The body of the young supreme of the Vast Heaven Overlord Blood lineage was struck and split into two halves — the lower half fell away, the upper half flying askew, jagged white bone exposed, great splashes of purple blood scattering down.

The many heroes present seemed struck by a curse, motionless, all fallen silent, their bodies as if frozen in ice — a deathly stillness.

Beneath the starry sky, Ye Fan stood alone, his robes fluttering, his heart empty and clear, not a trace of killing intent remaining, his expression serene and composed, calmly watching the turning of sun and moon, the brilliance of the star river.

He had entered the Divine Prohibition realm, dwelling in a mysterious and wondrous state — his physical body and primordial spirit reaching the very pinnacle of human existence, his entire being crystalline and flawless!

The instant he set foot in this realm, his Dao body vanished at once, involuntarily transforming into a wisp of pure qi returning to his true body, his flesh flowing with crystalline immortal radiance — this was a person’s strongest state.

“Aah—”

The young supreme of the Vast Heaven Overlord Blood lineage cried out, filled with humiliation. This battle left him bitter — possessing a body full of combat power, yet time and again falling behind, completely suppressed!

This had never happened before. Since he had emerged onto the path, he had swept through every opponent, advancing like a blade through bamboo, never once blocked by anyone. Yet now he was a failure, tasting defeat again and again, suffering wound after wound — a heavy blow to him indeed.

Within the starry sky appeared a flame of divine fire. The Overlord, covered in blood, hair disheveled, activated the “Zhe” Character Secret on its own, his body blazing fiercely as he repaired his wounds with his divine essence blood.

His heart was unwilling, filled with fury — he refused to sink into defeat, determined to defeat his old enemy in his strongest state, to defeat the Sacred Body from the Star of the Buried Emperor, and wash away his shame.

“With my strongest state, I fight — building my Dao, revealing my divine power, in this world I alone am supreme!”

The Overlord roared, this his fighting will, his unyielding resolve, an undying divine power sweeping forth, his entire body radiant, repairing his wounds and reaching his optimal state.

“Boom!”

The Overlord released a terrifying aura that overwhelmed the nine heavens, as if a river of stars were turning, radiating his most powerful divine energy waves, his entire body giving off blazing purple light.

With a cracking sound, a pair of golden roc wings grew from his back, severing the nine layers of heaven!

“Dong—” The bell’s toll spread, deafening. Within his forehead bone, a small purple figure stepped out, transforming into a fist-sized purple divine bell!

“Aaooo—”

A dragon’s cry shook the nine heavens; from within his thick hair emerged a pair of terrifying dragon horns, an unrivaled dragon might spreading forth, filling the boundless starry sky with oppression.

These were all his divine forms, now condensed into one, displaying the terrifying nature of the Vast Heaven Overlord Blood lineage, gathering the strongest of them all into a single body.

The Overlord Blood lineage possessed nine great divine forms, manifesting one after another as cultivation strengthened — such as the roc divine form, the great bell Dao body, the true dragon Dharma body…

These divine forms each had different appearances — some legendary immortal beasts, others the world’s mightiest weapons, and others still direct manifestations of the Dao body.

The Overlord had already cultivated four or five of these divine forms; at this moment he chose the strongest combination, gathering their strengths into one, displaying his combat stance at its very peak.

The crowd gasped in shock — ordinary cultivators, even after a lifetime of painstaking cultivation, rarely achieved a single divine form. This was an extraordinarily difficult Dao fruit to attain, achievable only by a peerless heavenly prodigy.

Yet the Overlord alone had cultivated four or five divine forms, with the potential to eventually reach nine, ultimately fusing them into one — truly terrifying to the utmost extreme.

At this moment, forget the battle itself — merely his aura alone was enough to instill fear. The Overlord’s body surged with purple light, like a burning deity, releasing undying power.

This overwhelming, world-conquering wave made all the sages tremble. As the final few divine phoenix feathers appeared upon his body, a resounding clang shattered heaven and earth — the feathers of the Immortal Phoenix divine form ringing like a hundred thousand heavenly swords in unison.

He had gathered the strongest traits of four or five divine forms into one, reaching the pinnacle of what this realm could offer — utterly capable of scorning the other sovereigns of this realm, looking down upon the boundless cosmos.

