The Immortal Martial God of the Apocalypse: The Immortal Martial God of the Apocalypse, #9

By Fuge Luan Shi

In the city of Sishui, the young Ye Ling from the Lin family steps onto the talent detection ritual platform amidst ridicule and insults. The legitimate heir of the Lin family, Lin Yu, shows astonishing talents, while Ye Ling appears dim and lackluster. Despite his seemingly unruly demeanor, Ye Ling's eyes reveal deep solitude. Just as everyone mocks him for not even being a low-level genius, Ye Ling faces the shattered crystal, and the hidden truth is about to be unveiled.

After fifteen years of cycles and humiliation, the young man emerges from the bloodshed in the backyard of the Lin family, reborn from destruction. With a mysterious physique and extraordinary mental strength, he rises from the desolate land.

What is a genius? I, Ye Ling, am the genius!

 

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"It's been so many years. I wonder what level of attainment he has reached."

 "Just the ability to freeze time in an area is proof that he has reached a realm we can scarcely imagine. Qi Ce, do you want to go out and see the world?"

 "The outside world." Qi Ce looked at Jian Bolai, then back at the silent void before them, remaining silent.

 "We should have left with him hundreds of years ago. It's too late now, but this time we must go," Jian Bolai said, his gaze towards the sky, the aura of his sword surging, a longing expression on his face.

• Language: English
• Publisher: He Qiao Qiao
• Release date: May 23, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224173891

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Chapter 794 The Way of Time

The two looked at the expressions of the group, also startled. The group’s faces changed drastically as they saw the person emerging from the gate, as if realizing something, their bodies trembling.

He is... Ye Ling.

The group looked at Ye Ling, their expressions filled with disbelief, as if facing a great terror.

How can he be here? Wasn’t he supposed to have died hundreds of years ago?

Ye Ling was a name not unfamiliar to the entire Cang Yuan World - a dazzling, demonic genius, the nightmare of many. He had caused the deaths of countless due to the three great dynasties, created the Dark Moon, nearly uprooting the major sects of the Tai Xuan Dynasty, and even killed members of the World Spreading God Sect.

But more importantly, he had two other identities - a demon, an anomalous existence outside the common folk, and a remnant of the Sword Immortal Palace, someone the World Spreading God Sect had to kill.

For all these years, most in the Cang Yuan World had believed Ye Ling to be dead. The World Spreading God Sect, a terrifying force that ruled the endless starry skies - how could Ye Ling have survived them?

Yet now, a person bearing the same name, Ye Ling, stood before them.

They did not want to believe this Ye Ling was the same as the one from the past, but the information they had gathered pointed to this Ye Ling originating from the Beifeng Island region, not far from this small world. The connection was hard to ignore.

Seeing the person emerging from the frozen time domain, the group’s expressions hardened. In unison, they moved to stand beside Qi Ce and Jian Bolai, drawing their blades in a threatening manner.

Ye Ling! one of them shouted, the blade pressing against Qi Ce’s neck. Their bodies trembled as they faced Ye Ling.

Ye Ling stopped, his expression calm. Seeing Qi Ce and Jian Bolai, a smile appeared on his face.

Qi Ce, Jian Bolai, it’s been a while. His casual words completely disregarded the group, causing their grip on their blades to tighten, as if that could provide them some sense of security.

Ye Ling, the Lord of the Dark Moon, we know it’s you. If you don’t want them to die, let us leave.

The group spoke, a hint of madness in their eyes. Normally, they would never dare to address Ye Ling in such a way, but now they had no other choice - it was either this or death.

In the Cang Yuan World, the name Dark Moon was once synonymous with death, and remained so even now. The disciples of the Dark Moon were too numerous to be eradicated. Once marked for death by the Dark Moon, no matter which corner of the Cang Yuan World one fled to, they would be killed. And before them stood the Lord of the Dark Moon himself.

The spiritual symbol of the Dark Moon, a demon beyond the scope of the world - none left his hands alive.

Lord of the Dark Moon.

Hearing this title, Ye Ling shook his head with a faint smile, causing the group to shudder.

Ye Ling, this must be your birthplace. Hundreds of years ago, you escaped here, evading calamity. Rest assured, as long as you let us go, we will never reveal your whereabouts.

No, we know nothing about the Qi Country, and have never seen you before.

The group spoke, their expressions filled with fear. Perhaps due to their nervousness, their words became somewhat incoherent.

