Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 450: Chapter 455: Slaying the Sacred Lady

“ARGH…”

The three Great Elder Level figures of the Yin Yang Sect screamed continuously outside the small town. Their bodies were almost charred, still struggling, not yet dead.

As for the others, when Ye Fan tossed down the great fire, they turned to ashes; nothing remained, returned to dust.

The heart-wrenching screams caused many in the distant sky to change color. This multicolored flame could even burn the Grand Elders of the Sacred Lands to death. Everyone felt a chill course through them.

“ARGH…” In their final struggle, the three Great Elder Level figures finally turned into carbonized husks. With a “BANG!” they fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, then the flames flared violently, turning them to ashes.

Experts at the eighth transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm could not endure a single burn from the multicolored flame; they were completely obliterated, body and soul!

Many people had followed Ye Fan to this place, utterly shocked. Ye Fan had traveled a great distance, bringing divine flame to extinguish a great enemy; his body’s ability to withstand such intense heat was terrifying.

Ye Fan’s physical body was strong enough to break into the seventh level of the Flame Region even without the Bodhi seed, let alone possessing a seed from a sacred tree that was particularly resistant to fire.

“You are so ruthless…” The Yin Yang Saintess’s face was pale, devoid of any color, as she attempted to break through the encirclement.

“CRACK!”

Ye Fan swung the God-beating Whip, collapsing the very void and forcing her back. “Are we ruthless?” he said. “You were the one who came to kill us, yet now you blame us in return. Didn’t you say you wanted to raise me like livestock, to take my sacred blood? Go ahead, make your move.”

“FWOOSH!”

Radiant light scattered in thousands of directions from the Yin Yang Saintess’s hands as a shower of colorful sand emerged, like a flowing galaxy, very dreamlike and dazzlingly colorful.

“Retreat immediately! Under no circumstances touch that colored sand!” the big black dog cried out in shock.

Ye Fan lightly retreated, avoiding the starry river. The weight of the colored sand was unknown; each grain pierced through the void, strikingly bewitching and beautiful, yet it continued to flow forward.

“This is Star Sand refined from the bone powder left by ancient sages. Touch it and you will die!” The Black Emperor explained with a somber expression.

The bodies of ancient sages do not decay even after death; only under special conditions do they turn into bone powder, dissipating into the world. Even so, the remaining bone powder is terrifyingly powerful, containing bizarre divine energy, and is as weighty as a mountain.

If someone refined it into Weapons, it would be terrifyingly destructive, able to pierce through anything, almost unstoppable, with devastating power.

Ye Fan now finally understood how precious the sage’s remains in the Green Flood Dragon King’s treasure trove were; it could indeed be considered a priceless treasure, its value immeasurable.

“CLANG!”

Ye Fan drew out the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword. He didn’t believe this bone powder could destroy the holy divine relics used by the Great Emperor for Refining Soldiers; the sword aura arced forward like a rainbow.

“BOOM!”

The multicolored river surged forward, suddenly erupting violently, roaring and exuding a hint of a sage’s might, like a collapsing mountain, terrifying to the heart and spirit.

Just how powerful were the sages? Ye Fan was stunned; the golden Sea of Bitterness within him boiled and surged forth, with a green lotus floating in its midst.

“BOOM!”

The two collided fiercely, but finally, the Golden Sea of Suffering blocked the multicolored heavenly river; it could not advance any further.

A cold sneer touched Ye Fan’s lips as he once again wielded the God-beating Whip forward. He believed this Wooden Whip could withstand such pressure without breaking. After all, it’s just bone powder; if there were an issue, he could quickly retract the God-beating Whip.

“CRACK!”

The God-beating Whip, though plain and unassuming, was extremely solid. It struck the starry river, stirring up massive waves. Not far away, the Yin Yang Saintess’s body shook, and a trace of blood oozed from between her brows, a look of disbelief on her face.

The Saint Bone Powder of a sage was as heavy as a mountain, solid and indestructible. Neither the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Holy Sword nor the God-beating Whip destroyed it, but they did disturb the divine sense contained within.

“Snatch it!” When the big black dog saw that the multicolored starry river could be shaken, his eyes gleamed, and he urged Ye Fan to act swiftly. “If Saint Bone Powder fell into the hands of a Saint Master Level figure, it would be immensely powerful. Letting her use it is a waste!”

