Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 281 - 282 Chapter 287 Striding Alone in the Emperor Palace

282: Chapter 287: Striding Alone in the Emperor Palace 282: Chapter 287: Striding Alone in the Emperor Palace Ye Fan strode towards the Bright God Hall, a cauldron over a meter high suspended above his head, from which strands of Origin Qi dripped down.

The Black Emperor hid inside the cauldron, waiting as a surprise attack force for the critical moment to strike.

As soon as Ye Fan entered the hall, everyone let out an exclamation.

His cauldron was too eye-catching, forcing people to pay attention.

The Origin Qi foundation, something that might not be found in hundreds of generations in the Eastern Wastelands—and his entire cauldron was refined from this material without any impurities.

This could almost be considered a rough form of a peak weapon, a thing that drives people mad; it was a treasure that the heirs of each Sacred Land dreamed of possessing.

At this moment, everyone present was boiling with excitement.

Even those who hadn’t seen Ye Fan could deduce it was him.

Because, in the world, there was only this one instance; only he held such a holy divine relic.

A disciple from a Great Sect jumped out and said, “The Origin Qi foundation is a holy divine relic that even the Major Sacred Masters could only hope for but never obtain.

How can a mere cultivator from the Dao Palace secret realm like you deserve to possess it?!” “What kind of person do you think deserves to possess it?” Ye Fan smiled faintly.

Not everyone rushed to the Chaos Stone and got pinned there; many whose cultivation bases were slightly weaker and felt they couldn’t compete stood in the hall without flying into the air.

“A sacred item should naturally be held by a Great Sect, to uphold the will of Heaven and Earth and not let the holy divine relic be sullied.” He appeared aloof.

“Come on, tell me which sect you belong to, so I can clean my ears and listen carefully.” Ye Fan looked at him.

“Stop pretending to be mad or ignorant.

You actually have the gall to come here.

Don’t think of leaving today.

Leave the cauldron behind!” That disciple showed his murderous intent.

“Do you really think you can snatch it with your own hands?” Ye Fan laughed, glancing at him.

This person was only at the First Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace.

While quite decent for his age, it really depended on whom he was compared with.

Today, many Saint Heirs assembled, and the so-called geniuses of the Dao Palace secret realm really weren’t much to look at.

Not to mention the Saint Heirs, even among those pinned above, the weakest had the cultivation base of the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace.

“I am from the Illusion Destruction Palace of the northern region.

Even if you hand over the cauldron today, you won’t preserve your life!” He turned to the others and said, “Senior brothers and junior brothers, why are you still dawdling?

Take him down, kill him, and snatch the cauldron.” The powerful Saint Heirs were all restrained, and the geniuses of various Great Sects were pinned in the air.

On the ground, the strongest was merely at the Third Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace secret realm.

In a sense, this was their chance, as there were no top-tier young experts to contend with.

If they could snatch the Origin Qi foundation, it would far exceed even the Chaos Stone.

It is the exclusive holy divine relic of the Great Emperor, of immeasurable value.

Ye Fan’s lips curled into a cold smile as he said, “Illusion Destruction Palace, I’ve heard of it, a Great Sect in the northern region.

But aren’t you afraid of tarnishing your reputation by blatantly robbing like this?” “A man about to die still has so much to say?

Kill him.” That disciple was the first to charge.

SWISH!

A flash of light, and he suddenly vanished into thin air.

Meanwhile, three other people also closed in, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, their tracks elusive.

These were their trump cards.

The sect’s name, “Illusion Destruction,” referred to their motion technique, ghostly and hard to capture.

Furthermore, among them, three were in the same realm as Ye Fan, all in the Second Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace, which made them fearless.

“Hand over the Treasure Cauldron, and we’ll give you a quick death!” The disciple at the First Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace dared not advance and assisted his senior and junior brothers in their attack.

“You want to kill me even if I hand over the cauldron.

You have quite the attitude indeed.” “We’ll give you a quick death.

Our Illusion Destruction Palace never drags things out, guaranteed to kill in one blow,” one of them mocked.

