Chapter 1353: Du Shen

Chapter 1355: Redeeming the Deity

The Daoist traditions left by the Three Pure Ones should be one of the most powerful inheritances throughout history; it is impossible for them to be useless!

“The heart’s source is clear, one illumination shatters myriad illusions. Qi is strong in battle, myriad sensations cease with one breath. With a single mind, observe all things…” Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the void, becoming increasingly ethereal, as if transmitting sounds from beyond heaven and earth.

Above his head, the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron floated, adorned with various shimmering runes, cascading Mother Qi from the era of creation, making him appear even more indistinct.

Every word of the ancient scripture struck like metal and stone, clanging and resounding, echoing through the cosmos, illuminating the universe. It exuded an aura of extreme yang and rigidity, absolving the deity thought facing him.

At this moment, the Demon Venerable hesitated, pacing back and forth, deeply wary of this scripture. It seemed to inherently counteract his malevolent yin spirit, capable of shattering it.

“Roar…” He roared in agony, suffering immense torment, even feeling an urge to turn and leave.

He stretched his limbs, looked up into the depths of the firmament, facing the myriad stars, and roared in fury. This made everyone tremble, as wisps of a supreme aura permeated the air.

Boom! The sky collapsed and the earth shattered; that area became chaotic fragments, and everything fell into ruin. The deity thought fought desperately, preventing the chanting from approaching. No one had expected such a violent reaction from him!

“Is this the complete Scripture of Absolution!?” exclaimed a white-haired elder deep in the starry sky.

“It is a complete ancient scripture. Ordinary people might not know about it, but we are well aware that its origins are profound!” another elder said with a solemn expression.

From beginning to end, both elders remained detached, as if observing the battle from outside the battlefield. Unlike other cultivators, their beings were in harmony with the Great Dao of the universe.

In the eyes of some ancient saints, the Scripture of Absolution was not considered the profound scripture of a Human Emperor. People only knew that it possessed extraordinary miraculous uses, capable of absolving all living beings, incredibly mysterious and peerless.

Yet, at present, it displayed such unparalleled power, astonishing the heroes.

For endless ages, few have been able to collect the complete scripture. This led some to believe that the full text might even be an Emperor's Scripture, adding much mystery to it.

“In the primordial green sky of old, azure songs echoed through the void, across the Great Floating Land. All heavens' suns and moons, the stars and celestial spheres, mountains and seas hid clouds, the sky was free of floating shadows…”

Ye Fan, solemn and reverent, chanted the immortal scripture, seeking to transform this demon born of yin. Dao light flowed around him, and he sat cross-legged in the nine heavens like a golden-bodied Dao Ancestor, with rivers of stars turning upside down and chaotic qi blurring the surroundings.

Threads of immortal light shot out, like immortal swords slicing towards the deity thought, clanging as if from the primordial beginning, piercing eternity and dazzling brilliantly.

“Ugh…” Gray mist surged, and the Demon Master let out long wails, shaking the vast cosmos. Yin energy swept like a surging ocean, making the heroes feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Just how powerful was this Demon King? Once again, it surpassed everyone's expectations; every divine ray formed from the Scripture of Absolution that struck it was obliterated.

He took another step forward, advancing with yin energy and demonic might that filled the sky. His eyes held endless coldness and ruthlessness, and he extended a terrifying palm, seizing forward.

Whoosh! Around Ye Fan, golden rays of light shot skyward, like the flames of apotheosis lit on a Dao-conferring platform. Ancient runes intertwined there.

This was a forbidden formation from the Source Heaven Technique, which he had obtained from Wu Yi, the fourth generation Source Heaven Ancestor. It spread all around him. He sat on an altar, surrounded by dense Dao marks.

Blood dripped from Ye Fan's fingertips. Golden blood flowed along the divine patterns, like golden serpents swimming, instantly forming a golden array that merged with the Dao patterns.

A colossal sound rumbled here, like the creation of heaven and earth. The starfield trembled, and primordial immortal light danced.

