The Great Dao Sacred Vessel — black and crystalline — drifted up and down. It was the vessel of the Dao, with thread after thread of black radiance descending from it, drowning Hua Yunfei in the depths below — these were the laws!
In that moment, he too was untouched by all techniques. His entire being was as vast and profound as the Dao itself, growing ever more unfathomably deep. With the sacred vessel protecting his body, it provided him with boundless power.
This vessel, though not yet fully evolved into its final form, already possessed infinite divine ability and a vast quantity of power. Each time it breathed in and out, it exchanged essential energy with the origin source of heaven and earth.
“The Immortal Ascension Art!”
“The Ten-Thousand Transformations Art!”
Hua Yunfei roared. This time, with the Great Dao Sacred Vessel unified with him, it was entirely different from before. His left hand carried the Immortal Ascension Art as his primary attack, his right hand the Ten-Thousand Transformations Art to dissolve his opponent’s secret techniques — heaven and earth in balance, dragon and phoenix in harmony — surpassing everything that had come before!
The moment the force was released, an entire mountain range ahead became powder, ceasing to exist — demonstrating just how terrifying the offensive power was, and the might of the immortal-ascending force.
Ye Fan’s heart tightened. All other secret techniques were useless — all would be dissolved by the Ten-Thousand Transformations Art. At this moment he activated only the Nine Secrets, reinforcing the golden Tai Chi circle.
This was a life-or-death great battle. There was no denying it: the current Hua Yunfei, whether in terms of constitution or combat strength, could look down on his entire generation. His future achievements were beyond estimation.
In the mortal life-or-death battle, the two fought until the sky fell and the earth cracked open. Many mountains were leveled to flat ground. Numerous great waterfalls flowed upward toward the sky. The lava erupting from below even dyed the heavens red.
The golden Tai Chi circle was dazzling and resplendent. Each time it turned, it was one turning of yin-yang life and death — judging others’ death while judging one’s own life. Its divine profundity was unmatched.
On the other side, the Great Dao Sacred Vessel grew ever more mysterious — manifesting the laws of every heaven, thread by thread descending, enveloping Hua Yunfei within, expounding the wondrous principles of the Dao.
Now, whether it was the primary-attack Immortal Ascension Art or the all-dissolving Ten-Thousand Transformations Art, both far surpassed what they had been before. The laws of ten thousand worlds had permeated them. The origin source was reinforcing them. They had become terrifyingly extraordinary.
Hua Yunfei’s strikes were decisive. He was now utterly merciless. Even just the aftershock of his passing wave, even the lightest touch, turned the earth below into barren wasteland — mountains and rivers reduced to powder, not a blade of grass growing.
Ye Fan’s heart leapt. The Immortal Ascension Art and the Ten-Thousand Transformations Art were indeed supremely profound. Were it not for his evolution of the Tai Chi circle through the Battle Secret Art, today’s battle would most likely have ended in bitter defeat.
Bang!
The two collided in a life-or-death clash. Both suffered the impact of concealed force. Both spat blood, both sent flying.
Ye Fan composed his mind, evolving his own Dao. His entire body gleamed — like seven-colored glazed crystal. The Tai Chi circle was complete, the most fundamental Dao marking, the primordial trajectory of the great Dao.
He breathed the essential energy of heaven and earth, sensing the pulse of the entire great world, becoming one with this realm’s universe — becoming an executor of the Dao. Each strike broke through every art. Each movement was the will of the Dao.
Bang, bang…
The two great powers clashed continuously. Each displayed unmatched and profound meaning, fighting until heaven was dark and earth dim, the sun and moon without light. Across the entire mountain range the scene was one of devastation. Countless sacred lands were destroyed, rivers and mountains shattered.
Many great lakes — with a single strike, gone. Let alone the lake water evaporating in an instant; even the dried-up craters became deserts. There was nothing that could stop them. Everything was destroyed.
The Qinling range stretched for a million li, boundless and without end. Otherwise, had the battle spilled beyond its borders, there would have been untold casualties and endless deaths among the common people.
Even so, countless birds and beasts suffered greatly. Many perished in this world-shaking battle — buried together with those collapsed mountains and rivers in the dust.
In this battle, just the lakes bearing the name Immortal Transformation Pool had already disappeared in three places. It was not difficult to imagine how vast the scope of their battle was. This was a great calamity.
Throughout the Qinling range, every bird and beast, every living being trembled ceaselessly. Even from far away they fled, panic-stricken and unable to find peace — as though fleeing an apocalyptic disaster.
