Chapter 837: Heaven's Village

Chapter 839: Heavenly Village

"In this battle, he killed so many people, carving out a bloody path on his own, which far exceeded expectations." Qi Luo showed a look of astonishment.

Old Dao Ba Zi was dripping with cold sweat, soaking his clothes, admitting to himself that he had no hope of achieving such a feat. The battle made the world dim, with ghosts wailing and gods howling, and a group of future kings suffered heavy losses.

Qi Luo was the first to give chase, followed by Huo Lin'er, who left behind a blue shadow. Then, several other figures also rose into the air.

No one expected Ye Fan to be so audacious. He hadn't left the Divine City at all. After coughing up a mouthful of golden blood, he landed on the street and proceeded on foot.

Many people were stunned. What exactly did he intend to do? With such audacity, stopping in the Divine City—did he want to fight another battle, leaving corpses everywhere?

Ye Fan remained calm. Using the "Movement" secret, he arrived at the Heavenly Revolving Stone Workshop, pushed open its creaky, dilapidated door, and walked straight in.

Everyone who had pursued him was dumbfounded. No one dared to approach; a Saint was residing there. Who would dare to cause trouble inside?

Ye Fan greeted the old man guarding the door, then found a spot and sat down cross-legged. Golden blood energy steamed from his body, and he transformed into a divine statue, appearing solemn and unmoving.

Although the Nirvana Sutra he had obtained was only a simplified essence, and incomplete, it was still sufficient for his physique to cultivate.

Inside the Heavenly Revolving Holy Land, golden blood energy steamed like a large steamer, and battle energy surged upwards. Ye Fan's body continuously resonated, and all his wounds were healing.

In just two and a half hours, he opened his eyes, retracted his blood energy, and became as vibrant as a dragon and a tiger. After washing off the bloodstains in the spring pool, his entire body gleamed with luster, appearing strong and powerful.

Ye Fan changed into a set of battle clothes and walked towards the gatehouse, bowing to the old gatekeeper. He said, "I have repeatedly disturbed your pure cultivation, senior. Today, I offer a bottle of pure spring water, which is excellent for brewing tea."

This was divine spring water taken from the Ancient Forbidden Land. He was very familiar and naturally handed it into the gatehouse without any pretense.

However, he felt a little uneasy. This old man might be one of the survivors from back then. Would he go mad if he smelled the aura of the Ancient Forbidden Land?

"It's been a long time since I smelled this kind of aura." The voice of the physically frail Saint was ethereal. He took out a broken jar and handed it to Ye Fan.

Enlightenment Tea Leaves!

Inside, there were a dozen or so leaves. This was priceless divine tea, especially precious for those who had achieved great mastery in cultivation.

Ye Fan quickly went to boil water. Drinking tea was a minor matter; being able to share a drink with this Saint was the real prize. He really wanted to invite this old man out to act as his guardian.

If he truly established a sect, having this old man sit at the mountain gate would negate the need for any peerless defensive formations. One person would be enough. Those who became Saints in the post-Ancient Era were now almost synonymous with invincibility.

The divine spring water had boiled. Ye Fan glanced at the broken tea jar, not daring to waste such a precious item. He only took out two leaves and placed them in the pot. A clear fragrance immediately permeated the air.

From afar, countless eyes were watching, and seeing this scene made them feel a little uneasy. Ye Fan had just been fighting a bloody battle in all directions, and the next moment he came here to drink tea with a Saint.

At this moment, everyone in the Divine City felt a headache. Even the ancient races felt a chill down their spines, deeply awestruck and inexplicably fearful.

Qi Luo finally appeared, entering the old grounds of Heavenly Revolving. He first chuckled dryly outside the gatehouse and then bowed to the surviving Saint of Heavenly Revolving.

Ye Fan used this opportunity to deduce that although this old scoundrel hadn't become a Saint yet, he was probably not far off. His current demeanor revealed some clues.

Qi Luo entered the room, putting on a pretense of righteousness that made Ye Fan's teeth itch. He wished he could beat him up and kick him a couple of times.

"Crybaby, why did you follow me here?"

"Aren't you going to establish a sect? I'm bringing whatever you need." Qi Luo was quite direct.

"Getting involved with you guys will likely lead to the whole world trying to kill us. Who knows how many Ultimate Imperial Weapons might be brought to bear then." Ye Fan shook his head.

"The Heavenly Court has long turned to dust. We don't want to restore it; we just need to break through the ancient halls of Hell and the Human World. You can do whatever you want with the rest." Qi Luo was also quite direct.

At the same time, he was very unreserved. After respectfully bowing to the Heavenly Revolving Saint, he snatched a cup of tea from Ye Fan and slowly began to savor it.

The tea's fragrance wafted, spreading far and wide, leaving an endless aftertaste.

"Brewing Enlightenment Tea with divine spring water from within a Life Forbidden Zone—this pot of tea is truly too precious. This is something ancient Great Emperors often did."

Qi Luo was almost intoxicated, but dared not lose his composure. He showed great respect to the Saint of Heavenly Revolving, uttering words that Ye Fan couldn't quite catch.

