang Lin's head of red hair surged like a tide, wildly dancing. He attacked the Archaic Ancestor King with broad, sweeping movements. He didn't seem like a Source Master at all, but rather a Battle Saint.

The Archaic Ancestor King's torn arm had long since regenerated. Dozens of pairs of wings unfurled behind him, and limitless black demonic energy surged skyward as he roared and charged forward.

This was a Saint-level confrontation. Between their fists and palms, ripples of Great Dao imprints burst forth, forming a blazing divine light, accompanied by various miraculous sounds.

Each of their strikes was an evolution of the very beginning of the Great Dao, the origin of laws, containing the secrets of creation, turning into a terrifying battle of Dao.

*Pop!* Like a heavenly blade cleaving decaying wood, Zhang Lin clasped his hands together to form a seal, unleashing a brilliant rainbow. It cut through the interwoven net of Dao imprints and surged forward.

In the close-range confrontation, blood splattered. The divine light emanating from Zhang Lin's clasped hands nearly severed half of the Ancestor King's body. Several pairs of divine wings were torn apart and fell, their divine feathers dancing in the air, each stained with blood.

Although wounded, this Archaic Ancestor King was indeed powerful. A pair of massive claws tore through the divine light, fiercely thrusting forward, piercing Zhang Lin's shoulder and nearly tearing off both his arms.

Corrosive blood spurted out, emitting a strange light. The Archaic Ancestor King's terrifying demonic claws were nearly corroded, and he quickly retreated.

This was a confrontation between life and death, a war song of life interpreted with blood and bone, fought with bodies, and clashed with Dao principles.

To be an Ancestor King of the Valley of Deities, one would certainly not be docile. When truly enraged, there would be few in the world capable of suppressing them. He roared like a demon, mad with fury.

He was at a disadvantage against Zhang Lin, which was unacceptable to him. He couldn't believe this was someone under the Great Emperor Wu Shi; how could a Human Emperor live until now?

"Clang!" A cold wind slashed forward. Ye Fan, wielding his black divine halberd, charged back in and chopped down vertically, like a black bolt of lightning, shattering all obstacles.

"Pop!" This Ancestor King opened his mouth and spat out a Dao Flower with seven petals. Each petal was dazzlingly beautiful, translucent, and brilliant, blocking the black battle-halberd.

"Boom!" Ye Fan's left hand chopped down with the battle-halberd. His right fist was like the head of a dragon emerging from a vast golden deep sea, bringing forth monstrous golden vital energy as he smashed it towards the Ancestor King's head.

"Thud!" A dull sound echoed. The Valley of Deities trembled violently; had it not been for the innate formation patterns, it would have long since collapsed.

This was a physical confrontation. The Ancestor King's claws, shimmering with Dao patterns, streamed with blood. Then they began to shatter; first, flesh and blood peeled off, then bones cracked.

*Pfft!* Ultimately, this Ancestor King's hand could not withstand the ocean-like golden vital energy and exploded. White bone fragments and bright red blood flew everywhere, a shocking sight.

His body glowed brightly, emitting a booming heavenly sound. Ripples of Dao imprints surged up, like an ancient god chanting, deafeningly loud.

Ye Fan retreated. He lacked a Saint's understanding of divine laws, nor did he possess that level of magical power. This Archaic divine light and divine law were unparalleled and fatal to him.

*Pfft!* He charged to another side, sweeping his iron halberd. Who could withstand a Saint-level physical body? A single sweep cleared a swath; no magic treasure, flying sword, or secret art was effective—he suppressed them with brute force!

Blood flowed, shattered bones flew, and flesh splattered. This was a terrifying sight.

At the same time, the Fifth Generation Source Master once again clashed with this Archaic Ancestor King. Gaining the upper hand, he occasionally drew trails of demonic blood, staining the earth red.

"Argh..." Zhang Lin was enraged, his life rapidly dwindling. When dawn broke, he would turn into ashes, forever ceasing to exist.

"Boom!" The divine valley and the surrounding mountains were all imbued with dragon energy. All ancient Source Heaven Dao patterns appeared, shining as bright as day, their intricate lines interwoven, covering the sky.

He seemed to be divinely aided. Although covered in red hair and grotesque in appearance, he exuded a divine aura, his entire body brilliantly radiant.

"Bang!" Six Immortal Seals!

Without divine source or stone skin, he used his hands to manifest and integrate this profound mystery with the Dao, unleashing a hazy light that swept outwards.

All of this Archaic Ancestor King's Dao principles and boundless divine power were sealed; they flowed backward, causing him to suffer a backlash, and he cried out as he flew backward.

"Bang!" The Fifth Generation Source Master stepped forward and delivered an aerial spinning kick, nearly tearing the Ancestor King into pieces, sending him flying high, blood gushing, and breaking over a dozen bones.

Under the cold night moon, on a solitary cliff in the distance, a beautiful woman in white played a flute sideways, its notes faint and mournful like weeping, poignant and exquisite. Her eyes brimming with tears, she played a heavenly melody, her heart twisting as if cut by a knife, her insides torn apart.

Yang Yi knew this was her last night seeing Zhang Lin, her last time admiring his world-defying demeanor. After this night, everything would turn to smoke at dawn, and they would never meet again.

She watched dazedly as the mournful flute notes pierced the cold night sky, lingering over the entire battlefield, like weeping and lamenting.