Qi Ce and Jian Bolai observed the scene, their eyes narrowing. They did not know what had happened to Ye Ling after leaving the Qi Country, but from the group’s expressions, they could tell that Ye Ling’s reputation outside the Qi Country must be immense to frighten them so.

Ye Ling, don’t mind us. They won’t dare kill us, they’re just a bunch of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong, Qi Ce said calmly, glancing at the blade against his neck before looking at Ye Ling. The group’s expressions changed.

Shut up! The blade pressed further into Qi Ce’s neck, a hint of madness in the wielder’s eyes.

Even if we have to die, we’ll take you with us. Ye Ling, make your choice. Either we all die together with these two, or we all live. As long as you agree to let us go, we’re willing to pay any price.

The group spoke, their eyes fixed on Ye Ling. Ye Ling looked at them, shaking his head with a faint smile.

You’re still not capable of killing someone in front of me. As Ye Ling spoke, the group’s pupils contracted. They tried to thrust their blades into Qi Ce and Jian Bolai, but suddenly, their bodies froze.

The space around them had become still, just like the frozen time domain, the flow of time halted.

In the next moment, the group’s bodies began to tremble, rapidly aging before their eyes. Soon, they reached the end of their lives, turning into withered bones that crumbled into dust, blown away by the wind.

Qi Ce and Jian Bolai watched this scene, their expressions filled with shock. They did not even attempt to intervene, as if a mere glance had caused the Sky Martial Peak experts beside them to vanish into thin air.

In an instant, they had aged, died, and disintegrated - what kind of power was this?

Time.

At the entrance of the manor, Ye Ling closed his eyes slightly, his soul expanding. He could sense the flow of time, even manipulate it. He had truly grasped the Way of Time.

The four supreme Dao - Time, Space, Chaos, and Fate. He had never heard of anyone who had mastered two of the supreme Dao, yet he had now achieved control over both Time and Space.

In addition, he had also mastered the Dao Meaning Fusion technique, an ancient art once referred to as the Transcendent Way.

Those with exceptional aptitude could be called geniuses, and those with extraordinary talents, surpassing their peers, were known as demonic prodigies or heavenly favorites. But Ye Ling seemed to have transcended even these categories.

Thinking of the boundless darkness, Ye Ling’s body trembled slightly. Perhaps he had been wrong from the beginning.

A realm of darkness, devouring everything, even those at the Void God and Dao Transformation realms had to retreat. Yet he felt at home within it, as if he truly belonged to that foreign realm.

Could it be that he was not originally from this universe? Thinking of this, Ye Ling’s expression wavered. How could that be possible? If that were true, what would the Qi Country and his mother mean to him?

The Secret Burial of the Sword Immortal Palace!

Ultimately, it all came back to the Secret Burial. The answers he sought were hidden there, as multiple people had told him before. Perhaps the truth of his origins lay within the Secret Burial.

Ye Ling, what’s wrong? a voice reached his ears. Ye Ling looked up to see Qi Ce and Jian Bolai, and he smiled faintly, shaking his head.

It’s been hundreds of years, Ye Ling. You’re still as mysterious as ever, even more unfathomable and inscrutable, Qi Ce said, shaking his head. Beside him, Jian Bolai looked at Ye Ling, as if trying to discern something from him, before turning his gaze away.

Chapter 795: Return to the Cang Yuan World

Hundreds of years ago, he could still catch a glimpse of Ye Ling’s true nature, but now he found him completely inscrutable. The gap between them had grown so vast that it was impossible to bridge.

After a moment of contemplation, as if having come to terms with it, Jian Bolai also smiled.

Ye Ling, regardless of what realm you’ve reached or what kind of figure you are outside the Qi Country, here in the Qi lands, you are still Ye Ling, the friend that I, Qi Ce, hold in high regard.

You haven’t returned for centuries, and Jian Bolai has been in seclusion. The three of us haven’t met for hundreds of years. Today, I’ll take the lead. In the Qi Palace, at the Fengluan Hall, we shall drink until we’re satisfied.

Qi Ce spoke, his face pale but smiling. Ye Ling looked at him and nodded, waving his hand to dispel the Spirit Restraining Rings on their bodies. An Elixir appeared in Qi Ce’s hand.

This is... Qi Ce looked at the Elixir, brimming with Spiritual Energy, slightly stunned.

If we’re going to drink, it should be fair. Drinking with you while you’re gravely injured would be taking advantage of you. This Elixir can heal your wounds. Once you’re recovered, we’ll have a proper drinking session.

