Chapter 1261: Heaven and Earth Do Not Approve

Dozens of towering black battle spears, thicker than building beams, each over ten zhang long, flew through the air, sharp and chilling.

These were not mere stabs; they were crushing blows. The enormous spearheads, flying from over a dozen li away, plunged in clusters into the earth, instantly shattering the ground.

This was an ambush. While Ye Fan, the Dragon Horse, and people from the Nine Heavens Nation were conversing, a volley of massive spears descended, possessing astonishing power.

The Dragon Horse leaped, its four hooves barely avoiding being pinned to the ground; it nearly fell. A great demon, a member of the Demon Nation, had fixed its gaze on them.

The Dragon Horse was enraged. Ye Fan also turned, gazing towards the source. He saw a demon, over ten zhang tall, standing coldly in the ancient land, observing them.

"Boom!" Artifacts soared and Dao instruments gleamed as the battle continued, with several powerful nations vying for supremacy.

The great demon, having failed in its attack, turned and left, seeking other prey to slaughter.

Ye Fan raised his hand, activating the "Soldier" secret art. He drew a massive battle spear into his grasp, his body radiating golden light, and instantly hurled it forth.

The spear was over ten zhang long, yet in his hand, it was as light as straw. A streak of dark light pierced the heavens, reaching its target in an instant.

The great demon attempted to evade, but the spear seemed alive, closing in on its chest in a flash. Its armor glowed, and it roared to the sky, striking fiercely with its shield.

"Pffft!" Blood spurted as the spear pierced through the shield and impaled the demon's body, leaving a gush of blood. The massive corpse was sent flying several li away.

It finally struck the ground with a thud, raising a large cloud of dust. The demon was pinned to the earth, dead.

Ye Fan's methods were violent and direct, giving the demon a taste of its own medicine. He surveyed the battlefield calmly after his act.

At this moment, battle cries shook the heavens. Figures were everywhere: Spirit Race, Demon Nation, Divine Nation, Nine Heavens Nation, and countless other experts.

Many of the trial participants had also arrived. Ye Fan recognized some familiar figures vying for something, apparently aware of the situation and the importance of the Dao Source.

"Kill!" The battle raged fiercely. Various artifacts flew, cold light dazzled, precious banners fluttered, savage beasts roared, and powerful individuals were numerous as clouds.

This was a land of chaos, where blood frequently splattered. Had it not been for restraining seals, this ancient land would have been destroyed dozens, even hundreds, of times over.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." A large shower of light descended. These were flying swords, all palm-sized, numbering in the dozens. They leveled a majestic mountain range, causing many to perish.

As they flew towards Ye Fan, his eyes blazed. A crackle of Primal Magnetic Immortal Light shot forth, electromagnetic forces intertwining, turning the incoming flying swords into iron shavings.

Every corner of the battlefield was fraught with deadly peril. Many fell, their bodies strewn across the ground, scarlet blood dyeing the earth.

The people of the Nine Heavens Nation no longer needed to persuade Ye Fan, as they stood together. In just a short while, over a dozen attacks had already targeted their position.

"Hmm?" Ye Fan spotted several members of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation on the battlefield. A cold smile touched his lips. He took out a large bow, nocked a pristine white bone arrow, and drew back the Flood Dragon Bowstring, which groaned ominously.

A terrifying aura emanated from him, causing all the powerful combatants nearby to recoil, their faces filled with shock as they turned to look.

This precious bow was crafted by Ye Fan himself, its material beyond reproach. Even the bone arrow was refined from the bone spur on a sacred beast's spine, truly terrifying.

A streak of white light shot forth, piercing the sky and emitting a deafening, unnatural shriek. It sliced across the battlefield, horrifying many, who couldn't help but turn to watch.

The Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh members of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation were all present. By the time they heard the sound, it was already too late; a powerful ripple of energy had already struck.

The Seventh Rider was terrified to his core, attempting to shift his position, but he could not evade. Over a dozen artifacts flew from within him, forming a shield in front of him.

However, he still could not escape. The pristine white bone arrow pierced through all the artifacts, shattering them, and then embedded itself in his forehead. With a "thwack," his entire head exploded.

