Chapter 1272: 异族

Surging vital energy and radiating immortal light filled the air. This land was destroyed, and aside from the Primordial Magnetic Immortal Cave, this vast region was reduced to ashes.

Essence surged, divine magnetism swirled, and various lights shot forth, tearing through the heavens and splitting the earth, as if the end of the world had arrived.

In the distance, Rui Wei's expression changed. He knew Ye Fan was cultivating there, risking his life, and now such an event had occurred. He immediately rushed over to investigate.

"What are you doing?" he shouted when he saw Yan Chifeng and others intentionally instigating the magnetic immortal light storm.

"What's it to you?" one of them replied, giving him a cold, condescending glance.

"Stop!" Rui Wei shouted. Though he appeared delicate, he was resolute. He intended to single-handedly confront these individuals, stop their actions, and buy time for Ye Fan.

Someone sneered, "You overestimate yourself! A mere junior cultivator from a desolate wilderness dares to obstruct us? Get lost immediately, or you'll die without a burial place."

"How can we let him go?" another person said. "This one has ties to Ye Fan. Since he's here, we'll eliminate him too."

Yan Chifeng had been somewhat wary just moments before, fearing Ye Fan might emerge. But now he had calmed down, knowing that the Magnetic Immortal Light had been fully detonated. Anyone who came would be useless; they wouldn't be able to escape the immense energy shockwaves and would inevitably be reduced to dust.

"Kill him!" Yan Chifeng commanded, a cold, contemptuous sneer on his lips as he pointed at Rui Wei. The few people beside him immediately moved in unison, various secret treasures gleaming and radiating divine brilliance.

CRACK!

Suddenly, a terrifying sound echoed. A shimmering expanse of immortal light billowed forth as the depths of the Primordial Magnetic Ancient Cave violently trembled, followed by a surging torrent, like a mountain flood or a tsunami.

A man on horseback, stepping through the brilliant light and breaking through the magnetic energy, charged out like a god of war.

The Magnetic Immortal Cave was like a vast, boundless sea of volcanic blood. Carrying monstrous divine flames, the man and horse galloped across the sky with immense power.

RIP!

Several secret treasures flying towards Rui Wei were struck by a beam of light, instantly shattering into fragments, utterly defenseless.

"You wanted to send me on my way, to make me an immortal?" Ye Fan asked sarcastically. His body was tall and robust, his black hair streamed in the wind, and his cold eyes shone like lightning. Sitting upright on the dragon-horse, both rider and mount exuded a magnificent, awe-inspiring radiance.

"You entered the Primordial Immortal Cave and didn't die..." A chill ran through these people's bodies. What incredible fortune must this be?

Moments ago, they had been arrogant and complacent, believing Heaven was aiding them in using the Primordial Magnetic Ancient Cave to eliminate a formidable enemy. Who would have thought their opponent would simply charge out?

A divine needle flew out silently, a faint light flashing as it aimed for the back of Ye Fan's head—a sneak attack. At this point, how could things end peacefully? It was time to strike first!

This group possessed extraordinary divine abilities, and when united, they were a formidable force. Several of them, in particular, were scions of powerful factions within the Human Race's Second City—typical local magnates. Over the years, they had leveraged their connections to access the training grounds numerous times, gaining immense benefits and never experiencing a single setback.

A halo rose behind Ye Fan's head, instantly pulverizing the divine needle. At the same time, magnetic immortal light flashed from his eyes and shot forth.

"Ah..."

With a tragic cry, the sneak attacker's entire body disintegrated, turning into dust. Even their primordial spirit couldn't escape, their body and soul utterly annihilated.

"You've merged with the magnetic immortal light?" Yan Chifeng gasped sharply. Since ancient times, countless heroes who attempted to harness immortal light almost all perished. He shouted, "Don't use metal magical artifacts!"

The others' expressions changed. Some spat out a jade bell, while others unleashed a stone sword from their brows. All were rare, exceptionally powerful secret artifacts, and they attacked simultaneously.

In this place, mist and light soared into the sky, and terrifying energy currents shook heaven and earth.

However, with a sweep of his right hand, Ye Fan unleashed streaks of immortal light that obliterated everything in their path. All the weapons shattered, turning to dust!

