Chapter 807: Seal the Gods List Guards the Northern Domain

Chapter 809: The Investiture of the Gods Suppresses the Northern Region

"You're that blockhead Yuan Gu. Can't you die without pretending to be a saint? I've wanted to kill you for ages. Why have you been running around recently? Come here and die!" Duan De challenged him, pointing at his nose and shouting battle cries, as if driven by an impulse to destroy him.

Li Tian and Li Heishui both knew he was a fake and immediately rolled their eyes. However, Ye Fan himself did not stop him, letting him take the lead.

Yuan Gu, majestic and tall with a black sun in his left eye and a blood-red moon in his right, immediately narrowed his eyes upon hearing this, smiling cruelly, "Are you looking for death?"

"You blockhead, just come! I'll kill you within ten moves!" Duan De boasted shamelessly.

The surrounding people, unaware that he was a fake, were all alarmed. Seeing his arrogant, domineering demeanor, they couldn't gauge how strong he truly was.

"So this is the Human Race Sacred Body. I've heard his name for a long time; this is what he's like."

"He once led barbarian cavalry to flatten the Wang Family of Northern Plains, and even boasted he would destroy the Spirit Valley and kill Imperial Son Yuan Gu. Is he truly that formidable!"

Many ancient race cultivators whispered among themselves, seeing how he completely disregarded Yuan Gu. Some human female cultivators even had their eyes sparkling with admiration.

Duan De, full of vigor and grandstanding, shouted, "Yuan Gu, you blockhead, come! I'll kill you within three moves!"

Ye Fan wanted to kick him. His boast was too excessive; from ten moves, it had reduced to three, each time more unreliable than the last. Yuan Gu seemed like someone not to be trifled with, perhaps even having achieved Dao Severing; in that case, Yuan Gu might kill him in three moves instead.

"You're right about one thing. It only takes three moves for me to obliterate you, the so-called Human Race Sacred Body." Yuan Gu stood with his hands behind his back, his body wreathed in ribbons of demonic mist, like a demonic wall, seemingly ready to cut off the Three Thousand Realms.

Many cultivators rushed here. Seeing these two, each more arrogant and presumptuous than the last, everyone wished they would fight immediately.

One was the Human Race Sacred Body, representing an invincible battle physique, while the other was of ancient imperial bloodline, born destined for Dao Proving.

"Don't go too far; it'll get out of hand and you won't be able to control it," Ye Fan warned Duan De.

"It's fine. The first rule of the Jade Lake Grand Gathering is no provocative battles here. If he makes a move, the Immortal Tear Green Gold Pagoda might suppress and kill him," Duan De said.

On the other side, the Imperial Son also sent a voice transmission to Yuan Gu, saying, "Be wary of the Western Emperor Pagoda. If a major battle erupts here, it will unleash extreme imperial might."

Yuan Gu's expression turned grim. He said, "Human Race Sacred Body, do you dare to fight me outside the Jade Lake?"

"You truly have no guts. Here, I'll let you have three moves. If you still think you're not my match, get out immediately. I'll spare your life for now, and hunt you down slowly later!" Duan De stood proudly, hands behind his back, looking invincible.

Yuan Gu's face grew increasingly cold. The black sun in his left eye pulsed, and the blood-red moon in his right eye flickered dimly. He was like a deity or a demon.

"So arrogant! Is the Human Race Sacred Body really that powerful?"

"Ancient Imperial blood flows within Yuan Gu. He was sealed and kept alive until this era because his talent surpassed all the ancestors of the Primeval Lake Imperial Clan. He is naturally destined for Dao Proving."

Many ancient races were indignant, feeling that Ye Fan was too arrogant. Even if he was powerful, they didn't believe he could suppress Yuan Gu.

"Everyone, fighting is forbidden within the Jade Lake. Otherwise, the Western Emperor Pagoda will unleash its imperial might. Please consider your own safety." Just then, a celestial voice resounded, and a graceful, lithe woman walked lightly forward.

This was a woman like an elf. Her figure was slender, her waist so delicate it could be spanned by a single hand. Her graceful steps were light and soft, and her black hair shone like silk.

