Chapter 1276: Becoming a Saint

Vast chaos, all transformed into divine thunder, immense and magnificent, spreading across the starfield, illuminating the glory of ages, and presaging an ultimate power.

Ye Fan and his cauldron shattered, turning into dust-like particles. The golden figure, in particular, resembled a handful of brilliant yet tiny golden sand, scattered in all directions.

Finally, this immense and destructive chaos heavenly tribulation passed. A vital energy began to diffuse and spread, inspiring hope.

Yet, Ye Fan dared not relax in the slightest. This was, after all, a great tribulation, not genuine divine life radiance spreading; it was still lightning.

The Creation Tribulation!

It dispersed the chaos. Although terrifying and immensely powerful, capable of reducing people to ashes, it also contained a layer of hope for life.

Amidst the rumbling sound, Ye Fan seized this rare opportunity to repair his physical body. The golden figure also re-condensed, and then, amidst the light of the Creation Tribulation, he forged his cauldron.

This great tribulation lasted an exceptionally long time. Unlike previous lightning, it was as if true creation was occurring. Within the vast sea of lightning, around Ye Fan, all things were born: flowers, birds, fish, insects, cosmic stars, deities, demons, humans, and ghosts. Everything he could imagine or had seen took shape at this moment.

These were streaks of lightning, not actual living beings: a Kunpeng spread its wings, soaring ninety thousand miles high; deities and demons roared, opening up chaotic immortal lands; true dragons swung their tails, crushing suns, moons, and stars; immortal phoenixes struck furiously, tearing apart the universe…

An immense scene, all formed from lightning—this was the grand and violent Creation Tribulation, causing souls to tremble.

Ye Fan's expression changed. At first, he thought it represented vitality, but now it seemed to contain immense danger. If that Kunpeng were to pounce, or that immortal phoenix were to flap its wings and truly strike him, it would be a disaster.

In this Creation Tribulation, even a blade of grass, an insect, or a sparrow was terrifying, capable of causing incalculable killing tribulation.

Ye Fan tested it, attempting to fight against these plants, flowers, birds, fish, and insects; all were accompanied by peerless killing light, proving extremely dangerous.

All things began to grow, everything was reborn: plants, fish, insects, suns, moons, stars, immortal phoenixes, and white tigers all appeared, along with a profusion of roaring deities and demons from the primordial world!

Ye Fan was stunned. How could this scene of all things appearing be so similar? His mind stirred, and he slowed down the forging process, thinking of the green cauldron.

The ancient, broken cauldron, once its mottled ancient marks were brushed away and its true form revealed, was precisely like this: flowers, birds, fish, insects, Vermilion Birds, Qilins, suns, moons, and galaxies, deities, and ancient beings—all spirits of the world appeared on it.

At this moment, his heart trembled. He immediately began forging the cauldron, nurturing it within this Creation Tribulation, allowing it to be born.

Ye Fan's flesh and blood shattered and reassembled repeatedly. The golden figure before his brows was also doing the same, sitting cross-legged, inhaling and exhaling the lightning of creation, infinitely vast and not wasting a single trace.

Then, he transferred this energy to the cauldron, using the lightning as "water" to "mix the clay," forging an ancient, unadorned cauldron.

The Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron had turned into powder, but it was not lifeless. It was full of life force on the verge of qualitative change, containing infinite vitality and radiating brilliant light.

He guided it with his spirit, nurtured it with his flesh and blood, and used lightning as fire to begin forging. The cauldron rapidly took shape.

The artifact forging technique in the Dao Scripture was exceptionally important. One of its crucial core principles was to forge a unique Dao weapon, believing that among the myriad artifacts in the world, mastering just "one" was enough!

Having cultivated the Dao for so many years, Ye Fan was extremely familiar with the first volume of the Dao Scripture. Thus, he developed this method to perfection, and the cauldron was quickly tempered and formed.

Or rather, it could be said that the cauldron's fragments were autonomously reviving, undergoing reassembly, and manifesting in the world.

The cauldron had taken shape, covered with patterns of myriad things. Cosmic galaxies coiled around it, and deities from chaos roared, emitting a rumbling sound that shook people's blood and bodies, threatening to shatter them. There were also ancient beings, Vermilion Birds, Kunpengs, and more, all lifelike.

Flowers, birds, fish, and insects were also present, forming beautiful patterns. Plants and trees added vitality, giving it a tangible texture and life force.

"This is..." Ye Fan gasped.

Was the Myriad Origins Cauldron forged this way?

Did his forging of the cauldron now pass through the tribulation of the past? How could it have such a grand aura? He couldn't help but ponder it.

*Rumble!*

The Creation Tribulation was still ongoing. Various plants, fish, insects, immortal spirits, ancient beings, and cosmic galaxies were continuously imprinted onto the cauldron, making it even more vast and ancient. Although the cauldron was not tall, floating before Ye Fan's brows, it seemed to carry a true cosmic world.

Ye Fan repaired his physical body. The golden figure also shone with dazzling divine light, sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures. One golden character after another could be clearly seen being inscribed onto the cauldron. He did his utmost, wanting to imprint the ancient scripture from within the Nine Dragons Coffin onto it.

This scripture was very special, not manifest in the world. Whether it would succeed was unknown; all he could hope for was that it would have some effect.

The Creation Tribulation entered its grandest moment, while Ye Fan, the golden figure, and the cauldron also transformed to their most crucial point.

The golden figure returned to Ye Fan's glabella. He cultivated his physical body and divine consciousness to their peak, crossing a threshold and entering the Saint Realm. All domains trembled!

At the same time, the cauldron rumbled. All the myriad beings on it trembled as if about to come alive. One could even hear the roars of chaotic deities and witness the divine might of Vermilion Birds striking across three thousand worlds.

