The Nine Li Scroll — a terrifying extreme Dao imperial weapon, capable of erasing every powerful fighter in the mortal world — the ultimate weapon in this world.
Now seized in Ye Fan’s hand with one grip, shaken with a crashing flourish — a fluctuation that trampled the three realms and six paths, destroying all living creatures, surged out in an instant like a tide.
“Ah…”
A wave of agonized screams rang out. Before him a group of cultivators, like scarecrows set ablaze, were torn apart in all directions within nearly a single instant, then became ash.
Under supreme extreme Dao might, however unparalleled a heaven’s favorite you were, however vast your divine abilities — you could not withstand even a single blow. Like clay chickens and tile dogs, you would be beaten to a complete pulp in an instant, leaving nothing whatsoever behind.
“Crash!”
The Nine Li Scroll unfurled — like great world after great world rising and falling, exterminating all living creatures, all life forms disappearing, the world returning to its original point. Its offensive power was terrifying to the point of breathlessness.
This was a terrifying divine power that no human strength could withstand. There was not a single person who could resist it; those it met were swept away, all becoming powder in the very first moment.
“Ah…”
Many cultivators had only time to let out one cry of terror before being permanently struck from the world’s register. Among them were close to twenty half-step Grand Ability cultivators, along with numerous renowned seniors.
“All of you, go die!” Ye Fan roared. He had been truly enraged. Being surrounded and attacked, then suppressed by an extreme Dao weapon — he had come through nine deaths to break the deadlock and succeed.
A golden large vessel cracked apart; two Grand Ability cultivators tumbled out and both died violent deaths in the very first instant.
A golden ancient pagoda exploded; yet another pinnacle figure fell from the high sky, immediately becoming a heap of shattered bone and pulp, then dissolving into flying ash.
A great boom — a sacred-master-level bronze lamp burst apart, fire soaring to the sky. One great figure had their soul scattered and spirit dispersed, leaving nothing behind.
“Pfft!” “Pfft!”…
Blood-light shot to the sky. Five Grand Ability cultivators in succession were suppressed to death by the Nine Li Scroll — each only letting out an unwilling wretched groan or low roar before being permanently struck from the world.
The Nine Li Scroll was simply unstoppable — like an ancient Great Emperor resurrected, possessing boundless power, capable of destroying any enemy. Even one as powerful as a sacred master was like an ant before its divine power.
“You surnamed Xiao — thinking of leaving?!” Ye Fan’s eyes were extremely sharp. Spotting the Grand Tutor Xiao at the farthest edge of the sky, he stepped on the Movement Secret Art and gave chase, shaking the Nine Li Scroll.
Such an extreme Dao imperial weapon — ordinary people had absolutely no way to imagine it. To possess it was like grasping the power of life and death over this great world — almost omnipotent.
No matter how great a hero you were, if covered by it from above, there was only death — you couldn’t even count as a single insect, without a thread of power to fight back.
“No!” The Grand Tutor Xiao’s complexion transformed in horror. His entire body blazed as he ignited his own fundamental origin, turning into a streak of flowing light that rushed out over a hundred li.
Yet all of it was futile. The Nine Li Scroll covered the sky, crashing and flourishing, immediately spreading out, swiftly extending to close range.
One pinnacle Grand Ability cultivator fled desperately for their life, yet could not even escape the range of its terrifying divine power. The ancient scroll spread horizontally across the sky, instantly submerging heaven and earth, rolling over everything.
“Pfft!”
The Grand Tutor Xiao sprayed a great mouthful of blood. His torso immediately cracked into seven segments, shooting in all directions — fresh blood staining the long sky red.
“Ah…”
He cried out in terror. Life and death were right before him. Everything had started because of his grandson Xiao Mingyuan, and in the end the entire Xiao Family had been dragged into it.
“Stop!” His heart was in great panic, terrified to the extreme. If it were possible, he would give anything in exchange for a hope of survival.
Pity that there are no second-chance medicines in this world. At this point there was absolutely no possibility of turning back.
The Nine Li Scroll — like a vast ocean, in a single instant spreading hundreds of li in every direction, submerging this expanse of heaven and earth. The Grand Tutor Xiao was directly vaporized, evaporated completely clean, his divine soul also dried out, disappearing forever.
In another direction, the Nine Li Divine Dynasty’s dynastic master was chanting a curse-incantation, fleeing like a great roc — not pausing for even a moment, temporarily abandoning the extreme Dao imperial weapon.
