In this eternal instant, Ye Fan experienced death for the first time — colliding head-on for the first time with the weapon-spirit of an ancient Saint, and for the first time witnessing with his soul the rebirth of his physical shell.

Since he had set foot on the path of cultivation, this was utterly unprecedented. The ancient deity enshrined within the Guanghan Que had cleaved his flesh apart!

Had he not possessed the Chaotic Ancient Imperial Talisman, he would have been in true peril, most likely meeting his doom right then and there. Relying on this divine talisman, his flesh and blood regenerated, and he shot toward Yi Qingwu like a bolt of lightning.

He let out a quiet shout, and two terrifying beams of light flew from his eyes. His body arched into a dragon-shaped curve, both hands erupting simultaneously — one channeling Lunar Yin Sacred Energy, black as lacquer ink, the other channeling Solar Sacred Energy, blazing like the sun itself, his left and right hands becoming true Yin-Yang divine points.

Moreover, his body shone with blinding brilliance. A ring of diffuse haze like Buddha-light billowed outward, transforming into a circle, perfectly natural and complete.

In this moment, his form became a perfect Taichi symbol. Lunar Yin and Solar Yang cycled into each other. The supremely yielding and the supremely firm coexisted, extreme yet mutually transforming.

Yi Qingwu’s color changed. This trace of the Dao, this form of the law, this manifestation of technique — it sent a violent tremor through her. This evolution was comparable to the “divine form” that Yin Tiande achieved when he broke through a hundred and eight life-and-death barriers laid down by a Saint.

She had just wielded the ancient Saint’s weapon, exhausting an immeasurable amount of spiritual power, and could not immediately wield the Guanghan Que again. She cried out quietly: “Eight Virtue Divine Wheel!”

A divine disc, inscribed with eight kinds of divine runes and shaped like a heavenly wheel, appeared in the void. It sent down eight beams of light that transformed into eight figures at the sect-master level, charging forward to kill.

Ye Fan’s left hand erupted. The Lunar Yin Sacred Energy cycled — that was the pitch-black Taichi Yin-fish divine point. The supremely yin, supremely yielding breath exhaled, silently obliterating one figure.

He pressed on with his momentum, arching into the dragon-formed Yin-Yang dividing line of his physique, like a sharp Dao-sword that manifested a blazing streak of divine radiance and slashed down the second figure.

Crash!

At that moment his right arm rose, Solar Sacred Energy cycling, the Yang-fish divine point breathing in and out. The entire Yang-fish transformed into a dragon-shape and flew out, grinding two more figures to nothing.

Yi Qingwu shuddered. Ye Fan’s “divine form” was too mysterious and overwhelming, sending a violent change across her expression. Only the master of the Eight Sceneries Palace and the divine form she herself had comprehended could compare.

Yet the form she had comprehended still had a flaw and could not be displayed at present — this left her extraordinarily stunned and shaken. She activated the Eight Virtue Divine Wheel, wanting to revive the four who had been killed, for they all possessed deathless bodies.

However, Ye Fan’s speed was too fast — surpassing any imaginable extreme. He transformed his physical shell into a Taichi symbol and, like a heavenly wheel sweeping across the sky, evaded the remaining four figures and soared into the air.

Clang!

The golden Taichi circle collided with the Eight Virtue Divine Wheel. With a cracking sound, the eight divine runes on the wheel dimmed somewhat, and the wheel’s body — already cracked — gained two more fractures.

“What?!” Yi Qingwu was startled. The Eight Virtue Divine Wheel was a secret treasure. Although it had been shattered before and was far from its former state, it was still not something a figure of the sect-master level could break.

Eight Forbiddance Domain! Only this one explanation was possible — otherwise there was simply no way to damage such a treasure.

She quickly retreated. After this brief moment of respite, she had recovered some of her spiritual energy, and once again activated the Guanghan Que, intending to kill in one blow. She did not believe Ye Fan could recover again.

Hmmm!

A strange resonance rang out. One beam of celestial light after another condensed into a divine moon, within which a celestial figure flickered hazily.

Ye Fan’s heart tightened. This was precisely the deity enshrined within the sacred weapon — the one that had shattered his physical shell just moments ago.

Within the divine moon resided a figure like the Guanghan Celestial. This weapon-spirit was indistinguishable from a human being, carrying the dignity and overwhelming force of a Saint, impossible to resist.

He now had a visceral sense of how terrifying a Saint could be — an immeasurable cosmos, an infinite ocean of divine power, a temporal abyss rushing toward annihilation!