Ye Fan held the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Holy Sword in his left hand and the God-beating Whip in his right, moving forward with the Golden Sea of Suffering as protection.

“RUSTLE… RUSTLE…”

The multicolored starry river flowed, emitting strange sounds as it perforated the void, flickering in and out, rushing beyond the Golden Sea of Suffering.

“BOOM!”

Ye Fan spun the God-beating Whip, striking out hundreds of times in an instant, directly shattering this section of the void, leaving it a desolate ruin; only the Saint Bone Powder continued to shine.

In the distance, more blood trickled from between the Yin Yang Saintess’s brows as she tried her utmost to retrieve this treasure. It was something she had unintentionally acquired on a mountain peak and had not yet refined.

Earlier, she had heard the Black Emperor’s words and finally learned of its divine nature; she was naturally reluctant to lose it.

Yet Ye Fan wouldn’t grant her the opportunity. His Golden Sea of Suffering wildly surged forth, engulfing everything and immobilizing all the multicolored Star Sand.

“BUZZ!”

A green lotus flashed within the Golden Sea of Suffering, exuding a faint mist. All the multicolored Star Sand rose, gathered, and adhered to the lotus.

“You… return my divine artifact!” the Yin Yang Saintess cried, shocked and furious.

“CRACK!”

Ye Fan wielded the God-beating Whip, advancing to seize the Saint Bone Powder of the ancient sages, unleashing his full might without reservation.

“SWOOSH!”

The Yin Yang Saintess, perceiving the Wooden Whip’s anomaly, kept her distance. She took out a mirror, its front as white as jade and its back as black as ink. With a whoosh, she directed it at Ye Fan.

“The Yin Yang Mirror!”

The distant crowd exclaimed. This was a mysterious weapon that killed stealthily. Though originating from the Central States, it was renowned even in the Eastern Wastelands, with many replicas in existence.

“CHH!”

As the white light from its front shone upon him, Ye Fan felt as though his divine sense was being forcefully extracted; a mysterious power flowed, nearly causing his soul to leave his body.

“HUMPH!”

He snorted coldly. At his brow, a small golden lake emitted divine rays. A miniature golden sun appeared, forming into his own likeness, sitting cross-legged in the void and uttering a soft reprimand.

A thunderous clap echoed through the heavens and earth; this section of the void quaked violently, and that uncanny power vanished instantly. A white light flashed before the Yin Yang Mirror.

“That’s the Yin Yang Mirror! It reaps souls; there’s no defending against it!” someone in the crowd exclaimed.

“This is only a replica. The true Yin Yang Mirror was forged by an ancient sage, its power unfathomable. Unrivaled by anything except a Great Emperor’s Holy Weapon, it could sweep the world; whoever it shines upon will die. It’s almost unstoppable.”

In the distance, many people discussed, all filled with shocked disbelief.

Ye Fan advanced. The Yin Yang Saintess flipped the Yin Yang Mirror, revealing its black backside, which transformed into a black hole, aiming to devour him.

“BUZZ!”

Ye Fan exhaled, and the Vajra flew out, its surface gleaming brightly, streaking like lightning towards her.

“CLANG!”

The two Weapons clashed, almost knocking the mirror from her hand. The Yin Yang Saintess retreated and swiftly touched a spot between her brows; a crescent-shaped Yin Diagram manifested.

“CHH CHH CHH!”

Beams of divine radiance shot towards Ye Fan. Though she was only at the Four Extremes Great Perfection Realm, she could absolutely slay many cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm; all Saint Son Level figures could perform Reverse Immortal Slaying.

Simultaneously, Ye Fan charged forward, wielding the Holy Sword and the Divine Wheel Whip, attacking the Yin Yang Saintess.

This was a fierce battle. The Yin Yang Sect was a supreme Great Sect of the Central States, so their Saintess naturally possessed tremendous strength, surpassing many Saint Heirs of the Eastern Wastelands.

“What is that?” the crowd was astonished.

Behind the Yin Yang Saintess, a Yin Yang Diagram appeared, rendering her almost immune to all techniques and greatly diminishing Ye Fan’s various offensive tactics.