Supremely divine and sacred, utterly rigid and yang, this forbidden formation emitted an ethereal immortal mist, enveloping Ye Fan and isolating him from all the gray yin mist.

Moreover, the Scripture of Absolution grew even grander, seemingly echoing from the mythical ages of antiquity. It boomed like a great bell, deafening and enlightening, awakening all who heard it.

“Ah…” The deity thought roared, clusters of yin mist exploding from its body, which trembled uncontrollably. Facing the supremely divine and sacred pure-yang formation and the complete Scripture of Absolution, it suffered injuries.

After all, this was not an ordinary young Daoist chanting scriptures, but a super-being at the eighth layer of the Saint realm suppressing gods and devils. Its power was unimaginable.

Radiance after radiance flew out, and auspicious colors continuously bloomed from Ye Fan's mouth. Eventually, sweet dew descended from the heavens, and divine golden lotuses, fragrant and dazzling, emerged in the void.

This place became a sacred pure land!

Every ancient character Ye Fan chanted manifested tangibly, as if cast from metal, transforming into the size of mountains. They flew towards the Demon Venerable, suppressing it.

This was a continuous process of absolution. The mountain-sized metallic ancient characters crushed the eternal void, absolving all human yin energy. The gray mist melted like ice and snow, sizzling as it completely vanished.

The deity thought struggled in agony. A wisp of black blood seeped through its black cloak, annihilating the void and emitting an aura of ultimate evil. It was wounded during the continuous absolution.

This was an inherent suppression; the Scripture of Absolution was created precisely for these yin spirits, ghosts, and deities. It possessed immense destructive power; even a mortal silently chanting it could achieve some effect.

Behind it, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood transformed into a storm, surging towards Ye Fan, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths, making the starfield rumble.

Star after star exploded, countless Dao patterns were obliterated, including the unactivated ancient formations of the Heavenly Court, as if undergoing a primordial cleansing.

“Pfft.” Ye Fan coughed up blood, suffering extremely severe injuries. An aura of ultimate yin penetrated the golden formation, which couldn't defend against it, making him feel as if he had fallen into the Nine Netherworld, chilled from head to toe.

In an instant, his entire body was reduced to exposed, blood-soaked white bones, large areas of his golden flesh completely corroded, a truly horrifying sight.

Ye Fan was in agonizing pain, as if countless ghosts were gnawing at his body. The gray mist, constantly regenerating after being dispelled, enveloped him. He circulated the 'Zhe' character secret art while continuously chanting the Scripture of Absolution, daring not to stop.

This was a powerful deity thought, capable of easily slaying Saint Kings. Had Ye Fan not possessed the golden forbidden formation and the Scripture of Absolution, he would have long been in grave danger!

In the firmament, the heroes felt it even more deeply as the gray yin mist surged. Meteorites exploded one after another, and even massive planets were torn into pieces, terrifying to the extreme. Several cultivators with profound cultivation, who were too daring or too close, failed to evade in time. Their forms shattered instantly, their spiritual senses extinguished, a truly gruesome sight.

What immense power was this? Two Saint Kings couldn't even let out a grunt; they were directly turned into cosmic dust by the fluctuations of this yin mist.

The heroes understood that this deity thought was even more terrifying than they had imagined. To approach it would be certain death; it was simply too formidable.

At this point, people understood even more clearly how difficult it was for Ye Fan. He bore the brunt of the attack and remarkably survived, albeit in a wretched state, almost reduced to a skeleton. Nevertheless, such a display was enough to shake the world.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Suddenly, a jade-green light shot up, dispelling the yin mist around Ye Fan and igniting a supreme yang divine flame, restoring tranquility to the area.

A lone lamp appeared, suspended in the void, appearing eerie and mysterious. Its flame flickered, not particularly strong, but it definitely possessed the divine effect of suppressing yin spirits and evil entities.

At the wick, a small old man sat cross-legged. He slowly opened his eyes, smiled eerily, and instantly spat out a divine fire, rushing towards the aggressive Demon Master in front.

“Ugh…” The deity thought let out an extremely unwilling shriek, and wisps of black blood dripped from its feet; it had suffered a heavy blow.

