Two supreme beings contended for supremacy, unleashing a world-shaking blow that devoured the eight wastelands and swept through the six directions!

The clash between Ye Fan and the stone figure Mo Pu erupted into brilliant radiance — illuminating a glow of eternal glory, so overwhelming that many were blinded by the dazzling light.

Cries of agony rang out all around, wave upon wave — though thankfully, at their level of cultivation, recovery was instantaneous, and there was no fear of permanent damage to their eyes.

With this strike, primordial chaos-energy overflowed in every direction. Heaven and earth were overturned, the cosmos shattered. Divine power surged boundlessly, dazzling radiance spread everywhere — as if the great starry rivers of the nine heavens poured downward in a torrent, vast and without end, inundating this place entirely.

The confrontation between Ye Fan and Mo Pu was the most intense battle Ye Fan had fought since setting foot upon the Ancient Starry Sky Road — surpassing every clash before it. This was an existence of terrifying power pushed to the extreme.

BOOM!

The vast divine light was colossal and overwhelming, surging without cease. Once again, one figure stood utterly unmoved — and the other, trailing a great wave of blood, was launched out.

This time the positions were reversed. It was not Ye Fan who emerged — but the stone figure Mo Pu, soaked in blood from head to foot, every drop crystalline and glistening, flowing with the power of his divine nature. He was the one who shot through the storm.

“What? Mo Pu hasn’t died — he charged out!” Many were shaken, fearing his victory. That would bring great calamity — destruction on a devastating scale.

CRACK!

But at that very moment, a sound of shattering erupted from Mo Pu’s chest. Blood surged violently — in certain star regions, the blood of Sacred Spirits is known as divine blood.

Each strand of blood glowed with divine brilliance, impossible to stanch, gushing ceaselessly outward — causing many hearts to tremble with emotion. A fist-sized hole had appeared in Mo Pu’s chest, driven clean through by a single punch — an almost unimaginable devastating blow.

Around the edge of that bloody hole, crack after crack spread outward — reaching across the entire body. His whole frame was on the verge of splitting apart.

He swayed, teetering. Blood drenched his entire form. The power of his divine nature fluctuated wildly. The primordial laws that heaven and earth had instilled within him as their blessed creation — shattered. Blown apart by Ye Fan’s single punch!

Mo Pu’s expression was filled with boundless unwillingness. Today his intentions had been identical to Ye Fan’s — to establish an invincible conviction. Instead, he had become someone else’s whetstone.

The strong grow ever stronger. Those who are defeated will be forgotten. When spoken of by others, it will only be to highlight the greatness of the human race’s Sacred Physique — the Sacred Spirit’s blood serving as nothing more than a detail in another’s legend.

“Ahh…” Mo Pu screamed with anguish. He truly could not accept it. His heart was filled with shame and humiliation — he raged and roared.

They said the Sacred Spirits were invincible — yet today his predecessor had been defeated, and he himself had been defeated as well. Vanquished at the same realm in open combat, with not a single excuse to be made.

“Why?!” He screamed to the heavens. Divine blood surged and accelerated — staining the ground and the rocks with a strange, unearthly luminescence.

“The human race’s Sacred Physique from the Emperor Burial Star has defeated a Sacred Spirit!”

“The human race has broken the myth of Sacred Spirit invincibility again and again — stripped away the aura of their undefeated glory and raised a monument to human invincibility!”

The crowd erupted in frenzied shouts. Not long ago, Mo Pu’s words had wounded many cultivators deeply. Their hearts had smoldered with rage — and now, a fighter at the same realm had defeated him. The crowd could not help but roar.

Within the swirling primordial chaos-mist, Ye Fan’s silhouette was somewhat indistinct, utterly still — like a divine monument, radiating an invincible will that awed all who felt it.

His battle robes were stained with divine blood, his form powerful and upright, his black hair flying freely, his eyes sharp as lightning — piercing through the mist like a divine demon without equal.

This battle had appeared simple on the surface, yet in truth it was no less than a clash of countless thousands of moves. Everything had been condensed into those two punches — an absolute duel of supreme finality.

Ye Fan reflected deeply, and found much to gain from it. Though the fight had been brief, it had been filled with deadly peril at every turn, requiring an unflinching and ever-advancing momentum — without victory, there was only death.

Since setting foot past the Human Race’s First Pass, this was the first battle in the truest sense — the first clash on the road to contend for the Emperor’s throne!

“So this is the invincible Sacred Spirit lineage?” Ye Fan stood within the primordial chaos-mist and murmured softly. There was no mockery, no ridicule — only the quiet contemplation that came with calm after battle, as he reflected on the many innate advantages this lineage possessed.