The tea's aroma permeated the air, drifting onto the quiet, ancient street, causing many onlookers to become almost entranced, their expressions dazed.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the gatehouse. It wasn't his first time drinking Enlightenment Tea, but this time was the most different. His mind felt clear and empty, and he quickly settled down, contemplating all aspects of the recent battle, entering a profound state.

It was a long time before he came to his senses. He poured a second cup of tea and began to savor it, feeling as if threads of divine principles were intertwining within his Immortal Platform.

"Greetings, Human Saint." A sweet voice rang out. Huo Lin'er had arrived, bowing respectfully outside the gatehouse.

The Saint of Heavenly Revolving nodded, but said nothing.

Huo Lin'er tidied her bright blue hair, which was like seawater, and gracefully entered. She said, "In the past, my Imperial Father would brew a pot of Enlightenment Tea with divine spring water every day, silently gazing up at the starry sky, often staying awake all night. Smelling the familiar tea aroma, I couldn't help but walk in."

She explained to the Saint of Heavenly Revolving, asking for forgiveness for her presumptuous disturbance, which was much more proper than Qi Luo's approach.

"How truly extravagant! Brewing Enlightenment Tea every day with divine spring water from a Life Forbidden Zone. So, ancient Great Emperors continued this habit from the Primordial Emperors." Qi Luo clicked his tongue in wonder.

"Unfortunately, that old tea tree seems unable to leave the Undying Mountain. My Imperial Father wanted to plant it beside the Fire Lin Cave, but it almost died, so he sent it back," Huo Lin'er said.

Ye Fan almost spat out a mouthful of tea. He thought about how pitiful that old tea tree was; the Undying Emperor had chopped down its main trunk to make coffin boards.

Furthermore, when he entered the Undying Mountain over a decade ago, the Big Black Dog had also mentioned that Emperor Wu Shi had tormented it, leaving the old tea tree sickly and almost withered, forcing it to be replanted in the Undying Mountain.

"The Primordial Emperors have passed away, and the ancient Great Emperors have also departed. After a terrifyingly long period, nothing remains. Only undying medicines like Enlightenment Tea continue to live in this world," said the Saint of Heavenly Revolving.

This startled Ye Fan. Indeed, with the passage of time and the changing of eras, it seemed that the only truly immortal beings in this world were the undying divine medicines. Was this why ancient Great Emperors would each possess one? They were seeking answers.

"May I have a taste?" Huo Lin'er's eyes were misty, whether from feigned emotion or genuine feeling, she said, "In the past, my father would brew it for me every day, but I was always too lazy to drink it. Now, I can only miss him through its fragrance."

"Please, sit. Come, savor the tea slowly, and share some ancient Imperial anecdotes as payment." Ye Fan poured her a cup of tea, wanting to hear what kind of beings the ancient Saint Emperors truly were.

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. My father had me and my youngest brother in his later years. My deceased elder brother was twelve thousand years older than us. We couldn't feel our father's majesty and unapproachability like others did; he was just a kind father, no different from an ordinary person."

Huo Lin'er smiled faintly, then quietly sipped her tea, saying nothing more. Ye Fan surmised that even if there were secrets, she wouldn't reveal them.

Ye Fan was dazed. Siblings could be separated by twelve thousand years? How many such pairs could there be throughout history? How ancient must one be to have children like that?

The sky grew dim. Huo Lin'er spoke again, wanting to exchange for the Qilin medicine with Ye Fan, but she was still refused. She then gracefully departed.

Ye Fan and Qi Luo also said their goodbyes, left the Heavenly Revolving Stone Workshop, and vanished into the night in the Divine City. At this moment, no one stopped them.

On this day, the Eastern Wasteland trembled. The young powerhouses of the ancient races were shocked and awed. The Human Sacred Body, fighting alone, had devastated all in his path, proving invincible and astonishing everyone.

The commotion spread, and many people discussed it, causing a huge uproar.

"Is the Human Sacred Body really that powerful? Can he be compared to an Ancient Emperor's child?!"

"It's truly unexpected. Huo Lin'er didn't confront him. What is that girl plotting?"

"Dozens, even hundreds, of masters couldn't encircle and kill him. If he achieves Dao Slaying, he will be virtually invincible in an era without Saints!"

Both the ancient races and the human race, all cultivators, were passionately discussing this.

Heavenly Village was a small world unknown to outsiders. The villagers seemed ordinary, working from sunrise to sunset, living simple and commonplace lives.

However, after Ye Fan activated his Heavenly Eye, he detected abnormalities. Even toddlers walked without making a sound, which had completely become a habit.

Not far away, several children playing hide-and-seek moved like ghosts, displaying the peculiar movement techniques of assassins, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. Several old people sat on the large bluestone in front of the village after dinner, chatting. If they stopped speaking, there was no sign of life fluctuation from them.

Not far away, someone returned from hunting in the deep mountains, moving like a ghost, blending into the natural surroundings, making their tracks difficult to follow.

Ye Fan was stunned. This was a village of assassins; their instincts were deeply ingrained, having become part of their daily lives.

"This is the only small world created by the ancient Sages of the Heavenly Court that remains; all the others have been destroyed," Qi Luo said.

