Chapter 116: Devastating Power

"You dare to come alone to kill me? What audacity!" Han Yishui's forehead veins throbbed. The opponent had killed all ten of his disciples and now dared to return to kill him. This level of decisiveness and composure was rarely seen, causing a surge of emotion in his heart.

"You sent your ten disciples to eliminate me quickly, with blades aimed at my life. Naturally, I wouldn't tolerate it. I've specifically come to kill you!" Ye Fan was enveloped in golden light, his entire being radiating splendor, like a golden god of war clad in armor, his aura imposing. "Do you truly believe you can kill me and leave the Spirit Void Cave Heaven alive?" Han Yishui's expression was grim. "Killing you isn't difficult. Once it's done, I'll simply leave, without causing any further ripples," Ye Fan replied calmly.

Han Yishui was consumed by both shock and rage. This was not merely a display of confidence; it was a blatant contempt for him. He said in a cold voice, "To be so formidable at such a young age… if you were allowed to grow up, who in this land could possibly subdue you? Today, I shall carry out an act of absolute destruction and nip you in the bud."

Ye Fan chuckled softly. "You want to nip me in the bud? Don't dream about it. I know your plan; you're just trying to buy time, aren't you? Unfortunately, you won't get the chance. Today, you are destined to die."

Han Yishui's face suddenly changed. The opponent's decisiveness and composure in returning alone to kill him sent a chill down his spine. He immediately retreated without fighting, rushing away, attempting to flee. "Han Yishui, you truly disappoint me…" Ye Fan transformed into a golden streak, arriving before him and blocking his path.

Han Yishui had never imagined that this youth, who appeared to be only around fourteen with a hint of immaturity on his face, could be so terrifying, his speed far surpassing his own. "The Grand Elders and others will arrive soon. You have no chance," Han Yishui said, his face revealing a murderous intent, hoping to psychologically pressure Ye Fan to gain an strategic advantage.

Ye Fan displayed the bright smile typical of a youth. "Han Yishui, first you tried to stall for time, and then you transmitted a loud message. Did you truly believe I wouldn't notice?" "And what if you did notice?"

"Since I dared to come here to kill you, how could I be so careless? After entering the valley, I inscribed many 'Dao patterns.' From the outside, this place appears serene, with no anomalies. You've wasted your efforts."

"At your young age, how could you possibly understand the arrangement of 'Dao patterns'? I don't believe it," Han Yishui said, his expression fluctuating between anger and doubt.

"Speaking of which, I should thank your ruthless younger brother. Not only did he give me all the spiritual herbs he spent half his life diligently collecting, but he also left me two ancient beast-skin scrolls. One of them is an exposition on 'Dao patterns.' Although I can't fully comprehend it, I can certainly imitate it."

"My brother disappeared over three years ago… was he killed by you?" Han Yishui's eyebrows instantly shot up, and two terrifying beams of light shot from his eyes.

"He tried to refine me into medicine, but unfortunately, he ended up getting himself killed. Today, you two brothers can be reunited." "Little brat, do you think that's enough to provoke me? You won't gain an advantage."

Ye Fan's smile vanished. "Now, I'll send you on your way." He launched a punch, and the void trembled as all the surrounding spiritual energy was drawn into it. The golden fist was like a mountain, exuding immense pressure. *Whoosh*.

Elder Han first conjured a silver ruler. It rapidly expanded, seeming to measure heaven and earth, shimmering with a pure white light. Like a silver dragon, it charged towards Ye Fan, striking at his head. *Clang*.

Ye Fan's golden fist slammed heavily onto the silver ruler, emitting a sharp *crack*. Silver light scattered, and the shimmering ruler instantly dulled before shattering in the air with a *bang*.

Han Yishui's pupils constricted sharply. He simply couldn't believe his eyes. The opponent had shattered a powerful treasure with his bare fist. Was that truly just a fist? It was comparable to a divine weapon.

Ye Fan charged like a hurricane, golden flames surging like a tide. His golden fist grew larger and larger, striking down with immense, tyrannical power, causing the very void to tremble.

Han Yishui's expression changed drastically. He had never imagined that a cultivator of this level would engage in close-quarters combat, directly clashing with a spiritual treasure using only their body, especially a youth like this. It profoundly shocked him. *Clang*.

In front of him, a flash of green light appeared, and a jade-green shield materialized. It expanded against the wind, rapidly growing to four or five meters in height, gleaming with a metallic luster. It appeared incredibly heavy, completely shielding him.

*Boom*.

Although the jade-green shield was a treasure, it still couldn't stop Ye Fan. The golden fist seemed imbued with a demonic power, possessing unparalleled strength. With a single punch, the four-to-five-meter-tall heavy shield instantly shattered into pieces.

