“I’m going to kill you…” — the words came out rushed, her voice feeble, carried on breath that smelled of orchids and musk, drifting from behind him.

Ye Fan turned and walked away. Fan Xian followed close behind, her palm striking toward his spine — but how could she possibly wound an Indestructible Golden Body?

They had drifted into a stellar domain. The chessboard formation connected outward beyond its bounds, far from the Heaven’s battlefield, and all the clamor and sounds of slaughter had faded into silence.

Fan Xian’s figure was slender and tall, her hair smooth and lustrous, her body luminous, her star-like eyes hazy with confusion, her long lashes trembling lightly. Though her mind had been lost, a certain habitual thread of thought still persisted within her.

“You, surnamed Ye… I will… demote you to a slave, make you the most lowly of servants — not even the Ancestral Saint… could pardon you!”

Her thoughts had long since fallen into chaos, wholly beyond her control. The resentment buried deep within her heart burst forth. Her lotus arms flashed with an enchanting radiance as her slender fingers swept across and struck again toward the vulnerable temple on Ye Fan’s head.

Ye Fan’s spiritual sense had also scattered, his thoughts muddled — yet a cold light still flickered in his eyes. He spun around abruptly, golden blood-energy surging and boiling, and with a single strike sent Fan Xian flying. She coughed up great mouthfuls of blood, her face white as snow, her life nearly snuffed out on the spot.

“You dare!”

The domain gate had not yet vanished. The saint, Fan Yun Tong, transcended the mortal and entered the divine; through the spatial passage he witnessed this scene and launched a peerless strike!

This was a saint-level shockwave. In the moment his mind was lost, Ye Fan was struck by a devastating blow, his body sent flying horizontally as a boundless tide of divine power crashed down upon him.

“Old wretch!”

Qi Yao Guang’s expression changed. He moved swiftly, intercepting the ancient saint of Heaven, engaging him in battle and cutting off his path forward. The domain gate dimmed and vanished in an instant, severing the connection between this place and the world beyond.

Starlight scattered and fell. In the darkness, specks of radiance glimmered.

Fan Xian resembled an exquisite work of art — her entire body luminous, her jade flesh and divine bones like the finest white mutton-fat jade. Yet now, a faint blush of crimson had stained her skin.

Her figure was tall and graceful, far more slender than an ordinary woman. Her form had been shaped as if by the golden ratio itself, as though carved from warm jade. At this moment, her expression was dazed and absent.

“I will fight you to the death… you will become my slave!”

Stripped of her rational mind, a primal fury drove her, compelling her to launch attacks against Ye Fan, pouring out words that had long been buried in the depths of her heart.

“You lowly ascetic cultivator — you have provoked me time and again. How infuriating, how hateful. I will torment you by the most cruel means… and make you understand what law and order truly mean!”

Her body was alluringly curved, gracefully proportioned. Snow-white tinged with rosy blush, translucent yet radiant. Her long, pale legs stepped forward as she brought her foot down toward the crown of Ye Fan’s head.

Ye Fan let out a low roar, swinging his fist on instinct, releasing a blazing surge of light. The power of his physical body was immense — enough to stand against a saint.

Pff!

A single flash of blood-light — and that body dissolved into a mist of blood, struck down on the spot. The radiance slowly faded.

“What?!”

Inside Heaven, Fan Yun Tong’s heart lurched. He sensed a chill run through him and let out a low, hoarse snarl: “He actually killed my direct descendant!”

Fan Xian and Fan Tian were the two most treasured members of the clan, cultivated with focused care and boundless effort, for their bloodline was exceptionally pure. Perhaps one day it could awaken the blood of battle inherited from the divine beings of antiquity.

“I can only hope the puppet death-substitution talisman left behind by the ancient divine beings can save her life!” Fan Yun Tong’s expression darkened. Even as he battled Qi Yao Guang, he drove himself outward toward the domain’s edge, intent on rescuing Fan Xian.

Beyond the domain, a mist of blood swirled. A flash of misty radiance — and a delicate, ivory-carved jade form reappeared, as all the blood-mist and light flowed back in reverse. The sight was profoundly mysterious.

