“Chiyun is dead, his body smashed to pieces by the Human Race’s Sacred Body, blood splattering across the crimson earth, leveling nine peaks—not even a wisp of his divine sense managed to escape!”
Chiyun, a formidable expert of the Blood Lightning Clan, lay dead in the wilderness, having died on a battlefield tens of thousands of miles from his clan’s ancestral land, both body and soul utterly destroyed. This shocked everyone.
“Such an ancient sage, possessing extraordinary cultivation, yet meeting such an end—truly lamentable and regrettable. The Human Race’s Sacred Body is simply too dominant.”
This was a tremendous uproar. Ye Fan had first beheaded Yinyue, then slain Chiyun, shocking the world within just a few days, drawing the attention of all under heaven, with countless sages watching closely.
If this had happened to an ordinary person, it would be one thing, but this was a dignified Ancestor King, standing high above others, ruling over a domain—yet he had been beaten to death by a pair of golden fists!
“Has the rise of the Human Race’s Sacred Body become unstoppable? To dare make such a move while the whole world is hunting him shows he fears nothing.” Some sneered coldly.
This was a severe provocation to their dignity. Such retaliation and counter-killing didn’t just kill Chiyun—it was tantamount to slapping all of them in the face.
Although Ye Fan hadn’t said anything yet, he had already used real action to challenge them: dare to come after me, and I will kill you!
This was a fierce counterattack, suffocatingly oppressive. The death of an Ancestor King was no small matter—no one could treat it lightly.
That day, the entire world erupted in uproar. Above the heavens and below the earth, on the ancient stars and battlefields beyond the domain, everyone was discussing it.
“Who would have thought our Human Race produced such a figure—finally we’ve had a moment to hold our heads high, taking the initiative to slaughter an Ancient Clan Ancestor King. Marvelous!”
“Haha… good, how many years have I been waiting for this, holding back my frustration for so long, finally this moment has come. Well killed—killing a few more would be even better.”
“These Primordial Ancients have been far too domineering, abusing their power for all these years. Now that an Ancestor King has been killed… it’s truly satisfying!”
The Human Race was naturally elated and invigorated. Although they had Gai Jiuyou holding the fort, the White-Robed Divine King’s Aura of Power, and Wei Yi’s support over the years, the Human Race had still remained in a weaker position.
For the past two years, the Ancient Clans hadn’t dared to provoke carelessly, unwilling to start a war, yet they still held the dominant position—situations like today’s were rare.
At Purple Mansion Sacred Ground, known as the ancient resting place of immortals, purple energy steamed upward, ten thousand mountains stretched across the land like a dragon raising its head—extraordinarily mysterious.
An old woman stood before an ancient stone statue, bowing reverently. She rose and said, “The Human Race’s Sacred Body is even stronger than I imagined. If a true innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo were to come into the mortal world, would its performance be even more astonishing?”
She turned within the hall, gazing toward a distant peak wreathed in immortal mist, hazy and mysterious. There, a purple-robed maiden, her whole body snow-white and crystalline, sat cross-legged on a dao platform, black hair scattered loosely, gleaming with light. Her skin was like ice and bone like jade, transcendent and pure, her beautiful eyes closed, long lashes trembling faintly—like a banished immortal.
“Zixia, would you be willing—” The old woman stood on the peak and began to speak, but before she finished, the maiden interrupted her.
“I am not willing!” The maiden, like a spirit or an immortal, opened her beautiful eyes, radiating astonishing light.
“Another Ancestor King has been killed—his courage is not small!” In an ancient cave, smoke and mist billowed, flames scattered everywhere. Huo Qizi stood at the cave entrance, his eyes seeming to pierce through the void, staring into the distance.
Huo Lin’er, tall and slender, with bright eyes and white teeth, parted her red lips slightly and said, “Relying on his own strength to break the curse and reach this point is extraordinary. Even if he cannot attain the Dao, a Sacred Body at Great Accomplishment could still look down upon the world.”
“If he is not the protagonist of heaven and earth, if he cannot attain the Dao, he will eventually meet a desolate end. Whether he can achieve Great Accomplishment depends on whether he can walk that far,” Huo Qizi said. He seemed to recall something, his eyes flashing cold light. “My clan’s Qilin Immortality Elixir is still in his hands. I will take it back!”
