Even from deep within the star domain, Ye Fan had already found it striking how extraordinarily brilliant this solar star was. He had not imagined it was actually the private chambers and palace of the fire spirit sacred being — no wonder it was like this.

Where a fire spirit was born, there must certainly be accompanying extreme-realm divine fire. Its birth was a kind of miracle in heaven and earth!

These chambers were situated within the sun’s interior, and naturally they were filled with this divine essence — something of inestimable value to the person who truly needed it.

The seven prodigies of the alien clans were all exceptional — men and women alike, each strikingly brilliant, all disciples of major Great Sages, their origins astonishing.

The Radiance Clan prodigy had four faces upon his head, his gaze sweeping in all four directions, his entire body a pale gold — like a battle sage, supremely exalted in heaven and earth.

The rising talent of the Primal Demon Clan had an imposing physique, with a single black demon horn growing from his forehead, emanating misty vapor. He was oppressive as a great mountain, with scenes of celestial bodies being destroyed and born playing out within his eyes.

The heavenly maiden of the Feathered Wing Clan had golden hair that was bright and silken, with clear and limpid eyes, skin as white as jade, eight pairs of wings growing from her back, immaculately pure, and a divine ring behind her head — holy and dignified.

The powerful figure from the Shadow Clan had a blurred silhouette, having spent his years standing within the shadows. Even with a sun star at his back, he had still laid out a vast expanse of dark space around himself. This clan were natural-born killers.

…

The seven young powerhouses stood together, moving in unison. To anyone, they presented a kind of pressure.

Each one was a hero of their domain, every one of them with bones of pride, who ordinarily always moved alone. Only this time, under orders from their elders, they had come together to form a temporary squad.

In the star field, the great clans alternated between war and peace, their relationships complex. They had come to realize that on the human race’s ancient path, they had to form alliances — they could not afford to completely fall out with one another over the Heaven-Mending Art.

And so, though the Great Sages were still fighting over that stone scripture, the relationships among the major clans had not been completely frozen — they were even seeking opportunities for cooperation.

These seven were the foremost talents of each clan, and every one of them was supremely powerful among peers. None were Sage-level kings yet, but they were all the more dangerous for it.

Ye Fan thought carefully, without the slightest trace of underestimation — for even he could sense danger. These people would not be easy to deal with.

“Something’s off — what kind of monster crawled out from where? How can they be even more powerful than ordinary Sage-level kings?” Long Ma muttered.

Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon also wore a grave expression. This was not one or two — it was seven people, and every single one gave off a sense of danger.

“Regardless of anything else — let’s fight to the death!” The imposing man of the Primal Demon Clan bellowed, his battle spirit surging like a sword freshly drawn from its sheath — sharp and oppressive.

“Let me fight him first!” Another called out, his expression animated — he looked less like someone facing a life-and-death duel and more like someone heading to a grand celebration.

These individuals all had their own pride. Even though their clan elders had ordered them to travel together, they were unwilling to gang up as a group. They hailed from seven great clans, belonging to different star domains.

Though none were the foremost prodigies of their clans, they were still among the very few who stood at the highest peak among their peers!

“I’d advise you all to leave. Far too much blood has already been spilled in this star field.” Ye Fan spoke and stepped forward — his primary target was the solar star ahead.

As he moved, the ring of dark blood energy and the golden curse ring behind him shone dazzlingly, making him appear as though he were a divine being.

This was the result of killing so many that bones piled like mountains and blood flowed like rivers. It was said that people like this would eventually face heaven’s punishment.

“Holy Body of the human race — you have killed for eighteen years. Word has it you are peerless among peers in this ruined land. Are you afraid to fight today?” The powerful figure of the Shadow Clan said in an icy tone, his voice cold and piercing. He had no intention of fighting alone — he had already made preparations to ambush and kill.

Ye Fan did not spare him so much as a glance. His gaze was fixed on the man of the Radiance Clan — four faces, blood surging through his body with the sound of rolling thunder, divine radiance flowing through his entire form. This was undeniably a powerful figure.

“I am the sixth-generation descendant of the Ancient Emperor’s Son, and I wish to challenge you!” The Radiance Clan powerhouse said in a low and steady voice.

In Ye Fan’s heart, an immediate shock registered. This clan possessed the heaven-defying ancient weapon known as the Divine Refining Cauldron — in that distant past, an ancient Emperor had absolutely appeared among them.