It was extraordinarily gory and violent. Fresh red blood and white brain matter splattered across the battlefield, shocking many.

The Fifth and Sixth Riders of Desolation turned pale. They stood right next to the Seventh, and the red and white liquid splattered onto them, making their scalps tingle.

The liquid on their faces was still warm. Such a brutal method was too intimidating for them.

"It's him—Ye Fan!" Of the 437 trial participants who had embarked on the ancient starry road, several hundred had survived to reach this stage. Many exclaimed, recognizing him, and were utterly terrified by the power of that arrow.

A cruel smile hung on Ye Fan's lips. He continued to draw his bow, nocking another arrow. The longbow, more than half a person's height, was drawn taut, resembling a full moon.

The second white bone arrow shot forth, tearing through the heavens and arriving instantly. With a "thud," the Fifth Rider of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation let out a scream as his entire body was shattered by the impact.

Another person fell, chilling many on the battlefield. What kind of power was this? These two were certainly not weak, yet they were as helpless as three-year-old children.

The Sixth Rider of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation screamed in terror and turned to flee. Their leader, Gu Ling, was not present. He hurried away like a dog with its tail between its legs, his face utterly devoid of color, his legs trembling from fear.

"Didn't you repeatedly provoke me and try to kill me? Why flee now?" Ye Fan sneered. The third arrow shot forth, piercing the long sky with a "whoosh."

"Ah..." The Sixth Rider of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation exploded. His unwilling shriek, along with his physical body and primordial spirit, were extinguished, vanishing from this world forever.

Such a result drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield. All felt a chill, recognizing him as a truly peerless expert.

Almost immediately, some powerful individuals from major factions like the Demon Nation, Divine Nation, and Spirit Race covertly launched their artifacts towards his direction.

A golden precious seal as enormous as a mountain, a blood-colored gourd capable of devouring heaven and earth, and a star-collecting net that covered the sky, all descended simultaneously.

Ye Fan remained calm and fearless, standing firm. He continuously drew his bow, and in moments, he had fired a total of fifty-two arrows, resulting in fifty-two powerful individuals falling.

With a display of the "Soldier" secret art, dozens of bone arrows all flew back to him, not one wasted. He then fired again, a demonstration of power that terrified everyone.

In just a few moments, over a hundred experts perished. Those who died were no ordinary individuals; they were all formidable regional lords.

Among them were over twenty trial participants who had embarked on the ancient starry road. They had been hiding and launching sneak attacks, believing they wouldn't be discovered, but none escaped; they were all accounted for.

A God of Slaughter! All factions kept their distance; no one dared provoke Ye Fan anymore. They were all utterly terrified, believing he was undoubtedly the preeminent figure in this ancient land, ruling over his domain.

No one dared to offend him again, and the area became remarkably peaceful.

"The Dao Source!" someone cried out. From somewhere underground, wisps of light surged upward, and the most primordial aura in all of heaven and earth emanated forth.

Many rushed forward, hoping to capture this mysterious power, for it represented the recognition of heaven and earth.

Seeing this, Ye Fan told the Dragon Horse to wait. He plunged directly into the earth, pursuing it. His Source Art was unrivaled in the universe; no one could match him in searching for subterranean immortal treasures in such ancient lands.

Within the earth veins, dragon qi steamed, immortal light shone brilliantly, and various auspicious energies flowed, creating an extraordinary spectacle.

Ye Fan spotted several people whose speed was remarkably fast, chasing the light, and they could not be shaken off.

"It's truly unbelievable! Someone obtained the Dao Source once over twenty years ago. Logically, it shouldn't reappear in this generation, yet it has manifested again!" shouted an excited Demon Saint, a leader of the Demon Nation, whose true body had arrived, his demonic energy boiling.

"I heard there are also traces of the Dao Source in other battlefields. How could so many appear? Something isn't right!" said an Ancient Saint from the Divine Nation, appearing with radiant splendor, an expression of doubt on his face.

