BOOM!
Ye Fan formed the Yin-Yang Life-Death Reincarnation Seal, galaxies stretching in myriad paths, boundless and endless, a giant pair of intertwined Yin-Yang fish covering the Tyrant Overlord from above, the universe seeming to replay itself.
The Tyrant Overlord’s expression changed — since emerging into the world, he had never been so passive in a solo battle with anyone. At this moment, the heavens collapsed and the earth caved in, the starry sky shattering, leaving him no foothold.
Purple energy boiled, surging tens of thousands of miles in an instant. Like an ancient sage of old, he radiated wisps of profound and unfathomable energy, defying heaven itself, striking against the Yin-Yang fish.
At this moment, the universe roared, as though heaven and earth were being born anew, everything shattering, chaotic mist spreading everywhere, divine radiance everywhere, chaotic currents everywhere.
Ye Fan, combining Source Arts with his own secret technique, unleashed an earth-shattering, world-shaking blow, causing the Tyrant Overlord’s body to convulse violently, flying sideways through the air, as though struggling against the will of the entire universe.
“Crack!”
The Tyrant Overlord was sent flying who knew how far, smashing apart a massive meteor. His entire body’s metal armor was shattered, but he himself remained unharmed, still dominant as a demon god.
His mane of hair flying wildly, the purple light within his pupils was like a vast ocean, profound and boundless — staring at someone could devour their very soul, utterly overwhelming.
The Tyrant Overlord was unharmed — though somewhat battered by Ye Fan’s blow, he had suffered no real injury; instead, many meteors exploded one after another.
The Tyrant Overlord, divinely mighty, was for the moment beyond the power of the ancient Heavenly Court’s remnant formation to deal with!
“Saint Body, no matter how extraordinary you are, setting up this ancient formation — what can it do against me? In the face of absolute power, everything else is meaningless. You’re no match for me!” The Tyrant Overlord cried out long, pointing at Ye Fan, murderous intent blazing ever brighter in his eyes.
He brewed slaughter in his calm, his purple pupils ghostly and boundless, seeking his chance to slay his sworn enemy, and cleanly at that — to wipe away the humiliation of having fought his opponent’s Dao Avatar for so long without victory.
Beneath the starry sky, Ye Fan stood there, black hair scattered loose, his eyes profound, like a divine king, one beam of starlight after another converging toward him.
In the end, brilliant white starlight cascaded down like a great waterfall, pouring over his body, forming an ocean of radiant light, making the starry sky tremble.
Ye Fan remained utterly composed, in no hurry to strike, as though a god looking down upon the mortal world, everything under his control.
“Come and fight — I’ll take your head!” the Tyrant Overlord declared, standing atop the galaxy, battle energy surging through his entire body, his eyes sharper and more intimidating than a heavenly sword, carrying an air of dominance capable of swallowing mountains and rivers.
Wisps of pulsing energy radiated outward, spreading far into the distance — the various powers trembled, sensing an enormous oppressive force from his body, shaking their hearts, nearly forcing many of them to their knees.
This was the Supreme Tyrant Blood reawakening — his whole body wreathed in hazy purple energy, a colossal shadow rising up behind him, as though an ancient god had crossed realms from the distant past!
“HUMMM!”
The heavens cracked, the stars trembling violently, on the verge of falling. Behind the Tyrant Overlord, the black demon god phantom went berserk, destroying heaven and earth, slashing toward Ye Fan.
“Above heaven, below earth, I alone am supreme!” the Tyrant Overlord roared, his mane of hair flying wildly, merging with that massive demon-god-like phantom shadow, swinging his Tyrant Fist, unstoppable in all directions.
At this moment, the entire starry sky came alive, as though possessed of divine will, Dao patterns weaving hundreds of millions of strands of light, seeming to manifest into a colossal living being!
The originally dark universe now turned brilliant white, the power of countless stars condensing, forging a pair of giant hands for Ye Fan — he too made his move at this moment, pressing down to suppress the Tyrant Overlord.
Ye Fan clearly stood there, yet possessed a pair of starlight arms, as though spanning three thousand realms, reaching deep into the star region, suppressing all things with form.
