“Ahh…”
The three Grand Elder-level figures of the Yin-Yang Sect screamed continuously outside the small town, their bodies nearly reduced to charcoal, still struggling, not yet dead.
As for the others, they had already been reduced to ash the moment Ye Fan hurled down that great fire — nothing remained of them at all, returned entirely to dust.
The heart-wrenching screams caused many people in the distant sky to turn pale. This colorful flame could burn even a Sacred Land’s Grand Elder to death — everyone present felt a chill run down their spine.
“Ahh…” With one final struggle, the three Grand Elder-level figures finally turned to charred cinders, collapsing to the ground with a “thud,” shattering into pieces, and then the flames flickered violently once more, reducing them entirely to ash.
Powerhouses at the Eighth Transformation of Dragon Transformation simply could not withstand even a single burn from the colorful flames — their bodies and spirits were utterly annihilated!
Many people had followed Ye Fan to this place, and they were all thoroughly shocked. Ye Fan had traveled countless miles carrying divine flames purely to eliminate these powerful enemies — that his physical body could withstand such intense heat left everyone stunned.
Ye Fan’s physical body was already formidable enough that even without the Bodhi Seed, he could have entered the seventh layer of the Fire Domain — let alone now, with a seed from a fire-countering sacred tree specifically suited for this purpose.
“You’re truly ruthless…” The Yin-Yang Sect’s Holy Maiden’s face was utterly pale, without a trace of color, as she attempted to break through and flee.
“Clang!”
Ye Fan swung the Divine-Striking Whip, cracking the void itself, forcing her back as he said, “Are we the ruthless ones? It was you who came to kill us, yet now you turn around and blame us. Didn’t you say you wanted to cage me and extract my sacred blood? Go ahead and make your move now.”
“Hah!”
Brilliant light burst from the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden’s hand as she scattered a spread of colorful sand, flowing like a river of stars, extraordinarily dreamlike, shimmering in seven colors.
“Retreat quickly, whatever you do, don’t touch that sand!” the Great Black Dog cried out in alarm.
Ye Fan nimbly retreated, dodging the sweeping river of stars. The colorful sand seemed unimaginably heavy — each grain piercing through the void, breathtakingly beautiful yet bizarre, continuing to flow forward.
“This is star sand refined from the remaining bone powder of an ancient sage — a single touch means certain death!” the Black Emperor explained, his expression grave.
Even after death, an ancient sage’s physical form would not decay, except under special circumstances that would cause it to turn to bone powder and disperse throughout heaven and earth. Even so, the bone powder that remained was terrifyingly powerful, containing bizarre divine force and weighing as much as a mountain.
If refined into a weapon by someone, it would be devastatingly powerful, capable of piercing through virtually anything, nearly unstoppable, possessing tremendous destructive power.
Ye Fan finally understood just how precious that sage’s remains in the Azure Flood Dragon King’s treasury truly were — a priceless treasure beyond measure.
“Clang!”
Ye Fan drew out his Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword, refusing to believe this bone powder could destroy a sacred artifact that even a Great Emperor had used to forge weapons. His sword aura surged forward like a rainbow.
“Boom!”
The seven-colored river surged forward violently, growing more ferocious, roaring and raging, radiating a trace of a sage’s authority, like mountains collapsing, terrifying to the soul.
“Just how powerful were the ancient sages?” Even Ye Fan was astonished. The golden Bitter Sea within his body boiled and surged outward, a green lotus swaying at its center.
“Boom!”
The two forces collided in a massive clash. Yet in the end, the golden Bitter Sea managed to hold back the seven-colored heavenly river — it could advance no further.
A cold sneer crossed Ye Fan’s lips. He raised the Divine-Striking Whip once more, swinging it forward, believing this wooden whip could also withstand such immense pressure without snapping. After all, it was merely bone powder — if there were any issue, he could quickly withdraw the whip.
“Clang!”
The Divine-Striking Whip was plain and unadorned, yet incomparably sturdy. It struck against that river of stars, triggering monstrous ripples. Not far away, the Yin-Yang Sect’s Holy Maiden’s figure swayed, blood trickling from between her brows, her expression turning to one of disbelief.
The sage’s bone powder was as heavy as a mountain, unbreakably solid — neither the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Sword nor the Divine-Striking Whip could destroy it, yet they had managed to shake the spiritual consciousness contained within.