Ye Ling explained. Qi Ce studied the Elixir, then looked at Ye Ling, nodding in understanding.

In the Fengluan Hall of the Qi Palace, the sound of zither music and laughter intermingled. Three men - one the ruler of the Qi Country, one the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect, and one a legendary figure from the Qi lands hundreds of years ago - drank together without regard for their image.

Ye Ling has returned, and the People of the Upper Domain have all been slain. The Qi Emperor, Jian Bolai, and Ye Ling are drinking in the Fengluan Hall.

This news spread from the Qi Palace, quickly reaching the Qi Capital, the four prefectures, and the entire Qi Country.

Even those People of the Upper Domain were killed.

The lords of the four prefectures, gazing towards the Qi Palace, displayed looks of shock, followed by solemnity and panic.

The relationship between the Qi Emperor, Jian Bolai, and Ye Ling was no secret. Hundreds of years ago, it was Ye Ling who helped the current Qi Emperor seize power. Jian Bolai and Ye Ling were even closer, sharing an unbreakable bond.

And now, with Ye Ling’s return and his forceful suppression of the Upper Domain people, it would soon be their turn.

He has returned, and we have already lost this battle. Facing him, even an army of thousands would be useless.

The time stasis in the Qi Capital was not the appearance of a rare treasure, but a manifestation of his cultivation. After hundreds of years, he must have reached an unimaginable realm of power.

Submission may be the only way for us to avoid death.

...

A single name caused the entire Qi Country to tremble. The landscape of warring states and regional lords instantly collapsed.

After three days of drinking, when they emerged from the Fengluan Hall, the dukes of the four prefectures and other local lords were all kneeling outside, their expressions shaken at the sight of the three men.

If I had known this would happen, there would have been no need for the struggles within the Qi lands. Those from beyond the domain are unforgivable. You shall all commit suicide here, and I may spare your descendants.

Qi Ce looked at the kneeling group with indifference. His words caused them to tremble, the air falling silent. Suddenly, one man drew his sword, rushing towards Jian Bolai.

Hum!

The space trembled, and the man’s body instantly vanished without a trace. The rest of the group shuddered, their faces filled with despair as they looked at Ye Ling.

Yuan Hai, the lord of Jiang City, has committed treason and rebellion, disrupting the world without remorse. He shall be executed along with his entire clan.

A eunuch steward shouted, causing the group to tremble once more.

After a moment of silence, one man stepped forward, bowing to Qi Ce, Ye Ling, and Jian Bolai, then committing suicide by his own sword, his blood spilling to the ground. Qi Ce smiled faintly, glancing at the others, then turned to leave with Ye Ling and Jian Bolai.

After the three departed, one by one, the people outside the Fengluan Hall stood up and committed suicide.

Thus, the turmoil in the Qi Country came to an end. Everyone knew that Ye Ling had returned, and soon after, he would disappear again, along with the Qi Emperor and Jian Bolai, rumored to have gone to the Upper Domain, the so-called world beyond.

In a small world, Ye Ling could easily tear open the space and leave, but for some reason, when he tore open the sky of the Qi Country, he saw only a void, not the Cang Yuan World. He could only enter the Cang Yuan World through that spatial rift.

The Qi Country, though just a small world, was no longer ordinary because of Ye Ling. His mother had left her footprints here and left him behind, surely changing this world.

In the Northern Peak Sea Region, Ye Ling led Jian Bolai and Qi Ce across the waves, telling them about the Cang Yuan World.

Ye Ling, I heard those People of the Upper Domain mention something called the Dark Moon. What is the Dark Moon?

On the Flying Boat, gazing at the vast, boundless sea, Qi Ce looked at Ye Ling and asked. Jian Bolai also focused his attention on Ye Ling, deeply interested in Ye Ling’s experiences in the Cang Yuan World over the years.

It was an assassin organization I once established, to help someone. I thought it would have been destroyed long ago, but it seems to have developed to such an extent.

Ye Ling said calmly, as if he didn’t care much about it, causing Qi Ce and Jian Bolai to frown.

All these years, Ye Ling, have you been to other places, worlds beyond the Cang Yuan World?

The two asked, and Ye Ling nodded. They were shocked, contemplating for a moment and taking a deep breath.

Ye Ling, I’m increasingly curious about what you’ve experienced these years - the Cang Yuan World, and other unknown worlds. How many worlds have you been to, and what have you seen?

Qi Ce said. Ye Ling smiled faintly, shaking his head. Looking up, his gaze seemed to pierce the endless void, spotting a palace floating in the sky, and a person within it. His expression slightly tightened.

