Chapter 1357: Purple Blood Flight

**Chapter 1359: Violet Blood Soars**

The Bell of Wushi rang out, shaking the world!

So many years had passed; even Great Emperors had long since ascended, yet now, why was a bell ringing within Purple Mountain?

Everyone in the world was stunned. All cultivators trembled, filled with a soul-deep reverence for the name Wushi. Whenever it was mentioned, their blood flow would accelerate.

He was the epitome of supremacy and invincibility. While mortals might be unaware, the name Wushi had always circulated among the strongest, enduring and constantly discussed.

Silence reigned in all directions!

Only the bell's chime resonated; all other sounds vanished. The entire world listened to the bell, gazing towards Purple Mountain, as powerful figures trembled and knelt in that direction.

Chime after chime, the bell's waves spread, resounding throughout Beidou. They harmed no one and destroyed no forbidden zones, merely serving as a mournful lament, imbued with a sense of desolation.

Even long after the bell's sound faded, people remained petrified, struggling to regain their composure.

“He must have died long ago, having passed away facing away from all beings eighty thousand years ago. I once felt that terrifying ripple that shook all ages; heaven and earth themselves trembled.”

“That man was truly too powerful, but regrettably, he too succumbed to the passage of time!”

Within several major life forbidden zones, ancient voices finally emerged, expressing extreme wariness towards Wushi, coupled with both relief and lament.

As time flowed, one great being after another aged and passed on. The strongest supreme prodigies of all ages departed one by one, never to be seen again, which was truly regrettable.

“That incident eighty thousand years ago truly astonished everyone; no one expected him to live into such recent times.”

“What a pity for such a man, who ultimately could only fade away alone in a desolate mountain. If he were to appear again, there would be only one possibility: that he stands within the Immortal Realm.”

“Impossible. The path to immortality is destined to be solitary. The world will never see him again; he couldn't have entered the Immortal Realm eighty thousand years in advance!”

The major forbidden zones gradually calmed down. They knew it wasn't Great Emperor Wushi himself, but merely a bell he had left in the mortal realm, ringing softly to bid farewell to the Human Sovereign.

The true Great Emperor Wushi had already become a handful of ashes eighty thousand years ago, having passed into solitary meditation, his back to all beings, consumed by the passage of time.

The Wushi Bell chimed faintly. The moment its waves ceased, falling flowers around Purple Mountain drifted, transforming into a colossal coffin that streaked across the sky. Astonishingly, it arrived at the very spot where the Human Sovereign had vanished, transforming into a rain of light, and scattered downwards.

Few could discern its meaning; most people remained unaware of what had transpired.

Finally, Purple Mountain returned to a deathly silence, not a single sound emanating from it, once again at peace with heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, the major life forbidden zones also fell into an eternal monotony, devoid of any ripples, akin to a desolate land where all life had perished.

The Human Sovereign's return was a fleeting journey, a momentary flicker like the epiphyllum flower, and with it, the dramatic events of Beidou once again concluded.

Deep within the starry sky, the young generation of supremes continued their contention, vibrant and fervent, fighting passionately for their path to emperorship.

On the ancient starry path, the Great Demon God, the Human King, Di Tian, Immortal Fairy Qingshi, and others competed, vying for the title of the greatest deity in the ancient human lands!

In the Fiftieth Human City, Ye Fan confronted Overlord, ready to decide their fate in a life-or-death battle.

Ye Fan moved his hands, laying down endless forbidden arrays. Golden blood dripped from his ten fingers, fully activating the entire forbidden formation, isolating Overlord and nearly refining his opponent!

Meanwhile, he gazed into the distance at Beidou, lost in thought. A human-bodied, ghost-faced lamp accompanied him, flickering with an eerie firelight that enhanced his incredibly mysterious aura.

He was pondering the Scripture of Salvation and the secrets of the ancient Great Emperors.

Burying corpses in places of profound mystery that draw upon the essence of heaven and earth can lead to terrifying and unpredictable transformations.

