Chapter 1333: Dingbi Spirit Initially Appears

The palpitations were so intense that the golden sacred blood boiled and blazed around his body, burning away the terrifying red hair on his arms.

Ye Fan's heart could not find peace. The universe was vast, and the ancient path stretched far, yet even the traces of a Source Heavenly Master were left upon it?

"Kill!" A Saint King charged forward, a massive bell suspended above his head, roaring. Its sonic waves, like a tsunami, engulfed Ye Fan.

Now was certainly not the time to be stunned; this battle shattered the cosmos. Ye Fan's dark eyes were sharp; he raised his golden fist to strike. His battle intent dominated the heavens, and golden cracks spread around him.

A world-shaking struggle, an unparalleled confrontation.

The great bell boomed, its waves echoing distantly as if spanning eons, conveying the divine might of the one who once possessed the Tyrant Blood of the Heavens. All beings trembled in fear.

Several fragments of the tyrant bell, embedded in the main bell, emitted streams of divine radiance, exuding unmatched dominance. Each stream seemed capable of tearing apart the sun, moon, and stars.

Each time Ye Fan's golden fist swung, these fragments glowed, releasing immortal domineering power. That surge of energy was tumultuous and astonishing, shaking the past and present.

This was enough to tear a Saint King's physical body to shreds!

Ye Fan's physique was strong enough, and above his head, the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things floated, emitting various phenomena to resist, daring to clash head-on with the broken bell.

Suddenly, a whistling sound emanated, causing all the mountains and valleys on the ancient star to tremble. Many ancient lands directly collapsed, and the sky became boundless, filled with an incomparable wild and primal aura.

Inside the cauldron's mouth was a chaotic, unfathomable expanse, impenetrable to sight. From it, a Kunpeng suddenly soared forth, spreading its wings to strike the heavens, confronting the tyrant bell.

This was a divine ability that astonished other experts of the Cang Family, making them tremble and almost collapse to the ground.

This was a depiction on the cauldron's wall, manifesting through the material itself, displaying astonishing power. Under Ye Fan's activation, the Kunpeng seemed to revive and gain life.

"This... it really is the Primordial Cauldron of All Things!" the Saint King exclaimed.

The Kunpeng was a legendary immortal spirit, never seen in the mortal world. Only its impure bloodline descendants, like the Golden-Winged Great Peng, existed among humans, and even these descendants were powerful and terrifying enough.

It lunged at the tyrant bell, displaying unparalleled ferocity, its attacks terrifying and unmatched.

"Clang..."

The great bell resounded as the fierce beast charged against the heavens, clashing repeatedly. If it existed in its true form, it would undoubtedly surpass many species from ancient times.

The Saint King of the Cang clan was alarmed. The laws of this cauldron, having just begun to manifest, were already so powerful, and the battle strength of this ancient bird surpassed many Saints!

If Ye Fan achieved a breakthrough, this cauldron would also continue to evolve, one day becoming a higher-tier weapon, and this ancient bird would certainly become even more ferocious.

If that day truly arrived, and the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things transformed into an Emperor weapon, would the Kunpeng's true form manifest? Just thinking about it was terrifying; the Cang Family Saint King shivered.

The Peng's cry echoed through the sky, shattering heaven and earth.

The fierce bird's wings, when spread, spanned tens of thousands of miles, almost severing the nine heavens. Its golden colossal wings cleaved onto the tyrant bell like broadswords, making it roar deafeningly.

The Saint King activating various forbidden formations felt a chill in his heart. While activating the killing formation, he also came to provide aid and resist.

"Clang..."

The Kunpeng soared across the sky, its colossal claws, forged like gold, gripped the tyrant bell, attempting to tear it apart. The bell waves were incessant, reverberating for hundreds of thousands of miles.

This battle shook the entire ancient star. The Cang clan was the largest force here, unchallenged for over a hundred thousand years, yet now such a great crisis had befallen them.

Many people watched from afar, every one of them terrified.

Crack!

