“It’s not necessarily Ye Fan,” some said. “Perhaps someone is playing tricks, creating illusions to confuse the world.”
Some even believed this person was a disciple of an Ancient Saint from beyond the domain, merely cooperating with Ye Fan’s old friends, his identity remaining suspicious.
Ye Fan and this super half-saint engaged in a duel. Every move and gesture flowed with profound principles. At such a realm, they moved with complete freedom, unbound by fixed forms.
Li Wentian’s power was extraordinary. As a super half-saint, his cultivation had reached a state of sublime perfection. Every divine technique he unleashed was exquisite to its finest point, untouched by the mundane world. His destructive force was tremendous — utterly unlike his graceful and elegant bearing — for every strike of his shattered mountains and scattered clouds!
“Sss!”
A mere aftershock — spilling from between Li Wentian’s fingers — fell into the distance. With a thunderous boom, that entire area was swallowed by radiant light, and nothing could be seen.
When the dust and smoke finally cleared, the magnificent mountains and rivers had been leveled to flat ground.
This was a calamity. Dozens of towering peaks were reduced to ash. Two great rivers were evaporated dry. Grass and trees became charred remains. A vast, boundless desert appeared in their place.
This scene chilled people from head to toe. A mere aftershock had wiped out an entire stretch of mountain terrain — leaving nothing behind.
A battle of this magnitude… the destructive power was too staggering. It filled every onlooker’s heart with a deep chill. Any movement could bring catastrophic devastation upon living creatures, beyond all measure and reckoning.
Ye Fan had encountered half-saints before. In his last great battle against the Eight Divine Generals, he alone had slain several. Yet compared to Li Wentian before him now, there was still a clear gap.
This half-saint was truly a formidable opponent — even stronger than the half-saint Ku Ci he had encountered at Lanto Temple in the Western Desert. Truly worthy of being the prized disciple of an Ancient Saint from beyond the domain, a rare existence in the world.
When the true battle erupted, Li Wentian’s brow furrowed as well. His opponent was several minor cultivation levels below him, yet could actually contend with him in battle — something that would have been unthinkable in the past.
Worthy indeed of the place where the path to immortality is about to open! That was the only conclusion he could draw. The Emperors of the Immemorial Age and the Great Emperors of antiquity had all converged upon this ancient star. Naturally, their descendants and inheritors would be of terrifying caliber.
The two fought fiercely. Divine techniques clashed against each other, Dao cultivation was compared and tested. Radiant clouds and colorful mists billowed and surged, and the two became two masses of blazing light — the onlookers could barely make out their figures.
As time stretched on, Li Wentian began to feel the creeping sensation of defeat. Though he had not fallen behind, he was a half-saint. For someone of a higher realm to be unable to suppress someone of a lower realm — this was deeply unsettling.
In the distance, Wang Xu’s face had turned an iron grey. His body was covered in wounds. More than a dozen of his bones had been shattered by Ye Fan’s Heaven’s Sound technique. His heart burned with both fury and shock — his senior brother could not suppress the opponent.
“This person is several minor cultivation levels below Senior Brother and is not yet a saint. How can he possibly contend with Li Senior Brother as an equal? The people of this ancient star are too terrifying.” Wang Xu’s expression grew darker and darker.
It had always been Li Wentian who crossed cultivation realms to battle other great lords — never had he encountered someone who could reverse that dynamic and challenge him. Now, at last, he understood just how fearsome the Human Race Sacred Body truly was.
Li Wentian held a Bright Moon Blade in his hand — clear and luminous as autumn water — and slashed it toward Ye Fan’s head. The strike carved out a rainbow arc of light, like a mass of silver moonlight falling from the sky.
“Ding!”
Ye Fan raised his dark-gold spear horizontally to deflect the Bright Moon Blade, then followed through with a sweeping motion. The spear’s sharp tip transformed into a meteor and thrust toward Li Wentian’s throat, shaking out a burst of rippling waves.
Li Wentian retreated. His body moved like moonlight — shifting, ethereal, and ever-changing — evading the strike. Without a sound, a black hole appeared in the void, pierced open by the sharp spear tip.
“Stimulate my Dao Bones, reveal my ancestral bloodline — the golden divine power flows endlessly, and the bloodline awakens.” Li Wentian’s voice grew low and heavy. As his phoenix-shaped eyes opened and closed, brilliant essence poured forth, and his aura grew sharper and more intense.
His entire body radiated golden light from the inside out, transforming into a golden hue, as though he had become a man cast from pure gold — forcibly refining and absorbing the Ancient Emperor’s true blood that had been sealed within his body!
He was a half-saint, employing a secret art to catalyze his dormant potential and unlock the treasures of the human body. In this brief, fleeting instant, he pushed his physical constitution to the absolute pinnacle of what it had ever been!
“BOOM!”
A terrifyingly powerful surge of presence erupted. In an instant, the ten thousand mountains and valleys trembled. Every living creature shuddered in fright, overcome by boundless dread.