The powerful impact was unstoppable. Golden energy surged like a raging river, and Han Yishui was immediately sent flying backward, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was utterly shocked; this was merely the force of the punch's wind. If he had been directly struck, he couldn't imagine the consequences.

Han Yishui retreated swiftly, light glowing within his body. As an artifact craftsman, he never lacked weapons. Nine pitch-black bone spears shot out, churning with dark mist, appearing sinisterly black like the nine sharp claws of a devil, and instantly charged forward.

Ye Fan stood his ground, swinging his golden fists. His immense combat power twisted space as he continuously clashed with the nine black bone spears, producing a series of *clanging* sounds.

A terrifying event unfolded. The boundless black mist was forcibly dispersed by the golden fists, revealing a clear sky. The nine bone spears shattered inch by inch, turning into dust that scattered with the wind, drifting down, completely annihilated.

"This…" Han Yishui was dumbfounded, utterly speechless. This was no ordinary cultivator. Such a formidable physical body was truly unique in Yan Land; it was a spiritual treasure in itself, surpassing any weapon. "Bring out any other treasures you have. Let me see the limits of my physical body."

"You…" Han Yishui was furious and astonished. The opponent clearly didn't take him seriously, treating him as a mere whetstone. With a flash of purple light, a large net appeared in his hand. It swiftly descended, and within its mesh, purple Bagua diagrams shimmered faintly.

This made Ye Fan frown. He sensed powerful divine energy fluctuations and dared not be careless. Within him, a tsunami of divine power surged. *Boom*.

Ye Fan swung his fists, golden divine fire burning around his body. His divine power was like a vast ocean, far stronger than before. His golden fists were indestructible, and the purple net instantly shattered, turning into a mist of light that vanished into the sky.

Han Yishui's face was pale. This was an immense shock to him. He simply couldn't fathom why a person's physical body could be so incredibly powerful, completely defying common sense.

"Little brat, you truly exceed my expectations…" At that moment, a gleaming silver gourd appeared in Han Yishui's hand, radiating waves of precious light. He removed its stopper and declared, "Perhaps it's time for this to end!"

The silver gourd flew up, rapidly expanding to the size of a small mountain. Its mouth pointed downwards, emitting a misty aura, and its entire body glowed, resembling a silver mountain suspended in the sky. Ye Fan felt a powerful force tearing at him, immediately lifting his feet off the ground and pulling him towards the silver gourd. It was like an abyss, draining all the surrounding spiritual energy and beginning to devour tangible objects. "This is the weapon I, Han, have refined for most of my life! I don't believe your physical body can withstand it. I'll draw you in and turn you into pus and blood, avenging my disciples!"

"Then try it!" Ye Fan suddenly accelerated, his body like a long rainbow, instantly charging to the mouth of the gourd. His punch intent was overwhelming, and his golden fist, radiating brilliant light, swept through everything like a destructive force. With a *crack-crack-crack*, he utterly shattered the gourd's opening.

*Boom*.

Ye Fan's body shimmered like meticulously forged divine iron, indestructible. His golden fist erupted with monstrous divine flames, directly blasting the silver gourd apart. "You… this is impossible!" Han Yishui's face was ashen, completely drained of color. He couldn't accept the reality before his eyes. "I have no time to waste on you, Han Yishui. I'll force you on your way!" "I am an elder of the Spirit Void Cave Heaven! If you kill me, you will face endless pursuit and ultimately, you won't escape death."

Ye Fan chuckled, mimicking his tone. "I am but a mortal. You sent your ten disciples to kill me, so naturally, you must face a reverse killing. You won't escape death." "You…" Han Yishui's expression changed. He knew his fate was sealed. This youth was too decisive; daring to come alone to kill him, he would certainly not stop now.

"Since you harbored the intent to kill me, how could I leave such a major threat alive? Be a good person in your next life." Ye Fan charged past him. In a panic, Han Yishui conjured seven or eight treasures, but they were no match for Ye Fan's onslaught. The golden fist continuously grew larger in his vision.

*Bang*.

Han Yishui's body was torn apart, blood splattering as his remains fell from the sky. His life had ended.

Ye Fan landed on the ground, his formidable aura gradually fading. His body, which had shimmered with precious light, slowly returned to normal, no longer radiating brilliance. He searched the valley thoroughly but found nothing of value.

A moment later, he walked out of the valley, his face displaying an innocent expression, a smile playing on his lips, and a composed demeanor as he headed towards the mountain gate.

Shortly after leaving the Spirit Void Cave Heaven, Ye Fan felt a terrifying wave of energy surging from behind him. This was undoubtedly a cultivator beyond the Divine Bridge Realm.