“You…” Mo Pu’s expression turned ugly. Those words were like a great slap — landing hard across his face, sending him stumbling backward.

CRACK!

The sound of shattering arrived. Starting from his chest, one terrifying crack after another spread across his form. His body was on the verge of fracturing — he could no longer maintain a humanoid form.

Mo Pu screamed with agony. His body expelled one ancient symbol after another in a desperate bid to stabilize itself — then he lunged and hurled himself toward Ye Fan. He intended to drag his opponent down with him in the moment of his own disintegration.

Because his very source was about to explode — unleashing a power of unimaginable and terrifying magnitude!

Ye Fan snapped his head up. His eyes blazed like twin torches, shattering the primordial chaos-energy in all directions. He did not retreat. Instead, he stepped boldly forward — charging straight toward him.

Splat!

Sacred Spirit blood flew in all directions. Heaven and earth dimmed. Ominous winds howled in fury, as if the heavens themselves were enraged.

With a single punch, Ye Fan drove through Mo Pu, tearing him into four pieces. The divine blood transformed into a rain of blood that cascaded down in all directions — his body detonating completely, shaking heaven and earth.

Countless strange phenomena appeared throughout heaven and earth, as if expressing the displeasure of the heavens above — yellow whirlwinds, blood raining down, a sight both world-shaking and soul-rattling.

It was said that to slaughter a Sacred Spirit would one day bring heavenly retribution — a terrifying tribulation to be faced.

Ye Fan’s single punch shattered it all. Within his Wheel Sea, a Great Dao Yin-Yang Immortal Diagram appeared — radiating strands of divine brilliance, accompanied by the sound of scripture chanting — grinding down and erasing every strange phenomenon that heaven and earth had produced.

Stamp!

Ye Fan planted one foot upon that broken stone skull, gazing coldly down at Mo Pu. This was the last remnant of the stone figure’s body — everything else had been reduced to dust.

“You have killed Sacred Spirits again and again, defying the will of the heavens. One day an ill omen will befall you — in your twilight years you will taste the bitter fruit of retribution!” Mo Pu said with a sinister chill.

“If I stand without equal in all the world, what is there for me to fear? The vague and formless heavens are the refuge of the weak. I do not believe in their existence — and if any being dares stand in my way, there is only one answer: a single punch to shatter them!” Ye Fan replied.

Since setting foot among the stars, this was the battle that had laid the foundation of his path to invincibility. The contest for the Emperor’s throne had begun — and he had stepped upon it, rising with overwhelming force!

Many who heard these words changed color, feeling as though a brilliant war-star was slowly rising before them — bearing an invincible conviction, its aura devouring the eight wastelands. A person such as this, once risen to power, could be stopped by no one.

“Which is weaker and which is stronger?” Ye Fan asked with calm composure, his gaze fixed upon the stone skull beneath his foot.

Mo Pu’s eyes dimmed and lost all their light. He could not bring forth a single word. He had been utterly and thoroughly defeated in this battle — no excuse could be found, no claim of unfairness made. In fair combat, he had simply been inferior.

Ye Fan gave him the final mercy — one kick sent the stone skull flying, exploding apart. Divine blood spattered in all ten directions.

Mo Pu vanished from heaven and earth forever, his name struck from all records!

“Who said Sacred Spirits cannot be defeated? Mo Pu has met his end — no miracle, no fluke. In fair combat, both body and spirit were destroyed!”

“The myth of the unbeatable Sacred Spirit is shattered completely. The Sacred Physique from the Emperor Burial Star has slain three Sacred Spirits alone!”

An uproar of noise spread throughout the Great Moon Slope, sweeping through every cultivator in a clamor of voices.

“Who insults my Sacred Spirit lineage?!” Suddenly, a great roar rang out from the sky — shaking every cultivator in all ten directions until they trembled, a vast and terrifying pressure surging outward.

Ao Mang had killed his way back from the outer void. Seeing this scene, he roared with fury — shattering the sky dome — and reached out a great stone hand toward Ye Fan to seize him.

Whoosh!

Divine light split through the heavens. The Daoist of the Azure Phoenix moved after striking, his battle spear penetrating heaven and earth, thrusting toward that stone hand and cutting off its advance.

The Daoist of the Azure Phoenix spread his pair of immortal phoenix wings — this was his divine form: like a great immortal bird soaring across the heavens — engaging the Sacred Spirit Ao Mang in fierce combat, forcing him once more into battle in the outer void.

