Chapter 800: Brilliant Eternal Morning Glow

Inside the Divine Valley, ancient kings' blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by screams. Anyone touched by the blood was instantly desiccated.

The damaged body exuded a terrifying demonic aura; every drop of blood seemed to possess an immortal power, destroying everything in its path.

This was a Saint, brimming with immense vital energy; even a tiny piece of their flesh could slay a Saint Lord, their power utterly boundless.

The Source Heavenly Master's art was unparalleled, dismantling a Saint's body with the precision and decisiveness of stone cutting, clean and sharp.

It was a terrifying sight; all ancient beings were stunned. Even an ancient king's head had been smashed to pieces by the Human Saint Body's punch, a shocking and unimaginable feat to them.

For the first time in history, humans dared to launch such a forceful invasion, breaking through all defenses and even shattering an ancient king, striking fear into the hearts of many ancient beings.

Whoosh!

In the void, amidst the shattered flesh, a brilliant light erupted, and a dazzling rainbow shot out from the fragments.

"I knew you had this trick!" Ye Fan sneered inwardly. He had fought against Zi Tiandu before and was well aware of this clan's strange ancient art.

Why did this clan name their dwelling the Divine Valley? There was a reason: they primarily cultivated their divine spirit, viewing the physical body as merely a temporary station!

The Divine Valley's ultimate goal was to cultivate the primordial spirit and forge one's own divine spirit, abandoning the physical body upon reaching the highest realm.

As a powerful ancient king, his cultivation must have reached a terrifying level; his primordial spirit was unimaginably strong, capable of completely discarding its physical shell.

Ye Fan, having anticipated all of this, was completely fearless and charged forward.

"Ignorant human, what good is your most resilient Saint Body before a divine spirit? To me, it's merely a stinking hide, a temporary station, a fleeting stop. Now, I shall take it for my own use."

A blazing light emerged, and a new ancient king materialized in the void, rising from the shattered flesh and lunging forward. He seemed to be forged from light, impossible to look at directly.

The entire world rumbled; various Heavenly Dao patterns appeared. Immortality, eternity, and eons all seemed on the verge of collapsing.

At this moment, even the Source Heavenly Master's pupils glowed with an unusual light, and he subtly frowned, realizing that even a slight lapse in attention could lead to a significant disadvantage.

This was the Divine Valley's most potent forbidden art, akin to a divine spirit descending into the mortal world. It specialized in severing primordial spirits and seizing physical bodies, a terrifying secret technique that could destroy one's foundation.

Buzz!

Ye Fan spread his arms, actively welcoming it, as if inviting a thief into his home. He offered no resistance, allowing the immortal primordial spirit light to fly towards him.

"What?! How dare he be so arrogant? Is he seeking death?!"

"Even a Saint Body is just a temporary station for our clan's ancient king. How dare he open his body to welcome it?"

Many ancient beings sneered. They had just suffered greatly, and now they finally saw a moment when the tide of battle might turn.

However, the ancient king, being extraordinary, realized the danger upon seeing this and attempted to retreat, retracting his attack.

But it was too late. Ye Fan's body was like a bottomless pit, especially his Immortal Platform, which was incredibly deep, transforming into an abyss that swallowed the ancient king's primordial spirit.

"Ah... no!"

He screamed in terror, as if he had discovered something truly horrific, feeling as though he was facing an ancient emperor, his courage utterly shattered.

He had only experienced this feeling once before in his life: at the end of the primordial era, when he knelt before the old Fighting Saint Emperor, overwhelmed by an insurmountable heavenly might, unable to move.

Now, as he plunged into this abyss, he had the same experience. He cried out in terror, finally understanding what had happened: he must have rushed into the ancient emperor's weapon.

More precisely, he had entered a Human Great Emperor's Ultimate Emperor Weapon — this was like a moth flying into a flame, seeking his own destruction.

Clearly, the Human Saint Body had dug a trap, patiently waiting for him to use this ancient art to seize his body, luring him into a death trap. This was a sure kill.

"Ah..."

The final scream echoed, then a dark light flashed between Ye Fan's eyebrows, and he completely returned to calm, not even a ripple emerging from him.

Everyone was stunned. The Divine Valley's forces were terrified; their foundational extraordinary divine art had been dismantled.

An ancient king, silently, was swallowed by another, becoming mere dust, ceasing to exist without even a splash.

The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot, a weapon of an ancient Great Emperor! Not to mention an ancient king, it could swallow even the sun, moon, and stars. Rushing into it voluntarily was, naturally, a path to certain death.

Roar!

Nearby, another even more powerful ancient king roared, and rolling demonic energy surged forth, instantly obscuring the stars and moon in the sky.

