Chapter 918: Emperor War

Covering Heaven Chapter 920: Emperor Battle

"This place is a bit spooky. Why is there so much fog?" muttered the big black dog.

The grey mist was as thick as a wall, obscuring the view. The five-colored altar, far ahead, gave off a suffocating aura through the leaden fog. The place was desolate, devoid of any vegetation, nothing but bare rock and soil.

They walked forward together. In this empty expanse, only their footsteps could be heard, as if they had reached the end of the world, devoid of life, with no living beings in sight.

The five-colored altar was now visible. Time had not diminished it; through the mist, it stood faintly and indistinctly on the mountain, each five-colored stone a page of history.

"Don't come any closer. When the five-colored altar is activated, there will be massive energy fluctuations, and I don't want you to get hurt," Ye Fan said to them, a hint of sadness in his voice.

They were about to part ways, leaving an unforgettable mark on their lives. They would cross starfields, and having known each other, they might never meet again in this lifetime, separated by an immense distance.

Compared to the vast universe, humanity was truly insignificant. Even with the strength of a thousand generations, they could only traverse a short distance in the cold, desolate cosmos, measured in light-years, making one lament their own triviality.

"Goodbye." They waved in silence. At this moment, what more could be said? This departure might mean a lifetime of separation.

Qi Luo, Monkey, and Dongfang Ye stepped forward one by one, patting Ye Fan and Pang Bo's shoulders firmly. The big black dog, in its own unique way, bid farewell by biting Ye Fan hard, making him wince in pain and almost swat it away.

Ji Ziyue shed tears, gazing silently at Ye Fan. She straightened his clothes, smiled, and gently waved, crystal tears tracing paths down her fair cheeks.

Ye Fan reached out, wiping away her tears, then turned. Goodbyes needed no sorrowful words; everything was understood without speaking. He and Pang Bo strode deeper into the thick mist.

The world was silent, save for Ye Fan and Pang Bo's footsteps. The grey mist flowed, and the five-colored altar drew nearer. Both were quiet on this journey, especially Pang Bo, who hadn't spoken a word since entering this area.

Ye Fan thought of the Diviner. In his prophecies, no one was seen accompanying him, and the ancient Buddha in the Western Desert hadn't mentioned it either. This made him uneasy. He walked side-by-side with Pang Bo, the Cauldron of Myriad Mother Qi hovering above his head, and the God-Striking Whip in his hand, to prevent any accidents in this place.

They had reached the five-colored altar!

Ye Fan's heart pounded with excitement. He took one last look back at Ji Ziyue and the others, seeing only a few blurry figures waving at him. He waved back.

However, when he turned around again, he froze. Pang Bo was gone, vanished without a trace!

"Pang Bo!"

Ye Fan shouted, activating the "All-Encompassing Movement" technique, transforming into a streak of light that darted through the area. He unleashed his powerful divine sense, searching for any trace of Pang Bo.

Pang Bo had vanished without a trace, as if he had never been there. Not a single wisp of his aura could be found. It was unnervingly bizarre; he was neither alive nor dead, with no body to be seen.

This defied all logic. Ye Fan's divine sense was incredibly potent; it was impossible for someone to disappear so silently, unless they were a Saint!

At that moment, cold sweat trickled down his back. What was happening? How could Pang Bo have vanished so silently, as if he had merged with the grey mist?

"What happened?" Qi Luo, Monkey, and the others heard his shout and rushed over.

Ji Ziyue was very anxious, looking at him with her bright, intelligent eyes. Everyone else also sensed something was wrong. How could a living person simply vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye?

"Don't worry, he's safe. No danger has befallen him," said the old blind man, pulling out a soul lamp. Its flame burned brightly, flickering vigorously.

The old blind man had insisted everyone light one of these lamps before entering, to prevent them from being unaware if they got separated or something unexpected happened. Now, it finally proved useful.

"Can we use this to find him?" Ye Fan asked.

"No, it only tells us he's fine. We can't use it to pinpoint his location," the old blind man replied.

They couldn't understand how Pang Bo had suddenly disappeared. According to the soul lamp, he wasn't in danger, so how could he be gone?

"Let's search, but whatever you do, don't go alone," Qi Luo cautioned. Except for himself, the others paired up and began searching outwards. This place was quite eerie, so they brought out the Demon Suppressing Pot, the Hell Suppressing Soul Pagoda, and the Spiked Club.

"Pang Bo!"

Ye Fan shouted, but it was empty. The place was silent, with nothing but grey mist.

They circled a large area but couldn't find any trace of Pang Bo. They had no idea where he was.

"Let me perform a divination," said the old blind man, raising his hand and scattering several tortoise shells, which arranged themselves into an inscrutable pattern.

"He's due east!"

They stood up and quickly pursued, finding themselves moving away from the area, as if about to exit this small world.

