A single page of the Immortal Tear Green-Gold Book — all its divine splendor washed away, leaving only mottled green patina, not a single tremor of divine power remaining. What remained was only antiquity and simplicity.

By rights it should have been a creature exclusive to Great Emperors, its green-gold divine radiance surging into the heavens. Yet after the sedimentation of countless ages and the polishing of wind and frost, it now appeared utterly ordinary — like a worn-out scrap of copper.

Ye Fan held it in his hand. A warm heat seeped through his fingertips, as though a furnace were burning within it. He could not read the divine script, so he could only make inferences — by observing the expressions of the two ancient beings.

In the two ancient caves, the two scale-covered beings’ fingers trembled. They could not see each other, preventing any collusion, yet they shared the same emotion.

“From the Purple Subtlety Ancient Star Domain — so it’s true… The human race of those days came from the Purple Subtlety Ancient Star Domain!” One of the Primordial beings’ voice trembled. It clutched the animal-skin scroll bearing the rubbing copy of the text, its expression deeply agitated, fingers shaking.

“What did you say?” Ye Fan appeared instantly inside that ancient cave. He grabbed the being by its powerfully built shoulders and demanded loudly: “Tell me!”

“The very first line of the scripture states its origin: it is an ancient imperial scripture of the human race, originating from the Purple Subtlety Star Domain.” The Primordial being’s face was written with shock as it clutched the animal-skin scroll tightly.

In this world, the human race appeared far later than the ten thousand clans. Legend had it that during the Primordial era, a group of humans arrived from outside the domain — and only from that point onward did this race come to exist.

This was a staggering revelation. Humans had originated from the Purple Subtlety Ancient Star Domain, traversing the darkness and cold of the universe to arrive here — they had not originated in this place at all.

In the other ancient cave, that ancient being was equally thunderstruck, finding it incomprehensible. In their eyes, this supposedly weak race had nonetheless been capable of large-scale interstellar travel across star domains.

“At the end of the Primordial era, among the ten thousand spirits, the mightiest races — some Ancestor-Kings took their descendants and departed from this ancient star. Their whereabouts were never known.”

The two ancient beings thought of how certain Primordial royal clans had migrated before the great tribulation of the Primordial era, and their hearts shook. How many other ancient stars bearing life existed out there in the vast starry sky?

“The True Scripture of the Sun!”

“It’s the legendary True Scripture of the Sun!”

Before long, the two ancient beings cried out one after the other — both filled with inexpressible excitement.

In the Primordial era, the human race had two great ancient scriptures. One was the True Scripture of the Supreme Yin; the other was the True Scripture of the Sun. Their fame had shaken the ten thousand clans, their profundity and mystery unsurpassed.

Though among the ten thousand spirits the human race was comparatively weaker as a whole, there was no shortage of the most formidable individuals among them — individuals before whom even Primordial kings trembled with dread. This all stemmed from these two ancient scriptures.

Some Primordial Ancestor-Kings had yearned to read them but never could — an endless regret. Now the True Scripture of the Sun had fallen into their hands. How could they possibly remain calm?

“If we offered it to our clan’s Ancestor-King, he would surely be overjoyed and bestow boundless generous rewards.” A pity — that was the most they could do: imagine it.

“The True Scripture of the Sun…” Ye Fan had long had a premonition. A divine script engraved using Immortal Tear Green-Gold, appearing in a golden crow’s nest, scalding hot to the touch — he had speculated about this long ago.

“Long ago, a great demon arose among the human race, who trained bitterly in both the Supreme Yin and the Sun, seeking to merge the two into one. He brought boundless killing calamity upon the land. Even Primordial Ancestor-Kings died because of him — it was only with great difficulty that several ancient kings of the Ten Thousand Dragon’s Nest managed to suppress him.”

Ye Fan heard one of the ancient beings say this, and immediately thought of the Primordial Saint entombed within the cauldron — that wizened figure, dressed in animal skins, clutching a bone staff.

“Even Primordial Ancestor-Kings could be killed by him…” His heart leapt violently. If that figure were allowed to revive and be released, it would surely be an earth-shattering upheaval of tremendous proportions.

“This is a fragment — it is not complete,” one of the ancient beings said.

Ye Fan sighed. He had already known this. This was merely a single piece of green copper. Even covered densely in divine script, how could it contain an entire ancient scripture? It was inevitably only one volume.