The storm of the Ancestor King’s slaying swept across the land, shocking every region, with people discussing it everywhere.
Among them, the Ancient Clans were the most furious—this was the “junior” they had tried to eliminate years ago, and today he had grown to this level.
The sages from beyond the domain also took notice, though their attention on Ye Fan was purely because of the Green Cauldron. Their most urgent priority was obtaining this item, and they too were searching for it.
“Fellow Daoist Chiyun always treated others with kindness and warmth. Who would have thought he’d meet such an end—the Human Race’s Sacred Body has gone too far. I will take his head to avenge my old friend!”
Naturally, some were enraged, unable to resist cursing loudly, saying Ye Fan was too cruel, that striking down a sage was unforgivable by heaven’s law.
Ye Fan merely smiled at this. Others had already raised their butcher knives against him—did they expect him to show mercy? To him, not killing Chiyun would have been what heaven’s law couldn’t forgive.
“Think of how carefree and brilliant Fellow Daoist Chiyun was in the Primordial Era, his demeanor astonishing, never arrogant about his talent, quite caring toward fellow cultivators—yet he died like this. Does it not pain your hearts, everyone? Does the sword in your hand not cry out? Are you willing to avenge him?”
No one expected this storm to truly whip up—some led it, others echoed it, believing Ye Fan’s crimes were unforgivable and that he should be eliminated immediately, or he would surely become a source of disaster.
“To those who want to kill me, to those who want to seize my cauldron—I am the great calamity on your path to immortality!”
Ye Fan appeared, making a high-profile declaration in the Divine City—this was a blatant provocation, a challenge to all the sages of the Ancient Clans.
This appearance shocked the place into silence for a long while. No one had expected him to dare show himself, and moreover, to come to the foremost Divine City of the Northern Region.
“Has he gone mad? The courage cut from his gall could crush an elephant!”
“He actually appeared, challenging all the sages?”
The crowd erupted in uproar, everyone shouting.
After Ye Fan spoke, a domain gate appeared, and he retreated immediately, unwilling to linger.
Several beams of divine light flew over, shattering that stretch of void, trying to force him out. Two blurred figures even tore through the void, chasing directly after him, trying to lock onto his form and destroy him.
The two pursued him to the Central Prefecture, then rushed to the Western Desert, and finally charged beyond the domain—but the trailing figure ahead slowly dissolved, turning into a wisp of clear qi.
“We must kill him!”
Some great figures of the Ancient Clans grew truly furious. Usually standing high above others, how could they tolerate such provocation? In their eyes, Ye Fan had cut them with a blade and then run back to stomp on the wound twice.
The sages from beyond the domain sneered coldly—seizing the cauldron was their goal; they cared nothing for the conflict between Ancient Clan and Human Race, and would strike the moment their target appeared.
“Fellow Daoist Chiyun, you died with your eyes open in resentment. I will surely take the Sacred Body’s head and offer it before your grave, letting you rest in peace!” one Ancestor King of the Ancient Clans declared boldly.
However, unfortunately, he wouldn’t get the chance—the very next day, Ye Fan came for him.
In these past few days, Ye Fan had learned much information through the Sage Prince’s connections with some Primordial Ancient royal clans, and went straight for him.
“You want to kill my divine sense, cut off my head? Very well, today I have come—try it if you dare!”
That night, the moonlight was dim, the stars hidden among clouds—precisely a dark and windy night, the kind of night good for drunken sword-play and murder.
This ancient bloodline was the ancestral land of the Primordial Hundun Royal Clan, where an ancient sage-king held court, and there even existed beings who had never broken through their Divine Source to this day.
The Hundun Clan ranked among the ten strongest royal clans, terrifying enough to command fear. During the era when they ruled over the Primordial Age, all under heaven submitted to them.
This Ancestor King was named Tuluan. He had never imagined that Ye Fan would dare approach their clan—within the clan, experts were as numerous as clouds, with a peerless Ancient King holding the fort; even the Imperial Clan wouldn’t easily provoke them.
Yet now Ye Fan had come, right at the outskirts of their ancestral land, blocking his path. That figure, like a god or demon, radiated an aura like a wild beast, shocking him until every hair on his body stood on end.
Was this still just a Half-Sage? Yet it gave him a feeling of facing a Divine Venerable!
That figure, tall and sturdy, stood silently there, saying nothing, yet carrying an air of supreme dominance, as if he alone reigned above all.
