Chapter 855: Poor Dao Yuan Shi

**Chapter 857: This Daoist is Yuanshi**

The Northern Region is a desolate land, with endless barren plains and chilly Gobi deserts, devoid of vitality. Traveling for hundreds of thousands of miles, one sees no sign of human habitation, only a bleak landscape.

Recently, however, this barren land has become increasingly active, with a growing number of cultivators appearing. Ancient cities, in particular, have become bustling.

Inns are nearly fully booked, especially in the oasis near Qixia Plains, which is so crowded that many cultivators have to seek lodging elsewhere.

“A peak showdown! The Human Saint Body against Yuangu—this isn't just the most influential clash among the younger generation, but also a confrontation between two major races. It's a must-see!”

This sentiment wasn't expressed by just one person; everyone was discussing it, eagerly anticipating the event as the date was drawing near.

From north to south, across the vast Five Domains, and among various races, almost all cultivators were stirred by the news. Countless powerful individuals arrived to witness this grand battle.

This battle had a profound impact, like a meteorite falling from outer space into the ocean, stirring up a storm that swept across the entire ancient star.

It could be said that the entire world was watching, everyone eagerly awaiting the start of this battle.

The atmosphere in the Northern Region grew increasingly tense, almost suffocating. In just three days, the conflict would begin at Qixia Plains!

Ye Fan had returned. After long contemplation and comprehending all his techniques, he held a special scepter and began to meticulously study the ancient Heavenly Court scrolls.

He and Qiluo had worked together to complete the Heavenly Court's legacy. Now, all its profound mysteries were revealed, no longer incomplete, and the Killing Sutra had become perfect.

Holding the Book of Time, Ye Fan's mind was calm and serene as he pondered. The great killing techniques, while somewhat contradictory to his own Dao, undeniably had unique aspects, demonstrating the path of "proving Dao through killing" to its fullest.

“What about the Human World and Hell? Have they made any moves recently?”

The excessive calm during this period made him feel a sense of foreboding. If the two great divine dynasties suddenly launched an attack during his duel with Yuangu, it would undoubtedly be devastating.

“The Human World has run into big trouble...” Li Heishui chuckled.

This ancient divine dynasty was targeted by people from the Divine Silkworm Ridge. After losing a Great Accomplishment King last time, they had now lost another powerful figure, and their “Thousand-Zhang Mortal Realm” was shattered.

The news was undoubtedly shocking, an unimaginably huge loss. This divine dynasty, named “Ten Thousand-Zhang Mortal World,” claimed to measure nine thousand zhang of the mortal realm and possessed nine small world-halls.

Experts from the Divine Silkworm Ridge used the secret “Silk Unwinding and Cocoon Recording” technique to track them down, discovering this important location. One small world was obliterated, and no one managed to escape.

“It was still that old silkworm guarding the Divine Silkworm Daoist. He acted alone, splitting open that Thousand-Zhang Mortal Hall. The news will soon spread throughout the Northern Region.”

Heavenly Village had special channels and received the news immediately. While it hadn't yet spread outside, they knew it first.

Indeed, not long after, the Northern Region fell into an uproar. Such a disturbance occurring just before the Human Saint Body's battle with Yuangu caused widespread surprise and suspicion.

Soon, Divine Silkworm Ridge brought up old matters again. This was the second Great Accomplishment King they had killed. Did this count as the head of the Human World divine dynasty? They demanded an Undying Divine Medicine from Ye Fan.

Ye Fan responded by telling them to get the source from the Tianxuan Stone Workshop in the Divine City. He stated that Great Accomplishment Kings were not the heads of the Human World; this divine dynasty possessed a "Killing Saint."

A Saint-level assassin? The world was stunned, as if swept by an autumn wind, sending shivers down their spines.

The old Daoist from Divine Silkworm Ridge fell silent but did not want to give up. Their Nine Wonders Undying Medicine had flown away and was now rooted above the Barren Ancient Abyss, so they sought the Qilin Medicine as compensation.

