Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 415 - 416 Chapter 421 An Miaoyi

416: Chapter 421 An Miaoyi 416: Chapter 421 An Miaoyi The journey of life is full of ups and downs.

Yesterday’s blossoms wilt today.

Who can control it?

Fireworks bloom with fervor, then scatter into fragments, ending in silence and loneliness.

Once, there was bustling splendor; now, it was cold and desolate, the gates deserted.

In stark contrast to a few days ago, Ye Fan’s residence could only be described as bleak.

The solitary courtyard was serene and quiet, with yellow leaves falling.

Ye Fan coughed lightly.

Blood stained the white cloth a shocking bright red.

He looked at the cold, desolate courtyard and sighed.

Life’s ebb and flow is like the blooming and wilting of flowers.

Though there are bright times, dull days of withering are inevitable, all carried away on the world’s winds.

The divine city was as it always was, unchanged.

Yet, when Ye Fan appeared again, the atmosphere surrounding him was completely different.

A few days ago, he was recognized by nearly everyone.

He was constantly greeted, and his smile had become numb just from trying to cope.

Now, when he appeared again, he still drew attention, but few approached.

They were cold and indifferent.

When he turned, fingers pointed and voices gossiped, mixed with cold remarks.

He experienced the full spectrum of human nature in a single day.

“The sacred body is finished, with less than half a year of life left.

It’s ultimately a dim end, defeated under the heavens after hundreds of thousands of years.

No miracle was created after all.” “All the Saint Heirs can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The mountain pressing on their hearts is about to collapse on its own, and the shadow over them will be completely gone.” “The Wind Clan’s bright pearl need not worry.

She surely won’t be betrothed to such a sacred body.

The Wind Clan is likely relieved that no commitments or promises were made.” “So what if he broke the curse?

In the end, he still dies, hehe!” “So what if his Combat Power dominated the younger generation?

If the heavens won’t let him live, can he resist?

He can only wait for death!” …

Some sympathized, while others gloated.

Expressions varied, and all sorts of things were said.

There were voices of regret and, naturally, voices of mockery, eager to kick him while he was down.

Ye Fan walked through the streets, sensing all of this.

He remained very silent, without uttering a single word.

Finally, he returned to his residence.

He visited no one that day, feeling the need for quiet reflection.

Deep in the night, a few strands of starlight sprinkled down into the chilly, solitary courtyard, making it appear dim and desolate.

Ye Fan started coughing blood again, dyeing his white lapel a vivid scarlet.

He wiped the blood from his lips, looked up at the Starry Sky, and stood there, lost in thought.

Suddenly, he sensed something amiss.

Looking back, he saw a small, sneaky creature peeking over the wall.

Surprisingly, it was the little golden life form.

It had successfully endured its Heavenly Tribulation and transformed into a little golden qilin.

About the size of a palm, it was adorably winsome, with very clear, big eyes.

“Cough…” Ye Fan coughed blood again.

The little golden qilin flew over, landed on the ground, its entire body glowing.

Charmingly chubby, it waddled as it cautiously approached Ye Fan, then tugged at his trouser leg.

“Unlucky little thing, not afraid of me anymore?” Ye Fan sat on the Stone Chair, looking down at it.

The little golden creature rolled its eyes dramatically at him, then spat out a wisp of seven-colored mist.

It quickly entered his body, transforming into a warm flow of energy.

Ye Fan felt a wave of comfort.

His Life Origin felt as if a spring breeze had blown over it, and his injuries eased somewhat, but ultimately, nothing could be changed.

“You do have a heart…” Ye Fan hadn’t expected that, when no one else came to visit, the Divine Silkworm would come to see him on this desolate night.

Although it had forgotten the past, its instincts remained, allowing it to judge good and bad through pure intuition.

Ye Fan took out the small piece of Divine Source he had left and offered it.

The Divine Silkworm immediately took it with joy, holding it in its embrace and gnawing on it with relish.

After enjoying the Divine Source, it suddenly fell to the ground, its four small qilin legs twitching slightly.

This truly startled Ye Fan.

But then, the Divine Silkworm secretly opened one big eye, looking at him with a spiritedly mischievous gaze.

“Addicted to playing dead,” Ye Fan laughed.

The little golden creature immediately jumped up and grumbled discontentedly.

Ye Fan was surprised; this little thing was actually trying to cheer him up.

