The legacy left behind by the Three Pure Ones of Daoism should be one of the most powerful lineages since ancient times — it could absolutely not be a discarded teaching!

“When the source of the heart is clear, one glance shatters ten thousand things. When the vital energy fights fiercely, ten thousand feelings become one breath. Observe the ten thousand things with one heart…” Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the void, growing ever more ethereal, as if transmitting his voice beyond heaven and earth.

Above his head, the Cauldron of the Mother Qi of All Things floated and sank, all manner of runes flickering upon it, letting fall the mother qi born in the age when heaven and earth were first split, making him appear even more hazy and indistinct.

The ancient scripture rang out word by word like gold and stone striking together, resonant and piercing, echoing across the cosmos, illuminating the universe, filled with an aura of utmost yang and utmost hardness, working to deliver the divine will opposing him.

At this moment the Demon Lord hesitated, wavering, extremely wary of this kind of scripture — as if it were naturally suited to subduing his yin spirit and malevolent thoughts, capable of shattering it into ruin.

“Roar…” He let out a pained howl, suffering tremendous torment, even feeling the urge to turn and flee.

He stretched out his limbs, raised his head to gaze into the depths of the heavens, faced the starlight of the myriad heavens from afar, and roared in fury, making everyone tremble — faint wisps of a supreme aura seemed to spread from him.

A thunderous boom!

The heavens collapsed and the earth caved in; that place turned into fragments of chaos, everything falling into ruin. The divine will fought with all its strength, refusing to let the sound of scripture-chanting draw near. No one had expected such a violent reaction from him!

“Is this the Flawless Sutra of Deliverance!?” From deep within the starry sky, a white-haired elder cried out in shock.

“It’s the flawless ancient scripture. Ordinary people might not know of this thing, but we understand it deeply — its origins are immense!” another elder said, his expression grave as well.

From beginning to end, the two of them remained detached, as if standing outside this battlefield merely observing the fight, very different from the other cultivators, their own beings merged with the great Dao of the universe.

The Sutra of Deliverance — in the eyes of some ancient sages, it was not the scripture of a human Sovereign. People only knew it had extraordinary uses, capable of delivering all living beings from suffering, strange and unparalleled beyond compare.

Yet now it displayed such peerless might, shaking all the heroes present.

Across countless ages, few had ever managed to gather the complete scripture, which led some to believe that the full text might indeed be a Sovereign’s scripture, adding to its mysterious aura.

“Long ago, within the First Azure Heaven, the empty song of jade-green skies, the great Fuli earth. The suns and moons of all heavens, the stars and constellations, the mountains and seas that hold the clouds, heaven with no floating haze…”

Ye Fan, solemn and dignified, chanted the immortal scripture aloud, seeking to dissolve this demon born of yin energy. Dao light flowed over his body; he sat cross-legged upon the nine heavens like a golden-bodied Dao Ancestor, the river of stars reversing, chaotic qi swirling hazily about him.

Wisp after wisp of immortal light shot forth, like sword after immortal sword slashing at the divine will, ringing with a clear metallic sound, as if transmitted from the primordial beginning, cutting through eternity, dazzling and brilliant.

“Woo-ah…”

Gray mist billowed to the heavens; this Demon Lord let out roar after long roar, shaking the vast boundless universe until it trembled, yin energy sweeping forth like a boundless ocean, making the assembled heroes feel as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Just how powerful a Demon King was this? Once again it exceeded people’s expectations — the divine radiance formed from the Sutra of Deliverance, when it slashed at him, was entirely worn away.

He strode forward again, bearing yin energy and demonic might that pressed down upon the heavens as he advanced, his eyes holding endless cold and mercilessness, reaching out a terrifying palm, grasping toward what lay ahead.

“Hiss!”

Around Ye Fan, ribbons of golden radiance surged skyward, as if flames of ascension to godhood had been lit upon the Deification Platform, ancient runes there interweaving with one another.

This was the forbidden formation from the arts of the Origin Heaven, which he had obtained from Wu Yi, the fourth-generation Patriarch of Origin Heaven. It spread all around him; he sat cross-legged upon the sacrificial altar, Dao-marks densely covering the surroundings.

Blood dripped from Ye Fan’s fingertips, golden blood flowing along the lines of divine markings, like little golden snakes swimming along, instantly transforming into a golden formation array that merged with the Dao-markings.

