“Hiss!” “Hiss!”…
Behind Ye Fan, eighty-one reverse-flowing waterfalls rose to the heavens — like ten thousand horses galloping, like a vast ocean pouring backward — shooting straight up into the clouds!
This was immortal light flying out from the lake waters, transformed into a cascade of divine power, standing guard behind Ye Fan to defend against the terrifying attack.
The Ascending Immortal Secret Art — an extraordinarily formidable secret technique created by the Ruthless Great Emperor specifically to counter the Nine Secrets, carrying the power of ascending immortality, transcending the extreme Dao realm of human beings.
A magnificent brilliance collided against golden vortex after golden vortex, from which waves of Buddhist chanting reverberated, as though transmitted from the most ancient of times!
This was a terrifying spectacle — three hundred and sixty-five golden vortices, each like the opening of a stellar domain, with a divine entity seated in the center of each one, slowly opening its eyes.
“Boom!”
With a violent crash, all the divine entities in each vortex interwove to produce a sheet of golden laws, and a golden ancient temple descended from the sky — golden-bodied arhats, bodhisattvas and other forms floating and sinking among it, swirling all around.
The Ascending Immortal Force united with this terrifying golden power — together they could sever the heavens and cleave the earth!
“Li Xiaoman…” Cold light flickered in Ye Fan’s eyes. He suddenly turned his head — in the distance, divine power like a deep abyss surged forward in waves.
In those earlier days, Hua Yunfei had possessed a guardian. Even the avatar of this guardian — the one eliminated by Elder Li Ruoyu — had been a terrifying half-step Grand Ability cultivator; the true body of this guardian had now finally appeared.
He was actually a sacred-master-level figure, currently channeling boundless divine power into a white-robed beautiful woman, unleashing a world-astonishing secret art.
A jet-black precious vase floated above his head, endless terrifying fluctuations emanating from it. Li Xiaoman was borrowing the power of a Grand Ability cultivator to strike — the secret art was extremely terrifying!
Ye Fan let out a cold snort. His pupils suddenly deepened like a cosmic starfield; the Golden Taiji Disc hummed across the nine heavens, slowly rotating.
At the same time, the Immortal-Sealing Six Locks deployed fully, manifesting the heaven and earth of this region — earth, fire, wind, and water revolving — wisps and threads of chaotic breath permeating, as though heaven and earth were being opened and all things newly born from primordial energy were being manifested!
Then, the nine ancient characters recorded in the Dao Scripture leaped out one after another, imprinting themselves into the void, condensing within the small world that had been carved out.
Fierce collision — soundless blazing light — submerging the shores of the Immortal Transformation Pool. Ye Fan shattered the golden ancient temple along with the Ascending Immortal Force completely.
Yet in the time spent blocking this, Wang Teng had already killed his way over — his gaze like ice swords, killing intent billowing, locked on the green copper block in Ye Fan’s hand as he came charging in for the kill.
This was a battle with no possibility of ceasing before one side’s death. In addition to Wang Teng, other Grand Ability cultivators also came rushing over. Faced with what the elders of old called the supreme treasure of the Central Province, how could those ancient relics not be stirred? There was no possibility they would let him take it away.
“Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes — Erase Form!” Pang Bo let out a great cry. A two-inch-long purple miniature sword spat forth from his mouth, crystalline and translucent, then shot out like lightning.
Ye Fan used his source arts to hook up endless immortal light, forcibly pouring it into Pang Bo’s body, granting him infinite divine power to participate in this great battle.
People could not help but be awestruck — the Source Heavenly Scripture was truly a wondrous book. In such a uniquely special immortal territory it possessed inconceivable divine profundity, astounding immortals and overawing spirits.
However, Ye Fan was also in a state of difficulty. The source arts were deployed to their fullest, consuming extraordinary mental energy. Facing so many powerful enemies, he was truly feeling overstretched.
“Ah…”
The purple miniature sword, though barely two inches and more in length and crystalline as water, was peerlessly sharp. Transforming into a purple streak of light that flew past, it cut off the heads of three half-step Grand Ability cultivators.
“Boom!”
Ye Fan and Wang Teng clashed head-on — like two war gods colliding — divine light surging in all directions, sending Grand Ability-level figures tumbling back, both of them with killing-red eyes.