An elder sat cross-legged in the celestial palace, a Void Immortal Realm existence sent by the World Spreading God Sect to guard the Cang Yuan World. But his life force had been extinguished.

Someone had come to the Cang Yuan World and killed him. On the Flying Boat, Ye Ling stepped forward, the void rippling as he entered the celestial palace, seeing the body of the celestial guardian.

There were no wounds on the body, but the vital energy within had been completely severed, the soul vanished without a trace.

Who had killed him? Ye Ling thought of San Dao, but immediately shook his head. If it were San Dao, there would be no body left, for San Dao was a Sage, the pinnacle existence in the endless starry sky. Even a Heavenly Dao Realm being would be annihilated by a single strike, let alone a Void Immortal Realm cultivator.

Chapter 796: She Has Never Come

It was not San Dao. Who else in the Cang Yuan World could have killed the guardian? Gazing at the body in the palace, Ye Ling’s expression tightened. He slashed with his sword, bisecting the celestial palace and the elder’s corpse.

The guardian of the Cang Yuan World had died. This could not be hidden from the World Spreading God Sect, and the Cang Yuan World could no longer be delayed.

The Flying Boat hovered above the sea, with over a dozen people standing before it, their expressions sinister. Qi Ce and Jian Bolai looked at the scene, their faces grave.

Truly a newborn calf not afraid of the tiger. A Sky Martial Realm Seventh Stage and a Sky Martial Realm Fifth Stage, daring to act on the sea. You’re lucky to have run into us, and we’ll give you a quick death...

The leader spoke, but before he could finish, a sword beam descended from the sky, instantly annihilating the entire space and the dozen-plus people, reducing them to dust.

Qi Ce and Jian Bolai looked up to see Ye Ling, noticing a hint of gravity on his face - the first time they had seen such an expression since Ye Ling’s return to the Qi Country.

Ye Ling, what happened? Qi Ce asked, a tinge of seriousness in his tone.

We cannot stay in the Cang Yuan World any longer, Ye Ling said, stepping into the Flying Boat. The void trembled, and the world transformed, appearing outside a vast, grand city in the next instant.

Qi Ce and Jian Bolai looked at the scene in awe, then back at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling, is this...

The Great Mystery City, the capital of the Tai Xuan Dynasty, one of the three great dynasties in the Cang Yuan World. I have stayed here before.

The Flying Boat vanished, the void rippling as the three entered the Great Mystery City.

Wait for me for a day. After a day, we will leave the Cang Yuan World, Ye Ling said, then disappeared. The two men looked at each other, sharing a wry smile.

Jian Bolai, I thought he was an extraordinary figure within the Cang Yuan World, but now it seems he may be extraordinary even beyond the Cang Yuan World.

In just a few hundred years, we have fallen so far behind him. Perhaps we can never catch up to him in this lifetime, Qi Ce sighed, a look of resignation on his face. Jian Bolai looked at him, a hint of dejection in his expression as well.

He had once been the number one genius of the Qi Country, admired by many. But since Ye Ling’s arrival, his title as the top genius had become a joke. Compared to Ye Ling, who else could be considered a true genius?

After leaving Qi Ce and Jian Bolai, Ye Ling’s first destination was the endless corridor on Tai Xuan Peak.

The desolate, lifeless corridor was filled with withered leaves and trembling vines, but there was no wind. Looking forward or backward, there was no end in sight - time seemed to have stopped flowing here.

Even after all these years, hundreds of years, during which Ye Ling had reached the Third Layer of the Divine Martial Realm, he still could not see through this corridor.

Standing in the corridor, Ye Ling closed his eyes. When he opened them, the corridor had collapsed, and a towering mountain peak stood before him, just as it had been before, shrouded in purple mist - but the person he had once known was no longer there.

Ye Ling contemplated for a moment, then headed towards the mountain. But as soon as he took a step, the surrounding world crumbled, the sky fell, and the earth sank. He found himself back at the Great Mysterious Martial Mansion, looking around in a daze.

The endless corridor might have been nothing more than an illusion, something he had been too attached to.

In the Rising Dragon Courtyard, the Qinglian Pond - the residence of his second master, the Rising Dragon Venerable - was still as quiet and serene as before, but it lacked a certain liveliness.

The Rising Dragon Venerable had died, turned into a bone artifact to protect Ye Ling.