A great sound rang out here, a deep resounding boom, as if heaven and earth were being split open anew, the star-domain trembling, primordial immortal light dancing through the air!

Utmost divine, utmost sacred, utmost hard, utmost yang — this forbidden formation array emitted a hazy mist of the immortal realm, enveloping Ye Fan, cutting off all the gray yin mist.

Moreover, the Sutra of Deliverance grew even more grand, as if drifting down leisurely from the age of myth long past, resounding like the great bells and chimes, awakening and startling all who heard it.

“Ah…”

The divine will roared, clouds of yin mist bursting open across its body, its form trembling violently. Facing the utmost divine, utmost sacred formation of pure yang, facing the flawless Sutra of Deliverance, it suffered grievous injury.

After all, this was no ordinary young Daoist chanting scripture — it was a supreme existence at the Eighth Heaven of Sagehood suppressing gods and ghosts, its dharma power beyond imagining.

Beam after beam of radiance shot forth; from Ye Fan’s mouth bloomed unending auspicious light, and finally, sweet dew fell from heaven, divine lotuses grew from the void, golden and glowing, fragrance filling the air.

This place became a sacred pure land!

Every ancient character Ye Fan chanted manifested into true form, as though cast from metal, transforming into shapes the size of mountains, flying toward the Demon Lord, pressing down and suppressing him.

This was deliverance after deliverance — mountain-sized metal characters crushed down the boundless void, delivering the yin energy of the mortal world from suffering, the gray mist dissolving like ice and snow, hissing and crackling as it vanished completely.

The divine will struggled in agony; through its black cloak seeped a thread of black blood, annihilating the void, giving off a scent of utmost evil, utmost malice — it had been wounded through the continuous process of deliverance.

This was a natural form of suppression; the Sutra of Deliverance had been created precisely for these yin spirits and ghosts, possessing tremendous destructive power — even if chanted silently by an ordinary mortal, it would still have some effect.

A boom!

Behind it, a sea of corpses and blood transformed into a wave surging toward Ye Fan, sweeping through the nine heavens and ten earths, the star-domain roaring.

Star after star burst apart, countless Dao-markings worn away, including unactivated remnant formations of the ancient Celestial Court, as if suffering the baptism of creation itself.

“Pfft!”

Ye Fan coughed up blood, having suffered an extremely severe wound. A wisp of utmost yin energy passed through the golden formation and pierced into him, unable to be defended against, making him feel as if he had fallen into the Nine Serenities’ underworld, cold from head to toe.

In an instant, ghastly white bone was exposed all over his body, blood dripping everywhere, great swathes of golden flesh and blood corroded away completely, an unbearable sight.

Ye Fan’s body was wracked with pain, as if ten thousand ghosts were gnawing at him. The gray mist wore away only to regenerate, wrapping around him. He circulated his mantra of characters with one part of his focus while chanting the Sutra of Deliverance with the other, not daring to stop.

This was a powerful divine will — one that could easily slay a Sage King without effort. Had it not been for the golden forbidden formation and the Sutra of Deliverance in hand, Ye Fan would already have been in mortal danger!

Throughout the heavens, the assembled heroes felt it even more keenly — the gray yin mist surged forth, meteor after meteor bursting apart, and even greater planets shattered into pieces, terror reaching its peak. Several who had deep cultivation but excessive boldness, having drawn too close, could not dodge in time; their bodies shattered on the spot, their spiritual consciousness annihilated, an unbearable sight.

What manner of tremendous power was this? Two Sage Kings had not even managed to let out a groan before becoming cosmic dust under the ripples of that yin mist.

The assembled heroes understood — this divine will was more terrifying than they had imagined; approaching it meant certain death, impossible to deal with.

At this point, people came to understand ever more deeply just how difficult Ye Fan’s position had been. Bearing the brunt of the assault, he had actually survived, though in a wretched state, having nearly become a skeleton of bare bone — yet this performance alone was enough to shake the world.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Suddenly, a beam of jade-green light surged upward, dispelling the yin mist around Ye Fan, igniting a flame of utmost yang divinity, restoring tranquility to that place once more.

A single solitary lamp appeared, suspended in the void, appearing eerie and mysterious, its flame flickering — not especially vigorous, but absolutely possessing the divine effect of suppressing and slaying yin spirits and evil demons.