“Kill…”
War cries shook the heavens. Multitudes of powerful fighters threw themselves forward one after another from all four directions. Ye Fan felt tremendous pressure — all these people were coming for the green copper in his hand; there was simply no end to them.
Moreover, among them were no small number of sacred-master-level figures. Such terrifyingly cultivated fighters posed enormous danger to him — a single strike from any one of them could shatter him to pieces.
“Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes — Spirit Wound!”
Pang Bo let out a great cry there. His eyes blazed with silver light, shooting out two silver true dragons that coiled around a three-inch-long red jade miniature spear, severing all illusions, splitting toward everyone’s fundamental origin.
“Ah…” A Grand Ability cultivator that had been lunging at Ye Fan let out a wretched cry — his brow center was split apart, a crack opening that could never close again.
Each of the Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes shook heaven and earth and made ghosts and spirits weep; this strike, drawing upon the power of the immortal light, was truly boundlessly terrifying — even a Grand Ability cultivator struck squarely by it could not endure.
“Pfft!”
A soft sound — that person’s head split open, then dissolved into a puddle of pulp, dying a violent death with no hope of resurrection whatsoever.
All around, the crowd’s hair stood on end. The gazes turned toward Pang Bo held both shock and disbelief. The Green Emperor had just died, his divine might immeasurable, yet already someone was deploying his supreme secret art.
“Boom!”
With Pang Bo’s assistance, Ye Fan crashed through the golden ancient war chariot, his body protected by the Golden Taiji Disc as he charged out, using the nine ancient characters from the Dao Scripture to seal a Grand Ability cultivator — wave upon wave of immortal light flew in from the lake.
“Ah…” A wretched cry rose. The nine characters rotated, sealing the person within a small-world cage, whereupon the person dissolved into a heap of ash.
“Let’s go!” Ye Fan shouted, taking the lead in charging down the mountain. This place absolutely could not be stayed in any longer. Though the lake waters might still contain imperial weapon fragments, the green copper was now in hand, making him the target of all — if they didn’t leave now, he would absolutely die here.
“Kill…” The killing cries were deafening as they flew forward like the wind, cutting a bloody path, charging toward the base of the mountain.
“Where do you think you’re going!” Wang Teng drove the golden ancient war chariot in pursuit behind them; other powerful fighters continuously intercepted and attacked — this was a road stained red with blood.
“Clang!” “Clang!”…
Ye Fan resisted the Northern Emperor; Pang Bo was also godlike in valor, unleashing the full Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes, united with the nine divine weapons, slaughtering in all directions.
The nine jade weapons, though all diminutive and graceful, were each king-tier divine weapons — unstoppable, absolutely impossible to block; even those of the same cultivation level had to retreat.
Ye Fan also brought out his black ancient war chariot, standing atop it, while simultaneously wielding the God-Smiting Whip in hand and the Myriad Things Maternal Qi Cauldron suspended above his head, sweeping through all powerful fighters.
This was a blood-stained road, but the powerful enemies were truly too numerous — an inexhaustible number to kill. They arrived at the base of the mountain drenched in blood from head to toe; on the road they had traveled, who could say how many corpses lay prostrate.
But the Northern Emperor was too powerful — driving the golden ancient chariot forward, he simply could not be shaken off. Moreover, some sacred-master-level powerful fighters were pursuing with intent to kill; their situation was very unfavorable.
“I’ll see where you can run to!” The Northern Emperor had absolute confidence: once they left this place, Ye Fan’s source arts would have nowhere to be deployed.
“Hum!”
Nearby, a jet-black massive iron staff came crashing down — the Monkey appeared, blazing with golden-eyed vision, gripping his supreme fierce weapon, nearly causing heaven and earth to collapse beneath the weight of it.
He swung his staff down in one mighty sweep, whipping it across the golden ancient war chariot, nearly sending Wang Teng flying off entirely, then charged in for a fierce assault.
Ye Fan’s pressure immediately eased considerably. He focused his attention on dealing with other terrifying powerful fighters, charging outward — though here they could draw on far less immortal light.
“Swoosh!”
