Grasping the Evil-Chapter 935: Battle of the Ancient Barbarian Tomb
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In the beginning, a pervasive fragrance filled the air, light and delicate like flowing water, yet carrying a hint of enticing sweetness.
Then, inexplicably, a rain of petals began to fall from the sky, the pink and white petals fluttering down with a kind of wandering beauty.
The Eye Orb Monster’s breathing suddenly grew heavy, though it’s unclear what organ it used to breathe.
"Fourth Generation Barbarian God Xi Zihua, the most beautiful deity in the history of the Ancient Barbarian Realm! I didn’t think I’d see this legendary beauty, truly, truly wonderful!"
Amidst the excited cheers of the Eye Orb Monster, the shadow of an ancient city began to slowly appear in the sky.
It was a city in extreme disrepair, engulfed in flames of war, with long streets littered with bones.
In the center of the city stood an ancient palace, collapsing bit by bit in the flames.
Above the palace, a great light began to emerge, and within that light, the shadow of a woman dressed in a light pink gauze slowly appeared.
She descended outside the palace, standing beneath a cherry blossom tree, silently watching the palace crumble in the flames of war.
Beneath the gauze, her enchanting curves were faintly visible. She raised her fair wrist, her slender hand contrasting starkly with the surrounding combat burns.
She gently brushed back her hair, her actions imbued with an indescribable charm, yet also an indescribable sorrow.
Her appearance was beautiful, like a painting aging silently with time. Yet, in her eyes, dark as black gemstones, there was an indescribable desolation.
Desolation that only one who has lost a kingdom could possess.
Her chest was pierced by a sword stained with rusty blood, from which fresh blood continued to flow.
The blood sullied her previously pristine appearance, yet added a poignant beauty to her being.
She was a shadow of the mountain and sea left behind by the Fourth Generation Barbarian God, whose body had long since perished...
The flames of war, the fallen palace, the broken sword, the flowing blood—these were the scenes of her final moments before death...
Ning Fan leapt into the lake bottom, the immortal power within the waters immediately flowing into his body, preparing for the approaching Eighth Calamity.
The phenomena outside did not escape Ning Fan’s spirit sense. The Fourth Generation Barbarian God was indeed beautiful, but to say she was dazzling enough to make the heavens lose color and the sun and moon grow dim would be an exaggeration.
Yet, the sorrow and pain surrounding her were profoundly moving.
"With curves in all the right places, indeed... indeed the most preferred beauty! Hahaha, if I could see this woman just once, I wouldn’t regret dying at this moment! Hehehe..." The Eye Orb Monster, in a lovestruck frenzy, foolishly stared at the sky, drooling, oblivious to everything happening outside.
He had been completely entranced, mesmerized by the beauty of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God, deeply captivated, unable to extricate himself.
It wasn’t just the Eye Orb Monster; even Ning Fan in the lake began to feel an inescapable sensation, as if his gaze was suddenly startled.
What made Ning Fan feel unable to resist was not the woman’s beauty, but a nearly outrageous power of allure.
The Fourth Generation Barbarian God was actually practicing the Dao of Charm! Her beauty might not be able to disturb Ning Fan’s spirit sense, but the allure she cultivated was enough to cause most men in the world to lose their rationality.
Even the rules of the Great Dao seemed willing to bow down to her skirt hem, their flow shifting, forming a faintly discernible ring shadow behind her.
Like the Ring of the Initial Saint!
The Fourth Generation Barbarian God was not an Initial Saint, but her bewitching technique was so powerful that it could charm the Great Dao, bending the rules to create a Ring of the Initial Saint for her, even if she wasn’t an Initial Saint...
"In the world, there’s actually someone who can cultivate bewitching techniques to such an extent, to the point of charming even the Great Dao!"
Ning Fan was secretly shocked, the cooling power from the Yin Yang Locket in his dantian ensuring that he didn’t sink into the endless allure of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God.
Were he not the inheritor of the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor, possessing the Yin Yang Locket, he might have drooled and foolishly smiled at this woman like the Eye Orb Monster, and might have sunk, just as the Great Dao did, before her.
