Chapter 1273: Breaking the Vast Universe

## Chapter 1274: Breaking Through the Firmament

All around, giant trees pierced the sky, their trunks as thick as mountains, their branches coiled like ancient dragons, winding towards the heavens, lush and verdant. Each towering ancient tree seemed to dwarf the mountain ranges below.

Savage beasts roamed freely, stirring up clouds of mist, making the Primordial Dao Field appear even more vast and ancient. This was a primeval land. Golden-winged dragons soared across the sky, and azure divine phoenixes cried out to the nine heavens, appearing occasionally, their immense saintly power and terrifying aura shaking the Primordial Dao Field.

Yet, Ye Fan was engaged in a fierce battle with several powerful alien experts. He moved from one mountain range to another swampy area, destroying numerous wild mountain ranges and startling ancient beasts.

"Your strength, though great, exceeded our expectations," one alien expert cackled sinisterly. His face now showed undisguised ferocity as he revealed his true form, far from being as ancient as one might imagine. "But since we dared to attack, did you think we wouldn't have means to deal with you?" It was a monster.

It possessed a humanoid body with a human head in the center, its face covered in fine green scales, with a wide mouth and fangs, and a head of green hair. On its left shoulder was a silver wolf head, fierce and malevolent, with its blood-red mouth agape, shimmering with divine light and spewing killing intent. On its right shoulder, a raven's head, black as ink, rolled with black mist, emitting an aura of death, its cry like the booming of a death knell.

The other few also had bizarre appearances. Not of the human race, they were terrifying species from the depths of the starry sky, each possessing earth-shattering divine abilities. These aliens, serving as Emperor Tian's powerful generals, were each capable of killing ancient saints. They were also deploying a formation called the Deity Suppressing Formation, which was truly terrifying beyond measure.

"Even if your talent is extraordinary, can you surpass a Saint King?" the three-headed alien laughed sinisterly. "This is a Dao technique created by Young Master Emperor Tian's ancestor, specifically designed for unparalleled experts. Today, you have no path to the heavens and no gate to the earth!" The raven head croaked, an extremely grating sound, like a death knell booming. All living beings, plants, and trees covered by the black mist turned to ashes, and miles of mountains and rivers became dead lands.

Ye Fan was not encircled by them. He activated the Xing (Movement) secret art; Dao patterns appeared under his feet, one after another, flashing with brilliant divine light, moving like a golden streak of lightning.

"If not now, when will you pledge allegiance with the Dao Source?" another alien taunted. "You must understand that opportunity is fleeting, and regret will be too late." Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light flew horizontally and vertically, like a brilliant galaxy falling, constantly forcing these few into a passive and arduous defense. Ye Fan fought furiously, his Six Paths Samsara Fist unleashed, sweeping away everything like withered leaves. He moved steadily, always avoiding entry into the Deity Suppressing Formation.

This battle drew the attention of many individuals. Many trial-takers were alarmed, either standing on mountain peaks or hovering in the sky, secretly observing.

Night Wuhun, the second leader of the Thirteen Riders of Desolation, narrowed his eyes. Clad in azure-gold armor and holding a great halberd, he watched coldly from a distance, ready to act at any moment.

Guan Cheng was in another ancient land. Expressionless, he gripped a bronze halberd tightly, his knuckles white, staring fixedly. Seeing Ye Fan sweep through and fight furiously in the Great Wilderness, he couldn't help but recall the figure of that person from the past. This invincible aura, capable of engulfing mountains and rivers, was too similar.

Ouyang Mo, Tuoba Yu, Kutoutuo, Yu Xian, and others were all alerted, standing among the rocky mountains and ancient ranges, observing the battle intently.

Ye Fan, fighting as a lone warrior, held a black long spear, battling within the Primordial Dao Field, which truly shocked everyone. Every spear thrust resonated with the roaring of the Great Dao.

His black hair cascaded like a waterfall, his eyes like lightning. Each spear thrust shattered a mountain range; even ancient restrictions and seals were useless, turning many ancient lands into ruins and ash. His divine might was unparalleled.

