The Northern Sea stretched for a hundred million qing, vast and boundless.

Ye Fan stood upon the sea like a god or demon, holding the translucent blood spear and impaling the corpse of the Golden Crow clan’s heaven-defying prodigy. This image would remain inextinguishable in people’s hearts even as many years passed.

Battle blood flowed down, falling into the sea—a gorgeous, bewitching crimson. The youngest great figure of the Golden Crow clan was permanently erased from the world.

Not a single person spoke. This stretch of sea was utterly silent. That devastating spear had been too overwhelming, its impact too great—it had stricken everyone into stupefaction.

The terrifying sacred body phenomenon—even the Golden Crow clan’s ancient Fusang and ancestral crows had all been destroyed and reduced to nothingness, overcoming everything under heaven.

None could tell how long had passed before people came to their senses, filling the air with noise. Everyone was discussing: with this kind of awe-inspiring power entering the mainland, Yin Tiande would have a true rival!

San Que Daoren would most likely no longer be able to remain apart from the mundane world. Lu Ya would certainly need to break through the death gate and emerge to face this fearsome enemy of the Golden Crow clan.

The Divine Son of Extreme Yin stood in the distance. Black mist rose and fell. He was perpetually in darkness—like an evil spirit from the underworld.

To flee or to fight—this was a difficult choice. Given Ye Fan’s current awe-inspiring power, even the Divine Son of Extreme Yin, however confident in his invincibility, would find the outcome uncertain if he stepped forward.

The Divine Son of Extreme Yin—a powerful existence that made people tremble—who was sworn brother with the Three Deficiencies Daoist of the Ancient Immortal Guan of the Dark Ridge, the master of the Eight Scenery Palace, and others. Immeasurably profound.

Yet in this moment, a flicker of doubt had entered his heart. One could only imagine how much pressure Ye Fan now exerted—even someone of his caliber was feeling somewhat apprehensive.

“There is no choice but to fight.” He said to himself inwardly. There was no other option. If he fled like this, it would be a devastating blow to his conviction of invincibility.

Besides, even wanting to flee was impossible, for the sacred body’s speed was there for all to see—it had surpassed even the Dragon-Defying Ladder to Heaven.

Rather than being hunted down and gaining only humiliation, it was better to truly fight to the death. He felt he still had several chances out of ten of success—enough to cut down his enemy.

A mist drifted in. Black clouds churned and rose. An aura of extreme Yin and extreme cold spread outward—reaching everywhere, ice-cold to the bone.

This was the Supreme Yin Holy Power—one of the most fundamental forces in existence. Its use could be traced all the way back to the primordial ages, with expressions that confounded gods and ghosts alike.

Unfortunately, after the Extreme Yin Ancient Emperor sat in nirvana, his inheritance had changed hands. His descendants had been killed to the last, replaced by another clan that had stolen his scriptures for their own use.

Ye Fan shook his hand in a flick. The blood-colored spear tip launched Crimson Yang’s corpse into more than a dozen pieces, falling like a meteor shower into the great sea.

The Northern Sea surged violently. Great waves struck the sky, crashing into the azure heavens ten thousand zhang above. Every cloud was shattered, washing the vault of heaven clean.

The Divine Son of Extreme Yin let out a cold snort from the distance. An ice-cold chill spread throughout heaven and earth in an instant, freezing eternity.

In that moment, cultivators who had already fled to an infinitely far distance still could not help but shudder, their entire bodies trembling, unable to endure this bone-deep coldness.

A scene of incomparable terror appeared ahead. The great waves that had struck ten thousand zhang high and shattered the clouds were all frozen solid, becoming peaks of ice!

The black Northern Sea was the same—completely frozen through, forming a vast black landmass. The cold air assailed people, as though it would split their very bones apart.

This was the Supreme Yin Holy Power. Supreme Yin and supreme softness—freezing everything, transforming the life energy of all things into death.

This was a shocking image: everything was fixed in place, as though frozen at this single instant—made into an eternity.

Every crashing wave, every towering surge—gorgeous and majestic—as though carved by the divine hand of Heaven itself into this scene, motionless and still.

Bang!

Suddenly, a black ice spear pierced through the sky, carrying with it endless black mist, condensing a vast amount of Supreme Yin Holy Power, thrusting toward Ye Fan’s chest.

The Divine Son of Extreme Yin launched his attack, shattering this frozen world. The Extreme Yin aura was like a curtain hanging from the sky—spreading lavishly and vastly.

