Chapter 832: Tian Ting Qi Luo

Chapter 834: Heavenly Court's Qiluo

The Heavenly Court — a legacy that once made even ancient saints tremble. Could it still exist? Ye Fan and the others were all stunned, speechless for a long moment.

Tens of thousands of years ago, all the Holy Lands joined forces, even deploying Emperor Weapons, to finally uproot the Heavenly Court. That battle was known to everyone.

"Is the Heavenly Court still in this world?" Ye Fan asked. This was a serious question, potentially a matter of life and death for him, perhaps bringing an unimaginable new enemy into existence.

He possessed the Movement Scripture and a scroll of Heavenly Court scripture. If the Heavenly Court still existed, they would undoubtedly try to reclaim them.

Old Dazibao seemed to guess his thoughts and said, "You don't need to worry. My grandfather bears no ill will; he simply wishes to meet you."

The Black Sovereign immediately fixed his gaze on Old Dazibao, circling him incessantly, and asked with a long, red tongue lolling out, "Back then, were the ancient halls of the Heavenly Court not breached?"

"They were breached, and everything turned to dust. That's all I know; don't ask about anything else," Old Dazibao replied concisely.

"Alright, I'll meet your grandfather," Ye Fan said. He wasn't overly concerned, reasoning that if the other party intended him harm, they wouldn't have appeared in such a manner.

Li Tian, Yan Yixi, and the Black Sovereign wanted to go with him, but Old Dazibao flatly refused. Ultimately, only Ye Fan went with him.

"Be careful. Ancient divine dynasties are not to be trifled with. Don't be misled by them," the Black Sovereign warned.

Ye Fan nodded. Human hearts were complex, and sometimes even a seemingly accurate judgment could be wrong. Perhaps this was all a ruse to make him relax, aiming to acquire the Movement Scripture from him.

They traveled north and eventually neared the Divine City. Old Dazibao's grandfather was waiting there, presiding within this ancient, immortal city.

Ye Fan was reluctant to re-enter the city because things were already stirring. He had made public declarations there twice, and countless eyes were surely watching, hoping for his third appearance.

"The Guardian of Tianxuan is stationed here, so no one dares to stir up trouble. That's to your benefit, which is why my grandfather is waiting for you here," Old Dazibao said.

"Is that so? There's something I've always wanted to ask about in detail, but never had the chance," Ye Fan said, not dwelling on the present situation but instead bringing up an old matter.

"What is it?" Old Dazibao asked.

"Years ago, after we escaped from the Primordial Restricted Zone, someone launched a night raid, attacking a Yaoguang Elder and slaughtering indiscriminately. Was that your doing?" Ye Fan had never forgotten this incident.

"Absolutely not me. When that happened, I became the prime suspect and had no choice but to leave," Old Dazibao explained.

Then, he recounted something that made Ye Fan's hair stand on end: they weren't the only ones who entered the Primordial Restricted Zone back then; there was another person trailing behind them.

"It couldn't have been an ancient creature, could it?"

"No, it was a powerful human cultivator, following in the footsteps left by the Yaoguang Holy Son."

Over a decade ago, Ye Fan's cultivation was low, making it impossible for him to possess the keen spiritual senses needed to perceive such a powerful tracker behind him.

Only now, after so many years, did he learn that there had been an unknown person accompanying them into the Primordial Restricted Zone. The events of that time seemed even more terrifying in retrospect.

"That person was very strong; we both were wary of each other, and neither dared to act rashly." Old Dazibao's single sentence revealed the other person's cultivation level: at least a peak Great Power.

"So, the Yaoguang Holy Son wasn't the one who attacked that night either," Ye Fan murmured to himself.

"No, it should have been him. From my years of experience, that person was protecting the Yaoguang Holy Son, and the two were in contact," Old Dazibao said.

"So that's it; that was his Guardian," Ye Fan realized with a start.

"That's why I had to flee that night. After escaping, they would certainly have moved against me. There was some unspeakable secret involved," Old Dazibao said.

