The Chaos Physique had reappeared — the world trembled!

He was challenging the Holy Body Ye Fan. The moment this news spread, all ten directions boiled over. This was destined to be a battle between gods, a contest between dragon and tiger — and it would influence the balance of power across the great cosmos.

This battle had not yet begun, yet the moment the news broke, turbulent currents appeared throughout every domain. Without genuine confidence, who would dare to contend with the Holy Body?

This stirred tremendous anticipation. This age had produced talents in droves — the great accumulated potential of ten thousand ages had all converged into a single era. People yearned to see them collide and strike the most brilliant of sparks.

Ye Fan had defeated the demon emperor and stood supreme throughout the cosmos. And now someone still dared to come and challenge him to a decisive battle — either they were wildly arrogant, or they were truly far too powerful.

“The three words ‘Chaos Physique’ alone are qualification enough to issue this challenge!”

“The mightiest bloodline across ten thousand ages — once cultivated to its ultimate extreme, one harmonizes with the Dao and questions immortality, honored throughout the mortal world with no opponent. This battle is something to anticipate!”

In recent years, Ye Fan had stood undefeated throughout the cosmos. To say nothing of himself — even others felt things were becoming a bit monotonous. Now a powerful challenger had appeared, stirring many hearts into a surge of excitement.

Before the South Heavenly Gate, Yang Xi stood there in person. A gate tower bearing imperial markings had been swept flat by a single sheet of paper — and only a letter remained, standing in the ground, wreathed in wisps of Chaos Qi.

Upon it was only a single word: “War!”

Was the hostility strong? Not exactly. What there was, rather, was a peerless and supreme dominance, and a conviction of being the one and only sovereign — this person’s confidence was exceptionally powerful.

“The Chaos Physique — he has finally appeared. What astonishing performance will he give?” The Heavenly Court’s members were all deeply eager.

Yet many also felt misgivings — for this physique was acclaimed as the greatest across past and present, and perhaps only the Innate Holy Body Dao Embryo could rival it, with none others able to stand against it.

Ye Fan was powerful. His entire journey had been a history of glorious battles rare in all of antiquity — otherwise people would not compare him to the Emperor Venerable in his youth.

Yet the Chaos Physique was simply too renowned, capable of suppressing all things. Coming with such force and momentum, it inevitably set people’s hearts pounding.

The cosmos was noisy and chaotic — a scene of excitement and eager waiting.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged within the Undying Mountain, entirely unmoved by the outside world. During this time, the only thing he did was dissolve the Divine Embryo that had been nurtured in the Ten Thousand Things Primordial Qi Cauldron — not allowing it to grow further — and left the power of faith upon the altar. He took away the cauldron.

Ten days later. The mythological battlefield.

All sounds had ceased. Not a single noise. Ye Fan stood alone, gazing into the depths of the star domain.

The entire world watched with bated breath. Everyone waited for this battle — yet aside from Zhang Bairen, Dao Yi, the monkey, the Man-Devil, and a small number of others, very few dared to come.

In the star domain, celestial-penetrating divine eyes and heaven-observing divine formations had long since been arranged. The great powerful clans all hoped to observe this battle.

Boom!

A distant rumble. A blazing arc of electricity ripped through the cosmos and entered the mythological battlefield. Chaos Qi surged and billowed — one more person was now present at the scene.

The moment he appeared, calm vanished from every location. A most terrifying great battle was about to begin. Many people clenched their fists — even more tense than those actually in the arena.

His true face could not be seen clearly — there was only Chaos surging and churning. He seemed to stand within the era before heaven and earth had opened, as various runes appeared and ten thousand Daos resonated in harmony — as if he were a sovereign master of all!

Clang…

A bell rang out, shaking the cosmos. The Golden Crow Great Emperor appeared and said, “Fellow Dao friends — let us withdraw from this battlefield. The decisive battle is about to begin.”

The Old Madman, the Battle-Victorious Buddha, Huo Qizi, the divine sovereign, Yin Tiande, and the others nodded, all departing in the first moment. The mythological battlefield instantly grew even more silent.

