Ye Fan breathed a mouthful of purple fire behind him, burning everything to ashes, and then followed.
Upon arriving at Purple Mountain again, with the Black Emperor leading the way, the two quickly arrived at the Stone Palace of Wu Shi.
The moment the Black Emperor stepped into the ancient hall, a silver thread swayed, appearing and disappearing in the dim light, radiating a sharp killing intent that nearly scared the Big Black Dog to death.
That oppressive aura, comparable to that of Saint King, swept across the heavens and permeated the earth's veins, like thousands of ancient Demon Mountain falling, causing one's mind to tremble.
Black Emperor screamed, nearly being thrown off balance and almost falling flat on his face; he was in a very sorry state.
Its face turned black, and it wailed, "Old Zhong, why are you setting up this killing formation here without telling me...?"
Ye Fan's body cracked as he couldn't withstand the intense pressure, forcing him to summon his bronze sword.
The ancient sword, shrouded in a ghostly light, was simple and natural. The moment it appeared, it clashed sharply with the silver thread, and the entire space froze.
The patterns on the stone wall, along with the purple-gold radiance, burst forth, transforming into clusters of orderly flames that radiated brilliant light.
In an instant, the thirty-six Dao diagrams rotated, and spatial Dao patterns and time divine marks emerged, transforming into countless raindrops of light, turning this place into a dead end.
The clouds gathered heavy, and a murderous aura soared to the sky. A sword light appeared, transforming into a purple-glowing deity, radiating an incomparably terrifying aura, as it clashed with the bronze sword...
Inside the Immortal Transformation Pool, Shi Ming, who was refining his primordial spirit, opened and closed his eyes, unleashing wisps of sword light that cleaved through the surrounding mist and cleansed the corpses.
" The Immortal Sword!"
Inside the Stone Palace of Wu Shi, both the Black Emperor and Ye Fan had retreated, unaffected by the array patterns, and could only watch as the bronze sword and the purple light god fought.
"Didn't you say you were the guardian beast of this place? You almost got me killed!"
"How come you can't even control your own bronze sword? It was this sword that triggered the stone hall's defenses!"
The two stared at each other, questioning each other, then fell silent again.
Suddenly, the purple-light deity became more agile, his figure became clearer, and the thirty-six Dao diagrams overlapped and condensed, outlining a runic body.
Having obtained Shi Ming's soul power, the purple light clone's eyes opened and closed, emanating a Chaos aura, resembling an Desolate Antiquity sage.
"Could this be an elder from your sect?"
Ye Fan transmitted his thoughts, his worry undiminished. The opponent was definitely an ancient sage-level being, terrifying beyond measure.
However, his bronze sword is even stronger; it is a celestial artifact. If it were to injure the other party, the misunderstanding would be enormous.
The Big Black Dog swallowed hard, feeling a little weak, but it didn't show it on its face. It forced itself to remain calm and nodded easily.
It had actually guessed some of it.
" Black Emperor, I have designated this place as a forbidden zone. I should now pass on the entry and exit runes to you..."
A faint voice rang out, Shi Ming's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at the Big Black Dog with a half-smile.
The Black Emperor was somewhat bewildered, but after a moment's thought, he realized what was happening and said awkwardly, "That jade slip was left behind in the spatial turbulence."
"Ah, it was that time when we crossed the Central Province and mistakenly ended up in the Western Desert!"
Ye Fan rubbed his face, speechless, thinking that this dog was really unreliable.
Seeing the familiar duo, Shi Ming smiled but didn't say anything more.
He flicked his finger, shaving off two pieces of purple stone, and then used his soul power to refine them for a moment.
Stone chips fell, and two Stone Token landed in the hands of the two men.
Having done all this, Shi Ming saw through the Black Emperor's thoughts and said with a faint smile, "You've come to ask me for something, haven't you? For Ye Fan's Starfield Path!"
After he received the Wu Shi Inheritance, he made a promise to the Black Emperor during a banquet: he would do his best to help it with something.
I never expected the Black Emperor, who preys on people he knows, would use this tactic...
The Black Emperor felt a pang of regret, but still nodded and said solemnly, "His parents are mortals, and their lifespans are numbered."
Ye Fan, standing to the side, bowed deeply and said, " Ye Fan bows his head. This junior is willing to give everything, but can only return to his hometown!"
As they spoke, pieces of top-grade divine materials appeared one after another.
Exuding a rich fragrance, the exquisitely crafted crabapple Dragon Marrow, the colorful pine nuts shimmering with five-colored light, and the translucent and dazzling Purple Marrow Divine Jade...
Various materials, even those that would tempt the Holy Lord, were displayed inside the stone hall.
But these were not enough to move the Saint!
Finally, Ye Fan took out a piece of black metal from his palm. As soon as it appeared, it triggered a dragon's roar that swept across the heavens and earth, and a deep black light radiated outwards, which could not be concealed at all.
The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold, is dazzling and shiny. The dragon pattern flows like stars, shimmering with magnificent light.
"A Source Root of Mother Qi of All Things, countless strands of Xuanhuang Qi, Divine Mark Purple Gold, Sacred Fruit, Divine Spring, the * Ascension Immortal Scripture *..."
Shi Ming reflected on the benefits he had gained from Ye Fan, his heart grew increasingly peaceful and serene, exuding an otherworldly aura. He remained unmoved by the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold before him.
He waved a purple light, helped Ye Fan up, and then stepped down, revealing his true form.
Of course, Ye Fan still didn't recognize him. His appearance had changed a lot.
Shi Ming's Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo incarnation leans more towards the Dao Embryo, and his appearance is very similar to Zixia's.
