Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 409 - 410 Chapter 415 Sacred Body 4 Extremes Great Battle

410: Chapter 415: Sacred Body 4 Extremes Great Battle 410: Chapter 415: Sacred Body 4 Extremes Great Battle The young generation surged forward, their killing intent washing over the area layer upon layer, like tides crashing onto the shore.

They knew that if they missed this night, the difficulty of fighting the sacred body would drastically increase.

The sacred body had just been formed and was not yet stable.

Many saw this.

If he were allowed to continue breaking through, few from the young generation would dare to challenge him.

The moon was bright, like a large silver disc hanging in the night sky.

It cast a soft brilliance, as if covering the divine city with a thin veil, pure white and hazy.

Ye Fan stood in the void.

Among the many young powerhouses ahead, most were unfamiliar to him, but he focused most on the Golden-winged Roc King and Xia Jiuyou.

The two were top figures among the younger generation.

They had crossed paths with Ye Fan several times and were destined for a major battle.

Now, they finally met again.

Ye Fan was somewhat surprised that the Flickering Light Saint Heir wasn’t stepping forward.

He remained calm and unperturbed, showing no intention of taking action.

He was shrouded in Holy Light, with one hundred and eight Divine Rings encircling him, outshining even the Divine Moon above.

He was like a deity under the night moon, unmoving.

“Young Master, do not go over there!” Two grey-robed elders firmly gripped Xia Jiuyou’s arm.

Meanwhile, an old Roc King also appeared, placing a hand on the shoulder of the Golden-winged Roc King, preventing him from moving.

“I will fight you!” A man in yellow stepped out.

He appeared to be in his twenties, sturdy as an iron stake, his skin shimmering with a metallic luster.

“Who are you?” Ye Fan asked.

“I have nothing to say to you.

Let me see how strong the sacred body truly is.

Don’t accidentally get killed just after breaking the curse!” The yellow-clad man’s words were harsh, his face cold with disdain, yet he was extremely cautious, standing far away without coming closer.

Not long ago, Ye Fan’s resistance against the Heavenly Tribulation had been witnessed by all.

The strength and terror of his physical body were deeply shocking; engaging him in close combat was certainly seeking death.

Ye Fan spoke no further.

He stepped through the void, each step an Illusion Destruction.

This footwork, akin to contracting the land between steps, startled many.

The young man in yellow dared not let him approach.

He decisively took action, displaying a five-colored brilliance, like beautiful fireworks blooming—magnificent and grand, illuminating the entire night sky.

More shocking was the energy fluctuation; it was a “forbidden item,” extremely dangerous and possessing incredible power.

Forbidden items came in many forms.

Most could only be used a few times before being destroyed, completely depleted, yet they possessed tremendous lethality.

The yellow-clad man clearly had not come for a true duel; he was merely trying to rely on forbidden items to obliterate Ye Fan, erasing him from the world.

Glorious colors like fireworks transformed into enchanting colorful clouds, covering the sky and earth as they rushed toward Ye Fan, engulfing him below.

“Using forbidden items to kill… this is quite vicious.” “Someone must have instructed him; otherwise, how could he possess forbidden items!” Many spectators felt it was excessive.

This was not a truly fair duel.

The visitor had clearly come just to kill Ye Fan.

SWOOSH.

Ye Fan suddenly vanished from his spot.

Like a floating light or a fleeting shadow, he appeared before the yellow-clad man amidst Illusion Destruction, raising a fist to strike.

“You…” The young man in yellow was shocked.

No one had expected Ye Fan’s speed to be so great.

Behind him, the stars and moon dimmed, as radiant five-colored clouds buried that patch of void, bursting with destructive energy.

Yet, all of this was in vain, for Ye Fan was no longer there; he had already reached the yellow-clad man’s side.

CRACK!

Various lights flashed as a dozen Weapons flew out, but they were shattered into pieces the moment they met Ye Fan’s golden fist, unable to hinder him in the slightest.

SLICE.

Ye Fan’s Golden Finger slashed through like a world-class blade chopping down.

The yellow-clad man was split in half as Ye Fan passed through him, blood splattering.

An instant kill!