That there existed such a charming cultivator in the world was truly terrifying.
"Since the fall of the Barbarian Kingdom, few have managed to pass the Eighth Calamity..."
The voice of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God was pleasant, with a delicate, sweet fragrance, yet her tone conveyed an indelible sorrow.
Her gaze moved away from the virtual image of the war-torn palace, briefly glancing at the lake below.
At first glance, she saw the foolish Eye Orb Monster, withdrew her gaze slightly, showing a bit of disdain. Another who sank...
Throughout her life, she had seen too many men sink beneath her skirt hem. Some coveted her beauty, others were lost to her captivating arts.
Too many, too many, so many that she could only count on her fingers how many men stayed sober before her.
This eye orb monster was just among the many living beings who sank beneath her skirt, not worth mentioning.
She moved her gaze from the Eye Orb Monster, and then towards the lake, her gaze with a hint of sorrow, yet sharper than any flying sword, easily piercing the ink-black lake water to see Ning Fan at the bottom.
Her gaze was initially very clear, like a stream formed after the ice and snow thawed in early spring. But upon discovering Ning Fan was without desire, a slight ripple appeared, and a rare smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
"You surprise me, for you did not sink before me like the other men. Are you the one striving to pass the Eighth Calamity? You are remarkable."
For the first time in countless years, the Fourth Generation Barbarian God praised someone, but as she sensed the chaotic bloodline within Ning Fan, she immediately furrowed her elegant brows, her expression returning to cool indifference.
"You, are not a Barbarian, you are a Taicang Calamity Spirit!"
The gaze of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God grew colder, and with it, the temperature of the entire world plummeted.
Ning Fan felt an inexplicable chill on his back, and under this woman’s scrutiny, he felt as if he were naked, with no secrets hidden from this woman before him.
Before, the Eye Orb Monster could see through everything about him. But Tagu couldn’t do that, even though Tagu was a Seventh Generation Barbarian God.
This woman, however, like the Eye Orb Monster, saw through everything about him, and she was stronger than Tagu.
"Were you not a Taicang Calamity Spirit, I might show mercy. Now, I will not hold back."
Unlike Tagu, who was deferential towards the Taicang Calamity Spirits, this gentle woman made no attempt to mask her disdain for them.
She was the Fourth Generation Barbarian God; it was under her hand that the Ancient Barbarian Realm fell.
The palace shadow beneath her feet was the former capital of Barbarian, fallen in the flames of war!
The broken sword in her chest was the blade that took her life, a supreme treasure of an ancient Taicang Emperor, yet she destroyed it.
She was the last standing Barbarian God in the history of the Ancient Barbarian Realm to die standing; after her, every Barbarian God became a slave to the Taicang Calamity Spirits, like Tagu.
But she was not!
To her, the Taicang Calamity Spirits were not the main race, but enemies that destroyed her country and her people.
Enemies unto death!
"By the command of Xi Zihua, summon the Ancient Barbarian Tomb to bury this child!"
The Fourth Generation Barbarian God gently raised her delicate hand, pointing across the space at Ning Fan, and in that instant, the entire world changed!
Between the mountains and the sea appeared scenes of ancient battlefields, drowning the place where Ning Fan stood!
The illusory shadows replaced the real world!
The lake disappeared, the valley ruins vanished, and the Eye Orb Monster was gone.
Ning Fan stood alone on an ancient battlefield, behind him tribes and cities consumed by blood and fire.
On the plains before him were scattered limbs and wrecked treasures, collapsed mountains, rivers severed by a single sword, and a broken sky...
"Where is this place!"
Ning Fan closed his eyes, dismissing the illusion before him. He could feel his body still immersed in the depths of the lake, surrounded by the flowing ice-cold waters.
But his soul, his consciousness, seemed to be mingling within this mysterious space.
Is this the space formed by the divine skills of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God...
"Since you are the Taicang Calamity Spirit, you shall receive special treatment. Your Eighth Calamity will be different from others." The words of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God were filled with animosity.
Ning Fan’s heart sank slightly. The Eye Orb Monster had previously assured him that everyone’s Eighth Calamity was the same.