"Yes, Senior, it's fortunate you left when you did. I imagine that peak Great Power personally came to kill you but found you gone, which also allowed me to escape that calamity," Ye Fan said, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

It had truly been too dangerous back then. His escape from that disaster was due to a confluence of factors, and only now, understanding the full truth, did he realize how terrifying it had been.

"Even as the Yaoguang Holy Son, it would be difficult for him to have such a Guardian, because that person might even be stronger than the Yaoguang Holy Lord," Old Dazibao said.

"He obtained another legacy. If I'm not mistaken, it must be the Undying Celestial Art!" Ye Fan had long suspected this, but the indirect confirmation still sent a shock through him. The Yaoguang Holy Son was indeed deeply hidden.

Old Dazibao was startled. This celestial art was astounding throughout history, passed down by word of mouth, yet no one had ever witnessed it, making it exceptionally mysterious.

Like the Anarchic Sutra, it never appeared in the world, yet it couldn't stem people's longing and reverence for it. It was as ethereal and distant as the bright moon in the sky.

"The Undying Celestial Art was created by the Ruthless Emperor in her later years to contend with heaven and earth for fortune, seizing ancient and modern creation. It sheds the old demonic shell and uses it to birth a divine embryo, starting anew," Old Dazibao murmured in awe.

This cultivation method was too mysterious, never seen in the world. The Ruthless Emperor was awe-inspiring throughout history; after comprehending her life and reaching a higher level in her later years, she left behind such a scripture. How terrifying would that be?

From ancient times to the present, countless individuals had sought to unearth this scripture, only to sigh in vain. Yet now, a successor had appeared.

"Talents emerge in every generation, each leading for thousands of years. Moreover, an unprecedented great era has arrived. The Ruthless Emperor's unparalleled profound art has appeared. I wonder when the Anarchic Sutra will manifest? Must it require a Congenital Sacred Body and Dao Embryo?" Old Dazibao mused.

They entered the Divine City. Ye Fan remained very cautious. Hell and the Human World were absolute sources of terror, and he dared not take them lightly.

Old Dazibao's grandfather was named Qiluo. The location he chose was magnificent, suspended in the sky, with ancient palace complexes built from five-colored jade, rumored to be supported by the Monster Emperor's Palace of the Southern Ridge.

Qiluo was very old, leaning on a cane. One of his eyes was cloudy, while the other was a black void, seemingly connected to a cosmic black hole, incredibly terrifying.

At his level of cultivation, even if he were truly blind, he could reforge his physical body. Unless it was a Dao injury, he could always recover.

Ye Fan didn't believe he was truly blind in one eye. That black eye socket looked like it contained terrifying Dao principles, and perhaps even a Dao weapon.

Qiluo stared at him for a long time. Especially unnerving was the wisp of dark light that shot from his eye socket, seemingly piercing through Ye Fan's body.

"No mistake, you've obtained the Movement Scripture and have seen the ancient scrolls of the Heavenly Court, but you haven't cultivated them much," he stated directly.

Ye Fan remained calm, but his heart jolted. This old man was incredibly powerful, discerning his depths with just a glance—definitely a master.

"Unless you become a Source Heaven Master, no matter how you disguise yourself, you cannot hide from the Celestial Wheel Eye," the old man said with a smile.

"Senior, what guidance do you have for me?" Ye Fan asked.

Qiluo immediately burst into loud sobs, tears streaming down his face. His weeping caused the entire palace complex to rumble as if about to collapse, startling the very sky into trembling.

Such cultivation was truly astonishing, far surpassing that of a Great Power. He was undoubtedly a formidable figure who had severed his Dao years ago and achieved profound mastery.

"Senior, what is this...?" Ye Fan was bewildered.

"Heaven has pity! The Heavenly Court's legacy was not broken after all; someone has finally continued it. Our ancestors' great hatred at last has a hope of being avenged," the old man cried loudly.

Ye Fan's blood ran cold. What was this old man trying to do? Did he want to drag Ye Fan into opposing the entire world?

It was well-known that the Heavenly Court's demise back then was a joint effort by all the Holy Lands. Rumor had it that even the Immortal Dynasty of Central Province had contributed, with the whole world participating in its destruction.