"The Dao Source possesses immortal divinity. This time, it has split into several streams, not converging into a single entity. This is truly rare in ancient times," a member of the Spirit Race remarked.

Ahead, a light source, about the size of a human head, moved rapidly through the earth's layers, pursued by several Saints.

Ye Fan was also in pursuit. Not only was his Source Art profound, but he also possessed the "Movement" secret art, allowing him to reach it almost instantly. The Dao Source, possessing divine properties, accelerated significantly upon sensing pursuit, vanishing into deeper parts of the earth in the blink of an eye.

The Ancient Saints were greatly astonished. They followed closely, unleashing powerful attacks and engaging in combat.

On the surface, people's hearts pounded. The sealed ancient land continuously shook, as if about to collapse, and powerful fluctuations spread throughout.

"Boom!" The earth suddenly cracked open, and Ye Fan, the Demon Saint, the Spirit Saint, and others surged out. Everyone was even more astonished; among those eight or nine ancestor-level figures who had been Saints for who knows how many years, there was actually a young figure, fighting amidst the chaos.

"So powerful! To be able to fight and contend among so many Ancient Saints, and still walk proudly—who could possibly defeat him?" some people exclaimed.

The trial participants who had embarked on the ancient starry road were particularly dejected. With such a figure present, they could only serve as foils. By now, perhaps only Yu Xian, Kutoutuo, Mu Guanghan, Ouye Mo, and a few others could contend with him.

"Boom!" Ye Fan's punch sent the Demon Saint, who had acted cruelly against him, flying. Half of the saint's body was mangled and bloody, and he crashed into a mountain range.

The crowd erupted in an uproar. An Ancient Saint had been sent flying like this, in such a pathetic and tragic state, his primordial spirit dim and almost exhausted.

"Whoosh!" The Dao Source, its light soft and gentle, once again disappeared underground. This time, it seemed to have vanished permanently; even the Ancient Saints could no longer sense it.

"It appeared briefly and then just vanished. Could it be that no one here was recognized, and it disdained to stay?"

Many cried out, extremely anxious, while the eight or nine Ancient Saints were even more despairing. If they missed this chance, it would never return.

A figure flashed, and Ye Fan plunged into the earth. His Source Art was invincible, covering all directions as he pursued the Dao Source.

This was a grueling chase. It must be said that the Dao Source's divine nature was astonishing. Even a powerful figure like Ye Fan, with his "Movement" secret art and Source Art, almost lost it. It took him four full hours before he shot skyward, employing wondrous techniques to imprison it within the vast firmament.

"He... he caught the Dao Source!" "My Heavens, we've witnessed a miracle, rare through all ages! Yet in this generation... only twenty-odd years have passed, and someone has obtained the Dao Source for the second time!"

The battlefield erupted in a frenzy, even the Dragon Horse was galloping wildly and neighing.

In Ye Fan's palm, he held a ball of light the size of a human head, incredibly serene and sacred. Various Dao symbols flickered, mysterious and unfathomable.

Many felt their mouths go dry, ready to rush forward and seize it.

However, at that very moment, something astonishing happened. The Dao Source emanated a vague will, which spread outwards.

"You are contrary to the Dao, defying heaven and earth. You cannot attain the Dao and become an Emperor."

This brief declaration of will caused many to widen their eyes and stare, utterly unprepared for such an event.

"Poof!" The Dao Source shattered, scattering in all directions, attempting to return to the void of heaven and earth.

"This person can never prove the Dao! Heaven and Earth do not recognize him, hahaha..." Someone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, over 150 trial participants who had embarked on the ancient starry road had gathered there. Witnessing this, they too showed expressions of surprise, and many let out a sigh of relief.

Heaven and Earth had actually rejected such a powerful, peerless individual, one who had suffocated many experts with his might.

"Buzz!" A cauldron flew out from between Ye Fan's brows. The Mother Qi of All Things descended, imbued with the power to engulf the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, shaking hearts.

"Why would I need your recognition? You are merely a tool for me to use!" Ye Fan's voice was cold. He activated the Six Seals of Immortal Ban, seizing the Dao Source and reabsorbing it into his cauldron.