Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 417 - 418 Chapter 423 Removing the Shackles

418: Chapter 423: Removing the Shackles 418: Chapter 423: Removing the Shackles Ye Fan bore the scars of the Dao.

With at most only half a year left to live, even if he broke the curse and towered over the younger generation, he was no longer someone worthy of an alliance.

“Regarding the marriage alliance…” The peerless Divine King sat above.

His white hair was like snow and his eyes were dim, yet his heroic spirit was undiminished, revealing nothing of his physical condition.

The Sacred Master of the Wind Clan sat below, unmoving, his black hair scattered and his eyes deep.

He exuded an intangible majesty, showing little restraint even before the Divine King.

“Phoenix, this girl, is too willful.

She refuses to agree to it, and we have no means to change her mind; we’ve spoiled her too much.” “I understand.” The White-clothed Divine King nodded and then lightly coughed; streaks of bright, startling blood appeared on a white silk cloth.

“Alas, who could have foreseen such events?” the Wind Clan’s Sacred Master, Feng Jingyun, said.

“It’s not your fault.

Ye Fan, like me, is in precarious danger, his life hanging by a thread, with no future to speak of.

If he were to become engaged to the Wind Clan’s bright pearl, it would indeed be inappropriate.” The White-clothed Divine King wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his demeanor somewhat desolate.

The White-clothed Divine King had existed for five thousand years.

His Fighting Saint Technique, once revealed, terrified all heroes under heaven.

He himself had sought to facilitate a marriage alliance between the two clans, only for it to fall through.

Though it damaged his reputation, the Divine King did not mind.

Reality was such that speaking more would only bring self-humiliation, so it was better to let it pass as if nothing had ever occurred.

Having gently declined the peerless Divine King, Feng Jingyun, the Sacred Master of the Wind Clan, felt somewhat tense, even if the blame was shifted to Phoenix’s willfulness.

But who could not see through such a pretext?

“Greetings to the Divine King!” Ye Fan watched all this unfold, entering to pay his respects and then saluting the Sacred Master of the Wind Clan.

Feng Jingyun, the Sacred Master of the Wind Clan, felt somewhat relieved.

He changed the subject and looked to Ye Fan, saying, “Heaven never seals off all paths; there must be a way to solve this.

Don’t despair.” Ye Fan smiled brightly and cheerfully, his heart unburdened and no longer gloomy.

Revealing a mouthful of shining teeth, he said, “Heaven may want to claim me, but I truly don’t want to leave.

I won’t let it have its way.” “Good!” the peerless Divine King nodded.

The Sacred Master of the Wind Clan smiled, saying, “Young people should be like this, full of vigor.

I believe your future doesn’t end here.

You’ve even broken a curse that lasted hundreds of thousands of years!

Is there anything more difficult?” This was, of course, just talk.

At this moment, all he could do was offer some encouraging words, as engagement had become impossible.

Thankfully, nothing had ever been confirmed beforehand, so no promises were broken now.

Ye Fan smiled, expressing his gratitude, then bid farewell to the Divine King, stating he would leave for distant lands.

“Wait two more days before leaving.

The child with the Taiyin Constitution insists upon seeing you and will arrive tomorrow,” the Divine King said.

Little Tingting was coming, and Ye Fan nodded in agreement.

“The Undying Divine Medicine is a holy grade item for healing wounds.

Every Great Emperor plants at least one; it is an Immortal Treasure of the world.

If it could be found, it would certainly be of great use for your injured body.

What’s lacking is only the Ancient Heaven and Earth.” The peerless Divine King spoke.

This was the conclusion he had arrived at after days of contemplation.

For Ye Fan to heal his Dao scars, only by nourishing them with Undying Divine Medicine in an environment like that of the Ancient Heaven and Earth could he fully recover.

“The Ancient Heaven and Earth…” The Sacred Master of the Wind Clan was greatly shocked.