His Source Arts reached the heavens, drawing upon the Source of All Things, gathering the power of the myriad galaxies into himself, possessing an ultimate, transcendent power!
“BOOM!”
The giant hand forged of starlight struck down, and that colossal ancient demon phantom staggered violently. The Tyrant Overlord cried out long, growing even more divinely mighty, his entire body covered in Dao traces, radiating blazing light.
“One turn of the Moon, ten thousand years pass.”
The Tyrant Overlord roared, his entire body covered in ancient runes flickering into being, merging with that colossal phantom shadow, as though an undying supreme being had returned to life, pouncing forward to kill.
He crushed everything in his path, shattering many meteors, as though moving against the flow of time itself, charging to within extremely close range of Ye Fan — even the pair of light hands forged of starlight could not stop him.
“Forbidden Immortal Seventh Seal!”
Ye Fan roared, shaking heaven and earth, countless stars trembling and rustling, all radiating their fundamental divine light, spreading toward this place, an unimaginably massive force sweeping across the universe.
This was actually a wave of power at the peak Saint King level!
For a mere Saint to display such a peerless divine ability was simply unbelievable. This force was far too overwhelming, the entire star region surging, divine patterns numbering in the thousands upon thousands, densely covering the area, divine might overwhelming the world.
“BANG!”
The Tyrant Overlord was struck down by the giant hand, sent flying, tumbling through the air, a stream of purple blood spraying out!
Only in this place could Ye Fan elevate his Source Arts to such heights, because here stood the Source Heaven Divine Formation, aiding his technique, pushing this supreme secret art to its absolute limit, comparable to the peak years of past generations of ancestral masters.
This was absolutely a Saint King-level secret technique — Ye Fan, as a Source Heaven Master, stood upon this ancient ground, his Source Arts shaking heaven and earth, weeping gods and ghosts, reaching the ultimate realm.
This technique was said to be able to seal immortals — though this was exaggeration, it also spoke to how terrifying it was, and now the seventh layer of seals manifested a magnificence capable of crushing past, present, and future.
The star region shook, layer upon layer of radiance cascading down, pressing upon the Tyrant Overlord, making it hard for him to even stand, sent flying once more, purple blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
“The Tyrant Overlord is wounded!” The crowd was shaken — he had broken his seal, yet now found himself at a disadvantage instead, which no one could understand.
“This place holds the ancient Heavenly Court’s formation — though severely damaged, it’s not something even a Saint King could dissolve. The Saint Body stands here undefeated by nature!” an old voice came from hiding, like the toll of a golden bell, shaking the hearts and spirits of all who heard it.
On the battlefield, the Tyrant Overlord suffered terrifying suppression, layer after layer of starlight pressing down from the heavens, boundless as an ocean, stretching endlessly, silver-white radiance magnificent beyond measure.
Ye Fan swung his golden fist downward — this was the combination of the Forbidden Immortal Seventh Seal’s Source Arts with the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, suppressing the Tyrant Overlord, beating him back repeatedly, purple blood splattering.
At this moment, the Tyrant Overlord found himself in crisis — with his elevated cultivation realm, he feared none of Ye Fan’s other techniques, but in this place, the Source Arts left him especially at a disadvantage.
BOOM!
Five layers of starlight pressed down in succession, wrapping him within, and he struggled like a silkworm in its cocoon, yet could not break free.
“AHHH…”
The Tyrant Overlord roared, struggling with all his might, the phantom shadow merged with him bursting into flame, emitting wisps of dark light, finally shattering the great cocoon, forcing a path out.
The Forbidden Immortal Sixth Seal pressed down, the sixth layer of starlight more terrifying than everything that came before it combined, sending the Tyrant Overlord staggering, falling once more, nearly sealed.
In any other place, Source Arts would never have such tremendous power, but this place was different, able to resonate with the remnants of the ancient Heavenly Court’s formation, acting together.
The Tyrant Overlord was covered in blood, his body battered to pieces, the phantom shadow behind him no longer able to manifest — that was the manifestation of the Tyrant Fist reaching its utmost limit, now damaged.
The Forbidden Immortal Sixth Seal descended, boundless starlight scattering down, like a great river surging, like the sea striking the heavens, wild and boundless, yet also dazzling and brilliant.
