Chapter 898: Encountering Phoenix Again

**Chapter 900: Encountering Feng Huang Again**

"Are we all ready?" Ye Fan asked. This time, the stakes were high, a matter of life and death, leaving no room for carelessness.

"Everything should be fine," Pang Bo replied. Everyone had adjusted to their optimal state, just waiting for the entry in three days.

"Where are the old blind man and Tu Tian?" Ye Fan asked.

Hearing his words, everyone was startled. They immediately understood what he was planning: did he intend to bring the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon inside? But this was highly taboo; all sects had explicitly stated that it must not be used, or the whole world would unite against them.

"It's difficult to use it in this place. If we reveal our tracks, there will be big trouble. I'm sure someone will have set up sensory arrays and other detection methods when we enter," Li Heishui said.

"It's not that we *must* use it. I just feel this place is too extraordinary, and for some reason, it gives me a sense of trepidation," Ye Fan said, frowning. He felt it would be better to bring the ultimate weapon as a precaution.

"Let this Emperor think. Is there a way to conceal its aura?" Although the Black Sovereign was usually unreliable in his dealings, that was with others. When it came to his own safety, that dog thought things through more meticulously than anyone.

"Do you have some kind of premonition?" the Monkey asked. At their level of cultivation, sometimes instinctive intuition was more accurate than powerful predictions.

"No," Ye Fan shook his head. He merely had a slight worry and some associations. He said, "Last time, I ambushed and killed so many people in the Heavenly Rift Mountains. Could someone be planning to scheme against me in return?"

"Are you worried that the Central Province Ancestral Temple is a grand hoax... No way! Do they intend to wipe out all the world's experts? Who has such audacity, who would dare do something like that!?" The others gasped.

"It wouldn't go that far," Ye Fan shook his head. Then he stroked his chin and said, "I'm just worried that someone might use this ancestral temple to set up a localized trap specifically for me."

"That makes sense. Someone might indeed try to replicate the battle at the Heavenly Rift Mountains. If so, the trouble would be immense. Bringing the Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon would be a safeguard!" Pang Bo nodded.

"After deep contemplation, this Emperor has finally recalled all the intricate details of a formation that can be of great use, concealing all auras so that no array patterns can detect them," the Black Sovereign declared.

It was precisely the Heaven-Deceiving Formation. In ancient times, Emperor Wu Shi was frequently struck by lightning. To avoid implicating others, he specifically created a peculiar ancient formation that could conceal all vital energy.

Ultimately, the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Pot was perfectly reunited. Its aura was concealed by a mysterious formation of the Black Sovereign's, and bringing it along was enough to put their minds at ease, fearless even if earth-shattering changes occurred.

Duan De frowned, saying, "Daoist Priest, there's one material I haven't collected; I only managed to get a substitute. I still feel it's a bit off."

"You haven't gathered it all these days?" Ye Fan asked in surprise. He had invested heavily, providing a large amount of Origin to bid at various auction houses.

"We're still missing one ingredient, Yama Earth, which is rare in the world and very difficult to collect," Duan De replied.

"No matter. We still have three days. If we can't find it in the Eastern Wasteland, we'll look for it in the major auction houses in the Central Province," Ye Fan said.

"It doesn't have to be that troublesome," Qi Luo interjected.

Currently, the world's powers were gathering at the Central Province Ancestral Temple, attracting all sorts of people. Outside the former First Dragon Vein, there was a temporary venue for exchanging rare treasures, only a few dozen li away.

Outside the First Ancestral Vein, hills undulated, but all major mountains had been severed. People couldn't imagine how terrifying that ancient, mysterious night had been. Within, there was an exceptionally wide valley, bustling with people, cultivators coming and going in an endless stream.

Major financial groups and auction houses were well-prepared; it could be said they were excellent at business. They had transported various rare treasures and all sorts of artifacts needed for exploring the ruins to this place.

