Chapter 1493: Chapter 1493: The Mystery of the Myriad Clans Continent

Ye Feng stood on a gigantic rock.

The star beneath his feet was desolate and bleak, as ancient as the place suppressing Venerable Lu Xia.

At the north pole of this planet, a dark gold pyramid stood, with a base over ten thousand meters long and a height reaching eight thousand meters.

At the top of the pyramid.

There stood an imposing stone stele.

On it were four large characters: "Spirit of the Myriad Clans."

Ye Feng stood before the stone stele, gently stroking these words, feeling a bloodthirsty aura that seemed ready to devour his power.

"Something’s strange!"

Ye Feng frowned.

He quickly withdrew his hand, carefully examining the stone stele, pushing his vision to its limits.

[Name: Myriad Spirit Stele]

[Grade: Thirty-third Layer Immortal Emperor]

[Description: A top-grade supreme treasure forged by fusing the Spirit of the Myriad Clans, containing the origin of the Myriad Clans. Through this item, the glory of the Myriad Clans can be reforged, used to control the Myriad Clans, and devour their power.]

[Note: Created by a mysterious person]

"So, the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans was able to be reborn using this Myriad Spirit Stele, but who crafted this stone stele?"

"The Myriad Spirit Stele is at the level of a Thirty-third Layer Immortal Emperor, which means the creator of this stone stele is at least a Thirty-third Layer Immortal Emperor, or even stronger."

Ye Feng’s expression was grave.

The Myriad Spirit Stele has existed for unknown tens of thousands of years; if its creator is still alive, their cultivation level must be very strong now.

"Now is the Gold era of the Three Realms; breaking through realms is easy, so Immortal Emperors are gradually becoming worthless, but tens of thousands of years ago, breaking through to an Immortal Emperor was extremely difficult, a rarity among billions."

"Those who could break through to Immortal Emperor at that time, if they could survive until now, would surely have advanced quickly."

"Such people are terrifying!"

Ye Feng’s face was solemn.

Take Annihilation Immortal Emperor for example: a million years ago, he was already a Ninth Layer Immortal Emperor, and despite being trapped for a million years, he continued to comprehend laws.

After overcoming the ordeal, he rapidly advanced beyond a Thirtieth Layer Immortal Emperor.

Soon, he might break through to a Thirty-third Layer.

Or even, a Thirty-fourth Layer!

This is called accumulating power for a swift rise.

Such old relics are often the most dangerous.

Ye Feng reached out and pressed the Myriad Spirit Stele, forcibly deducing its internal laws. Though it was a Thirty-third Layer Immortal Emperor-level divine weapon, it was no match for Ye Feng and was quickly suppressed.

"Roar!"

Countless roars emanated from the Myriad Spirit Stele, and soon, many figures of the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans appeared in the nearby void, glaring at Ye Feng with anger.

"Ye Feng, you deserve to die!"

"Even our origin stele is not spared, you are so ruthless!"

"Ye Feng, why aren’t you dead yet?"

The projections of the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans shouted continuously.

"You are the ones who deserve to die." Ye Feng waved his sleeve, shattering all these projections, refining them into myriad laws, all merging into the Small Universe to stabilize it.

Crunch!

As the origin laws of the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans were devoured, the Myriad Spirit Stele finally shattered, turning into a pile of powder that scattered in the wind at the top of the massive pyramid.

Suddenly, there was a clatter.

Ye Feng looked down to find that something had fallen to the ground from inside the Myriad Spirit Stele—it was a doll carved from crystal, half a foot tall, with a blurred visage.

"What is this?"

Ye Feng picked up the doll and found that its originally blurred features immediately became identical to his own.

Before Ye Feng could figure out what was happening, the doll suddenly shattered, transforming into countless lights that penetrated his body, cursing him.

His body began to disintegrate!

"What a powerful curse."

Ye Feng’s body trembled; he directly self-destructed and reformed a new body, only to find that the curse appeared again on his surface, causing disintegration.