"Our ancestors proved their Dao through slaughter, eliminating many Holy Land masters. Their subsequent siege—we don't resent it; that was the karma of heaven and earth. However, how could the Heavenly Court, which overlooked the mortal world, have been utterly destroyed and rooted out in a single stroke?"

The old man wiped away his tears, making one wonder if he was genuinely sad or if it was just a habit. His weeping made the void itself almost collapse, a truly chilling sight.

"It was Hell and the Human World that leaked the Heavenly Court's location and secretly dealt a treacherous blow."

Ye Fan was somewhat surprised to hear this. The demise of the Heavenly Court actually involved the shadows of two other killer divine dynasties. It was indeed convoluted, with many hidden secrets.

"Because they knew that as long as the Heavenly Court existed, it would forever look down upon them, making it impossible for them to ever surpass it."

After a long time, Qiluo finally stopped crying. Ye Fan's ears were still ringing. This old man's power was terrifying; simply from his weeping, Dao patterns had densely manifested. If Ye Fan hadn't possessed the Sacred Body, his physical form would have already shattered.

"Senior, what is the meaning of your summoning me here?"

The one-eyed old man wiped away his tears, leaned on his cane, and stood by a window in the grand hall. He said, "Actually, it's nothing much. I just wanted to see what kind of person you truly are. Hearing is one thing; seeing is believing."

Ye Fan remained silent, calmly observing him.

"Earlier, Hell and the Human World deployed all their assassins, even their ace cards, nearly annihilating Wang Teng's body and spirit. But at the critical moment, he was rescued by an immortal crane."

Ye Fan was surprised. Even Wang Teng had become a target for the two great divine dynasties, which was somewhat unexpected.

At the same time, the fact that an immortal crane saved him made Ye Fan's heart sink. He had long heard the rumors that Wang Teng was extraordinarily gifted as a child and was carried away by a divine crane, leading to his later legendary feats.

"A stray dog is prey to all. Hell and the Human World have always envied my Heavenly Court's Movement Scripture but ultimately failed to obtain it. Now, they've naturally set their sights on his 'Proactive' Scripture. Once mastered, this secret art allows one to foresee all opportunities, and for assassins, it's considered a supreme technique, just like the Movement Scripture."

"So, their primary goal in trying to kill me is the Movement Scripture, not past grievances," Ye Fan scoffed.

"That's right. They have always coveted my Heavenly Court's supreme secret art, which can break through all formations, make traversing any terrain feel like walking on flat ground, and allow one to reach the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. After its ultimate sublimation, it will even evolve into the divine law of time."

Old Dazibao stood by, remaining silent throughout, listening quietly to his grandfather's conversation with Ye Fan.

After a long pause, Qiluo continued, "Within this ancient palace complex, built of five-colored jade, there are many masters. Not only are there primeval imperial families from Blood Phoenix Mountain and Fire Qilin Cave, but also many young powerhouses from the primeval tribes, as well as dozens of assassins from Hell and the Human World. It seems their divine sons and daughters are also here."

Ye Fan abruptly stood up and said, "What do you mean?"

"I want to see how you perform when besieged by so many young elites. Oh, I forgot to mention, Fire Qilin Son's younger sister, Fire Qilin'er, has also arrived. She's an imperial princess with ancient emperor blood, incredibly powerful, and she's personally here."

"You...!" Ye Fan's expression changed.

"The divine sons and daughters of Hell and the Human World are said to be capable of killing all kings, far more powerful than any Holy Son. It wouldn't be surprising if they had already severed their Dao at the Immortal-Three stage. You must perform well and not tarnish the Heavenly Court's reputation."

After saying this, Qiluo roared loudly towards outside the ancient palace complex, "The Human Sacred Body is here!"

"You old rascal!" Ye Fan cursed.

All around, murderous aura surged skyward. Pillars of qi pierced through heaven and earth, bloodlust obscuring the sun, rising straight up. Dozens, even hundreds, of grand masters surrounded the ancient palace complex.