“Translate it for me honestly. If there is even one discrepancy between your two translations, I’ll put you both to death!” He warned them once more.

He was afraid the two ancient beings might deceive him — after all, this scripture volume was of extraordinary importance. It was an unparalleled divine object of the human race, and it had come from the Purple Subtlety Ancient Star Domain.

It took a full three hours before the two ancient beings finished in succession — clearly they had been immersed in comprehending the scripture, otherwise it could not have taken this long.

“Are you going to silence us?” one of the ancient beings asked. It knew that once the scripture was translated, death was certain.

“I’ll make it quick and clean for you — end the inhuman torment.” Ye Fan was direct.

“But… we want to live!” An ancient being’s eyes flickered.

Ye Fan furrowed his brows, fearing they might destroy the translation in a mutual act of destruction. “Wanting to live isn’t impossible,” he said. “Shortly I’ll sever your relevant memories. In consideration of your contribution in translating this ancient scripture, I’ll spare your lives.”

“Good — your word is your bond.” The two ancient beings handed over their translation texts one after the other.

Ye Fan said nothing. He read silently, and a surge of emotion rose within him — only to be swiftly replaced by deep disappointment. He sighed: “The True Scripture of the Sun, Dragon Transformation Volume…”

He already possessed the Supreme Emperor Scripture’s Dragon Transformation Volume — the most powerful scripture volume at that. What he needed now were the ancient scriptures of the Immortal Platform realm. The others were not particularly urgent for him.

“Actually, there is also an Immortal Platform volume. The Immortal Tear Green-Gold Book has scriptures on both sides — together they record the cultivation methods for two great secret realms.” One of the Primordial ancient beings carefully said.

Ye Fan heard this, and a surge of clarity rushed through his chest. He was immediately invigorated. Having just stepped into the Immortal Platform realm, what he lacked most were the corresponding cultivation methods.

What was the True Scripture of the Sun? It was the most ancient scripture of the human race. When Wushi, Hengyu, and other great emperors of the human race created their own ancient scriptures, they had each referenced it. Its place was irreplaceable.

In those Primordial years, which was weaker and which stronger — the Supreme Yin or the Sun — had always been hotly debated. It was a question that made many a Primordial Ancestor-King covetous and yet completely powerless to obtain it.

Ye Fan rapidly scanned through both translations, comparing them carefully. He found no contradictions. The few minor differences that existed were only inconsistencies in word choice — the meaning was identical.

“The True Scripture of the Sun!” Ye Fan exhaled these four words with weight and relief, his chest opening with ease.

Just a moment ago, he had understood clearly: cultivating the Immortal Platform Volume of this scripture was the optimal choice. The Sun Mental Scripture could make one’s divine sense incomparably formidable — like a blazing sun, whose radiance none could contest.

“Cultivate this scripture, transform the divine sense into the Solar Consciousness, wash away all mortal energy, refine the True Yang, seize creation in reversal.”

Ye Fan sealed the two ancient beings. Right there, he sat cross-legged upon the rocks and began silently comprehending the text. At his brow, a beam of divine radiance instantly surged upward, drawing the Solar Essence into resonance.

In cultivating one’s divine sense, many people at the end reached for the Sun’s essence to refine their consciousness sea — all for the purpose of cleansing away every trace of mortal energy, transforming it into pure divine consciousness untainted by any impurity.

Having obtained the True Scripture of the Sun, Ye Fan saved himself enormous arduous effort. Cultivating according to this method would be absolutely more powerful and suitable than any other scripture.

When extremely talented monstrous geniuses underwent tribulation, they would swallow and exhale lightning to baptize the divine sense — also to use the supreme Yang energy to cleanse mortal dust away, transforming it into flawless divine consciousness force, brilliant as the sun.

“Swish!”

Ye Fan’s small golden lake blazed brilliant as a sun, streaming endless divine radiance and Solar Essence together, intertwined, its temperature scorchingly terrifying.

His divine sense force had originally been incomparably powerful. Now, cultivating this scripture was a case of water flowing naturally into the sea — all the various scattered forces converged, surging to a far greater magnitude in an instant.

“Yes — the Immortal Platform realm is truly the most mysterious. Only the First Heaven cultivates divine consciousness force, and then afterward the physical immortal treasury opens in all its aspects!”