“I have heard that the Sacred Physique’s flesh is unrivaled. Then go and measure yourself against the deity within this sacred weapon!” Yi Qingwu’s black jewel-like pupils flickered with cold light. Her dark hair drifted lightly, her robes flowing, her bearing like an exiled celestial descended to the mortal world.

Again a killing blow. The deity within the divine moon lunged forward. The aura of the ancient Saint blotted out the sky and covered the earth, oppressing the lungs.

This time, Ye Fan’s expression was calm — utterly tranquil — because upon his shoulders, two pieces of rust-covered green copper hovered, still and unmoving.

Not long before, when his physical shell had been split apart by this sacred weapon, the two pieces of ancient copper within his wheel-sea had tumbled out as well. He had now placed them upon his shoulders.

Boom!

When the deity lunged forward, it was as though a divine moon had exploded, brilliance shooting in all directions, shrouding the heavens and earth. Ye Fan activated the Soldier-Word Secret Art, forcibly controlling the two pieces of ancient copper to intercept in front of him. A faint green glow rippled outward.

Within the divine moon, the figure like the Guanghan Celestial keenly sensed something. The faint green glow emitted by the ancient copper had a fatal allure for her — she dove down without a second thought.

A deity, bearing the aura of an ancient Saint — in this world, there was scarcely anything that could attract such a being’s attention. Yet now she was like a moth flying into a flame, heedless of everything.

Shhhhrrk!

The celestial figure within the divine moon trembled. She had sought to seize the essence of the ancient copper, but instead a swath of her own smoky radiance was evaporated dry. A great hole appeared in her body.

“Ah…” She cried out. Her divine consciousness reverberated through the entire Guanghan Que as she rapidly retreated.

Behind her, Yi Qingwu was stunned. Her divine pupils were awe-inspiring. Her oval face, as luminously white as jade, was written all over with disbelief — she could barely accept any of this.

This was a heirloom sacred weapon. The deity enshrined within it had grown alongside an ancient Saint of former days, born through heavenly tribulation, undying through ten thousand calamities.

How could this be? Facing two pieces of worn copper, it had suffered such a tremendous loss — as though it had sustained an extremely grave injury. If told to others, no one would believe it.

“Two pieces of broken copper…” Yi Qingwu retreated. Her entire body was snow-white jade, without a thread upon her, her figure slender and shapely with alluring curves, capable of overturning heaven and earth.

Ye Fan naturally understood — the green copper could block sacred weapons. Back in the day, even under the assault of an emperor’s weapon, these two pieces of ancient copper had briefly protected him.

He stepped out, spanning the heavens above. His body transformed into a Dao-mark — a single line dividing Yin and Yang. His left and right hands thrust out simultaneously. Lunar Yin and Solar Yang collided, releasing a blinding diffusion of hazy radiance.

It was as though an ancient cosmos had been split open — the starry rivers endless and rampaging in all directions, obscuring everything ahead in a vast expanse of white.

Yi Qingwu cried out quietly, using the Eight Virtue Divine Wheel to block, while simultaneously deploying nine kinds of ancient divine techniques to resist the dazzling light born from the fusion of Lunar Yin and Solar Yang.

Crack!

The Eight Virtue Divine Wheel gave a crisp sound. This time five more cracks had been added to it. All eight deathless bodies were drawn back inside and could no longer come out.

At the same time, Yi Qingwu’s delicate form shuddered intensely. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, a droplet of it falling upon her snow-white, full chest — glistening and about to drip.

“I’ve actually been injured by him — Lunar Yin and Solar Yang fused into one body… Can it be that he has truly broken through the myth of the Eight Forbiddances?” Every inch of her jade skin shimmered with luster, like the most perfect creation from the heavens above, as she kept retreating.

The sacred weapon had lost its effectiveness, injured by the two pieces of ancient copper. The deity within fell as though into a deep slumber, impossible to activate any further.

Yi Qingwu’s expression grew solemn. She engaged Ye Fan in full battle using the ancient arts she had personally mastered. In this moment, her face was written all over with astonishment.

“We’re still within the Eight Forbiddance Domain, yet why was I injured just now? Was it that he broke through the ten-thousand-year divine Forbiddance Domain in that instant?” A chill arose in Yi Qingwu’s heart.

Each tier of the Celestial Platform could be subdivided into nine smaller realms, but they were generally discussed only in terms of early stage, mid-stage, and peak — the nine sub-realms were not individually distinguished.

