Chapter 899: Wind and Clouds Gather at the Ancestral Temple

Chapter 901: Gathering at the Ancestral Temple

A five-colored mask concealed her peerless face. Flowing radiance combined with eyes like autumn water gave her a unique charm. Feng Huang, with her graceful and slender figure, approached delicately.

"Greetings, Brother Ye," she said calmly. However, the arrogant gleam of the past was gone from her eyes; she had set aside all her pride.

Ye Fan returned the greeting. He held no resentment for the past. In bygone years, the Princess of the Feng Clan had been as proud as a young phoenix, holding her head high and disdaining everyone. Such demeanor and attitude were related to her upbringing.

The Feng Clan's Holy Lord sighed internally. They could have been very close to Ye Fan; for the next ten thousand years, the entire Eastern Wasteland and the world beyond could have belonged to them, bearing the mark of the Feng Clan. But now, it was too late to say anything.

It was a chaotic place, naturally filled with all sorts of people. Many individuals and ancient clans lingered, watching and discussing in low voices.

"That's the Princess of the Feng Clan, a pearl of the Eastern Wasteland. She was found to have rare talent from a young age, progressing incredibly fast in cultivation. However, she was too conceited and proud, looking down on all men. She made a wrong decision back then."

"Exactly. You're talking about her refusal of the marriage alliance, right? Otherwise, a great Accomplished Holy Body would have been tied to the Feng Clan's war chariot."

"Now, Ye Fan has surpassed her, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Ancient Emperor's descendants. His future is brilliant and unstoppable. Although she possesses extraordinary talent, she ultimately falls short."

Hearing these comments, Feng Huang clenched her fists, her slender, delicate fingers turning somewhat pale. But in the end, she sighed, filled with a sense of powerlessness.

In this era, who among her peers could still contend with Ye Fan? Only the Ancient Emperor's descendants were unbeatable, already standing at the pinnacle of the rising generation, rarely meeting a match.

This time, only individuals like Ye Fan, the Saint Prince, the Divine Silkworm Daoist, the Heavenly Emperor's Son, and Huang Xudao were qualified to directly enter the Central Plains Ancestral Temple. This was the acknowledgment of the world, placing them on par with the lords of divine dynasties.

As for others of their generation, no matter how gifted or astonishingly talented, they had to fight their way through, earning a qualification to enter—including Feng Huang herself.

In just over a decade, Ye Fan could already stand on equal footing with the various Holy Sons, considered their peer everywhere. Seniority was no longer an issue.

Moreover, this was merely a change in status. In terms of cultivation, even the Holy Lords would likely have to bow their heads. It was a height unattainable by anyone in their generation.

Feng Huang felt a bitter pang. When did such a change begin? Even her grandfather, a mighty overlord of his generation, now had to walk side-by-side with Ye Fan, speaking with much more caution instead of assuming a lofty position. This was a powerful shock.

"Do we really need this much Yanluo Earth?" Ye Fan turned and asked Duan De.

Fatty Duan was just like the big black dog; once he got something good in his hands, it was hard to make him part with it. He kept shaking his head, claiming it was barely enough.

Ye Fan immediately knew there was more than enough, that the shameless scoundrel intended to embezzle the surplus for future use. He quickly broke off a small piece and handed it to the Feng Clan's Lord.

The stall owner's cultivation was not high, and his refining skills were far from profound, but he had keen insight. He had already understood that they valued his materials, not his finished products. He gave a wry smile, watching his palace, cast from blood-mud, being casually broken apart. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

Feng Huang took the Yanluo Earth and stood with her grandfather, staring blankly as Ye Fan and his companions departed. All sorts of emotions welled up within her.

"The path of cultivation is difficult with every step," the Feng Clan's Holy Lord sighed softly.

The valley was vast, with numerous stalls and even some suspended palaces belonging to major financial powers, offering various precious materials. It was clear that the Central Plains Ancestral Temple's influence was immense.

