Chapter 911: Ancestral Land Struggle

Eighty-one: A magnificent sight.

The final miniature world of temples echoed with battle cries that shook the heavens. It was originally a serene realm of shimmering lights and resplendent hues, but now it was shrouded in a bloody mist. Within a mere fifteen minutes, an untold number of cultivators had perished. Forces from various sects had arrived as reinforcements, unlike before when only a few individuals were involved, making this place truly teeming with masters.

"Argh…"The Saint Son of Dao Yi Holy Land fell, letting out a tragic scream. His eyes were etched with unwillingness; he didn't even know who his killer was, struck down by a hidden attack. His life was originally destined for greatness, yet he perished in this ancient ruin, forfeiting the chance to become a paramount figure of a major sect.

"Pfft!"A female living fossil from Jade Pool was cut in half. Her spirit was unable to escape, transforming into a dazzling shower of light that dissipated on the spot, utterly destroying both her body and soul.

This place was incredibly brutal. In their struggle for the divine treasures within the ancient temples, mighty figures from all sides unleashed their power, charging forward recklessly, displaying all sorts of mystic arts.

"That's the Four Spirit-Slaying Arts! Hasn't it been lost for ages? How can someone still use it?" Qi Luo was astonished, staring at a dazzling light in the distance. As a result, people fell in swathes; their bodies were unharmed, but their spirits had turned to dust.

In the mountainous terrain, all sorts of wondrous techniques and ingenious methods were unleashed. Everyone brought out their ultimate trump cards, firstly for self-preservation, and secondly to surpass others and be the first to rush into the chosen temples. These places likely contained immortal materials, and acquiring even one item or comprehending a single scripture would be enough to benefit one for a lifetime.

There were a total of eighty-one ancient temples in this miniature world. Each one contained extraordinary items, and thus every location became a battlefield. Terrifying murderous intent erupted, and blood and bone fragments were scattered everywhere. Now that they had reached this point, no one would retreat.

The most magnificent grand hall saw the fiercest fighting because it was the center of the entire miniature world. Not only were human powerhouses battling there, but all ancient race experts also vied to rush in, each wanting to be the first to enter.

Especially the various primeval tribes, as if driven mad, battled furiously until their eyes turned red, shouting and roaring. They were all frantically searching for the fragmented green cauldron, treating this treasure as their very lives.

Although human cultivators knew the cauldron held unimaginable significance, they had not expected that the great royal and imperial families, who had ruled the land since primeval times, would care so deeply—not regretting even losing their lives, paving their path forward with blood and bones.

This place had become an Asura battlefield. Corpses lay in piles, blood flowed like rivers, and the sacred and peaceful ancestral temples were now shrouded in a layer of bloody aura, mingling with various auspicious lights, creating a truly chilling spectacle.

"Ah…"This was merely the overture to widespread demise; everything had just begun. Lives were fading away, large numbers of experts were falling, and people were driven mad by the immortal treasures of the Feathered Divine Dynasty.

Killing shouts shook the heavens as large numbers of cultivators continuously entered this miniature world. Blood flowed, corpses piled up into mountains, and magic artifacts flew everywhere, radiating dazzling brilliance. People forgot everything; only conflict remained before their eyes, all desiring immortal treasures.

For Ye Fan, scriptures and the insights of ancient sages were certainly valuable, but they were far less important than the secret of crossing star fields. He did not rush towards the most magnificent ancient temple at the center; instead, he entered a place suspected to contain ancient texts.

Of course, this place was not easy to enter either. Although not as valuable as the ancient cauldron that suppressed the temple, it still contained many ancient books, naturally attracting a large number of people as well.

Scriptures surpassed all else. Perhaps they contained various unknown and lost mystic arts, or even the secrets to becoming immortal that the Feathered Divine Dynasty had sought. All sects desired to seize everything.

"Crack!"Ye Fan led the way, throwing a punch. Several ancient race members in front of him had their bones broken and tendons snapped, their bodies emitting a series of explosive sounds before shattering. No one could resist him.

