“Ye Fan, I will slaughter you across ten lifetimes!” Lu Ya roared in fury, his divine feathers shooting toward the heavens, his hair standing on end in rage, every single pore across his entire body blasting out golden light that streaked tens of thousands of feet into the sky.
Yet none of this could change a thing. Ye Fan brought his great palm down without mercy, and Wugu Daoren shattered into pieces, his body torn apart in four directions.
“Severing you in a single lifetime is enough — extinguish one life, and all of eternity becomes void!” That was Ye Fan’s answer.
The formidable Wugu Daoren dissolved into a mist of blood, yet the mist coalesced without dispersing. Within it, a golden crow primordial spirit flickered, chanting from a demonic scripture, releasing a cascade of Dao-traces.
“Burn my demonic body, ignite my soul, fall together into the infernal abyss — Golden Crow Death Curse!” Wugu Daoren screamed, consumed by bitter, poisonous hatred.
“Having survived the tribulation of the Yin-Yang Death Curse, something like this can no longer harm my spirit,” Ye Fan said. His body gleamed like crystal, his Golden Sacred Domain expanding outward, enveloping him within its protection.
He stood like a divine idol, resplendent in brilliant radiance, ring after ring of golden divine halos encircling him — no law could touch his body. This was his uniquely possessed “Sacred Domain.”
Ye Fan’s five fingers rose like five colossal golden mountains, each one soaring into the heights, and then they pressed downward, crushing through the aura of the death curse.
“Pfft!”
Wugu Daoren let out a final cry. In the end, he could not withstand the grinding force of those five golden fingers. His primordial spirit and death curse were annihilated together, erased within the Origin Ruins — unable, as the old Yin-Yang Sect Master had managed, to carve a Dao-wound into Ye Fan before perishing.
“Wugu, at the eighth tier of the second heaven of the Immortal Platform — the Golden Crow Clan’s First Heir, once unstoppable, sovereign over an entire domain — has been slain just like that.”
“The young man of the Ye surname is too terrifying. He has already cut down nine princes of the Golden Crow Clan. He is truly without peer in courage and valor!”
Everyone was stunned, not a single soul whose heart was not trembling. In the midst of all this, people were frantically retreating, for Lu Ya had arrived.
A long howl rang out, shaking mountains and splitting the earth. No one could say how much rock and soil was sent hurtling upward, soaring a thousand feet high. Lu Ya’s golden hair stood on end as he swung his Crow-Wing Flowing Gold Trident downward in a sweeping strike.
Ye Fan gripped the gleaming divine furnace, ascending into the sky in a single step to meet this ancient sacred might, charging forward to do battle.
“Boom!”
That clash was like two ancient universes colliding, releasing an aura akin to total annihilation. The heavens were left in shambles, like a painting of a world that had been destroyed.
“Clang!”
Lu Ya’s courage was unstoppable. After one head-on exchange with Ye Fan, as they passed each other, he reversed his grip on the Crow-Wing Flowing Gold Trident and swept it diagonally downward — an immortal divine light in the form of a diagonal slash.
Ye Fan strode forward, his left hand cradling the transparent divine furnace, the size of a fist, and rose into the high heavens.
“Boom!”
A terrifying pressure burst forth from the ancient sacred weapon, like vast ocean waves crashing against a shore, throwing the heavens into chaos and shaking the earth. As the Crow-Wing Flowing Gold Trident swept down, the ground itself was cleaved apart!
Throughout the breadth of the Origin Ruins, in every direction, countless terrifying great chasms collapsed open — how many no one could count. Numerous mountains toppled and plunged into the abyssal depths below.
“Ahhh…”
Innumerable anguished screams rang out. How many cultivators failed to escape this calamity, all of them buried beneath the earth, no one could say.
This single strike caused the Origin Ruins — a relic of fame across the great continents — to vanish from existence, becoming history, erased from the world forever.
It was a terrifying spectacle, as though the end of days had arrived: the great earth shattering apart, boundless desolate wastelands sinking and splitting open, stretching without end!
Lu Ya was cold and merciless, giving no thought whatsoever to the countless dead. He seized his Crow-Wing Flowing Gold Trident and came to kill again.
Living beings were plunged into suffering, the earth drenched in blood, vast numbers of cultivators met with catastrophe, and even figures at the eighth tier of the second heaven of the Immortal Platform fell.
Lu Ya’s heart was hard as iron and stone. His eyes held nothing but killing intent. The falling of lives, the bones and blood of cultivators — he took none of it to mind. His sole desire was to kill Ye Fan.
