The Cang Clan stood one and all with cold, dark expressions, their hearts blazing with uncontainable fury, harboring deep resentment and hatred toward Ye Fan. Several powerful figures were secretly communicating via divine sense, preparing a forbidden weapon — ready to launch a surprise attack and suppress and slay Ye Fan.
“Medicinal Kings…” One old man ground his teeth, glaring at Ye Fan, looking as though he could lunge forward to kill him at any moment.
Ye Fan remained utterly unconcerned, leading Yang Xi on a stroll around the outer perimeter, having nearly covered the wide expanse of mountain terrain. Each footfall carried a certain rhythm.
Xiao Nannan was curious about everything, blinking his big eyes, asking questions about this and that. The two figures — one tall, one small — took no notice at all of any of it, moving with an air of transcendent ease, as if out for a leisurely excursion.
“His coming here is fortuitous. If he had not come, I would have personally left my seclusion to kill him. A true Holy Physique bloodline — I will never allow it to coexist alongside our clan!” A cold and merciless voice came from deep within the Cang Clan, transmitted from the shadows.
“The two great-uncles are about to emerge from seclusion!” The several leaders at the mountain gate were overjoyed, the killing intent in their bearing growing even more intense.
“The Holy Physique bloodline — in every generation, in every age, it is destined to be wiped out!” From the depths of the beautiful mountain peaks, that voice grew even colder, still transmitting in secret, informing the clan members that he would emerge from seclusion imminently.
“I wish upon you eternal damnation!”
At the mountain gate, that mighty saint let out a great shout. Together with the white-haired ancient saint, they combined forces to activate a forbidden weapon, launching a supreme assassination.
At the same moment, the various formation arrays around the outer perimeter of the mountain gate all lit up simultaneously. Numerous hidden formation diagrams were embedded here, and at this moment they all reactivated, striking all at once.
Clang—
A long, resonant bell toll rang out, shaking heaven and earth — an unrivaled tyrannical aura, as though the entire vast cosmic starry sky was descending, its terror boundless!
A Tyrant Bell?! Ye Fan showed a look of surprise. Its aura was very similar to what he had sensed near the great tomb. At this moment, a great bell appeared suddenly from above and bore down toward him, descending to suppress and slay him.
“Holy Physique — we have endured you long enough! Be obliterated in body and soul!” That mighty saint roared with fury — mountains and valleys throughout all directions shook and trembled. The white-haired ancient saint’s expression was equally cold and ruthless as they united to brandish the bell.
“Hmm. I have been waiting quite a while myself. This is about right.” Ye Fan was unruffled. He took young Yang Xi’s hand, transformed into a streak of floating light, activated his Movement Scripture, and in an instant shifted a hundred li to the side.
The great bell struck empty air. Only a residual afterimage remained at the original position. It emanated wisps of Dao imprints, rending the heavens, its bell toll deafening.
In this moment, upon the earth outside the sacred land, footprint after footprint appeared — all of them glowing. Looking closely, every one had been left by Ye Fan — every area he had walked through.
Boom!
These were chains of order laws. Brilliant and radiant, they were composed of Source Heaven patterns — completely filling the outer terrain, spreading from underground along the ancient veins into the sacred land.
Heaven and earth turned upside down, the sun and moon darkened. This magnificent mountain landscape was burning — transformed into an utterly terrifying killing ground. Countless patterns intertwined, becoming an absolute zone of annihilation.
“What is happening?!” The Cang Clan cried out. Everyone fell into a panic, because a number of saintly formation arrays had collapsed. The underground dragon veins had shifted position, changing course — causing the saintly formation arrays carved into the earth to be paralyzed by more than half.
Source Dao divine arts!
Without the Cang Clan’s knowledge, as Ye Fan had been in a standoff with them, he had been silently imprinting countless Source Heaven patterns — and in this moment, they were all activated. The dragon veins boiled, heaven and earth transformed, causing the mountain gate to begin a great collapse.
Boom!
Like mountains crumbling and seas overturning, several great peaks collapsed. The mountain gate was leveled to flat earth. The mountains and rivers here were destroyed. The power of the Source Heaven formation array was deployed to its absolute limit.
It was an unstoppable momentum — sweeping away all resistance like a tempest breaking a levee, carrying shattered mountains and sky-filling divine power, surging turbulently into the sacred land!
“Ah—!” The Cang Clan’s powerful figures cried out. Everyone was shocked, utterly confused — those lurking formation arrays had been erased in a single instant. The mighty waves had come crashing through.
In this moment, cold lightning blazed from Ye Fan’s eyes. He finally made his move. Almost in a single flicker, he rode the waves of the Source Heaven formation’s heaven-earth-surging power and entered the Cang Clan, punching and slaying as he went.
“Activate the forbidden formation to cut off the mountain gate!” someone shouted.