“In the vast Eastern Wastelands, only seven places still hold the Law Power of the Ancient Heaven and Earth, which can nourish the sacred body,” the White-clothed Divine King said.

“Could it be the seven Great Ancient Desolation Forbidden Lands?!” The Sacred Master of the Wind Clan was astounded, his face full of shock.

“Unfortunately, apart from Great Emperors, no one can survive in a Forbidden Area for even a few months.” The peerless Divine King sighed.

The sacred body was a favored child of the Ancient Desolation.

They thrived in such times when the Dao Laws of heaven and earth had not changed, making it most suitable for their growth.

According to the Divine King’s supposition, only in such regions could Undying Divine Medicine be used for healing.

Ye Fan felt a sudden clarity in his heart.

He clenched his fists; his fate was finally in his own hands, enabling him to fight against it, rather than merely submit to destiny.

As he stepped out of the great hall, he encountered Feng Lie and others.

Now, these people all looked at him with peculiar expressions.

A rather pretty woman laughed lightly and said, “I’ll go tell the Young Lady that we’ve finally sent him away.” Hearing such words, Ye Fan turned to look at her and said, “There was never any relation, so why do this?” “That’s right, there was never any relation, HMPH!” This young woman was Phoenix’s maid, and during the last encounter, she, along with Feng Lie and a dozen others, had been subdued by Ye Fan.

Next to her, someone also snorted coldly, saying, “A full three million jin of Source!

It would have made a sound even if just tossed into water, yet it was all wasted just like that.” “Yes, what a waste.

This astronomical sum produced nothing more than a ceramic figure with only half a year to live.

Such luxurious squandering!” “A constitution that’s no good is just no good.

In the end, everything comes to nothing, costing our clan so much Source.” A dozen young men and women were all cousins of Phoenix.

Some of them had been subdued by Ye Fan, and now they spoke coldly as they saw him in this predicament.

Ye Fan glanced over them and said, “Had you not mentioned it, I would have forgotten.

Three million jin of Source isn’t a small amount.

If I survive, I will personally repay the Wind Clan.” “Young man, saying such things makes me lose face!

Refrain from mentioning it again!” The Sacred Master of the Wind Clan came out, sternly rebuking these young people, “Such disrespect!

Immediately enter seclusion upon returning to the clan.” These people were very afraid of the Sacred Master of the Wind Clan.

All bowed their heads, not daring to speak further until Feng Jingyun left, and only then did they raise their heads.

Someone murmured, “Easier said than done.

He’s already almost dead; how can he repay it?” “Exactly.

In less than half a year, he’ll become a decaying corpse.

What’s the point of talking about repayment?” Ye Fan, tired of arguing with them, merely showed a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, saying, “I’ll live a good ten thousand years, and by then, all the Sacred Lands will likely be troubled by my longevity.” Not far off, a graceful silhouette approached.

Phoenix, in five-colored immortal garments, was the Wind Clan’s bright pearl.

Her slender figure was enveloped in radiant mist, dazzling and captivating.

The legendary peerless immortal face was obscured by a five-colored Phoenix Mask, clearly a secret treasure, utterly impenetrable, resplendent and multi-hued.

“Miss, I was just about to bring you the good news,” the maid from earlier said with a light laugh.

Phoenix, as aloof as ever, stood as if on a cloud.

She lifted her glossy, snow-white chin and casually glanced at Ye Fan, saying, “Take good care of your injuries.” Ye Fan smiled, saying nothing as he turned and left.

If he didn’t die, he might indeed see these people again soon.

The Wind Clan was located in the Central Eastern Desolate, and Undying Mountain, one of the seven Life Forbidden Lands, was in that region.

If he solved his own problems, he would certainly visit it.

That night, Ye Fan made it clear that he intended to seek the Undying Divine Medicine for a life-defying struggle.

Pang Bo steadfastly opposed it.

He believed it was too dangerous, a path of nine deaths with only one life, and wished to seize the heart of the Green Emperor to prolong Ye Fan’s life.