In a trance, she seemed to see the dashing and imposing Zhang Lin of ten thousand years ago. On the day he became the Source Master, all the Holy Lands came to offer their congratulations.

Grand gambling in the Divine City, great battles in ancient mines, establishing order in forbidden zones — he fought ten directions of enemies alone, with heroic bearing and a proud spirit, as if entering a no-man's-land.

In a flash, everything became void. This extraordinary figure suffered misfortune in his later years, his heroic bearing gone forever.

Now, old and afflicted by misfortune, half-demon and half-human, covered in crimson hair, yet that proud spirit remained. He would exert his last ounce of strength to suppress the Valley of Deities and restore peace to humanity.

In this final battle, he would vanish with the wind. This was the life of a Source Master!

Yang Yi's eyes were blurred with tears. Her jade flute was held to her lips, her sorrow turning into a melody, echoing under the night sky and drifting far away.

Zhang Lin howled in a frenzied rage, his crimson hair flying. Although no longer dashing and vibrant as he once was, now only grotesque, his heroic spirit still towered over the world.

The Source Heaven Divine Art in his hands was not only for seeking sources and refining stones, but also a Saint-level attacking style. He battled the Ancestor King, suppressing him with an absolute advantage.

*Pfft!* Patterns covered the entire valley, shimmering brilliantly. He became an immortal god at the center, striking like lightning, hitting half of the Archaic Ancestor King's body and nearly shattering it.

"Boom!" This Archaic Ancestor King roared. All the wings on his back vibrated, creating ripple after ripple. The Dao sounds were deafening, like a thousand soldiers and ten thousand horses galloping.

He was truly enraged. Having been suppressed the entire time, this was the first time in his long life, and he began a furious counterattack.

"Bang!" Zhang Lin flipped his hand, and streaks of light flowed down from between his fingers. He descended like a god, his right hand pressing down as Source Heaven Dao patterns emerged.

The Archaic Ancestor King was struck as if by lightning. That hand, covered in Dao patterns, possessed strange magical power like the right hand of a god. It slammed him over, his body cracking.

"Argh..." He couldn't help but cry out. The divine wings behind him were crumbling, their blood-stained feathers fluttering everywhere.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the earth collapsed. Another ancient king finally made his move, bursting forth from the earth's ley lines. Possessing world-defying power, he manifested a world-shattering storm in his palm, filled with chaotic thunder, creating and destroying everything.

He intended to kill the Source Master. This was an even more powerful Ancestor King, possessing immeasurable magical power, causing both Zhang Lin and Ye Fan's expressions to change.

This was an aged Ancestor King, his body hunched, his purple hair disheveled. He had forty-nine pairs of divine wings on his back, and dozens, even hundreds, of divine rings enveloped him.

He was emaciated, but his spirit was vibrant. His voice was clear and resonant like a copper bell, saying, "You are from Mount Zi, Zhang Lin, a disciple of Wu Shi?"

"Indeed, I am Zhang Lin, a disciple of Wu Shi. By the Great Emperor's decree, I shall suppress the Valley of Deities today and restore peace to humanity!" Zhang Lin's words resonated with clarity.

Then, he turned to Ye Fan and said, "Time is precious; slaughter them."

Ye Fan nodded, swinging his battle-halberd. Death reapers were everywhere in all directions; they were the undying subordinates of the Heavenly Sovereign, their physical bodies terrifyingly formidable, sweeping through and annihilating all enemies.

"From ancient times until now, this is the first time humans have dared to conquer the Valley of Deities," the elder Ancestor King who had just appeared roared. "But you'll have no return. Let's see how you slaughter all in your path!" As the sound of the Heavenly Dao resonated, his forty-nine pairs of divine wings vibrated, sending out ancient characters that suppressed the ten directions.

"What is there that cannot be killed?" Zhang Lin retorted. He slowly moved his hands, saying, "Today, right before your eyes, I shall kill another ancient king!"

"Argh..." Suddenly, the Ancestor King who had been injured earlier cried out. He was manipulated like a puppet, uncontrollably suspended in the sky.

His body was covered in dense Source Heaven divine patterns, which were rapidly cracking. The Source Master had already injected streams of source energy into him during the previous battle, laying down Source Dao divine patterns.

"Argh..." He screamed, struggling fiercely, but he couldn't move, as if fixed in the void. The other, more terrifying Ancestor King made a move, but failed to save him.

Zhang Lin unleashed his supreme Source Art. As if carving a source stone with a knife, he lightly gestured through the air, causing streaks of blood to burst forth on the Ancestor King's body as he was disintegrated.

This was an unparalleled Source Dao secret technique. He had already planted Source Dao imprints on his opponent during the battle; now, when activated, it was like cutting through decaying stone!

"Argh..." With a final scream, this Ancestor King's body collapsed, tearing into pieces.

Ye Fan stepped forward, his body boiling with golden battle energy that submerged the entire Valley of Deities. He then smashed the flying head to smithereens with a single punch.

On the distant cliff, Yang Yi couldn't control her emotions. Tears streamed down her face as she saw Zhang Lin's heroic spirit was just as it had been. Her heart twisted as if cut by a knife, asking why he only had one night left to live.

"I'll never see you again..." she sobbed.

The flute's notes were first mournful and weeping, then suddenly soared high. To die on the battlefield, to be buried amidst flashing blades—this was a hero's destiny; there was always a time for the curtain to fall. She played a war song, weeping as she bid him farewell.