122: Chapter 122 Throughout history, the Ancient Sacred Body has always fought to the very last moment.

Inside the luxurious jade carriage, Chu Chen was savoring tea brewed with an enlightenment leaf.

As for the Solar Holy Emperor, Chu Chen did have some understanding of him.

He was a Demon Great Emperor from forty thousand years ago, and now he had become a member of the forbidden zone, one of the masterminds behind the Dark Turmoil.

"Master... Master...!!"

Suddenly, Chen Shishi's voice rang out from outside the jade carriage.

In the next instant, Chu Chen's figure vanished from within the jade carriage, and when he reappeared, he was already before Chen Shishi.

Chu Chen looked at Chen Shishi; the girl's complexion was poor, and her eyes were brimming with tears.

"What's wrong?" Chu Chen asked calmly, his brows slightly raised.

"Master, my brother... his spirit jade pendant has shattered...!!"

With that, Chen Shishi took out a green jade pendant, its surface etched with flowing patterns, from her bosom.

"Master... my brother and I each have one of these spirit jade pendants; we can use them to contact each other...!!"

Chen Shishi gripped the spirit jade pendant tightly in her hand, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke.

This small jade pendant carried the deep emotional bond between her and her brother.

Now, however, it filled her with unprecedented fear and helplessness.

"My brother promised me that he would never be separated from his spirit jade pendant, no matter what, but now... I can sense that my brother's spirit jade pendant has shattered...!!"

Chen Shishi's eyes were filled with despair, and tears rolled down like a bursting levee.

The shattering of the spirit jade pendant meant that her brother might have met with misfortune; at the mere thought of this, Chen Shishi's heart felt as if it were being twisted by a knife.

"Master, I beg you, please, can you save my brother?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Chen roughly guessed what was going on.

Chen An had once said that the people from the Book Pavilion wanted to eliminate Chen Shishi.

Now, Chen Shishi had gone out with Chen An, but only Chen An had returned.

It was likely that the Book Pavilion hadn't found Chen Shishi, so they had made a move against Chen An.

"You don't need to worry; those people won't kill your brother before they find you."

As Chu Chen's voice fell, the Immortal Elder and Dao Yuanzi appeared by his side.

"You two follow her and ensure her safety."

"Yes, Lord Demon Master."

Seeing this, a look of gratitude appeared in Chen Shishi's eyes.

"This disciple thanks you, Master...!!"

"Hm." Chu Chen nodded, and then his figure vanished from before Chen Shishi.

After all, Chu Chen still needed to protect Chen Shishi well, otherwise, if any accidents happened midway, he wouldn't be able to get the system reward.

He also needed to speed up his own pace; the Supremes in the forbidden zones were now gradually beginning to awaken.

Since breaking through to the Saint realm, he could sense the power of the Great Dao more clearly.

The Imperial Throne was about to manifest!!

In this era, someone would attain the Dao and become a Great Emperor, and he would definitely go to contend for the Imperial Throne.

Chu Chen knew that once the Imperial Throne manifested,

many old monsters who had lived for countless years would emerge one after another to fight for it.

"Boom."

From the endless horizon, an incomparably powerful force of golden blood energy spread across the universe.

Chu Chen felt this aura, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This was someone attaining the Dao as a Quasi-Emperor...!!

——No-Man's Land

The land of the Other Shore.

At this moment, a young man with sword-like brows and star-like eyes glared at the people surrounding him, spitting out a mouthful of golden blood.

The people surrounding the young man spoke mockingly.

"Ye Fan, oh Ye Fan... you really almost scared us to death!!"

"Breaking through to Quasi-Emperor in the middle of a battle; you really almost succeeded."

"However, today is destined to be your burial ground."

"Cut the crap, come and fight!!" The young man's voice resounded through the nine heavens, and the violent blood energy within his body was boiling.

"Hmph!"

"You failed to break through to Quasi-Emperor and have already suffered heavy injuries; even if you are the Ancient Desolate Holy Body, you cannot possibly maintain your original combat power."

As these words fell, the aura around the speaker erupted, and the might of a Quasi-Emperor swept across this heaven and earth.

"Everyone, let us attack together, finish him off first, and then split that treasure, how about it?"

"Good!! We shall follow Brother Jin's words." These people all spoke in agreement.

Immediately after, terrifying auras shot straight into the firmament.

"Everyone, be careful; the Ancient Desolate Holy Body is one of the strongest physiques, even if heavily injured, its combat power cannot be underestimated."

"Heh... a burial ground? I, Ye Fan, at the ninth level of the Saint realm, can fight against several of you Quasi-Emperors."

"Today, even if I die, none of you will escape."

In the next instant, a powerful, extreme golden blood energy suddenly erupted from Ye Fan's body!

This power was like a surging torrent, instantly sweeping across the entire space!

Under the augmentation of this blood energy, Ye Fan's body became like a War God descending upon the world.

His whole body radiated dazzling light, as if he were a giant, rising sun.

Carrying incomparable majesty and momentum, he charged straight at the few Quasi-Emperors before him!

This strike contained Ye Fan's endless fury and killing intent, its terrifying power leaving people speechless.

"Noisy. A heavily injured Ancient Desolate Holy Body, do you really think you can still stir up any trouble?"

"Boom."

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking loud noise, Ye Fan clashed with these few Quasi-Emperors.

The terrifying power shook the universe, attracting the attention of many old antiques within the Nine Provinces.

"Bang."

Space shattered, and Ye Fan's body smashed heavily into the earth.

"Hahaha!! Sure enough, he suffered extremely heavy injuries while breaking through to Quasi-Emperor; now taking his life is as easy as turning over one's hand."

These few Quasi-Emperors laughed wantonly.

However, just when they thought the outcome was decided,

an unexpected scene occurred—Ye Fan's body, which had originally fallen, actually stood up once again!

He was covered in hideous and terrifying cracks, as if he might crumble at any moment.

Golden blood flowed continuously from these cracks, dyeing the ground into an expanse of gold.

Facing such a desperate situation, Ye Fan not only showed no intention of retreating, but instead raised his head and let out an angry roar: "Fight!!"

This roar was like a thunderclap, deafening.

At the same time, an incomparable, peerless fighting spirit surged out from Ye Fan's body, shooting straight into the clouds!

Seeing this, the leading Quasi-Emperor said in shock: "As expected of the Ancient Desolate Holy Body; throughout the ages, the Ancient Desolate Holy Body has always fought until the very last moment."

"This Emperor has to admit, if you had been allowed to break through to Quasi-Emperor, perhaps we would all have been annihilated by you here."

"However, it is a pity that this Emperor holds the advantage, so you will definitely die today."

The leading Quasi-Emperor's voice was incomparably ruthless.

In the next instant, countless cyan immortal swords radiating Imperial might manifested above the firmament, their sword qi cutting through the void.

They charged toward Ye Fan.

"Boom." Countless immortal swords struck Ye Fan's body, and layers of flesh were being shaved off bit by bit by the countless immortal swords!!

Even so, Ye Fan's eyes did not blink from beginning to end; facing these countless terrifying immortal swords, he charged toward the Quasi-Emperor.