321: Chapter 326: The Bells of Purple Mountain Ring 321: Chapter 326: The Bells of Purple Mountain Ring Ye Fan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat; he didn’t expect An Miaoyi to bring up the sacred body.
He kept silent, listening to the others’ discussion.
“I have heard that the sacred body’s Seas of Bitterness are golden, not filled with deathly stillness, possessing unparalleled immense divine energy.” “I also read a snippet in an Ancient Book; their Dao Palace does not give birth to gods, all the power of the Dao is used to nurture themselves.” Two people spoke, and Ye Fan was surprised.
These people were indeed knowledgeable, even knowing these things, which he hadn’t realized about the Dao Palace.
He previously thought there was an issue with his cultivation.
Xu Heng, dressed in black, with skin as white as snow jade, was like a divine sword hidden in its sheath, its sharp edge restrained.
He said, “People with this constitution, after achieving Great Success, have blood parable to divine medicine, described in the ancient Alchemists’ notes as invaluable.” “I would be delighted to hear Elder Brother Xiu’s detailed explanation; Miao Yi is all ears.” An Miaoyi’s long eyelashes quivered lightly, her large eyes, full of Spiritual Qi, looked over.
Xu Heng had a significant background.
His grandfather, Xu Tianxiong, was even more terrifying than the sovereign Green Flood Dragon King, being the third greatest bandit in the northern region—a truly profound heritage.
His demeanor was somewhat cold; even his smile seemed like frost sculpted from ice.
He said, “That was something my grandfather accidentally saw on a stone wall.” Xu Tianxiong was a man of great fortune, renowned in the northern region over a thousand years ago.
He once saw the notes of an Ancient Desolation Alchemist on a sheer cliff.
In ancient times, a sacred body who had achieved Great Success granted half a bowl of sacred blood.
An Alchemist then refined it into a pill with medicinal herbs, not only saving a dying person but also helping that person later break through a Great Secret Realm.
“Can it truly have such miraculous effects?” Many were moved.
“Before the Ancient Desolation, the earth was chaotic.
Even sacred bodies faced endless great battles…” a man in golden armor spoke.
His skin was a wheatish color, his face sharply chiseled.
This man’s name was Jin Chixiao, a descendant of the Golden Family from the Northern Plains.
He was extremely powerful, with a status parable to a Prince of Great Xia, and had also seen related records.
In ancient times, it was recorded in Ancient Books that a sacred body who had achieved Great Success saved many gravely injured and dying friends with their own blood.
Just ten drops of this blood could bring the dead back to life and regenerate flesh on bones!
“Was the earth truly chaotic before the Ancient Desolation?” An Miaoyi’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Jin Chixiao.
“Indeed, it was chaotic.
Demons ran rampant, but they were eventually suppressed by the sacred bodies and ancient Great Emperors,” Jin Chixiao said.
Beside them, a man in Purple Clothes sneered.
His demeanor was majestic, noble beyond words, and his eyes were deeper than the starry sky.
He said, “Demons ran rampant?
I think it was ancient creatures, not yet eradicated, that roamed the earth!” His name was Yao Yuekong, the Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, from the western part of the Eastern Wastelands.
This ancient Demon Palace had remained eternal, passed down since ancient times, parable to the various Sacred Lands.
“Yao Yuekong, what do you mean by that?” Jin Chixiao asked coldly, his sword-like eyebrows shooting up.
“Just now, you said that in the Ancient Desolation, the land was in turmoil and the demon clan ran rampant.
I’m asking *you* what *you* mean by that!” Yao Yuekong’s Purple Clothes fluttered, snapping in the wind.
He sat there, imposing and motionless, yet exuded a pelling aura.
The ancient Heavenly Demon Palace held sway over the world.
From ancient times to the present, countless powerful Demon Kings had emerged from it; it was even said that the Green Flood Dragon King hailed from this palace.
Yao Yuekong’s status was unspeakably noble, and his strength was naturally terrifying to the extreme.
“And what I said isn’t true?” Jin Chixiao retorted, unafraid, as he too had a significant background.
The Golden Family, located in the Northern Plains, also bordered the northern region of the Eastern Wastelands.
It was said that in ancient times, they originated from the Eastern Wastelands.
There were even rumors that they were descendants of ancient creatures, bearing Ancient Golden Blood.