Sheets of light flashed and joined together, forming a curtain of radiance. But even this could not hold back the collapse. The Source Heaven divine formation altered the dragon veins underground, systematically dismantling everything.
In the past, Ye Fan would certainly not have been capable of all this — but now, in the eighth level of the Saint realm, his source arts were connected to the divine, capable of breaking ten thousand techniques!
Spit!
Several people laying out the formations were all struck by the Source Heaven pattern threads, instantly shattered and pulverized into a mist of blood.
Ye Fan pressed forward, dropping all concealment at this moment — radiating sky-filling golden blood energy, arriving before the mighty saint, hammering downward with a single punch that shook heaven and earth.
This was a powerful saint — yet beneath Ye Fan’s supreme strike, he could not withstand it at all. First his entire right arm exploded. Then his body became a firework display — obliterated in body and soul.
The ancient saint beside him roared in fury. The great bell in the sky came crashing down — a rare forbidden weapon, surpassing many sacred weapons, carrying the aura of the Tyrant Bell.
Clang!
From Ye Fan’s brow flew out a cauldron, crashing into the great bell. Instantly, heaven collapsed and earth split open, rumbling endlessly. Sheet upon sheet of mountain peaks were reduced to powder. The ground’s formation patterns all flickered, and Source Heaven formation arrays manifested simultaneously.
Tyrant Bell fragment!
From Ye Fan’s eyes shot two beams of brilliant divine radiance. This great bell was no ordinary thing. Though it had cracked apart, embedded within it was a different-looking fragment, radiant with divine light — as though on the verge of reawakening.
He uttered a sharp cry. The Cauldron of the Primordial Energy of All Things resonated with rumbling, and primordial chaos sword energy shot out in all directions — all of it landing upon the fragment, dimming its radiance, sending it flying horizontally.
“Retrieve!”
From deep within the Cang Clan, a cold and indifferent voice rang out. The Tyrant Bell fragment dimmed, transformed into a meteorite, and flew away.
“Holy Physique — you have dared to disturb our Cang Clan! Those in whom the Sovereign Heavenly Tyrant Blood flows shall rally the entire clan to kill you!” The white-haired ancient saint howled with fury, exerting every ounce of his strength to resist.
Yet how could he withstand such a supreme divine fist? Cold lightning blazed from Ye Fan’s eyes — ruthless and merciless in this moment. He swung his Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, its divine might unrivaled under heaven.
His entire body radiated brilliant light, flooding all of heaven and earth — like a supreme war god, valiant and unstoppable.
This elder was just one step short of becoming a Saint King. Unfortunately, he had never crossed that threshold. Despite exerting every ability, he could not withstand Ye Fan’s fist force, and was sent flying horizontally.
At the same moment, from deep within the Cang Clan, a powerful figure emerged from seclusion — but it was already too late.
Ye Fan was like a golden divine being, invincible and unstoppable, possessing a peerless combat strength throughout this mortal world. He had merely swung three punches.
With the first punch, a crack rang out — he shattered the elder’s sacred weapon into fragments. Like a brilliant rain of fireworks, waves of unrivaled energy surged like a tsunami, the cosmos itself cracking apart!
With the second punch, this ancient saint’s arms and body were simultaneously shattered inch by inch. Blood rained down, shards of white bone scattered in all directions — the terror of it boundless.
And with the third punch, every energy current in the area — along with the remnant divine sense of the ancient saint — was completely pulverized, dissipated into smoke. Heaven and earth became utterly clear.
Three punches alone — Ye Fan had slain an ancient saint. Blood dyed the shattered terrain crimson. The area resembled a demon’s bloodstained earth — terrifying beyond measure.
Ye Fan strode forward with great steps. Yang Xi appeared within his divine image, completely enveloped and protected — no fluctuation whatsoever could harm him.
The Cang Clan had powerful figures — but certainly no great saint. Before this, Ye Fan had refrained from acting, secretly laying Source Heaven patterns that spread underground from below, learning everything about the clan in detail.
Now that everything was clear, he pressed forward with great strides — no one could stop him — yet he did not go on a wide slaughter. He simply charged toward the Cang Clan’s depths.
Though this star was suited for the Cang Clan to cultivate, even here it was difficult to produce a great saint. After all, how many people did this clan have?
Even on ancient stars with flourishing populations in the hundreds of billions, the emergence of a few great saints would already be exceptional. Existences of that caliber were extraordinarily difficult to give birth to.
All of this had transpired in the time it takes a spark to flash — the changes too swift for anyone to react. Ye Fan moved as though through an uninhabited realm, entering the Cang Clan’s depths.
“Holy Physique — prepare to die!” A great shout rang out. A middle-aged man with disheveled black hair and a bearing as mighty as a great mountain came killing through with a great bell above his head. “If you had not come, I was going to personally leave seclusion to kill you! I need not wait for those with true Sovereign Heavenly Tyrant Blood to return from the depths of the starry sky — I have been waiting for you to appear all this time!”
