Chapter 1026: Invincible Inheritance

Chapter 1027: An Invincible Legacy

Fire Spirit Gully was a scorched land, not a blade of grass grew there. It was the result of an ancient disaster from countless ages past, a mark that would never fade.

Shadowy figures dotted the surroundings, and the distant mountains were teeming with cultivators. Many sneered, believing Ye Tong, with his youthful bravado, was bound for a severe defeat.

In the arena, Mo Xue's hair was tied back with a purple-gold crown. His face, sharp as if carved by a knife, exuded an imposing heroism with its distinct features. His eyes shone like brilliant cold stars, and every pore of his body seemed to inhale and exhale vital energy.

Strands of the Great Dao's aura, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder, emanated from his body. These were Dao marks, born from the recognition of heaven and earth after reaching a certain level of cultivation, resonating with the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.

A 'buzz' filled the air as Mo Xue struck with incredible speed. Cold light glinted on his armor, and a chilling radiance enveloped heaven and earth. A massive Void Rend Slash descended, causing the firmament to tremble.

His fingers, pressed together like a blade, unleashed an attack of boundless power. Many sect masters present changed expression, realizing that such a combination of speed and strength was rarely seen, and even they would find it difficult to withstand.

Ye Tong's body flickered with fire, and his eyes shone as brightly as the sun. Forming the Solar God Art with his hand, he unleashed a golden ray from his fingertip – a Solar Sword Qi, unparalleled in its sharpness.

Sparks flew in the void as the Great Void Rend Slash met the Solar Sword Qi, erupting into a dazzling cascade of light, like beautiful fireworks. This spectacle made everyone's expressions change, and they marveled in secret, "To possess such formidable divine abilities at such a young age! What will they become if they truly mature?"

With a sharp cry, Mo Xue expelled a mouthful of innate vital energy, which transformed into a wave of Dao. This wave consisted of one hundred and eight strands of sonic swords, which shot towards Ye Tong's head with startling suddenness.

The entire void rippled like window paper, all air currents churned chaotically. Sand and stones flew from the mountain peaks, and ancient trees were pulverized into dust.

The Dao Wave sonic swords riddled the very fabric of the void, leaving it tattered. A human body of flesh and blood, if struck, would undoubtedly be torn to shreds.

Fearless in the face of danger, Ye Tong moved his hands, conjuring a perfectly natural golden circle. It vibrated with a brilliant combat aura, enveloping his form.

The Dao waves surged, engulfing the golden circle, but were unable to damage it. Ye Tong, protected from all techniques, successfully blocked even the sharp sonic swords.

"Ye Fan's golden circle from years past has reappeared!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

People remembered clearly when Ye Fan manifested Taiji, becoming immune to all techniques. That golden circle, when it appeared, had once awed an entire era.

Light and fire surged as torrents of solar essence fire erupted. Ye Tong, bathed in the glow, launched a fierce counterattack. The sun in the sky seemed to exist solely for him, as he drew forth mysterious streams of fire power.

He appeared as a fire god, with monstrous flames erupting from his body, scorching the void and surging forward.

Mo Xue was forced to evade. He pulled out a dark treasured fan and waved it at the void, instantly extinguishing vast swathes of flames and unleashing a burst of chilling air.

"It's the Taiyin Banana Fan!" someone exclaimed.

This type of fan was incredibly rare, crafted from plantains that grew in places of extreme Yin. Countless rare metals and precious stones were added during its refinement, making its cost immense. It was an ancient secret treasure.

Mo Xue fanned again, and the Taiyin Banana Fan unleashed torrents of black mist. It felt like an ice blade cleaving into people's souls, making their spirits feel as if they would shatter, and the cold was bone-piercing.

Those in the distance instinctively recoiled. The vegetation on the surrounding mountains instantly froze and then disintegrated into black dust, unable to withstand the biting cold.

Ye Tong's pupils contracted sharply at the sight. His opponent was clearly well-prepared to counter his Solar Saint Power, yet he felt no fear.

He pointed one hand towards the sun in the sky and the other towards his adversary. Rolling thunder rumbled ceaselessly, and vast sheets of scorching light could be clearly seen descending from the heavens.