The Northern Region was restless, its people agitated. With war imminent, the atmosphere was like "wind filling the towers before the mountain rain." Each ripple tightened everyone's nerves.

“Tell me the clues about the Human World and Hell,” Ye Fan said, closing the Book of Time and looking at Qiluo.

“What do you intend to do?” Qiluo was startled.

“These past few days, I've comprehended some wonderful techniques that I need to test and try out,” Ye Fan stated.

Heavenly Village, a remnant of the former Heavenly Court, possessed many clues about Hell and the Human World. However, due to limited strength, they had always bided their time, unable to make a move.

“I'll go clean up those minor branches and leaves; they don't affect the big picture. Give me a list of those I can kill,” Ye Fan requested.

“That's true. It could help you find the feeling of a life-and-death battle,” Qiluo nodded.

At the same time, Yuangu was also in action. He successively broke through the eighteen Primordial Death Passes of the Primordial Lake, set by the Archaic Sovereign Yuan to test his descendants. He passed them all successfully.

“Before the battle begins, I need to make my blood boil. Then, I will destroy the Human Saint Body in one fell swoop!” On this day, Yuangu left the Primordial Lake and emerged.

On this day, the Northern Region was unsettled as a series of deaths occurred. The foremost young talent of the Ghostborn Race was shattered by a single punch, the two prodigies of the Fallen Feather Race had their heads torn off, and the young master of the Blood Lightning Royal Race was stomped to death!

Yuangu had launched his attack, slaughtering his way through. These individuals were powerful and arrogant, having previously challenged his imperial authority. Now, they were killed with a single blow, not a single one left alive.

In a desolate mountain, another spray of blood rained down. Yuangu had killed his thirteenth strong opponent. As the blood splattered all over him, his entire being exuded a demonic aura.

With thick black hair, a tall physique, and terrifying eyes, he gazed into the distance and murmured, “My battle blood is almost boiling. Human Saint Body, I await you!”

Ye Fan emerged from Heavenly Village, holding a Book of Life and Death. He searched according to its records, and wherever he went, he left a trail of bloody carnage, killing members of the Human World and stirring up a massive storm.

As the great battle was about to begin, such tumultuous events intensified the atmosphere in the Northern Region. No one knew that the two main protagonists, who were about to clash, were behind these actions.

“Who are you...?” Inside an ancient Daoist temple in the desolate mountains, several old assassins with blood-stained hands died with their eyes open in disbelief. They had nurtured many disciples, but now their entire root had been pulled up.

“This Daoist is Yuanshi.” At this moment, Ye Fan, transformed into a young Daoist, wielded his sword and slaughtered in all directions.

Half a day later, in an ancient mausoleum, Ye Fan entered alone. He descended underground and once again began a great slaughter. Another secret stronghold was breached, and Ye Fan unleashed various wondrous techniques, turning the place into a world of flowing blood with over a hundred corpses.

Hell and the Human World had previously made Dongfang Ye and Li Heishui's lives hell, leaving them no escape. To this day, Pang Bo's whereabouts remained unknown, and Liu Kou was decapitated. Ye Fan had suppressed a burning rage within him, which was now on the verge of boiling over.

In this campaign, Ye Fan killed his way from the Northern Region all the way to the Central Region, a rampage that could only be described as rivers of blood. The assassin divine dynasties suffered heavy losses, with many of their secret strongholds wiped out.

“This Daoist is Yuanshi”—these four words came to represent death. Wielding a Book of Life and Death, he killed his way from north to south, throwing the entire Eastern Wasteland into chaos.

A young man who specialized in slaying ancient assassin divine dynasties, a ruthless devil king, a Daoist named Yuanshi who turned the wheel of death—he shocked the Eight Desolations.