In the star river outside, everyone was shaken. This battle was clearly no ordinary matter — even a Great Emperor could only stand watch here to maintain order, not as a participant.

Whatever the outcome, this battle was destined to be recorded among the annals of the mightiest divine battles in history!

“Is the Chaos Physique truly so powerful?”

Before the decisive battle, people recalled those fragmentary legends that had nearly been obliterated in the mythological age. In that period, there had been a Chaos Physique, coexisting in the same era as the Nine Great Heavenly Sovereigns.

This bloodline was acclaimed as the most terrifying — even the ancient Heavenly Sovereigns had found it a headache and had suffered from it.

It was said that if this physique appeared, attaining the Dao was only a matter of time — one would eventually succeed. Moreover, one need not worry that in that same era someone had already attained the Dao!

Therefore, there was a legend that the Heavenly Sovereigns and Dao Sovereigns who existed in the same age as the Chaos Physique all felt very helpless and had shed blood.

Unfortunately, in that one age there is any knowledge of, the Chaos Physique had not managed to grow to maturity — he was slain by a Heavenly Sovereign while still ascending the stairs, and that ancient sovereign himself had also bled and suffered grave injuries.

With such natural gifts, and such battle results — how could this not shake the world?

After the Chaos Physique died, his body was refined into a supreme formation array of the world, serving as the medium upon which a supreme being carved his Dao markings, suppressed within the Northern Dipper and used to pave the path to immortality.

These various accounts all spoke to the supreme strength of this physique!

“It’s that person!” Zhang Qingyang and Long Yuxuan stood beside Xiao Song and let out cries of surprise. On the road from the Northern Dipper to the Heavenly Court, they had seen someone crossing tribulation — and it was this same blurred silhouette, with the same aura.

At the same moment, Ye Fan also recognized the opponent. “So it truly is you!”

“That’s right, I’ve come. This is our final battle!” From within the Chaos Qi, that person spoke calmly — none of the fierce dominance or arrogance the outside world had imagined.

Boom!

Without warning, the battle between the two erupted. Chaos Qi spread and expanded, swallowing the entire battlefield. From outside it was impossible to see through — the state of the battle between the two was invisible.

That place underwent a tremendous collision, extremely fierce — resembling a great emperor battle. The Golden Crow Great Emperor standing watch changed expression several times.

How powerful was this Chaos Physique — truly living up to his name. Everyone was shaken. This person did not disappoint them. One had to know that among all the great battles that had taken place in this era, even ancient Heavenly Sovereigns could not necessarily have been so ferocious.

“Aaoooh…”

As the fierce fighting intensified, the Chaos Qi gradually grew thinner, and a blurred scene began to project outward.

A blurred silhouette moved with a speed as swift as an immortal’s. Not only did Chaos laws shoot forth from him, but various immortal spirits also surrounded him, setting him off as if he were a sovereign immortal king.

He surged forward — the Chaos battlefield shook and collapsed beneath his steps. Driving the Azure Dragon, the Serpent-Spirit, the Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger, the Roc, and other immortal spirits to charge forward, he engaged Ye Fan in great battle.

“So ferocious!” Even Huo Qizi — that stubborn man with a will as hard as iron — gave a long sigh.

Each immortal spirit was a great Dao, formed from the most ancient rune-emperor-characters, and the Chaos Physique could drive ten thousand Daos — representing the will of heaven and earth, killing until all things were extinguished.

Ye Fan struck punch after punch. The Azure Dragon’s body, long as a star river, snapped and broke in half, dragon blood spattering in all directions. The Vermilion Bird cried out in grief, falling like a sun crashing to earth in desolation. The White Tiger roared in sorrow, its massive mountain-like body toppling into a pool of blood…

Ye Fan was cold and merciless. When the Heavenly Emperor Fist was unleashed, the cosmos collapsed — this level of combat power struck awe into the mortal world.

One after another, the enormous immortal spirits toppled into blood pools, yet they came ceaselessly, each one different from the last. When these fell, there were still the Soaring Serpent, the Immortal Phoenix, the Taotie, and others.

The Chaos Physique moved with a presence that overawed the world. Immortal spirits surrounded him without end. When his palm struck downward, laws surged like an ocean, shaking Ye Fan’s body until it rocked. He began to trade blows head-on with the Heavenly Emperor Fist.