Suddenly, a purple rosy cloud flew out from the nearby ten-thousand-year-old dragon cave — a small snake came charging out, barely a foot long, agile and crystalline, with a great group of powerful senior figures in pursuit behind it.
Another creature born from the mother plant of the Phantasmal-grade Divine Marrow!
This was a priceless immortal treasure. Eyes among a group of elder-generation figures went red all at once; every single one of them gave chase, and even those surrounding Ye Fan and Pang Bo were momentarily slowed — each deploying their abilities to contest it.
“Clang!” “Clang!”…
The nine divine weapons resonated in unison. Ye Fan gathered all the immortal light he could collect and poured it into Pang Bo’s body, enabling him to channel the king-tier divine weapons in a slashing strike.
This was a terrifying display of might — the nine divine weapons emerged together, interwoven into a blazing divine net that swept through everything, causing the ground ahead to collapse.
“Boom!”
The purple little snake was restrained by the king-tier divine weapons, seized in an instant, and caught by Pang Bo in one hand.
“Let’s go!”
The two knew they had committed a great offense — their battle results had been far too abundant, long since making people’s eyes turn red. It was likely the vast majority of people wanted to kill them first.
Suddenly, the Paramount Sword lightly trembled. Its offensive power was matchless in the world; it released a thread of extreme Dao pressure, pressing over in their direction.
Even though this was a stretch of immortal earth, it could not withstand this — the ground was about to shatter and sink. Everyone felt as though doomsday had arrived.
Azure light flickered; chaotic mists swirled. The Peacock King and the Crimson Dragon Daoist summoned the demon emperor’s weapon, holding it in opposition against the Paramount Sword, defusing the crisis. If they had not done so, everything would have completely shattered.
Ye Fan and the others fought their way outward through a shower of blood. This place was too dangerous — another minute here and they faced life-or-death calamity.
“Hum!”
On the other side, another terrifying fluctuation surged magnificently — this heaven and earth was going to be destroyed, as yet another extreme Dao imperial weapon appeared, manifesting all ten thousand things of all heavens, seeking to destroy everything.
Everyone’s hearts went cold. The immortal lineages had made preparations well in advance — there were still other supreme imperial weapons. Who could withstand them?
“Boom!”
The Upper Ancient Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar revived. A faint sigh penetrated directly to people’s hearts; a great black void manifested, a terrifying precious vase floating within!
The Old Blind Man led this effort, blocking that other imperial weapon, while simultaneously teleporting Li Heishui, Wu Zhongtian and others out from the confused fighting, sending them away from this place of strife.
“All the great powers have gone mad — four imperial weapons have already appeared, and there will likely be one or two more. So many Great Emperors’ weapons in confrontation — this is something that has not happened in a hundred thousand years!”
“This stretch of immortal earth will be destroyed; the Immortal Transformation Pool and everything else will likely cease to exist — all immortal treasures will be plundered!”
The crowd was horrified. This place had become impossible to stay in. Without an imperial weapon you could only die; the immortal lineages were vying against each other, about to completely tear open the Immortal Transformation Pool and the ten-thousand-year-old dragon cave.
“This way…” Not far off, Ji Ziyue waved her jade hand, transmitting sound to Ye Fan and Pang Bo, guiding them in their escape.
This was a route under the Ji Family’s control, firmly held in their grasp. Ji Ziyue led them smoothly through, escaping from the chaotic battlefield.
Soon after, they encountered Wu Zhongtian, Jiang Huairen, Li Heishui and the others in the outer area, fleeing together outward, about to leave this blood-soaked immortal earth.
“Heh heh…” A cold laugh rang out. Two Grand Ability cultivators walked out side by side on a mountainside, staring at them with cold laughter.
“We’ve been waiting for you a long time. Now, without the dragon power, without the Immortal Transformation Pool — I’d like to see how you draw on outside strength now!” The eyes of these two were dark and malicious, their killing intent dense and penetrating.
“The Yin-Yang Sect — it’s you people again!” Ye Fan’s anger surged.
The two advanced step by step, everything seemingly within their control. Source arts were useless out here; they had something to rely on — as Grand Ability cultivators with boundless divine power, they could absolutely sweep through everyone present.
Pursuers behind, Grand Ability cultivators blocking ahead — the situation was extremely urgent. Ye Fan attempted to draw upon the power beneath the Qin Mountains’ earth, but found it exceedingly difficult.
