The Supreme Ultimate Divine Diagram was profoundly mysterious beyond all measure — it was the understanding of “Dao” that the ancients had etched into being after achieving the ultimate sublimation, containing supreme and ineffable truths that could not be fully articulated.
How many layers of profound Dao principles were woven within it, no person in the world could say. Ye Fan had only glimpsed a small corner of it and had barely begun to manifest it — there remained infinite space for further comprehension.
Boom!
The sky was shattered on the spot, giving birth to a bottomless black hole that devoured everything. The very minds of the onlookers were nearly swallowed into it.
Crack, crack, crack…
One after another, black fissures spread outward in all directions. With the black hole as their origin, they obliterated everything in their path — for it was the black hole that represented the source of all annihilation.
Ye Fan’s left hand was glossy black and brilliant, becoming the extreme Yin “divine point” of the Supreme Ultimate Diagram — the manifest traces of the Dao given form — possessing the power to crush and destroy all things.
Thud!
It was a terrifying collision. Both of them had displayed supreme sacred arts from the very first exchange — Yin-Yang Dao against Supreme Ultimate Dao!
The two bore many similarities, yet the distinction lay in the two points of the Supreme Ultimate Diagram: within the Yang portion resides a point of extreme Yin, and within the Yin portion resides a point of extreme Yang.
This slight difference articulated a Dao separated by tens of millions of li — with entirely different manifestations, giving rise to wholly different Dao attainments.
Rumble…
The void collapsed in on itself repeatedly, energy surging violently — this was a collision of two similar Daos, and it resonated deeply with both combatants!
Because the two Daos shared common ground even as they diverged fundamentally in their manifestations, both men held their breath, bringing every ounce of their ability to bear.
This was no longer a contest of raw power — it was a contest of each man’s understanding of his own Dao and his conviction in upholding it. Only one’s own cultivated path was the supreme Dao — and this was a faith neither of them could be shaken from.
Boom!
The black hole manifested by Ye Fan’s left hand destroyed all things and consumed everything, more unfathomable than the deepest abyss.
The black sky manifested by the Holy Son of Yin-Yang’s left hand pressed down from above — tall as a mountain range, vast as the earth — yet it was fracturing and cracking, visibly on the verge of collapse.
Boom!
With a final great crash, the black sky shattered apart. Struck down and demolished by the extreme Yin divine point manifested by Ye Fan’s left hand, it ceased to exist in any form.
The Holy Son of Yin-Yang let out a shout, his black hair in wild disarray as he was sent flying backward, a thread of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The eyes sharp as sword blades showed a flicker of genuine shock.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood without moving, golden blood energy surging skyward from his entire body, making him appear as if cast from divine gold — like a battle-saint of remote antiquity.
“Four Extremes Secret Realm…” the crowd erupted in commotion, every face registering astonishment. No one could quite believe it.
“Did he not sever his cultivation? How can he still possess such terrifying combat power? Could it be that what Divine Physician Wang said is not the truth?” People were uncertain and alarmed, and many showed expressions of fear.
The disciples of the various sacred grounds in particular — quite a number of whom had followed to this location specifically to determine Ye Fan’s true condition — all furrowed their brows.
“He must have severed his cultivation…” Some recalled the other thing Divine Physician Wang had said: if Ye Fan staked his life, he could display Four Extremes Secret Realm power, but it would consume boundless life-essence. He had at most ten such life-or-death battles left in him — after that, his body would perish and his Dao would dissipate.
The Holy Son of Yin-Yang’s gaze was utterly frigid. “Since you wish to stake your life, I will grant your wish. I shall let you witness my true power.”
Boom!
He wiped clean the thread of blood at the corner of his mouth, and light of incomparable magnitude erupted from his body — too brilliant to look directly upon, like a black-and-white sun blazing furiously, illuminating the entire barren plain.
His imposing presence was peerless — like a divine rainbow piercing the sun, like a great tidal wave crashing into the nine heavens. He was like a divine being freed from its shackles, breaking out from the depths of hell.
Now, the Holy Son of Yin-Yang emanated waves of energy that made people shudder and recoil in dread — extraordinarily dangerous, his entire body enveloped in black-and-white mist, as if primordial chaos were surging in turmoil.
“He was suppressing his own power before — he has actually broken through to the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm!”