Half an hour later, the old blind man performed another divination. The divination result indicated an even greater distance. "He has left this ancestral temple and gone far away!" he declared.

"Why would this happen?" No one could understand how Pang Bo had silently run off, or why he hadn't even said goodbye to them.

"Guard me. I will perform a major divination!" said the old blind man. He took out a handful of translucent, jade-white tortoise shells, each an ancient artifact polished to a crystalline sheen. With a "clatter," they scattered across the ground. The old blind man frowned for a long time before finally saying, "He is already millions of miles away."

Everyone was dumbfounded. This clearly meant he had crossed the starry sky; how else could he have traveled so fast?

"No, wait, it's tens of millions of miles away. He must be heading towards the Eastern Wasteland," the old blind man corrected himself.

"That far? Has Pang Bo gone mad? What is he doing?" growled the Black Emperor, baring its fangs.

"I refuse to believe this evil. I'll go see what's really strange about this place!" Ye Fan turned back, walking towards the distant mist, intending to re-enter it.

"Did you notice? Pang Bo was very silent just now. Did he perceive something then, but chose not to tell us?" Ji Ziyue observed keenly.

Everyone felt a chill. It was true; Pang Bo had been unusually quiet, not uttering a single word.

Ye Fan strode into the mist, returning to the five-colored altar. Suddenly, he was startled; he sensed several powerful auras rapidly rushing towards him to attack.

"Bang!"

Ancient race members appeared. They also highly valued the five-colored altar, as it was rumored that in the distant Primordial Era, they had all come from outside this realm and intended to seize it.

"Pfft!"

Ye Fan's eyes were cold. He unleashed a punch, instantly shattering a figure into a spray of blood. A Sect Master-level expert died on the spot.

"Stop him!" several people shouted. They were attempting to take the five-colored altar, and if Ye Fan and his companions had arrived a moment later, it would have been carried away.

"You're asking for death!"

Monkey, Dongfang Ye, and the others all attacked simultaneously. When Qi Luo made his move, even Saint Slayers present could only perish. After a few screams, all these individuals were dead.

Ye Fan soared upward. Suddenly, terrifying fluctuations appeared nearby. Two Grand Accomplishment Kings from the Killer God Dynasties reappeared, wielding Saint weapons to strike.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan vibrated the cauldron. The Mother Qi of All Things descended from above his head, and nine-colored flames surged out like a vast ocean, causing half the sky to collapse, forming a black hole.

However, this very conflagration drew many people. Knowing the importance of the five-colored altar, numerous individuals rushed in to contend for it.

"Whoosh!"

Qi Luo acted, pursuing the Grand Accomplishment King. Killing intent permeated the air, and the grey mist seethed.

"What? The altar is incomplete!"

Ye Fan was greatly astonished. Upon arriving at the five-colored altar, his heart sank by half. The altar was built into the mountain, and from below, nothing seemed amiss. But once he ascended it, he discovered it was only a fragment.

The main body of the altar seemed to have been forcibly severed and taken away. This was clearly not a recent event; the ancient traces indicated it happened in antiquity.

Two figures descended from the sky: Huo Liner, with beautiful blue hair, bright eyes, and a sweet smile, landed on the altar alongside her brother, Huo Qilin.

"Brother Ye, was I not mistaken? One of our clan's old Ancestor Kings saw us fighting side-by-side on the five-colored altar before he passed away, and it has indeed come true. Moreover, the altar should soon be made whole again, repaired," Huo Liner said with a faint smile.

"Boom!"

From all directions, a large number of unknown masters appeared, concealing their true faces. All wished to seize the altar, simultaneously attacking the three figures on it.

Relatively speaking, more than half of the killing strikes were directed at Ye Fan. He could deduce that among them were old Killer Kings from the Killer God Dynasties, Saint Slayers from the ancient races, and opportunists.

Ye Fan unleashed a massacre. His unique phenomenon manifested: an Immortal King appeared, treading upon the Ninth Heaven, holding a green lotus. With a powerful swing, dozens of bodies were broken, and copious amounts of blood splattered, staining the altar red.

"Kill!"

Battle cries shook the heavens. This place had become the main battlefield. If there was no contest, it would have been fine, but once battle began, all parties fought desperately, and a large number of masters surged forward.

"Do they really think our Saint Weapons and Emperor Weapons are just for show?" Below the altar, Dongfang Ye and the others sneered. The Hell Suppressing Soul Pagoda and the Spiked Club rose together, instantly creating piles of corpses. A single strike would turn countless individuals into ashes.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the might of an Extreme Emperor Weapon reappeared. A terrifying black-gold cauldron floated in the distance, and a massive dragon flew out from its mouth!

"Clang!"

The Demon Suppressing Pot vibrated and flew up on its own. Its lid opened, and its mouth, as deep as a bottomless pit, instantly swallowed the black dragon.

