Chapter 803: Scripture

**Chapter 805: The Ancient Scroll**

Previously, tensions were high, with the Primordial Royal Families ready to march and decimate the Southern Barbarian Tribes. Now, however, an unexpected dramatic reversal has occurred: the Northern Region was pacified in a single victorious battle, followed by the Grand Assembly of All Races, which surprised everyone.

Half a month later, confirmed news circulated that this assembly was not a rumor; it was indeed going to be held and had already been finalized.

The world was abuzz!

For humanity, the ancient races were extremely mysterious and incomparably powerful. The fact that they would now sit face-to-face to discuss the future was a truly monumental event.

"Duan De, let's see where you can run this time," Ye Fan thought, confident that the unscrupulous Daoist wouldn't miss such a grand event. However, he wasn't worried that the fat Daoist wouldn't return his body, as the Swallowing Heaven Devil Jar was still in his possession. Ye Fan suspected that the fat guy had done this precisely because he feared Ye Fan wouldn't return it.

The Grand Assembly of All Races was destined to be an extremely solemn occasion, and the choice of its location and timing would undoubtedly be carefully considered. This was because the matter was of great importance; the ancient races were incredibly powerful, and if they were to wipe out all human experts, there would be nowhere for humanity to lament.

Ultimately, after negotiations among various races and at the request of the human race, the assembly location was chosen as the Jade Lake, a secure arrangement. The Jade Lake was protected by the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda, also known as the Western Emperor Pagoda, ensuring no unexpected incidents would arise and keeping all races in line.

To demonstrate their sincerity, the ancient races agreed to this request, as the location did not leave the Northern Region. If a war were to break out, they had no fear whatsoever. The human race was somewhat surprised by their swift agreement, which led them to wonder if places that had produced emperors, such as Blood Phoenix Mountain, Divine Silkworm Ridge, and Fire Qilin Cave, might all possess ancient emperor weapons.

In recent days, Ye Fan had been nourishing this living saint's body with spiritual medicines, incurring significant daily expenses, with all necessary items purchased from the auction house in the Divine City of the Northern Region. Now, he was not short on 'source'; his 'source techniques' had reached a level where he could almost transmute stone into gold. Furthermore, after leveling the Wang family of the Northern Plains and annihilating the Divine Spirit Valley, he had collected a considerable amount of divine source.

After more than half a month of nourishment, this aging body became luminous and radiant. He then used the Heaven-Changing Earth-Shifting art to reshape it into his own likeness, effectively rebuilding this body.

In these days, while recuperating his physical body, he also comprehended the Dao. The ancient scripture he obtained from the Divine Spirit Valley was indeed extraordinary and unique, detailing methods to strengthen the primordial spirit with incredible subtlety.

A fist-sized golden figure sat cross-legged on the Saint's Immortal Platform, radiating dazzling golden light. Practicing the ancient race's method of spiritual condensation, it grew increasingly solid and indestructible. Divine lights shot out, one after another, converging to form nine divine rings that appeared on the Immortal Platform, encircling Ye Fan.

Inspired by this ancient scripture, and through a process of re-sculpting, he had firmly established himself on the ninth small step of the second layer of the Immortal Platform, moving towards Great Perfection!

Ye Fan's 'spirit' resided within the saint's body, using its abundant golden vital blood to temper the spirit, which had an exceptionally powerful effect.

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, and Ye Fan's spirit stepped out from between his eyebrows. It was only fist-sized but had become increasingly solid, with nine divine rings appearing behind its head, transforming into immortal Dao light. Faintly, the Great Dao resonated, rumbling as it moved.

"Whoosh!"

Finally, with a flash of light, the golden figure stepped back into the Immortal Platform and sat cross-legged. At the same time, the saint's body opened its eyes.

"There's still some time before the Grand Assembly of All Races. I should go see some old friends first."

