Chapter 1251: Emperor's Path a Heap of Bones

Shroud of the Heavens, Chapter 1252: A Pile of Bones on the Imperial Path

Lord Junwei, wearing a purple-gold crown and a Qilin battle robe, was shrouded in ethereal mist. His eyes, as they opened and closed, shot out two sharp beams of light. Those two points of light rapidly expanded, transforming into a raging flood. Purple clouds boiled, engulfing Ye Fan as if an entire galaxy had descended upon him.

The great battle began, erupting in an instant!

This was a strange ocular technique. Lord Junwei's gaze was exceptionally unique and terrifying, emanating an aura capable of slaying sages and saints. “Heaven and earth age, seas dry and rocks crumble, one glance, ten thousand years!” Demonic words echoed as Lord Junwei's hair flew wildly. His pupils became the source of purple light, and his entire body, tall and majestic, stood firmly in the sky.

A continuous rumble filled the air. Ye Fan felt as if he was being assailed by the power of time. A terrifying aura permeated, constantly trying to sever his lifespan, as if stripping him of thousands of years of life energy in a single breath.

“The power of time? How is this possible!” The Dragon Horse was shocked. Time was a strange substance; because of its existence, no one could achieve immortality, and few could touch this domain. Yet, Lord Junwei had utilized such forbidden power, astonishing everyone. Who could resist time? Even a Great Saint would eventually perish within the river of time.

Ye Fan's heart pounded. The ethereal purple mist, combined with the boiling light, all targeted his body, making him feel as though he would age ten thousand years. His Golden Saint Domain unfurled. He unleashed his true form, manifesting a golden Taiji circle, his body transforming into a dragon-shaped curve. The powers of Yin and Yang flowed, creating two points of balance.

With a dragon's roar, Ye Fan, accompanied by the golden circle, shot forth. This was his divine form, becoming an immortal celestial light that collided with Lord Junwei. A series of roars and dozens, even hundreds, of clashes ensued. Both moved extremely fast, exchanging hundreds of blows in an instant, scattering the purple light.

Ye Fan retreated, the sensation of his lifespan being stripped away by time vanishing. Everything returned to normal, and he revealed a hint of cold amusement. This was not the power of time, but a peculiar divine energy that could erode the life wheel, silently causing one to perish unknowingly. However, it had little effect on him. The Sacred Body's vital blood was abundant, repelling the energy immediately, blocking it, and resolving the crisis. He had to admit that everyone who embarked on the Ancient Starry Sky Road possessed unique abilities. At the very least, many of their secret techniques were unheard of and extremely rare.

In the clashes of powerhouses, the mightiest emerged from across the universe, having undergone countless trials and battles. This was likely a crucial element in achieving the status of an Emperor.

“This is truly frustrating today. Can I only watch?” The Dragon Horse was dissatisfied but did not act rashly, standing afar to observe the battle.

Lord Junwei, like a towering mountain, stood in the sky, gazing at Ye Fan for a long time before letting out a breath and then launching an even more terrifying attack. Various divine lights soared, all masterful techniques, any one of which, if unleashed, could shock immortals and bring gods to tears. If not for the ancient formations sealing the trial ground, it would have surely collapsed. All colossal mountains within a thousand li radius were uprooted like straws, hurled towards the deeper parts of the vast mountain range, while some directly exploded in the sky. Every move Lord Junwei made aligned with heaven and earth, wielding the power of the Great Dao. Purple light swirled around his body, resembling a flying dragon.

“Six Divine Slashes!”

Suddenly, six divine blades appeared before Lord Junwei. Each blade was ten thousand zhang long, spanning like a mountain range or clustering like a galaxy, dazzling and resplendent. Simultaneously, an ancient killing aura, vast and overwhelming, emanated from these six divine blades, as if six deities had been resurrected.

“Kill!”

With a soft cry from Lord Junwei, the six divine blades, carrying the power to cleave the sun, moon, and stars, successively slashed towards Ye Fan, tearing apart the heavens and earth.

