Chapter 1080: Magic Fetus Bestows the Head

**Chapter 1081: The Demonic Embryo Slain**

A flickering blue bronze lamp held a clear flame. Within the flame, a tiny An Miaoyi sat cross-legged, chanting scriptures amidst the light, appearing solemn and sacred.

The true An Miaoyi had a serene expression. Her white robes fluttered lightly, making her appear distant and ethereal, as if she were about to ascend to immortality and was untouched by the mortal world. She seemed like a different person, growing increasingly illusory. Her smile was hard to approach, carrying a hint of detachment.

Ye Fan watched, and only upon seeing the figure seated within the bronze lamp did he feel a sense of familiarity. He softly called out, "Miaoyi."

"Go," a voice from within the blue lamp said, the familiar and intimate smile unchanged as she waved to him.

"Goodbye, until we meet again," the true An Miaoyi also spoke. Then she turned and departed, drifting like an immortal, soaring through the air towards Lan Tuo Temple.

Ye Fan stood in a daze, unmoving for a long time. Only when a ray of morning light pierced through did he rise and leave. Being in the Western Desert, he felt mysterious spiritual power every day. He wanted to view Mount Sumeru from afar and had no immediate plans to leave.

The Western Desert had several ancient lands: Hanging Temple, Lan Tuo Temple, Divine Radiance Temple, and others, all highly renowned. They mastered the highest Buddhist secret arts, revered throughout the world. Ye Fan walked on foot, passing by Lan Tuo Temple and heading towards the center of this land. He absorbed the atmosphere of the Buddhist realm, observing strands of sacred faith light, and contemplated within his heart.

A day later, Ye Fan passed a dilapidated temple, now a charred ruin. "Why would someone destroy a temple in the Western Lands?" he was somewhat surprised. This small temple wasn't large, nor did it cover a wide area. Shaking away the ashes, he uncovered over a dozen skeletons.

"Qingling Temple, wasn't this where Miaoyi once cultivated?" Ye Fan couldn't help but frown. This small temple had been destroyed no more than half a month ago. An Miaoyi had departed from Ahan Ancient Temple, journeying throughout the Western Desert. She had cultivated in many ancient temples, only stopping when she entered Lan Tuo Temple. This was just one of them; he had heard her mention it before.

"Reverse the flow, trace the origin, ancient reversion art!" Ye Fan exclaimed. He let out a soft cry, his eyes brilliant, his forehead bone crystal clear, like a mirror, shining upon the broken walls and ruins. This was a profound technique he had cultivated on Earth. He had obtained an incomplete Vedic scripture in an ancient dojo, comprehending its mysteries, and thus acquired this mystical art that could re-enact past scenes. Ye Fan's forehead bone glowed, illuminating the rubble and scattered corpses, tracing back events from more than ten days ago. A moment later, his body trembled!

"Wang Teng!" His pupils blazed with power, sharp as knives. It was Wang Teng who had done it. Without needing further detail, he knew what this person intended: to retaliate against him by any means necessary. "He knew I was back, understood he was no match for me, and decided to target An Miaoyi, wiping out everyone in that temple."

Ye Fan sped like lightning, quickly giving chase. He arrived at another small temple An Miaoyi had mentioned; this ancient temple was intact and unharmed. "Presumably, the people in the first temple discovered his sinister actions and were silenced." He dared not delay, heading straight for Lan Tuo Temple. He covertly learned that An Miaoyi had returned and was unharmed.

"Wang Teng, it's time for a reckoning." Ye Fan concealed himself in the sacred mountain, observing everything. He believed Wang Teng would definitely appear; it was only a matter of time.

Several days later, An Miaoyi went out, heading to Divine Radiance Temple to comprehend a Buddhist doctrine. Ye Fan did not reveal himself, instead using the Heavenly Court's Killing Art to hide in the void, following her all the way. He felt that Wang Teng should appear now.

Sure enough, after traveling several thousand miles, a golden ancient war chariot rumbled forth, emitting sky-piercing light. It was surrounded by projections of true dragons, immortal phoenixes, white tigers, and black tortoises, all circling its center. This ancient chariot was entirely golden, radiating boundless light. Standing atop it, one would appear like a Heavenly Emperor on a tour, descending to the mortal world.

Wang Teng had disheveled black hair and a tall physique, with a chilling gaze in his eyes. He held a golden sacred sword, blocking the path ahead. The divine radiance spewing from the sword's edge stretched for hundreds of feet, sweeping towards An Miaoyi.