At the wick, a little old man sat cross-legged, his eyes opening slightly, smiling in a most bizarre manner. He opened his mouth and spat forth a stream of divine fire, charging toward the aggressive Demon Lord ahead.

“Woo-ah…” The divine will let out an extremely resentful, miserable cry, threads of black blood dripping down from beneath its feet, having suffered a heavy blow.

It retreated repeatedly, its merciless, cold eyes showing faint traces of wavering, staring unblinkingly at that ancient lamp, as if struggling to think something through.

Let alone the divine will — even everyone else was startled. What kind of divine lamp was this, that it could actually force back the divine will!

It was cast from bronze, its shape bizarre — a human body with a ghostly face, rather unsettling to look at, especially with the little old man formed from the wick smiling so eerily.

The bronze lamp was covered all over in green rust, its mottled surface exuding an ancient air, and yet it had actually suppressed the divine will, keeping it from daring to approach.

This was the Coffin-Suppressing Lamp that Ye Fan had obtained beneath the Great Thunder Sound Monastery on the ancient star of Huoyu — it could not be regarded as an ordinary magic treasure, for it was a secret vessel that held no offensive power against ordinary people, only possessing world-conquering divine might against yin spirits alone.

Ye Fan firmly believed this lamp could suppress the many living beings in the world born of yin, because it had originally been the terrifying treasure Shakyamuni had used to suppress the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body’s divine will.

To this day, no one could say clearly its true origin.

“This… could this not be that ancient artifact left over from the age of myth? How did it end up in his hands?” Deep within the starry sky, those two white-haired elders were shaken.

“That’s right. It closely matches the records in the ancient texts — a human body with a ghostly face, personally forged by the Numinous Treasure Celestial Venerable, one that makes the underworld both fear and dread it.”

No one could hear their conversation; at this moment everyone was focused on the battlefield, never expecting Ye Fan to be able to block the invincible divine will at this critical moment.

“Ten cycles of deliverance, a hundred demons’ hidden echoes, separation and union follow nature’s course, the chaotic cave’s crimson script, none above the ultimate truth…”

Ye Fan, dignified and solemn in bearing, transformed into an immortal Dao Venerable, the scripture he chanted growing even grander, resonating throughout all the heavens. And the golden flesh and blood on his body regenerated, his wounds entirely healed, his form restored, growing ever more unfathomable.

The flames of the human-bodied, ghost-faced lamp roared, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earths, piercing through all mist and yin energy, locking onto the divine will, intent on burning it away completely.

The divine will possessed magic that could pierce heaven and earth, yet at this moment it could not muster it, trembling beneath this ancient lamp, all the yin energy on its body sealed away.

Suddenly, the black cloak covering its head flew up; it abruptly raised its head to the sky and let out a howl that shattered the heavens, its ghostly hair thrashing wildly, boundlessly terrifying.

Everyone was stunned — as star after star burst apart, it also revealed its true face, a pale visage that looked exactly like a real, ancient physical body!

“Who is he — why does he seem so familiar? I feel as though I’ve seen this very silhouette in an ancient stone carving!”

“Is that his true face — the malevolent thoughts of an ancient Sovereign of old…? He’s the being from the stone carving. The products of ancient supreme beings pursuing eternal life are far too terrifying!”

The two elders deep within the starry sky were shaken; the more they understood, the greater the fear in their hearts grew. Having seen that pale visage, their hearts pounded violently.

“Sacred Body, I have come!” A magnificent figure appeared, the Overlord standing firm beneath the vast heavens, purple energy surging skyward. It had to be said his combat strength was astonishing — he had actually fought his way over from the yin fish region, entering the yang fish region of the Taiji Immortal Diagram.

Ye Fan rose to his feet, his expression solemn, an ancient lamp suspended by his shoulder, standing upon the golden platform of the formation, like an ancient emperor upon the Deification Platform, the light in his eyes shifting and unfixed, encompassing all living beings.

“Boom!”

He pointed with his right hand, and the ancient lamp — the remnant of the Numinous Treasure Celestial Venerable left in the mortal world — charged toward the divine will, burning down the star-domain.

“Ah-woo…” The divine will howled, retreating at extreme speed, not daring to make contact with the ancient artifact left behind by the Three Pure Ones of Daoism.

“Bang!”

It crashed into the Overlord’s body — purple blood splattered everywhere, the Overlord’s magnificent body nearly torn into pieces, upper and lower halves separated, ghastly white bone protruding.