However, these six aliens were truly too powerful. This was an invincible combination. They weren't just there to kill trial-takers; they could clearly hunt down Saint Kings. The only fortunate thing was that Ye Fan was not encircled. Otherwise, once the grand formation closed in, no one could help, and his fate would be sealed. This formation was incomparably terrifying; one could not fall into it. Fighting outside the formation was the only correct approach.

"Young Master Emperor Tian has gained the recognition of Heaven and Earth and will surely become an Emperor in the future," an alien sneered, wanting Ye Fan to face reality and bow to them. "Yet you are not accepted by the Heavens. Do you still not understand the difference?"

"You can change your destiny. If you can stand by the side of a Great Emperor, you will achieve glory and avoid dying on the path to emperorship." The two sides battled, transforming into a blur of light, sweeping across mountains and divine lakes, startling terrifying savage beasts whose auras sent shivers down spines.

"Following Young Master Emperor Tian is a choice that can change your destiny. You must understand that opportunity is fleeting." This group possessed absolutely terrifying martial power, but facing Ye Fan, they encountered trouble. He was a tough nut to crack.

This battle lasted for a long time. Ye Fan furrowed his brows because he was nearing the point where he could no longer suppress his own power. He might break through to become a Saint at any moment. "I can feel it, you're about to become a Saint," one of them said. "That would be dangerous for us. Since you won't seize this opportunity, we can only eliminate this genius."

Then they all shouted in unison. An ancient wooden box appeared in the sky, being refined by the six of them, emitting strands of strange light, intricate and pervasive. The box shattered, illuminating beams of immortal light that flew down towards Ye Fan, enveloping him. He was like a large cocoon, wrapped within it.

"What is this?" Those watching from afar felt their hair stand on end, sensing a terrifying power spreading, so malevolent.

"The remains of a Great Saint who underwent Dao Transformation, ground into powder with supreme divine artifacts, combined with secret heavenly materials, and refined into Dao Transformation Powder," one alien explained coldly. "No matter how great a hero you are, if touched by it, you can only passively undergo Dao Transformation." Hearing this cold declaration, everyone's hearts were filled with terror. This was a peerless killing weapon. What was most terrifying in the world? Dao Transformation was undoubtedly one such thing; even ancient Great Emperors underwent Dao Transformation after death.

"You want to become a Saint? Now we'll make you undergo Dao Transformation! Even if you miraculously survive, you will never be able to become a Saint!" These ruthless words chilled many people's hearts. Such methods were too malicious. The alien experts were too ruthless; cutting off a person's hope of becoming a Saint was more unbearable than killing them.

In the plaza of the Human Race's Second City, Grand Marshal Yu Han saw this scene in the Primordial Dao Field through an ancient mirror, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "You can move now. Retrieve the Dao Source." "Please give your orders, Grand Marshal!" A dozen veteran soldiers stepped forward, each brimming with battle spirit. They had crawled out of countless battlefields, having no idea how many conflicts they had experienced. Grand Marshal Yu Han handed over the ancient mirror in his hand. "Take this ancient mirror. It is a primordial artifact that controls this Dao Field, capable of mobilizing the power of Heaven and Earth to suppress enemies." Yu Han informed them that this artifact could only be used at critical moments because it consumed too much vital essence; prolonged control would drain a person's body dry.

In the Primordial Dao Field, Ye Fan and the Dragon Horse were trapped inside the cocoon. Even Saint Kings would fall regrettably if touched by this, unable to escape the fate of Dao Transformation.

At this moment, Ye Fan displayed extraordinary divine abilities. The nine ancient characters from the Dao Scripture shone, flying out from his forehead, one after another, encircling him and the Dragon Horse, preventing the Great Saint Dao Transformation Powder from touching them. The nine ancient characters glowed brilliantly, radiating immortal brilliance, making him appear sacred and majestic. Even the Dragon Horse felt a stir in its heart.