Ye Fan sent out a single punch with a sound like shattering glass. The ice spear broke into dozens and hundreds of pieces, transforming into a sky full of glittering crystals—only the Extreme Yin aura was indestructible, still surging forward.

Hum!

A faint sound rang out from all four directions. Every inch of space was filled with black ice spears, saturating every crack—like tens of thousands of arrows flying in, converging on a single point.

A flash of radiance shot from Ye Fan’s brow—bright as a divine platform. Supreme Yang Holy Power flowed. The Dao transformed into ten thousand forms, erupting in boundless holy light that collided with the black ice spears.

In the sky, a series of uncanny sounds rang out. Supreme Yin and Supreme Yang collided, annihilating vast swaths of space—reducing them to a domain of ruin.

Swish!

A great banner appeared behind the Divine Son of Extreme Yin, black as ink, snapping and flapping in the wind. It was as though he had taken the Nine Abysses for his own use, with infinite Yin energy spreading outward.

Ye Fan’s body shuddered. This was a cold chill that reached into the soul itself—injuring one’s divine soul, ruining one’s cultivation foundation. Terrifying beyond measure.

Bang!

His body shook. The sacred body seemed to ignite. Golden blood energy boiled and radiated outward as brilliant golden light, enveloping him within.

The Divine Son of Extreme Yin gripped the ice-cold and thick banner pole in both hands and shook it with force. In an instant, the sky darkened and the earth dimmed. One by one, fallen stars flashed and were extinguished, crashing down.

These were miniature worlds contained within the banner’s surface, breaking into reality. Every piece of meteor was immense beyond reckoning, possessing destructive force as it came crashing down.

Bang, bang, bang…

Ye Fan struck out. Each punch shattered a piece of meteor, the momentum astonishing. He seemed to be fighting against an entire ancient Supreme Yin universe!

Swish!

The Divine Son of Extreme Yin stood within the darkness. Suddenly the great banner pointed downward. The waters of the Northern Sea thawed, and under the banner’s shaking, were entirely drawn up as vapor—transforming into black mist.

A scene that defied the world appeared. The banner unfurled—across an unknown number of li of sea—the waters were evaporated, exposing the seafloor ten thousand zhang below. Black water surged into the sky, submerging Ye Fan.

“Frozen for Eternity!”

The sky full of black mist became a sea once again in an instant—immediately frozen solid, forming a colossal block of black ice, like a vast black landmass occupying the entire sky.

Ye Fan was sealed within. Boundless Supreme Yin Holy Power surged. He was nowhere to be seen.

Behind, the crowd felt their skin prickle into goosebumps. One unfurling of the black great banner had truly shaken heaven and moved earth—all of the Supreme Yin Holy Power it contained could destroy all living beings.

Boom!

Suddenly, the frozen black landmass in the sky shattered. Endless blazing radiance shot outward. Supreme Yang Holy Power surged. Ye Fan broke the seal and burst free.

At the same moment, within his brow there were also dark flickers of light that drew all the surrounding Supreme Yin Holy Power toward him, refining and absorbing it as his own.

“You have also studied my clan’s ancient scripture!” The Divine Son of Extreme Yin was shaken. He shook the great banner.

A deafening sound rang out. The full sky of black water fell, returning to the great sea, filling in that dry ten-thousand-zhang pit.

The Divine Son of Extreme Yin opened his mouth and spat out a black ancient bell. Its material was unknown, absorbing all light. It rang with a low, drawn-out toll, suffused with an ominous feeling.

Suppression, death, cold, bone-deep chill, withering extinction—all manner of negative emotions erupted. This was a demonic bell that inspired ill will in all who perceived it.

The Sovereign’s Death Knell!

This was a weapon refined by an invincible sovereign of the past. Now, in use, it released various strange and negative forces, affecting people’s minds.

At the same time, nine trees from legend—netherworld bamboo—appeared. Root to tip, they were like black gold cast solid, not particularly tall, but arrayed before him in a row, standing guard like a wall of men.

The crowd was shaken. This kind of thing had actually been successfully cultivated…

According to legend, it grew in the netherworld earth and needed to be nourished by Supreme Yin Holy Power to grow and evolve into the great killing weapon cultivators dreamed of. And today, nine of them had appeared at once.