Ye Fan was in the early stage of this tier, while she had long since entered the mid-stage. Moreover, she was a person who had broken through the Seven Forbiddance Domain, ranked first among the celestial women.

“Even though he possesses the Desolate Ancient Sacred Physique, I have the Guanghan Spirit Physique. My cultivation is higher than his, and I also have the Seven Forbiddance Domain — how could I have been injured?!” A tide of surging waves arose in Yi Qingwu’s heart. Could it be that he had truly broken through the ten-thousand-year divine Forbiddance Domain in that single instant? Even if only for a moment — it was still this terrifying.

In this world, it was only Yin Tiande who stood within the Eight Forbiddance Domain, having cultivated the Dao for over thirty years with achievements touching the very work of creation itself — his depths were unfathomable to any.

Yi Qingwu herself had glimpsed the first edge of the Eight Forbiddances, but had ultimately not crossed that final threshold. She believed that given time she would certainly step inside — yet now she had encountered Ye Fan, and what he had just displayed — how could it not shake her to the core?

In this era, within the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, if there were any who could attain the Dao, it would certainly be between Yin Tiande and herself. Yet now another heaven-defying prodigy had appeared, leaving her astonished.

Ye Fan’s eyes were like lightning bolts, his expression frigid. The woman before him, though dazzlingly beautiful beyond compare, acclaimed as the foremost beauty of the age, bare before him without a thread — yet he was as unmoved as an ancient well, and struck out with full force.

He had come into this world, and for the very first time had nearly been killed. Had it not been for the Chaotic Ancient Imperial Talisman, only his soul would have remained. Reconstructing his physical shell would have been extraordinarily difficult and costly.

The Guanghan Spirit Physique. The Seven Forbiddance Domain. Mid-stage of the second tier of the Celestial Platform. These things gathered in one person could look down upon all of humanity. Yet now Yi Qingwu’s expression was solemn, her jade form radiating light, her dark hair flying wildly, as she fought Ye Fan in earnest. After all, she had been injured just now, and she was now wary of him in her heart.

Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist! Ye Fan evolved the human body’s golden Taichi with the Great Sage Fist Arts, then suddenly unleashed this peerless fist art.

Hmmm!

There was no sound like mountains crumbling or seas churning — only a single mysterious quiet resonance. Yet it was supremely terrifying. He faintly felt as though he had shed his mortal shell and ascended, his whole body supremely at ease.

This fist was unleashed to complete satisfaction, the human body’s golden circle blazing brilliantly, releasing a terrifying power as it flew out.

Spit!

Yi Qingwu was sent flying backward. Her alluringly red lips coughed up blood. Her flawlessly beautiful, bare form trembled all over. Upon her celestial face, an expression of astonishment appeared.

This time she was certain — Ye Fan had absolutely broken through the ten-thousand-year divine Forbiddance Domain in that instant. Even if only for a single moment — it was still this terrifyingly powerful.

The Forbiddance Domain. A domain that only divine power could touch. Breaking through the Eight Forbiddances, entering the extreme number of nine, or even surpassing nine — this was something that could not be broken throughout ten thousand ages!

From start to finish, the Divine Maiden Furnace kept changing. The Six Desires Divine Tribulation interwove, ancient celestial sounds thundered, Dao-marks manifested, and multicolored light submerged heaven and earth.

Yi Qingwu’s expression changed. As she battled Ye Fan, the power of the Divine Maiden Furnace finally came surging in from all sides, sending a wave of dread through her heart.

This was the notoriously vile Divine Maiden Furnace. In former times it had swept in all the world’s most beautiful women in one net — that was an incomparably dark era, and once fallen inside, there was no technique capable of breaking free.

Inside the furnace, the ancient sacrificial altar flickered with tens of thousands of rune-marks, overflowing into every inch of space. The deity within the Guanghan Que had long since fallen into a deep slumber and naturally could not prevent this.

Yi Qingwu began to tremble. Her starlit eyes shimmered, her dark hair scattered loose. Her snow-white neck was like the neck of a swan, her figure slender and balanced, shapely and alluring, incomparably perfect. Her body, white as ivory, was utterly without flaw — and she was struggling.

“Ahh…”

Ye Fan let out a great shout, once more unleashing the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist, charging and killing forward — forging ahead with indomitable will, killing intent sweeping through the entire divine furnace.

“Damn it!” Outside the furnace, Li Tian cursed, lifted the furnace lid, and carved Ye Fan’s name into the sacrificial altar.