“You, surnamed Ye…!” Fan Xian let out a sharp, high-pitched cry. For a brief moment she was lucid — but as the sacred medicine’s light began to circulate once more, her large eyes grew hazy again, losing their former clarity.

At this moment, not a thread of clothing covered her. Her figure was slender, white as jade, her hair loose and unbound. Her eyes were bewitching. Driven by primal instinct, she launched herself at Ye Fan again.

Pff!

But all that awaited her was a streak of golden finger-light that shattered her flawless body. In searing agony, she dissolved once more into a mist of blood.

“This ascetic cultivator is truly ruthless!” Inside Heaven, Fan Yun Tong’s expression changed again. The few puppet death-substitution talismans left behind by the ancient divine beings had been granted by him personally — each one, he could still sense.

Fan Xian’s beauty was without rival in this stellar domain, said to be one of two supreme beauties alongside Qi Meng. No one had expected that Ye Fan would extinguish her life without a shred of mercy — and even under the influence of the sacred medicine, with primal desire clouding her mind, even that had not been enough to stay his killing intent.

A terrifying beam of light shot out from Heaven, cleaving through the void and slashing toward the outer domain. Fan Yun Tong had calculated Ye Fan’s position and launched a long-range attack.

Ye Fan’s body shuddered violently. A bolt of holy light struck him without warning. Were it not for his Indestructible Golden Body, he would have been shattered to dust, his soul scattered to the winds — no half-saint could withstand a single blow from an ancient saint!

He had been struck by the saint’s power repeatedly. Though his own strength was great enough to keep him from falling, the repeated impacts threw his blood and vital energy into disorder. Unable to purge the sacred medicine from his system, his mind grew even less clear.

Pff!

A flash of blood-light — Ye Fan had now killed Fan Xian four times. The puppet death-substitution talismans left by the ancient divine beings were cracked and broken, clearly unable to serve much longer.

“Ah — you lowly ascetic cultivator — you’ve killed me multiple times!” Fan Xian screamed in outrage and shock. Each time she revived, there was a brief moment of clarity. Her fury made her delicate frame tremble.

Yet each revival left her more disoriented than before. For when the sacred medicine’s light flowed back into her, reconstituting her body, it merged entirely into her blood.

Her body had reached a pinnacle of beauty — every inch luminous white and radiant, as if sculpted by the hand of Heaven itself. A matchless countenance. A swan-like neck. A proud, full figure. A waist so slender it could be encircled by a single grasp. Long, pale, graceful legs. All of it together formed a sight of unparalleled elegance that moved the very heart.

Ye Fan had killed Fan Xian five times in total. The sixth did not come to pass. When the two of them collided once more, something tender and intimate was born between them — primal instinct overcame the hatred that each held for the other.

The sacred medicine had fully taken hold. It could not be repelled, could not be purified. It seized their bodies and minds alike. The two became entangled with one another.

“Lowly slave — I will crush you beneath my feet forever!”

“The most radiant and beautiful pearl, they say? I’ve yet to see what makes you so exalted!”

Beneath the stars, auspicious light glimmered in scattered points. Two forms entwined — even in the grip of primal instinct, in that final thread of clarity, the two hurled insults at one another.

One body was cast in a deep bronze tone, powerfully built and firm. The other was pale as ivory, slender and graceful, twisting and writhing — like two serpents wound together.

This was a primal desire, a scene that stirred the blood and quickened the pulse. The elixir refined by the ancient saint had finally asserted its full effect, and nothing could resist it.

Cold, clear starlight. The boundless void of the cosmos. A space this vast and open could contain all things. No sound reached them here — so quiet it felt utterly desolate.

Ye Fan and Fan Xian no longer knew where they were. Their blood boiled. Ruled by a primal instinct, they lost themselves entirely within it, and that final thread of clarity was gone.

A thousand threads of starlight. The eternal cosmos. In this vast stellar domain, the individual was no greater than a speck of dust — amounting to nothing at all.

A bronzed strength. A luminous, crystalline beauty. Two slender forms. The rippling pulse of spiritual senses… intimate and boundless.

Primal instinct. An ocean of desire. A scene of surging blood and fire — all of it interwoven, forming a hazy, sensuous tableau.