As the young supreme of the Vast Heaven Overlord Blood lineage, having reigned supreme on the human ancient path for decades, undefeated all this while — there was good reason for it. With this combat stance unveiled, who could contend with him?

Though the Demon God, the Human King, the Heavenly Emperor, and others had never truly fought him directly, all being wary of one another, one could imagine that the Overlord’s strongest combat stance was, at present, nearly unsolvable, difficult for anyone to match.

Today, he had been forced to this point by Ye Fan — this was his greatest trump card, his final resort, yet he had no choice but to reveal it before the eyes of the world.

“Kill!”

The Overlord let out a great roar and charged forward, his peerless battle-qi ravaging the star-domain, truly supreme and alone, terror overflowing to the heavens!

Behind him, a pair of roc wings spread open, dominating the universe, as if crushing three thousand worlds. At his brow, the small purple figure transformed into a bell continuously shook, spreading ripples of divine intent that destroyed all things, specializing in severing the primordial spirit.

Additionally, the immortal phoenix feathers and true dragon horns also tore through heaven and earth, each displaying its own divine might, shaking the hearts of all who watched.

Ye Fan was moved — he had to admit that the Vast Heaven Overlord Blood lineage was rightly the Sacred Body’s old rival, and for good reason. This strongest combat state was utterly stunning, its combat power defying the heavens.

Everyone was shaken. They had thought this battle had reached its conclusion, that the Overlord had drunk his fill of bitterness and could never rise again, doomed to defeat. Who could have imagined that, at this final juncture, he would reveal his greatest trump card, striking back from the brink of destruction.

Everyone was stunned, even the human race’s Path Guardians could not help but gasp — with this invincible stance, who could contend against it? Truly unrivaled.

Even though Ye Fan had already been remarkably impressive, displaying heaven-defying feats, it was still uncertain whether he could win. Now everything was filled with suspense — everyone held their breath, staring unblinking.

The outcome of the battle might be revealed at this very moment, determining the final victor!

Ye Fan remained calm and composed, standing firm within the Divine Prohibition realm, not withdrawing, allowing him to look down upon the world, even against the Overlord’s strongest combat stance.

Under normal circumstances, Ye Fan would need to fight to the death. But having entered this realm, he was elevated above the human ancient path entirely — as long as he did not exit this state, even a deity of the same realm arriving would have to be suppressed.

Rumble!

The Overlord charged forward, magnificent beyond compare, a rare sight in ages past and present — such a heroic figure was seldom seen even once in a lifetime!

Unfortunately, he had encountered Ye Fan, whose current state was too profound and mysterious — only by becoming a Great Emperor could one remain long in this realm, and now he had touched it, standing firm within it. Among his peers, who could rival him?

The purple bell at the Overlord’s brow trembled violently, shaking the starry sky to pieces; his roc wings severed one shooting star after another; the immortal phoenix feathers tore through the cosmos like a hundred thousand immortal swords dancing wildly, magnificent and dazzling!

The many sages sighed in admiration, while many weaker cultivators nearly prostrated themselves upon the ground — this invincible stance was too shocking, truly rare since ancient times.

Even the Path Guardian was moved, nodding repeatedly, believing that at this moment the Overlord had transcended himself, displaying the qualifications for the path to supremacy.

Yet, just at this moment, everything suddenly changed, freezing the astonished expressions on everyone’s faces.

The Overlord was like a divine flower blooming to its most magnificent stage, only to be snapped off alive at its most beautiful moment, its stem falling as it was struck into countless crystalline petals, withering in despair.

Everyone stood frozen, faces filled with shock, followed by a hollow emptiness in their hearts, and finally an endless dread rising within.

Ye Fan stood serene as an immortal, no golden blood-qi surging forth, no powerful divine power wave, no strange phenomena, no Dao body secret techniques — he simply stood there calmly, brushing forward with a single strike.

The Overlord had charged forward in his strongest combat stance, reaching perfection, the great cosmos resonating as if in the creation of heaven and earth — his combat power, for this realm, could be called unprecedented in ages.

Yet under that single brush of Ye Fan’s hand, he was instantly sent flying, like a puppet struck by a great iron hammer, his entire body cracking apart — even with several divine forms combined, he could not withstand it.

“Puh!”

The Overlord vomited blood, his entire body wounded, sent flying tens of thousands of feet away, and then, in the void, exploded with a boom — purple blood and bone fragments scattering everywhere, a gruesome sight.