An old man passed by, brushing past Qi Luo. The old assassin's expression instantly became extremely grave. He had received secret intelligence and pulled Ye Fan and the others aside, transmitting a message with his divine sense: "This time, it's truly bad. Hell and the Human World have dispatched several old King Assassins, determined to eliminate Ye Fan to avenge their great defeat last time."

"I'll be fine; it's you all who must be more careful," Ye Fan said, his expression unchanged. He had long anticipated that this would be a bloody battle, and ascending the Five-Colored Altar wouldn't be easy.

In the valley, green bamboo groves stretched, and mountain springs gurgled. Spiritual energy was evaporating, a truly extraordinary sight. Not only were there many human cultivators, but also many ancient race beings.

Although the magical artifacts were simply laid out on stalls, they were all quite valuable, many of them being precious items that left people dazzled. Many stalls attracted large crowds.

The Black Sovereign continuously made purchases, acquiring more materials, while Duan De picked and chose, yet still couldn't find the Yama Earth he needed. Such a divine item was truly rare to encounter.

"Holy Prince..." an ancient race being approached, respectfully bowed to the Monkey, and then secretly transmitted a message.

"Is that so? I understand. Thank your clan. I will generously repay you in the future," the Monkey nodded.

"What's wrong?" Yan Yixi asked.

"The Emperor's Son is still preoccupied with me, and several other veteran ancient race experts intend to target Ye Fan, hoping to slay him inside. All of them come from significant backgrounds," the Monkey stated.

Everyone gasped. Ye Fan's name now resounded across the world; ordinary people dared not confront him and would retreat. Those who wished to strike at him must certainly be figures of astonishing background.

The Central Province Ancestral Temple was a place of danger at every step; a storm of blood and gore was coming, even more severe than they had imagined.

"It's nothing. Let them come if they wish," Ye Fan said, completely unconcerned.

Duan De sneered, saying, "These people really don't know what's coming. They still want to kill people inside, completely unaware of how terrifying the ancestral temple is. With sinister aura swirling for over two hundred thousand years, it's no longer a sacred temple; it's comparable to an ancient Emperor's tomb. They'll pay with their blood once they enter."

Ahead, a commotion arose. Many people stood before a stall, where two groups were bidding for a weapon, drawing a large crowd. Ye Fan and his companions approached to watch. Duan De's eyes immediately fixed on it. He quickly pushed his way forward and held a magical artifact, resembling a palace of hell, in his palm. It exuded a sinister aura, shrouded in wisps of black mist.

"Daoist priest, we are bidding. Do you intend to interfere?" someone nearby said coolly.

"Bid for it!" Duan De transmitted a message to Ye Fan without lifting his head, telling him it was a forbidden artifact forged from Yama Earth.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with modest cultivation, whose ancestors had been artifact refiners for generations. This weapon was not considered a masterpiece; he had forged it from a strange blood-colored mud he dug out of a peculiar mountain. He never expected it to be so popular here.

"Wasting heavenly treasures! This is Yama Earth. He simply doesn't know its value; it has great uses like suppressing evil. He almost ruined it," was Duan De's assessment.

At the same time, he realized there were many unusual individuals in the world. Not only did he recognize its worth, but others also identified it; otherwise, the bidding wouldn't be so intense. One of the parties was an ancient race, composed of over a dozen experts, clearly with an expert among them. The other party was also of significant background: the Wind Clan, a Holy Land from the Eastern Wasteland.

Ye Fan stepped forward and placed a fist-sized piece of Origin on the straw mat, immediately sparking a wave of discussion. No one had expected a sinister, broken palace to be worth so much Origin.

The other two parties realized that another connoisseur had arrived. They no longer hid their intentions, frankly admitting it was a treasure and openly preparing to raise their bids again to secure it.

The ancient race, naturally not lacking divine Origin, grandly increased their bid severalfold, outbidding Ye Fan. He smiled, then immediately took out a small piece of Great Luo Silver Essence and placed it on the ground.

The appearance of this divine material immediately sparked exclamations. This was a truly rare and precious item, hard to find in the world, and should be far more valuable than the palm-sized blood-colored palace.

