The Yao Guang Holy Maiden let out a sharp cry. Her delicate, crystalline ear, clamped between those snow-white teeth, brought not only pain but also such intense shame and indignation that her divine sense instantly destabilized, and the radiance between her brows dimmed somewhat.
Ye Fan’s divine sense was like a sword, transforming into a golden beam of light that slashed toward the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s sea of consciousness, while at the same time forcefully suppressing her physical body, preventing her from throwing him off.
“Hiss!”
Between the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s brows, a diamond-shaped seal appeared, blooming like a celestial flower breaking through the water’s surface, shooting out rays of auspicious light that intercepted the golden beam.
This gave Ye Fan pause. The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s divine sense was this powerful — it truly exceeded his expectations, not much inferior to his own.
He concentrated his spirit, driving the power of his sea of consciousness. The golden lake rippled and surged, a golden power flowing out continuously — like water in waves — condensing into swords in the void and rushing at that diamond-shaped seal.
The two were entangled in each other’s limbs, able to feel the warmth of the other’s body. Below, the Yao Guang Holy Maiden was like warm jade — her soft, slender heavenly form continually bloomed with rosy light, and several times nearly sent Ye Fan flying.
In divine sense power, Ye Fan held the advantage. Though the Yao Guang Holy Maiden was formidable, she could not match him. That golden lake was profound and unfathomable as an abyss, ceaselessly pouring out spiritual power — beginning as a trickle, then becoming a mighty river in flood.
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s face had gone pale. Shock was written across her beautiful countenance. The diamond-shaped seal at her forehead was gradually fading — slowly being suppressed.
In this moment, she decided to gamble on a desperate move. She slightly drew back her focus, letting the divine power within her boil over. A deity rushed forth from her Dao Palace, preparing to attack and kill Ye Fan.
The momentary distraction made her even more disadvantaged on the divine sense battlefield — she was nearly attacked directly into her sea of consciousness, and her body shuddered.
The golden beam advanced rapidly. The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s mind and spirit shook together. She let out a soft cry, and within her sea of consciousness, colored light flowed — the diamond-shaped seal blazed with radiance once more.
At the same time, the deity that had erupted from the Dao Palace manifested in complete clarity. She stepped forward, her entire body covered in silver metal armor, glittering and dazzling — making her feel like a goddess descended upon the mortal world.
Black silken hair, a complexion like ice and snow — set against the silver armor, she possessed an indescribable quality: the bewitchment of a demoness and the sanctity of a divine maiden existing simultaneously. The two different qualities merged together, and depending on the angle from which one looked, one received a different impression altogether.
She was identical in appearance to the Yao Guang Holy Maiden — yet at this moment she seemed somewhat dazed. Her eyes were beautiful, but lacked a certain spirit.
Indeed — the true Yao Guang Holy Maiden was in combat with Ye Fan. The deity that her Dao Palace had materialized had no spiritual consciousness directing it, and so it simply stood there in stillness.
“Strike!”
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden cried out in a low voice, taking a desperate gamble — forcibly splitting off a thread of spiritual consciousness to enter and command the deity. In this instant, Ye Fan’s divine sense blazed up like fire and surged forward in a torrent, directly causing that diamond-shaped seal to dim.
In a brief flash of an instant, he pressed to the very gates of the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s sea of consciousness — on the verge of breaking in.
At the very same moment, that deity’s black hair billowed, the silver armor blazed with radiance, and her peerlessly beautiful face suddenly came alive — light and spirit overflowing from her eyes.
Yet her movements were still somewhat mechanical, her body’s full potential not yet awakened.
“Clang!”
She drew the divine sword hanging at her slender waist, holding it in hand — brilliant as a pool of clear autumn water. She raised it high above her head, like a goddess descended upon the mortal world, seeming to slay demons and exorcise evil, radiating a sacred and pure glory.
“Hiss!”
The deity swung her sword downward, cleaving heavily at Ye Fan — intending to cut him in two at the waist.
At the same instant, Ye Fan’s divine sense finally broke into the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s sea of consciousness, casting in flickers of golden light.
Both were utterly resolute. The Yao Guang Holy Maiden wanted to shatter his physical body — to kill his form and thereby annihilate him. Ye Fan wanted to shatter her sea of consciousness — to obliterate her divine sense and crush her soul — thereby exterminating her.
“Clang!”
That divine sword, blazing with brilliant light in all directions, descended with bone-chilling cold.