As he cultivated and comprehended simultaneously, Ye Fan gripped his Bodhi Seed — unhurried and unrushed, circulating the ancient scripture. His brow grew ever more radiant. In the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform, he cultivated with twice the effect for half the effort, because his divine sense force was more than sufficient!

One day, two days…

Time passed swiftly. A month slipped by in the blink of an eye.

“Hum!”

A trembling sound rang out. Ye Fan’s body vibrated like an immortal sword lightly singing — and then a small golden sun leapt out from his Immortal Platform, illuminating the entire ancient mountain range.

The True Scripture of the Sun had refined and polished this golden divine sense — like honing a blade’s edge — making its fluctuations far more potent.

The small golden sun rapidly changed shape: first it became a small golden cauldron, then transformed into a small pagoda, then took the form of a small golden bell, and finally it shapeshifted into a person identical to Ye Fan himself.

At last, the small golden figure soared up into the clouds. It breathed in and swallowed the Solar Essence from the sun above, the two nearly merging into one — a single expanse of radiant clarity.

“BOOM!”

As Ye Fan circulated the ancient scripture’s mental technique, the small golden figure high in the clouds grew ever more powerful. Each breath swallowed vast quantities of solar essence — like a bottomless abyss — causing all the heaven and earth in the surrounding area to grow dim.

This was a terrifying sight. He swallowed and exhaled solar essence, and ultimately plunged the land into darkness — continuously refining his consciousness sea, breaking through its shackles.

“BOOM!”

A solar bolt of lightning appeared without warning, shooting from the distant divine sun. High in the sky, it reduced vast tracts of mountain ranges below to tribulation ash.

“A Heavenly Tribulation?!”

Ye Fan was startled. It had come so suddenly — without any warning at all, the True Solar Tribulation descended, arriving with incomprehensible speed, striking him directly.

At the same time, the small golden figure in the clouds was also engulfed. Endless golden divine lightning shot from the center of the sun — blazing and intense.

At the same moment, three human-shaped lightning forms condensed in the void and pressed forward step by step, emanating powerful fluctuations.

Ye Fan shot up into the sky, swiftly merging with the small golden figure, facing together this suddenly arrived tribulation — nothing had prepared them for this.

For a time, lightning crackled and thunder rang. The True Solar Force flowed, surging in from all four directions, burying Ye Fan beneath it, refining his physical form and divine sense.

“This tribulation is somewhat different — though it is very powerful, it does not seek to destroy me…”

He was puzzled, doubts stirring in his heart. All the True Solar Force seemed to be tempering his undying physical body and his golden divine sense — it was not trying to devastate him.

Then in a flash, he understood. Once again there were three human-shaped lightning forms — but they were considerably gentler this time, carrying the True Solar Force to refine his body and divine sense. The benefit far exceeded the harm.

“Every heaven of the Immortal Platform is comparable to a great secret realm of the past. Each human-shaped lightning form corresponds to one minor realm. Last time I experienced three of them… I passed through three minor realms!”

He understood in an instant. It was simply that last time he had lacked the corresponding ancient scripture and had not been able to circulate his powerful divine sense force. This time it was finally manifesting fully.

His divine consciousness had long since been sufficiently powerful. All he needed was to circulate the corresponding ancient scripture — and he could break through to the corresponding realm immediately.

Ye Fan understood: he had already passed through the early stage of the First Heaven. With the True Scripture of the Sun aiding him, this tribulation was merely bringing him to full completion of the early stage.

Indeed — the human-shaped lightning this time had only come to refine his body and divine sense. It had not exceeded the degree of the last tribulation, fully connecting the three minor realms of the early stage of the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform.

When the tribulation lightning dissipated, Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the sky — majestic and solemn as a sacred image. Rune after rune appeared, covering his supreme physique and burning themselves into it.

And the small golden figure at his brow was likewise branded with rune after rune — as though clothed in a garment of golden divinity, sacred and inviolable.

“The Ancient Solar Emperor Mental Scripture was refined this quickly?” The hearts of the two ancient beings left behind amid the tribulation were filled with shock and awe.

At this moment, Ye Fan was serene and flawless — every inch of his flesh like divine glass cast from a mold, as though a divine being of this age sat in meditation. Flowing light and radiant colors streamed from him. In the instant his eyes opened, they blazed like two torches set alight.