“I wonder whether Brother Xuan Guang’s primordial ancestor is still present in this world.” Someone nearby murmured quietly.

Ye Fan caught several threads of spiritual fluctuation, and within his heart grew even more shaken. The Radiance Clan had an Ancient Emperor’s Son who had appeared in the world four thousand years ago, swiftly growing to the Great Sage realm — yet who later vanished.

This was absolutely a matter of great consequence. Some believed he had been killed in secret, while others claimed he knew he had appeared in the world too early and feared missing the path to immortality, so had sealed himself away again.

“The sixth-generation descendant of the Ancient Emperor’s Son — that is, the seventh-generation descendant of the Divine Refining Cauldron’s master. A pure and true ancient Emperor bloodline. One truly cannot afford to be careless.” Ye Fan said to himself inwardly.

Of course, it was impossible for him to feel any trepidation. In the years he had spent in the Northern Dipper, he had crossed hands with several Ancient Emperor’s sons — and had slain the son of the Heavenly Emperor!

What Ye Fan was truly concerned and worried about was Xuan Guang’s primordial ancestor — an Ancient Emperor’s Son. Four thousand long years had passed. If he was still alive, he would be absolutely invincible beneath the heavens by now!

And that heavenly maiden of the Feathered Wing Clan also could not be underestimated. A senior figure had planted five seeds of divine power within her body, situated at her five great secret realms. Viewed through the Celestial Eye, they resonated with the cosmos itself.

“I’ll fight you!” The imposing powerhouse of the Primal Demon Clan stepped forward with large strides, his strength terrifying — he was the elder brother of that clan’s foremost prodigy.

“Come at me all together.” Ye Fan said. He stretched his body — his tall and slender frame filled with a kind of aesthetic beauty — as his left and right hands formed the seals of the Yin-Yang Life-Death Fist.

By this point, the scriptures of the Sea of Wheels secret realm were nearly perfected. Ye Fan had begun to create his own secret arts, and in this secret realm they naturally all related to the Supreme Polarity Immortal Diagram.

The Primal Demon Clan, Shadow Clan, Feathered Wing Clan, Radiance Clan — all these prodigies changed expression. They knew Ye Fan was powerful, that his killing over all these years had left every clan’s heart in fear. But to be spoken to so directly — it still ignited fury in their hearts.

Ye Fan took the initiative and launched his attack, charging forward to engage these individuals in battle.

“Kill!”

Long Ma and Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon roared, charging in from behind to engage the seven. This was also a moment to test the fruits of their own cultivation.

The great battle erupted. These were seven prodigies of exceptional power — each one the supreme ruler of their own domain, suppressing all others across the vast reaches, existences destined to stand at the absolute pinnacle of each of their clans.

Half of them had a chance of becoming future Great Sages of their clans!

So the battle was fierce. Even Ye Fan at his present level of power found it difficult to sweep through them with overwhelming ease — facing this alliance of monsters, he was truly pushed to his limits.

Long Ma and Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon roared, also fighting until the star domain cracked apart, the solar star trembling, as they engaged in bloody combat.

“You two fall back. Leave them to me.” Ye Fan said.

He had grown to this stage — among peers, only those of inverse-heaven caliber could compete with him. At this point, few of the same generation could match him in direct combat.

“Stifling miracles, with a single hand covering the heavens!” Over eighteen years, every clan had assessed him thus among his peers. To encounter such a person — whether you were a genius or a monster, you were destined to be stifled.

Long Ma and Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon both retreated. Though these individuals were monsters, they had witnessed Ye Fan stifle outstanding prodigies not just once or twice before — they were long since numb to it.

“Kill!”

The other Sages bellowed. Making the human race’s Holy Body lie in death was the dream of many powerhouses of the same generation in this star field. If achieved, one would become the supreme sovereign among the young.

Ye Fan loosened his body — moving unhurriedly — embracing the yang and then embracing the yin, stillness and movement uniting. Cold electricity burst from his eyes as the Supreme Polarity Immortal Diagram of the Sea of Wheels floated to the surface, luminously brilliant. Yin-yang life-death held in perfect balance — ancient characters appearing one by one, each one carrying the power to suppress ten thousand ages.

In this life-and-death battle that was far from easy, he deployed his own secret arts — arts he had been exploring ever since he first set foot on the path of cultivation. Not achieved overnight, some were techniques he had employed as a young cultivator, now perfected and brought to a state of flawless completeness.