This was a truly astonishing display!

Ye Tong directly wielded the red sun in the sky as a 'great weapon.' He drew down firelight that covered heaven and earth, allowing it to enter his crown, where it transformed into primordial saint power before surging towards Mo Xue.

A 'puff' sound accompanied the intense clash. Mo Xue used the Taiyin Banana Fan to block the solar essence fire. The area between them experienced extreme temperature swings, fluctuating wildly between scorching heat and biting cold.

Throughout the mountains, many colossal rocks that were molten lava one moment solidified the next, only to be shattered by the freezing temperatures. The sight was terrifying.

It is said that fire and ice are merciless. When these two opposing forces clashed, it was nothing short of a catastrophe. Each extreme collision tore apart the very fabric of the sky.

"This is the end of the world! It's going to be annihilated!" Many junior cultivators, who had never witnessed such a spectacle, turned deathly pale and could not help but cry out in alarm.

The scene at that moment was utterly terrifying. Ye Tong wielded the sun itself as a weapon, and vast sheets of firelight cascaded down, transforming the entire firmament into a raging sea of flames.

All the blazing light eventually converged into a river, flowing into Ye Tong's crown, then surging forward towards the Myriad Beginning Holy Son with overwhelming power.

Even the secret treasure, the Taiyin Banana Fan, was nearing its breaking point, emitting creaking sounds. Black scorch marks appeared on its surface, indicating it was about to be burned through.

"Ye Fan's disciple is truly remarkable! He possesses such grand ambition, treating celestial bodies like the sun, moon, and stars as weapons in his grasp. It's simply astonishing!"

Many elder figures were left dumbfounded. Though the intense heat before them had transformed over a dozen large mountains into molten lava, a sudden chill ran down their spines.

In the distance, Ye Fan smiled and nodded. Over a decade had passed, and the once-crying little boy had truly grown up, now capable of standing strong on his own. His current power astonished even Ye Fan, who knew his future achievements would be limitless.

"Only with grand ambition in one's heart can the path ahead be boundless," said the Divine Knight.

With a loud roar, Mo Xue surprisingly put away the Taiyin Banana Fan. His ten fingers splayed, unleashing ten streaks of electric light that tore through the sky.

Everyone was astonished. He had actually put away such a powerful secret treasure and attacked with his bare hands. Wasn't this akin to exposing his weaknesses while concealing his strengths?

However, Ye Fan frowned, two dazzling rays of light shooting from his eyes as he murmured to himself, "No wonder he can contend with someone possessing the Solar Saint Emperor's bloodline; he also possesses a very rare constitution... This is no ordinary opponent."

Only a select few detected the anomaly: these ten streaks of electric light were highly unusual, containing faint, oppressive wisps of terrifying aura.

With a 'bang,' the electric lights finally exploded. Monstrous flames collided, holding their own and even managing to extinguish vast expanses of the sacred flames.

"What is that? Chaos Lightning!" someone exclaimed.

The vast majority widened their eyes in disbelief. To dare refine chaos at such a young age? Not even the elder figures would attempt such a feat.

Ye Tong's expression turned serious. With sweeping, expansive movements, he brought down sky-filling flames to suppress Mo Xue, as thousands of waterfall-like rays of light cascaded from the sun above.

At that moment, Mo Xue was terrifying, seemingly transformed into a deity. His entire body pulsed with lightning and thunder, and every pore seemed to spew electric arcs.

This was no ordinary lightning; it was Chaos Lightning, a sight rarely even in heavenly tribulations. Its descent was an earth-shattering assault!

Everyone stared, dumbfounded. What was Mo Xue's origin that he could command chaos in such a manner? With every movement, Chaos Lightning radiated from him, his attack power truly defying the heavens among his peers.

"Is this... the constitution sought by Myriad Beginning Holy Land?"

"For tens of thousands of years, Myriad Beginning Holy Land has relentlessly searched. Could it be... have they truly found that legendary constitution?"

Many people were shocked and speculated that if their guess was correct, Myriad Beginning Holy Land had truly turned the corner from suffering to sweet reward, having found an 'immortal seedling.'