“This is the Yin-Yang Sealing Art of the Central Province’s supreme great sect — suppressing oneself in ordinary times in pursuit of continuous breakthroughs. He is already a supreme young powerhouse at the first change of Dragon Transformation!”
The crowd fell back, deeply shaken. This was absolutely a terrifying figure — someone nearly peerless among his entire generation.
The Holy Son of Yin-Yang wore a purple-gold coronet, the Yin-Yang Sword strapped to his back, black hair billowing, gaze piercing. Standing amid heaven and earth, he was as imposing as a Celestial Lord descending into the world.
Ye Fan felt a jolt and dared not take the matter lightly. He elevated his combat power to its peak and said: “In the second half of my life, I have only ten chances to manifest the Four Extremes Secret Realm cultivation. I made a vow long ago — each battle must claim one Holy Son-level figure, or the life-force consumed would not be worth it.”
The crowd drew sharp breaths. Only ten great battles remaining in a lifetime, each one requiring the death of a Holy Son-level figure — the Holy Body was truly terrifying!
The Holy Son of Yin-Yang’s eyes went cold. “You have no more chances. I shall wash my holy sword with your sacred blood and offer it as a sacrifice to the Holy Maiden’s spirit!”
A young powerhouse of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm — there were very few such figures in the world, and at this moment in the Eastern Wastelands there were barely any. The Holy Son of Yin-Yang was now as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.
“First there was Hua Yunfei, then the Golden-Winged Peng King — now the Holy Son of Yin-Yang has emerged as well. It seems that all the Holy Sons have felt the urgency. Those who have not entered the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm would likely not dare to step forward so casually anymore.”
Everyone’s hearts were unsettled, all of them murmuring among themselves.
“Then again — perhaps those Holy Sons have already reached this realm. It is entirely possible they have simply been keeping it concealed.”
People’s hearts could not settle. The Holy Body had appeared in the world and fought consecutively against supreme young powerhouses of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, creating an incomparably intense sense of pressure upon the entire younger generation.
Now, if one wished to contend among the younger generation, without breaking through to this realm, one simply had no footing to stand on!
“This young wretch has actually driven his combat power to the Four Extremes Secret Realm — let this old one take his life instead. There is no need to waste any more time.”
From behind, the two elders spoke almost simultaneously and began walking forward together.
“There is no need — killing him would only dirty the hands of the two great elders. I am enough to slay him!” The Holy Son of Yin-Yang said, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
Both elders shook their heads and advanced together. One of them said: “We came to the Eastern Wastelands for one reason only — to take his head. It does not matter who kills him.”
They treated Ye Fan as meat upon a chopping block — his fate theirs to decide — and did not consider this to be any great difficulty, regarding him with eyes full of contempt.
At that moment, the killing intent they radiated was terrifying, causing Ye Fan to feel tremendous pressure. He could not help but furrow his brow.
“Don’t bully my big brother…” Xiao Nannan clutched the Old Madman’s trouser leg, her large eyes brimming with tears, deeply worried.
“Little girl — all of this started because of you. In this lifetime, you cannot escape the fate of becoming a Yin Servant!” One of the cold elders cast a cold glance in her direction.
“It’s Nannan’s fault — it has nothing to do with big brother…” Xiao Nannan was frightened and aggrieved, looking at them with timid eyes.
“Nannan, you need not worry — they are nothing.” Ye Fan smiled, the peaceful smile on his face offering comfort to the little one so she would not fret.
“The two great elders need not act — I am absolutely resolved to slay him with my own hand!” The Holy Son of Yin-Yang was supremely proud. Ever since the Holy Maiden was slain, he had harbored a towering fury within him that could not be vented.
These past days, standing before the princes of the Central Province and the Holy Sons of the various supreme great sects, he had felt deeply uncomfortable — always sensing curious gazes fixed upon him. Only by personally slaying the Holy Body could he sweep away every shred of humiliation.
“Then let this old one first dispose of these extraneous people!”
The two elders turned their pitiless gaze upon Li Heishui and the Great Black Dog, then looked toward the Old Madman and Xiao Nannan with killing intent laid bare. “This little girl has bones of jade and flesh of fairy — what a pity she has no sense in that head of hers. She shall only be fit to become a Yin Servant!”
Hum!
The two men stepped forward, and the void trembled beneath their feet, the pressure making it difficult for the onlookers to breathe.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Great Black Dog and Li Heishui moved with extraordinary slipperiness, hiding themselves behind the Old Madman in an instant without a word, provoking the others with their eyes alone.