In a dilapidated alley, in an iron forge, bone artifacts were displayed, a faint scent of blood lingering in the air. The area was deathly silent, with a sense of resentment swirling around Ye Ling’s ears.

This had been the domain of the Cang Yuan World’s guardian, slain by San Dao. Now, with the master gone, the resentment that had accumulated over the centuries had turned the area within a mile into a dead zone, uninhabited.

Ye Ling entered the forge, looking to the corner, where a bone sword covered in dust lay. Picking it up, Ye Ling’s heart trembled - this sword was forged from the bones of the Rising Dragon Venerable.

Roar!

The bone sword trembled, and a ghostly figure emerged, opening a gaping maw to devour Ye Ling. The void shuddered, and time seemed to freeze. Ye Ling looked at the ghastly figure, his expression wavering.

The ghostly figure was ferocious, and Ye Ling felt only a sense of killing intent and madness, but he knew this was the Rising Dragon Venerable.

Master, I’m sorry I’m late, Ye Ling said, kneeling and performing the ritual of a disciple.

The ghostly figure let out a roar, like a wild beast, but it seemed to fear Ye Ling and did not dare approach him. Ye Ling watched this, his heart trembling, as he slowly tightened his grip on the bone sword.

The ghostly figure let out a mournful cry, as if begging for mercy. Ye Ling remained unmoved, and the bone sword in his hand gradually crumbled and vanished.

The Ghost Alley, one of the forbidden zones in the Great Mystery City, had completely disappeared since Ye Ling’s departure.

The Rising Dragon Venerable was dead, and the person had only used the Venerable’s remaining soul and corpse to forge the sword. By crushing the bone sword and destroying the Ghost Alley, Ye Ling wanted to grant the Venerable complete liberation.

With the Rising Dragon Venerable’s matter resolved, only one thing remained - the reason for the Cang Yuan World’s guardian’s death. Aside from San Dao, there was only one person Ye Ling could think of who could have killed a Void God Realm expert so quietly.

In a dilapidated and desolate pavilion, the First Pavilion, where Ye Ling had first seen Beiluo Wange, there was another person, one even San Dao feared - the pavilion master.

The Cang Yuan World’s guardian had been killed, and Ye Ling could only think of her. Perhaps she had returned, and Beiluo Wange would have come back as well, as this was the place of their first meeting.

Ye Ling stood outside the First Pavilion for a moment, then entered, feeling a sense of nervousness for reasons he couldn’t quite explain.

Had she really come? He couldn’t be sure, after all, it was he who had broken his promise to her three years ago.

In the pavilion, Ye Ling looked at the scene before him - an ancient zither, a half-finished game of chess, just as it had been before. The pavilion was filled with the stench of decay, as if no one had been here for a long time. She had truly never come.

Chapter 797: The Arrival of the God Sect

In the Tai Xuan Imperial Palace, at the Moon Pavilion!

A chessboard with an unfinished game remained, and on it, a line of text could still be seen.

The Way of the Heartless, never forget!

Six characters, written in an elegant hand, but with a hint of unease in the strokes, as if the person who had left them had been in turmoil, pausing and revising many times before finally settling on these words.

Compared to before, a knife mark had been added, crossing out the last three characters, leaving only three.

The Way of the Heartless!

A single slash seemed to sever the past, cutting away the seven emotions and six desires, causing Ye Ling’s heart to tremble.

What had happened to Beigong Wange to make her cultivate such a path?

Suddenly, a cold light shot in from outside the hall, aiming straight for Ye Ling’s heart. Ye Ling’s gaze focused, and time froze as a blade stopped in front of him, slowly disintegrating.

Ye Ling looked at the person who had fired the blade. She seemed surprised that her attack had been blocked and was about to flee when she found Ye Ling already standing before her.

Dark Moon.

Looking at the person in front of him, Ye Ling frowned slightly. A black mask with a dark moon rising from a lake surface - the symbol of the Dark Moon. The assailant was one of them.

In that instant, he seemed to understand many things. The Tai Xuan Dynasty had long changed hands, and the Beigong Imperial Family had been destroyed, yet this palace and the First Pavilion had remained untouched for so long. It was all because of them. Though he had left, the Dark Moon had always been there.

And they had been using their methods to protect the Dark Moon, to guard their spiritual symbol.

Behind the mask was a woman’s face, her eyes filled with panic as she looked at Ye Ling. She bit down on a poison pill between her teeth, intending to commit suicide. Ye Ling watched this scene, his eyes narrowing.

The poison directly dissipated between the woman’s teeth. Ye Ling looked at her, silent for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.