Ye Fan’s senses were razor-sharp. He grabbed the Yao Guang Holy Maiden and rolled swiftly — that one sword strike split a crack in the fragrant grass ten meters deep.
One could imagine how terrifying that strike was. Had it landed on his body, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
He clamped his teeth onto the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s crystalline ear and refused to release it. The two of them tangled together, rolling out more than ten meters away.
The one saving grace was that this deity’s movements were sluggish — with only a single thread of spiritual consciousness directing it, it could not display its full divine power.
“Ah…” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden cried out. Her sea of consciousness had been breached, and the golden beam poured in like a flooding river — driving forward without pause.
Ye Fan drove his strongest spiritual power, seeking to shatter the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s spiritual consciousness and render the deity outside an unrooted flower.
This was a sacred, pure world of the sea of consciousness — clouds and mist rolled and tumbled, and the Yao Guang Holy Maiden stood in the distance, poised with dignity and grace.
Within this world of the mind, time seemed to stand still, with no sense of passage. The Yao Guang Holy Maiden forced herself to appear calm: “To think your divine sense is this powerful…”
Ye Fan had no time to waste — outside, there was still a killing deity. He charged forward directly.
“Little Brother Ye, you cannot kill me.” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s expression turned ice-cold. She retreated swiftly, appearing in the high sky of the mind-sea world.
The golden beam shot skyward, closing in step by step, arriving before her in an instant.
“I always thought my divine sense was my most powerful killing weapon — I never imagined that your sea of consciousness would be even more fearsome than mine.” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden spoke as she fled.
Ye Fan did not answer. His golden divine sense transformed into a great hand and struck out with a resounding crack.
“Pfft!”
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s heavenly form flickered and blurred momentarily — she had sustained damage. Her speed increased, and she dove directly into the depths of the mind-sea.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
The golden beam transformed into hundreds of sword-lights, shooting out like a meteor shower — seeking to shatter the Yao Guang Holy Maiden completely.
“Hiss!”
At that moment, the peerlessly beautiful silhouette disappeared into the depths of the clouds. At the same instant, Ye Fan felt a sudden wave of danger.
Above the mind-sea, misty clouds drifted. A colossal palace materialized from within them, pressing down upon him with an overwhelming momentum — vast as a stellar domain, impossible to resist.
“What is this?” Ye Fan was greatly shocked. His opponent clearly did not have divine sense as powerful as his — so how could she drive forth something this terrifyingly powerful?
The soft laughter of the Yao Guang Holy Maiden came. She stood within that great palace, like a celestial immortal of the jade pool — her robes fluttering, her grace unmatched. Around her, clouds and mist swirled.
“Little Brother Ye, however cunning you may be, today you will meet a bitter end. Rest assured — I will give you a proper burial.”
Ye Fan retreated with all his might, but found that he could not escape this space. The colossal palace had completely sealed this area.
“Why is this happening?” He was genuinely astonished: “How can you have a palace within your sea of consciousness?”
The palace in the heavens was like the Guanghan Palace of the moon — enveloped in moonlight, hazy and indistinct, profoundly ethereal — setting the Yao Guang Holy Maiden in relief as transcendent and otherworldly, beautiful beyond all reckoning.
“This is a secret treasure I obtained in my youth from an abandoned ancient cave within the Yao Guang Holy Land — it is called the ‘Moon Palace.’ As for what level of power it possesses, even I cannot fully measure it.” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s form materialized from her divine sense, indistinguishable from the real person — complexion like snow, cheeks so tender and delicate they seemed to glow. “From the moment I obtained it, it sank into my brow. Over more than a decade, it tempered my divine sense to an extraordinarily powerful state. I had not imagined that today, meeting you, my divine sense would actually be suppressed in return — it truly astonishes me.”
“The Moon Palace… settled at your brow, it can temper your divine sense?” Ye Fan’s heart was filled with shock. This was absolutely a priceless treasure.
“So you see, your death is not without cause — let me see you on your way, Little Brother Ye.” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden shimmered with sacred, pure radiance, yet when she smiled, she radiated ten thousand charms — the very definition of a rare beauty.
The Moon Palace truly was like the Guanghan Palace. Moonlight like flowing water pervaded everything around it as it pressed slowly downward — everything beneath was about to cease to exist. Ye Fan’s divine sense flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of crumbling at any moment.
“Wait,” Ye Fan called out loudly: “I say — beautiful woman of the Yao Guang Holy Land — I still don’t even know your name…”
“Yao Xi!” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden parted her red lips and spoke those two words — but did not pause. That massive Moon Palace came pressing heavily downward.