Ye Fan's attack power was immense. What he had cultivated was the magnetic immortal light, not electromagnetism, so it could shatter non-metallic artifacts just as easily.

"Kill!"

Someone shouted, but then quickly retreated themselves, attempting to flee. Those charging at the forefront instantly turned pale. With their companions deserting them, how could they possibly fight?

RIP!

Ye Fan raised his hand and unleashed a wave of light that spread like ripples with extreme speed. The fleeing person's body instantly disintegrated, turning into a mist of blood.

"Since you've shown me such great 'kindness' by wanting to send me on my way," he said, "don't be in such a hurry to leave. I want to entertain you properly." Like a god of slaughter, he single-handedly intercepted everyone on his horse.

"Brother Ye, it's good to see you unharmed," Rui Wei called out.

Ye Fan expressed his thanks, then turned to face his assailants again. Without a hint of mercy, he launched a powerful assault.

The magnetic immortal light surged forth, and four people cried out one after another. Their spirits were forced from their bodies, turning into energy that dispersed into the heavens and earth, and their physical forms crumbled to dust.

This was a decisive killing blow, starting with soul-shattering vibrations. Nearly half of the dozen or so people were gone in an instant. The remaining individuals were utterly stunned; even Yan Chifeng's expression changed. The opponent had clearly gained immense power after emerging from the immortal cave, now capable of wielding such force.

"Do we have a choice? Let's all go and kill him!" someone shouted. It was certainly too late to escape now; this executioner would not let them go.

Ye Fan pointed a finger, and the bodies of the several people who rushed to attack instantly crumbled, breaking into pieces under the magnetic immortal light. Their spirits were shaken out, disintegrating even faster and vanishing in an instant.

The few remaining individuals felt a chill run from head to toe. This secret art was too terrifying, like a divine king surveying his domain and facing common mortals from the lower realm.

Yan Chifeng sighed softly. After all, the difference in combat power between these individuals and Ye Fan was immense; otherwise, how could it have come to this? They had severely underestimated his strength.

He now realized that Guan Cheng and the second leader of the Thirteen Riders of Tianhuang had intentionally or unintentionally disparaged Ye Fan's strength, merely wishing to drag them into this mess. The fact that they hadn't come along now was truly detestable.

"These people are yours," Ye Fan said, leaving the remaining assailants to the dragon-horse, "I'll deal with him." He then turned to face Yan Chifeng.

Sacred beasts approached from all directions, watching intently but none daring to interfere, sensing the formidable power of the humans present.

"I will send you on your way!" the dragon-horse declared, transforming into a streak of magnetic immortal light and charging forward. Its basin-sized hooves repeatedly struck and cleaved, eliciting screams as flesh and shattered bones splattered everywhere.

Ye Fan and Yan Chifeng also engaged in a fierce battle, with divine light overflowing and wondrous techniques unleashed without end. Yan Chifeng had cultivated for many years, enduring patiently, believing he had accumulated enough to embark on the ancient starry road. He never imagined he would directly encounter such a formidable enemy.

In a fierce, life-and-death struggle, Yan Chifeng indeed displayed extraordinary abilities. Wielding a battle god whip, each swing unleashed the sound of wind and thunder, causing distant mountain ranges to continuously crumble. He fought until his eyes were red.

He was indeed very strong, a rare master who surpassed Mountain Lord Junwei. Yet, upon encountering Ye Fan, he was ultimately destined for bitter defeat.

Forbidden artifacts on Yan Chifeng's body exploded one after another. These were magical treasures left to him by his great-ancestor for self-preservation, some even capable of severely injuring a Saint King, yet they struggled to hit Ye Fan.

Finally, Ye Fan swung a bronze sword, instantly cleaving Yan Chifeng in half at the waist, sending his upper body flying.

Yan Chifeng screamed, spitting out a small figure identical to himself, which confronted the pursuing Ye Fan. Amidst the sky-filling light and fire, his primordial spirit vanished, and his physical body was pulverized.

"A substitution technique!" Ye Fan stated, his expression cold.

On the other side, the dragon-horse had also finished its battle. All those individuals had been trampled into shattered bones; not a single one escaped.

"Yan Chifeng has some background," Ye Fan muttered to himself. "If someone doesn't play by the rules and returns to the city, there might be some trouble." He felt a sense of urgency, needing an ancient place to achieve a breakthrough.

