Shrouding the Heavens

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 comparable 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 commanding 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 overcome 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.