Within this divine sense space, time was eternal — one could not feel its passage at all. Ye Fan’s heart was full of shock. He suspected all of this was being caused by the Moon Palace.
He exerted every last ounce of strength and surged outward.
In the outside world, the golden lake between his brows dimmed in an instant — and then transformed into a blazing golden sun that burst forth.
“Hiss!”
It dove directly into Yao Xi’s brow, and the divine sense space shuddered violently.
“Crack!”
The sealed space was torn apart. Ye Fan’s two streams of divine sense merged into one. He evaded the Moon Palace pressing down from above and appeared in the distant sky.
The Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s brows furrowed tightly — so close to success, yet failure at the last moment. She was deeply unwilling to accept it.
Ye Fan stopped in the distant sky and did not immediately retreat. He suddenly burst into laughter: “I understand it now. That Moon Palace can only drift upward and downward, sealing the area immediately around it — you can’t bring it out. No wonder you had to lure me there.”
“Even so — what can you do?” Yao Xi laughed coldly, appearing composed and calm: “My divine sense has entered the Moon Palace. There is nothing you can do to me.”
“That is true.” Ye Fan gave a nod, then burst into laughter: “Then I’ll seal your divine sense in there, and split off a thread of my own to go and exchange vows with you in marriage. Let’s see if you can stay calm.”
“You…” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden could no longer maintain her composure.
“Off I go.” Ye Fan laughed freely, splitting off a thread of his spiritual consciousness and sending it out like a flying arrow: “To the bridal chamber!”
The Moon Palace was settled at Yao Xi’s brow, where time was nearly frozen. When Ye Fan burst out, only a single instant had passed in the outside world.
That thread of spiritual consciousness returned to his brow. His physical body instantly regained sensation. Right now, he was still biting that delicate and beautiful ear. A fragrance like orchid and musk filled his senses.
“Hiss!”
Not far away, the deity came charging again with sword raised.
Ye Fan leaped quickly to his feet, sweeping the Yao Guang Holy Maiden back with him as he retreated. The deity’s movements were sluggish, yet still posed a considerable threat.
At this moment, he had sealed the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s divine sense within her brow, preventing her spiritual consciousness from breaking out. Though this soft heavenly form pulsed with surging divine power, it could no longer pose any threat to him.
“Yao Guang Holy Maiden — if you don’t come out, we’re about to enter the bridal chamber right now.” Ye Fan laughed loudly.
His divine power was sealed, but his physical body remained tremendously powerful. He ran swiftly as the wind, and the deity behind him could not catch up.
“Crack!”
Ye Fan threw out a powerful punch, striking the body he held — yet he found he could not shatter it.
A star-chart appeared on the Yao Guang Holy Maiden’s body, like the battle-garment of a deity — flowing with mysterious radiance, blocking his fist-force.
He was greatly shocked, and felt more strongly than ever that this woman was far from simple.
“Boom!”
Divine radiance blazed from Yao Xi’s brow. She forced out all her strength in one desperate assault, not wanting to be trapped inside. She was truly afraid of what Ye Fan might do.
Though her spiritual consciousness could not fully break out, she could sense everything happening outside. A few wisps of divine sense-power seeped into her body, and she immediately cried out: “What are you doing?!”
“Taking your measurements…” Ye Fan laughed freely.
“Scoundrel!”
Ye Fan held the Yao Guang Holy Maiden in his arms, moving at great speed. The deity behind them was slow-moving and was quickly left behind.
One of his arms encircled Yao Xi’s slender waist, feeling that delicate softness. His other hand moved freely as he continued his commentary: “Seeing how light and slender your form is, so gracefully proportioned, who would have thought you’d be so amply blessed in certain areas…”
“You…” The Yao Guang Holy Maiden nearly fainted from sheer rage.
“Where things should be full, they are full. Where things should be slender, they are slender. One cannot help but marvel. If you were thrown into a crowd, I imagine many men would lose their minds over you…”
Ye Fan bit down on her earlobe: “If you want to deal with me, be ready to pay the price.”
Yao Xi’s jade body shimmered with a soft glow — supple and captivating, fragrant as an orchid, her slender graceful neck white as jade, sparkling with a faint luster. Her hair drifted across Ye Fan’s face like a spring breeze.
“Ye Fan, I’m going to kill you!”
“I’ll give you two choices: first, let me take control of your divine sense; second, enter the bridal chamber right now.” With one arm encircling her slender waist and the other hand moving freely, Ye Fan laughed: “Make your decision.”