Fan Yun Tong and Qi Yao Guang battled fiercely until at last they broke through to the outer domain. Wherever they passed, falling stars turned to ash. Countless beams of light streaked through the void. Nothing could obstruct their advance.

Fan Xian held a position of great prestige in Heaven, cultivated as a successor to the clan’s legacy. Yet she had now died five times. Even the ancient divine beings’ puppet death-substitution talismans had shattered completely, severing her connection with Fan Yun Tong — and this left him deeply unsettled. He had no idea what state she was in at this moment.

“Old wretch — your clan raided our mother ship and refined the most powerful bloodline evolution fluid before we could. For all that you’ve done, I’ve long wanted to settle the account.” Qi Yao Guang blocked his path, denying him any opportunity to mount a rescue. The battle continued.

How much time passed was impossible to say. Fan Yun Tong had given up all hope. After more than an hour of fierce combat, he was certain that given such a long span of time, Fan Xian could have died several times over by now.

“That young man is truly ruthless — even my Fan Clan’s immortal pearl, he treats like a blade of grass. He had the heart to strike without hesitation. He is worse than a beast.” The thought smoldered in his chest.

At last, their battle carried them into this stellar domain. Fan Yun Tong was the first to sense that something was wrong. A cold laugh escaped him as he said, “Old wretch — so your little scheme actually came to pass. You want to cultivate the next generation of the Indestructible Golden Body?”

Fan Yun Tong’s expression was strange as well. He had not expected to stumble upon this sight beyond the domain. His complexion was none too pleasant — but at last he understood what had happened.

This was the sacred medicine at work. And prior to this, his great-granddaughter had already been killed five times — which was truly depraved. Had both of them been in their right minds, Fan Xian would certainly not have survived.

Starlight flowed like water. Ye Fan and Fan Xian gradually regained their senses. When each became aware of the other’s state, both went blank — then immediately began to struggle violently.

“Ah…!” Fan Xian’s spiritual sense surged out, sharp and piercing. Rage made her teeth ache and her heart burn with fury.

But at this moment, she had not an ounce of strength left. She could change nothing. Her snow-white body was tinged with a blush of crimson. Enraged as she was, she wanted to scream — yet her limbs were too weak and numb to obey.

“You…”

Her face cycled between red and pale. She mustered the very last of her strength to push Ye Fan away. She snatched out a length of blue gauze to drape over her mutton-fat jade body, then rapidly retreated several hundred zhang.

“Your Fan Clan is truly despicable…” Ye Fan said, pulling on a long robe. He then retrieved his ancient saint battle armor and prepared himself for a great fight — for he could sense that Fan Yun Tong and Qi Yao Guang were nearly upon them.

Fan Xian nearly fainted at those words. Several black veins twitched along her luminous white forehead. She jabbed a finger at him, unable to speak. After a long moment, she finally gritted her teeth and forced out: “You, surnamed Ye — you outside-domain bastard — this is far from over between us!”

Two saints descended. Each acted — separating them, each shielding one of the two.

Fan Yun Tong’s expression was dark. A great black hand reached out toward Ye Fan. Qi Yao Guang let out a hearty laugh and raised his palm to meet it. “Old wretch — you lost your bride and your soldiers. It seems you’ve gained nothing. The next-generation Indestructible Golden Body plan — a failure!”

Fan Yun Tong’s rage erupted even further at those words, and he attacked with frenzied abandon. Not far away, Fan Xian clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with fire. She wanted to smash that shameless old bastard to pieces.

Of course — if her gaze could kill, Ye Fan would have borne the brunt of it. He would have died ten thousand times over by now.

Qi Yao Guang laughed aloud. “Let us put today’s matter to rest for now. Once your temper has cooled, we can discuss it further — whether to have this young fellow join the family as a son-in-law and continue the unfinished Indestructible Golden Body plan, or whether to strike him down. Calm down first and then decide. He and I will take our leave.”

A flash of light — and the two vanished without a trace. Left behind in the sky were only Fan Yun Tong, his face the color of iron, and Fan Xian — bright-eyed and fine-toothed, her cheeks tinged with a faint crimson blush.