The yellow-clad man, a Four Extremes powerhouse, was utterly unable to resist.

Like a painted scroll, he was easily torn apart by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan’s clothes remained unstained by blood.

He didn’t even turn his head, his gaze sharp as he swept it over the many young powerhouses ahead.

“Who else!” Many from the young generation turned pale, and silence fell.

Even many of the older figures were moved.

The sacred body, just recently formed, already possessed such might; this was ominous.

“I will meet you!” A man in green strode forward.

He appeared to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and was a cultivator at the fourth layer of the Four Extremes, having nearly reached the circle of perfection and close to entering the next Great Secret Realm.

CLANG!

A flash of brilliance erupted over him, revealing a cold silver battle robe that securely protected him, shimmering with a silver glow.

It was a set of Treasure Clothes, flowing with Dao rhyme.

“This is… a Saint Master Level battle robe!” Many were surprised.

The silver battle robe was intertwined with Heaven and Earth Laws, possessing the Dao’s aura, which made him seem ethereal and conveyed a feeling of natural Dao law, of Heaven and man together.

“Who is this?

Why would he have a Saint Master Level battle robe?” “This is a young powerhouse from the Central States!

I just saw him walking out from behind those great figures of all sects and teachings!” Everyone was startled.

This was undoubtedly a young powerhouse, perhaps the first great foe the sacred body would encounter after its initial formation, far more terrifying than the one who had relied on forbidden items earlier.

“Gai Mingdao from the Central States.” The visitor announced his name.

This powerhouse from the Central States revealed only his eyes, his Divine Light brilliant.

The Saint Master Level battle robe, its silver brilliance flowing, covered his whole body, as if he were united with the Dao.

He held a Purple Gold Lamp in his hands, which emitted strands of Purple Mist.

Myriad auspicious rays descended, rendering him akin to a deity.

Undoubtedly, this Purple Gold Lamp was also a Saint Master Level weapon.

It contained Divine Symbols and was refined to Spirit Communication, possessing great lethality.

Without many words, Gai Mingdao took action.

His Purple Gold Lamp emitted a fierce purple brilliance, lighting up the whole night sky, its light dazzling.

A small sword, about an inch long, appeared at Ye Fan’s fingertips.

With a gentle shake, it expanded swiftly.

The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword morphed until it was ten zhang long, thick and heavy.

The black sword body was etched with dragon patterns, seemingly bearing the will of heaven and earth.

With this sword’s emergence, everyone gasped.

It had a great origin, having been cut from a nine-aperture stone man, and was a small holy divine relic.

HUMMM!

Ye Fan wielded the ten zhang great sword, crushing the void as he struck the dazzling purple brilliance, instantly shattering it.

This single strike held the force of ten thousand armies.

BANG!

BANG!…

Ye Fan held the black great sword, pointing it obliquely towards the southern sky.

He stepped forward in the void, causing the vault of heaven to tremble.

His footsteps were like the beating of the celestial court’s war drum.

With each step, bodies shook.

His steps possessed a mysterious power of the Dao, as if treading on one’s very heart.

Many retreated swiftly, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

“The sacred body is so strong?!” Many were astonished.

“No wonder a young expert from the Central States at the peak of Four Extremes circle of perfection needed to wear a Saint Master Battle Robe to approach…” People could not help but be in awe.

BOOM!

The Purple Gold Lamp in Gai Mingdao’s hand rose and fixed itself in the heavens, hanging like a purple sun.

It sent down thousands of auspicious rays, and Purple Mist soared.

Each auspicious ray was like a great waterfall, with tens of thousands descending simultaneously.

It was an awe-inspiring and grand spectacle, filled with a rumbling sound and Purple Mist surging skyward, resembling tens of thousands of purple Great Dragons connecting heaven and earth, dancing.

Ye Fan stood at the center, baptized by tens of thousands of “great waterfalls,” encaged by tens of thousands of “Great Dragons.” The Purple Gold Lamp’s power of the Dao was boundless, transforming into destructive brilliance, aiming to refine Ye Fan.

“This is a cultivator at the Four Extremes circle of perfection!