Ji Ziyue soared into the air, landing on the five-colored altar. She stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Ye Fan, together confronting the numerous foes.

"Sister Ziyue, don't worry," Huo Yuanchi chuckled, also joining the fight. Corpses piled up on the altar, and blood splattered everywhere.

Qi Luo, Duan De, and the big black dog also flew up and landed there. Protected by the Demon Suppressing Pot, no one dared to approach this place again; they all retreated like a tide.

"Boom!"

Only the Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Cauldron remained unstoppable, still attacking. Immortal light shot skyward from its mouth as it revived, unleashing terrifying might, as if a starfield was collapsing, threatening to destroy the heavens.

The Demon Suppressing Pot floated up and down, emitting auspicious glow. It wasn't merely dark light; it was as if an living Great Emperor was about to emerge from a cocoon. Inside, nine-colored divine light flickered erratically, blocking the black-gold cauldron.

"Rumble!"

Suddenly, a sound like a tsunami erupted, and nine crimson banners descended from the sky, carrying an aura of world destruction, aiming to flatten the entire altar and turn it into dust.

"This is... from the Immortal Heavenly Emperor's lineage!" Ye Fan was startled. He had once obtained eighty-one similar banners, and these carried a familiar aura.

"Heavenly Prince, do you intend to use forbidden artifacts to suppress and kill all of us?" Huo Qilin, who had been silent, revealed a chilling killing intent, staring coldly into the distant sky.

"These are extraordinary forbidden artifacts, their power is unparalleled!" Duan De shuddered, quickly using the Demon Suppressing Pot to shield them, temporarily ceasing their confrontation with the Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Cauldron.

"Boom!"

Although forbidden artifacts could only be used a few times, their power was immense, especially those from the Immortal Heavenly Emperor's lineage, which were terrifyingly potent. Had it not been for the Emperor Weapon, nothing else could have blocked them.

Without a doubt, the nine banners were crushed by the Demon Suppressing Pot, transforming into a crimson mist that dissipated into the world. However, the Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Cauldron's might grew even stronger. Seizing this opportunity, an immortal embryo formed within its mouth and swooped down.

"This is bad!" Duan De cried out. This was an Extreme Weapon's full revival, launching a prepared strike that would undoubtedly be terrifying beyond measure.

"No matter, the Demon Suppressing Pot is unmatched through all ages. It doesn't need to fully revive; it can fight on its own!" Qi Luo remained remarkably calm.

Indeed, a sigh echoed from within the Demon Suppressing Pot. Boundless immortal light, like a surging river, shot skyward, instantly blocking the figure of the immortal embryo.

"Boom!"

As if a vast ocean had burst its banks, an extreme pressure emanated from another direction. A terrifying beam of light enveloped the Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Cauldron, as an ancient mirror floated into view.

"Brother..." Ji Ziyue called out.

The Divine King Ji Haoyue appeared. He had been watching over his sister from beginning to end, never letting down his guard, even when representing his clan in the fight for the immortal treasures within the ancient central palace.

At this moment, he finally made his move. Azure seas surged, and a bright moon hung in the sky – his unique phenomenon. The Void Ancient Mirror hovered above his head, unleashing a terrifying beam of light that shot towards the Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Cauldron!

With thick black hair and heaven-shaking battle intent, the bearing of a Divine King was fully displayed as he gazed around.

By now, many could foresee Ji Haoyue's future: limitless potential. His Divine Body was destined to shine brightly in the Eastern Wasteland, carving out his own legend.

This was the power of an Extreme Immortal. The ancient mirror left by the Great Emperor of Void possessed heaven-defying power. Such a beam of light could obliterate a major sect, sweeping away everything in its path. No flesh and blood body could withstand it, unless a Great Emperor was resurrected!

The Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Cauldron vibrated, and a clear dragon's roar echoed, shaking the Nine Heavens above and the Nine Nethers below. It swiftly unleashed ten thousand wisps of immortal light, blocking the world-destroying strike.

"Bang!"

This small world instantly collapsed by more than half. The sky shattered, connecting with the outside world, and terrifying spatial rifts spread rapidly into the distance.

Everyone was terrified. This was an apocalyptic display. If it continued, not only would this place be destroyed, but the Central Plains would also be in peril.

"Clang!"

The Demon Suppressing Pot trembled, hovering above Ye Fan's head. He strode forward with powerful, confident steps in the void, unleashing wisps of immortal might, suppressing the black-gold cauldron just like Ji Haoyue.

"It's over! The Central Plains is in grave danger! Three Emperor Weapons have revived at once! This is an Emperor Battle; it could destroy this continent at any moment!" Many Sect Masters trembled with fear.

All of this was too sudden. Just moments ago, people were exercising restraint, but now, such an event had suddenly erupted. If the Dragon-Patterned Black-Gold Cauldron, the Void Mirror, and the Demon Suppressing Pot were to clash directly, any one of them could devastate an area millions of miles wide!

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