All his great divine forms shattered at once, dissolved by a single strike from Ye Fan!

The Overlord’s body was torn into four, his blood staining the lands beyond.

This should have been the most glorious instant — instead, Ye Fan cast him down into hell, forcibly extinguishing that brilliance, shattering him at the very moment of his most resplendent glory, turning it into a tragic, fleeting beauty.

The crowd was at a loss, for this was nothing like what they had expected. Even though Ye Fan had been astonishing, capable of heaven-defying feats, he should not have been able to suppress and slay so forcefully.

Yet the cruel truth lay right before their eyes.

Everyone understood — the Overlord had lost. This battle was irreversible. It was not that he lacked brilliance — in this realm, his performance could truly be called unprecedented in ages — but his opponent was even mightier.

Everyone found it hard to believe. What was invincibility? Ye Fan had embodied it with his very being — beyond dispute, dazzling and brilliant, astonishing beyond compare!

Across the starry sky came sounds — half-crying, half-laughing, a tangle of fury, grief, sorrow, and lament. The Overlord bathed in his own blood, reshaping his body, his face unclear whether stained with blood or tears of blood.

All his life, he had charged forward fearlessly, undefeated across the starry paths — yet here, he tasted bitterness, and this defeat left him with a heart-wrenching pain.

He had already displayed his strongest combat stance — by rights, he should have been invincible beneath the starry sky; even a Great Emperor in youth would have been no different. How could he still lose?

Unwilling, heartbroken, filled with grief and fury, he raised his head to the heavens and roared: “I refuse to accept this!”

The Overlord would not submit to fate, would not bow before his enemy — that was not his nature. He would rather die in battle than lower his head.

In this moment, he activated a forbidden power he normally never manifested — to kill another, he must first sacrifice himself, and this could very well destroy him utterly!

“Rumble!”

Within this stretch of starry sky appeared a terrifying scene — a blood-soaked ancient path emerged, flanked on both sides by endless white bones, leading to a resplendent summit.

Using the bones of countless heroes to build a sacrificial platform, drenched in blood, bones piled high — the Overlord walked this path onto the platform, beginning the sacrifice, pouring his overlord blood upon the bone altar.

“Sacrifice my true spirit, resurrect my Dao Self!” the Overlord whispered mournfully, a demonic power echoing beneath the starry sky.

Everything unfolding before their eyes was so bizarre — a fierce wind rose, ghosts wailed and spirits howled, endless bodies manifested, and within the shadowy phantoms, countless corpses of gods and demons fell.

“What ancient method is this?” Everyone stood frozen, watching this scene in disbelief.

“A forbidden technique created by the divine spirits — it truly exists in this world! Sacrificing oneself in blood to resurrect one’s Dao Self, waging a battle to the death!” Deep within the starry sky, a Path Guardian was moved, his expression one of shock — he had never witnessed this before, only having seen vague records of it in ancient texts, never expecting the Overlord Body to display it today.

Within the human body dwell the Departed Self and the Dao Self, according to legend — the former recites scriptures for this present life in the past, while the latter comprehends the great Dao in the future; both possess unfathomable divine might.

The Overlord’s actions were beyond comprehension — he could actually harness part of the Dao Self’s combat power, resurrecting an invincible future self to join in this present battle.

Beneath the starry sky, Ye Fan’s long robes fluttered, transcendent and otherworldly, treading upon the pure starlight, striking forward directly!

Divine Prohibition — an extreme realm where only divine spirits could dwell, surpassing the eight prohibitions and constraints, the human body reaching its strongest state, a living myth.

Within this realm, one would no longer be hindered, breaking through all limitations. Ye Fan sensed that the long-dormant “Jie” Character Secret had revived, activating on its own!

The Jie Character Secret could display tenfold combat power — an indescribably powerful sensation, one that only ancient Great Emperors could taste. In a sense, the Jie Character Secret could hardly be appreciated by any who had not attained the pinnacle of the Divine Prohibition realm.

“Boom!”

This time, Ye Fan once again delivered only a single brush of his hand. The Overlord shattered, blood spraying everywhere. Though the Zhe Character Secret had reformed his body once more, he had lost his spirit entirely. He no longer fought back, standing motionless as if turned to stone, gazing up at the starry sky, his face streaked with tears of blood, all thoughts of resistance gone.