The battle was brutal. Both had suffered wounds. Golden blood and five-colored blood fell continuously from high in the sky — yet their eyes grew ever colder and more fierce. Not one person creased their brow. They fought to the death, battling without pause.
The Great Dao Sacred Vessel — laws cascading down, thread by thread — had become one with Hua Yunfei, black radiance flowing, making him ever more dangerous. The Immortal Ascension Art, the Ten-Thousand Transformations Art — all their profound meanings emerged, like the sun suspended in the sky, complete and in full glory.
Bang, bang…
The two fought intensely, mouths smeared with blood, both sent flying — and then both charging back toward each other. Though the slaughter was fierce, both hearts were tranquil. Even in this critical moment, each was studying the other’s Dao.
The golden Tai Chi circle grew ever more profoundly wondrous. Each time it turned, it was one more division of yin-yang life and death.
Ye Fan was bathed in the light of life, like a divine being — tall and magnificent, commanding mountains and rivers. Each strike sent out a flash of death light, destroying ten thousand things.
In that moment, a primordial breath spread through the air, as though returning to before the beginning of creation — everything reverting to the primitive, with only the primal evolution remaining. Yin and yang energy flowed.
Hiss!
The Tai Chi circle turned lightly, shooting death light outward, attacking the Great Dao Sacred Vessel — the decisive battle had reached its final phase.
Bang!
The Great Dao Sacred Vessel contained boundless power, manifesting the laws of every heaven — inextinguishable. It was a perfect divine object — though vibrating violently, it would not be damaged or cracked.
Yet Ye Fan’s forceful attack had achieved an effect. The Great Dao Sacred Vessel could not be destroyed — but it could be cut off. With his powerful combat force he severed those thread-like cascading flows, seeking to sever the connection between it and Hua Yunfei.
Bang!
The Great Dao Sacred Vessel finally shifted somewhat — no longer centered directly above Hua Yunfei’s heavenly spirit aperture. It nearly flew away.
The two fought from midday until the red sun moved to the west. Wherever they passed was scorched earth, barren and desolate.
In that moment, they finally determined a victor. Ye Fan delivered blow after heavy blow, his killing strikes unending — move after move, one after another.
“Ahhh…”
Hua Yunfei let out a great cry. His hair was scattered and disheveled. He finally suffered a great disadvantage — struck by Ye Fan’s dragon-shaped Dao marking curve, he was nearly split in two.
Boom!
In the distance, a mountain peak was smashed apart. His body fell there — five-colored blood streaming. Yet he quickly rose from the smoke and dust.
“You die, I live — one person walks out.” Hua Yunfei turned ruthless. He opened his mouth and spit — a star flew out, the size of a fist, hovering above his head.
“Agreed — you die, I live, one person walks out!” Ye Fan replied, opening his mouth and spitting as well. His palm produced a small black chariot less than an inch long, black radiance flowing — wriggling like a little dragon.
A Sovereign Divine Weapon!
A treasure weapon capable of sweeping away all rivals of the same tier, unrivaled under heaven. With no holy man in the world, in the hands of a holy lord, no one throughout the five great domains could challenge it!
During the battle they had long since sensed the Sovereign Divine Weapons within each other’s bodies. Both had been guarding against them. Once such a weapon was brought out, rivers of blood would flow and lives would be lost without number.
Above Hua Yunfei’s head, a star glimmered — radiance blazing ten thousand zhang. This was the supreme treasure of the Purple Radiance Star Peak, previously sealed. Over these past two years he had unsealed it layer by layer.
This divine object was left behind by the founding ancestor who established the Purple Radiance sect. Legend said it was a true star that had transformed. Others said it was in truth a holy weapon passed down through generations, but with its fundamental star-soul concealed.
Boom!
The star turned — as though a world was being created. One great star, boundless and infinite, crowded the entire sky. It was as though one had arrived in the outer stellar domain — a single great star dominating every heaven.
On the other side, the small black chariot less than an inch long in Ye Fan’s palm grew to several zhang in length — black as ink, carved with dragons and engraved with phoenixes. He was already standing upon it.
This was the battle chariot he had seized from Wang Teng’s younger brother — that nine-year-old little prodigy — using the Nine Divine Weapons to subdue it, otherwise it truly would have been quite troublesome.
Now, the Nine Divine Weapons had been given to Pang Bo. This black dragon chariot was his. It could face the challenge of any other Sovereign Divine Weapon — there was no need for concern.
Sovereign Divine Weapons in confrontation — unstoppable and overwhelming. Any living being with form, as long as it was struck, no matter how great a hero — death could not be escaped. They were most terrifying of all.
