Chapter 121: East Wilderness Divine Body

Ye Fan emphasized the consequences for Yan Ruyu: she would be hung high on the cliff of Peach Blossom Valley. He naturally wouldn't be so narcissistic as to think such a bright and ethereal woman would fall for him after only a few meetings. Ultimately, everything was due to the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart.

As the group departed, Ye Fan descended to the ground. In the peach garden, ancient peach trees, thousands of years old, stretched out like coiled dragons. Peach blossoms bloomed, and a gentle breeze scattered petals through the air like a delicate pink mist.

Ye Fan began to ponder his next move. With the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart nourished within his Life Spring, the demon race would never let him leave. Should he join them? However, demonic cultivation techniques were unsuitable for humans, and he couldn't obtain powerful cultivation methods here. He needed to find another way.

This was a group of demons beyond the Reaching Shore realm, likely a formidable power within the demon race. Escaping seemed almost impossible.

"I'll take it one step at a time," Ye Fan thought. He wasn't worried; his life was not currently in danger. He sat cross-legged in the peach blossom forest, letting the petals dance around him, and began to meditate and cultivate.

With the Demon Emperor's heart immersed in his Life Spring, how could he not make good use of it? He wanted to temper his flesh and blood using the sacred blood, undergoing another metamorphosis. His Golden Sea of Bitterness, about the size of a fist, hovered in the void like a blazing sun, radiating a pure and sacred light.

The Life Spring surged, misty and resplendent. The heart, like red agate, was bathed in the divine spring. It remained still and silent, a dazzling crimson, so crystalline it was captivating.

Ye Fan rotated his "Cauldron" around the red heart, then pressed it against the surface, vibrating the small cauldron, hoping to extract the sacred blood from within. However, despite Ye Fan's efforts, the Demon Emperor's heart remained as still and unshakeable as a rock. He couldn't draw out any of the vital blood.

Finally, Ye Fan resorted to provocation, directly ramming the Sacred Heart with his small cauldron. Clanging sounds echoed, and the Life Spring glowed brightly as the cauldron shone brilliantly, emanating mysterious Daoist energies.

Yet, the Demon Emperor's heart remained utterly still, like an ancient well, completely unresponsive to his provocations. It hung there like the eternal sun and moon, without the slightest ripple.

"The green copper block is too mysterious," Ye Fan muttered. "It has completely restrained the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart. No matter how many spells I cast, there's no reaction; I can't even extract a single drop of vital blood." This frustrated Ye Fan. He felt unwilling to give up, guarding a treasure mountain yet unable to gain any benefit.

Unwilling to give up, Ye Fan engraved words onto the cauldron. As the nine ancient characters began to glow, they coalesced with a strange divine power, arranged in specific positions. This was a method described in the Dao Scripture, using an "artifact" to suppress oneself and achieve "eternity."

However, this time Ye Fan wasn't trying to suppress himself. He intended to use this secret method to seal and stimulate the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart, forcing it to fluctuate.

Ye Fan didn't recognize the nine ancient characters, treating them purely as "Dao patterns." Following the instructions in the Dao Scripture without any error, he successfully inscribed them inside the cauldron.

The cauldron, hovering above the Sea of Bitterness, immediately became hazy. It exhaled and manifested from nothingness, with chaotic mists swirling, intertwining "Dao" and "principle," creating an ethereal and profound sensation.

With Yin and Yang balanced, primordial essence emerging, and the forces of life and death blending, the cauldron became unfathomably mysterious. It merged energies to create life, shedding stillness to manifest vitality, then gradually expanded and pressed down towards the heart.

The Demon Emperor, who once awed the Eastern Wasteland and dominated the world, though unable to achieve immortality, was still a supreme powerhouse between heaven and earth. His heart, therefore, was naturally extraordinary.

As the cauldron pressed down, the nine ancient characters, like innate Dao patterns, wove together a profound and unpredictable power, causing the still Sacred Heart to tremble slightly. "Seal!" Ye Fan roared in his mind. With the green copper block present, he was all in; he swore he wouldn't stop until he obtained the Demon Emperor's sacred blood.

The cauldron, with its three legs stabilizing heaven and earth, two handles deriving Yin and Yang, and a round outline encompassing chaos, resembled the origin of the cosmos and the mother of all creation, embracing everything. It instantly enveloped the crystalline heart. "Boom!"

At that very moment, the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart finally ceased its stillness. It erupted with blood-red light, crimson radiance streaming in all directions like a fiery cloud. Repeatedly provoked, it was no longer calm, emitting powerful fluctuations. The essence of its blood flowed, and it shone like a red sun in the sky.

The Golden Sea of Bitterness churned with countless waves, its vast expanse surging towards the heavens. The Life Spring erupted completely, and the Wheel Sea was no longer tranquil. A heart-pounding aura permeated the air.

The heart's vitality was overwhelmingly potent; every wisp of its blood energy possessed unfathomable power. The surging blood essence obliterated the nine ancient characters on the cauldron.

It wasn't that the nine ancient characters weren't powerful enough, but rather that Ye Fan's cultivation was still shallow, preventing him from fully controlling them. The Demon Emperor's heart instantly broke free.