"Swoosh!" A blue lamp appeared, hovering above An Miaoyi's shoulder, emitting a soft light. It formed a protective screen, shielding her body.

"You... Wang Teng, I can't believe the dignified Northern Emperor has fallen to such a state," An Miaoyi murmured. "Do you feel that you have no hope of killing Ye Fan in this life, which is why you've come after me?" For one of the foremost young prodigies of the human race back then, acting in such a way was undoubtedly self-degradation, losing the heart of a Dao Prover.

"Hahaha... hahahaha..." Wang Teng burst into laughter, his hair flying. He harbored both rage and murderous intent, chilling and ice-cold, his pupils like two deep abysses.

"What a pity," An Miaoyi softly said, "The former Northern Emperor has fallen to such a state; it's lamentable. One of the foremost young talents has finally declined, becoming utterly disheartened and losing his invincible demeanor."

"Yes, I lost again. In the battle in the Eastern Wasteland, that mysterious person's fight shook the world, driving me back with a single spear," Wang Teng's expression was cold as he continued. "I know he was Ye Fan; I am no match for him. He led tens of thousands of iron cavalry to destroy my Wang family in the Northern Plains. This deep hatred, I must avenge it in this life, no matter what. If I can't kill him, I'll start with his woman and make him suffer for a lifetime!"

Wang Teng spoke with a grim intensity, his pupils filled with the light of hatred, bordering on madness. The hand holding the golden sacred sword trembled slightly, and half of his body twitched.

"You only see the Wang family's destruction, but why don't you mention your arrogant actions back then?" An Miaoyi said. "If you hadn't gone to destroy a tribe in the Southern Ridge and colluded with the ancient races to slaughter Ye Fan and his friends, how could it have come to this? Buddhism speaks of karma; everything was predestined long ago."

"What karma, what Heavenly Dao, none of it matters to me now!" Wang Teng declared. "I want you dead, and I want Ye Fan to suffer for a lifetime. If I can't kill him, I'll torment him mentally, ensuring he never finds peace throughout his life!" Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot, turning scarlet, filled with boundless murderous intent. The golden ancient war chariot was enveloped in a sinister blood mist, appearing utterly demonic.

An Miaoyi shook her head. The Northern Emperor was no longer the astonishing figure he once was; his state of mind had fallen, truly becoming utterly disheartened. Even if his cultivation level were higher, he could never prove the Dao now.

"Kill!" Wang Teng attacked, battling An Miaoyi. He wielded the golden sacred sword, cleaving downwards, while his ancient war chariot rumbled, crushing all obstacles. Mountains and ancient veins were reduced to dust. His battle intent soared to the clouds, and his demonic energy was boundless. An Miaoyi countered with Buddhist techniques, neutralizing his attacks, continuously clashing.

"An Miaoyi, you won't escape today," Wang Teng roared. "I will send your head to the Eastern Wasteland, to hear his sorrowful cries, to watch him consumed by rage, to see him despairing and powerless to change anything! You are not the last. Afterwards, I will hunt down everyone connected to him, slaughtering them one by one. Your skulls will become my treasured collection! Ye Fan, I want you to grieve! I look forward to seeing you heartbroken, hahahaha..." Wang Teng seemed to have gone mad, weeping and laughing simultaneously. His attacks were like a storm, with a myriad of sword qi constantly assaulting.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a golden fist shattered the void, appearing abruptly and blasting Wang Teng and his ancient war chariot flying. He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.

Ye Fan emerged from the void step by step, holding a black long spear. He radiated no powerful aura, yet Wang Teng's expression changed instantly.

"You... you were specifically waiting for me here!"

"Here, I will settle our karma!" Ye Fan pressed forward. Among his peers now, he could be said to be invincible, looking down upon all directions. Even the Heavenly Emperor's Son had been slain by him, let alone a mere Wang Teng. As Ye Tong had said, apart from characters of imperial lineage, his great enemies were in the starry sky. This ancient planet would soon have no peers capable of matching him.

"Miaoyi, leave this place. I will take his head and sever all ties to the past," Ye Fan said. An Miaoyi retreated, yielding the battlefield. She believed that even if several Wang Tengs came together, they would be no match for Ye Fan. With his Dao heart broken, what could possibly be left?

"Wang Teng, I will kill you cleanly within thirty moves. Unleash all your abilities!" Ye Fan declared. He felt invincible in his heart, and the aura he exuded reflected this.