Ye Fan killed in all four directions, searching for enemies. He had come to utterly hate this crowd of people — for causing Pang Bo, Li Heishui and the others’ serious injuries, for bringing the Ji Family’s little moon to the brink of death. At this moment he wanted to eliminate every single one of them.
“Wang Teng — get out here!”
Finally, Ye Fan spotted Wang Teng’s whereabouts and, gripping the Nine Li Scroll, gave chase several hundred li away. The ancient scroll was like the sky, vast and boundless, spreading toward the horizon.
“Dong!”
The golden ancient war chariot overturned. Wang Teng rolled and tumbled in the void like a falling gourd, and the matchless extreme Dao divine might — even as powerful as he was — could not be withstood.
Fortunately, he was far enough away — several hundred li distant — not truly within the range of the terrifying fluctuations; he had only been caught by the peripheral impact. Even so, he suffered serious damage, coughing great mouthfuls of blood, his form nearly shattering, his whole body drenched in blood.
“Dong!”
The Nine Li Scroll unfurled — like a flood of waters from the heavens, limitless and endless. Ye Fan fought across all eight directions, all who came before him were swept away!
The Northern Emperor suffered serious damage, yet absolutely dared not linger — otherwise those Grand Ability cultivators would be his precedents; there would be nowhere to be buried.
“Bang!”
Even just a single thread of the imperial weapon’s might at the outermost periphery sent his golden ancient war chariot flying over a thousand zhang, then crashing heavily into his body.
“Pfft!”
He sprayed a great mouthful of blood, his whole body cracking like spider’s web, his bones cracking and snapping like stir-fried beans, nearly breaking into splinters inch by inch.
“Boom!”
It had to be said — an ancient Great Emperor’s weapon was too terrifying, possessing endless boundless divine power. The Nine Li Scroll continued to unfurl, spreading toward all four directions, covering over all of heaven and earth.
At the critical moment, a phantom silhouette of an ancient Emperor appeared on the golden ancient war chariot, suddenly opening its eyes — helping to block the sweeping “flood” — yet that ancient Emperor also shattered, beaten into oblivion.
Wang Teng fled in dishevelment with wild hair. This was the most wretched he had been since making his name in the world. Since when had he ever been dealt such serious damage? Even sacred masters were intimidated by the sight of him.
“Wang Teng, go to your death!”
Ye Fan roared, completely fixing upon him — yet in the short term he was difficult to catch up to. Channeling the imperial weapon was far too draining. Even with as powerful a constitution as his, the vital essence throughout his whole body was nearly exhausted.
“Bang!”
Wang Teng was again sent flying by the golden ancient war chariot crashing into him, dozens of his bones breaking — yet his eyes were extremely cold, and he was inwardly reciting an ancient incantation.
“Boom!”
The void cracked open. A golden cave appeared, as though leading to a supreme celestial realm. The golden ancient war chariot bore him charging inside — about to vanish from sight.
“Crash!”
The Nine Li Scroll unfurled. Ye Fan strained with full force, seeking to keep the Northern Emperor behind — for this was a supremely terrifying great enemy, dominating the present age, with few to restrain him in future times.
“Pop!”
The golden cave in the void was blasted and crumbled apart. One could clearly see the Northern Emperor’s body twisting, then distorting, his whole body blood-drenched, white bone jagged and exposed.
Yet the golden cave ultimately disappeared — his whereabouts gone, no trace of him to be seen.
Regardless of whether he lived or died, the proud Northern Emperor being beaten to such a state at least let Ye Fan vent a breath of resentful anger. Of course, if he had been cleaved alive right there, Ye Fan would have felt even more satisfied.
At this point, Ye Fan was truly at the limit of his endurance. The might he had displayed earlier owed much to Ji Ziyue — she had channeled boundless divine power into him, comparable to one generation’s sacred master.
Now the Ji Family’s little moon was already half-unconscious, seriously wounded and on the verge of death, unable to transmit divine power to him any longer.
Even so, Ye Fan holding an extreme Dao imperial weapon was still tremendously terrifying. He poured the Life Divine Spring into Ji Ziyue’s mouth, while also drinking great mouthfuls himself — solely for the purpose of channeling the imperial weapon.
“What a coincidence — all of you go to hell!”
Ye Fan swept across enemies in all directions. In this vicinity he encountered over a dozen grand elders of Wan Chu and Purple Mansion, and immediately came killing toward them.
“Crash!”