“Snatch it away!” The moment the Great Black Dog saw that the seven-colored river of stars could be shaken, its eyes immediately lit up with excitement, urging Ye Fan to act quickly, saying, “If a sage’s bone powder falls into the hands of a Saint Lord-level figure, its power would be boundless — giving it to her would be a complete waste.”
Ye Fan held the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Sacred Sword in his left hand and the Divine-Striking Whip in his right, advancing forward with the golden Bitter Sea shielding his body.
“Swish, swish…”
The seven-colored river of stars flowed forward, emitting strange sounds, piercing through the void as it moved, flickering between bright and dim, surging outside the golden Bitter Sea.
“Boom!”
Ye Fan swung the Divine-Striking Whip, unleashing thousands of strikes in an instant, directly shattering this stretch of void into a broken, desolate wasteland, with only the sage’s bone powder still gleaming radiantly.
In the distance, blood trickled from the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden’s brow once more as she exerted everything she had to try to reclaim this treasure — this item had been something she had obtained by chance within a mountain peak, never having had the opportunity to refine it properly.
Moments earlier, she had already overheard the Black Emperor’s words and finally understood just what kind of divine treasure this truly was, naturally unwilling to let it slip away.
Yet how could Ye Fan possibly give her that chance? The golden Bitter Sea surged violently in all directions, instantly submerging everything, locking down all the seven-colored star sand in place.
“Buzz!”
Within the golden sea, the green lotus flickered once, releasing wisps of misty light. The seven-colored star sand all rose up, gathering together, adhering to the lotus’s body.
“You… give me back my treasure!” The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden cried out in fury.
“Clang!”
Ye Fan swung the Divine-Striking Whip, advancing forward to seize the ancient sage’s bone powder, now completely unrestrained, fighting with everything he had.
“Whoosh!”
The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden, having already sensed the danger posed by the wooden whip, retreated far away, drawing out a mirror — its front side pure white as jade, its back side pitch black as ink — and swung it toward Ye Fan with a swishing sound.
“The Yin-Yang Mirror!”
Distant onlookers cried out in shock — this was a bizarre weapon, capable of killing invisibly. Though it originated in the Central Continent, it was also quite famous in the Eastern Wastes, with numerous imitations in circulation.
“Hah!”
The white light from the mirror’s front side struck him, and Ye Fan felt his spiritual awareness being forcibly restrained, a mysterious force flowing through him — he nearly had his soul torn from his body.
“Hmph!”
He let out a cold snort, and the small golden pond between his brows radiated divine light, a miniature golden sun manifesting, transforming into his own likeness, sitting cross-legged in the void, issuing a soft admonishment from its mouth.
A rumble of thunder echoed through heaven and earth, the void trembling violently, and then that strange force instantly vanished, a flash of white light appearing before the Yin-Yang Mirror.
“So this is the Yin-Yang Mirror — killing the soul itself, impossible to guard against!”
“This is merely an imitation. The true Yin-Yang Mirror was forged by an ancient sage himself, its power beyond imagination. If a Great Emperor’s sacred weapon doesn’t appear, it could sweep across the world unopposed — wherever it shines, death follows, nearly unstoppable.”
In the distance, many people were discussing this, filled with uncertainty and alarm.
Ye Fan advanced forward. The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden flipped the mirror over, revealing its black back side, forming into a black hole that surged toward Ye Fan, seeking to devour him.
“Buzz!”
Ye Fan opened his mouth and spat out the Vajra Zhuo, its surface gleaming brightly, shooting forward like a bolt of lightning.
“Clang!”
The two weapons collided, nearly knocking the mirror away. The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden retreated, quickly pointing at her own forehead, a crescent-shaped Yin diagram manifesting.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Beams of divine radiance shot forth, striking toward Ye Fan. Though she was only at Four Extremes Great Perfection, she was certainly capable of killing many cultivators at the Dragon Transformation realm — any Holy Son or Holy Maiden-level figure could defy the norm to slay immortals.
At the same time, Ye Fan charged forward, wielding his sacred sword and swinging the Divine-Striking Whip, striking at the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden.
This was a great battle. The Yin-Yang Sect, being a supreme sect of the Central Continent, naturally had a Holy Maiden of extraordinary strength, surpassing many outstanding Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of the Eastern Wastes.
“What is that?” Onlookers gasped in astonishment.
Behind the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden, a Yin-Yang diagram appeared, rendering her nearly untouchable by any technique, greatly weakening all of Ye Fan’s offensive methods.
“This is a powerful aura left behind by the Supreme Sect Master, specifically meant to protect outstanding successors.”