“It really is you… the Human Race’s Sacred Body!” Tuluan shouted.
Too domineering—a mere Half-Sage daring to lord over the ancestral land of their most ancient clan group, showing no regard even for the sleeping peerless Ancestor Kings?
But in the next moment, he panicked, because his voice never made it out—instead, the stars shifted and the sky turned, and in the blink of an eye he found himself on an entirely different battlefield, no longer at the ancestral land.
“This is…” Tuluan’s face changed color, a chill running down his back, as if thorns were stabbing into his spine.
“One of the Celestial Court’s supreme secret techniques—Stars Shift, Sky Turns!” Ye Fan said coldly, his teeth snow-white, black hair reaching to his waist, like a Demon Lord descending upon the world.
Over the years, he had refined a hundred classics, studying various secret techniques. How could he let that divine skin brought back from the Deathless Mountain go to waste? Many great killing techniques had been branded into his soul.
In the past, his strength hadn’t been sufficient to use them, but now he could fight sages, and some complex secret techniques requiring cultivation support could finally be unleashed.
Of course, this didn’t mean that techniques requiring higher realms to perform were necessarily first-rate in the world—that was merely a prerequisite condition, not indicative of anything else.
Stars Shift, Sky Turns—as the name suggests, time passes, stars and objects shift position. In fact, this wasn’t merely a change in time, but also a drastic transformation in space.
It emphasized the character “change,” able to sweep an enemy far away in an instant, into an unfamiliar battlefield across time and space. At its ultimate realm, it could truly achieve a glance across ten thousand years, turning back to find oneself already seated on the far shore of the starry sky.
Ye Fan hadn’t yet reached such a divine realm—he had merely brought his enemy with him through a domain gate, arriving a million miles away.
This was the terror of the Celestial Court’s killing techniques—impossible to guard against. Even without mastering it to perfection, it was more than enough to intercept and kill a sage at their clan’s ancestral land!
This was a great battle, lasting half an hour. Ye Fan repeatedly drilled, unleashing all his secret techniques, using this to hone himself, solidify his realm, and search for the opportunity to attain sagehood.
Finally, the Monkey couldn’t stand watching anymore—he swung his staff once, smashing Tuluan to pieces, blood and bone flying!
Ye Fan struck at the critical moment, tearing off that head, slaying his primordial spirit, leaving behind only the skull shell.
“Brother Chiyun, your death is heart-wrenching. After that farewell that day, we can never meet again. But rest assured, Fellow Daoist Tuluan has already organized manpower—we will surely avenge you.”
Before Chiyun’s memorial tomb, several great figures stood side by side, cursing Ye Fan from their mouths, having laid out numerous offerings on the incense altar for this memorial rite.
“Why hasn’t Fellow Daoist Tuluan arrived yet?” They exchanged strange looks—the initiator was the Hundun Clan’s Tuluan, so why hadn’t he arrived yet?
“He’s fallen ill. I’ve brought him here for you.” High above in the sky, a domain gate opened, and a tall, upright figure appeared.
Boom!
Ye Fan shook his hand, hurling down a blood-drenched head, smashing the offering-laden stone table with a boom, splattering blood everywhere.
“What, he is… Tuluan!”
“Fellow Daoist Tuluan is dead!”
These people cried out in shock, each one surging with rage toward the sky—yet that figure was merely a wisp of clear qi, slowly dissipating into the void.
That day, the whole world gasped in astonishment; everyone was left speechless—Ye Fan’s audacity was too great, actually doing such a thing!
“Tearing off a head and sending it as a memorial offering—the Human Race’s Sacred Body is too insane, actually doing such a thing. Being so overbearing, he’ll likely die young!”
“Even if he charged into the universe, most of the great royal clans would probably hunt him down—this is truly fierce and intimidating, his counterattack far too severe.”
Within half a day, every region was in an uproar. Ye Fan was dominant and overbearing, freely slaughtering Ancestor Kings, fearing nothing.
“Hahaha… how satisfying! Our Human Race has finally produced such a remarkable young man!” Some were furious, but naturally others were invigorated—the whole world buzzed with excitement.
“If you dare strike, I dare kill. What does sage blood matter? End war through war, end the halberd through the halberd!” This was Ye Fan’s resounding declaration, spreading across the world.