It continuously retreated, and traces of wavering appeared in its ruthless and cold eyes. It stared incessantly at the ancient lamp, seemingly deep in thought.

Not only the deity thought but also everyone else was startled. What kind of divine lamp was this, that it could actually force the deity thought to retreat?!

It was cast from bronze, with a peculiar shape: a human body with a ghost face, which was somewhat unnerving, especially the small old man formed from the wick, whose smile was too eerie.

The bronze lamp was covered in green rust, its mottled surface exuding ancient charm. It actually suppressed the deity thought, making it dare not approach.

This was the Coffin-Suppressing Lamp Ye Fan had obtained beneath the Great Thunderclap Temple on the ancient planet Yinghuo (Mars). It could not be regarded as an ordinary magical artifact, for it was a secret weapon that held no offensive power against normal people but possessed world-shaking divine might against yin spirits.

Ye Fan firmly believed that this lamp could suppress many yin-formed beings in the world, as it was originally a terrifying magical artifact used by Sakyamuni to suppress the deity thought of the Great Accomplishment Saint Body.

To this day, no one could clearly explain its origin.

“This… could it be that ancient artifact from the mythical era, how did it fall into his hands?” The two white-haired elders in the depths of the starry sky were shocked.

“Indeed, it closely resembles the descriptions in ancient records: a human body with a ghost face, personally forged by the Celestial Venerable Lingbao, filling the underworld with fear.”

No one could hear their conversation. At this moment, everyone was focused on the battlefield, having not expected Ye Fan to be able to block the seemingly invincible deity thought at such a crucial moment.

“Ten cycles of absolution, a hundred demons' hidden rhymes, natural separation and convergence, the primal red script of chaos, the supreme truth of nothingness…”

Ye Fan, with a solemn and majestic appearance, transformed into an undying Dao Venerable. The scripture he chanted became even grander, causing all heavens to resonate. Moreover, his golden flesh regenerated, his injuries vanished, and his body recovered, making him appear even more unfathomable.

The human-bodied ghost-faced lamp blazed, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earths, penetrating all mist and yin energy. It locked onto the deity thought, intending to burn it completely.

The deity thought possessed heaven-shaking magic power, but at this moment, it couldn't exert it. It trembled beneath the ancient lamp, its entire yin energy sealed.

Suddenly, its black cloak, which had been covering its head, flew up. It violently threw its head back towards the sky, letting out a roar that shattered the cosmos. Its ghostly hair danced wildly, infinitely terrifying.

Everyone was stunned. As star after star exploded, it also revealed its true appearance: a pale face, strikingly similar to a real ancient physical body!

“Who is he? Why does he look so familiar? I seem to have seen this figure in an ancient mural!”

“Is that his true face? The malevolent thought of an ancient Great Emperor… he is the being from the stone carving, a product of ancient supreme beings' pursuit of immortality, truly horrifying!”

The two elders deep in the starry sky were shaken. The more they understood, the greater their fear. Upon seeing that pale face, their hearts pounded violently.

“Saint Body, I’m here!” A majestic figure appeared; the Hegemon stood beneath the firmament, exuding boundless purple qi. It had to be said that his combat power was astonishing; he had actually fought his way from the yin-fish area and entered the yang-fish section of the Grand Ultimate Immortal Diagram.

Ye Fan stood up, his expression solemn. An ancient lamp hung beside his shoulder as he stood on the golden dharma platform, like an ancient Emperor on a Dao-conferring platform, his gaze flickering, encompassing all living beings and myriad things.

“Boom!” With a pointing gesture of his right hand, the ancient lamp left behind by the Celestial Venerable Lingbao surged towards the deity thought, burning down the starfield.

“Awoo…” The deity thought roared, rapidly retreating, daring not to touch the ancient artifact left by the Daoist Three Pure Ones.

“Bang!” It crashed into the Hegemon's body, splattering purple blood. The Hegemon's majestic form was nearly torn apart, his upper and lower body separated, revealing stark white bone fragments.