Chapter 217: Ancestor King Arrives at the Holy City, Ye Fan Enters the Forbidden Land

"What are they trying to do?"

"That Ancestor King brought an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon and broke into the Dragon Transformation Pool, wanting to sit and discuss the Dao with the God King; his main goal is to demand the Strongest Bloodline Evolution Fluid from the God King."

"How insolent! Do they really think my Human Race has no one?"

A group of people felt indignant, and some even wanted to open a Domain Gate on the spot to go to Shencheng to cheer for the God King.

In such an environment, Zhang Xuan even felt a slight sense of pressure.

However, he still remained composed, because he had prepared sufficiently and thoroughly beforehand.

"In my current state, I suppose it is about time for me to return."

After listening to the group chatter for a while longer, Zhang Xuan walked leisurely out of this small town, then stepped toward the sky beyond.

During this process, there were no special phenomena; the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth all appeared peaceful and natural.

No one discovered that a person had silently disappeared from this small town.

Zhang Xuan walked step by step just like that; once he vanished from everyone's field of vision, a golden path spread out beneath his feet, and with the Word Secret pushed to its peak, each step covered dozens or hundreds of miles.

In an extremely short amount of time, he soared from Beidou Gu Xing and rushed out of this ancient star.

Then, the light within Zhang Xuan's body bloomed uncontrollably in the outer sky, and Zhang Xuan no longer suppressed himself.

A wisp of Origin stemming from that Heavenly Court Lord rushed into his body, and in an instant, boundless leaden clouds covered a small half of the starry sky.

The Saint Tribulation, it has come!

Boiling light surged into the sky, and ten-thousand-foot-long lightning struck straight down from the firmament toward Zhang Xuan's crown; Zhang Xuan did not even block it, letting a Purple Pagoda rush out from where his Immortal Platform was located.

As the light flickered, it seemed as if Heaven and Earth were trembling.

At this moment, on Beidou Gu Xing, powerful figures looked up at the sky, sensing something vaguely, yet not entirely certain.

In Shencheng, within the Stone Workshop of the Heavenly Jade Holy Land—which was already overgrown with weeds—Wei Yi raised his head and looked toward the outer starry sky; across the infinitely distant space, he saw the scene in the starry sky.

Seeing that young man standing amidst the endless lightning, with billions of thunderbolts dancing together, he could not help but let out a sigh.

"The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead; such talent and brilliance for immortal cultivation..."

He could only marvel; when Zhang Xuan was in Shencheng before, Wei Yi had also watched him from afar.

He had even come into close contact with him, only Zhang Xuan had not sensed it.

At that time, Zhang Xuan had not yet stepped into the Immortal Platform Realm; how much time has passed since then, and he is already undergoing the Saint Tribulation.

In a trance, Wei Yi even felt that the young man before him was like Qingdi back in the day.

Powerful, domineering, and terrifyingly peerless.

"Appearing in such an era, at such a time."

Wei Yi thought of the many figures he had seen in the Dragon Transformation Pool not long ago, and the matters he had discussed with them afterward, and could not help but sigh.

"Truly shocking!"

And in the Dragon Transformation Pool, God King Jiang Taixu also looked up at the sky; at this moment, he had the same sensation.

When a Saint undergoes tribulation, it can already be sensed within the starry universe, and powerful figures on Beidou will also have a certain awareness.

Even that Ancestor King from the Origin Demon Clan outside the Dragon Transformation Pool stopped his steps at this moment, a look of shock appearing on his face as he also looked up at the sky.

"Can someone still become a Saint in such an era?"

"What is it? Senior!"

Beside him, Beidi Wang Teng turned to ask, his face showing some curiosity.

This Ancestor King glanced at him without answering, only turning to transmit his voice to his descendants: "Someone is undergoing tribulation beyond the sky, and it is a Saint Tribulation; I am going to see who it is, I wonder which King Clan it belongs to."

He whispered curiously.

Then he watched the Dragon Transformation Pool for a moment and took the initiative to leave.

"Go back first; some changes have occurred today."

In the former site of the Heavenly Jade Holy Land, Dragon Veins stretched and undulated, with spirit apes dancing and white cranes spreading their wings among them; this could be considered a magnificent spirit land.

It was not at all inferior to some ancient Holy Lands, and could be considered one of the most wondrous places of creation between Heaven and Earth.

But ever since the Heavenly Jade Holy Land collectively rushed into the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land six thousand years ago, failed to become Immortals, and the entire sect perished, no one had come to occupy this place.

It was not because the Holy Lands and noble families suddenly found their conscience, but because every thousand years, terrifying figures would come to weep at the graves in this mountain range.

That weeping shook the heavens and the earth, causing the endless mountain ranges to tremble, making the various Holy Lands and ancient noble families feel uneasy.

This terrifying scene had lasted for a full six thousand years; even a Great Accomplishment God King would die within such a long span of time, yet someone came here every thousand years, very accurately and without fail, so the various Holy Lands dared not occupy this place at all.