Is Qing Yue still in the Dark Moon now? Ye Ling asked. The woman, still in shock, was slightly stunned by Ye Ling’s words but nodded.

Qing Yue was the current leader of the Dark Moon. She had once followed the first-generation leader, Ye Ling, the founder of the Dark Moon. After Ye Ling left, the Dark Moon went underground. After hundreds of years of development, it had become even stronger than before, able to invisibly hide within the layout of the three major dynasties.

It was Qing Yue who had ordered that anyone who dared to disturb the First Pavilion or the Moon Pavilion be slaughtered. Thus, for hundreds of years, no one had dared to touch the First Pavilion or the Moon Pavilion. The reason was that these two places held extraordinary significance for Ye Ling.

Give this Qiankun Ring to her and tell her that she doesn’t need to dwell too much on the past. Some things should be let go, Ye Ling said, handing the ring to the woman. He gazed at the palace in front of him for a moment, then turned and vanished into the darkness. The final matter was resolved; it was time for him to leave.

Who are you? the woman asked, looking at the Qiankun Ring in her hand and then at the silent darkness ahead.

Ye Ling.

The two faint words drifted in the air, causing the woman to tremble and remain stunned for a long time.

Ye Ling, he was actually Ye Ling, the founder of the Dark Moon, the legendary figure in the Cang Yuan World. He was still alive.

She tightened her grip on the Qiankun Ring and melted into the pitch-black night. This night was bound to be a sleepless one.

In the Cang Yuan World, there was probably one person Ye Ling could not understand - the Daoist who could not die, whose body was covered in various Dao marks as if he had been bombarded countless times.

San Dao and the person beside Beigong Wange, he could guess a thing or two about them. But this Daoist, he couldn’t see through at all, nor did he understand why he had appeared in the Cang Yuan World or why he had saved him.

In a slave fighting arena, Qi Ce and Jian Bolai were watching the slaves battle, their faces full of shock. The void trembled slightly, and Ye Ling appeared beside them. The two were slightly stunned.

Ye Ling, have you finished your business?

Yes.

Ye Ling nodded, looking at the slave fight and recalling his past experiences in the arena. He shook his head slightly.

Ye Ling, the Cang Yuan World is indeed different from the land of Qi Country. Even Sky Martial Realm experts have been reduced to slaves, Qi Ce said, feeling the atmosphere of the slave fighting arena and seeming quite excited. Jian Bolai nodded beside him. Ye Ling smiled faintly, looking at the two. Just as he was about to speak, his brow suddenly furrowed, and he looked up at the sky.

Whoosh!

A giant sword descended from the sky, landing in a void. A young man stood on top of it, looking at the entire Great Mystery City with a face full of indifference.

Who killed the Elder of my World Spreading God Sect? he asked, and a surging sword intent poured down like a tidal wave, obscuring the heavens and earth. Countless people in Great Mystery City looked up at this scene, their expressions trembling.

Someone from the God Sect had come. An Elder of the World Spreading God Sect had been killed. Could it be the guardian of the Cang Yuan World?

So powerful. Just a trace of sword intent is enough to make my hair stand on end. What kind of force is the World Spreading God Sect?

Qi Ce looked at the person on the giant sword in the sky, his expression solemn. Jian Bolai glanced at Ye Ling, frowning slightly.

Ye Ling, do you know about the World Spreading God Sect? Jian Bolai asked. Qi Ce also looked at Ye Ling, his face surprised.

I’ve been there once, Ye Ling replied, looking at the sky, his expression grave. His fingers traced the void, stroke by stroke, outlining a spatial formation. Qi Ce and Jian Bolai watched this scene, seeming to realize something, their expressions slightly shocked.

Ye Ling, could it be that you killed... Qi Ce said, but before he could finish, he swallowed the last two words. He looked at the solemn Ye Ling and then at the sky, his gaze firm.

Whoever killed my World Spreading God Sect’s Elder, I give you one minute. If no one responds, I will slaughter this entire city.

The young man on the giant sword spoke again. His words caused countless people to tremble. One by one, they flew up, wanting to escape from Great Mystery City, but sword intents slashed down. Anyone who took a single step out of the city was cut down.

Envoy, we truly do not know why Elder Shen Zhong died. We are worlds apart from a God Sect Elder. How could we possibly kill him? We beg the Envoy to be discerning and spare us.

Someone bowed towards the giant sword in the sky, pleading for mercy. The young man on the sword glanced at the begging person indifferently. A sword intent fell, directly killing them. Countless people were horrified.

