From between Wang Chong’s brows, a world gate appeared. A golden ancient battle chariot flew out. Dragon, phoenix, white tiger, black tortoise — the Four Symbols sounded in unison. Radiance blazed ten thousand zhang, surging to the sky.

Wang Teng — said to be the reincarnation of an ancient emperor — stood at the center of the golden ancient battle chariot, like the Celestial Polar Emperor making a circuit of the heavens, a celestial emperor descending to earth, surrounded by four divine beings.

Ye Fan stood a hundred zhang away, filled with astonishment. This person’s aura was overwhelming, leaving one speechless — something never heard of and never seen.

That surging, vigorous aura — like a river of stars flowing, submerging heaven and earth — was terrifying to the extreme. The brilliance blotted out the sun, impossible to look upon directly.

“How can he emerge from within Wang Chong’s brows?” Ye Fan was skeptical, and opened his divine eyes to examine him carefully.

In the back, those dozen or so Holy Son-caliber figures had long since changed color. They had seen this imposing figure before, yet even now their hearts filled with dread.

The four divine beasts in attendance, like a celestial emperor reborn, divine light splendid and brilliant, blood aura surging — it provoked in all of them a fear from deep within their hearts, leaving them without the will to resist.

“It’s not his true body — it’s a fragment of his divine will!”

Ye Fan observed with his Source Heaven Divine Awareness and his heart went cold. This was not a physical body of flesh and blood at all — it was nothing but a divine consciousness as vast as the ocean.

“Just how strong must he be, to have given birth to a strand of divine will like this — residing within his younger brother’s brows…”

This was the first time Ye Fan was so genuinely startled. He had never seen a young enemy this terrifyingly capable — completely beyond anything he had imagined, like a divine Celestial Polar Emperor.

A single thread of divine will transformed into a celestial emperor, attended by four divine beasts, carried upon a golden battle chariot — this was the shape of his divine consciousness. Since ancient times, how many had taken form like this?!

“No wonder there is lightning — this strand of divine consciousness has survived over a dozen Heavenly Tribulations. Even the most conservative estimate means it has long since surpassed the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.”

Ye Fan was greatly shaken. Could this person truly stand shoulder to shoulder with a sage sovereign? At the thought of this question, he couldn’t help sucking in a sharp breath.

Unrivaled among the Northern Plains’ younger generation at fifteen — ten years later, to what frightening level had he grown? No one could say.

From the title of “reincarnation of an ancient emperor” alone, one could infer a thing or two. This person’s achievements would surely be formidable beyond all reason — comparable to the great emperors of the same generation in all of human history.

Wang Chong was very surprised — he had not expected a single imprint of his elder brother to permanently reside within his brows. He called out: “Big brother, help me kill him!”

Boom!

Ye Fan’s heart grew heavy with gravity. The golden lake between his brows took form as a small golden figure, sitting cross-legged in the void, breathing in and out the essence of heaven and earth — resplendent and dazzling.

At the same time, several great phenomena appeared around him. Magnificent mountains and rivers rose and fell. An immortal king sat upon the ninth heaven. A blue lotus stayed beside him.

These were not yet fully formed — they should have been auspicious phenomena, but had not yet fully evolved. Several of the most powerful ancient phenomena manifested in incomplete form.

A golden divine sea churned beneath his feet, waves crashing against the nine heavens. An Yin-Yang diagram rotated at his back, the two forces of life and death flowing in circulation.

Before him, Wang Teng stood tall and imposing, full of heroic spirit, at one with heaven. With every breath, divine light submerged heaven and earth, enveloped in boundless brilliance — like a great emperor walking here from the ancient past.

He had not yet made his move. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, stars dying and being born within them. His expression was indifferent, without any indication of intent. The affairs of the outside world seemed to be of no consequence whatsoever — nothing that could touch the root of his heart.

Wang Chong, seeing Ye Fan’s several phenomena, was astonished. “Big brother, are these those phenomena you said even a lifetime of bitter cultivation would rarely produce?”

The tall figure on the golden battle chariot still said nothing — calm and still — yet the speed at which the stars died and were born within his eyes grew swifter.

Ye Fan’s heart lurched. Golden blood aura soared skyward, setting the vital energy of his whole body to boiling, cutting off all from the outside — for he had sensed an indescribable aura.

“Heaven’s Eye — the Mind’s Eye!”

He suddenly thought of this possibility. This person before him had very likely given birth to a Heaven’s Eye and was examining the secrets of his body.