He had to repeatedly reform his body.

After hundreds of iterations, the curse finally dissipated, allowing Ye Feng to successfully reassemble his body.

Only then did he have time to analyze the situation.

"This puppet was left by the mysterious creator of the Myriad Spirit Stele. Whoever eradicates the Myriad Clans will be cursed, and the curse’s intensity is extremely terrifying."

Ye Feng frowned slightly.

This curse was bizarre; even a Thirty-fourth Layer or higher Immortal Emperor, if entangled, couldn’t escape it, would exacerbate their own decline, and ultimately perish.

"This curse could kill even a Sixtieth Layer Immortal Emperor. Luckily, I resolved it."

Ye Feng muttered in relief.

Then, he looked around.

At the top of the pyramid, there were already numerous sand-like residues scattered, all from Ye Feng’s body’s disintegration, filled with a terrifying aura.

"I almost forgot, I can absorb curses!"

Ye Feng smacked his forehead.

Then, he devoured and refined the nearby sand containing the Power of Curse, transforming it into curse laws, strengthening the Small Universe. The previously consumed power was fully restored, returning Ye Feng to peak condition.

It was not until this moment that he had time for analysis.

"This doll was left by the mysterious creator of the Myriad Spirit Stele. Whoever eradicates the Myriad Clans will be cursed, and the curse’s intensity is terrifying."

Ye Feng silently frowned.

This curse is strange; even a Thirty-fourth Layer or higher Immortal Emperor couldn’t escape it; their own decline would accelerate, leading to their demise.

"This curse could kill even a Sixtieth Layer Immortal Emperor. Fortunately, I dissolved it."

Ye Feng secretly rejoiced.

At this point, he looked at the pyramid’s top, blowing away the sand with a storm, revealing a panel stone resembling a skylight, which, when moved, revealed a passage.

Realizing his thoughts, Ye Feng slipped in.

The inside of the pyramid was divided into many secret chambers, filled with many skeletal remains, some dissected, others shattered, laid on dusty stone altars.

It seemed as though someone was researching these remains, sending chills down Ye Feng’s spine.

"All of the skeletons belong to the Myriad Clans."

"Someone researched them, deducing the method to create the Myriad Spirit Stele, successfully creating it, while embedding a Cursed Puppet within it."

Ye Feng silently thought.

Through investigation, he understood the situation.

A mysterious person created this pyramid and developed countless secret chambers inside, storing the remains of powerful warriors of the Myriad Clans for research.

After creating the Myriad Spirit Stele, this person then created the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, allowing the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans to surface once more.

As the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans grew stronger, they would be harvested by this mysterious person, becoming the stepping stones for this person’s progress.

"This person is terrifying."

"They were a Thirty-third Layer Immortal Emperor many years ago; today, they might have reached Forty, Fifty, or even Sixty or Seventy layers."

"Eighty layers or more, the likelihood is low."

"Cultivators who can break through to that level rarely hide their aura; they’d be detected by protectors like Lei Wudao, Heavenly Emperor Lingtian, Heavenly Venerable Lu, Necromancy Monarch, and Venerable Shalu, who are of the same level of strength."

Ye Feng murmured to himself.

He continued deeper into the pyramid, discovering new secret chambers which contained not the skeletons of the Myriad Clans, but other races.

Human Race, Demon Race, Demon Race...

All major races were present.

Each skeleton was dismembered, their origin extracted, but their bodies became fossils, imperishable even after countless years.

"What exactly is this person doing?"

"Wait!"

At that moment, he reached the deepest part of the secret chamber.

A large hall lay there.

The interior was brightened by blazing torches, murals adorned the walls from end to end, with five stone platforms standing in the center, each holding a skeleton long-turned into a fossil.

"What’s this now?"

The first mural depicted a wisp of smoke drifting into the ancient corpse of a demon, causing a metamorphosis, as a strange being emerged from within.

"Could it be possession and mutation?"

Ye Feng pondered over this phrase.

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