In their very first exchange, the earth within twenty li sank tens of zhang deep in its entirety, completely planed flat. Let alone the mountains on the ground — they became dust in the first instant.
“Hua Yunfei, you cannot go on. In truth you should have long since been defeated. You have continuously activated the Phoenix Tribulation Rebirth Art — you are a spent arrow. Let me send you on your way!”
Ye Fan stood upon the black dragon chariot, Divine Punishment Whip in hand, black hair like a waterfall, eyes flashing cold lightning. Facing that great star that alone suppressed heaven and earth, he was utterly composed.
“In today’s battle I have indeed suffered great damage to my vitality. The Phoenix Tribulation Art has consumed more than half of my origin source — I will need a very long time to recover. The Sacred Physique truly lives up to its name. You, a living divine medicine of the human world — one day I will come to harvest you and refine you in my cauldron. Today, it will be very difficult for you to keep me here — yet I can make you pay a certain price.”
Hua Yunfei’s mouth dripped with five-colored blood — yet his will to battle was high. He drove the great star above his head, pressing it down, advancing with the Phoenix-Winged Gilded Trident in hand.
The great star filling the heavens descended. Ten thousand threads of laws hung down from it. Each one could kill a strong fighter of the same tier. Anyone struck would have very little chance of surviving.
The black battle chariot also surged with boundless Dao markings — each one like a true dragon, opening void realms, shattering all things, destroying everything.
Sovereign Divine Weapon against Sovereign Divine Weapon!
At the same time, Ye Fan swung the Divine Punishment Whip, clashing fiercely with the Phoenix-Winged Gilded Trident in Hua Yunfei’s hand — the two locked in fierce battle.
During this process, the golden Tai Chi circle and the Great Dao Sacred Vessel both drifted up and down. The Battle Secret Art, the Movement Secret Art, the Immortal Ascension Art, and the Ten-Thousand Transformations Art all manifested.
This was a true life-or-death battle. The two employed every means at their disposal — nothing more was held in reserve.
Ye Fan let out a long howl. Having resolved to keep Hua Yunfei here — unwilling to give him any path of survival — he opened his mouth and exhaled. His life essence poured out like river and sea, merging into the golden circle.
Clang, clang…
He swung the Divine Punishment Whip. In a single breath he struck hundreds upon thousands of times — enough to split heaven and earth completely apart. All of it landed on the Phoenix-Winged Gilded Trident.
The Phoenix-Winged Gilded Trident was a secret treasure — eternally solid, undamaged — yet it had endured boundless divine force that could not be reduced to nothing. It vibrated the wounds into its master.
Spit, spit…
Hua Yunfei coughed blood continuously. Half his body was dyed crimson, shimmering with five-colored radiance. Even with the Phoenix Tribulation Rebirth Art supporting him, he could no longer endure it. It was impossible to be reborn without end — that would exhaust his entire origin source.
Clang!
Hua Yunfei brought out a green-bronze tower — battered and broken, originally nine stories, now only five remaining — carrying a terrifying pressure.
“A damaged Sovereign Divine Weapon…” A flash of divine light passed through Ye Fan’s eyes. He said: “Unless you have a holy man’s weapon, nothing you bring out now will avail you!”
The black battle chariot surged forward, clashing head-on against the great star. He swung the Divine Punishment Whip — striking with lightning speed, every blow capable of shattering heaven and earth.
Spit!
Hua Yunfei was shaken into coughing great mouthfuls of blood. It was clear he could no longer hold on. About to flee into the distance — yet he laughed and said: “You cannot kill me. Before long I will return. The many ‘immortality medicines’ of the human world are mine to refine and absorb. By then you will be far from my match.”
“In this world, what is most powerful is not constitution, not ancient scriptures, not divine medicine — it is one’s own heart, one’s own Dao. Dare to appear before me, and I will kill you — just as I am doing now!”
In the distance, a graceful figure came flying over — white robes surpassing snow, black hair like clouds, like a transcendent immortal crossing the waters. Her graceful and beautiful form, shaped by flowing and dancing skirts, was lithe and enchanting.
“Junior Sister Xiaoman, kill him — right now he is also nearly spent.” Hua Yunfei spoke.
Ye Fan stood upon the black ancient battle chariot, Divine Punishment Whip in hand, eyes flashing cold light — quietly looking at Li Xiaoman. Both coming from the far end of the starry sky, he had not originally wished to strike. Yet if she revealed killing intent, then he had no choice but to be merciless.