Now, in a hidden void, a place that ordinary people could not explore or enter, Red Wood Coffins were lined up one after another; the Old Madman, with his tall stature and dignified face, stood in this area, his hair disheveled, his face square and ears broad.

Ever since he met Ye Fan, who walked out of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, his sanity had gradually cleared, and he had transformed from his elderly state to his current middle-aged state.

At this very moment, he also looked up at the sky; when he saw the scene beyond the sky, even with his strength and realm, he was somewhat moved.

"I thought it was an Ancient Creature; I didn't expect it to be a human. Is this a hidden trump card from one of the Holy Lands or noble families breaking through?"

He stared closely at the vast, infinite lightning above his head; billions of lightning bolts covered that area, and ordinary people could not see the scene inside at all; a single bolt of lightning could cause a Saint to be injured.

The lightning at the very center was even more terrifyingly peerless; an ordinary Saint might face severe injury just by taking one hit head-on.

But two beams of light like heavenly blades shot from the middle-aged Old Madman's eyes, piercing straight through the scene; when he saw the truest scene inside, he was stunned.

A Purple Pagoda, entirely purple and bearing one trace of the Great Dao after another, floated amidst the endless lightning; bolt after bolt of lightning struck that Purple Pagoda, but they could not shatter it at all.

Even that Purple Pagoda seemed to have spirituality like a person, breathing amidst the endless lightning.

"God-Marked Purple Gold?"

"A pagoda made entirely of God-Marked Purple Gold?"

Even the Old Madman was distracted for an instant.

Then he saw a figure with a Great Bell above their head emerge from the billions of lightning bolts; that Great Bell vibrated, instantly causing the figure's body below to crack.

The God-Marked Purple Gold Pagoda above their head, a unique divine object that only a Great Emperor could obtain, also cracked, with a bright bell-shaped imprint struck through it from front to back.

"Are they dead? How could it be so terrifying?"

Even the middle-aged Old Madman was shaken, and then, in the next moment, something even more shocking to him occurred: the figure undergoing the tribulation did not retreat at all, but instead charged upward against the current.

Vast Qi and blood pierced the firmament; even the lightning tribulation was instantly obscured by that boiling, extreme Qi and blood, and two humanoid figures engaged in the most terrifying and intense slaughter within it.

A moment later, a bright, snow-white heavenly saber bloomed, and that figure was slashed down from the firmament, a saber light piercing through their chest from front to back.

"The imprint of the Undying Emperor!"

Light shone from the eyes of the middle-aged Old Madman, the beams erupting from his eyes reaching a thousand zhang in length; even with his current strength and cultivation, he was somewhat mesmerized while staring at the battle in the void.

He even moved into the void involuntarily, quietly watching this terrifying tribulation, a sight rarely seen in all eternity.

The lightning in that void was terrifying beyond compare, impossible to fathom.

The figures of multiple Great Emperors in their youth were clashing with that one figure.

And that figure was tough enough; it was not a tactic of stalling for time, but a head-on collision with the Ancient Great Emperors.

The initial movements and methods were completely unhesitant, clearly not the first time encountering such a scene.

Moreover, unique divine light would bloom in their eyes, and all kinds of methods would reach Extreme Sublimation in their hands.

Their physical body and the Purple Pagoda above their head had both been shattered several times, but in the blink of an eye, they would consume powerful spiritual medicine to recover in an instant.

Then they would continue to soar into the sky to engage in that most terrifying and intense slaughter.

"Such vigorous Qi and blood, like an ocean, is definitely not the hidden foundation sealed within a Holy Land; this is a figure from the younger generation."

"Why have I never heard of such a person before? Could it be the descendant of some Great Emperor who sealed themselves until now?"

The Old Madman was terrified just watching that horrific confrontation, yet that figure kept fighting head-on, never retreating, and the sturdiness of their physical body was rare throughout history.

During the battle, their whole body was golden, like a Human Sacred Body, but it did not resemble the Qi and blood of a Human Sacred Body; at the height of the intense battle, their blood sprayed high, and it was entirely five-colored blood.

The Old Madman watched just like that, and at the same time, he saw from afar that other figures seemed to be rising into the air from this ancient planet, intending to charge into the starry sky, some even carrying killing intent.

The Old Madman raised an eyebrow, thinking of the recent rumors of the Ancient Race awakening, and upon seeing those figures rising into the air—although they were humanoid, their Qi, blood, and posture were completely unlike the Human Race—he frowned.

Before those figures could ascend, he walked over in a few steps and swung a fist at them.

"Who are you?"

That Ancestor King of the Ancient Race was greatly startled; before he could even see the scene clearly, he was struck by that terrifying fist and shattered into pieces in the void on the spot.

And in the region where the Ancient Race was most hidden, near the Taichu Ancient Mine, many Divine Senses rose into the air, sensing the unique scene in the extraterrestrial starry sky.