Ye Fan was inwardly shaken. If this was truly the case, this man was too terrifyingly capable — barely past twenty and already giving birth to a martial Dao Heaven’s Eye. Just how alarming was that.

Although Wang Chong was arrogant before outsiders, before his own elder brother he was as docile as a small kitten. Seeing his brother silent, he did not dare speak rashly.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the golden battle chariot moved, grinding through the high sky, ramming toward Ye Fan. Wang Teng formed a dragon seal with his hands — like a celestial emperor suppressing demons — pressing down in suppression.

Boom!

That vigorous aura, those terrifying fluctuations — like an entire star domain crashing down — were in an entirely different league from Wang Chong’s. In a single strike he sent out eighty-one true dragons.

Dragon cries shook the four directions. Mountains and rivers trembled, reverberating through the cosmos, deafening to the ears. Eighty-one celestial dragons — each one like an eternal divine being — powerful and fearsome.

Bang!

Ye Fan struck out his Human Sovereign Seal, overturning heaven and earth. The common lord of humanity descended, gazing down on all beneath the heavens — clashing against the eighty-one celestial dragons. Wind and thunder churned, resounding without end.

Thunder erupted at the horizon. Dragon-sized as mountain ridges, and the common lord of humanity, engaged in fierce battle — the two sides fought ceaselessly, all manner of light shattering the void.

In the end, the golden battle chariot stopped — unable to advance further. The figure atop it, like a divine being or great demon, remained immovable as a mountain, his entire body radiant with golden light.

Wang Teng’s face remained as indifferent as ever. Not a single word crossed his lips. True dragons, divine phoenixes, white tigers, black tortoises swirled around him — thousands upon thousands of rays of brilliance attending the celestial emperor at the center.

Clang!

The nine divine weapons hovered and floated, swirling at Ye Fan’s side. Each one was warm and lustrous, emitting a soft chime. He picked up a three-inch scarlet jade spear and pressed forward.

At the same time, all manner of phenomena manifested around him with brilliant clarity — even facing such a powerful enemy, this was still only a strand of divine will. He intended to eliminate it in a single strike.

“My elder brother has survived over a dozen Heavenly Tribulations. This strand of divine will has merged with lightning — it is already imperishable. Though his true body has not arrived, it is sufficient to slay every cultivator within the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm! Does the Sacred Physique’s battle power truly surpass the ninth transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm?!” Wang Chong was deeply indignant.

In the distance, more than a dozen Holy Son-caliber figures all went pale. To live in the same era as someone like this was truly a tragedy — no matter how brilliantly you shone, you were nothing but a backdrop of green leaves.

Clang!

Suddenly, Wang Teng slowly drew the golden holy sword from his back. With each inch it emerged, ten thousand threads of holy light burst forth — a blinding sheet of radiance.

At the same time, a vast ocean of power surged in all four directions. The Holy Son-caliber figures in the distance all changed color, unable to help backing away, feeling an incomparable and mighty battle intent.

This was a kind of terrible intent — I alone shall prevail, I alone stand supreme — as though commanding this entire stretch of heaven and earth, with all things held in hand.

“The divine object that weathered tribulation alongside elder brother — the Celestial Emperor Sword!” Wang Chong was greatly agitated, and cried out.

An atmosphere of extreme, piercing cold diffused outward. For every inch the scarlet-gold Celestial Emperor Sword rose, ten thousand more divine might forces surged out, causing the distant mountains to crack and collapse in great waves.

This was not shaped from divine will — it was a golden holy sword. Finally, with a tremendous clang of sound, it appeared in Wang Teng’s hand. He stood on the ancient battle chariot, and brought it slashing forward with full force.

Boom!

Heaven and earth were overturned. Ye Fan gripped the nine divine weapons and moved forward to kill, meeting Wang Teng who held the Celestial Emperor Sword in battle. Brilliance of every kind flashed and sparkled. The earth was cleaved apart. Mountain peaks toppled. The high heavens shattered…

This place became a region of destruction. Nothing could be seen — only brilliance, and the crumbling void, rapidly dissolving into a primordial realm of chaos.

Clang clang! The nine divine weapons hovered, pressing down with force. At the same moment, the Immortal King Ascending to the Ninth Heaven and the other phenomena dove down like divine beings.

Whoosh!

In this very moment, Wang Teng seized Wang Chong with one arm, mounted the golden ancient battle chariot, and flew away, driving toward the horizon — after all, it was only a strand of divine will, and could not sustain prolonged great battle.