A man with flowing, water-blue hair stood blocking their path. His aura was extraordinary, and he faced Ye Fan and his entire group alone, like a majestic divine peak standing before them.

His eyes were incredibly bright, making it hard to meet his gaze, like two divine lamps that could peer into one's soul. His physique was robust and slender, strong and radiant, emitting a circle of divine light that enveloped his body. One could say this person was truly outstanding.

Some individuals, even amidst a vast crowd, stand out at first glance. Undeniably, the man before them was one such person, towering above ordinary mortals, attracting countless gazes. He possessed an imperial bearing, like an immortal primordial deity.

Huo Qilin!

Even though he had never seen him before, upon this first encounter, Ye Fan immediately guessed that this was the Ancient Emperor's descendant from the Fire Qilin Cave. His aura was even more intense and powerful than Yuan Gu's, comparable to the Monkey.

That was the blood of an Ancient Emperor. Ordinary people wouldn't sense it, but in Ye Fan's ears, it roared like a tsunami. He felt a powerful potential, as if a Great Emperor lay dormant within him, ready to awaken at any moment!

"Yanluo Earth," he uttered these words. He was making a move for this rare and precious material, blocking their path.

The Ancient Emperor's descendant was extremely formidable, much stronger than the eighth-generation descendant of Emperor Yuan. The Monkey's terrifying bloodline power was not an anomaly; true Imperial Progeny were all like this.

In the Eastern Wasteland, within the Tai Xuan Sect, the one hundred and eight main peaks presented a magnificent sight, with purple qi rising. This was a sign of a great sect's flourishing prosperity.

A man in blue clothes, otherworldly and ethereal, stood outside the Tai Xuan Sect. Like a banished immortal, he gazed afar at the one hundred and eight main peaks, then fixed his eyes on the most majestic among them, Star Peak.

"Farewell, Star Peak, which birthed and nurtured me. I shall now embark on a distant journey. If I return alive, I will surely make Tai Xuan transcend the entire ancient star. I will break the shackles of fate and fight with my blood; I will ultimately ascend!"

Hua Yunfei whispered, then murmured to himself, "Let the world insult me, revile me, defame me—one day, I will crush everything!"

Within the Tai Xuan Sect, a sigh came from Zhuo Peak. A voice whispered in his ear, "Come back."

Hua Yunfei startled, then recoiled sharply, quickly retreating into the distance. "No," he said, "I will wash away everything and slay all my enemies!"

At the Shaking Light Holy Land, before a large black cauldron, a young man stood alone, hands clasped behind his back, black hair flowing loose. He gazed toward the Central Plains, his eyes deep, as if overseeing a grand chessboard of the world.

The Dragon-Marked Black Gold Cauldron, with flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder, emitted wisps of ultimate divine might, yet it did not harm the man in the slightest. It was as if he was naturally fused with it; others couldn't approach, but he was an exception.

A cold sneer appeared on the Shaking Light Holy Son's lips. He then vanished from his spot and the next moment appeared seated on the throne in Shaking Light, a seat only the Holy Lord could occupy. In the vast hall, no one uttered a word.

In the Eastern Wasteland, an ancient hall was constructed from the skulls of various kings, with saintly bones paving the ground, gleaming with immortal light. This was the Human World!

An ancient voice, like a demonic whisper from the Nine Netherworlds piercing the mind, made people tremble. It said, "This hall has always been missing something. I've thought and thought, and finally remembered: only the Holy Body's skull is lacking."

"Please rest assured, Saint Killer, we will surely bring his head. We will never let him escape again, washing away this disgrace and letting the killing intent of the hall grow stronger!"

Almost simultaneously, within the ancient hall of Hell, the whispers of demon gods echoed, their murderous aura surging through time, like a boundless ocean.

"Proving the Dao through slaughter..."

In the Northern Region, atop a tall mountain, the Heavenly Emperor's Son gazed at the Central Plains, his eyes grim, a cold sneer on his face. He murmured to himself, "I'm here!"