Li Wentian had undergone “atavistic reversion” — transforming himself through a severe and demanding secret art into a manifestation of the Ancient Emperor’s bloodline. It was as though he had transcended the mortal world and entered the realm of saints. His entire body shone as though forged from molten gold, dazzling to the extreme — even his hair had turned golden.
“Your life is mine!”
He held the Bright Moon Blade and carved out a blade arc several thousand zhang in length. Everything in its path — mountains, rivers, land — was reduced to fine powder. He descended like a war deity incarnate.
Moments ago, he had not dared engage Ye Fan in direct physical combat, relying instead on divine techniques and guerrilla tactics. But now he had exploded into a dominance so overwhelming it left the onlookers pale with shock.
“Is this a preview of what an Ancient Emperor’s son reaching the half-saint realm would look like?” A solemn expression crossed Ye Fan’s face.
This enemy was far more terrifying than before. His entire body radiated an astonishing bloody aura. From the crown of his head, golden radiance rang out like clashing metal, towering between heaven and earth, looking down upon all the eight desolations.
“Clang!”
Ye Fan held his dark-gold spear and met the blow head-on, exchanging strike after fierce strike. Sparks flew in all directions, and traces of the Dao appeared one after another — this was truly a battle fought with everything on the line.
With every spark that fell to the ground from their battle, more than a dozen great mountains could be turned to scorched earth, annihilated. The destructive power was staggering.
“Clang!”
With a thunderous crash, divine light scattered down. A nine-tiered divine pagoda appeared, hovering above Li Wentian’s head. Wisps of primordial chaos qi coiled around it.
This was a powerful weapon — capable of both offense and defense, integrating attack and protection into one. The divine radiance that cascaded down from it shielded his body, significantly weakening Ye Fan’s assault.
At the same time, each of the nine tiers of the divine pagoda intermittently shot out streams of chaos sword qi — their killing power was astounding. Combined with the Bright Moon Blade’s attacks, Li Wentian became even more terrifying.
“Senior Brother is fighting with everything he has. He rarely undergoes ‘atavistic reversion’ to fight with the Ancient Emperor’s true blood. As a half-saint with his attack power surging, Human Race Sacred Body — you are dead!” Wang Xu said, gnashing his teeth.
Everyone fell utterly silent. They watched from a distance in stillness, uncertain of the battle’s outcome. Instantaneous atavistic reversion — this was a technique no one had ever heard of.
Ye Fan had indeed been drawn into a grueling fight. This half-saint far surpassed anyone he had faced before. The power of his bloodline was breathtaking — each strike earth-shattering. His golden bloody aura was like an ocean, and even Ye Fan could feel the pressure.
As for the others, they were suffocating wave after wave. It felt as though mountains were pressing down on their bodies, making it impossible to breathe. One by one, their faces turned white as snow. Every bird and beast across the great wilderness prostrated itself on the ground, trembling and cowering in the direction of the battle.
“Swish!”
Relying on the Movement Script’s extreme speed, Ye Fan transformed into a beam of light. Holding his dark-gold spear, a single thrust launched ten thousand streaks of killing light — never leaving Li Wentian’s vital points.
“Is this truly the Human Race Sacred Body? Why have we not seen him use the All-Mother Qi Cauldron?” Those watching grew suspicious.
“Could it be he still has energy in reserve and does not need the cauldron for defense?” Some hearts trembled.
“Clang! Clang!”
Ye Fan’s body transformed into a bolt of lightning, leaving what seemed to be a brand burned into the void itself. He wielded his dark-gold spear as though it were a saber, slashing continuously thousands of times — every single strike landing on Li Wentian’s back. The metallic clashing rang out without end.
Li Wentian’s Dao cultivation was profound and deep. With his back to Ye Fan, he held the Bright Moon Blade reversed behind him, blocking every assault. Meanwhile, the divine pagoda above his head rained down sacred radiance, dissolving the attacks.
“Kill!”
Tens upon tens of thousands of collisions — Li Wentian’s golden radiance blazed ever brighter. Seizing the initiative, he launched a fierce offensive. The Bright Moon Blade flowed like a hanging celestial river, its light pouring down in an endless torrent.
“There is the aura of our clan’s Ancient Emperor!” Even the members of the Golden Clan were stirred, their expressions shifting. The Golden Princess watched closely and intently — this bloodline aura was denser and purer than even that of her own clansmen.
Through the intense clashes, Li Wentian grew ever more dominant — possessed of a spirit that could break open the very sky. He entered a state of invincibility, growing braver and more divine with every exchange. Golden light surged and billowed — he was without equal.
Ye Fan let out a long cry. The invincible fist intent of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist — surpassing the cycle — was unleashed, tearing open everything before him. Even in Li Wentian’s dominant state, he was forced to retreat.
“Hum!”
All manner of sounds rang out together. A blurred and wondrous phenomenon appeared — interwoven and overlapping, forming a terrifying combination that froze Li Wentian in place for a single instant.