With one step, he shattered the void and charged forward rapidly, his body radiating light, demonic energy overwhelming. Mountains and rivers collapsed in his eyes, the sun and moon plummeted; he appeared utterly terrifying.

These were traces of the Great Dao; he used his peerless magical power to sever Ye Fan's primordial spirit, aiming to dissect his Immortal Platform.

Click!

The Source Heavenly Master made his move, lightly flicking his finger. Countless Source Heavenly patterns materialized in all directions, transforming the entire Divine Valley into an altar, divine light blazing like flames.

This was to sacrifice all living beings in the entire valley!

Simultaneously, he used this supreme forbidden Source Array to block the ancient king, then calmly moved in for the kill.

The ancient king's gaze shifted, filled with the vicissitudes of ages. He unleashed the power of Samsara, shouting, "Calamity Dao Samsara!"

This involved "Calamity" and "Dao" alternating, forming a cycle of Samsara that eradicated spatial constraints and severed the causality of time, possessing immeasurable divine power.

Facing this divine principle, the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master displayed a cultivation that defied the mortal world. Source patterns covered his body, merging him with heaven and earth. He stood upon the boundless earth, his hands upholding the eternal blue sky.

He glowed all over, like an eternal deity. Heaven and earth's essence surged from all directions, and Great Dao imprints became divine rivers intertwining in the void.

All mountains moved in unison, endless earth veins revived, and the sky hummed with the Dao, dropping mysterious light. All of it served the Source Heavenly Master alone; every movement he made represented the will of this heaven and earth.

Boom!

With a gentle stretch of his hand, he pressed forward, as if collapsing the world. He instantly suppressed the ancient king, making him shrink, causing him to cough up blood and his bones to shatter.

At the beginning of the Dao, at the end of the Source, Source Arts were also a form of Dao. Cultivated to their peak, they allowed for the unity of man and heaven, wielding the Heavenly Dao, making one omnipotent.

This ancient king, gaunt and incredibly powerful, was now coughing up large amounts of blood, having sustained a Great Dao injury. All things floated and sank in his eyes, and then all scenery instantly collapsed, making him even more terrifying.

Ye Fan was about to use the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot on the spot, but was stopped and secretly warned by the Source Heavenly Master: "Let them believe we are acting under the decree of Great Emperor Wushi, to suppress the Divine Valley and deter all races. Do not recklessly use the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot, or it will be difficult to erase the aura of Great Emperor Ruthless afterwards."

"Kill!"

At this point, no more words were needed; they could only compose a battle song with their lives, fighting to the bitter end.

Ye Fan, with a damaged great bell hovering above his head and holding the black battle-ge, slaughtered his way through the Divine Valley as if entering an uninhabited land.

Thud!

A single sweep of the iron ge cleared a wide area, black light flashing. Six or seven blood-stained heads flew into the air, their faces etched with unwillingness and terror, as headless bodies collapsed into pools of blood.

Thud!

Ye Fan swept through, striking with his iron ge as if scything grass. Ancient beings were cut in half one after another, blood staining the ground, bodies paving the path ahead.

Wherever he went, few could resist him. He fought boldly and openly, single-handedly battling in all directions. Blood flowed in trickles, forming small rivers, and corpses lay everywhere underfoot.

Meanwhile, the divine generals were also extremely terrifying, mainly because their physical bodies were incredibly tough, no weaker than a Saint Body.

This was because they were once subordinates of the Undying Heavenly Sovereign, a group of divine generals who remained unparalleled even after countless eons.

Various weapons and ancient treasures struck them, yet could barely leave a scratch; their durability was boundless!

They were like an iron torrent, unstoppable. One of them alone could match a thousand soldiers, sweeping aside all resistance.

Throughout history, the ancient royal clans had always been supreme, ruling the world and looking down upon the land. When had they ever been attacked like this?

Now, the fighting was so fierce that the sun and moon lost their light, ghosts wailed and gods roared. The Divine Valley was rapidly turning into a valley of ghosts, with corpses everywhere and endless bloodshed.

For the first time, humanity had stepped into and conquered this place—a world-shattering event!

On the other side, the Source Heavenly Master let out a long roar, his arrogance and bloodlust still strong. He fought fiercely, overpowering the ancient king and was on the verge of slaying him.

This ancient king unleashed his strongest attack: forty-nine pairs of divine wings flapped, the harmonious sounds of the Great Dao resonated continuously, and an immortal deity appeared behind him.

Dazzling light surged, and divine rings appeared one after another, encircling him. As his divine wings flapped, the deity mirrored his movements, jointly attacking forward.

Traversing the vast cosmos, condensing heaven and earth!

Creation, the beginning of the Dao, the principle of the divine—all slashed forth.

"Fixing the Veins, Locking the Universe!"