"Dao, Dao, Dao..."

Inside the cauldron, Dao shouts continuously echoed, majestic and grand, as if coming from primordial times, sounding from the very beginning of heaven and earth's creation.

Billions of bolts of lightning poured down, baptizing the cauldron, making it even more majestic and grand, exuding an inviolable sacred aura. Streaks and strands of this aura pressed down upon the blue skies of all ages.

Within the cauldron, a divine spirit was born, and an immortal will emerged, officially making it an immortal Saint Weapon!

The Myriad Things Mother Qi cascaded down in threads and wisps, creating a hazy expanse. Each wisp was comparable to chaotic sword energy, capable of flattening mountains, rivers, and all things, and also able to withstand star collisions.

Its power was unparalleled. The moment it completed its transformation and sublimation to perfection, the lightning in heaven and earth could no longer harm it in the slightest.

When the cauldron hung above Ye Fan's head, billions of wisps of Mother Qi protected him within. All laws could not invade, nothing could break it, and nothing could approach him. Even the lightning tribulation was blocked outside.

In the distance, the Dragon-Horse bared its teeth, its entire body covered in exposed white bone fragments, a horrific sight. When it saw Ye Fan's situation, it was dumbfounded and nearly assimilated by the power of Dao transformation. It cursed repeatedly, shouting that it was defying the heavens and that there was no justice.

The Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron was complete, truly becoming an immortal Saint Weapon. It swallowed billions of bolts of lightning, and in a brief instant, it nearly devoured all the lightning in the sky!

Ye Fan did not use the cauldron for cover. He let out a long roar heavenward, confronting the final light of the Creation Tribulation, while simultaneously continuing to refine the cauldron.

On his forehead, a luminous white appeared, and ancient characters jumped out one after another. Although difficult to exist for long in the world, they could appear for a brief moment, continuously flying into the cauldron.

The divine spirit born within the cauldron could remember these. At this moment, the cauldron became even more sacred. Besides the swirling Mother Qi, cosmic galaxies and myriad beings also appeared around it.

Hundreds of ancient characters were inscribed into the cauldron, remembered by the divine spirit within. In the future, they would manifest from it into every inch of the cauldron.

"Roar..."

With one roar, the starfield trembled. Ye Fan's body burst forth with billions of wisps of radiant light. The might of a Saint overwhelmed heaven and earth as he unleashed a punch towards the sky, striking at the final tribulation light.

"Gather!"

Finally, with a soft cry, whether it was his physical body, the golden figure, or the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, they all voraciously absorbed the sea of lightning.

Saint might was vast and overwhelming. Without becoming a Saint, one remained but a speck of dust. Once this threshold was crossed, it would be a qualitative transformation, ascending a heavenly ladder and achieving the sublimation of life.

In a sense, Saints and non-Saints were two different types of life forms. Unless one was an Emperor's child or a peerless figure throughout eternity, one could not grasp the essence of this realm while still in the non-Saint realm.

Clearly, the Saint Tribulation was not so simple. The lightning was no longer as terrifying, but a greater threat was about to descend. Ye Fan, with black hair cascading over his shoulders, his lean and strong physique bare, his cold eyes like lightning, gazed towards the firmament like a demonic god.

Indeed, his conjecture came true: the Young Great Emperor appeared!

This ancient starfield had seen the emergence of ancient Great Emperors. The prior permeation of such an aura had already presaged this outcome.

A robust, tall young man appeared, descending from the sea of lightning. His hair was thick, and his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, naturally exuding an aura of peerless dominance within the universe.

Just one person, yet he caused the entire firmament to fall silent. The lightning clearly still existed, and the bolts still intertwined, but the moment this person appeared, heaven and earth seemed to freeze.

Aside from his blurred face, the profound depth of his eyes, the dark blackness of his hair, and the shimmering luster of his body were all clearly visible.

Compared to the time of Immortal Three, Dao Severing, this Young Great Emperor was even more real. It was the true form of a Young Great Emperor when he became a Saint in his golden years!

Ye Fan stood firm, like an unmoving rock. He also possessed an aura like a deep ocean, confronting the figure with cold indifference. He was going to battle this Young Great Emperor.

It was precisely because he saw a more real body that his heart was greatly moved. Every Great Emperor was invincible, unparalleled among their peers, sweeping all before them.

Ye Fan had become a Saint, full of confidence, but not arrogant. Especially upon seeing the true form of a Great Emperor in his youth, he became even more composed.

"Who is this person?" Ye Fan's expression trembled. "An ancient starfield, a star that transformed into Dao, and the ancient Heavenly Court were also mentioned. Could this be a Great Emperor related to the Heavenly Court?"

Was there only one Emperor?

This person came from the chaos. After descending, he was incomparably domineering and immediately threw a punch. His divine might surged, and his thick black hair wildly danced. His power, for a newly ascended Saint, shook the past and illuminated the present!

Ye Fan felt no fear. Instead, his blood boiled. To be able to fight a Great Emperor in their youth, at the same cultivation realm—what regrets could there be?!

"Boom!"

Without hesitation, Ye Fan immediately launched the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, meeting the Young Great Emperor's attack. He met force with force, strength with strength, fiercely battling the formidable figure before him.

A battle between peerless peaks!

This was an intense collision, rarely seen since ancient times—a contest of supremacy at the Young Great Emperor level!

A Great Emperor, a single person—who exactly was he? Ye Fan's heart trembled because at this moment, during their battle, he clearly felt a magnificent and invincible fist intent. The opponent was also using the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist.

A moment later, the person opposite had wildly dancing black hair. Golden blood qi surged into the sky, overwhelming everything, vast and magnificent—identical to his own golden blood qi!