In recent days, Ye Fan had felt a vague unease. So much time had passed, and he still hadn't heard any news of Pang Bo, unsure of his whereabouts or whether he was still alive.

Two days later, he crossed over to the Southern Region, entered the Supreme Mystery Sect, and step by step arrived at Clumsy Peak.

The peak remained as it was, unchanged from the past. There were no magnificent waterfalls, no picturesque scenery, nor even the scent of flowers or the singing of birds. Only a few dilapidated stone halls and vast stretches of wormwood remained.

Others didn't notice, but on the solitary peak overgrown with weeds, an old man opened his eyes and looked down.

Ye Fan was astonished. Elder Li Ruoyu's strength was unfathomable; he had been discovered even while controlling the saint's body and employing the 'Word of Movement' technique.

"Why have you changed your physical body?" Li Ruoyu asked, his gaze like a torch, seeing directly into his essence.

Ye Fan was amazed; every time he saw this elder, his cultivation realm would significantly improve, at a terrifying speed. Back then, Li Ruoyu had sat in meditation on Clumsy Peak for centuries without any progress, until he finally soared to prominence, a true late bloomer. After that, his progress became unstoppable.

"Greetings, Senior." Ye Fan bowed deeply. The elder had shown him great kindness in the past, allowing him to obtain the 'Word of All' (Jie Zi Jue). Even when all the Sacred Lands pursued him, and everyone in the world dared not associate with him, the elder still wished to accept him as a disciple.

Li Ruoyu nodded with satisfaction, seeing Ye Fan's primordial spirit seated high on the ninth small step of the second layer of the Immortal Platform. He was very pleased.

"Ye Fan!" From a dilapidated hall, a man walked out, extremely excited, and grabbed his hand. Although Ye Fan had taken control of the saint's body, he had shaped it into his own appearance before coming here, allowing Zhang Wenchang to recognize him at first glance.

"It's me."

"I heard you embarked on the ancient starry road and left with the Nine Dragons pulling the Coffin, only to return twelve years later. What happened? Did you really go to the other end of the starry sky?" Zhang Wenchang asked excitedly. He missed his wife and children and couldn't forget the past.

"No." Ye Fan shook his head, then sat down with Li Ruoyu and Zhang Wenchang to recount his experiences over the past dozen years in detail.

Afterwards, he inquired about the mysterious figures who attacked Clumsy Peak, wanting to understand clearly who the enemies were so he could be prepared.

"The intruders were quite extraordinary," Elder Li Ruoyu said.

Ye Fan was immediately startled. He could sense that the elder had already "severed the Dao" and was definitely a King, yet he still gave such an assessment, which was no small matter.

"The main attacker was a flawed Nine-Aperture Stone Man, while the others did not make a move, observing the battle from a very distant location."

"What? How is that possible?!" Ye Fan was stunned. When had he ever provoked such naturally born and nurtured beings? How could this be?

Zhang Wenchang's current cultivation was only at the Four Extremities secret realm, but Elder Li Ruoyu was very satisfied, stating that there would always be a day for him to soar like a dragon. Ye Fan sighed, lamenting that in this world, probably only this elder would be willing to teach such a disciple; anyone else would have long abandoned him. He had a faint feeling that this elder would achieve great things in the future; each encounter with him marked a qualitative leap, and his cultivation speed was terrifying.

"Senior, this is an ancient scripture I obtained. I can't decipher it, so I wish to offer it to you."

Ye Fan took out a scroll of scripture. It had been given to him by Princess Yudie, the third most beautiful woman in Central Plains, who claimed it was written by an ancient Great Emperor in his later years. Unlike other methods, this one spoke of flowers, birds, insects, and a desire to be free from worldly strife—a mindset almost impossible for any human to achieve. Moreover, it contained no secret techniques or Daoist methods, and Ye Fan had studied it for a long time without understanding its true essence. He believed this ancient scripture was not suitable for him and had long wanted to find an opportunity to give it to Li Ruoyu, feeling that its natural Dao was very similar to the elder's.