“Send you on your way!”
One of the elders smiled without warmth and with cold cruelty, reaching a great hand forward to envelop everyone beneath it.
“Uncle…” Xiao Nannan’s eyes glistened with tears, and she pushed the Old Madman’s leg again.
The imposingly built Old Madman finally showed a reaction. A flash of light passed through the vacant eyes within his wild hair as he looked down at Xiao Nannan. He then picked her up and settled her on his shoulder.
“Courting death!” One of the great elders of Yin-Yang showed no emotion whatsoever. His large hand came striking down, reaching for the top of the Old Madman’s skull.
“Someone who wants to live forever is truly weary of life!” the Great Black Dog muttered from behind, shaking its head.
The Yin-Yang Sect’s great elder’s eyes were dark and vicious, and he sneered with cold cruelty. “All of you — go and die!” His hand was moments from landing on top of the Old Madman’s skull.
Yet the Old Madman made not a single movement. He only raised his head and glanced at the elder — the vacant eyes releasing two flickers of light that vanished in an instant.
“Ahh…”
That great elder cried out at once, then with a thud collapsed from the sky and lay completely still. His eyes were open wide, filled with terror — dead beyond any doubt, killed instantly.
“Good heavens — what just happened?!”
Everyone cried out in alarm, unable to comprehend what they had seen.
“It seems he was only glared at by that wild-haired strange man — and a powerhouse of the eighth change of Dragon Transformation simply died!”
Each and every person was shaken to the core, unable to understand why this had happened.
“You…”
The other great elder roared in fury, spitting an ancient bronze pagoda from his mouth — it swelled to the size of a mountain — and sent it pressing down to suppress the Old Madman.
Yet the Old Madman still made no movement. He simply looked forward for a moment, and a glimmer of light flickered and died in his eyes.
Boom!
The entire pagoda crumbled to pieces, ground into fine dust — ceasing to exist entirely.
At the same moment, this great elder let out a single wail of anguish before tumbling down from the high sky, kicked his feet once — and was dead.
This time, the onlookers saw it with absolute clarity, and terror seized every soul. Two great elders of the eighth change of Dragon Transformation had been stared to death by that wild-haired strange man.
“Who are you?!” From the shadows, another elder appeared. Not daring to approach, he pointed at the group and shouted: “Wait right there — I am going to bring the several Supreme Elders. Not one of you will escape — let us see how you contend against Great Able Ones!”
“What is so great about Great Able Ones? If you have the courage, bring your supreme sect master as well!” the Great Black Dog howled, its enormous mouth nearly splitting back to its ears.
“Wait for us!” The elder glanced at the Old Madman and flew away like the wind, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye.
“Who is this wild-haired strange man — how can he be this terrifying? What level of power has he actually reached?”
“With a single glance he killed two powerhouses of the eighth change of Dragon Transformation — this is truly as improbable as a fairy tale!”
There was not a soul who was not shaken, each and every one of them trembling. The Old Madman’s power exceeded anything they could have imagined, and every heart was pounding in alarm.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan and the Holy Son of Yin-Yang’s battle was in full and violent swing.
The Holy Son of Yin-Yang took note of the situation nearby, and his heart lurched violently. He wanted to flee — that strange man had made his skin crawl.
But Ye Fan had locked onto him, and he smiled coldly. “I said it — once I display the Four Extremes Secret Realm cultivation, a Holy Son-level figure must fall!”
“I am not afraid of you. I shall slay you today!” The Holy Son of Yin-Yang let out a great shout, and with a clang, he drew the Yin-Yang Holy Sword!
Hum!
This entire expanse of heaven and earth seemed to be sealed — becoming a sword domain belonging to one person alone. Yin and Yang energy flowed and cycled, an endless killing presence soaring to the heavens!
“You are all here at last — today, none of you are leaving!” A long cry came from the distant sky, and more than a dozen figures closed in at speed.
The Great Able Ones of the Yin-Yang Sect had not yet arrived, but the elder-generation figures of the Purple Subtlety Sect had appeared first — plainly coming to seek justice for Zhao Fa.
“Take all of them. Aside from the Holy Body, kill everyone else on sight — not one of them shall escape!” A white-haired elder radiated killing intent without restraint.
Flash!
More than a dozen immensely powerful figures swiftly surrounded the Old Madman’s group, each exuding a surging murderous aura — and among them was even a half-step Great Able One!