“That’s right, it must be a powerful imprint left by the Yin-Yang Sect’s Supreme Elder Master — ordinary people simply couldn’t achieve Yin-Yang fusion like this!”
Ye Fan felt bound hand and foot, that Yin-Yang diagram exerting tremendous influence over him, nearly pulling him in several times, filling him with unease.
Because, faintly, indistinctly, he glimpsed a white-haired, white-bearded old man sitting cross-legged within the Yin-Yang diagram, blurry and hazy, radiating a terrifying aura.
“If I kill the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden, won’t this old fossil’s terrifying imprint revive and burst out?!” he wondered anxiously to himself.
The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden’s heart grew anxious, holding on desperately, hoping for reinforcements to arrive — after all, such a major incident had occurred here, and word would surely spread. Yet Ye Fan’s assault grew increasingly fierce, the Divine-Striking Whip nearly shattering the heavens, exerting boundless pressure upon her.
Had the Yin-Yang diagram not manifested, she would have nearly been unable to hold on. Even so, she remained deeply uneasy — continuing this way, her life was truly in danger.
Everyone present witnessed the Sacred Body’s overwhelming power, expressions filled with shock. At merely the second layer of the Four Extremes realm, overpowering the Central Continent’s Holy Maiden proved to be no great difficulty at all.
“Clang!”
Ye Fan finally unleashed his killing strike, no longer willing to delay. His sacred sword flickered with dark radiance, ringing sharply as he infused it with the Battle Sacred Technique, slashing down to shatter the Yin-Yang Mirror.
“Pfft!”
Blood-light flashed as the sword aura left a long gash across the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden’s right arm, nearly severing off a section of her jade-like arm.
“Holy Maiden, don’t worry — we’re here!” Several elderly figures flew in.
At first, Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat, but upon seeing they were only powerhouses at the Second Transformation of Dragon Transformation, he relaxed immediately.
The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden finally had reinforcements arrive — she had held on for so long that she had come dangerously close to death; without help arriving, she would have found it very difficult to survive.
“Whoosh!”
She turned and fled, light and nimble as a drifting cloud, moving at extraordinary speed.
Naturally, Ye Fan wouldn’t let her go so easily. Pang Bo and the Great Black Dog moved to intercept as well, preventing her escape.
“Holy Maiden, retreat quickly — we’ll hold off this little wretch!” Several Dragon Transformation cultivators rushed forward to the front lines.
“Who do you all think you are? Die, all of you!” Ye Fan unleashed his phenomenon, charging through and instantly immobilizing them all.
Pang Bo unleashed the Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes, cutting them down like slicing radishes.
“Today, you have nowhere to run, up in the heavens or down on earth. Didn’t you say you’d cage me and raise me alongside exotic beasts? Today, I will surely kill you!” Ye Fan pursued relentlessly.
“We’re here — you dare act so recklessly!” After chasing over a hundred li, they encountered more Yin-Yang Sect members, several elders blocking the path with grim expressions.
“So what if you’re at the Dragon Transformation realm?” Ye Fan paid them no mind at all, swinging his sacred sword to slash them down.
Pang Bo and the Great Black Dog charged forward as well, and these cultivators proved unable to stop them — without anyone above the Fourth Transformation of Dragon Transformation joining the fray, the problem simply couldn’t be resolved.
After chasing over a thousand li, the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden, her tendons nearly severed by the Divine-Striking Whip, spat out blood and screamed, “If you kill me, my Sect Master will surely destroy you! Even the Divine King’s protective mark won’t save you then!”
“I’ll be waiting for your Sect Master to come and try to kill me!”
Ye Fan swung his sacred sword, brilliant sword aura tearing through heaven and earth, nearly splitting the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden in two. Had the Yin-Yang diagram not rotated to intercept it, he would have already ended this battle.
“Ahh…”
The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden screamed as another terrifying gash appeared on her body, yet she simply couldn’t withstand Ye Fan’s assault. She had already fought for several hundred exchanges — managing to hold on until now was already the absolute limit of her endurance.
“Buzz!”
Ye Fan swung the Divine-Striking Whip, striking with such force that the void itself collapsed, finally knocking away that fused Yin-Yang Dao diagram, advancing forward with his sacred sword.
“Junior, you dare kill my sect’s disciples?” Not far away, within the Yin-Yang diagram, a white-haired, white-bearded old man sat cross-legged, his figure blurry, yet his presence soul-stirring.
“Sect Master!” the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden cried out.
“So what if I kill her?” Ye Fan remained utterly unconcerned.