Sure enough, when the elder received the scroll and studied it carefully, he revealed a solemn expression for the first time, sighing, "It truly was written by an ancient Great Emperor."

"I hope it can assist Senior in comprehending the Dao." Ye Fan was certain that this scripture had been given to the right person.

"Rather than an ancient scripture, it's more like a collection of notes," Li Ruoyu said. "I believe it was left behind either by the Grand Emperor or written by Emperor Hengyu in his later years after abandoning all other methods."

Ye Fan was amazed; the elder was indeed unfathomable, able to deduce even this.

"When you are on the verge of becoming a Saint one day, return here and retrieve this ancient scripture," the elder said solemnly. "Though it contains no specific methods, careful study will be of great benefit and can help you pass through that crucial threshold."

"Wenchang, I await the day you soar to prominence." Ye Fan stood up, then bid farewell to Li Ruoyu.

Not long after, he ascended to the Ji family, secretly ushered in, and arrived at the ancient cave where Ji Haoyue was in seclusion. The place was bustling. Yan Yixi, Li Tian, Li Heishui, and others were all there, and they were very excited.

"Little Ye Zi, you succeeded! The Bell of the Unbeginning rang for three months straight—that's truly insane!" Li Heishui exclaimed.

"How exactly did you destroy the Divine Spirit Valley? Quick, tell us!" Li Tian urged.

"Brother Ye, was it really you who was publicly cursing the Heavenly Sovereign's Son and Yuan Gu a while ago?" Dongfang Man asked.

Their hearts were filled with questions; they found the recent events shocking and incomprehensible.

Ye Fan meticulously recounted the events, and the conclusion left everyone sighing with emotion.

"A heroic spirit, peerless in the world, met its end in death," Ji Ziyue murmured. "But I think Yang Yi must be in pain; it's so tragic and poignant. Why is reality always so helpless?"

Finally, they all headed north, as the Grand Assembly of All Races was about to begin. It was rumored that Huang Xudao, Fire Qilin Son, Divine Silkworm Daoist, Heavenly Sovereign's Son, Yuan Gu, and others would make an appearance. Not to mention, the true titans of the ancient races would certainly appear. At that time, it would truly be a gathering of mighty figures.

However, they separated and did not travel together, a decision strongly requested by Ye Fan. This was mainly because Duan De, that scoundrel, had caused him a lot of trouble, and there was no telling when someone might appear to settle a score. The Human Sacred Body had been too prominent lately!

The Grand Assembly of All Races was scheduled to convene in half a month, but countless cultivators had already arrived in advance, entering this region. The Northern Region consisted of vast, reddish lands, often stretching for tens of thousands of miles, where no blade of grass grew, mostly barren. Although the Jade Lake was located in the Northern Region, it was an exception. Its area was fragrant with flowers and birdsong, with pleasant scenery: the serene quietness of bamboo forests, the natural beauty of water villages with stone arch bridges, and the spectacular sight of waterfalls plunging a thousand meters.

Ye Fan had visited this place before during the Peach Banquet and was not unfamiliar with it. He hadn't expected the Grand Assembly of All Races to be held here again.

He did not enter but waited outside the Jade Lake for the fat Daoist Duan to appear. After waiting for seven or eight days, his target finally showed up. Ye Fan was so furious his teeth itched. He saw his other self, clad in purple, radiating vigor and heroism, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were too shifty, not quite like a good person's.

"That scoundrel!"

His other self walked over swaggeringly, showing no intention of concealment whatsoever, with hands clasped behind his back, looking down upon the world.

"Fat bastard!" Ye Fan immediately rushed forward, letting out a loud yell that startled Duan De. Then, Duan De smiled and said, "Why so fierce? If you want to vent, I, your Daoist master, will let you have a good beating."

"That's *my* body! Throw that skin bag of yours out, and let me kick it to my heart's content!"