Ye Fan faced him. This was not their first meeting, but it was the first genuine confrontation between their true selves. This battle had nothing to do with anything else — it was purely a matter of life and death.
“Ye Fan, you slaughtered nine of my brothers. This blood feud is beyond all reckoning, beyond all words — ahhh!” Lu Ya was maddened. Nine brothers slain — his very organs felt as though they were ablaze.
When a person reaches the peak of fury, white smoke truly can pour from all seven orifices. At this moment he was like a furnace, fire and smoke surging skyward, his expression terrifyingly fierce.
“They deserved to die!” Those were Ye Fan’s only four words. He had nothing more to say.
Lu Ya said nothing further either. His golden pupils flooded crimson, and carrying endless crazed killing intent he dove downward, desperate to beat Ye Fan to death with a single blow.
The Crow-Wing Flowing Gold Trident severed eternity, bringing with it a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, countless bodies descending like divine specters, a horrifying sight that shook the world.
“What is that — divine warriors and demons? Or perhaps domain-crossing divine spirits slain by ancient sages of old?” Those who had survived the calamity were shaken, standing at a sufficiently distant horizon, eyes wide as they stared at the scene.
From remote antiquity to the present day, it was unknown how many the trident had killed. These were the blood-souls of peerless powerhouses slaughtered in ages past, manifesting anew!
“Boom!”
The divine maiden furnace in Ye Fan’s hand reawakened. It looked nothing like something cast from bronze — rather like five-colored glass, lustrous and translucent throughout, shimmering with treasured radiance.
In this moment, it unleashed waves tens of thousands of feet tall — an ocean forged from divine power, like an entire stellar domain, launching forward to counter the trident.
This strike shattered heaven and split earth. The world was flooded with light everywhere; nothing else could be seen, and the two combatants at the heart of the confrontation were likewise swallowed.
This was the might of a sacred weapon, capable of destroying every force in the human world. Anyone who entered this would feel as insignificant as an ant, fit only to be reduced to ash.
Both wielding sacred weapons, the two of course had the protection of the furnace and the trident respectively — otherwise survival would have been impossible. At this moment, amid the surging divine power, they stood immovable as great boulders.
“Clang!”
Lu Ya stood within the solar essence flame, the trident in his hand flying above his head, hovering there, suppressing the heavens and the void, like a deity in eternal life.
Both possessed ancient sacred weapons, and now each deployed their divine arts, seeking to channel the power of the sacred weapons and strike out.
The manifestations of the Nine Ancestral Crows appeared behind Lu Ya — heaven collapsed, earth split, releasing a vast and magnificent might, as though a truly ancient great emperor had arrived in the world!
Lu Ya had spent four years in seclusion, and his greatest achievement from that time was the cultivation of the Nine Ancestral Crow manifestations, possessing an earth-shattering, divinely inscrutable might.
“Boundless Ocean Expansion!”
He let out a great shout, and one of the Ancestral Crow manifestations flew forth. Its body pressed down upon heaven and earth, swallowing and exhaling divine radiance, as boundless surging ocean tides rolled out without shore or boundary.
But it was not the sea — it was immeasurable solar essence flame!
Lu Ya stood at the center of the divine sea, drawing the essence energy of all eight directions, funneling it into the fire. He stood like a demonic deity — this strike was the Ancestral Crow’s “Boundless Ocean Expansion,” pressing down to overwhelm Ye Fan from above.
Immeasurable solar essence flame and the essence energy of the four-sided world descended together like a curtain hanging from the sky. Ye Fan floated above with the divine furnace hovering over his head, seated cross-legged in the void, his entire body glowing.
He drifted within the solar essence flame. Every inch of his body gleamed crystalline, as though in eternal life within the divine fire. The first Ancestral Crow could do nothing to him; he borrowed it instead to temper his body.
“Splitting Heaven and Earth!”
Lu Ya’s great shout carried through. The second Ancestral Crow flew forth, transforming into an eternal scroll. Channeled by the sacred weapon, it covered the sky and blanketed the earth.
This was a real miniature world, containing mountains and rivers, ancient trees and silver waterfalls, birds in flight and beasts on the ground. This Ancestral Crow had transformed into an entire realm unto itself, seeking to refine and consume Ye Fan within it.
“Even the heavens have their span of life — a single vessel breaks ten thousand methods, severing realms!”
Ye Fan let out a light cry. Two dragon-shaped beams of light shot from his eyes and then intertwined, channeled through the divine maiden furnace, and launched outward.