They finally rushed into a palace, searching everywhere. On the wall, there was a section of text emitting streams of auspicious light, even swaying a crimson divine chain.

"This is a strange secret technique; it seems very difficult to master. Never mind that, let's take it!" Qi Luo took action, his fingers like knives, digging into the stone wall. However, it was incredibly difficult. It was imbued with a formation, protecting the ancient temple, making it hard to destroy.

The few of them were astonished. More than two hundred thousand years had passed; ordinary sacred weapons would have decayed by now, let alone buildings. He took out the Hell-Suppressing Soul Pagoda, unleashing a beam of light with all his might, finally excavating this section of the stone wall.

"Old man, you're ruthless enough. Just do it this way; remember to let me see it first when we get back. I'll carve a mountain-guarding formation for you then," the big black dog said.

They believed that others, like locusts, would leave nothing behind wherever they passed. If it weren't for the fact that a quasi-saint had already tried to take away entire ancestral temples and failed, not even a single blade of grass would be left in the final miniature world.

"Let's go, keep searching. We must break into their scripture repository. I'm sure it contains all sorts of secrets about crossing star fields," Pang Bo said.

Ye Fan continued to clear the path, with the Myriad Materia Cauldron above his head and the God-Beating Whip in his hand. He slew gods if they blocked his way and slayed Buddhas if they stood in his path; there was hardly an opponent who could withstand a single blow from him.

At this moment, Ye Fan held nothing back. His cultivation soared to its peak, ready to sever the Dao at any moment. Golden vital energy surged skyward; he shone as brilliantly as a Holy Emperor.

Furthermore, he had comprehended the Origin Heaven Art to a new level; he was not far from becoming an Origin Heaven Master. Dragon qi surged up from beneath his feet, forming chains of divine order that connected to his body, as if he had been granted the immortal wings of an Undying Phoenix, allowing him to move unhindered across the world.

With a single step, he covered dozens of zhang, almost instantly entering the next palace. Dozens of powerful experts discovered him, and their expressions all changed. As for the Human Sacred Body, whose renown shook the world, how many wouldn't feel fear? Who would dare contend with him head-on?

"There are so many of us…" one person roared. However, everyone else retreated, rapidly disappearing from the palace.

Ye Fan showed no mercy. He wanted to return to his homeland, and hope might be within reach. If he found the scripture repository, he would embark on his journey home. Any who blocked his path were his great enemies.

Two blazing golden lights shot out from his eyes, striking the person's Divine Altar. That person let out a scream on the spot; half of their head melted, dying an unnatural death.

"What's going on? There's still an incense stick unburnt. How is this possible?" Even Qi Luo was stunned, staring at the incense burner beneath the deity's statue in the grand hall.

Ye Fan and Zi Yue were also puzzled. They approached to observe closely. There were very few items in this grand hall, only a few prayer mats, and in the center, a stone figure was enshrined, identical to the one previously seen among the divine remnants, but much larger.

The incense burner below was cast from purple copper, engraved with clouds, mountains, flowers, birds, fish, insects, etc. Smoke wafted out, carrying a sandalwood aroma that brought peace to the mind and could enable one to quickly enter the Dao realm.

"This isn't ordinary incense. It's made from the most divine branch of a sacred tree. It's not truly burning, but activating the dragon qi beneath the earth." After all, the Black Emperor had followed the Great Emperor Wushi, so its knowledge was incomparable to that of ordinary individuals.

This was a place for worship, nothing else. But wherever the Black Emperor passed, not even a bent gourd would be left. With a grunt, it snatched the incense burner and put it into its spatial artifact. Ye Fan and his companions passed through four ancient temples consecutively; such a combination of theirs was rarely matched. When they entered the fifth ancient temple, a fierce battle finally erupted as they encountered formidable opponents.

Because this place contained the insights of ancient sages, ancient characters were clearly imprinted in the void. A crowd of people gathered here, all wanting to seize these scriptures.