Ye Fan was both startled and exhilarated. He activated the cauldron, collecting the scattered blood essence. The cauldron, like the mother of all things, embraced everything, instantly absorbing the thin, cloud-like mist of crimson.

At the same time, the green copper block, sensing the immense fluctuations in the Wheel Sea, merely vibrated gently. The heart instantly concealed its vast vitality and fell silent. The Golden Sea of Bitterness and the resplendent Life Spring immediately returned to tranquility.

Ye Fan felt a surge of excitement. Inside the small cauldron, a single drop of vital blood glowed brightly, enveloped in a hazy crimson aura. After collecting the diffused blood light, he had obtained a drop of sacred blood.

The cauldron quickly inverted, and the drop of vital blood fell out, then transformed into an endless mist of blood, rushing to every part of his body.

In the peach blossom forest, beneath the ancient peach trees, Ye Fan remained still. His body was entirely crimson, and his blood vessels dilated as blood flowed like a mighty river, producing a rumbling sound. His bones, pristine white, cracked as if being forged, astonishing anyone who heard. His internal organs gently vibrated, creating a strange melody.

A single drop of the Demon Emperor's sacred blood flowed throughout his body, baptizing his blood and tempering his flesh. This was a very slow process. Ye Fan's skin became even more crystalline, and his physique grew incredibly robust.

It lasted a full day and night before he opened his eyes, which shone like stars. He sensed the formidable power of his physical body; it was tougher than ever before. The moment he clenched his fist, brilliant golden light erupted, and he felt as though he could punch through heaven and earth!

"If I could absorb more sacred blood, I could definitely undergo a third metamorphosis," he mused. He had already consumed two types of sacred medicines, experiencing two metamorphoses. If he could transform once more, the strength of his physical body would be unimaginable.

Sweet laughter drifted from not far away. Qin Yao, with a perfumed fan, approached, her sheer skirt trailing on the ground. Her lotus-root-like arms, whiter than frost and snow, gleamed alluringly. Her daring attire revealed glimpses of her skin as she swayed gracefully.

"You're truly greedy," Qin Yao said, glancing at him. Her voice was magnetic and melodious, a small red mole between her brows adding a unique charm. "Now you know the benefits of the Demon Emperor's heart, but back then you thought I wanted to harm you. How do you plan to thank me?" Ye Fan stood up, a bright smile on his face. "I'm so poor all I have left is myself. How do you want me to thank you?"

Qin Yao's black hair cascaded like a waterfall. Her figure was slender, curvaceous, and graceful—a truly devilish figure. She moved lightly closer, her face captivating and possessing an unparalleled allure. "Then offer yourself to me," she said, placing a hand on Ye Fan's shoulder and licking her rosy lips, appearing very sensual, her voice so soft it made one tingle. "I'd be delighted," Ye Fan replied. Coming from the other side of the starry sky, his ideas weren't those of a "pedant," so such teasing didn't faze him at all. With a casual gesture, he took the jade hand from his shoulder and, without a blush or a racing heart, recited: "Hands like soft shoots, skin like congealed cream, neck like a grub's, teeth like gourd seeds..."

Qin Yao immediately let out a sweet, coquettish laugh, giving him a charming glare. She pulled her hand back, then playfully pinched one of his cheeks, teasing, "What do you know at such a young age?"

As a modern man, Ye Fan was naturally unfazed by such antics. He reached out and stroked Qin Yao's beautiful hair, then traced his finger across her jade-like cheek, saying, "Please mind your words. You're speaking to a man, not a child."

Qin Yao, tall with a slender waist, prominent breasts, and long, graceful legs, laughed heartily, her body shaking. "You'll only have the right to say such things in two more years!" she said. Then she licked her rosy lips and whispered a light breath into his ear. "A true man doesn't need words to prove himself." "How can I not see it?" Qin Yao's red mole between her brows shimmered, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at him provocatively, her face brimming with a smile.

Ye Fan knew she was likely teasing him deliberately. He smiled, gently extended his right arm, and wrapped it around her lithe, slender waist. "How about we go discuss life, and what it means to be a man?" he suggested.

Qin Yao was a little flustered, not expecting such boldness. She gave a gentle laugh, then lightly tapped his forehead with a finger, retreating gracefully like a dancing butterfly. Ye Fan's body was powerful, his arm like a divine clamp; he didn't let go. Like a pair of butterflies, they moved together. Her refreshing fragrance made him feel as if he were embracing warm jade or holding a delicate flower.

"Alright, let go!" Qin Yao stopped, still enchanting and alluring, her eyes like water, incredibly captivating. The red mole between her brows emitted a crystalline glimmer, causing a tingling sensation in Ye Fan's body, and he immediately released his right arm. "Fairy Qin, we haven't discussed life yet," Ye Fan said with a carefree air, implying that her teasing methods were ineffective against him. "Such a glib tongue!" Qin Yao gathered her hair. "I came here to inform you that we are preparing to withdraw from Wei State at any moment. You should be mentally prepared."

"Why?" Ye Fan asked, confused. "The Ji family, descendants from the Desolate Ancient era, have made unusual moves. We suspect they might be targeting us."