A piece of the great bell was torn off by this ancient bird not found in the mortal world, leaving it somewhat damaged, which was astonishing. Infinite bell waves diffused, shattering the heavens inch by inch, and all unprotected mountains and rivers collapsed.

"Kill..."

The two Saint Kings of the Cang clan roared. The killing formation and the tyrant bell moved in unison to confront Ye Fan. They had not anticipated that this generation's Sacred Body would be so powerful, sending shivers down their spines.

Beyond anything else, just this cauldron alone exceeded their expectations.

Beneath Ye Fan's feet, Source Heavenly patterns continually emerged. The divine formations previously laid down intertwined here, resonating with him, altering mountains and rivers, and harnessing the sun, moon, and stars. Vast divine radiance poured down from beyond the heavens.

He used Source Heavenly patterns to counter the various forbidden grand formations of the Cang family. At this moment, the cauldron above his head shook again, and an ancient ancestor depicted on its wall stepped out from the chaotic mist.

The ancient ancestor was an unparalleled Saint, capable of clashing head-on with the tyrant bell. His physical body was terrifyingly powerful, and from his brow, streams of chaotic sword energy shot forth, their divine might unstoppable.

The tyrant bell rang, each stream of chaotic sword energy shaking heaven and earth, causing the bell to rumble loudly and violently tremble. The incessant sword energy blocked the bell waves, preventing them from spreading.

Ye Fan fought two Saint Kings, gaining the upper hand without pressure. He needed to be wary of the tyrant bell fragments and was also somewhat concerned that the Source Heavenly Master's calamity might befall him.

Therefore, when using his source techniques, he had to divide his attention, fearing that something inauspicious might occur at this critical moment.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound came from underground. Ancient patterns intertwined and shot skyward, causing both Ye Fan's source formation and the Cang clan's forbidden formations to disintegrate.

It was a dazzling light, accompanied by the trembling of dragon veins and the descent of vast starlight from the cosmos, like thousands of silver waterfalls, incredibly magnificent.

Ye Fan's expression changed instantly. These were undoubtedly Source Heavenly patterns, with a mastery far surpassing his own, capable of not only altering mountains and rivers but also borrowing the power of the starry river.

He had long known that the Source Heavenly Master was not the ultimate peak, as the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Ancestor had told him this when they jointly defended the Divine Spirit Valley in the Northern Territory.

And the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Ancestor's astonishing performance at that time also demonstrated all of this: lost for ten millennia, covered in red hair, yet upon awakening, he could single-handedly suppress the Ancestral Kings of ancient clans!

Traces of the Source Heavenly Master lineage were found here, buried deep underground. The patterns revived, starlight and moonlight descended, and the earth's dragon qi ascended, creating a harmonious interplay between heaven and earth.

Soaring dragons rose together, the sun and moon trembled, and brilliant starlight merged with ethereal dragon qi, making this land strange and terrifying.

"Ah!" The Saint King controlling the forbidden formation cried out. He was blasted away, severely wounded, and profusely spitting blood.

"Clang..."

The tyrant bell resonated distantly, having also suffered an attack. The Saint King beneath the bell changed color, retreating desperately, using the colossal bell to block. This was because that spot was the exit for the mysterious underground power, and he was the first to bear its brunt.

Ye Fan also recalled the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things to protect himself and quickly rushed into the distance. He realized that everything had been triggered by his use of source techniques.

"There's an ancient Source Heavenly formation underground. When was this built?" He was greatly surprised. The Cang family had lived here for over a hundred thousand years; how could they have allowed someone to set up a formation beneath their feet?

Even the era of the first generation patriarch of the Source Heavenly Master lineage in the Eastern Wasteland wasn't necessarily that ancient. Who could have set this up?

"Kill!"

At this moment, Ye Fan showed no hesitation. He seized the opportunity to rush towards the high heavens and strike down his opponents!

The underground patterns were terrifying, destroying all the forbidden formations deep within the Cang family's ancient land. It was a dreadful, overwhelming sweep.