“This is a powerful Qi Mechanism left by a supreme Sect Hierarch, used exclusively to protect outstanding disciples!”

“Correct, it must be a powerful imprint created by the Yin Yang Sect’s supreme old Sect Hierarch. Ordinary people couldn’t possibly achieve Yin Yang Unity!”

Ye Fan felt constrained; the Yin Yang Diagram had a significant impact on him, at times nearly absorbing him, causing him great anxiety.

In moments of indistinctness, he glimpsed a white-haired old man seated within the Yin Yang Diagram, a blurry, hazy figure emanating a terrifying Qi presence.

If I were to cut down the Yin Yang Saintess, could this terrifying imprint left by that old man possibly awaken and break loose?! he muttered to himself.

The Yin Yang Saintess was anxious, desperately holding on and hoping for rescue, as the massive events here would undoubtedly spread. However, Ye Fan’s attacks grew increasingly fierce; the God-beating Whip seemed almost to collapse the heavens and the earth, imposing intense pressure on her.

Without the emergence of the Yin Yang Diagram, she would have been unable to withstand his assault. Despite its protection, she felt uneasy, her life in danger if this continued.

Everyone witnessed the sacred body’s might and showed expressions of surprise; it wasn’t proving too difficult for someone at the second level of Four Extremes to suppress the Saintess from the Central States.

“CLANG!”

Ye Fan finally launched his killing technique, deciding not to delay any longer. The Holy Sword shimmered with a black glow, resonating as he embedded the Fighting Saint Technique within it, shattering the Yin Yang Mirror in a single slash.

“SPURT!”

A flash of blood appeared as the sword left a long gash on the Yin Yang Saintess’s right arm, nearly slicing off a section of her delicate limb.

“Saintess, don’t worry; we are here!” Several elders flew forward.

Ye Fan’s heart initially skipped a beat, but upon seeing they were only cultivators at the second transformation of Dragon Transformation, he relaxed.

The Yin Yang Saintess had finally received reinforcements. She had held on for so long and had narrowly escaped death; without help, it would have been very difficult for her to survive.

“SWISH!”

She turned and fled, as light as a cloud, moving at great speed.

Ye Fan naturally wouldn’t let her go; Pang Bo and the big black dog also moved to block her escape.

“Saintess, retreat quickly; we’ll hold off this little scoundrel!” Several cultivators of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm rushed forward.

“Who do you think you are? Die, all of you!” Ye Fan unleashed his Variation, charging through and immobilizing them all.

Pang Bo executed the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes, slicing these individuals down as if cutting radishes.

“Today, you have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide! Didn’t you say you wanted to keep me penned up with strange and powerful beasts? I will surely cut you down today!” Ye Fan pursued relentlessly.

“We are here! You dare not act so viciously!” After chasing for hundreds of li, they encountered more Yin Yang Sect members; several elders blocked the way with grim expressions.

A mere Dragon Transformation Secret Realm is supposed to be impressive? Ye Fan was utterly unconcerned, swinging the Holy Sword to strike.

Pang Bo and the big black dog also lunged forward. These men couldn’t repel them; without cultivators above the fourth transformation of Dragon Transformation, the problem wasn’t resolvable.

After chasing for over a thousand li, the Yin Yang Saintess was nearly beaten to the point of broken bones by the God-beating Whip. She spat blood and screamed, “If you kill me, the Sect Hierarch will annihilate you, even if you possess the Divine King Mark!”

“I’ll be waiting for your Sect Hierarch to come kill me!”

Ye Fan wielded the Holy Sword, its brilliant sword aura tearing through the heavens, nearly slicing the Yin Yang Saintess in half. Had it not been for the spinning Yin Yang Diagram, he would have already ended the fight.

“ARGH…”

The Yin Yang Saintess screamed as another terrifying bloody gash appeared on her body. She simply couldn’t stop Ye Fan’s assault. Having fought for hundreds of rounds, she had reached her limit.

“BUZZ!”

The God-beating Whip in Ye Fan’s hand made the void collapse. It finally whipped the Yin Yang Unity Diagram aside, and he pressed forward, wielding the Holy Sword.

“Youngster, do you dare kill my Sect’s disciple?” Within the distant Yin Yang Diagram, a white-haired old man was seated, his silhouette vague yet profoundly intimidating.