Then, Ye Fan's glabella flashed again. The nine ancient characters imparted to him by the Divine Spirit of the Solar Saint Emperor also manifested, taking shape on his luminous white forehead and leaping out one by one. The nine Imperial Characters from the Dao Scripture protected him, while the nine ancient characters from the Solar Immortal Scripture began to counterattack. This was a scorching divine power that destroyed everything. With a boom, the Great Saint Dao Cocoon burst open.

Everyone was greatly astonished; it was too sudden. This forbidden item, refined from the remains of a Great Saint who underwent Dao Transformation as the main ingredient and various heavenly secret materials as auxiliary ingredients, yet it failed to trap Ye Fan. At this moment, a great commotion outside also surprised Ye Fan. A dozen veteran soldiers were jointly activating an ancient mirror, attacking the six alien experts. Mountains collapsed and tsunamis raged, blood mist swirled, and both sides paid a bloody price. When he broke through the Dao Cocoon at this moment, it immediately caused both sides to be shaken and cease fighting.

Ye Fan instantly understood. Grand Marshal Yu Han had intentionally let the six alien experts in to eliminate him, and then sent his capable subordinates at the crucial moment, aiming to benefit in the end. At this moment, the gazes of both sides fell upon him. This was a terrifying killing intent; both wanted to obtain the Dao Source from him, and there was no longer any pretense. "You all deserve to die! When I return, I will pay each of you a visit and take your dog heads!" Ye Fan said, then turned and left without looking back. Activating the Xing (Movement) secret art, he vanished tens of thousands of miles in a single bound.

He was now in great trouble. He could no longer suppress his own power and was about to break through to become a Saint. He needed to calm his mind and face the Heavenly Tribulation. For any talent who could reach this stage, the Saint Tribulation was the most difficult life-and-death trial in their lives; no carelessness or oversight was allowed. What's more, Ye Fan's Heavenly Tribulation was unique, unrivaled in its sharpness, requiring even greater caution and care.

"Don't let him go! He must not be allowed to become a Saint!" "At all costs, interfere with his process of becoming a Saint, make him fail at the last step!" The six alien experts shouted. They would not allow such a thing to happen, using every means to search for him, to prevent Ye Fan from becoming a Saint.

The dozen veteran soldiers did not pursue, but instead hid in a valley. They jointly activated the treasured mirror in their hands, attempting to control the Primordial Dao Field with it to locate Ye Fan. However, despite numerous attempts, they could not find a trace of him. At this time, Ye Fan had set up a Heaven-Deceiving Formation, and his true self was sitting cross-legged in the green cauldron, using it to suppress himself.

He wanted to bring his body and mind to a state of absolute clarity to face the unimaginable Great Saint Tribulation that lay ahead. This was a crucial step in his life, one he could not afford to get wrong.

"This Dao Field is not an ideal place to undergo tribulation; becoming a Saint here would truly be somewhat unsatisfying," Ye Fan muttered to himself. He thought of the starry sky he had seen recently when he used all his battle power to forcibly break through this Dao Field. He gritted his teeth and said, "I will break out of this cage and see the outside world. I clearly sensed the aura of an ancient Great Emperor there; that must be an ideal place."

Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the green cauldron, calming his mind. He even regulated his breathing for an entire day and night, not being forced to break through. "Alright, I'll go out and see. When I return as a Saint, I'll settle scores with all of you!" He made this decision. The Dragon Horse strongly agreed; it also wanted to find that ancient land to become a Saint.

It was a dark night, with all sounds hushed. Ye Fan had made all his preparations.

"Boom!"

The horse galloped across the sky; one man and one steed ascended against the heavens. Ye Fan, holding a black spear in one hand, pierced through the firmament. His Six Paths Samsara Fist was unparalleled, dominating heaven and earth, smashing the cosmos.

Using Fighting Saint Arts, merging with phenomena... Ye Fan unleashed various secret arts, soaring skyward, crushing the Primordial Dao Field like an unparalleled overlord. He burst into a place of dazzling starlight.

Perhaps by some unseen destiny, at this moment, only one person witnessed this scene: it was still Guan Cheng. He opened his mouth wide in shock, wanting to say something, but his throat moved repeatedly, and no sound came out. His face was pale, as if he had lost all his strength, and he collapsed onto the ground.