Nonsense, he’s receiving special treatment, and it’s likely that others’ Eighth Calamity won’t be pulled into this battlefield space.
The Eighth Calamity for ordinary people is already as hard as ascending to the heavens, and his Eighth Calamity will probably be more dangerous and difficult to overcome than for others.
This Fourth Generation Barbarian God seems to harbor deep hostility toward his Taicang Calamity Spirit bloodline...
"The Ancient Barbarian Tomb is a sacred place for the Barbarian Clan. The devastated Barbarian City and the fallen barbarians are all housed here. Where you stand is the Fourth Tomb, on the first level, and it contains nearly all Barbarian warriors who died at the hands of your Taicang Clan. To pass your Eighth Calamity, you’ll have to kill these warriors once again. Can you do it?"
The voice of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God echoed throughout the heavens and earth, and at the moment this voice resounded, corpses, whether intact or fragmented, stood up with vacant eyes.
Tens, hundreds, thousands... Countless corpses filled the entire battlefield, standing up one after another.
Among them were the corpses of First Step cultivators and Second Step cultivators, but the highest cultivation was only Fate Immortal.
The corpses of those with higher cultivation are buried on higher levels of the Barbarian Tomb.
At this moment, it seemed as if they regained life and glory. They saw Ning Fan!
Gnashing sounds came from the mouths of these barbarians who had been dead for many years.
"Taicang... Calamity Spirit..."
More and more Barbarian cultivators’ eyes turned blood-red, drowned in hatred.
Closest to Ning Fan were seven Nascent Soul barbarian cultivators who had died countless years ago, defending the Ancient Barbarian Realm.
Their corpses were housed within the Ancient Barbarian Tomb.
Their souls forever lingered between these mountains and seas.
They hated the Taicang Calamity Spirit, and now they wanted revenge! Revenge against Ning Fan, the Taicang Calamity Spirit!
Those seven Nascent Soul barbarian cultivators were utterly without reason. As soon as they approached within a thousand zhang of Ning Fan, they opted for self-destruction.
Knowing their cultivation was low, they just hoped that their act of self-destruction could somewhat injure Ning Fan.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sounds of self-destruction, enveloped in a sky of blood mist, sounded deafeningly. Following this was the storm formed by the seven Nascent Soul cultivators’ self-destruction, instantly engulfing Ning Fan.
What cultivation does Ning Fan possess? Without mentioning Calamity Blood cultivation, just talking about Magic Power cultivation, he is at the Mid Stage Enlightenment, a dignified True Immortal, so why would he fear the self-destruction of seven Nascent Soul cultivators.
However, the ambiance of the fight-to-the-death of these seven Nascent Soul cultivators moved him, further influencing the countless barbarian cultivators behind them.
"Kill the Taicang Calamity Spirit!"
Dozens more of Nascent Soul and Void Refinement barbarian cultivators rushed at Ning Fan, choosing self-destruction.
Several Void Fragmentation cultivators even leaped into the sky, transforming into giant Black-Feathered Giant Birds thousands of zhang in size, charging fiercely toward Ning Fan.
These few Void Fragmentation cultivators didn’t choose self-destruction but rather embraced the determination to battle Ning Fan.
Ning Fan’s expression was solemn. He honored those strong individuals who had faith and died for it, but this didn’t mean he would let himself be attacked without retaliation.
He could tell that the Barbarian cultivators here were individuals who had died years ago, long devoid of life. Yet, there was an extremely peculiar Dao Principle here that allowed these corpses to retain their pre-death consciousness, continuing to fight on.
That peculiar Dao Principle bore seventy to eighty percent similarity to the Immortal Dao Principle, yet it was neither one nor the other...
The people here were all dead and harbored an intense hatred toward the Taicang Calamity Spirit...
Ning Fan’s gaze contained a trace of apology, but even more determination. He summoned the Memory Severing Dao Sword toward the giant birds in the sky.
Since he stood on this battlefield, what Ning Fan could do was merely to grant them a final death.