“Sect Hierarch!” the Yin Yang Saintess shouted.

“So what if I kill her?” Ye Fan didn’t care.

The white-haired old man seated in the Yin Yang Diagram said nothing, but his eyes were supremely cold – a clear form of intimidation and warning.

“You’ve destroyed my Sect’s vital territory! If you kill me, there’ll be nowhere left in the world for you!” the Yin Yang Saintess cautioned.

“I’m the last person to be afraid of threats. If your supreme Sect Hierarch has the courage, let him try clashing with the unrivaled Divine King. Today, I must kill you!” Ye Fan swung his sword to strike.

The Yin Yang Saintess struggled to fight back, and the diagram flew back to protect her. However, Ye Fan wanted no unexpected occurrences; he unleashed the Fighting Saint Technique and the All Secret concurrently, aiming to finish the fight with one blow, fearing someone might come to her rescue.

“You…” The Yin Yang Saintess recoiled, attempting to continue her escape.

“Allow me to send you on your way!”

The Holy Sword hummed lightly, its sword aura soaring to the heavens. Slashing with tenfold combat power, it cleaved the diagram. The Yin Yang Saintess screamed but couldn’t resist; she was split in two on the spot!

With a wave of his sword, Ye Fan also shattered her divine sense, killing her thoroughly. The Yin Yang Saintess’s beauty faded and she perished, her blood staining the Eastern Wastelands, her life thus ended.

“This…”

“The Yin Yang Saintess has been killed! This is a colossal upheaval!”

Those who had chased them here all stood stunned. Ye Fan had slain a Saintess from the Central States – news that would undoubtedly shock the entire Eastern Wastelands, for she was the most outstanding female disciple of a supreme major sect.

The final sword’s power was colossal. No one thought much of it, assuming the Yin Yang Saintess had simply been exhausted; they didn’t realize Ye Fan’s All Secret had displayed its might.

“Youngster…” The voice of the vague old man within the Yin Yang Diagram was bone-chillingly cold.

“Get him! Let’s slaughter him too!” Pang Bo, ever fierce, was the first to attack the diagram. The Black Emperor also pounced.

Ye Fan naturally knew he mustn’t let this trace of an imprint escape, or it could lead to massive problems – it was an imprint of a supreme Sect Hierarch, who had likely already spotted the All Secret.

From afar, many cultivators stood dumbfounded, witnessing the sheer audacity of these two men and a dog. They had killed the Yin Yang Sect’s Saintess and were now even attempting to erase the old Sect Hierarch’s life imprint.

Ye Fan’s Variation, Pang Bo’s Demon Emperor Nine Slashes, and the big black dog’s complex Array Patterns struck almost simultaneously. They finally shattered the Yin Yang Diagram and decapitated the old man’s projected head.

“So ruthless! An imprint of the Yin Yang Sect’s Saint Master has been obliterated!” People stood gawking.

On that very day, news spread like wildfire, blanketing the southern region and sweeping through the Eastern Wastelands. A Saintess from the younger generation had finally perished – this was the first such instance!

The Yin Yang Sect was thunderously furious!

Everyone in the Eastern Wastelands was astounded. The apocalyptic sacred body was too insane, having slaughtered the Saintess of a supreme major sect from the Central States, shocking every single person.

However, at that moment, Ye Fan brought out thirty young geniuses. People from numerous sects were present, and many recognized young children belonging to their own orders.

The Yin Yang Sect felt tremendous pressure. The numerous sects of the Eastern Wastelands were hostile towards them, and several Sacred Lands even stepped forward, applying pressure simultaneously.

「Farewell, southern region!」

That day, Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and the others traversed the void, heading to the Central Territory where Undying Mountain and Holy Cliff were located, departing from this land of discord.

The Central Eastern Wastelands was home to many ancient demon clan legacies, being the origin place of the demon clan. It also housed Ancient Sacred Lands like the Wind Clan. The central region gathered the topmost influential powers of both the demon clan and the human race.

Moreover, apart from Undying Mountain, the Immortal Tomb, one of the Ancient Desolation Forbidden Lands, was also located in this area.

One could say that the Central Territory is the Eastern Wastelands’ most flourishing and ancient Pure Land, the origin place of all legacies. It is rumored that all nine secret arts originated from here.