As soon as Ye Fan entered, a group of people immediately retreated, not daring to confront him head-on. However, there were Dao-Slayers present, and ancient race experts were also numerous; they could not possibly abandon a saint's insights.

When a beam of light swept over, turning into chains of divine order, Ye Fan, with his black hair flowing, unleashed his Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, which dominated heaven and earth. Heaven cracked and earth shattered as six blurry ancient universes manifested, instantly engulfing all the enemies.

Almost in an instant, many people were blasted into blood and shattered bones, then evaporated into a ball of light, completely erased from this world.

The Dao-Slayers roared in anger. Among the ancient race members were even imperial experts from Primeval Lake, who harbored great hatred towards him. They could not retreat now; all stepped forward.

Ye Fan let out a great roar from his mouth; it was the Buddhist "Om" mantra. The several individuals in front of him instantly disintegrated, torn into pieces. Many vomited blood and flew backward; no one could stop him.

Boom! At the same time, lines surged up from beneath Ye Fan's feet, and dazzling light flew out from his crown. This was the Origin Heaven Mystic Art. Behind him, light woven from Origin Heaven divine chains resembled the divine wings of an Undying Phoenix, sweeping away all those who were injured and sent flying backward.

"Pfft!", "Pfft!..." Many people were pierced by blood-colored divine chains, which passed through their glabella and Divine Altar. No one could withstand the frontal assault. Emitting a chorus of screams, almost all who charged forward collapsed.

"Swish!" A dazzling immortal light flew in, attacking from the other side and aiming directly for Ye Fan. Its destructive power was astonishing. The few surviving Dao-Slayers were startled, quickly clearing a path for it.

"Bang!" Ye Fan countered with a sword finger, but his body shook violently. He immediately knew who had arrived. This was the power of Flying Immortal. Back then, even as a Sacred Body, he had suffered greatly from it, losing too much blood and sustaining severe injuries during the battle in the Qinling Mountains. This was the Ruthless Emperor's supreme mystic art.

"Clang!" The grand hall's door was blasted open, flying directly across. Several Dao-Slaying Kings were forced back by the shock.

Hua Yunfei, clad in blue, was otherworldly, like an exiled immortal, his face filled with calmness. Standing beside him was Li Xiaoman, dressed in snow-white robes, with her dark hair fluttering and her cheeks like jade; she gracefully walked in.

Behind them followed an elder. He was a quasi-saint whose terrifying strength was no less than Qi Luo's; his entire body was shrouded in darkness.

"It's him, the one who appeared not long ago! He carries the aura of someone who has long been accompanied by an ultimate imperial weapon!" the big black dog said.

"Li Xiaoman, how dare you show your face to us?!" Pang Bo shouted, his face filled with rage. Both were from the other shore, yet now facing each other in life-and-death conflict.

"What gall! In that battle back then, you nearly killed me, and you still dare to appear before me?!" The big black dog withdrew its gaze from the quasi-saint and stared at Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman.

"Since we dared to come, naturally we fear nothing!" Hua Yunfei remained fearless, as ethereal as an immortal.

Ye Fan stepped forward, facing Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman alone. His expression calm, he said, "It's time. Let's end this."

Hua Yunfei, Li Xiaoman, and the quasi-saint all stepped forward together. A powerful aura erupted, causing the entire ancient hall to tremble.

Qi Luo squinted his eyes, staring at the quasi-saint. Killing intent flickered within the crack on his forehead. The few surviving Dao-Slayers, seeing the situation, could only retreat; they could no longer interfere in this place.

"Since we've come, we are here to settle things with you," Hua Yunfei stepped forward, and Li Xiaoman's killing intent also permeated the air.

"I alone will suppress and kill the two of you." Ye Fan's black hair fluttered, and cold lightning flashed in his eyes as he walked forward alone.

"I'll face the two of them with you; I'll suppress Li Xiaoman!" Ji Ziyue stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, her purple robes fluttering lightly, exuding an ethereal grace.