This was a magnificent sight — in this starry sky, Ye Fan stood alone atop the galaxy, silver-white divine light boundless below him, engulfing the Tyrant Overlord, suppressing and killing him repeatedly!
For this battle, Ye Fan had prepared thoroughly, capturing several Saints to serve as miners, laying down a peerless Source Divine Formation here, so that he could unleash his heaven-reaching Source Arts.
Of course, in this process, some meteors had exploded, some ancient formations destroyed, because the Tyrant Overlord was too powerful — but any formation patterns related to the ultimate Source Arts remained unharmed, protected by Ye Fan.
“AHHH…”
The Tyrant Overlord’s condition was dire — after the Forbidden Immortal Sixth Seal descended, his skin split and flesh tore all over his body, stark white bone exposed, purple blood splattering, having suffered extremely severe wounds.
“No one in this world can suppress me. Even if you’ve laid down an ancient formation, what of it? I can still break through it all the same!” His eyes blazed with purple light, no whites, no pupils, becoming one solid mass, appearing utterly terrifying.
He chanted immortal scripture, circulating the flawless secret of the character “Zhe,” his entire body radiating precious light, restoring himself almost instantly, as though possessing an undying body.
Moreover, he commanded the Lunar Immortal Sutra, the Dao Sutra, the ancient scripture of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage, and other teachings all fused into one, releasing undying immortal radiance, dignified and solemn, withstanding the sixth seal.
Ye Fan did not hesitate at all, his hands moving, and with the aid of this place alone, barely able to unleash the seventh seal, the vast heavens trembled, the galaxy surging.
Source Arts — its highest realm was not about the source within stone, but about facing all living beings in creation, hence its name, Source of All Things. At this moment, it was displayed to its fullest extent.
The seventh seal emerged, shaking heaven and earth, weeping gods and ghosts, accompanied by the wailing sounds of demons and gods, the vast universe shaking violently, as though about to burst open.
This was the law of the ancient formation, guided by Ye Fan, converging into the Forbidden Immortal Seventh Seal, forming an overwhelming, world-ending power capable of slaying gods and killing Buddhas!
In this stretch of starry sky, countless ancient formations revived, even more blazing than before, a Taiji Immortal Diagram faintly emerging, mysterious and terrifying.
The Forbidden Immortal Seventh Seal required too vast a power, nearly draining this place dry, drawing from the ancient formations, forcing them back to life, releasing a power that shook people to their core!
Ye Fan’s technique was many times more powerful than the hazy version of the Forbidden Immortal Seventh Seal that the fourth-generation ancestral master Wu Yi had once glimpsed, because the heaven-and-earth environment here matched best, having been transformed and carefully arranged by Ye Fan himself.
“Crack!”
The Tyrant Overlord had several bones broken in succession, tumbling six times, his whole body cracked open, white bone exposed, purple blood gurgling, a shocking sight.
Layer after layer of starlight cascaded down, forming a silver-white cage, nearly completely suppressing him, sealing him within.
“You’ve made me angry!” the supreme being of the Heavenly Tyrant Blood lineage said coldly, having suffered repeated setbacks today — not from lack of combat power, but from frustration reaching its limit.
“So what?” Ye Fan said indifferently, standing in the starry sky, like a god transcending the nine heavens, his entire body radiating precious light.
“Watch me break this formation and take your head!” the Tyrant Overlord said darkly. At this moment, he sat down cross-legged, letting the Forbidden Immortal Seventh Seal press down, the starlight forging a cage, trapping him within.
A terrifying aura spread out, a black figure appearing close beside him, demonic energy overwhelming the heavens, shaking the Six Paths!
The various powers throughout the starry sky all shuddered with fear, a wave of chill running through them, feeling as though the most terrifying and evil demon god had walked out from the Age of Myth, appearing in this present age.
“A Divine Spirit’s Malevolent Thought!” Ye Fan’s expression changed, two beams of brilliant divine light shooting from his eyes, like two bolts of lightning slashing across the heavens.
Whose Divine Spirit’s Malevolent Thought was this — which Great Emperor did it belong to?!