Her skin was as pure white as jade, gleaming. This was an unparalleled fairy face, with long eyelashes and misty eyes, imbued with a poetic charm.

The Saintess of Jade Lake had arrived, revealing her true face, no longer shrouded by immortal mist as before. At this moment, she exuded boundless grace and embodied the spiritual essence of heaven and earth.

A tense standoff was defused because she arrived to deliver a message: before the Ten Thousand Races Grand Gathering began, all races could first sit down and talk. Yuan Gu was called away by someone from his original lineage, preventing him from clashing with the Human Race Sacred Body.

Meeting the Saintess of Jade Lake again after more than a decade, Ye Fan was still struck by her beauty, although it wasn't their first meeting. She was a woman like a true immortal descending to the mortal world.

"Truly a peerless beauty, comparable to Yi Qingwu," Li Tian exclaimed. As if injected with chicken blood, he eagerly approached, opened his folding fan, and introduced himself, claiming to be the leader of a sect and continuously trying to curry favor.

Duan De solemnly stepped forward, pushed Li Tian aside with a palm, and looked seriously at the Saintess of Jade Lake, saying, "Actually, there's something I've wanted to say for twelve years but couldn't. So, twelve years later, I've returned for you."

Black lines crisscrossed Ye Fan's forehead. He stepped forward, grabbed Duan De's neck, and suppressed him with the sacred shell.

The Saintess of Jade Lake was stunned, then her eyes sparkled, making divine pearls lose their luster and fading the splendid pure land. She smiled and turned to leave.

"Damn it, this fatty deserves a beating. Come help me deal with him!" Ye Fan said. Li Tian was the first to respond, and others also stepped forward.

"This Daoist Master also had good intentions. If you don't want it, I'll be more careful next time," Duan De shouted.

"No way! I absolutely cannot let you, this scoundrel, inhabit my body again. If you don't come out now, I'll use the Sky-Devouring Demonic Pot to take you!" Ye Fan threatened.

Duan De grumbled, telling him to return the demonic pot first.

"I can't return the pot to you yet," Ye Fan said. "Since no saints have appeared among the human race, this sacred shell will likely be needed to make an appearance and deter others at that time."

This sacred body was genuine; what it lacked was divine laws and magic power. If someone were to probe it, its true nature would surely be revealed. However, if the Sky-Devouring Demonic Pot was kept within the sacred shell, any incoming magic power from others could be completely neutralized, and no one would be able to test the depth of this bottomless pit.

Finally, in a deserted place, Ye Fan returned a small portion of his primordial spirit to his main body, not daring to inject it all for fear of attracting a heavenly tribulation. The other half remained within the sacred shell, ready to appear as a saint if necessary.

Before the grand gathering began, the various races had already started sitting down to talk. Ye Fan and his companions headed towards a magnificent hall, clearly engraved with spatial runes inside, capable of accommodating any number of people without issue.

All kinds of beings were present here. Many were bizarre in appearance, and the place was very noisy with constant arguments.

"The lands occupied by the human race are too vast," came a voice. "A weak race has come to rule the entire land; it's time to return the true lands."

Inside the great hall, various voices were heard, arguing incessantly. Many major clans even began to divide territories, intending to split up all the regions.

The human sect masters were also debating, but they were clearly disregarded by the dominant races, almost on the verge of being ignored.

"In the Primordial Era, the human race merely occupied a corner, struggling even to protect themselves. They were food for many powerful races!" A certain royal clan was extremely assertive, saying such outrageous things openly and without fear.

"Indeed, back when the myriad races coexisted and kings contended for supremacy, the human race sometimes sought protection and dependence from powerful clans. They were merely an insignificant minor race."

"This is no longer the Primordial Era; now is the age of the human race!" Ye Fan walked in, his true body in front and the sacred shell behind, but without emitting any saintly pressure.

"Hmph, it is indeed no longer the Primordial Era," an ancient, aged being sneered grimly. "But now that all our races have awakened, nothing can remain as it was!"

It was called the Ten Thousand Races Grand Gathering, meant for sitting down and peace talks. Yet, the dominant races from all regions simply disregarded the human race, looking down on them from their lofty positions.