However, Ye Fan’s decision was made, and it could not be altered.

At this point, stopping him was useless, so they began to discuss where was most suitable.

“Actually, there is an Undying Divine Medicine in the Purple Mountain, personally planted by the Without Beginning Great Emperor.

Unfortunately, it’s now inaccessible.” The Black Emperor was frustrated, having cursed for a day, not understanding why such a thing had occurred.

“How does this damn dog know so much?

Did it escape from inside there?” Li Heishui was puzzled.

“Could it be…

that heaven and earth have begun to change again?” The big black dog looked skyward with burning eyes, a silly laugh rolling forth as it ignored the suspicious looks from the others.

Now, no one cared about this; all were engrossed in discussions of where to go.

Li Heishui insisted that they absolutely must not go to the seven Great Ancient Desolation Forbidden Lands.

Ancient sages had entered them never to return; there was no way to stay long enough to heal.

Tu Fei thought the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest was worth considering.

He had personally seen a True Dragon Divine Medicine there; apart from that, it seemed impossible to find one anywhere else in the world.

“Actually, I made a decision long ago.

I’ve been collecting Divine Source Stone Skin.

You all thought I would enter the Purple Mountain, but that was never the case.” Ye Fan spread out a map of the Eastern Wastelands, pointing to one end, and said, “I’m going there.” “No, absolutely not!

You can’t go there!

That place is far too dangerous!” “Even if several Sacred Lands joined forces to attack it, they wouldn’t be able to make a ripple.

It’s a true Desolate Land, and it’s completely impossible for anyone to survive there.” Tu Fei and Li Heishui strongly opposed.

「The next day」 Little Tingting came soaring through the void with people from the Jiang Family.

Dressed in Purple Clothes, she looked like an exquisite porcelain doll, but her big eyes were filled with tears.

As soon as she saw Ye Fan, she threw herself into his arms and said, “Big Brother…” She had already learned everything about Ye Fan and was incredibly sad.

Her tears kept falling, soaking Ye Fan’s collar as her big eyes turned red from crying.

“Big Brother, don’t let anything happen to you!” she cried woefully, filled with sadness.

“Tingting, be good.

Don’t cry.

I won’t be harmed.” Ye Fan crouched down, softly comforting her.

“Big Brother, I have Taiyin True Blood!

I’ve read in ancient books that it can save lives…” Little Tingting, while wiping her tears and sobbing, attempted to cut open her small, white wrist to release the Taiyin True Blood.

Ye Fan hurriedly stopped her, tapped her nose, and smiled, “Don’t worry, it won’t be long before I’m perfectly fine.” “Really?” Little Tingting’s long lashes were adorned with crystal tears, her small face filled with disbelief.

“When have I ever lied to you?

Stop crying, or you’ll turn into a little tabby cat.” Ye Fan helped her wipe away the tears, patting her head with a smile.

“When can I see you again?” Little Tingting still didn’t believe him, and each flutter of her big eyes caused more tears to flow.

“It won’t be long.” As Ye Fan said this, the Origin Qi Cauldron appeared, suspended above his head.

It emanated myriad strands of primal chaos, creating a hazy aura.

“HISS!” Everyone gasped.

Many wanted to rush over, and if the peerless Divine King weren’t present, a bloody battle would have been inevitable.

“AH!” Little Tingting was also stunned.

“Do you like it?” Ye Fan asked her, then stood up and faced the Jiang Family, saying, “I will temporarily loan this cauldron to Little Tingting.” Everyone understood his intent.

His survival was uncertain; if he didn’t return, the cauldron would be a gift to the Jiang Family’s little princess.

If he survived, he would retrieve it later.

No one believed he could return alive.

The eyes of other powerful figures burned with envy.

Giving such a heaven-defying holy relic to the Jiang Clan’s little princess effectively meant empowering the Jiang Family.