The Sacred Body phenomenon, briefly unified — its power was supremely bizarre, matchless in might. It was as though eternity itself had been stilled — capable of attacking toward the future, capable of killing into the past!
“Thud!”
Li Wentian was struck by the phenomenon’s attack. His entire person was sent flying horizontally, blood gushing wildly from his mouth. He had suffered grievous wounds.
In that instant, his spirit wilted. The golden sacred light across his body receded like a retreating tide, leaving him utterly exhausted.
“How can this be? After Senior Brother undergoes atavistic reversion, it should last at least one full hour. Yet today, not even a quarter of an hour has passed!” Wang Xu was horror-struck, a wave of numbness crawling across his scalp.
When the bloodline undergoes atavistic reversion, one’s physical constitution becomes supremely terrifying — but there is a powerful after-effect. Once the state is exited, the body becomes extremely weak.
Li Wentian had been struck by Ye Fan’s phenomenon, forcing him to exit the atavistic reversion state abruptly. This was undeniably catastrophic — not only did his overwhelming physical constitution vanish, even his Dao cultivation and divine power weakened by a significant margin.
“Bullying the weak with overwhelming strength, wounding my disciple — punishment will come.” Ye Fan murmured quietly.
Yet Li Wentian was standing so close that he heard every word with perfect clarity. A chill ran through his entire body. The bloodline power had receded, the golden light withdrawn. He swiftly retreated — this was his period of vulnerability, and continuing to fight would mean certain death.
“Where do you think you’re going!” Ye Fan gave chase.
“Block him — rescue Li Wentian.” The Golden Princess spoke.
Two half-saints appeared, leading eight or nine guards who charged forward to intercept Ye Fan, intent on saving Li Wentian.
“Anyone who blocks my path even one step — I will leave them drenched in blood within five steps!” Ye Fan said in a low, cold voice, his expression merciless.
He formed a seal with his fingers and pressed forward in pursuit. Li Wentian did everything in his power to resist, but his body was weakened — how could he withstand the surging vitality of the Human Race Sacred Body? He was shaken until cracks appeared across his entire body.
“BOOM!”
He threw his head back and let out a roar. The divine pagoda above his head shot into the air, rising to meet the heavens, then came crashing down — enveloping Ye Fan within it.
This was a half-saint’s weapon, forged from the finest Daluo Silver Essence. In the not-too-distant future, it was destined to become a world-renowned sacred weapon — a rarity in the world that even saints would covet with envious eyes.
The divine pagoda expanded, swallowing the heavens and earth, drawing Ye Fan inside — like an ancient primordial beast, its belly forming a world unto itself.
“What a terrifying weapon — it has actually contained him. If we all strike together, we could very likely refine him into a pool of bloody remains,” said one of the Golden Clan’s half-saints.
Others stirred with the same thought. They attacked together, sending beams of Dao light forward — truly intending to sacrifice-refine the pagoda and dissolve Ye Fan.
“Crack!”
But the moment they moved, the nine-tiered divine pagoda let out a sound of splitting and fracturing — a dense network of fine cracks appearing across its surface.
“Boom!”
In the next instant, the entire divine pagoda exploded. A surging, ocean-like vitality burst forth from within it. Though the Sacred Body’s bloody aura had not yet overflowed, the sheer presence it carried left every single person stunned.
Ye Fan’s black hair streamed in all directions, his gaze sharp as blades. With a single Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, he had directly shattered the divine pagoda and burst free. Not for even a moment had it been able to restrain him.
“That is a divine material — the finest Daluo Silver Essence. Even saints would find it difficult to obtain, and he… shattered it with his bare hands!”
Everyone was petrified.
“This… if he reaches the half-saint realm, he will very likely be able to catch sacred weapons with his bare hands. He is absolutely the Sacred Body!”
“BOOM!”
Cold lightning blazed from Ye Fan’s eyes. The invincible fist intent, transcending the Six Paths, was unleashed — the entire stretch of heaven and earth was destroyed. Sun, moon, and stars all seemed to tremble and fall, carrying an aura capable of grinding the mortal world to dust.
“Aah…!”
One of the half-saints bore the brunt of it, taking Ye Fan’s most powerful strike head-on.
This was undeniably horrifying. Though the man had tried desperately to evade, half of his body immediately became a bloody mist. He was sent flying sideways, blood splashing several hundred zhang.
He was no Li Wentian — even though both were half-saints, the gap between them was vast. There was no comparison to be made.
“Pfft!”
Ye Fan transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged forward. With a casual press of his palm, two more guards had their chests caved in — they were then dissolved into a rain of blood, their divine souls extinguished on the spot.
At the same time, Ye Fan delivered a follow-up strike. The half-saint who had been sent flying was utterly reduced to a mass of pulped flesh, his soul also extinguished.
“Thud!”
Even though Li Wentian had retreated quickly and continued to resist, he still could not withstand Ye Fan’s assault. He was suppressed by a single Heaven-Overturning Seal and seized — grabbed into Ye Fan’s hand.