In the mythical era, supreme corpses would transform to produce "Spirit Gods," bearing the Mark of Samsara. There were legends of burying one's future life, along with other unknown and strange methods of transformation.

Considering this, it was truly astonishing that Lingbao Heavenly Venerate created the Scripture of Salvation. What exactly did he foresee? Could it be that a dark corpse calamity was destined to occur?

Ye Fan pondered many things in an instant. Though it hadn't occurred in the past, would a Heavenly Venerate's corpse calamity happen in the future? Even a brief contemplation sent shivers down his spine.

What did Lingbao Heavenly Venerate foresee that led him to create such a seemingly useless Taoist method? Yet it has endured through the ages, as if meant to deter future calamities!

Beside Ye Fan, the human-bodied, ghost-faced lamp emitted a faint, eerie glow, from which chanting sounds emerged. It was the complete Scripture of Salvation, the orthodox lineage of Lingbao Heavenly Venerate, generating a strange and mysterious power.

A faint emerald light shot forth, and the blood altar nearby inexplicably dimmed, its last wisp of corpse qi vanishing completely.

Ye Fan grew alert, his eyes shining brilliantly.

At the same time, within the golden Source Heaven Formation, Overlord roared, growing even more frustrated. Constantly suppressed by unexpected turns, he was at a disadvantage, driven to furious hatred. He roared, “I shall drink your blood to quell my fury!”

His body blazed fiercely as he employed forbidden laws, tearing open a fissure to break free from the formation.

Hearing this, Ye Fan’s lips curled into a hint of coldness. He clasped his hands, evolving an even more intricate Source Art formation. The Taiyin and Taiyang fish intertwined and rotated, and an immortal diagram depicting the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers rose into the air, akin to a Stellar River Seal descending.

Amidst the booming tremors of the cosmos, the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers intertwined as the ancient formation revived, boiling forth with dazzling golden light. Meteorites and the terrestrial landscape merged into one, transforming into a towering Divine Seal.

This was the fusion of Ye Fan's Dao and Source Art. The formation condensed into the Yin-Yang Life-Death Samsara Seal, a synthesis of rigidity and flexibility, supremely powerful and immense, sweeping through the cosmic starry sky.

“Boom!”

The immense Divine Seal descended, striking Overlord and causing him to bleed from all seven orifices. His body, riddled with jagged white bone fragments, was sent flying across the starry sky, leaving large streaks of blood in its wake.

Everyone stared in disbelief. This was the renowned Overlord, yet he was sent flying like a scarecrow—it was simply inconceivable!

The golden formation combined with the Divine Seal forged by Ye Fan, representing the pinnacle of his secret arts integrated with array techniques.

“Ah…”

Overlord roared in fury, his heart burning with indignation. Suppressed by the formation in this unique region, he was resentful and defiant. How could his unyielding nature tolerate such humiliation?

Ye Fan remained cold and merciless. He formed hand seals, his entire body radiating immeasurable light, as the ancient forbidden formation beneath his feet reactivated once more.

*Rumble!*

A pair of colossal golden hands, shrouded in vast silver brilliance, seemed to cleave open heaven and earth. The cosmos appeared to be inverted, tearing open countless void fissures as chaotic fragments continuously exploded.

Finally, these colossal golden hands, forming a divine seal, smashed down!

Overlord let out a tragic howl. His body was nearly severed, his bones starkly visible, and purple blood splattered everywhere. He resisted with all his might, wishing he could instantly reach Ye Fan and cleave him in two, yet reality was unsparing.

Under the supreme formation of the ancient Heavenly Court, he could not move an inch. His entire body was covered in purple blood, and as the golden Divine Seal descended, he was crushed, his bones shattered and tendons snapped.

Even possessing the supreme constitution of the Sky Tyrant Bloodline was of no avail!

Ye Fan's colossal golden hands slowly pressed down, as if a vast continent were descending. Overlord was suppressed, his body drenched in purple blood, nearly reduced to a pulp.