These people had heard Ye Fan’s name but never took it seriously.

As disciples from a Great Sect in the northern region, they were all arrogant, believing only the Sacred Lands housed worthy opponents.

“What arrogance.

Since that’s the case, let me send you all on your way together.” Ye Fan remained calm and composed.

WHOOSH!

A disciple of the Illusion Destruction Palace took action.

A large, sky-blue net descended like a canopy, dotted with light like stars, shining brightly.

SWISH!

The blue net enclosed him.

Several people laughed, about to strike and refine him, but suddenly their expressions all changed.

It turned out to be just an afterimage, not the True Body.

It was evident at this moment how fast Ye Fan’s speed was, achieving the pinnacle of the old madman’s footwork, charging like lightning.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

The resounding and powerful impacts sounded almost as one.

The three great experts of the Illusion Destruction Palace reeled as if struck by lightning, each having received a palm strike.

SPURT!

The three were shattered almost simultaneously, disappearing from their original positions and turning into a mist of blood.

“You…” The lone Illusion Destruction Palace disciple at the First Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace’s expression changed drastically.

“Is this the Illusion Destruction Palace of the northern region?” Ye Fan smiled.

“Our outstanding disciples of the Illusion Destruction Palace are restrained above, or you’d already be annihilated, body and soul,” the disciple retorted stubbornly, without pleading for mercy.

“Oh?

Which ones?

Point them out for me.” Ye Fan looked upwards, where the Chaos Stone had pinned many people.

“Senior brothers, avenge me in the future!” The disciple shouted loudly.

“It’s a pity you misdirected your bravado.

Later, I’ll test how strong your senior brothers are.” Ye Fan shook his head, suddenly struck, and killed him.

“You truly do not know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is, daring to come here.” A person slowly walked out from among the crowd.

He was very steady, looking at Ye Fan as if staring at a dead man, and said, “There’s nothing more to say.

Leave the cauldron and kneel to one side, awaiting punishment.” This tone made the Black Emperor hidden in the cauldron almost jump out in outrage and rush to kill.

However, Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat.

This person was at the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace, stronger than those beside him.

He had thought all cultivators at the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace had flown into the air and been pinned by the Chaos Stone, not expecting someone to be hiding among the crowd.

“And who are you?” “Song Tianfeng, disciple of the Five Elements Hall, a Great Sect in the northern region.” He advanced with a composed and calm demeanor.

Ye Fan was capable of Reverse Immortal Slaying, fighting above his cultivation realm.

He had killed several cultivators at the Third Layer Heaven, but he had never truly fought someone from the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace.

He sensed this opponent was very dangerous.

“Did you not hear what I said?” Song Tianfeng, hands clasped behind his back, looked indifferent and said, “Leave the cauldron and kneel aside to await punishment.” Ye Fan smiled brilliantly, his snow-white teeth glittering with a crystalline sheen.

His delicate features appeared young, even somewhat innocent.

“Is it amusing?

Must I come over and break your legs before you agree to kneel?” Song Tianfeng continued to stride forward slowly.

“I’m laughing because you really don’t understand me at all.” Ye Fan repressed his radiant smile and shook his head.

“I have no need to understand a dead man.” Song Tianfeng stepped forward, extending a massive hand, black as ink and as large as a house.

It pressed down fiercely as he shouted, “Kneel!” DUO!

Ye Fan let out a light cry.

A golden sword aura shot from between his brows as his powerful divine sense took form and rushed straight towards Song Tianfeng.

His opponent had no idea Ye Fan possessed such a trump card and had strolled right up to him—a practically suicidal act.

“Ah…” Song Tianfeng let out a miserable scream, clutching his forehead, staggering backward.

But it was all too late.

He had come too close and couldn’t possibly avoid this calamity.

His divine sense suffered severe damage, and with a THUD, he knelt on one knee.

“You…” He had only uttered a single word when a small golden sword, just an inch long, shot out and pierced straight through his forehead with a PFFT!

BANG!

Song Tianfeng let out a muffled groan, his corpse tumbling to the ground.