The Nine Li Scroll unrolled out — these people turned ashen-faced, fleeing desperately, their whole bodies ablaze with divine flame, wishing they could incinerate their own fundamental origin clean in a single breath.
“Ah…”
Agonized screams rose one after another. Under the ancient Great Emperor’s weapon, the unrivaled of kings coming here had to drink deep of resentment — to say nothing of them. Though they were all great figures from sacred grounds, at this moment they all fled like homeless stray dogs, full of dread and unease.
A wave of terrified cries — these people fell like autumn leaves, dropping one after another, then shattering apart in the heaven and earth, all dying violent deaths.
In the boundless void beyond, many powerful fighters who witnessed this scene felt a chill from head to toe. How could this be withstood? The Holy Body gone into a rampage — the entirety of endless Qin Mountains trembling — who could say how many people were dying.
Ye Fan had completely killed into a frenzy. Along this whole road, who could say how many powerful fighters had fallen from the sky. This stretch of sky had turned blood-colored; at the center of the area no one could leave their corpse whole; far in the distant sky, bodies were falling to the ground in showers.
“It’s you people…”
Ahead, a great golden banner cracked and fluttered — a group of people were fleeing, exactly the Northern Plain Golden Family’s grand elders, along with one of their young lords and a Grand Ability cultivator.
“Ye Fan, with such a massacre, the entire world will have no place for you!” One of them cried out — clearly a show of bravado masking inner terror.
“If not killing you all, where is the justice of heaven?!” Ye Fan strode with a dragon’s step and a tiger’s pace, rushing forward like a gale, and roared: “Today even if divine entities come I will kill them without hesitation. Let the floods come as they will — if my friends die, I will overturn the entire Central Province!”
“Boom!”
He shook the Nine Li Scroll once — this great world was nearly on the point of collapse. Before him, all the powerful fighters of the Northern Plain Golden Family cried out in terrified alarm, then, like dumplings dropping into boiling water, rattled and clattered down one after another.
One dead body after another tumbled down from the sky — including one of their young lords, one Grand Ability cultivator, and numerous grand elders, all dying violent deaths.
Ye Fan shook it once more — these corpses all shattered apart. Then the mountain peaks below, spanning several hundred li in every direction, were completely leveled to flat ground. In the distance, endless mountain ranges collapsed; uprooted trees rose from the earth; fallen leaves and remnant debris drifted in the wind.
This was simply a scene of world-ending destruction — and this was only because Ye Fan’s divine power was insufficient, barely able to sustain it. It was only a single thread of extreme Dao divine might. If not for this, it would truly be unimaginable!
“Who exactly interfered with the extreme Dao imperial weapon to let me seize it?” Ye Fan killed in all ten directions, energy nearly spent, slowly calming down.
Unless a Sage had made a move, using the Dao family’s ninth of the Nine Secrets — the Weapon Secret Art — to reach out and interfere with the ancient Great Emperor’s weapon, no one else who had come would have been worth paying attention to!
“Can it be that the Battle-Victory God Buddha of the Western Desert truly arrived?” He had a feeling it was certainly not the Mad Elder.
By now, Ye Fan was truly struggling to hold on. Relying on this imperial weapon’s might he had struck out a bloody road, swiftly charging toward the outer edge of the Qin Mountains.
And throughout this process, the Nine Li Scroll continued to tremble, absorbing his endless vital essence — his divine power was flowing out like water; he felt boundlessly weak.
“This is bad!” Ye Fan silently cried out a warning to himself — he was nearly about to fall from the high sky.
“Imperial weapon, return to your rightful place!” In the farthest reaches of the distant sky, the Nine Li Divine Dynasty’s dynastic master along with some Grand Ability cultivators were seated cross-legged, their mouths shouting in unison, chanting an ancient incantation.
At the same time, the Wan Chu sacred master, Purple Mansion sacred master, Yao Guang sacred master, Northern Plain Golden Family patriarch, Southern Range great demon lord, Western Desert divine monk and other supremely pinnacle figures appeared — following without haste behind.
Moreover, there were imperial weapon divine might fluctuations — someone was coming bearing an extreme Dao weapon.
Suddenly, from another direction came a supreme divine might rapidly closing in. A great roar reached them and said: “Who dares injure my little sister?!”
Ji Haoyue, hair streaming loose, an ancient mirror suspended above his head, came charging over. Behind him were also the Ji Family’s sacred master and two other Grand Ability cultivators, channeling power for him.