"Yes, he is very likely a Chaos Body!" someone stated gravely. Myriad Beginning Holy Land, founded with this name, alluded to a core part of their doctrine: the initial era of heaven and earth, when all things first emerged from chaos.

Their ancient scriptures detailed highly complex and profound secret techniques related to chaos, which contained the very secrets of the origin of heaven and earth.

However, cultivating such profound scriptures was exceedingly difficult. One could only achieve the highest accomplishments if they were naturally attuned to chaos, their essence aligning with the primordial aura of creation.

Yet, such individuals were almost impossible to find. For countless years, they had never encountered one, and their sect had never produced a truly invincible powerhouse.

And now, it seemed, they had found him!

"This is truly incredible... To think such a constitution actually exists in the world. No wonder Myriad Beginning Holy Land had such confidence in challenging the Holy Body successor with their own disciple."

Everyone couldn't help but discuss.

With a 'clang,' a flash of light emanated from Mo Xue's glabella, launching a small, inch-long sword directly at Ye Tong. It was exceptionally sharp, trailing ten thousand wisps of chaotic energy, a truly terrifying sight.

Ye Tong let out a long roar, and a fiery-red Solar Bell flew from his glabella, slamming into the Dao sword. Between the two, a blazing light erupted, sweeping in all directions.

The mountains in every direction disintegrated into ash, as if made of paper. Everyone had already retreated to a safer distance, fearing to be caught in the destructive aftermath.

A resounding 'dong' echoed through heaven and earth. The fiery-red bell body radiated blazing light, rapidly expanding, and now hovered above Ye Tong's head, humming with a deep resonance.

Opposite him, Mo Xue stood with his sword. The great sword in his hand, tens of meters long, made him appear as an awe-inspiring divine general.

This sword, forged from Chaos Stone, naturally attracted chaotic energy. It was inscribed with countless runes, transforming into a world-shaking Dao sword!

With a great roar, he brandished the Chaos Sword and cleaved, sweeping across all directions. His disheveled hair flew wildly, and his eyes were captivating, as if he possessed the power to devour mountains and rivers.

With another 'dong,' Ye Tong met the blow head-on. The great bell above his head, also a divine material, was forged from Grand Luo Silver Essence. Though originally silver, it was now dyed fiery red by the intense light, blazing with dazzling power.

The tens of meters long great sword cleaved onto the Solar Bell. Light and fire shot up thousands of meters high, while waves of bell sound reverberated outwards, sweeping across the land. Fire Spirit Gully was instantly reduced to a desert, and distant mountains continuously collapsed.

Mo Xue's eyes gleamed sharply, his hair mingling with strands of chaos. His body radiated a mass of chaotic light, resisting the most terrifying Solar Saint Power. Wielding the stone sword, he fought with broad, sweeping strikes, growing more courageous with every exchange.

Ye Tong, too, unleashed his full power. Since his emergence, he had never encountered any obstacles. As a divine sun manifested, he stood at its center, illuminating all directions.

"The Myriad Beginning Holy Son possesses a Chaos Body, yet this Ye Tong is not only holding his own but even forcefully suppressing his opponent. What kind of constitution does he possess?"

"Does that even need to be asked? Look at him wielding the solar essence fire as effortlessly as an extension of his own limbs, every inch of his body glowing. Most likely, it's the bloodline power of the Solar God!"

At this moment, Ye Tong stood within a golden sun, like a young deity, inhaling and exhaling the vital energy of the eight directions. Every strike was majestic, and the great bell's resonant hum carried a power capable of cleaving open heaven and earth.

Mo Xue, too, was incredibly powerful, enveloped in a halo of chaotic light, resembling a god of war. Wielding a tens of meters long great sword, he cleaved horizontally and vertically, causing heaven and earth to crumble.

The bell and sword collided, their impacts deafening. Chaotic energy permeated the air, and firelight blazed, bringing the entire area to a furious boil.

"From age to age, new talents emerge, each dominating for centuries!"

Jiang Yifei, the Patriarch of the Jiang Family, whose true depth many could not fathom, sighed softly. Clad in white like snow, with profound eyes, he uttered these very words.