“Roar…”

Ye Fan let out a long roar, his golden vital blood sweeping across thousands of li, surging skyward like a tsunami. He moved through heaven and earth like a demonic god. This was a world-shattering battle. Divine blades flashed, and fierce winds rent the sky. Ye Fan and Lord Junwei became two streaks of lightning, intertwining and fighting fiercely.

Ten moves, fifty moves… a hundred moves! There weren't many who could fight Ye Fan for over a hundred moves, yet Lord Junwei was now fiercely battling him, truly a rare powerhouse.

Ye Fan kicked away the blade's glow, angrily soaring one hundred thousand zhang high. The Om-character heavenly sound roared like thunder, akin to the terrifying waves from a disintegrating starfield. All divine blades were destroyed, mountains and rivers turned to ash, and the battlefield was left barren.

Lord Junwei's disheveled hair flew wildly, and the light from his eyes was bone-chillingly cold. He relentlessly launched heavy attacks, fiercely battling Ye Fan, his entire body's vital blood boiling. A blood pillar, like a true dragon, shot out from his crown, a terrifying sight! Ye Fan was fearless, enacting the Sacred Fighting Technique, fighting strength with strength, and violence with violence. This was a wild battle, the two fighting until galaxies paled and the sun and moon lost their light.

Crack! The purple-gold crown on Lord Junwei's head shattered, leaving him disheveled, like a god or demon. No less formidable than Ye Fan, he fought until mountains crumbled and seas roared, shaking the trial ground with his shouts. The fierce clash between the two made the hearts of the four observers in the distance turn cold.

“The Dao, the source of all things, the beginning of the universe. From ancient times to the present, in all directions, everything resides within the Dao.”

Lord Junwei roared, and after retreating a sufficient distance, he sat cross-legged in the void. His entire being emanated wafts of purple energy, his appearance solemn and majestic. Suddenly, a small purple figure shot out from his glabella. Clad in battle armor, it was awe-inspiring and identical to him, holding a purple-gold battle-halberd in its hand, appearing valiant and intimidating.

A Nascent Soul Weapon!

Ye Fan was startled. The purple-crystal battle armor and the battle-halberd were both forged for Nascent Souls, possessing special divine abilities specifically designed to slay Nascent Souls.

“Whoosh!”

The small purple figure charged forward, its eyes flashing with piercing cold electricity as they opened and closed, incredibly daunting. The purple-gold battle-halberd in its hand emitted fluctuations that threatened to shatter others' Nascent Souls. Its speed surpassed all limits. Ye Fan showed a hint of surprise. The divine ability Lord Junwei cultivated was somewhat similar to his own, instantly assaulting a person's Nascent Soul, disregarding physical distance.

At that instant, a divine light flashed before Ye Fan's glabella, and a small golden figure shot out. Above its head hovered the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, and in its hand, it held a God-Striking Whip.

“Clang,” “Zheng”...

The two fist-sized figures, one golden and one purple, were more intense and swift than lightning. They collided repeatedly, emitting dazzling light and terrifying fluctuations. Some fierce birds and beasts a thousand li away could not withstand the pressure; their Nascent Souls directly shattered. This was a strange ripple with astonishing destructive power. Behind them, the four powerhouses with Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light all turned pale. They activated their formation diagrams, transforming into Primordial Magnetic bodies, barely managing to block the terrifying divine waves.

During the fierce battle, the battle-halberd in the purple figure's hand broke, shattered into three pieces by Ye Fan using the Sacred Fighting Technique. Simultaneously, the God-Striking Whip in his hand smashed a piece of its battle armor. A torrential purple light boiled as Lord Junwei's Nascent Soul fled. The golden figure pursued closely, intending to utterly destroy him. A powerful sacred artifact blocked its path, buying time for the purple figure to return to its main body and retreat to a safe distance. Ye Fan's Nascent Soul was obstructed. He stopped pursuing, instantly returned to his physical body, his vital blood surging. He reigned supreme over the thirty-seventh region.