“Movement generates yang; when movement reaches its extreme, stillness follows; stillness generates yin. When stillness reaches its extreme, movement returns. One movement and one stillness are the root of each other. Yin and yang are distinguished — the Two Modes stand established…”

The sound of scripture chanting within his Sea of Wheels was immeasurably vast — like three thousand Buddhas and ten thousand demon lords howling together, causing all of heaven and earth to resonate.

Ye Fan formed the Yin-Yang Life-Death Fist seals, his left and right hands commanding life and death. The Supreme Yin Divine Fish and the Supreme Yang Divine Fish appeared, merging with both his hands — their combined power was incomparably extraordinary.

Boom!

After more than a hundred exchanges of battle, Ye Fan’s left hand formed the Death Seal. A Supreme Yin Divine Fish flew out and merged with his palm and fingers. Its might was overwhelming as a flood. One of the opponents was directly pierced through — his body exploding and splitting into four pieces, dissolving into a vast swath of blood mist.

Almost in the same instant, his right hand formed the Life Seal. The Supreme Yang Divine Fish flew out and merged with his right fist. One punch was thrown, and another Sage was obliterated, sacred blood spraying outward.

Finally, the two yin-yang fish merged together. Yin-yang life-death combining as one — the might was even greater. It struck a third person into fragments of flesh and splinters of bone!

“Retreat!” In this moment, all remaining will to fight abandoned those left behind. They turned and fled.

Yet how could Ye Fan give them such an opportunity? With a sharp cry, behind him appeared a golden circle, which transformed into a streak of flowing light and surged forward. It rapidly expanded, suppressing the entire sky, sealing several individuals within the circle.

“Wait — one person is missing!” Long Ma called out from behind.

Three had been sealed within the golden circle. One person’s whereabouts were unknown.

Ye Fan smiled coldly. He suddenly reached out with a large hand and seized the Shadow Clan powerhouse, catching him within his palm — then exerted force abruptly. With a splat, the man dissolved into a cloud of blood mist.

The Shadow Clan excelled at ambush killing. This person, moving contrary to what was expected, had not fled — he had concealed himself and launched a lightning-fast strike at Ye Fan. Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong target.

Ye Fan had cultivated the Heavenly Court’s secret killing art. How could this person possibly succeed?

“Ahhh…” The Primal Demon Clan powerhouse cried out, sacrificing a forbidden weapon of terrifying might.

At the same moment, the heavenly maiden of the Feathered Wing Clan also let out a sharp cry, expelling five seeds of divine power from her mouth. They were about to detonate — and emanating from them was a faint aura that even Long Ma and Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon found alarming.

Clang!

In an instant, Ye Fan retracted the golden circle. His own body transformed into a dragon-shaped curved line — precisely the yin-yang dividing line within the Supreme Polarity Diagram — and charged straight through.

“Splat!”

The Primal Demon Clan powerhouse was cleaved in two. His nascent soul was shattered. At the same time, the Feathered Wing Clan’s peerless heavenly maiden also perished — white feathers stained with fresh blood, drifting downward and falling away.

Xuan Guang of the Radiance Clan cried out. The imperial blood within his body began to boil — he deployed a forbidden art, his strength skyrocketing, breaking through to a level that even Ye Fan found deeply alarming.

This was burning his very life away, sparing no cost whatsoever — compressing boundless lifespan to achieve, in the most extreme of moments, a sublimation that unleashed power wholly inconsistent with his cultivation tier.

A streak of eternal immortal radiance bloomed. Ye Fan’s secret arts fused into one whole — the Yin-Yang Life-Death Fist Seal, the Golden Circle, and the Dragon-Shaped Curved Line — transforming into a Supreme Polarity Immortal Diagram that swept through.

Splat!

Only one faint sound, and then everything went still. The Supreme Polarity Immortal Diagram swept through — and Xuan Guang, in whose veins flowed ancient Emperor blood, was reduced to dust.

Such was the Dao method of Ye Fan’s Sea of Wheels secret realm — in the end, all things converged into a single art, aligned with the scripture’s meaning — its divine might was world-shaking.

“Stifling genius, with a single hand covering the heavens — in this star field, I am the miracle!” Long Ma lifted its head and came galloping over, speaking shamelessly with zero restraint.

“Isn’t that an assessment of him?” Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon said.

Ye Fan walked toward the interior of the solar star. This was Great Sage Cang Yan’s private chambers and palace — it was certain to be a place of treasures. How could he let this slip by?