The Memory Severing Dao Sword transformed into thousands upon thousands of sword lights, easily extinguishing those giant birds, blood splattering across the sky.
This action angered more barbarian cultivators, and more of them surged forth like a tidal wave.
First Step cultivators, numbering in the billions! Even Fate Immortals numbered in the tens of thousands!
"The Barbarian cultivators here are merely a part of the sacrificial cultivators from back then. Many more Barbarian cultivators left no remains, without even a chance for their bodies to be collected."
"They all perished at the hands of your Taicang Calamity Spirit Clan. Your clan annihilated countless clans, did you ever see the hatred in the hearts of those exterminated?"
"I am waiting for you on the seventh level of the Ancient Barbarian Tomb. If you can come up, I will give you a chance to pass the Eighth Calamity. If not, die here and use your blood to avenge my countless Barbarian cultivators."
The voice of the Fourth Generation Barbarian God drifted in the air, like the wind, elusive and hard to catch traces of.
Countless Barbarian cultivators charged at Ning Fan, either self-destructing or unleashing Divine Skills. Some of their own were caught in the self-destruction and skill aftermath, but none retreated.
Everyone’s sole intent was to kill Ning Fan, just because Ning Fan was the Taicang Calamity Spirit, the enemy that must be slain!
"Burn!"
Facing the surging waves of cultivators, Ning Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spewed a streak of black and red firelight.
In that firelight, countless runes flowed, possessing a beauty so eerie it was enchanting. Initially, it was just a streak of firelight, but once airborne, it instantly transformed into a vast sea of fire, nearly engulfing the entire heaven and earth!
As this fire burned, it emitted bursts of wind and thunder sounds, and for a moment, the heavens and earth were filled with endless rumblings!
"This is... Calamity Beast Fire! You are not of the Calamity Beast Clan, how can you possess this fire!" A voice laden with a hint of coldness came from the heavens, from the Fourth Generation Barbarian God.
The Calamity Beast Fire, unmatched in the world, has been coveted by countless fire cultivators throughout the ages who tried to seize it and devour it but all failed.
The Calamity Beast Fire, though unparalleled, also possesses another characteristic, which is its inviability to fuse with other flames.
Those fire cultivators wishing to consume the Calamity Beast Fire to enhance their own flames found it utterly unfeasible.
Yet, this Taicang Calamity Spirit achieved it, how could this be... The Fourth Generation Barbarian God was puzzled.
She naturally didn’t know that Ning Fan was the inheritor of the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor, practicing the "Yin Yang Transformation" and "Chaos Ring Art".
Of these, Yin Yang Transformation is the foundation of the Chaos Ring Art, a Cultivation Technique with mystical powers to merge divergent forces of Yin and Yang.
It can fuse even the bloodlines of gods, demons, and calamities under the power of Yin Yang Transformation, so the mere Calamity Beast Fire is naturally not beyond Ning Fan’s capability to devour and utilize.
Ning Fan’s Black Fire has already reached the level of Twelve-Flavor True Fire, and possesses the fierce offensive power of the Calamity Beast Fire.
This burning of heaven and earth results in countless First Step cultivators turned to ash by the Black Fire.
Even high-cultivation Fate Immortals could only barely withstand under this Black Fire’s assault, utterly lacking the strength to counterattack.
Tens of thousands of barbarian cultivators burned to death under the Black Fire, and upon witnessing this scene, the Fourth Generation Barbarian God knew relying on the corpses on the first level of the Ancient Barbarian Tomb couldn’t defeat Ning Fan. To continue the fight would just be futile destruction of bodies...
"Enough, consider the first level passed, proceed to the second level, let’s not destroy their bodies anymore."
The Fourth Generation Barbarian God sighed softly and compromised.
The first level couldn’t hurt Ning Fan, so only the second level could be relied upon.
As the Fourth Generation Barbarian God’s words fell, the formerly high-spirited barbarian cultivators collapsed to the ground, reverting back to corpses.
In the sky, divine light burst forth, revealing a heavenly ladder leading to the second level.
Moreover, one by one, ancient sealed wooden boxes continuously appeared in the sky...(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you’re welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