One minute is up. Since no one will say who killed my World Spreading God Sect’s Elder, then you will all accompany my God Sect Elder in death.

The young man on the giant sword spoke. With a wave of his hand, an invisible great sword hung in the sky. Terrifying sword intent permeated the air, tearing apart the surrounding void inch by inch. Countless people looked at the sky in despair.

Ye Ling!

Qi Ce and Jian Bolai also looked at Ye Ling, their faces solemn. Ye Ling’s fingers traced the void, his expression grave. Without looking at the person in the sky, he waved his hand, slashing out a sword.

Chapter 798: Holy Spirit Fruit

Whoosh!

The void was torn apart, splitting a world in two, and the young man on the giant sword was also split in two.

Silence!

The world fell into a brief silence, and finally, all eyes turned to one direction, their expressions filled with horror.

A young man, his fingers tracing the void as he moved in the air, as if drawing something. With a single sword strike, he had slain the genius from the World Spreading God Sect without the slightest resistance.

Ye Ling, Qi Ce and Jian Bolai exclaimed, taking a deep breath, their expressions shocked.

They knew Ye Ling was strong, but they didn’t expect him to be this powerful. The young man on the giant sword’s mere aura was enough to make them feel no desire to resist, yet Ye Ling had casually slashed him down.

They could also see that Ye Ling was setting up a formation, deploying a formation they could hardly imagine.

Hum!

Suddenly, the sky above trembled, and all eyes, including Qi Ce’s and Jian Bolai’s, turned towards it.

An elder stood in the sky, overlooking the earth. Seeing Ye Ling, a look of surprise crossed his face.

Ling Ye, you’re actually still alive? he said, seemingly shocked that Ye Ling had not died. After glancing around Ye Ling for a moment, a murderous aura appeared on his face.

It seems the rumors are true, that you went to the outer realms, and now no one is protecting you.

The elder said, clenching his hand in the air. The heavens and earth sank, and a hand the size of the sky descended towards the entire Great Mystery City. Ye Ling looked up, his gaze slightly narrowed. The spatial transmission formation in front of him had already solidified. Ye Ling pulled Qi Ce and Jian Bolai and stepped into it, disappearing from the world in an instant.

A spatial transmission formation, the elder’s gaze sharpened. With a step, he crossed out of the Cang Yuan World, chasing after Ye Ling.

Under the palm strike, the entire Great Mystery City was instantly reduced to ruins. On the Jing Yue Lake, the members of the Dark Moon Sect watched the deathly silence around them, then looked at the Qiankun Ring in front of them, their expressions filled with shock.

Beneath the palm that covered the sky, everything in Great Mystery City had been extinguished, yet they alone had survived, protected by the Qiankun Ring, allowing them to escape the devastating strike.

Gazing at the Qiankun Ring, the ruined wasteland, and then up at the sky, the group bowed down.

Shua!

In the starry sky, Ye Ling and the others emerged. Qi Ce and Jian Bolai looked around at the scene, their faces filled with astonishment.

This is...

The starry sky, Ye Ling said, tracing the void. Moments later, another spatial transmission formation appeared, and he led the two of them through it.

After several consecutive transmissions, they stopped at a Life Source Star. About half a year passed, and the three of them set out again.

Ye Ling’s identity had been exposed. According to what the people on Yan Shi Mountain had said, not only the World Spreading God Sect, the Great Qin Heavenly Court, and the Xuanji Academy, but all the major Sacred Lands of the Human Clan were now seeking to kill him.

He could no longer stay in any of the eight star spaces of the Human Clan, and the only place that could accommodate him was the Immortal Demon Domain in the Sun Shooting Star Space, the vast expanse between the brilliant stars.

A star ship cut through the starry sky. There were only three people on board. One was seated in meditation, seemingly in a state of enlightenment. The other two stood on the deck, gazing at the boundless starry sky, their expressions awestruck.

The last Sect Master of the Sword Immortal Palace, the Demon that exists outside the Six Realms, the champion of the Five Gates Competition of the World Spreading God Sect, who even had a Saint guarding his Dao - we have underestimated Ye Ling’s experiences all these years.

The two men said, looking at Ye Ling with grave expressions. In half a year, they had learned a great deal about Ye Ling. Across the entire starry sky, everyone knew and was aware of Ye Ling’s story.