“Big brother… though this is only a strand of divine consciousness, it grew through over a dozen Heavenly Tribulations and is already imperishable. Its true body has yet to arrive, yet even so it is sufficient to slay every cultivator of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. Can it be that the Sacred Physique’s battle power has truly surpassed the ninth transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm?” Wang Chong was utterly unwilling to accept this.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Ye Fan gripped the nine divine weapons, manifesting the Immortal King Ascending to the Ninth Heaven, the golden divine sea, the Chaos Blue Lotus, and the other phenomena in full — he intended to eliminate this enemy in a single strike.

In the back, everyone was momentarily stunned. Someone was actually daring to give chase to Wang Teng — this supreme expert that elders of the old generation found terrifying had retreated.

Yet upon reflection, all was clear. After all, it was only a powerful strand of divine will — the true body had not come. If the true body arrived, no one could fathom what terrifying battle power he would have.

Ye Fan’s speed — how swift it was — he nearly caught up to that golden ancient battle chariot. Yet just at that moment, a black hole appeared in the void. The battle chariot plunged straight through and vanished from sight.

He stood in place, momentarily lost in thought. This was a foe beyond imagination. Even now, such a person already had momentum surpassing elders of the old generation — his future achievements were without limit.

“At the most conservative estimate, he must already have surpassed the Dragon Transformation Realm…”

Ye Fan contemplated for a moment, then gripped the nine divine weapons and turned to kill back the way he had come. There were still more than a dozen Holy Son-caliber figures there — all of them had come to surround and destroy him.

“Where do you all think you’re going?!”

This time, he struck with tremendous ferocity. Several jade weapons — small, beautiful, lustrous — the purple jade sword, jade-green blade, white jade shield, scarlet jade spear, ink halberd, and the rest all flew out at once.

Ye Fan moved like a god of slaughter, jade-green blade in hand, slashing down twelve magical treasures in succession. He brought a blade down and severed one paragon’s head — blood shooting straight up into the air.

These people had been without the will to fight from the start. Seeing one person’s head fly up a dozen or more zhang, they were all the more shaken, scattering in all directions — not one of them willing to fight to the death.

In truth, these were quite formidable battle powers — it was just a shame that the will to fight was completely absent. All of them wanted only to flee. So Ye Fan moved through them as through an empty field: the purple jade sword flew out, and he cleaved another person cleanly in two.

Spit!

Ye Fan struck again mercilessly. The scarlet jade spear took flight, carving out an enchanting line of blood, piercing through one person’s skull and nailing them to the rock face — dead by misfortune.

Cries of shock rang out. These people scattered and fled in all directions, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye. Ye Fan gave chase, eliminating four more before finally withdrawing.

By this time, the Yin-Yang Cult’s great masters had also arrived. A thousand li in every direction had been sealed off — they waited without urgency, watching as Ye Fan slipped away again. Yet they were not worried. The formation patterns were contracting — the range would gradually narrow. At that point, not even wings could save him.

At the horizon, the sky was a grey haze, Yin and Yang energies in motion. Ye Fan’s brows furrowed — in the end he decided to take the risk, driving forward with his Movement Scripture.

Thunderous sounds filled the ears. All manner of light blades came hacking at him. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled as he finally triggered the vast formation patterns — yet the Movement Scripture still exerted its effect.

Ye Fan sustained attacks while pushing through by brute force, also using the nine divine weapons to clear a path, advancing arduously for dozens of li until he finally gradually shook free of the formation patterns.

A great black hand came slapping down. The void was squeezed full — pitch black as ink. Laws interwove, striking toward Ye Fan. A great master had been alarmed and came at the first opportunity.

Clang!

Ye Fan used brute force to break through the formation patterns, finally blasting open the last seal of light — shooting through like a lightning bolt, breaking out of the sealed zone.

“What?! Ye Fan killed seven or eight Holy Son-caliber figures, and nearly slew even Wang Teng’s younger brother?”

“This Ye Who Covers the Heavens — he truly has no restraints whatsoever. Daring to come to blows with someone called the reincarnation of an ancient emperor — this matter will not end well!”

“So this is the prodigy from the Eastern Desolation. He never appeared within the Oddity Scholar Manor, but in the end he still made his way to the Central Continent.”

At the Oddity Scholar Manor, a host of young paragons received the news — all of them extraordinarily astonished.