But at this moment, a hazy Divine Sense descended from the firmament, obscuring everything.

Gai Jiuyou stood in Shencheng, silent and motionless, but at this moment, the fluctuations above the firmament were instantly covered up.

Inside the Huanggu Jinqu, Ye Fan stood on Sheng Shan, carrying a broken Bronze Cauldron on his back, looking down at the place that resembled a bottomless Abyss.

He shouted loudly: "Senior, I have been entrusted by someone to deliver this Nine-Turn Immortal Pill to you, hoping you can recover to your peak state, but you need to be patient for now, do not come out directly..."

Boom!

Without a sound, a figure several hundred zhang tall soared from the Abyss; in this instant, terrifying mist covered all the surrounding areas, and even the birds flying outside the Huanggu Jinqu turned into piles of dry Bone in an instant.

Ye Fan felt immense pressure all around him, and the Bronze Cauldron he carried on his back emitted a faint light, covering him within and preventing him from being erased by that passage of time.

Ye Fan looked up and discovered that the terrifying figure several hundred zhang tall also lowered its gaze; through the mist, the light cast down by those eyes also made him feel boundless pressure.

Even more terrifying was that this time, with the Green Copper Tripod on his back, part of the mist was separated, vaguely allowing him to see the scene within the mist; he could see golden hairs spreading out from that figure's body, flying all over the sky.

Those golden hairs covered that figure from head to toe; Ye Fan felt that what stood before him was not a person, but a terrifying ape.

What was even more terrifying was that one after another, Desolate Slaves stood out from the Abyss, staring at him with those hollow and soulless eyes.

"What is going on?"

"Why hasn't the Great Accomplishment Saint Body come yet? If they don't come soon, I'm going to die; it's all Desolate Slaves here!"

Ye Fan was already somewhat panicked; Zhang Xuan had told him there was a Great Accomplishment Saint Body in the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, but now all he saw were one Desolate Slave after another. He had spoken so clearly, yet the Great Accomplishment Saint Body still hadn't appeared.

The terrifying figure several hundred zhang tall above his head gave him an unprecedented pressure; standing before it, he felt a tremor originating from his very soul.

What made Ye Fan feel even more ominous was that the figure's gaze fell upon the Green Copper Tripod, and the Green Copper Tripod even vibrated; this feeling was as if it were clashing with an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon, something that had never happened before.

Compelled, Ye Fan could not help but shout again, repeating all the many things Zhang Xuan had instructed him to say.

Even in this terrifying atmosphere, he gritted his teeth, took the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill in his hand, and covered it with the Green Copper Tripod.

Such a precious item—Ye Fan was afraid something might go wrong; if these Desolate Slaves suddenly snatched the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill away, he would truly be a great sinner.

And when the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill was taken out, the figure several hundred zhang tall finally moved.

In Ye Fan's incredibly shocked gaze, the figure reached out a hand, cupped its palm, and the Green Copper Tripod, along with the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill, was taken into the hand of the figure several hundred zhang tall.

During this process, the Green Copper Tripod glowed faintly; this peerless weapon capable of resisting an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon did not cause much impact on that Desolate Slave.

Ye Fan even saw that the golden hairs on that figure's body did not fall off, only fluctuating slightly, like golden wheat waves in a field brushed by a breeze.

"It's over, I shouldn't have taken this job; it really is a nine-deaths-and-one-life situation."

Ye Fan felt he was done for; after all, he had been able to walk steadily onto Sheng Shan this time because of the protection of the Green Copper Tripod. Now that the Green Copper Tripod had been snatched away by someone else, he would die in an instant under the erosion of time.

Just then, Ye Fan heard a majestic and heavy voice from above his head.

"I know."

"You... you can speak!"

Ye Fan was shocked; after all, he had seen no small number of Desolate Slaves, but these Desolate Slaves were basically dull and sluggish, as if their souls had been extracted.

Most of the time, their movements were clumsy, let alone having wisdom or the ability to speak.

Having entered the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land several times, this was the first time he had heard a Desolate Slave speak.

In the next moment, something even more shocking to Ye Fan happened: he saw that figure flip its hand, and the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill was poured out.

Then this figure tested the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill in its palm for a moment, then looked down again; there were terrifying Divine Sense fluctuations clashing intensely in this region.

Ye Fan had the feeling of facing two Extreme Dao Imperial Weapons; that feeling seemed as if it could make him perish at any moment.

Then he heard the figure several hundred zhang tall let out a sigh, and in his most shocked gaze, it tossed the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill into its mouth.

"You..."

Ye Fan gasped, then shouted, "This was given by that senior to the Great Completion Saint Body, not to you."

That figure, standing hundreds of zhang tall, paused for a moment, lowered his head, and spoke like thunder: "I am the Great Completion Saint Body!"

(End of this chapter)