In that moment, a wave of emotion washed over him, and many thoughts came to mind.

Such a straightforward creature is sometimes far more lovable than complex humans.

Ye Fan suddenly found that, despite his iron will, he felt somewhat sad.

In the end, it was this little creature that had come to see him on this cold, desolate night.

He silently patted the little golden creature.

He did not fear death, but he harbored regrets.

He truly yearned to return to the other side of the Starry Sky, to see his parents, relatives, and friends in the few remaining days of his life.

“Why has that unlucky Divine Silkworm come…?” Li Heishui’s voice sounded from outside.

WHOOSH!

The Divine Silkworm waved its little paws angrily, then dashed away in a flash, disappearing into the night sky.

Li Heishui and Tu Fei entered the courtyard.

They had disappeared for several days to seek help from the Thirteen Bandits, searching for a solution, and had only now returned.

“Take the Qilin Seed,” they said.

“Although it can’t provide a complete cure, it can surely extend your life for a while.

Then we can slowly figure something out.” Obviously, even the Thirteen Bandits had no solution.

Ye Fan had long anticipated this outcome.

At dawn, Pang Bo returned, looking very tired, with the Black Emperor following behind.

They had gone to the main territory of the demon clan to seek help.

“Perhaps the Green Emperor’s heart can restore you.

I’ll find a way to obtain it,” Pang Bo said with determination.

The heart of the demon race’s Great Emperor possesses endless vitality, but its hiding place was unknown.

Pang Bo and the Black Emperor had searched the demon clan’s main territory for a long time but had found no clues.

“Forget it,” Ye Fan said, shaking his head to stop Pang Bo from taking risks.

“This injury is from the Great Dao; it isn’t curable by external means.

Those prominent figures speculate that not even a mature Undying Divine Medicine would be effective.” “If there’s even a shred of hope, we have to try!

Even if it means carving a bloody path, I will help you obtain the Green Emperor’s heart!” Pang Bo’s words were resolute.

“Alright, none of you need to risk your lives.

Let this Emperor ponder deeply on this.” The Black Emperor paced back and forth for a while, then lay down to one side in silence.

When Ye Fan appeared on the streets of the divine city again and heard those discussions once more, he was surprisingly calm.

Even the cold remarks could no longer stir his emotions.

“WOOF!

What are you dawdling for, pet human?” The big black dog had never been one to back down.

Upon hearing the cold words, it immediately rushed over, craning its massive head and clamoring to claim them as “pet humans.” They had no idea how many people the big black dog had angered along their way, leaving them gritting their teeth in frustration but unable to retaliate, only able to curse it in secret.

“The sacred body is nearing its end, and yet this damn dog is so arrogant.

Soon we’ll skin it alive and eat its meat!” “There aren’t many days left for him.

He can only linger in this Red Dust for a final bit before he ultimately dies!” The Black Emperor left, traversing the void.

It said it would disappear for a few days and perhaps find a way for Ye Fan to survive.

As the sun set, Miao Yu Temple, perched among the clouds, seemed to be edged with a golden lining.

It exuded a radiant and sacred glow, appearing ethereal and serene.

“Well, isn’t this our sacred body?

I heard you were unwell.

Why aren’t you taking proper care of yourself?

What brings you here instead?” Wu Ziming, who hadn’t been seen for days, was walking alongside some people, a wide, brilliant smile on his face as he spoke.

“Indeed, health is paramount.

You should rest and recover.

Otherwise… look at that sunset.

Beautiful, isn’t it?

But it’s about to sink completely,” Li Chongtian chuckled, squinting his eyes.

“If you don’t want to die, stay away from me,” Ye Fan glanced at them.

“He’s almost dead, yet still so arrogant.

Does he still have divine energy?

I’ve heard he coughs up blood every day,” someone murmured quietly in the crowd.

“Disappear from my sight at once, or don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Ye Fan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, hovering in the air as he stared at the dozen or so young people in front of Miao Yu Temple.

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

This was a sacred body that had reached minor accomplishment.

Despite his limited lifespan and daily coughing of blood, he had broken the curse, and the entire younger generation held him in great awe and fear.

“What rotten luck!

Let’s go!” Wu Ziming didn’t dare to press further and promptly turned to leave.

“He’s a dying man anyway; no need to bother with him.