“What an astonishing person — truly worthy of the mightiest bloodline. His physical body is in no way inferior to the historically strongest Holy Body. This is truly terrifying!”

Everyone was astonished. People discovered that in the great collision between the two, the flesh between Ye Fan’s thumb and forefinger had split open, with specks of blood scattering outward — this was simply difficult to believe.

What caused Ye Tong, Flower, and the others to let out a long breath of relief was that this person’s palm and fingers were also stained with blood — he too had been pounded by the Heavenly Emperor Fist into a state of repeated injury, blood flowing.

As for the great Dao laws — they collided like surging torrents between the two, with dazzling brilliant light constantly flying and scattering, like immortal blossoms in bloom, each one achingly gorgeous.

“Yao Guang — he is actually Yao Guang!”

Everyone was left utterly dumbfounded. When the Chaos Qi grew thin, people could scarcely believe their own eyes — that person’s true face had been revealed. Finely handsome as warm jade, transcending above the mortal world — it was Yao Guang!

“Back in that battle, was he not dead? He was struck down by the Holy Body Ye Fan at the Fifth Emperor Pass. How can he be alive and returning — and as the Chaos Physique?”

Many people trembled, wearing expressions of utter disbelief, unable to accept this reality — for in those years, no small number of people had personally witnessed that battle with their own eyes.

When the news broke, every clan was shaken. Those in the Northern Dipper star domain especially had complex feelings — what was the meaning of all this? In the end, it was him who came to fight the decisive battle against Ye Fan!

“I understand now — on that day, he simply used Ye Fan to break his shackles. That body had imprisoned him.”

“Exactly — do you all remember what he said that day?”

Everyone’s hearts shivered. The events of those years surfaced in their minds. On that day, Yao Guang had calmly walked toward his death in battle, stained with blood yet not retreating, meeting Ye Fan in a great confrontation.

Because at that time, his road had already reached its end. The demonic body had shackled his Dao — he could no longer advance.

“One final battle — release, or transcendence — it all lies in this last battle.”

The bleak words of that day still echoed in people’s ears. Only at this moment did people suddenly understand: even at the moment of his death, he had been narrating his own path.

“When Yao Guang should have faded into desolate stillness — this heaven-swallowing demonic art, this demonic body, shackled too much. Only Elder Brother Ye could have broken through his imprisonment.” Those were his last heartbreaking words before his death.

At the time there had been something rather tragic about it. Before his death he seemed to both weep and not weep, to both laugh and not laugh — there was sorrow and also joy. His expression was very complex. In the end, through tears, he revealed a smile bright as sunlight and waved his hand to everyone. His flesh and blood body exploded apart.

Yet there had been this profound truth within it all!

Everyone suddenly understood: in those years, Ye Fan’s Yao Guang had been using Ye Fan’s hands to undergo a new birth.

In truth, after his death, the primordial essence within his body had transformed into six thousand four hundred streams of vital energy that shot toward the ten reaches of the cosmos — and all had seen it. That vital energy had actually carried within it the hope of life.

“Yao Guang!” Ye Fan called out.

“No — Yao Guang has faded into stillness. I am Chaos.” He smiled gently, yet with an inexpressible loneliness and sorrow that could not be concealed.

“No matter who you are, fighting with me today — you will not escape defeat and death,” Ye Fan said.

“Perhaps. But I have still come, because this battle cannot be avoided!” Yao Guang — or perhaps one could also call him Chaos — was as brilliantly radiant as sunshine.

Just this one sentence was enough to express all of his thoughts. This battle truly could not be avoided. The two had known each other since their youth, and too many things had happened along the way — in the end, they had come to stand on opposing sides. There was no choice but to determine who was the supreme sovereign of the mortal world, with the other falling.

Both were dragons among men — rare talents of ten thousand ages, gifted by heaven. Yet it was destined that one of them would perish.

Boom!

The most intense battle erupted. Above Yao Guang’s head appeared a Chaos Cauldron — a four-legged square cauldron. Above Ye Fan’s head appeared a Primordial Qi Cauldron — a three-legged, two-eared round cauldron.