Someone recognized Ye Fan and whispered nearby, "It's the Human Sacred Body!" Both the ancient race and the Wind Clan changed their expressions.

Many people gathered around. As the saying goes, "a man's name is like the shadow of a tree"; Ye Fan's prestige now shook the world, surprising many. Not everyone had seen him, and they all wanted to see what he looked like.

"Is he the one who led tens of thousands of iron riders to flatten the ancient aristocratic families of the Northern Plains?" Many gasped.

"It's him! He killed the Holy Son, slayed Yuan Gu, cut down the Divine Son, and the battle in the Heavenly Rift Mountains drenched the black mountains in blood!" Many onlookers involuntarily recoiled, filled with awe.

Nearby, the dozen or so experts of the ancient race looked grave. Among them were connoisseurs similar to Duan De, clearly of significant background and unusual identity, but even they were frowning now.

On the other side, a woman emerged from the Wind Clan, wearing a five-colored mask. Her figure was graceful and beautiful, possessing an unparalleled charm, like a goddess.

However, at this moment, an incredibly complex light appeared in her eyes. It was Feng Huang, the Wind Clan Princess. Only by cultivating to this level did she understand how naive her words had been back then.

In those years, her ambition soared higher than the heavens. She refused the marriage alliance, not even considering someone who could potentially become a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body. Now, thinking back, she could only sigh.

Although her talent was astonishing and her cultivation advanced rapidly, upon reaching this level of practice, she deeply understood how difficult this path was. Even the Golden-winged Little Peng King had perished. Her words back then had been too extreme.

For all these years, her ears had been filled with rumors of Ye Fan; she couldn't avoid hearing them. The Sacred Body Ye Fan grew step by step, from being opposed by all sides to shaking the world with one battle after another, establishing an invincible legend, which left her feeling bitter.

In today's world, when speaking of the rising generation, or those capable of attaining the Dao, Ye Fan must be mentioned. Who would dare to ignore him?

Back then, she had rejected the unparalleled Divine King's face, rejected her grandfather, the Wind Clan Lord's face, holding her head high with disdain for Ye Fan, whose future was then uncertain.

Over a decade had passed. Ye Fan had advanced steadily, step by step, fighting his way to a formidable reputation, stirring up the world, and becoming the focus of global attention, writing his own invincible legend.

Looking back now, she could only sigh. She had been too arrogant back then, unaware of how cruel the Imperial Path was. Now, thinking about it, she wanted to say something, but found it difficult to articulate.

"Fine, we won't bid for this Yama Earth." The dozen or so ancient race experts of significant background turned and left. They couldn't produce Great Luo Silver Essence and felt it wasn't worth the cost; not everyone was a Divine Source Master capable of finding divine materials.

"Those are experts from several major royal clans, a truly formidable team. They just gave up?" Someone recognized their identities, utterly astonished.

The others gasped as well. They had recently heard rumors that a dozen powerful royal and great clans were each sending an expert to form a team, and they didn't expect it to be them.

"Even such figures didn't dare confront the Sacred Body head-on. This truly is... a renowned name spread across all races," someone lamented.

Nearby, Feng Huang, shrouded in five-colored divine light, stood motionless, listening to the crowd's words.

"Clan Lord!" Just then, the Wind Clan Lord appeared, and the members of his clan bowed in unison.

Ye Fan also heard, stood up, and looked out at the crowd. First, he saw Feng Huang, and then a majestic middle-aged man.

"Greetings, Senior." The Wind Clan Lord had shown him kindness. No matter what happened later, Ye Fan wouldn't forget the help he received when breaking through the Sacred Body curse.

"Seeing you again, I truly know I'm old. After this journey to the Central Province, I plan to retire," the Wind Clan Saint Lord said with some emotion.

In the past, Ye Fan was merely in the Four Extremities Secret Realm, but now he had advanced triumphantly, reaching a stage where he could stand as an equal with various Saint Lords. This made him sigh at the passage of time, the fading of glory, and how the new generation replaced the old.