“You still dare to speak of drinking my blood?” Ye Fan’s gaze shifted, as ancient as if from a million years past. Standing within this formation, he resembled an absolute sovereign.

Overlord’s long hair was disheveled, purple blood splattered. His eyes, filled with a wild glint, still held an aggressive intensity. He roared, “Do you dare to fight me properly?!”

“How shall we fight? You sought to suppress me with a higher realm. Now I am suppressing you with my own magical arts—is that not fair enough?!” Ye Fan said coldly.

His clothes unsullied by blood, he stood elegant and agile beneath the starry sky, surrounded by cosmic rivers. He appeared detached and ethereal, as if a true immortal had descended upon the world.

Overlord’s veins on his forehead pulsed, and he gnashed his teeth, unable to articulate his bitterness. What was originally meant to be a battle between equals had now devolved to this point.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan gave him no opportunity. He moved his hands, condensing the immense formation into a treasured seal, which he then smashed down once more, intending to completely dispatch Overlord.

He forged a Sun-Moon Mountain-River Seal, where the formation and Dao principles merged into a unified entity, truly dominating the cosmos!

This was an unparalleled heavy blow. Strands of golden Dao light from the condensed formation bore down, crushing the cosmos. Overlord, unable to evade in time, was directly struck.

*Crack!*

First, his arms snapped, and his body was sent flying. As he retreated, the golden treasured seal of the formation pursued him, striking his body directly.

It was a gruesome sight: his body was cleaved into two, purple blood gushed forth, his spine shattered, and bone fragments scattered in all directions, a truly horrifying spectacle.

“Clang!”

A single chime of the bell brought peace to the world. A colossal purple bell burst forth from Overlord’s body—it was his artifact. It hovered above his bisected form, letting fall strands of divine bell-wave power, protecting him.

“This battle should conclude!” Ye Fan stated coldly.

“No, this battle is far from over! I will truly fight you, each relying on our learned skills, a battle without any realm difference!” Overlord roared, utterly unwilling to concede. He believed his true strength was unmatched among those of his cultivation level.

Ye Fan stood within the stellar river, unsullied and with his robes fluttering, appearing like an immortal who had transcended worlds. He gazed at Overlord coldly, then after a long silence, he said, “Since you insist, I shall grant you this opportunity.”

“No!” In the distance, Dragon Horse, Golden Lion, Scorpio, and others cried out in alarm.

“This cannot be!” Yang Yunteng stamped his foot in urgency, fearing that Ye Fan would fall into a trap and suffer a severe loss to Overlord.

All the powerful figures also showed peculiar expressions. Ye Fan originally held the absolute upper hand; did he truly intend to alter this situation and engage in a bloody battle?

“Very well then, I shall surely slaughter you!” Overlord bared a mouthful of snow-white teeth, like a wild beast, and spoke chillingly.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the golden formation roared, descending from the heavens to suppress and annihilate him. Boundless starlight poured down, vast as a sea.

“You don’t keep your word!” Overlord roared, activating the great bell above his head to resist.

“Clang…”

The bell chimed softly, and the purple bell trembled violently. Overlord’s newly reassembled body was torn apart once more, drenched in blood. He had suffered unimaginably severe damage.

Within the remnant formation of the ancient Heavenly Court, no matter how immense his divine abilities, he found it impossible to resist. When the ancient formation shook, the sun, moon, and stars themselves seemed to fall—how could a mere flesh-and-blood body withstand that?

Even possessing the supreme constitution of the Sky Tyrant Bloodline was of no avail!

Ye Fan replied with icy coldness, “I always keep my word. I will strike you until your realm plummets, until your essence gradually erodes, until you are reduced to a Saint. Then, in a battle of the same cultivation level, I shall slaughter you!”

“You…” Overlord was so enraged that he spat blood, yet he had nothing to say. He was the one who had first suppressed Ye Fan with a higher realm, but now he was being suppressed and annihilated by someone in a lower realm.