The two went head to head. Even their weapons were similar. Their cauldrons crashed together in a tremendous collision.

This battle was fought until sun and moon lost their light and the mortal world lost its colors. Yao Guang cast aside all his previous techniques and paths — his every strike and movement was filled with profound principles, Chaos laws surging forth as he swept in all eight directions.

Ye Fan’s Dao actually began to show signs of being suppressed. When his techniques were unleashed, the Chaos radiance of the other side absorbed them, making them part of Yao Guang himself.

Everyone knew: Ye Fan had truly met his match. This battle was destined to be extremely arduous. The Chaos Physique was truly terrifying — no wonder legends said he caused Heavenly Sovereigns to shed blood before even attaining the Dao, nearly dying in the process.

“Kill!”

Ye Fan’s eyes blazed with brilliance. The flesh between his thumb and forefinger had split open — all was blood. Yet his will was resolute and unyielding, and he continued to drive forward and strike with killing intent.

Boom!

With divine power that surpassed all, the earth-shaking blow the two sides struck together reduced the mythological battlefield to shattered fragments, its impact reaching the outside world. This shook people greatly — not even a battle between supreme beings in those years had been so terrifying.

“Both have employed the ‘All’ secret — a tenfold increase in combat power. That is why they struck such a world-shaking blow!” Zhang Bairen exclaimed.

Yao Guang also had mastered the ‘All’ secret. But this secret art was not necessarily the decisive key to victory — any single technique, when taken to its absolute extreme, was terrifying. It was simply that using it at the same time showcased its might.

This battle was fought until heaven and earth grew dim. This region of the cosmos shattered and broke apart. The mythological battlefield was destroyed beyond recognition. They fought for several thousand moves — and still neither side gained the upper hand.

This was the most terrifying and ferocious battle Ye Fan had faced since becoming sovereign over all under heaven!

In the end, Yao Guang transformed into a Chaos great furnace and charged forward, enveloping Ye Fan, intending to smelt and refine him.

Ye Fan in turn transformed into a cauldron. First he was refined within the great furnace — and then broke back out from within it, drawing the Chaos radiance into his own body, transforming it into furnace fire as the hundred meridians within his body roared.

The two fought, continuously churning and rolling.

This battle lasted an entire day. The intensity was such that people shook. In the end, the two, covered in blood and with bodies shattered, fell out of the collision.

“Truly an ending — this time, Yao Guang will be extinguished forever.” Yao Guang gave a bleak and lonely sigh.

“You could have lived,” Ye Fan said.

Within a golden radiance, stained with blood, coughing up blood continuously — yet smiling. “The cosmos is vast, but it cannot simultaneously contain both you and me,” he said.

Ye Fan was silent.

“This Chaos Physique of mine ultimately has its flaw — in this life, I could only cultivate to this step.” Yao Guang gave a bleak smile — as if mocking himself, as if also conveying a piece of information to Ye Fan.

Pfft!

He exploded apart. A flower of blood scattered outward. A true fading — he would be difficult to find again in this world.

“To have an opponent like you…” The last of Yao Guang’s words went unfinished, leaving only remnant echoes reverberating through the mythological battlefield.

The wind of heaven blew, weeping with a mournful moan. One generation’s outstanding hero, Yao Guang — he fell in this manner. This outcome left many people in silence.

“The Battle-Victorious Buddha has passed into nirvana!” someone suddenly shouted, shattering this silence.

Everyone was stricken with grief. At this moment, a hundred emotions surged within them. The death of an outstanding hero in battle, the withering away of the old generation — this was the road of the cultivator.

The joys and sorrows of the emperor’s path, the battles of the mortal world — composed into one resounding battle hymn. Glory that belonged to one person alone — built upon the blood and tears of too many. Watch that person rise, watch that person stand at the absolute pinnacle, watch that person look down upon all under heaven — yet behind them lay endless piles of bones, a long road of blood. Supreme under heaven and earth, alone — this cruelty was of such a kind.

Enemies, friends, family — as one walked toward that ultimate brilliance, most of them had already passed. Turning back to look, what remained?