At the distant end of the heavens and earth, amidst a stretch of towering black mountains, an unusual aura emanated today.

In the Central Domain of the Eastern Wilderness, at the Sacred Cliff near the Northern Region, which was stained black and red by the blood of a great completed sacred body, its corpse still lay within the giant coffin atop the mountain.

At this moment, a golden ancient scroll sealed on the Sacred Cliff emitted brilliant light, rustled loudly, and had actually loosened.

This was a brilliant long scroll, cast like gold, refined by the Great Emperor Wushi in the past, and had sealed this cliff for over a hundred thousand years.

At this very moment, it trembled violently, rattling noisily, seemingly about to fly into the sky, and the entire black mountain trembled because of it.

Finally, blazing light shot into the sky, and it detached. It was so sacred and vast that people couldn't look directly at it, feeling an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

Inside the Jade Lake, the various races argued incessantly, discussing how to divide territories. They completely disregarded the human race, acting arrogantly, truly as if looking down upon a subordinate minor race.

As soon as Ye Fan entered the great hall, Yuan Gu and others in the distance immediately noticed him.

The Imperial Son stood up and sneered, "Everyone says the Human Race Great Emperor is not dead, and that Zhang Lin, a disciple of Wushi, suppressed and killed the Spirit Valley. I see deception in this; it's completely unbelievable!"

His words in such an occasion were undoubtedly astonishing. Immediately, all eyes were on him, and everyone looked over.

"I just want to say, no matter how powerful a Great Emperor is, they cannot live for tens of thousands of years unless they have become an immortal!"

The Imperial Son was imposing with heroic spirit and near-perfect looks. Nine divine rings appeared behind him, and he was like a deity. His eyes were infinitely deep, and he surveyed the heroes in the hall before continuing to speak.

"Who among you humans can prove whether immortals exist in this world?"

"The imprint my father left on me allows me to discern some heavenly secrets. I once slept for countless years in the Ancient Imperial Mountain, and I can clearly tell you that Wushi passed away eighty thousand years ago!"

"Although I was ignorant and my spiritual intelligence was not fully awakened at the time, I deeply knew what had happened. He died on the Dao platform; that aura shook the heavens and earth, crushing all realms through eternity. It was definitely a Great Emperor undergoing apotheosis into ash!"

As soon as the Imperial Son uttered these words, many were shocked. The great hall fell silent, and everyone was stunned.

"Humans, you are inwardly fearful, using deceitful arts, destroying a great royal clan of my Primordial Era. To try and intimidate all races with this is utterly delusional!" The Imperial Son sneered repeatedly, saying, "Because I deeply know that Wushi is dead!"

All human cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, and then many shouted.

"Nonsense! You weren't even born back then, what could you have sensed?"

"Your father's tomb was occupied by Great Emperor Wushi; you bear a grudge and slander his supreme reputation."

"How could Great Emperor Wushi possibly be dead? It was he who sent someone to suppress and kill the Spirit Valley!"

Meanwhile, all the ancient races became restless. Many were excited and asked loudly.

"Your Highness, is this true?"

"Did Wushi really ascend into ash eighty thousand years ago?"

The magnificent ancient hall immediately erupted into chaos. Many ancient beings were emotionally agitated.

The Imperial Son nodded seriously, saying, "That's right, every word I've said is true, because I was too close to that Dao platform back then, and I personally sensed everything!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the Jade Lake plunged into complete chaos, and many ancient races couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, the human race was enveloped in gloom and extreme worry.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the Jade Lake, which quickly spread inside; clearly, something major had happened.

"Wushi... Great Emperor Wushi... is still alive!"

An ancient being, panicked and panting, entered the great hall and uttered news like a clap of thunder.

"What happened?" Even royal clans like Blood Phoenix Mountain and Fire Qilin Cave could no longer remain aloof. Their expressions changed for the first time, and they personally inquired.

"The outside world is in chaos! Great Emperor Wushi has resurrected! The Investiture of the Gods he refined swept across the Northern Region, and ten thousand feet of golden light illuminated the mortal world!"