Time and space were two of the four Supreme Dao. Ye Ling had integrated the Dao of Space and the Dao of the Sword, mastering the Spatial Sword Dance. Now, he was seeking to incorporate the Dao of the Soul and the Dao of Time as well.

The Dao of Unification and the Dao of Transcendence, defying the rules of mutual exclusion of Dao - even Saints had sought them in vain, yet Ye Ling had comprehended them with seemingly little effort, as if it was all a natural progression.

This is not entirely due to Ye Ling’s innate talent, but may also be attributed to the hidden secrets within him.

The Three Dao have gone to the outer realms to seek the source of the Heavenly Dao and reshape it. They have been gone for some time, and once they succeed, this universe will undergo a massive transformation. Before that, Ye Ling must prepare everything.

The Divine Martial Realm is too weak. His enemies are no longer the younger generation, but the older ones - the major Sacred Lands of the Human Clan. Ye Ling currently does not have the strength to confront them, so he can only leave.

With his purple blood, he is not truly of the Human Clan. Perhaps he should venture to the star spaces outside the Human Clan. The last Sword Immortal Palace secret key is in the star space of another race, and he should also go seek Luo Yue.

After sitting in meditation for thirty years, he has gained thirty years’ worth of enlightenment. The starship has crossed endless star domains, gradually moving away from the World Spreading God Sect’s star space. On this day, the void trembled, and Ye Ling opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashing across his gaze, startling Qi Ce and Jian Bolai on the deck.

In thirty years, although he has not fully integrated the Dao of the Soul and the Dao of Time into the Dao of Space and the Dao of the Sword, his cultivation has still broken through, from the Third Layer of the Divine Martial Realm to the Fourth Layer, all in just thirty years.

Ye Ling, congratulations, Qi Ce and Jian Bolai said, each offering their congratulations as they saw the golden light in Ye Ling’s eyes.

Ye Ling looked at the two of them and smiled. Though it was just a small realm breakthrough, it brought him one step closer to his goal.

In the Immortal Demon Domain, the Demon Body asked the Wind Spirit Clan’s Feng Yun about matters related to other races.

Chong Yan, the Saintess, and Luo Yue - this was the only information Ye Ling could provide. Faced with the Demon Body’s inquiries, Feng Yun fell silent for a moment and shook his head, not knowing of any other race that had a Saintess named Chong Yan.

However, he did provide Ye Ling with some news - the Spirit Clan had a Holy Spirit Tree that bloomed and bore fruit once every hundred thousand years, and the time for its fruiting was approaching.

The Holy Spirit Fruit, a sacred treasure of the Spirit Clan, could increase one’s cultivation by tens of thousands of years and aid in enlightenment. However, it was ineffective for those at the Void God Realm and above, only benefiting those below.

This was perfect for Ye Ling’s current situation. A single Holy Spirit Fruit could spare him centuries of arduous cultivation, allowing him to directly reach the peak of the Divine Martial Realm, and then with some time, he could break through to the Void God Realm.

Feng Yun had a slight ulterior motive in telling Ye Ling this, as he wanted Ye Ling to convey a message to the Spirit Clan. But this was a temptation Ye Ling could not refuse, and he was willing to deliver the message.

The Spirit Clan would be Ye Ling’s next destination. When the Holy Spirit Fruit ripened, many talented cultivators from various races would likely gather there, and he might even be able to gather some information about Luo Yue.

Moreover, according to the star coordinates Feng Yun provided, the Spirit Clan’s star space was not far from the location of the fourth Sword Immortal Palace secret key. After obtaining the Holy Spirit Fruit, Ye Ling could directly go seek the final secret key.

Chapter 799 The Seven Spirit Clan

The Three Dao have departed the World Spreading God Sect, going to the outer realms to seek the source of the Heavenly Dao and reshape it. This news has already spread across the starry sky, not just to the Human Clan, but to the Starry Sky Ten Thousand Clans as well.

If a new Heavenly Dao is birthed, the path of Sainthood will reopen, and the endless starry sky will once again witness the grand battles of the Sages from a hundred million years ago. Before that, attacking the Human Clan has become a secondary matter.

The alliance of the other races has ceased hostilities, and the Immortal Demon Domain has also gained a chance to recuperate and recover.

Whoosh-

In the free star space, a bird’s cry rang out. A bird engulfed in flames, resembling a phoenix, soared across the starry sky, shocking countless members of the Human Clan and other races. In one star space, a star ship came to a halt.

Ye Ling stood on the deck, gazing at the distant starry sky and feeling the approaching fiery aura, a smile appearing on his