Just one 'yu' short of Emperor Wushi, this Daoist named Yuanshi stirred up a storm that day, advancing irresistibly. Wherever he passed, blood accumulated and corpses lay piled, with few survivors!

“Little Yezi is getting carried away with the killing; I hope he doesn't lose control,” Li Heishui worried.

Qiluo said, “It's fine. This time, in a life-and-death blood battle, divine techniques and cultivation realms aren't the ultimate reliance. He has realized this, which is why he studied the Heavenly Court Killing Sutra. Now, he's seeking that bloody instinct. Success and failure are simple, decided only between life and death!”

The Human World: a world of endless mortal dust, chaotic and bustling, where joy and sorrow are intertwined, offering no escape.

An assassin divine dynasty named itself after this, yet it also represented a profound concept: once entangled with them, one's life was effectively over.

This ancient hall, claiming to measure nine thousand zhang of mortal dust, was once glorious, looking down upon the world, and had an immortal ancient palace built from the skulls of various kings.

In these two days, countless disciples of the Human World died. This was a massive blow, and a young Daoist named Yuanshi had made them furious beyond measure with his killings.

Finally, Ye Fan stopped. The great battle with Yuangu was set for tomorrow, and he had found that feeling he sought.

At the same time, atop a great mountain in the Northern Region, Yuangu stood bathed in blood, his hair even clumping together in strands. He bared his white teeth and grimly muttered, “Human Saint Body, I can't wait!”

He was filled with absolute conviction of victory. His battle blood boiled, his confidence soared, and his fighting spirit surged. Slaughtering his enemies had fostered an invincible, domineering aura within him, and he craved to bathe in saintly blood.

With just one day left, the great battle was about to begin. The world's attention converged on the Northern Region, and many were waiting, silently counting down.

The Divine City, the center of the Northern Region, was now a hub of extreme clamor. Too many people and too many experts had arrived. Within this gambling city, many were placing bets, having already begun to wager on who would win.

Now, the major stone workshops were deserted, no one engaging in stone gambling. Instead, everyone was focused on the outcome of the Human Saint Body versus Yuangu match. Both teahouses and inns were overflowing with people.

Furthermore, countless array platforms had already been inscribed. Tomorrow morning, an endless stream of cultivators would traverse the void to reach Qixia Plains.

Undoubtedly, this betting also sparked continuous discussions and endless arguments, even leading to many bloody incidents.

“What is a Human Saint Body worth? How can he be compared to the bloodline of an Archaic Sovereign? He's definitely going to die this time!” Naturally, such words came from an ancient race cultivator.

Some human cultivators refuted, saying, “Yuangu won't succeed; he's bound to lose this time. The Human Saint Body has even broken curses. Unless a young Ancient Emperor is resurrected, no one in this generation can stand against him!”

“How can Ancient Emperors compare to Archaic Sovereigns? As their descendant, I believe Yuangu can cleave a human Emperor's son alive, let alone a mere Saint Body.”

This was a major dispute, happening everywhere in the Northern Region, leading to many bloody incidents. The duel between Ye Fan and Yuangu had escalated to a debate about whether Ancient Emperors or Archaic Sovereigns were superior.

The clamorous Northern Region, with its agitated people, saw the pre-battle atmosphere reach its peak tension. This battle would have far-reaching implications, touching upon many aspects, and would likely be recorded in history.

“Imperial arts are astounding; they will surely suppress human profound techniques and slay the Saint Body!”

“The Archaic Sovereigns died long ago, but some Ancient Emperors might still be alive. The superiority has already been determined!”

This was no longer just a duel between two individuals; it had drawn in various factions behind them. Everyone was discussing, and many were arguing.

Which is weaker, and which is stronger: the Human Saint Body or the bloodline of an Archaic Sovereign?

The ultimate secret arts of the Archaic Sovereigns, and the extreme profound methods of the Ancient Emperors—this time, they would contend. In this comparison, this ultimate confrontation, who would prevail?