We’ll just wait and see him get taken by the heavens,” someone muttered discontentedly as they departed.

“Although my time is short, I’m not someone you can insult.

I’ve given you a chance, yet you still dare to speak insolently,” Ye Fan sneered.

BUZZ!

The void trembled as Ye Fan’s Golden Blood Qi surged to the heavens.

He extended a massive golden hand, snatching forward.

“Would you dare kill us in public?” someone screamed in fear.

“Do you know who we are?” “I hadn’t decided whether to kill you or not.

But for those words, I’ll send you on your way!” Ye Fan’s massive golden hand pressed down fiercely from the void.

CRACK!

The heavens and earth shook, scattering even the evening twilight; the sky became obscure.

Ye Fan’s massive golden hand completely covered the dozen or so people.

The instant it descended, a shower of blood and gore splattered everywhere.

“Brother Ye, don’t misunderstand…!” Only Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian managed to escape.

They were terrified out of their wits, screaming as they fled for their lives.

Ye Fan flipped his hand and slapped downwards again.

His massive golden hand blotted out the sky.

Although both Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian were cultivators of the Four Extremes secret boundary, they felt as if they were facing a divine sovereign, utterly unable to resist.

SPLAT!

Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian disintegrated, erupting into a mist of blood.

Even though they were powerful experts of the Four Extremes secret boundary, Ye Fan easily obliterated them.

In the distance, everyone who witnessed this scene was utterly astounded.

The sacred body was injured, yet its might was undiminished.

He was still not to be trifled with.

Everyone felt a chill.

The sacred body must not be insulted!

He’s dying and has no scruples; he absolutely must not be provoked!

This was the thought that arose in everyone’s mind.

Those who had previously spoken ill of him were especially terrified.

Their legs felt weak, and as they recalled their past words, they felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, deeply afraid that Ye Fan might have heard or would remember.

Ye Fan glanced at the others, his white clothes fluttering, and entered Miao Yu Temple.

One of the palaces was magnificent, with carved beams and painted rafters.

Immortal mist lingered about, making it resemble the legendary Guanghan Palace.

Ye Fan sat in front of a White Jade Table, calmly sipping tea, observing the peerless beauty opposite him.

An Miaoyi was a peerless beauty.

Her hair was jet-black, her skin fairer than snow.

Her eyes were lively, framed by long lashes, and her lips were a sensuous, vibrant red.

She stood with an elegant grace, breathtakingly beautiful, her figure possessing curves that were both astonishing and perfect.

“You’ve broken my heart, little man,” she said, her voice as melodious as heavenly music.

She glided over gracefully, like a glistening Immortal Flower swaying in a gentle breeze.

“Though I’ve broken the curse, my days are numbered.

Do you wish to kill me yourself?” Ye Fan smiled.

“I did say that if you failed, I would be the first to kill you.

But seeing you like this… how could I possibly bring myself to do it?” An Miaoyi laughed, her laughter sweet and charming, yet her eyes held a trace of unwillingness.

“Who in the world can live forever?

Not even a Great Emperor.

I only regret not being able to return to my homeland,” Ye Fan sighed softly.

“You clearly broke the curse, so why can your fate still not be changed?” An Miaoyi’s fine, black hair cascaded down.

Her skin was crystalline and radiant, glowing with a sacred luminescence, as if she were a flawless goddess descended to the mortal realm.

“What are your plans now?” she asked.

“I came to see you tonight.

Afterward, I will bid farewell to the divine king and then leave the divine city immediately,” Ye Fan stated.

“At least you didn’t decide to leave without a word.” An Miaoyi’s smile was beautiful to the extreme.

“If I were to be forever mired in the Red Dust, what would you do?” she asked.

Ye Fan wanted to say something but was stopped by her jade hand on his lips.

“It only matters if you can survive,” An Miaoyi said with a smile, standing up, her hair fluttering.

Ye Fan said nothing, just quietly watching this unparalleled beauty.

“I want you to live,” An Miaoyi said.

She turned, walked to the desk, and retrieved an Ancient Scroll.

“Memorize this scripture of the Nine Secret Arts.” “What is it?” “Over a thousand years ago, a disciple of Siddhartha Gautama left it at Miao Yu Temple.” “What, a disciple of Siddhartha Gautama?!” Ye Fan jumped to his feet.

“Stay here tonight,” An Miaoyi said, walking over gracefully.