This cauldron, Ye Fan had intended to leave with Pang Bo, but feared it would bring disaster upon him, so he refrained.

He had personally endured too much.

The main reason the Sacred Lands pursued him was tied to the Origin Qi Cauldron.

He didn’t want Pang Bo to follow in his footsteps.

Secretly, he gave Pang Bo the Phoenix Blood Red Gold.

It was also a peerless holy relic, yet no one knew about the Phoenix Blood Red Gold, thus it would not bring calamity to Pang Bo.

“I’ll keep it for you.

We’ll use it in the future to forge a super peak weapon; the more types of holy relics, the better!” Pang Bo said when accepting it.

Entrusting the cauldron to Little Tingting, with the Jiang Family’s protection, meant there was no need to worry about outsiders coveting it.

This allowed Ye Fan to be completely relieved.

Once his strength was sufficient, he could retrieve it.

Now, with his life running out, gifting away a supreme treasure relieved the pressure from major powers, essentially breaking the deadlock and freeing himself from his shackles.

Many young people from the Wind Clan were dissatisfied, feeling Ye Fan favored one over another, neglecting their clan, as if they were ignored.

“Actually, you still have a chance to live if you sever your Four Extremes cultivation base.

Though your injuries won’t heal, they won’t worsen.” A Divine Doctor from the Eastern Wastelands, sent by the peerless Divine King, said this.

He himself had a Saint Master Level cultivation, and his medical skills were extraordinarily rare.

“Is that so?

Then I will definitely choose to continue living.” Ye Fan smiled.

If his departure this time paved a new future, this would serve as a well-concealed excuse.

The Divine King left silently, without a trace.

Little Tingting and the Origin Qi Cauldron vanished along with him.

He did not return to the Jiang Family, leaving the world with a huge mystery!

Everyone speculated that his life was nearly over, that he wouldn’t survive long.

But why take the little girl?

Some speculated that it was the Divine King’s final act of deterrence, deliberately leaving an unsolved mystery so the world could not discern whether he was alive or dead.

There was no definite answer, like an unfallen sword suspended above, keeping people’s hearts in suspense.

This was an invisible deterrence.

As Ye Fan was about to leave, he made a thorough round of the divine city.

Wherever he went, the younger generation was incredibly apprehensive, fearing he would engage in a final act of madness.

“Damn it, the sacred body is here!

Run quickly!

He has no chance of survival.

He’s likely to hunt down and slaughter the Saint Heirs!” “Let’s go!

Better yet, leave the divine city first!

Didn’t you see?

All the sacred ladies and Saint Heirs have fled; they’ve already vanished!” “It’s said that the little Golden-winged Peng King has also left, returning to the Central Eastern Desolate.” “Even Phoenix and others have left, also returning to the Central Territory.” …

Wherever Ye Fan passed, the streets fell silent.

Everyone feared he would challenge them in his final moments, and none dared to confront him; all retreated.

Alas, everyone guessed wrong, as Ye Fan didn’t challenge anyone.

Once the Black Emperor had meticulously inscribed the Dao Glyphs for a super-complex and profound Domain Gate, Ye Fan chose to bid farewell to the divine city, preparing to depart.

Enchanted Moon Sky, the Yaochi Saintess, the Great Xia Prince, and the White-clothed Little Nun came to send him off, followed by others.

Ye Fan saw An Miaoyi among the crowd.

She was extraordinarily beautiful and otherworldly, quietly gazing at him with clear eyes.

“SWISH!” Ye Fan waved his hand, sending the “Immortal Linglong” toward An Miaoyi.

It was a rare treasure he had cut from the Immortal Sound Stone, which could potentially become a Supreme Dao Scripture when nurtured by Immortal Qi.

“Farewell!” Ye Fan stepped onto the mysterious jade platform and vanished in an instant, traversing the void.

He left the Northern Region, embarking on a new journey.

Naturally, those from his past would not be forgotten, and their stories would all be interconnected.