At the burial ground of gods and demons, the stone figure Lun Duo let out a furious roar — but the moment he moved to act, he was surrounded by the guide of the Human Race’s Tenth City and the Overlord Dragon Tuo Lan and the others, who had been guarding against him all along. They too launched into battle.

Ye Fan produced a jade vial and channeled his divine power. From the ground, strands of crystalline divine blood rose up like luminous chains — vivid and dazzling — flowing into the vial.

This was Sacred Spirit blood. It could be refined into medicine, and could also help strengthen and advance one’s cultivation. It was a rare and extraordinary sacred object in the world.

In the Celestial Village, there had been the Nine-Aperture Divine Liquid capable of cleansing the marrow of cultivators one generation after another — obtained from a stone figure still in the process of taking form, the essence of what heaven and earth had nurtured within the divine embryo.

This Sacred Spirit blood could not compare to the primordial essence of a divine embryo in its most fundamental, pre-formed state — yet it too was a heaven-defying object, and naturally worth preserving.

The eyes of many burned with desire as they looked this way — even the members of the foreign races who stood on the Sacred Spirit’s side revealed expressions of naked greed. Yet not one of them dared make a rash move.

The battle just now had made Ye Fan’s power unmistakably clear. Setting aside the Sacred Saint Kings, no one else on the field had the slightest qualification to fight him.

Cang Yan and Ao Mang battled in the outer void. Lun Duo held down the Great Moon Slope in battle against many at once. None of them had been driven off — so the armies of foreign races under their command naturally continued their assault. Battle cries filled the sky without end. The crisis gripping the burial ground of gods and demons grew more and more severe, showing no signs of abating.

Ye Fan collected a portion of the Sacred Spirit blood, then returned to the fighting.

With every strike he threw, heaven and earth moved. One foreign race combatant after another was shattered. One powerful figure after another fell dead at his feet.

On the road to contend for the Emperor’s throne, glory is built upon bones — painted with blood — brutal and terrifying. One moment of carelessness, and it would be eternal damnation: becoming nothing more than scenery along someone else’s path.

Ye Fan had no choice. He could only press forward!

Thud… thud…

A dull, heavy sound rang out. The ancient well shook violently. From between the bones and remains, one stream of blood-energy after another transformed into light, flying toward the mouth of the well — including a portion of the Sacred Spirit blood that Ye Fan had been unable to collect.

A suffocating weight descended upon everyone — as if an iron hammer was striking their hearts over and over, unbearable. Many could no longer endure and spat up mouthfuls of blood.

This was a fluctuation of immense power — like a great Emperor breathing — a rhythm that many could not withstand. People fell back in droves, their bodies on the verge of tearing apart.

“We have done all we can. If the well cannot be held, let the Sacred Spirit lineage open it — allow them to expend themselves against it.” The Daoist of the Azure Phoenix transmitted the message from the outer void, telling Ye Fan to withdraw.

Clearly, the guide of the Human Race’s Tenth City, the Overlord Dragon Tuo Lan, and the others had already received this instruction long before. They began leading the human race’s powerhouses, along with many ancient beasts and others, in a withdrawal from the Great Moon Slope.

The stone figure Lun Duo presided over the area. He was an existence at the peak of Sacred Saint King — with him in command, this place was completely under his control. With no blood sacrifice being offered, he even moved covertly to kill off several members of the foreign races — using them as living sacrifices for the ritual!

BOOM!

A sound like mountains crumbling and seas overturning came from the mouth of the well — as if it were about to burst open.

An aged Daoist appeared, his form blurred and indistinct, impossible to see clearly. He sat cross-legged at the mouth of the well, chanting true scriptures aloud — radiating an aura of authority and terrifying power.

Yet this was only a remnant Dao-mark. Since the primordial ages, over endless years of time, the old Daoist’s shadow had nearly been worn away to nothing. It could no longer suppress this well.

“The supreme seal of the Dao Sovereign has finally been exhausted. The demonic well is about to open — no one can stop it now.” A sigh came from within the Human Race’s Tenth City.

Hearing this, Ye Fan felt his hair stand on end — that blurred elder was the Dao Sovereign? The revelation was staggering!

The Dao Sovereign — a name representing the absolute pinnacle. An ancient existence from the age of myths, speculated by later generations to be on the same tier as the ancient great Emperors.

It was said that the Nine Secret Arts that exist in heaven and earth were created by several Dao Sovereigns — representing the supreme inheritance of nine different domains!

BOOM!

One final great blast. The blurred old Daoist vanished. The seal had dimmed completely, worn away over the long ages.

At the same moment, heaven and earth cracked apart. The mouth of the ancient well shattered — and the seal was completely broken open!