The white-haired, white-bearded old man sat silently within the Yin-Yang diagram, saying nothing at all, yet his eyes carried an icy coldness beyond measure — this alone served as a form of deterrence and warning.
“You’ve destroyed our sect’s stronghold — if you kill me, there will be nowhere left in this world for you to find refuge!” the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden warned.
“I’m the type of person who fears no threats at all. If your Supreme Sect Master has enough confidence, let him go challenge the Peerless Divine King instead. Today, I will surely kill you!” Ye Fan swung his sword to strike.
The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden resisted with all her strength, and that Dao diagram flew back to protect her as well. Yet Ye Fan, unwilling to risk any unforeseen complications, unleashed both the Battle Sacred Technique and the “All” Mystery Technique simultaneously, intending to end the battle with a single decisive strike, fearing reinforcements might arrive.
“You…” The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden retreated, still attempting to flee.
“Sending you on your way!”
The sacred sword hummed softly, its aura soaring into the heavens as tenfold combat power struck down, splitting apart that Dao diagram. The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden screamed, yet she simply couldn’t withstand the blow — she was instantly split in two on the spot!
“Pfft!”
Ye Fan swung his hand once more, shattering her spiritual consciousness as well, thoroughly and completely killing her. The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden’s life came to an end, her beauty scattered and destroyed, blood staining the Eastern Wastes.
“This…”
“The Yin-Yang Holy Maiden has been killed — this is an earth-shattering event!”
Everyone who had followed this far stood frozen in shock. Ye Fan had killed a Holy Maiden of the Central Continent — this would absolutely send shockwaves through the entire Eastern Wastes, for she was the most outstanding female disciple of a supreme sect.
That final strike had carried such immense power that no one thought to question it further, all assuming the Yin-Yang Holy Maiden had simply exhausted her strength, unaware that it was actually the power of Ye Fan’s “All” Mystery Technique at work.
“Junior…” The blurry old man’s voice within the Yin-Yang diagram turned icy cold beyond measure.
“Attack, kill him too!” Pang Bo, ever fierce and bold, was the first to launch an attack against this diagram, with the Black Emperor pouncing forward as well.
Ye Fan naturally understood that this imprint could not be allowed to remain — it belonged to a Supreme Sect Master, and there would surely be great trouble if left unchecked, especially since it had likely already glimpsed the “All” Mystery Technique.
In the distance, countless cultivators watched with mouths agape — this pair of men and one dog were truly formidable, having killed the Yin-Yang Sect’s Holy Maiden, and now intending to erase even the old Sect Master’s life imprint as well.
Ye Fan’s phenomenon, Pang Bo’s Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes, and the Great Black Dog’s intricate formation techniques all struck simultaneously, finally shattering the Yin-Yang diagram completely, severing the old man’s head in the process.
“How ruthless — even a fragment of the Yin-Yang Sect Master’s imprint has been destroyed!” Everyone watched, utterly dumbfounded.
That very day, the news spread like wildfire, sweeping across the Southern Region and through the Eastern Wastes — the younger generation had finally witnessed the death of a Holy Maiden, the very first such case!
The Yin-Yang Sect was consumed with thunderous rage!
Everyone throughout the Eastern Wastes was stunned — the Doomsday Sacred Body had proven far too reckless, killing the Holy Maiden of a supreme sect from the Central Continent, leaving everyone shaken to their core.
Yet just then, Ye Fan brought forward the thirty gifted children before the gathered crowd. Numerous cultivators from various sects were present, and many recognized the children belonging to their own factions.
The Yin-Yang Sect found itself under tremendous pressure, with countless sects throughout the Eastern Wastes turning hostile toward them. Several great Sacred Lands stepped forward as well, jointly applying pressure upon the Yin-Yang Sect.
“Farewell, Southern Region!”
On this day, Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and the others crossed the void, heading toward the central region where the Undying Mountain and Sacred Cliff were located, leaving behind this land of conflict and trouble.
The central region of the Eastern Wastes held many ancient demon-clan legacies, being the birthplace of the demon race, along with ancient sacred lands like the Wind Clan. This central territory gathered the most supreme forces of both the demon and human races.
Furthermore, besides the Undying Mountain, the Immortal Mausoleum, one of the seven Life Forbidden Zones, was also located within this region.
It could be said that the central region was the most flourishing and ancient sacred ground of the Eastern Wastes, the very origin of all inheritance — legend held that even the Nine Mysteries had originated and flowed forth from this land.