Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 298 - 299 Chapter 304 Standing Alone Against the World

299: Chapter 304: Standing Alone Against the World 299: Chapter 304: Standing Alone Against the World This mountain peak was not high, yet it was shrouded in Dragon Qi, serving as the Ancestor Root of this mountain range.

Indeed, it was an excellent place for cultivation.

The ancient pines were lush and green, strange black stones stood tall, and several Spiritual Springs surged up.

Daoist Duan De was engrossed, meticulously carving Dao Glyphs at the mountain top, with a dry, skinny old Daoist bustling about beside him.

In the distant mountain ridges, the Black Emperor spoke, “It’s almost done.

We’ll definitely finish today.

This cow-nosed one is quite something.” “We should sell out this unscrupulous Daoist once, but it’s uncertain what price we might get,” Tu Fei muttered.

Ye Fan, fearing detection by the unscrupulous fat man, gestured, and the two men and the dog retreated silently.

「Chaotic Cloud State.」 Mountains were everywhere, ancient pines stretched to the sky, and Qing Peaks met the clouds.

They arrived at a thousand-foot cliff, where a few aged pines, like Coiled Dragons, stretched their branches, exuding a vigorous aura amidst the mist.

“Once everything is ready, we’ll go claim the bounty on his behalf and lure the people from the Sacred Lands here.” This was Tu Fei’s suggestion.

Ye Fan smiled and said, “Consider every step carefully, leaving no room for mishaps, or else it would be a waste for this dead fat man.” If successful, Daoist Duan De would be furious, having risked everything only to end up making a wedding dress for others.

The Black Emperor, much like a big-tailed wolf, was also hopeful for the 100,000 catties of Source, wanting to replace Daoist Duan De.

It also chuckled sinisterly.

The chuckling laughter of the two men and one dog echoed from the cliff.

Hundreds of miles away, Daoist Duan De sneezed, looked up at the sky, cursed, and then continued to concentrate on carving Dao Glyphs.

“Black Emperor, you stay here.

If the fat man happens to leave, quickly help him alter some of the Dao Glyphs.

Tu Fei and I will head out of the mountain to prepare to lure the Sacred Lands’ people.” When Ye Fan and Tu Fei arrived at Mountain Rock City, they felt something was amiss.

Too many cultivators had arrived.

This won’t do.

Cheating them out of the Source will be very difficult.

The Ji Family and Flickering Light both had Grand Elders present, and it was impossible to figure out which powerful figures from the Sacred Lands had arrived.

Besides, there were also many scattered cultivators, many of whom were renowned figures.

Comparatively, the younger generation wasn’t as intimidating.

Ye Fan even suspected that some sovereigns might have arrived, and possibly even a Peacock King.

This wasn’t a good omen at all.

If it were the past, he would definitely cancel the plan, as he could not possibly deceive the Sacred Lands himself.

Now that Daoist Duan De was carrying everything out, he still hesitated somewhat.

“Daoist Duan De will finish carving the Dao Glyphs today and will take action by tomorrow at the latest to trap the Sacred Lands.

We don’t have much time left.

Should we leave or trap the fat man?

We must decide quickly.” The two of them returned to the mountains and held another discussion.

The big black dog, square-headed and large-eared, very formidable, stood under an ancient pine and said, “In my opinion, directly robbing that cow-nosed one is the easiest and safest.” The Sacred Lands, with over a hundred thousand years of inheritance, weren’t easy to provoke.

This time the turmoil was immense, beyond their expectations, as many elder figures had come.

If they sought to claim the 100,000 catties of Source, they might reveal their trail, and the person Tu Fei found wasn’t entirely reliable either.

“However, this unscrupulous Daoist is unfathomable, and we might not be able to deal with him,” Tu Fei frowned.

Daoist Duan De’s origins were mysterious, and his methods extraordinary.

He had been chased by Wu Dao for many days but had returned full of life, a testament to his unique abilities.

Furthermore, he possessed ancient techniques from over a hundred thousand years ago, making his strength unpredictable.

Ye Fan said, “Right now, it’s indeed unwise to go claiming the Source.

It’s best to let Daoist Duan De handle everything and let him take all the blame.