He was not arrogant enough to confront a Grand Elder at the Other Shore Realm or beyond. The power gap between different major realms was immense and insurmountable. He departed without looking back.

Ye Fan possessed a unique golden sea of bitterness. At this moment, a colossal internal tsunami surged within him, interwoven with lightning. He was completely enveloped by a golden ocean and bolts of electricity, dazzling brightly, and vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Half a month later, Ye Fan appeared in Wei State, five countries away from Yan Land, a distance of a hundred and seven thousand *li*. No one had pursued him.

Wei State stretched five thousand *li* from north to south and six thousand *li* from east to west. Its territory was significantly larger than Yan Land, but in the context of the entire Eastern Barrens, it was still a mere drop in the ocean.

When he asked about the location of the Jade Lake Holy Land and received the answer, Ye Fan's head reeled. The distance was far beyond his imagination; mortals could not reach that region even after several lifetimes, and cultivators flying on rainbows would still need several years.

He let out a helpless groan, rubbing his temples as he muttered, "Is this a planet? That's impossible! How can there be such a vast territory? It completely defies common sense."

If he were to travel by rainbow, he wouldn't be able to cultivate. Wasting several years like that would be an extravagant loss, and Ye Fan felt he couldn't afford to squander time in such a way.

He inquired in various directions and learned of another feasible method: inscribing the most profound 'Dao patterns,' gathering the power of heaven, seizing the creation of heaven and earth, and opening a "domain gate" to traverse the void. Many major sects were capable of this.

However, to traverse more than half of the Eastern Barrens in one go, only two factions in this region possessed such extraordinary means. One was the Ji Family, twenty thousand *li* to the west, and the other was the Shaking Light Holy Land, thirty thousand *li* to the east. Both had long histories and profound foundations, making them fully capable of it.

Opening a domain gate and traversing the void consumed more energy the greater the distance. These two factions would not make an exception for a small cultivator like him, who was only at the Divine Bridge Realm, which gave him a headache.

The only fortunate thing was that he still had some time to spare and was not in a hurry to obtain the cultivation method for the 'Dao Palace' secret realm. Ye Fan planned to stay in Wei State for a while and figure out a way to traverse the void.

Xiaodu was an extremely bustling city, with constant traffic, people coming and going, jostling shoulder to shoulder in an endless stream. Ye Fan settled in the city. Although immersed in the mundane world, he diligently practiced cultivation every day and occasionally ventured into the deep mountains outside the city. Each day during his cultivation, Ye Fan contemplated how to become stronger.

His bones were as white as jade, as hard as divine iron. His internal organs were flawless and pure, without a trace of impurity, like divine artifacts. His body was crystalline and translucent, radiating brilliance and incredibly resilient. This was a significant advantage.

Ye Fan had been pondering how to further expand this advantage. The battle at the Spirit Void Cave Heaven made him realize that the pure strength of his physical body offered a primal and wild combat power. He believed that if he could combine it with divine abilities and weapons, his strength would undoubtedly increase further.

"I've consumed sacred medicine and undergone two transformations, making my body incredibly robust. I can continue to temper it…" He thought of the various martial arts from his homeland, some of which he had practiced. He wanted to use them to refine his physical body, but he always felt that mere combat techniques could not contend with cultivators.

The bustling urban life of Xiaodu and the tranquil silence of the deep mountains formed a strong contrast. After a month, he still hadn't found a way to traverse the void, but he gained a new insight: he thought of Tai Chi. "Tai Chi generates Yang through movement; extreme movement leads to stillness, and stillness generates Yin; extreme stillness returns to movement. Movement and stillness are mutually fundamental; Yin and Yang separate and interact, giving rise to all things…" "Yes, I will cultivate Tai Chi!" He didn't intend to practice Tai Chi boxing, but rather, based on ancient records and the ancients' understanding of Tai Chi, he wanted to cultivate a Tai Chi body technique to temper his physical form. "Tai Chi is fundamentally an evolution of the Dao. If I cultivate such a body technique, it will no longer be mere combat, but something comparable to various profound cultivation methods."

Although he had read many ancient texts on Tai Chi and understood their profound meaning, concretizing them into a single body technique would undoubtedly be an extremely long and arduous process. "If successful, it might not be inferior to various mysterious ancient scriptures in the future, as this is, after all, the crystallization of ancient Chinese wisdom."

Ye Fan had no intention of abandoning the cultivation methods of this world. On the contrary, he would cultivate them even more diligently, as this was a complete and mature cultivation system. Tempering his physical body was merely to enhance his combat power, a process that required gradual exploration and was destined to be extremely long.