“Chaos!”

Lord Junwei's expression was grim. He uttered only these two words, and immediately, misty fog flowed around him, and chaos surged forth. He commanded a portion of the laws of chaos, which was terrifying. This involved the power of creation, mobilizing the might of an entire world for his own use to suppress Ye Fan.

“Break!”

Ye Fan's entire body glowed brilliantly. Within his blood flowed ancient stars, and his bone marrow contained streams of galaxies. He seemed to have transformed into a deity, every inch of his flesh and blood a treasure, now wide open. Lord Junwei attacked with the power of creation, while Ye Fan opened the various portals of his body, drawing the creative power into the treasure doors within. The two forces fused completely, forming a terrifying balance!

Lord Junwei unleashed his power to the fullest, attacking with terrifying laws and divine abilities, intending to destroy Ye Fan. Yet, it was as if he was pouring into a bottomless pit; it could never be filled.

“Ah…” Lord Junwei coughed up blood, unable to withstand such depletion.

Ye Fan said coldly, “You can open up a small piece of heaven and earth; I can naturally refine a small universe. I will use your divine ability to forge my indestructible body!”

“Boom!”

Lord Junwei was sent flying, covered in blood. After eight hundred rounds of battle, he finally lost, suffering severe injuries.

“All of us, let's kill him!” Seeing this, the four individuals behind charged forward simultaneously. The formation diagrams reappeared, and Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light shot out, sweeping mercilessly. The Dragon Horse was about to step forward but was stopped by Ye Fan. He fought the five alone, growing stronger with each passing moment. First, he tore apart the incomplete laws of chaos, then swept aside the four others.

“Kill!”

At this moment, Lord Junwei also exhausted his divine power, doing everything he could, resorting to any means to slaughter Ye Fan. He held a purple-copper shield in his left hand and a divine blood spear in his right, both sacred artifacts. His entire potential burned, and his vital blood surged, reaching the sun and moon, boiling and engulfing the area. The four behind him formed a formation, also activating forbidden artifacts. Each of them exerted immense vital blood, fighting until heaven and earth shattered, desperately resisting to obliterate Ye Fan.

This was an ultimate collision, a battle of blood and fire. The shackles on Ye Fan's hands and feet clanged, weighing a million jin, indeed affecting his combat power when fighting such powerful foes. However, his physical body was so incomparably formidable and divinely mighty that he gradually ignored them.

“Kill!”

Both sides roared, shattering the firmament. Every strike could devastate mountains and rivers for ten thousand li!

“Roar…”

Ye Fan let out a long roar, his golden battle energy engulfing one person. With a single punch, he struck across, and that person let out a mournful, unwilling cry before instantly exploding into a bloody mess.

“Ah…”

The eyes of the other three turned red. They charged madly, desperately fighting Ye Fan, illustrating cruelty and tragedy amidst splashing blood. Lord Junwei, with disheveled hair, had long lost his composure and calm. Roaring, he thrust the divine blood battle-spear forward.

At this moment, Ye Fan unleashed an astonishing, earth-shattering punch. It was incredibly stunning; his golden fist pierced through the sacred purple-copper shield in Lord Junwei's left hand, shattering it into pieces! The immense power spread, and Lord Junwei's left arm was not only broken, but the entire left half of his body spasmed, with an unknown number of bones fractured.

What was most shocking was that Ye Fan snatched the divine blood battle-spear and forcibly broke it with his bare hands. With two 'thudding' sounds, he shook his hand and hurled the broken spear forward. The two individuals behind cried out, falling backward into pools of blood, their foreheads pierced, blood splattering as they met their demise.

Ye Fan swept through his enemies, wielding the Six Paths Samsara Fist. Lord Junwei clashed with him for dozens of strikes but finally couldn't hold on. His arms shattered inch by inch, his lower body was blasted apart, and his upper body was sent flying, landing in a pool of blood.

Ye Fan, like a demonic god, stood upon the blood and bones of his fallen enemies!