But most terrifying of all: a skull the color of jet-black jade flew out, shaking everyone. The skull was crystalline, its dark light flickering.

Upon it were carved spiritual patterns—dense and intertwining, forming complex networks. The seven cavities radiated the most fundamental Supreme Yin Holy Power, as though capable of refining the entire world.

The skull of an ancient sage!

Everyone was dumbfounded. They could barely believe their own eyes. This was truly a sacred object beyond price—impossible to acquire even with a hundred million in gold.

“So that’s it—that belonged to the Extreme Yin Ancient Emperor’s descendants, who had their inheritance seized. They themselves were slaughtered and refined into this form.”

“Indeed—there is indeed such a legend. Although they died, their resentment and fury did not fade. It could never be refined into a sacred weapon.”

People recalled that ancient, long-past affair and were moved without exception. This was a weapon of great and weighty origin.

Under ordinary circumstances, a sage’s skull could absolutely be refined into a sacred weapon—but this one was an exception. Its resentment and fury were too heavy. It had never taken form.

Yet it was still terrifying enough—only one step short of transitioning from a king-grade weapon to a sacred weapon—far beyond the match of any other weapon.

The Divine Son of Extreme Yin could not engage Ye Fan in close combat, and even less could he dare to manifest a phenomenon. In such a battle, that would be tantamount to suicide. The only path in this fight was ranged offense—driving supreme arcane power to activate the great killing weapons and destroy the enemy.

Ye Fan’s expression turned grave. His opponent’s several weapons posed a genuine threat. Even he would have to treat them with caution—otherwise there was a real possibility of being consumed by hatred here.

Swish!

Before the Divine Son of Extreme Yin, the black great banner was the first to unfurl and fly over. The banner’s face—like a vast black sky—blotted out the sun, moon, heaven, and earth. It was like an ancient universe pressing down in suppression.

Ye Fan was momentarily taken aback. Every weapon his opponent had was eerie, all of them imbued with strange holy power. He let out a light shout, and an ancient, unadorned great peak flew out.

The Profound Magnetic Mountain—seized from the Golden Crow clan’s senior practitioner of the primordial first order—was a raw uncut jade. Once the Profound Magnetic Divine Light was released, all weapons of refined gold could be rendered useless.

Clang!

The great banner trembled. Its staff shattered—but the ancient universe manifested by the banner’s face was unaffected, still pressing down.

Simultaneously, the bell rang out across the sky. Black bell waves pierced through all things. This was a sovereign’s demonic bell—incomparably terrifying—pressing across the entire sky, enclosing Ye Fan beneath it.

Clang!

A tremendous sound rang out. Ye Fan flicked his hand and shot out a gleaming treasure ring—like a silver moon hanging in the sky, its divine power overawing the four seas. This was a weapon from the Eight Scenery Palace—and though it was a replica, it was a genuine and true king-grade divine weapon.

The Diamond Ring and the Sovereign’s Demonic Bell clashed violently—a duel between weapons of the same tier. One of them would have to break!

Slash!

The nine netherworld bamboo trees standing guard before the Divine Son of Extreme Yin all moved. Like people, they charged forward—transforming into nine black shadows rushing ahead with uncanny, bizarre ferocity.

“A single drop of a sage’s blood essence can kill a great and powerful master. These nine netherworld bamboos carry the death-corpse aura of an ancient sage—what kind of demonic bamboos have they cultivated?!”

In the distance, everyone was horrified. These nine netherworld bamboos were even more terrifying than people had imagined—within them were harbored supreme evil spirits!

Even Ye Fan was startled. He had not expected these nine netherworld bamboos—which he had not bothered to regard—to be considerably more terrifying than the Sovereign’s Demonic Bell.

Nine netherworld bamboos cast as though from black gold were actually walking on their own—bizarre and supremely terrifying—already carrying with them a trace of a sage’s awe-inspiring presence from far away.

Ye Fan opened his mouth and spat out a spread of small golden banners. They expanded in the wind, enlarging in an instant. The golden banner faces covered the sky—these were the precious banners of the Golden Crow clan taken from the transformed body of Lu Ya.

He harbored no hope that these great golden banners could withstand the nine netherworld bamboos. He only hoped to delay them for a brief moment—to buy himself time.

Boom!

Just at that instant, the Divine Son of Extreme Yin unleashed his most terrifying weapon: a skull—black as a deep abyss, like a piece of jet-black jade—with seven cavities of darkness.