Wielding a Saint Master Level weapon is too terrifying!” Many were astonished.

BOOM!

Suddenly, there was a tremor in the world, and beside Ye Fan appeared a green lotus.

It had only three leaves, yet it was filled with the meaning of the Dao giving birth to all things.

With a gentle tremor, it instantly stabilized everything.

“Chaos Seed Green Lotus!” “The Sacred Body has manifested a Variation!

This is one of the most terrifying powers from Ancient Times!” Many people exclaimed, their expressions shocked.

Ye Fan seemed like a deity, walking through the great waterfalls that descended from the heavens.

He moved with ease, holding the black sword as he advanced step by step.

His steps never halted, their rhythm never changing.

Even Saint Master Level weapons could not stop him.

Gai Mingdao’s expression changed.

He wanted to retrieve the Purple Gold Lamp, but it was impossible.

He had to continue urging his divine energy to refine Ye Fan with the lamp.

However, it was all futile.

The Chaos Seed Green Lotus Phenomenon was extremely terrifying, completely immobilizing the divine lamp.

Moreover, within a one zhang radius of Ye Fan, he was Immune to All Techniques, and nothing could touch his body.

He regarded the tens of thousands of purple waterfalls connecting heaven and earth as nothing, passing through them as if unhindered.

Gai Mingdao retreated continuously but could not escape.

Ye Fan arrived instantaneously, wielding the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword and slashing it down!

Gai Mingdao had nowhere to evade.

A silver Ancient Shield appeared before his arm, defending towards the sky.

The black sword, heavy as a mountain, bore down with immense force.

CLANG!

A thunderous sound erupted, a shockwave so powerful it felt as if people’s eardrums would rupture.

This was a display of immense divine might!

Gai Mingdao, clad in a Saint Master Battle Robe and protected by an Ancient Shield interwoven with Dao law and principles, was still struck high into the heavens, demonstrating the immense force exerted.

HUMMM!

At this moment, the Purple Gold Lamp shook, freeing itself from the restraints, and flew into Gai Mingdao’s hand.

Ye Fan cast a glance into the distant sky without saying much.

He knew a powerful figure hidden in the shadows had intervened, freeing the Purple Gold Lamp from its restriction.

He advanced step by step, the black sword pointing towards Gai Mingdao, heavy as a mountain, as if it could cleave this world apart.

HUMMM!

The void trembled.

Ye Fan wielded the Holy Spirit Sword with the momentum of sweeping through thousands of soldiers, slashing through the firmament and emitting a terrifying demonic sound.

CLANG!

Gai Mingdao held the Purple Gold Lamp to resist.

The divine flame soared to the sky, turning the night sky purple, but it still couldn’t stop Ye Fan’s steps.

Ye Fan possessed unmatched radiance and unstoppable divine bravery.

CLANG!

TWANG!…

Ye Fan continuously wielded the black Holy Sword.

He was like an ancient god of battle reborn, with chaotic black hair, sharp eyes, and white robes fluttering, suppressing Gai Mingdao.

A layer of golden brilliance enveloped him as he continuously wielded the black Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword, cleaving down thirteen times in total.

Even though Gai Mingdao had the protection of a Saint Master Battle Robe, he was shaken so badly he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

Everyone was stunned.

If even weapons interwoven with the Dao and its laws couldn’t stop Ye Fan, how could they resist him?

Gai Mingdao himself was strong enough, clad in Holy Master Battle Intent and wielding a Holy Master Battle Soldier, yet he was still no match and was almost shaken to death by Ye Fan.

CLANG!

Ye Fan’s final strike sent Gai Mingdao flying five hundred zhang away, staining the sky with blood.

He was utterly unable to resist and fell into the dust.

SWOOSH!

A purple Pilean appeared, sweeping him away and disappearing into the distant sky.

“Who else wants to fight?” Ye Fan scanned the front.

Everyone was deeply shocked.

The Sacred Body, having just formed and advanced into the Four Extremes Secret Boundary, was already capable of dominating the young generation!

Many people fell silent.

Numerous cultivators looked towards the various Saint Heirs and Saint Ladies.

At present, only they could step forward to fight; others of the young generation would find it difficult to contend.