The patterns intertwined, spreading to every corner. The two Saint Kings roared in fury. This was the painstaking effort of countless generations, and who knew how many divine materials had been consumed to lay down these grand formations; they were the culmination of their blood and sweat.

Yet, in this instant, all ceased to exist, especially their mountain-guarding ancient formation, which was disintegrating, making their hearts bleed.

This was a peak Great Saint-level formation, but unfortunately, some of its patterns had eroded over the years, requiring gradual activation for its revival. The two Saint Kings were full of confidence, intending to use it to trap and destroy Ye Fan, but now it had exploded. The underground patterns spread upwards, utterly destroying it.

Ye Fan shook his head. He had already used his unparalleled source techniques to clearly detect a terrifying setup here. Had the Great Saint formation not been destroyed, he would not have stepped into such a perilous place.

"Ah..."

A miserable shriek erupted. The Saint King who controlled the formation, now stripped of the patterns' protection, faced Ye Fan directly and suffered the most dreadful assault.

Ye Fan manifested the Dou Zhan Saint Technique, and the Great Emperor Sword appeared, bisecting the man at the waist, sending blood showering. The Dao Sword streaked across the sky like a great dragon, incomparably sharp, its dragon head held high as if it could cleave through all heavens and myriad realms.

Ye Fan stood with his sword, and with the second strike, he completely destroyed the man's physical body, leaving only a spirit, which he instantly captured.

"You..." The other Saint King was startled and enraged, striving to rescue him. Being defeated by the Sacred Body and having their ancient land breached was unacceptable to him.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan vibrated the cauldron, sending it crashing into the tyrant bell. The sound was like a boundless, surging flood, making ears ring.

The man desperately resisted using the tyrant bell fragments, yet it changed nothing. The great bell suddenly cracked on its own, and several fragments glowed intensely, flying towards the outer reaches of space.

"Hmm?" Ye Fan was startled. He tried to block them with the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things, but he did not succeed.

The tyrant bell fragments had actually revived on their own. Within them was an immortal law power, emitting faint wisps of Emperor's might as they vanished into the heavens.

"Pfft!"

This Saint King was shattered by the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things. His physical body was destroyed, and his spirit, trying to escape, was instantly suppressed by the cauldron, unable to move a single inch.

The battle ended. The Cang family's land became a ruined expanse, with broken walls and crumbled peaks, almost leveled. Had it not been for the protection of those formations, this place would have been reduced to dust, leaving nothing behind.

After Ye Fan ceased his source technique assault, the underground source formation immediately receded, no longer spreading or expanding.

The other members of the Cang clan all fled. If even two Saint Kings were no match, how dared they fight? They were simply not on the same level. And Ye Fan, not wishing to go on a rampage, did not pursue them.

In the ruins, Ye Fan stood on the rubble, not immediately exploring the underground source formation. Instead, he observed the spirits of the two Saint Kings. He wanted to understand the secrets of the past and also to see what was special about the Tyrant Body.

"The Sacred Body's home planet has become a dead star..." He was momentarily dazed, never expecting to learn such a secret immediately upon his inquiry.

The Sacred Body and the Tyrant Blood of the Heavens lineage had been vying for supremacy since ancient times, natural archenemies long before the Big Dipper Sacred Body era. Their contention surprisingly involved "achieving Dao."

Suddenly, a clear sword hum emanated from a broken mountain ahead. Ye Fan abruptly looked up and flew towards it.

This was an important area, but unfortunately, everything was destroyed except for a single jade jar. Now, cracks appeared on it, and it suddenly exploded.

Streaks of purple blood splattered onto the rocks, incredibly dazzling, as if transformed from divine light, capable of penetrating bluestone, immensely domineering.

"Tyrant Blood of the Heavens..."

Two beams of light shot from Ye Fan's eyes. He stared at the brilliant purple blood, seeing through to its essence and capturing wisps of the laws of order.

Suddenly, a terrifying figure materialized, composed of purple blood, with a tall, imposing posture and overwhelming domineering aura.

"It's him... It's actually him!" Two brilliant rays shot from Ye Fan's eyes. He knew who it was even before the figure fully materialized.