This lineage held a status in the Northern Plains parable to that of the Immortal Dynasty of Great Xia in the Central States—unshakable.
Naturally, they could stand toe-to-toe with the people of the Heavenly Demon Palace.
Yao Yuekong snorted coldly, saying, “In ancient times, ancient creatures wreaked havoc, only to be suppressed by the Great Emperors of old.
Certain families then had no choice but to flee far to the Northern Plains, leaving the Eastern Wastelands.” The two had fought a great battle not long ago and held deep grudges.
Now, they were like fire and water, and it seemed very likely they would once again engage in a life-and-death duel.
Ye Fan was thoroughly surprised.
He was gradually understanding the implications; he hadn’t expected the Golden Family and the Heavenly Demon Palace to have such ancient and mysterious origins.
“Yao Yuekong, we are a line of the Golden Royal Family of the human race!
Don’t you dare slander us!” “Some ancient creatures once caused disaster, yet now they masquerade as the Golden Royal Family of the human race!” Despite being great enemies, neither intended to clash violently.
They soon calmed down, not wanting to create a spectacle for others.
An Miaoyi personally poured wine.
Then, with a graceful flick of her fair hand, two Jade Cups flew to Jin Chixiao and Yao Yuekong respectively.
“Miao Yi offers a toast to both Young Masters.
Let us not be swayed by tempers; please drink this wine.” Although the atmosphere was somewhat stiff, in such a setting, no one was going to make an issue of it.
A confrontation was unlikely, and All drank the wine.
Beside them, someone asked, “Brother Yuekong, the Heavenly Demon Palace endures through the ages.
In ancient times, many Greater Demons emerged from it.
During the Ancient Desolation, they battled with the sacred bodies.
How much do you know about this?” Yao Yuekong’s black hair danced lightly, his expression calm.
He said, “Though the demon clan has battled with the human race, that is long past.
We coexist harmoniously now.
The grudges of those years have faded into history.” “Brother Yuekong, please don’t misunderstand; I meant no offense.” The person hurriedly stood up and cupped his hands.
In his view, the Heavenly Demon Palace was even more terrifying than the Sacred Lands.
An Miaoyi smiled gently, her jade-like teeth glistening, her bright eyes filled with poetic charm.
She said, “Brother Yuekong, please don’t mind.
Miao Yi also wanted to ask this question.
We truly wish to know more about the sacred body.” Ye Fan was puzzled.
Why was this woman so interested in the sacred body?
Was she truly this curious?
“A sacred body that has achieved Great Success is invincible…” This was Yao Yuekong’s ancestor’s assessment of the sacred body.
In the Ancient Desolation, the demon clan was extremely prosperous.
The Heavenly Demon Palace, if not manding the entire world, was close to it.
Greater Demons emerged in droves.
However, their battles with sacred bodies came at a bloody price; giants of the demon clan continuously fell, nearly leading to their extinction.
“The sacred body can overe all Variations.
All domain Laws are ineffective against it.
In a life-and-death battle, it moves as if through an undefended territory.” Most of those present were figures of the Saint Son Level.
Some had cultivated Ancient Phenomenons and could fight across a whole secret boundary.
However, if faced with a sacred body, all these abilities would undoubtedly be useless.
This was a disconcerting thought.
Ye Fan felt somewhat uneasy.
With every word, these people were getting closer to unearthing his secrets.
This was not a promising sign.
Yao Yuekong did not reveal much more.
He said, “Haven’t some among the Sacred Lands attempted to cultivate a sacred body?” He glanced at Xiang Yifei and the Wanchu Saint Heir.
Others also spoke up: “We’ve always heard rumors, but we don’t know the details.” Everyone’s gaze focused on Xiang Yifei and the Wanchu Saint Heir.
An Miaoyi personally poured wine for them and said, “Brother Xiang, could you enlighten us?” “That was tens of thousands of years ago.
Unfortunately, it ultimately ended in failure,” Xiang Yifei said.
The Dayan Sacred Land discovered a sacred body by chance tens of thousands of years ago.
They spent a million units of Source to help him ascend to the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace.
“That was a bottomless pit.
Although Dayan could produce tens of millions of units of Source, it would have greatly depleted its Yuan Qi.
Many seniors speculated that even if they helped him break into the Four Extremes secret boundary, he might still face other unimaginable difficulties.” “Later, what became of that sacred body?” someone asked.