On this day, the myriad races of the Primordial Era, various human tribes, and all major Holy Lands were bustling with activity. Experts set off en masse, rushing towards the Central Plains!

In the valley outside the Central Plains Ancestral Veins, the big black dog bared its fangs and said, "You want to fight all of us alone?"

"My brother didn't mean that," said Huo Liner, appearing with long, flowing water-blue hair, like the essence of the sea. Her skin was as white and lustrous as jade, unreal in its beauty, like a jade sculpture.

She was the only daughter of an Ancient Emperor, noble in bloodline, and had already journeyed far on the path of cultivation. Her strength was unfathomable. Countless eyes from various Primordial tribes were fixed on her; even the Great Sage Huntuo had proposed marriage for his great-grandson. Young elites and kings with the greatest potential from all clans desired a marriage alliance with her.

"Is that so? I think he wants to stretch his bones with us. I don't mind taking him for a spin!" the Monkey declared assertively.

"Brother Ye, Saint Prince, we meet again," Huo Liner said with a captivating smile. Her lips curved, and a mouthful of snow-white teeth sparkled against her red lips, exuding an intoxicating charm. Her water-blue hair shimmered like ripples on water.

Ye Fan returned the greeting; one does not strike a smiling face. Furthermore, in some sense, the Fire Qilin Cave was terrifying, home to two direct descendants of an Ancient Emperor, which was chilling to consider.

Huo Qilin, however, was indifferent and seemed to hold no particular fondness for them. They had come because they were informed of the presence of Yanluo Earth here, but unfortunately, Ye Fan and his group had acquired it first.

"Ah, actually, we are allies. We will eventually ascend the same altar together," Huo Liner said with a brilliant smile, claiming that a powerful Ancestor King within her clan, upon passing away, had seen a glimpse of the future where they fought side-by-side.

Ye Fan's heart tightened. He suddenly considered a possibility: would someone cross the starfield with him this time, leaving this world? Who would they be? Friends or foes? He absolutely could not allow conflict to be brought to the other shore!

"Actually, we have no other intentions here. Once inside, if we encounter each other, let's not fight among ourselves," Huo Liner said. She did not ask for the Yanluo Earth again and departed with her brother.

Three days passed in a flash. The Central Plains Ancestral Veins opened, and overlords from all paths appeared.

Li Tian, Yan Yixi, Li Heishui, Wu Zhongtian, Jiang Huairen, and others ultimately chose to remain outside. This was the advice of the old assassin Qi Luo and the command of the Thirteen Great Bandits. Clearly, they had realized something: it was best not to risk entering if they could avoid it!

Because, even during the qualification battles, some mighty figures had fallen. Those who could enter were undoubtedly formidable individuals, and the ancient temple was filled with an eerie, chilling aura, truly unsettling.

Ye Fan, Pang Bo, the Monkey, Duan De, the Black Emperor, Old Blind Man, Qi Luo, and others traveled together. Even Tu Tian did not enter. The Goddess Furnace and the Hell Soul-Suppressing Pagoda were naturally carried by them.

"Wait, there's me too." The Barbarian appeared, having rushed from the Southern Ridge, joining them. He secretly revealed that he had brought the Wolf-Tooth Cudgel, a flawless legacy holy weapon!

With ultimate weapons and several legacy holy artifacts accompanying them, the team's courage instantly soared, making them fearless.

At the last moment, Ji Ziyue appeared, insisting on joining the group. She softly told Ye Fan, "I want to see you off."

The ancient ancestral temple, sealed for over two hundred thousand years, was finally being entered. Besides the main entrance, there were many smaller gates, arrayed side-by-side, all accessible.

People rushed in eagerly. The first wave of entrants numbered in the hundreds, all of them experts. However, at that very moment, something extremely terrifying occurred: screams erupted one after another.

Large sections of the ancestral temple grew darker, and pairs of eyes lit up. More than half of those who entered died, their bodies shriveled into human skins, their bones consumed by something.

"This is bad!" Fatty Duan's face instantly fell.