The Flickering Light Saint Heir, the Ji Family Divine King Body, the Yaochi Saintess, Yao Xi, the Purple Mansion Saintess, and others remained expressionless, but no one knew what they were thinking.

Only An Miaoyi was smiling faintly.

Seeing Ye Fan’s combat power, her smile was enough to captivate a city—peerlessly glamorous, with boundless charm.

“Let me go!” Xia Jiuyou’s voice came.

She was shouting at the two gray-robed elders, her brow blossoming with seven-colored Divine Radiance.

“Young Master, when you reach the next realm, it’s not too late to battle him again.” The two gray-robed elders advised.

“If I advance another realm, I will no longer be in the Four Extremes Secret Boundary.

What meaning is there in killing him then?!” Xia Jiuyou’s arrogance soared to the heavens.

All were silent at her words.

The Sacred Body had displayed such terrifying combat power, and still, someone dared to speak like this?!

However, upon seeing who it was, everyone understood.

She was a young prodigy rising like a comet, a talent rarely seen even in ancient times.

Only thirteen or fourteen years old, she was already at the peak of the Four Extremes, the circle of perfection, and about to advance to the next Secret Boundary.

How many in the world could achieve this?!

“Young Master!” The two gray-robed elders’ foreheads were drenched in sweat.

“You two step aside!

Who is the master and who are the servants?” Xia Jiuyou coldly rebuked.

Though her lips were red and her teeth white, making her extremely beautiful, she also exuded a compelling aura.

Ye Fan stood with the great sword on his back, positioned in the void, calmly watching it all, his expression indifferent.

Ultimately, Xia Jiuyou stepped forth.

The two gray-robed elders were unable to obstruct her.

Her confidence was boundless as she arrived with slow strides through the air.

“You finally broke the curse.

The Sacred Body has initially formed.

You can provide me with sacred blood for refining medicine!” Xia Jiuyou, as in the past, viewed Ye Fan as prey, utterly indifferent to his advance into the Four Extremes Secret Boundary.

“You want to use me for refining medicine?

Do you have the ability?” Ye Fan remained unangered, calmly staring at this beautiful, almost demonic opponent.

“So what if you broke the curse?

In the brilliant era when the kings of the Ancient Desolation rose, even a Great Success Sacred Body was scarcely number one in the world; there were always formidable foes to contend with!” Xia Jiuyou sneered repeatedly, her red lips and snow-white teeth shining with crystalline radiance.

She continued, “I will mercilessly defeat you and make you my eternal servant, so you truly understand what it means to be number one in the world!” “If you lose, how about being my servant?” Ye Fan stepped forward, each step like the roar of a war drum, making the heavens and earth tremble.

“I am number one in the world.

Whether in physique or cultivation base, I am more than enough to suppress you.” Xia Jiuyou pressed forward, her hair fluttering, making her appear ethereal and transcendent.

“Provide me with your sacred blood for life and be my servant!” HUMMM!

Ye Fan struck.

When dealing with such a person, words were unnecessary; only by suppressing her with power could everything be resolved.

“That is… Immortal King Over Nine Heavens!” “One of the most terrifying Variations from Ancient Times!” The crowd exclaimed, all extremely tense.

Ye Fan manifested a Variation, creating another version of himself, seated high upon the Nine Layer Heavens.

Surrounded by Black Yellow Qi, he was like an Immortal King gazing down upon all living beings!

The Immortal King within this Variation extended a massive hand towards Xia Jiuyou.

Suddenly, this piece of heaven and earth was isolated.

Xia Jiuyou seemed to stand in another starry sky, her expression solemn as she confronted the Immortal King.

An ethereal Immortal Song echoed.

“This is… the Nine Nether Immortal Song!” “What?

Could she have the same physique as Gai Jiuyou?

This is a terrifying Dao sound, on par with the Divine Overture!” Eight thousand years ago, the Central States produced a Gai Jiuyou.

He was just a step away from becoming a Great Emperor and was undefeated across the world.

Legend says he finally passed away in the Eastern Wastelands.

Many people knew this and suddenly recalled that incomparably formidable figure.