This was a powerful figure — precisely the one who had been transmitting in secret just now. He was a saint king of astonishing strength. The tyrant blood within him was not thin — many times stronger than anyone Ye Fan had seen here before.
Most critically, the great bell above his head, though appearing to have several fracture lines as though cobbled together, sent a chill into one’s heart — emanating a kind of breathtaking aura. Several pieces of the bell body appeared distinctly different from the rest — they were fragments of the old Tyrant Bell that had been smashed apart and scattered across the cosmos, now cast together with other divine materials.
“Ahh—!” This person let out a great roar that shook rivers and mountains. The great bell above his head rang with a thunderous toll. A wisp of an oppressive might surged out — faintly, there was a trace of imperial energy!
Ye Fan was greatly startled. The old Tyrant Physique had been far too powerful. Even through this shattered weapon, one could make some judgment of it. Truly worthy of being called a peerless powerhouse.
Even now, though only a few fragments of the shattered bell remained, they still made one’s heart tremble — for the laws and Dao imprints within had not been extinguished. Their divine might was overwhelming!
Clang!
The Cauldron of the Primordial Energy of All Things above Ye Fan’s head trembled. Ancient ancestors, birds and flowers and fish and insects, primordial divine beings — all appeared simultaneously on the cauldron walls, archaic and timeworn, as though capable of breathing in the cosmos of heaven and earth. Sun, moon, and star rivers appeared within the cauldron’s mouth.
The two crashed violently into each other. Both resounded with rumbling — especially Ye Fan’s cauldron: the divine spirits nurtured within it awakened, and the figures on the cauldron walls seemed to come truly alive.
“What?!” The Cang Clan powerhouse was extremely powerful, and yet at this moment he was greatly shocked. “You… are actually able to cast a cauldron of all things and origins, just as the Ancient Heavenly Court once did?”
Astonishment was written all over his face. He was evidently greatly taken aback, fixing his gaze on the Cauldron of the Primordial Energy of All Things without pause, sweeping over every pattern and design — deeply and profoundly shaken.
Suddenly, a beam of supremely sharp sword energy burst forth. Another saint king-level powerhouse appeared, cleaving down toward Ye Fan. Two of the Cang Clan’s supreme figures had both manifested.
Of course, the greatest threat was the one activating the great bell. Those few Tyrant Bell fragments were terrifyingly imbued with overwhelmingly powerful fluctuations.
They fought fiercely. The great bell emitted faint wisps of imperial energy in an intangible manner — not fully clear, yet impossible not to be wary of. If imperial might were unleashed, it would be very troublesome.
Nevertheless, Ye Fan was undaunted. This was not a true imperial weapon — and he himself also possessed the Green Bronze Cauldron, unafraid of the other party using mysterious ancient objects against him.
The great battle continued. Ye Fan relied solely on the cauldron and his physical body to resist the Tyrant Bell — and yet sent both men vomiting blood.
“Holy Physique from the Burial Emperor Star… you are truly very powerful. But you have entered our clan’s sacred land — do not expect to leave alive!” One of them let out a low and hoarse roar.
Formation patterns emerged across the earth — even older and more domineeringly heaven-defying formation arrays materialized, as though capable of suppressing all living things under heaven!
Ye Fan remained composed. Source Heaven formation patterns flickered beneath his feet — ever more profound and intricate, as though capable of shaking heaven and earth, causing all six directions and eight wastelands to tremble.
The other man laughed coldly. “Wrong — how could the Holy Physique originate from the Burial Emperor Star? Have you forgotten the ancient history recorded by your ancestors? Like the great emperors of antiquity, they merely descended upon the Big Dipper. Pitiful — they do not even know which mother star they originate from. And yet their mother star once stood alongside our clan’s mother star, locked in war for so many years.”
Ye Fan’s heart stirred. He had gained insight into certain hidden truths. The enmity between these two physiques seemed very ancient — originating from two mother stars, predating even the era of the Big Dipper, when they had already been in bloody conflict.
Boom!
Across the earth, all manner of formation arrays lit up. Dao imprints soared skyward — capable of grinding down any saint.
Ye Fan remained very calm. Thousands upon tens of thousands of Source Heaven patterns surrounded him, resisting their supreme great formations, spreading from underground toward the high heavens — drawing upon the power of sun, moon, and star rivers.
Suddenly, Ye Fan’s body shook violently. His ears buzzed and rang. His vision went dark. The golden blood within him boiled, and he nearly stumbled to the ground.
He was greatly startled. Without any apparent cause, a terrifying layer of red fur had grown upon his arm — extremely unsettling. But the golden holy blood had just been boiling, and had already destroyed it.
This ancient star… a Source Heaven Master has also been here before. What is in this place?! Ye Fan’s expression grew grave.