The Xuanyuan Sect, seemingly a human sect, had actually been under Yan Ruyu's control for a long time, serving as a stronghold she established. Now, she had decided to evacuate.

"Why would they make a move?" Ye Fan asked. "The Ji family has produced an astonishingly talented individual, a rare divine physique rarely seen in the Eastern Wasteland. Now that his cultivation has just begun, the Ji family elders have arranged for him to 'test his blade' on us."

"Is a divine physique that terrifying? He's only just begun cultivating. We might as well just eliminate him here."

Qin Yao shook her head at his words. "The Ji family will definitely send many powerful experts to guard him. They wouldn't allow any accidents. If he were to perish prematurely, they would turn the entire Eastern Wasteland upside down, and none of us would escape."

Yan Ruyu was decisive. That very day, she ordered a full retreat from Wei State, intending to seek refuge with a powerful demon expert. However, the Ji family arrived so quickly that their path was blocked before they could even leave Wei State.

This was a desolate ridge in western Wei State, with endless mountains and sparse vegetation, mostly scorched earth. Legend had it that a cataclysmic battle once took place here, rendering it barren. Towering mountains pierced the sky, yet they were devoid of any greenery, bare and utterly desolate. Scattered rocks, charred earth, broken peaks... all spoke of the ancient battlefield's bleakness and solitude. On all sides, strong cultivators stood on the desolate peaks, Ji family experts in vast numbers, sealing off every direction.

Directly ahead, on a fractured mountain, a man in purple robes stood, his attire fluttering, as if a celestial being had descended. He appeared to be around twenty years old, his eyes as brilliant as stars. With his hands clasped behind his back, he single-handedly blocked their path.

He seemed to merge with the mountains and integrate with heaven and earth, giving off a sense of natural Dao and unity between man and nature, making it impossible to gauge his depth.

"Why do you block our path?" a middle-aged demoness stepped forward and asked in a low voice. "My divine physique has just matured," the purple-robed man replied calmly and gently. "Hearing that the Demon Emperor's descendant is here, I've come to issue a challenge." This purple-robed man exuded an indescribable nobility, yet seemed to blend with the natural world.

"Our Highness is unwell and cannot engage in combat. Please postpone the challenge to another day," the middle-aged demoness transmitted.

The purple-robed man's words were soft, like a spring breeze caressing one's face. "If that's the case, I won't force it," he said. "Please leave behind the Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon. Now that my divine physique has matured, there are few divine weapons in the world that I favor; I lack a suitable weapon."

The middle-aged demoness's expression remained unchanged. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. We have no so-called sacred weapon."

Behind the purple-robed man appeared two beautiful and elegant maidservants. They stood respectfully behind him. One of them gently parted her red lips, her voice clear and melodious, saying, "Three years ago, the Demon Emperor's tomb appeared, shaking the Eastern Wasteland. Many psychic weapons shot forth from the Yang tomb. Unfortunately, the Dao Scripture did not appear, and the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart also vanished without a trace after bursting forth. However, the Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon broke through the obstruction of five great figures and was skillfully seized by your Highness using a treasure basin. How could it not be in your possession?"

"Even if the Great Emperor's sacred weapon fell into our Highness's hands, it would be perfectly natural. By what right does your Ji family demand it?" the middle-aged demoness retorted, her expression turning stern.

Although the purple-robed man appeared to be only about twenty, he was remarkably composed. Every gesture he made seemed to flow with "Dao" and "laws." He spoke slowly, "The Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon, I will obtain it."

Beside him, another graceful young woman spoke, her voice like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate. "Our young master's divine physique has just matured; only the Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon can match him." "What arrogance," the middle-aged demoness scoffed. "I wonder if this 'divine physique' lives up to its reputation..."

The purple-robed man, his black hair gently swaying, maintained a calm demeanor. His deep eyes were tranquil as he spoke, "In that case, you may try to break through."

"Let me, an old woman, test just how terrifying this 'divine physique' truly is!" The middle-aged demoness stepped forward, spitting out a silver-gleaming light, shaped like a willow leaf, which shot towards the purple-robed man.

The purple-robed man remained completely unmoving, utterly composed. His robes billowed as he stood with his hands clasped behind his back. But at that moment, everyone was greatly astonished!

Night suddenly descended, blanketing the area in a faint haze. Behind him, an extremely strange vision appeared: a vast blue sea surged, and a brilliant, full moon slowly rose, casting down sacred silver light. "The Moon Rising Over the Sea!" Everyone was shocked. "This is an ancient mighty figure's Sea of Wheels phenomenon! He actually cultivated it; truly worthy of being a divine physique!"

The brilliant moon instantly immobilized the middle-aged demoness's willow-leaf divine weapon, turning it into dust. Then, the sacred moon rotated, and the demon expert, without even a groan, dissolved into a mist of blood, her body and spirit utterly destroyed.

Under the night sky, the blue sea shimmered with reflections. A brilliant moon hung overhead, and the purple-robed man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, never moving. He exuded an ineffable tranquility and etherealness, his figure blending with the scenery, like a painting or a poem.