At this moment, he was dressed in a purple and gold Daoist robe, with a handsome and refined Ruyu. He had a gentle smile on his face, and was both handsome and sacred, exuding a gentle Daoist charm.
"Would you like to hear a few words of gossip?" the man in purple asked gently, his gaze deep, with a smile.
With a wave of his sleeve, a stone table appeared out of thin air in front of the three of them.
"To hear the Saint voice of a sage is an honor beyond measure for this junior!" Ye Fan, restrained and not daring to sit down, offering flattery to the Saint.
Seeing Ye Fan's fawning expression, the Big Black Dog curled its lip, feeling utterly cheated.
"How could I, the wise and mighty emperor, possibly accept such a pet!"
Black Emperor sighed, feigning misfortune, and sighed repeatedly as he looked at Ye Fan, his blood boiling, wanting to fight him.
If this Black Dog isn't disciplined for a day, it will dare to turn on its owner!
You're still the same!
Shi Ming smiled, flicked his finger, and a layer of purple mist flowed across the table, like a fleeting moment of beauty. Countless purple patterns floated, outlining three cups.
The teacup is mottled and rustic, plain and unremarkable, as if it were made of ordinary purple clay.
The next moment, a surge of Life essence rose, emitting white mist, and a little turbid spring water appeared in the cup, murky and Chaos, hazy and indistinct, as if it did not exist in this Lifetime.
"Please!"
Shi Ming gestured gently, and at the same time pushed the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold back.
The law of cause and effect dictates that what you gain today, you will surely lose tomorrow!
He didn't want to owe Ye Fan any more karma, nor did he care about this little bit of Immortal Gold.
Ye Fan hesitated slightly, then saw the Black Emperor drink it all in one gulp. A fragrant aura emanated from his body, and crimson blood energy rose from his head, transforming into a True Phoenix. It flapped its wings in the Void, its bright red color radiating a fragrance that was intoxicating.
With anticipation, the young man also drank the murky tea.
In an instant, Ye Fan's mind was shaken, and it seemed as if billions of swords were ringing in his ears, clanging and deafening, as if they wanted to split the sky, destroy the Great Dao, change the world, and annihilate everything.
The crystalline divine blood stained the vast expanse, with countless Dao patterns and layers of radiant light. Countless cultivators roared, each one Saint Realm figure who had traversed the starry sky.
The divine sun soared, the blue light swirled, the universe collapsed, and all living beings shed blood—this was a terrifying divine war!
Then a black hole swallowed everything, blood rained down, a desolate scene, burying some broken bones...
After an unknown amount of time, a towering figure with white hair and beard appeared. He looked up at the sky and roared, exuding sorrow, before disappearing into the starry sky.
"They're all gone, you've all left me..."
The old man smiled bitterly, facing the high sky. His aged face was filled with bitterness and pain. His figure seemed Eternal, bathed in the blood-red afterglow.
"No!"
Ye Fan woke up with a start, his face pale, his Divine Capital trembling, lost in a sorrowful atmosphere.
Those scenes made him feel like he was weeping, as if he had lost someone important.
"Is this my future? What use is achieving the Great Perfection of the Sacred Body if this is the future I'm destined for!"
Ye Fan's eyes welled with tears, his heart aching, unable to accept it all.
The aroma of tea lingered, carrying wisps of ethereal mist. In the Void, dream-path patterns peeled away and dissipated, turning into ashes.
What did you dream about?
Shi Ming stroked the teacup and said softly.
"The heavens were annihilated, a divine war broke out, countless cultivators perished, leaving only a grieving old man..." Ye Fan was in a daze, completely immersed in grief, unable to extricate himself.
Upon hearing this, Shi Ming raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, then shook his head inwardly, roughly guessing the other person's dream.
The statement that he's the only one left can't be true!
Putting everything else aside, the one from the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land has lived longer than anyone else, and Duan De, burdened with the karma of the Desolate Heaven Emperor, could not possibly perish.
"That dream later?" Shi Ming's thoughts stirred slightly. He flicked his sleeve, dispelling everything, and then looked intently at Ye Fan: "I need a promise from you!"
Tears welled in Ye Fan's eyes, but he still bowed and said, "As long as I can return to my hometown, I am willing to give everything!"
Shi Ming chuckled and said, "I wish to borrow the Immortal Sword, is that alright?"
"This..."
In an instant, Ye Fan was shaken, somewhat incredulous, and said haltingly, "Daoist Master... it's... it's you!"
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"My true body is not here and I cannot leave. I wish to borrow a wisp of the Dao of the Sword. Would you be willing, fellow Daoist?"
Shi Ming's expression was calm, with purple light flashing between his brows, obscuring his true appearance. He possessed an ethereal and otherworldly Daoist aura.
"I owe so much karma, how can you talk about borrowing words!" Ye Fan bowed deeply, offering the ancient bronze sword with both hands, and said sincerely.
Looking at Ye Fan kneeling in worship, Shi Ming's eyes flickered slightly, he shook his head, and said nothing more.
He reached out and grabbed, Wu Shi Stone Palace erupted with millions of strands of purple light, as dazzling as clusters of starry rivers. The immortal Immortal Qi surged, drawing countless astonishing and bizarre lines that tore through the Void and slashed forward.
"Buzz!"
The sword rang out, time flowed, and the years transformed into tangible matter, distorting everything and weaving together into a purple sword talisman.
"This talisman contains a trace of my time law; it can annihilate even the Severing the Dao and strike down Ancient Saint!" Shi Ming murmured, his voice calm and gentle, carrying an ancient and rustic quality that permeated the surroundings.