“Allow me!” Ji Ziyue’s small gleaming tiger-teeth ground together; her large eyes held astonishing spiritual energy as she sat cross-legged in the void and said, “Allow me to borrow the power of heaven and earth!”
“Boom!”
A cascade of immortal light flew in, pouring into her body, and then all of it came channeling into Ye Fan’s Heavenly Spirit Point all at once, submerging him entirely.
“What kind of constitution is this?!” Everyone was greatly startled — she said she would borrow heaven and earth’s power, and she actually borrowed it.
Ye Fan immediately was filled with the powerful sensation of moments ago. Without another word, he killed his way forward, manifesting the phenomenon of the Holy Body — heaven and earth released their resonating sound, rumbling endlessly.
At the same time, he borrowed all of Pang Bo’s nine divine weapons, and moreover stood atop the black king-tier war chariot and charged through.
At this moment he possessed a Grand Ability cultivator’s battle power, and furthermore wielded king-tier divine weapons — one could say that among those of the same level, he was invincible!
The phenomenon manifested and the royal weapons were all deployed. This kind of destructive power made onlookers shudder — not to mention the two Grand Ability cultivators who were within the battle formation itself.
“Ah…”
Ye Fan gripped a magnified jade halberd in hand and cleaved a Grand Ability cultivator straight down the middle — splitting the person from head to bottom, blood blossoming in all directions, falling into two halves, dying a violent death.
“Pfft!”
The phenomenon manifested, breaking through everything. Together with the black ancient war chariot it crushed forward, turning another Grand Ability cultivator into a pool of pulp — that person didn’t even manage to let out a single groan.
Ji Ziyue’s complexion went pallid — forcibly borrowing the immortal light of heaven and earth this way was clearly an enormous price to pay. She coughed lightly, expelling a small mouthful of fresh blood.
“Ziyue, are you all right?” Ye Fan asked.
“I’m fine.” She just smiled sweetly, urging everyone to get moving quickly and leave this dangerous place.
The group flew in flight, escaping the deadly zone, wanting to put distance between themselves and it.
Suddenly, Ye Fan felt a chill, and said: “Something is very wrong with this road.”
“What is it?” Li Heishui asked.
“An instinctive feeling — this road is very bad!” Ye Fan suddenly raised his head and looked out over the surroundings: no birdsong, no beast cries — everything was completely silent.
“Hum!”
Suddenly, from within these mountain rivers and great earth, one streak of jet-black light after another surged upward, gathering in the sky into a massive black precious vase, floating heavily — suspended there.
“A Great Emperor’s formation rune, missing one corner!”
“That massive vase shape in the sky resembles the Sky-Devouring Demonic Jar — it is the Ruthless Great Emperor’s formation rune!”
“It’s them… making their move again!” Ye Fan’s expression went cold, and he gazed ahead.
“Are you speaking of Li Xiaoman? Even if she were heartless, she shouldn’t go this far — not even attacking her own classmates.” Pang Bo said.
“No matter. Although these are the Great Emperor’s formation runes, they cannot even activate one ten-thousandth of their power — they are far too deficient. We have a path of survival to escape.” Ji Ziyue blinked her large eyes.
“Still hoping to leave?” A cold laugh rang out. Hua Yunfei’s guardian appeared, standing within the formation rune, hands clasped behind his back, utterly indifferent.
In the distance, a woman dressed in white stood at a mountain summit, quietly observing everything here.
“Young people — do you truly think that relying on outside power makes you invincible in this world? There are truly far too many people in this world who can restrain you.” On the other side, a living-fossil-level figure walked forward — it was the Yin-Yang Sacred Master Wang Yangzhan.
Another cold snort came, and the Grand Tutor Xiao appeared, standing to the east.
To the west, footsteps sounded. Two great powers of the Eastern Wasteland — Purple Mansion and Wan Chu — both had Grand Ability cultivators appear, blocking the way there.
“Crash!”
A great golden banner snapped and fluttered in the wind, and powerful fighters of the Northern Plain Golden Family appeared, standing across their path ahead.
All of Ye Fan’s many enemies had arrived, blocking him in this place — it was simply a death trap, with no road of escape.