Tens of thousands of miles away, several old men were flying. They were precisely Di Tian's subordinates and had actually infiltrated this area.

"Hmm, the so-called trial ground isn't that difficult to enter," one of them mused. "Whether intentionally or unintentionally, by obtaining the divine materials we sent out, a traversable crack was ultimately left behind."

"Be careful," another warned, "that commander is not to be trifled with."

The old men were all extraordinary, alien beings subdued by Di Tian in the depths of the ancient starry road. Each possessed profound magical power and unparalleled strength. Upon entering, they immediately began searching for Ye Fan.

"The Origin of Dao can only achieve its true value in the hands of Young Master Di Tian," one said. "He is but a green leaf, yet he vainly hopes to forge his own path. He will soon understand what reality truly is."

These individuals searched for Ye Fan without pause, conducting a carpet-style search.

At this moment, Ye Fan faced a serious problem. After gaining insights in this training ground and then cultivating in the Magnetic Immortal Cave, his current realm was becoming incredibly difficult to suppress.

In an ancient land, he unleashed fierce fist power, piercing through the firmament and destroying vast areas of the void, unleashing an incomparable force.

He used sheer force to tear through the sky, seeking to break out of this sealed training ground and venture beyond its confines to discover his true location.

Ye Fan was expending his overflowing essence and combat power, fearing he would otherwise break through to sainthood at any moment. It wasn't that he was unwilling, but he felt this ancient land was not to his liking for such a breakthrough.

Battle Saint Art, Unity of Phenomena, Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, Five Elements Divine Light, Golden Divine Treasure, Magnetic Immortal Light... In this instant, Ye Fan unleashed various secret arts, elevating his combat power to its absolute pinnacle.

Moreover, he triggered the Divine Restriction, and the "Jie" Character Secret also took effect, unleashing terrifying power that tore through the barrier. The firmament shattered, revealing a vast starry sky.

"The aura of an ancient Great Emperor!" Ye Fan exclaimed, his heart and mind trembling with an expression of disbelief. He felt as if a magnificent star perfectly suited for his breakthrough to sainthood lay before him.

At the same time, many within the Primordial Training Ground trembled. The incredibly domineering aura, as if it could devour mountains and rivers and shatter the universe, had caused many to sense its presence.

"Too powerful, it seems to have torn apart the entire ancient land," some muttered as they rushed towards the location.

However, in the instant Ye Fan was dazed, the restriction repaired itself, the starry sky vanished, the firmament healed, and everything disappeared.

Nevertheless, he wasn't worried. If he could break it once, he could break it again; he now had a clear direction.

"Hmm, Fellow Daoist Ye, we meet again," one of the old men said as they finally arrived. "Truly, life is full of unexpected encounters."

"How did you get in?" Ye Fan asked coldly, instantly thinking of Grand Commander Yu Han. It seemed the Human Race's Second City was complex and full of malicious individuals.

An old man stepped forward and said, "We value you as a talent. Young Master Di Tian possesses the grand spirit to encompass the primeval universe, and you will surely have a place under his command in the future. Are you willing to offer the Origin of Dao and pledge your allegiance?"

"You few aliens, trespassing into a human training ground, have already committed a capital offense," Ye Fan stated in a deep voice. "Yet you dare to be so brazen."

"Rules are meant to be broken," an alien said coldly. "Whether you can accept it or not, that's just how reality is."

Ye Fan's black hair danced wildly, his cold eyes gleaming like lightning. He faced them directly, killing intent surging from him like a tsunami.

One of them snorted coldly and said, "You are not recognized by heaven and earth, destined to be a mere supporting character in this grand era. Yet you vainly hope to attain the Dao, overestimating yourself! Becoming an Emperor is forever hopeless for you!"

"To become an Emperor, does one need anyone's recognition?" Ye Fan said calmly. "The 'Origin of Dao' is nothing in my eyes. My path, you neither understand nor will you ever see."

"How could we not see that you are about to become a Saint?" one alien said, "And your strength is indeed terrifying, capable of slaughtering Saints and defeating all heroes. However, with us here today, you have no hope of becoming a Saint. Let us make you face reality." The several aliens then surrounded him.