Intercepting him halfway, we might not be able to deal with this fat man.” “How did this dead fat man stir up such a huge wave?

He himself must be quite troubled, and it’s probably hard for him to handle,” Tu Fei paced back and forth, unable to come up with a solution.

“The key is we cannot determine how strong this fat man really is.

However, we’re not dealing with his true form, but rather with one of his gods,” Ye Fan speculated about the wooden Daoist’s strength, ultimately with no conclusion.

The crafty big black dog suddenly spoke, “If we’re only dealing with that wooden Daoist, there should be no problem because I suddenly remembered that his ancient technique has a fatal flaw before reaching Great Success.” “You know how to deal with him?” Tu Fei was surprised.

“The ancient technique he practices is called the Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Technique.

Now, with his Nine Tribulations incomplete, a single god of his fears thunder and lightning the most.

I’ll carve some Dao Glyphs to trap him and induce Heavenly Thunder.

He absolutely cannot withstand it.” Ye Fan contributed some materials collected in Demon City, and the Black Emperor focused on carving, finally completing it before the sun set.

“This damn dog is truly ruthless, able to carve such perverse Dao Glyphs,” Tu Fei muttered.

Before the sunset disappeared, Daoist Duan De finally finished and took away five gods, letting out a long breath.

Ye Fan and the others stood on a distant mountain, separated from him by more than a dozen mountain peaks, only able to barely make out his figure to avoid detection.

“It looks like he doesn’t plan to take action tonight.

The real storm should happen tomorrow,” Ye Fan judged.

Indeed, Daoist Duan De sat at the mountain’s peak and began meditating and adjusting his breath.

Not until the latter half of the night did Daoist Duan De rise like a ghost, dashing to the distant mountains, very cautiously re-observing the surrounding terrain.

“Black Emperor, it’s your show now!” Ye Fan transmitted his voice.

The big black dog vanished silently, returning in just a short while.

“He won’t notice, will he?” Tu Fei asked.

“I just made a slight adjustment.

On the surface, the Dao Glyphs appear unchanged, but it’s impossible to traverse the void,” the Black Emperor said.

As daylight broke, Daoist Duan De sat cross-legged on the mountain peak, breathing.

Streams of white Qi, as thick as an arm, entered and exited his seven orifices like Coiled Dragons.

It was Ye Fan’s first time seeing Daoist Duan De cultivate.

With such strength, he truly had some difficulty assessing its depths, as those streams of white Qi were all Innate Essence Qi.

SWISH!

A flash of light, and the shriveled, wooden Daoist darted out from Daoist Duan De’s Dao Palace, flying towards Mountain Rock City 3,000 miles away.

Ye Fan swept his large sleeve, collecting the shrunken Black Emperor into it, then silently retreated with Tu Fei, flying along a path towards the mountain city.

At this point, there was no need to monitor Daoist Duan De anymore; it was enough to keep an eye on the wooden Daoist.

“HEH HEH…

letting that shameless Daoist do everything and take all the blame, aren’t we being a bit too ruthless?” “That dead fatty deserves to be dealt with like this.

He’s always acted this way, and now he’s just falling into his own trap.” This time they were extremely thorough, not even risking claiming the Source.

They only needed to rob the wooden Daoist at the crucial moment.

「Mountain Rock City.」 It wasn’t particularly grand, nestled among towering mountains, with forests all around and yellow leaves fluttering.

At noon, the atmosphere in this city became subtly tense, as if an undercurrent had suddenly surged.

Subsequently, a large number of cultivators soared into the sky, flying in a certain direction towards the endless mountain range.

“He’s made his move!” Light flashed in Ye Fan’s eyes.

Many of the cultivators were white-haired and bearded, all figures from the older generation.

Ye Fan and Tu Fei couldn’t fathom their great strength.

“So many old folks, I really don’t know how Duan De managed to hoodwink them without showing any flaws,” Tu Fei exclaimed.

The Black Emperor said, “In the Tribulation Crossing Heavenly Technique, there’s the Supreme Heartless Slash, which can temporarily turn oneself into another person, so naturally, this old cow-nose won’t slip up.” At this time, the young Daoist girl from Dao Yi Sacred Land, Xiang Yifei from Dayan Sacred Land, Ji Biyue from the Ji Family, and the successor from the Purple Mansion Sacred Land all revealed their True Bodies and pursued them.