"You're arrogant!" Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot like two scarlet cold pools. Having once been revered as the Northern Emperor, when had he ever been so belittled? His hatred for Ye Fan was like the boundless waves of the Eastern Sea. His first defeat, first bodily destruction, first taste of pain and humiliation – all stemmed from Ye Fan, leaving an indelible mark and an unquenchable great hatred.

"Ah..." Wang Teng went mad, cleaving with his golden battle sword. From the golden ancient war chariot, many illusory figures flew out: true dragons, immortal phoenixes, and others, all uniting to destroy the enemy.

"Om!" Facing these Dao marks, Ye Fan was simple and direct, with only one strike. He wielded the black long spear with one hand, swinging it forward, sweeping through a thousand armies.

"Pffft!" All the light projections, sword qi, immortal phoenix imprints, and more shattered. They simply could not withstand his powerful assault.

"Swoosh!" Ye Fan thrust his spear. The dark golden long spear shot skyward like a black dragon, tearing through the void and sundering the firmament. Even if the ancient war chariot's battle energy covered the sky, it could not block him.

"Ah..." Wang Teng cried out as the cold spear tip vibrated, forcing open the golden battle sword. A peerless spear light shot forth, piercing his chest, creating an arm-thick blood hole that was visible from front to back through his body.

"You have fear in your heart, you're afraid, and even more incompetent than I imagined," Ye Fan declared, pointing the black long spear at Wang Teng's glabella from afar. "I will take your life within ten moves!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! After a hundred defeats, I became a demonic embryo! Revive for me, and I shall be invincible under heaven!" Wang Teng roared madly, his expression contorted. Demonic patterns appeared on his face, and a terrifying black light shot up from his glabella, boundless in its horror. At this moment, he transformed into a demonic embryo. Black streaks of patterns appeared on his forehead bone, as if an ancient great demon king had been resurrected, making him many times more powerful!

"What inheritance did you truly obtain in the Ji family's ancestral hall back then?" Ye Fan asked. "I'm afraid it didn't belong to the Void Emperor, did it?"

"Hahaha... hahahaha! To think that I, Wang Teng, first obtained the inheritance of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor, and then the ancient imperial secret art of Undying Mountain! Blessed by heaven, with world-defying great fortune, I am destined to be invincible in this life! You cannot block my path!" He was truly mad, his eyes blood-red. He yelled and roared, fiercely launching an attack on Ye Fan.

"Chaotic Ancient inheritance, eternal banishment!" The void tore open; he intended to blast Ye Fan into boundless dimensional space, forever burying him in unknown time and space.

"This technique couldn't deal with me back then, so what use is it now!?" Ye Fan seemed to stand in eternity, his very being immortal, his invincible posture fully displayed, traversing the void, impossible to be banished.

"Pffft!" He thrust his spear forward; blood splattered. Wang Teng was a fraction too slow in dodging; one of his arms was turned into bloody pulp and sent flying. Now, Ye Fan possessed an invincible momentum. Against him, every strike was grand and powerful, every move suppressing him.

"I refuse to accept this! I was born with the great fortune of heaven and earth, how dare you fight me?" he screamed. "I possess the Nine Secrets, and two ancient imperial scriptures; I will surely kill you!" He was mad, the demonic patterns on his forehead growing heavier as he attacked.

Ye Fan's heart jolted. He finally understood why Wang Teng had become so utterly disheartened, or more precisely, why he could be resurrected. This was no longer entirely him; something was parasitic within his body. The so-called demonic embryo was definitely not Wang Teng. The Northern Emperor had become demonized; he could no longer control himself. This must be another wisp of aura occupying his body.

A chill rose in Ye Fan's heart. He absolutely could not let this person go; he had to kill him completely. He roared, "Demonic Embryo, beheaded!"

The two fought fiercely. Ye Fan unleashed his invincible battle intent, and after the seventh exchange, a single punch sent the golden ancient war chariot flying. The sharp spearhead swept past, and Wang Teng's blood-stained head flew off diagonally.

"Pffft!" Ye Fan pursued, thrusting his spear through the head, pinning it onto the dark golden spear tip, as streaks of blood dripped down.

"Tell me all your secrets!"

"Haha... I am Wang Teng, no, I am the imprint left by the invincible imperial expert of Undying Mountain! You cannot kill me, hahahaha..."