Many didn’t know that Ye Fan killed with divine sense.

Everyone was shocked until one of them exclaimed, and the others understood.

“Ye Fan, you truly have a Daoist saint’s courage, daring to step in under such circumstances!” Several people filed out, the weakest of them at the Second Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace, while two were in the Fourth Layer Heaven.

“People from the Ji Family!” Ye Fan’s face darkened, for he had deep enmity with this family.

Elsewhere, more stepped forward from the crowd: disciples from the Flickering Light Sacred Land, also with Fourth Layer Heaven experts among them.

With both the Ji Family and Flickering Light in motion, others also gathered around, including several Sacred Lands.

Though they hadn’t taken action, their eyes were fixed on Ye Fan’s cauldron, clearly intending to seize it.

At the same time, each person brandished a weapon before their foreheads to guard against his divine sense attack.

“HAHAHA…” Seeing this, Ye Fan couldn’t help but laugh.

Today, Ye Fan’s name was destined to spread, causing all disciples of the Sacred Lands to be so wary.

In fact, after today, many would turn pale at the mere mention of Ye Fan; when facing him, their first thought was always defense.

SWISH!

Ye Fan leaped up.

He didn’t want to linger, lest something unexpected happen.

The ancient cauldron, just over a meter high, shed strands of primal chaos over his head, like gauzy threads, one strand after another, thick and dense, shielding him securely.

With this cauldron above his head, Ye Fan was unobstructed; the auspicious rays from the Chaos Stone were effortlessly dissipated by the Origin Qi.

At this moment, everyone’s expressions changed.

This holy divine relic was truly heaven-defying, indeed Immortal Material coveted even by Great Emperors!

The incredibly rare Chaos Stone couldn’t hold him, appearing powerless against the Origin Qi, making everyone covet it.

This was definitely a roughly crafted Extreme Dao Weapon embryo, and once it developed ‘Dao’ and ‘Principle’, it could dominate the Eastern Wastelands and subdue the world.

“The unscrupulous Daoist hasn’t shown up…” Ye Fan murmured to himself but remained cautious, ready at any moment to traverse the void.

He took a few steps and arrived before the strange black stone.

CHĪ!

With a flash of light, he grabbed the Ancient Scroll.

Only then did he finally feel at ease.

Afterward, he attempted to collect the Chaos Stone but felt his divine energy was inadequate for success.

The black stone was too heavy; without refining it, taking it was nearly impossible.

“Drop the ancient animal hide scroll!” The people below were truly anxious.

After all their efforts, it was unbearable to see it taken away by someone else like that.

“Are you reprimanding me?

Don’t provoke me, or I might accidentally cut down your Saint Heirs and Saintesses.” Ye Fan looked downward.

Hearing this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

All the elite disciples from the Sacred Lands and Great Sects were suspended in mid-air; only Ye Fan was unaffected.

If he went berserk, it would truly be dire, causing fear and trepidation among everyone.

SWISH!

Ye Fan, the Great Cauldron atop his head, stepped forward, directly approaching the Golden-Winged Little Peng King.

His right hand swept out like a golden Big Grinding Disc.

BANG!

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King was sent flying backward but was soon immobilized again, bound by the force field created by the Chaos Stone, making it difficult for him to move.

“Kid, you can’t kill me!” The wild gleam in the Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s eyes flickered.

Only now, pinned in the air, did he grit his teeth and speak.

BANG!

Ye Fan punched again.

The heavy and powerful golden fist sent the Golden-Winged Little Peng King crashing into the Chaos Stone, causing the entire hall to tremble.

Around them, many Saint Heirs turned pale, though none spoke up.

Each felt a coldness sweep over their bodies.

Ye Fan scanned all directions as he walked.

Ji Haoyue, the Flickering Light Saint Heir, Yao Xi, the Yaochi Saintess…

everyone turned pale.

Under Ye Fan’s gaze, the many Saint Heirs and Saintesses from Dayan, the Jiang Family, Wanchu, Purple Mansion, and Dao Yi all felt uneasy, fearful he would advance upon them.