“Even the Ji Family’s future divine king is here,” Tu Fei remarked.

“The successor of Wanchu Sacred Land has also arrived,” Ye Fan noted.

“Xia Jiuyou has appeared!

This brat is really arrogant; it would be best to give him a beating today too,” Tu Fei suggested.

In the sky, Xia Jiuyou wore Snow Clothes, pure white and immaculate.

Looking about thirteen or fourteen years old, he resembled an exiled Immortal, transcendent and otherworldly.

At his feet, nine Dragon Qi lined up, propelling him swiftly towards the distant mountains.

Two grey-clad old men accompanied him closely.

Ye Fan said, “Let’s follow.

The wooden Daoist is leading the way.

I think he already got part of the Source; we can’t let him escape halfway.” 「Chaotic Cloud State.」 Mountain ranges crisscrossed, and many great mountains pierced the clouds, towering into the sky.

Today, there were endless cultivators, the sky filled with silhouettes, from beautiful maidens to elders hundreds of years old, all flying in one direction.

Duan De played big this time, thinking he could toy with everyone in the palm of his hand, keeping everything under his control.

Now, with so many people surrounding him, and suddenly finding he can’t traverse the void, let’s see how he resolves it.

Tu Fei was very much looking forward to this scene, eager to see Daoist Duan De’s expression at that moment.

They flew quickly, gradually catching up with the crowd, and from afar saw the wooden Daoist, still looking honest and very composed.

“HEH HEH…

soon we’ll see if this guy will cry or laugh.” The flying speed of these people was not slow, especially the group of elders at the forefront, and the various Saint Heirs and sacred ladies; they almost seemed to contract the land between steps.

An hour later, finally reaching the Spirit Mountain, everyone dispersed from far away, surrounding it from all directions.

The mountain peak wasn’t high, with lush green pines, and white Pilean trails cascading down from the peak, looking very elegant.

“Someone is indeed cultivating on the mountain.” “Perhaps the information is true.” Two spirited and vigorous elders nodded, each speaking.

Both had ruddy complexions and snow-white hair, possessing the aura of old Immortals.

In the distance, people murmured.

Ye Fan was astonished; those were two Grand Elders from Flickering Light!

On the other side, similarly, three elders with outstanding temperament stood in the sky; many recognized them as the three Grand Elders of the Ji Family.

Ye Fan felt fortunate for not acting recklessly earlier, letting Daoist Duan De take the lead.

Now, with so many powerful figures arriving, the situation was very complex.

Tu Fei said, “Did you hear?

People were just discussing that Grand Elders from all Sacred Lands are present.

Moreover, an elder just said he vaguely saw a certain Peacock King flash and disappear.” The person on the Spirit Mountain seemed to have sensed something and swiftly appeared in everyone’s view.

“It really is him!” “There’s no mistake, it’s that youngster named Ye!

The Origin Qi is indeed on him.” All around, there was a clamor; many recognized him as “Ye Fan.” He wore purple clothes, his black hair like a waterfall, his gaze bright and clear.

Looking about fifteen years old, he seemed very delicate, even a little immature.

“You Sacred Lands, do you have dog noses to have found this place?” the purple-clad youth shouted lightly from the mountain peak.

As soon as this was said, an uproar erupted from all directions.

This “sacred body” truly had audacity; even when surrounded, he dared to say such things.

“You brat!

Death is at your doorstep, and you’re still trying to gain the upper hand with words,” an elder scolded.

“HAHA…” The purple-clad youth仰头大笑, his wild hair flying, and said loudly, “Stop flaunting your seniority!

You Sacred Lands, one day I will visit each of you.

When my sacred body achieves Great Success, I will crush your Peacock Kings one by one!” A great clamor arose.

Everyone was in an uproar.

Such words were too rebellious.

In today’s Eastern Wastelands, probably only he dared to say such things.

Dead fatty, let’s see how you handle this!

Ye Fan gritted his teeth.

The shameless things said by that Daoist would surely be blamed on him.

“If that fatty realizes he can’t traverse the void, I wonder what expression he’ll have.

I bet his face will turn green,” Tu Fei chuckled.