Facing the ancient king's peerless cultivation method, the Source Heavenly Master still employed an ancient art from the Source Heavenly Book.

Stream after stream of divine light poured from his fingertips, like threads and wisps, transforming into soft glows that penetrated every crevice, piercing the void and binding forward.

This was the art of fixing mountain and dragon veins, capable of binding the sun, moon, and star rivers, changing heaven and earth; now, it had become a divine principle of slaughter!

The ancient king's divine wings were bound, and the deity appearing behind him was locked, as if trapped in purgatory, held motionless.

"Ah..." A miserable scream echoed through the night sky.

His body was torn apart, as if countless divine chains had coiled around him, constricting his body until it cracked in many places.

The Source Heavenly Master seemed to have merged with the Dao. With a flip of his hand, endless divine light descended, the Great Dao roaring as it thundered down, terrifying beyond measure.

Thud!

This ancient king was torn to shreds by chains of Heavenly Dao. His primordial spirit flew out, attempting to seize a physical body, but was pulverized into dust by the roaring sound of the Dao.

Bang! But at the same time, the Source Heavenly Master suffered severe injuries, almost torn in half, as an ancient king, so aged he was barely recognizable, appeared and ripped off more than half of his body.

The last ancient king of the Divine Valley appeared. He had been in deep slumber and had only now awakened, breaking free from his divine source.

He was bald and his skin was wrinkled, clearly at the end of his lifespan, like a dying lamp. Yet, he was still incredibly powerful, terrifying to the extreme.

This was the Divine Valley's ancestor of this era!

Covered in blood, his reddish fur soaked, he remained calm, not attempting to reattach his missing half, quietly facing forward.

"..." On the cliff, Yang Yi's face was streaked with tears. The Source Heavenly Master, though no longer magnificent, remained unyielding, just as he had always been.

"Grandmaster!" Ye Fan stepped forward, intending to intervene.

The Source Heavenly Master stopped him, saying, "The eighty-one great banners can destroy heaven and earth once. You decide when to use them. However, they are quickly deteriorating after being brought out and cannot last long."

Having said this, he calmly faced the oldest ancient king before him.

The night was almost over; the silver moon was setting in the west, and little time remained.

He looked at the sky, then at the earth, said nothing, then turned to gaze at the distant cliff where a beautiful figure stood.

Dawn was approaching, time was short, and he was about to disappear.

"Grandmaster!" Yang Yi cried out, rushing forward recklessly and throwing herself into his embrace. She let his blood stain her white dress, holding him tightly, unwilling to let go, fearing he would vanish in an instant.

"Promise me you will live well," he said, gently patting her back and slowly wiping away her tears.

At that very moment, the Divine Valley's most powerful ancient king finally struck again. The Great Dao pressed down from the sky, destroying everything!

"Eons of time, a dream to sever the Dao!" At the same time, the Source Heavenly Master, Zhang Lai, declared, his body transforming into an immortal divine light.

There was no sound, no fluctuation, only boundless, profound tranquility. This divine principle swept through the Divine Valley, instantly desiccating the ancient king who bore the brunt of it.

Afterwards, other beings in the valley continuously disintegrated, dissolving into this immortal Dao light.

"Everything that needed to be done has been done. The Source Heavenly Master lineage has annihilated the Divine Valley, suppressed the Northern Region, and brought peace back to humanity."

His words were resolute, ringing like clashing swords.

Finally, he reached out and gently wiped away Yang Yi's last tear.

"Grandmaster!" Yang Yi held him tightly, terrified of losing him.

A sliver of dawn light pierced the long sky.

His entire body was imbued with a golden glow. All the red fur on his body vanished completely, revealing his true majestic and heroic form.

He smiled brilliantly, just as confidently and exceptionally as in his youth. Yang Yi, the Saintess of Jade Lake, was momentarily stunned, then utterly heartbroken, tears streaming down her face as she desperately tried to grasp him.

Yet, all was in vain. This majestic, youthful figure turned to sand between her fingers, becoming fragmented light that slowly trickled down, gradually disappearing.

"No, Zhang Lai... come back!" Yang Yi wailed, tears flowing endlessly, wanting to hold onto the last wisp of light, but she couldn't grasp it.

The fragmented light continuously trickled, overflowing from between her fingers. The majestic figure blurred and vanished.

The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master, with his unparalleled grace, departed from the world, leaving an unforgettable impression.

He carved out a bright universe from darkness, restoring peace to humanity, and finally dissolved into the Dao amidst the morning glow, becoming an eternal rainbow.

The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master had fulfilled his mission, done what needed to be done, and then left, leaving behind endless sorrow.

This morning glow, this dawn, would forever remember his achievements, everything he had done...

...Chapter 802: Radiant and Eternal Morning Glow...!!