This was the question everyone was most concerned about.
Xiang Yifei did not answer, remaining silent.
“I’ve heard that sacred body met a pitiful end,” Xu Heng said dispassionately.
“Back then, although a Sacred Land could produce tens of millions of units of Source, they saw no hope, so they naturally stopped,” Xiang Yifei said.
“Nowadays, the major Sacred Lands have opened up numerous Source mines in the northern region.
Spending another ten million units of Source would no longer severely deplete their Yuan Qi,” someone remarked.
“Unfortunately, the gain isn’t worth the loss.
Who knows if there’ll be further shackles after the sacred body enters the Four Extremes?
No one is willing to take such a huge gamble,” the Wanchu Saint Heir said, shaking his head.
Li Heishui stirred the pot, saying, “Well, isn’t there a sacred body around now?
I think the major Sacred Lands should consider nurturing an unparalleled master.” Many did not respond.
What a terrible idea!
Leaving aside the animosity between Ye Fan and Flickering Light, the mere fact that he wasn’t a disciple cultivated by any of the Sacred Lands from a young age was enough to dismiss the notion entirely.
“Fairy An, why are you so interested in the sacred body?” Ye Fan suddenly asked.
“Miao Yi is devoted to the Dao and wishes to understand its origin, to grasp its essence.
I read in a senior’s notes that sacred bodies are close to the Great Dao, so naturally, I want to learn more.” The Prince of Great Xia laughed heartily.
“The sacred body, renowned throughout the world in the past!
I am increasingly looking forward to him breaking the curse and entering the Four Extremes secret boundary.” An Miaoyi suddenly stood up, her graceful form like jade.
She walked to a Jade Table, took a small bronze cauldron in hand, and said, “Everyone, Miao Yi would like to invite you to examine this item.
What do you think is its origin?” This small cauldron was covered in green rust and engraved with images of fish, insects, birds, and beasts.
It looked quite ancient but lacked any divine energy; the Dao Glyphs on it seemed damaged.
Everyone’s expression stirred.
An Miaoyi wouldn’t have casually taken out an item for them to see.
Inviting them here tonight was most likely for this very object.
They all went forward one by one and observed it in turn, but none could discern anything unusual.
When Ye Fan took the cauldron in his hand, his heart suddenly jumped.
He saw a familiar mark on it—a ghost face!
The Vessel left by that ruthless person!
Jiang Yifei, dressed in white robes, looking otherworldly and refined, as graceful as jade, had not said a word from beginning to end.
Only when he took the small cauldron from Ye Fan’s hand did his expression falter.
“Fairy An, where did you obtain this?” “Brother Jiang, your family learning is indeed profound.
You surely know what this represents.” An Miaoyi’s gaze, like flowing water, turned to Jiang Yifei.
“An imprint left by a Great Emperor.” Just then, Yao Yuekong, the Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, also felt a jolt in his heart.
“Behind each of you lies the most ancient heritage of the Eastern Wastelands.
You are all truly well-informed.
Miao Yi is impressed,” An Miaoyi said with a smile.
“Fairy An, are you trying to tell us that this Vessel indicates a way to find that half of a peak weapon?” Jiang Yifei asked calmly.
An Miaoyi nodded.
“Yes.
However, it requires the divine body, the sacred body, and the Heavenly Demon Body to all appear together for there to be a possibility of obtaining that half of the peak weapon.” DONG… Suddenly, a bell tolled, its sound echoing through heaven and earth.
Everyone was greatly shocked, their bodies trembling.
“What is that sound?!” At that moment, the entire sacred city was shaken.
A sound like that of great bells, solemn and resonant, reverberated throughout the divine city.
Suddenly, Jiang Yifei’s expression changed.
He said, “Someone has traversed the void and entered the Ancient Wilderness Dao Platform of the sacred city!
But… only the Peacock Kings can do such a thing!” “What happened?!” All the young people present turned pale.
At the same time, the entire sacred city fell into chaos.
No one could remain calm.
Ye Fan’s heart jolted.
He had heard that bell sound before; he would never forget it in his lifetime.
It was the tolling of the bells from within the purple mountain!
A Peacock King had traversed the void, surely ing from the purple mountain!
The Bell Waves had even resonated all the way here!
What happened in the purple mountain?
Had all the Peacock Kings fled to the sacred city?
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