Without a weapon in hand, there is a weapon within the heart. Taking an undefeatable will as the soul and condensing a soaring battle intent into a weapon — a single vessel to break ten thousand methods — he struck out.
This was a primordial spirit sword — nothing could withstand it. Ye Fan had fashioned it in imitation of the Nine Strikes of the Demon Emperor, evolved from the Word-Strike Secret, possessing immeasurable divine power.
In the Eye of the Northern Sea, he had been trapped for four years, spending those four years comprehending the Dao, meditating on every law in existence — and this too was one of the fruits of that Dao comprehension.
The primordial spirit Dao-sword, bearing the power of the Demon Emperor’s Nine Strikes, combined further with the art of breaking ten thousand methods with a single vessel — it could slay divine beings and cut down Buddhas!
Within that Ancestral Crow world, it stretched across three thousand miles — one strike shattered the mountains and rivers, the second strike dried the great rivers, the next strike annihilated ten thousand living things, and the next strike collapsed the realm!
The primordial spirit Dao-sword cut out, slashing directly toward Lu Ya, intercepting the Nine Ancestral Crows, annihilating their immeasurable divine power — like a divine, weeping aurora, tracing an immortal brilliance across the sky.
Lu Ya struck out, a long howl erupting forth, his hair flying wildly. Mountain ranges in the distance collapsed continuously. Wielding the ancient sacred weapon with both hands gave him a trace of sacred might.
Behind him, the third Ancestral Crow flew out, transforming into the sun, moon, and stars, a great field of stars rising and falling — as though one had arrived in the deep darkness of the universe.
The primordial spirit Dao-sword, like divine gold, a streak of brilliance descending — as though cleaving the heavens and splitting realms, reaching no matter how far. It collided with those great stars, the evolution and destruction of stellar bodies all occurring within a single breath.
Amid the resonant humming of the Dao, the stars fell. A crack appeared between Lu Ya’s brows. The primordial spirit Dao-sword flew back and entered Ye Fan’s eyes, returning to the Immortal Platform.
What was that technique? Capable of countering the Nine Ancestral Crow manifestations — Ye Fan was truly divinely valiant. That was what everyone was thinking.
“Clang,” “clang,” “clang”…
Tens of thousands of sword-cries rang out. Golden Crow divine feathers filled the sky, flying everywhere like a vast golden snowfall descending — boundless and brilliant.
After brief probing, Lu Ya deployed all Nine Ancestral Crow manifestations simultaneously. Like Ye Fan, he wanted an immediate kill and had no intention whatsoever of fighting hundreds or thousands of exchanges.
All nine crows deployed at once — it was as though the supreme might of the clan’s remote-ancient progenitor was being recreated. The heavens themselves trembled, the earth shook, and the void collapsed.
All of this, channeled through the ancient divine trident, became so terrifyingly powerful, as though the Golden Crow progenitor had truly returned, once again sovereign over the great earth!
Ye Fan was fearless. The divine maiden furnace above his head floated up and down, lowering tens of thousands of threads of divine power to protect him.
A Dao resonance rang out. Various lights flew from his body — the Immortal King Overlooking the Nine Heavens, the Golden Bitter Sea, and other phenomena appeared simultaneously, smelted into one — as though capable of striking apart three thousand realms!
Likewise, the sacred body phenomena were also channeled through the ancient divine furnace, and they too became incomparably terrifying, stretching across heaven and earth, invincible and without equal. Ye Fan stood at the center, like a divine lord patrolling the heavens, surveying all creation beneath him with disdain.
Beside Lu Ya, nine crows spanned the sky — not phenomena, but true manifestations. The indestructible battle-souls of remote ancestors seemed to have returned. Throughout heaven and earth, dark ominous winds howled and demonic clouds surged.
“Kill!”
Both charged forward simultaneously, each desperate to immediately slay the other. Neither left themselves a single step of retreat.
Lu Ya’s golden hair stood on end, his eyes wide open, the beams of light shooting from his pupils stretching for miles. He let out a great roar, and mountains and rivers shook throughout.
Ye Fan’s thick black hair flew in all directions, sweeping upward toward the sky. Within his eyes moved the trajectories of the sun and moon in their revolutions, and star formations in their dissolution — the traces of the Dao.
Immeasurable killing intent surged forth. One strike from the two of them was like the arrival of total annihilation. Everyone held their breath, awaiting this earth-shaking, world-class decisive battle!