Many people nodded involuntarily. Ye Tong and Mo Xue before them were undoubtedly prodigious talents, rarely seen in tens of thousands of years. Their rise paralleled the era where figures like Ye Fan, the Yaoguang Holy Son, Huang Xudao, and Huo Qilin coexisted.

"Truly worthy of being the Holy Body's disciple, possessing courage that rivals all under heaven. Even the Holy Son, whom Myriad Beginning Holy Land poured all their heart and soul into cultivating, cannot defeat him." An elder figure lamented, "I can almost envision a second Ye Fan rising!"

With a 'dong,' the Chaos Stone Sword collided with the Solar Divine Bell. Each strike contained the power of laws, weaving intricate patterns that imprinted themselves upon the firmament.

After hundreds of exchanges, Ye Tong let out a clear whistle, and flames surged. With one hand, he lifted the great bell, rapidly expanding it until it descended like a colossal mountain.

The Solar God Blood within him boiled, roaring like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami raging. His courage was unmatched in the world, and his hair danced wildly.

Mo Xue's expression changed. He raised his sword and cleaved upwards, his tens of meters long great sword attempting to block the descending bell. His eyebrows bristled, and with a single roar, mountains and rivers shattered!

With a 'buzz,' the great bell roared, its bell waves forming mysterious ripples that transformed into terrifying Dao waves. These waves surged in all directions, pulverizing the surrounding mountains.

Inside the bell, it was even more terrifying. The bell waves were like an ocean tide, densely packed with fire-colored ripples that transformed into runes, completely submerging the bell's interior.

Mo Xue let out a soft cry. His entire body radiated light, unfolding a chaotic light barrier. He vigorously cleaved with the stone sword in his hand, attempting to shatter the great bell.

However, this proved incredibly difficult. Ye Tong stood awe-inspiring, his hair flying, Solar Saint Light illuminating heaven and earth. He remained within a blazing golden sun, continuously vibrating the bell. His cultivation was as deep as the sea, man and bell united, unshakeable.

Mo Xue lunged downwards, attempting to escape from the bell's opening. However, the great bell was boundless, constantly expanding, always encompassing him within its resonant hum, which seemed to echo through eternity!

"This is too terrifying! I feel as if Ye Fan himself has reappeared in the world. His disciple possesses the same invincible aura, equally unstoppable!"

Everyone's expressions changed, and even many sect masters felt a chill run down their spines, admitting that they themselves could not withstand such an assault.

As Ye Tong vibrated the bell, his handsome and towering figure now emanated a dazzling gaze, radiating an air of unparalleled dominance, as if declaring, "Who else but I, only I am supreme!"

His thick hair flew wildly, possessing a raw intensity, as he initially displayed the regal bearing of one destined to rule the world.

With a 'crack,' the Chaos Sword inside the fiery-red great bell shattered inch by inch, turning to dust under the bell waves. The sky-filling chaotic light was dispersed. Mo Xue, his hair disheveled, coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. Enveloped by the mountain-sized bell, he was utterly exhausted, blood oozing from his mouth and nose from the impact, and the chaotic halo around his body disintegrated.

With a 'bang,' he made a desperate move: a sea of chaos within his body erupted, blasting the great bell high into the air. He was flung sideways, finally escaping the bell's confines.

Mo Xue's eyes were piercing. He cast a profound glance at Ye Tong before swiftly rushing towards the Myriad Beginning Holy Land's contingent. The moment he reached them, he collapsed onto his back, blood seeping from every pore of his body.

"What?! The Myriad Beginning Holy Son has been utterly defeated!" People couldn't help but sigh, "Ye Tong has won! His strength is truly astounding, certainly befitting the Holy Body's disciple. This invincible spirit is clearly inherited through his lineage!"

Suddenly, at that very moment, several colossal hands, one after another, descended, casting shadows that obscured the sun. They pressed down on Ye Tong in the arena, intending to crush him into a bloody pulp and eliminate this peerless genius in his infancy.

In the distance, Ye Fan's sword-like eyebrows instantly shot up. His eyes blazed with a blinding light, like a divine sword being drawn from its sheath, as he struck two bolts of cold lightning into the void. He murmured to himself, "Dare to lay a hand on my disciple? You all must have a death wish!"