Heavenly Village truly had very few people, only forty to fifty households in total, with just over a hundred residents.

Ye Fan was already mentally prepared. If the Heavenly Court were sufficiently prosperous, it wouldn't have sought him out, nor would it have tolerated Hell and the Human World until now.

"Actually, you didn't need to run to the Heavenly Revolving Stone Workshop to drink tea, and you don't need to make me wary like that. I wouldn't harm you," Qi Luo said with narrowed eyes.

"Old Qi, someone outside killed a Great Accomplishment King from the Human World and is shouting for the Qilin medicine," a villager came over and reported earnestly.

"What? So fast? Who did this, killing such a big fish?" Ye Fan was surprised.

"It was done by someone from Divine Silkworm Ridge," Qi Luo said.

The Divine Silkworm Daoist, who roamed the human world perpetually drunk, was always followed by an old Daoist priest specifically there to protect him from any mishaps.

And this time, it was that old Daoist priest from Divine Silkworm Ridge who acted, killing a Great Accomplishment King from the Human World.

"The Human World is in great trouble. After killing one person, the Divine Silkworm Race can use the 'Peeling Silk from Cocoon' secret art to track down anyone who has had contact with them, perhaps even finding the ancient halls of the Human World." Qi Luo chuckled, saying, "The Divine Silkworm Race has also lost their undying medicine, which was rooted in the Ancient Abyss. Are they trying to contend with Fire Lin Cave for the Qilin medicine? The good show is just beginning."

"The ancient races have only recently emerged. How do you know their secret arts?"

"As an assassin, one must keep up with the times," Qi Luo proudly declared.

To be honest, seeing his expression, Ye Fan really wanted to give him a beating. He said, "In the Divine City, if I had been no match for those people and couldn't break through, would you have continued to stand by idly?"

"Such a hypothesis is meaningless," Qi Luo shook his head.

"Number one under heaven—the Heavenly Court's boast is a bit too grand." Ye Fan was merciless, pointing out the eras when ancient Great Emperors existed.

"In those eras, there was a Heavenly Court, but no Lord of the Heavenly Court," Qi Luo replied seriously.

Ye Fan bluntly pointed out that he had seen the Heavenly Court's last master, who died very unbecomingly, not like a peerless master. He recounted everything he had seen at Saint Cliff.

Upon hearing this, Qi Luo remained silent for a long time before saying, "Even the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body was possessed by demonic spirits, growing green hair, and needed Emperor Wu Shi to suppress him. For the gravely wounded and dying Lord of the Heavenly Court to be killed by such an existence is not shameful."

The two talked for a long time. Finally, Ye Fan took out the Heavenly Court's scepter and the human skin scripture. Immediately, a monstrous killing aura surged forth.

Upon seeing these two items, Qi Luo finally became agitated. His body trembled, and his hands reached forward, shaking continuously as he reverently held the two sacred artifacts.

"I finally see our ancestors' sacred artifacts again..." He couldn't help but shed old tears and started weeping loudly again.

"Don't cry. Seeing you cry makes me want to step on your face with my shoe prints," Ye Fan said, annoyed.

"Ah, I got excited, lost my composure, haha..." Qi Luo burst into laughter, the stark contrast in his behavior leaving people dumbfounded.

"This weapon..." Enduring the bone-chilling cold, Ye Fan raised the golden scepter. It was incredibly eerie, like a supreme divine treasure used to suppress the underworld.

"You don't need to show it to me. It is what it is. Even if you bring more Saints, it will be the same. It unleashes holy power commensurate with one's cultivation," Qi Luo said, clarifying that there was no true seal.

Ye Fan already knew that this was an inherited Saint Weapon, likely forged by a Great Saint or higher, but he had never used it.

Because this scepter was very special: it unleashed the divine might of a weapon corresponding to the wielder's own power. He had tried to have several people unseal it, but all had failed.

"Back then, my Heavenly Court had other Saint Weapons, but unfortunately, they were all taken. This scepter has special significance; without cultivation above the Great Saint realm, one is unworthy of wielding it. Its current state is meant to inspire future generations, allowing them to wield it and unleash world-destroying divine might only when they are truly worthy." Qi Luo spoke with great pride, then lowered his voice, saying, "The Shaking Light Holy Land has the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron, which was born from the heavens and earth. Our scepter is the same; it holds a secret that would drive even ancient Great Saints mad."

Ye Fan was stunned, then pressed for details, but unfortunately, Qi Luo's knowledge was limited.

Finally, Qi Luo held the human skin scripture, trembling, and said, "Do you know, this not only records the most crucial parts of my Heavenly Court's killing techniques, but it is also the most terrifying weapon."

"It's a weapon?" Ye Fan was surprised.

"Naturally. It is the Book of Time, refined by one of our sect's ancestors using his own quasi-Emperor human skin!"

The words "Book of Time" stunned Ye Fan. Just hearing them suggested infinite terror.

Legend has it that one of the Heavenly Court's masters consumed an undying medicine, lived for two lifetimes, truly mastered the "Movement" secret, and touched the realm of time.

Could it be that this human skin was his, refined into a supreme secret treasure called—the Book of Time?