Chapter 1360: Fall of the Curtain

Chapter 1362: The Curtain Falls

The young supreme of the Heavenly Tyrant Bloodline was struck, his body severed into two halves. His lower half plummeted, while his upper half flew diagonally away, revealing gruesome bone fragments and spilling large quantities of purple blood.

The mighty figures stood motionless as if cursed, utterly silent, their bodies appearing frozen, in a deathly stillness.

Beneath the starry sky, Ye Fan stood alone, his robes fluttering. His mind was clear, devoid of any killing intent, his expression serene and composed as he calmly watched the sun and moon revolve and the galaxy sparkle.

He had entered the Divine Interdiction realm, experiencing a profound and mystical state. His physical body and primordial spirit had reached their peak, his entire being luminous and flawless!

The moment he stepped into this realm, his Dao body immediately vanished, involuntarily transforming into a wisp of clear energy that returned to his true form. His flesh flowed with a crystalline, immortal radiance. This was a person's strongest state.

“Ah…”

The young supreme of the Heavenly Tyrant Bloodline cried out, filled with humiliation. He was indignant about this battle; despite possessing immense battle power, he was always at a disadvantage, completely suppressed by his opponent!

This had never happened before. Since his debut, he had always swept aside opponents, advancing triumphantly, and no one had ever been able to stop his progress. But now he was a loser, repeatedly tasting defeat and suffering continuous injuries. For him, it was a massive blow!

A divine flame appeared in the starry sky. The Hegemon, covered in blood and with disheveled hair, activated the 'Zhe' Secret Art on his own. His whole body blazed, repairing his injuries with divine essence blood.

He was unwilling to accept this, filled with anger. He refused to fall into despair, determined to defeat his sworn enemy in his best state—to defeat the Holy Body from Burial Emperor Star and wash away his humiliation.

“I will fight with my strongest state, forge my path, display my divine abilities, and be the sole supreme being in this world!”

The Hegemon roared. This was his fighting spirit, his indomitable will. Undying divine power surged, his entire body dazzling brightly as his injuries were healed and he reached his optimal state.

Boom!

The Hegemon exuded a terrifying aura that dominated the nine heavens, like a galaxy in motion, emanating his most powerful divine energy fluctuations. His entire body radiated blazing purple light.

With a crack, a pair of golden Kunpeng wings grew from his back, spanning across the nine heavens!

Dong… Bell waves spread, deafening. From within his glabella, a tiny purple figure stepped out, transforming into a fist-sized purple divine bell!

Roar…

A dragon's roar shook the nine heavens. A pair of terrifying dragon horns emerged from his thick hair. An unparalleled dragon's might swept forth, filling the vast starry sky with a sense of oppression.

These were all his divine forms, now coalescing into one, showcasing the terrifying aspect of the Heavenly Tyrant Bloodline and amassing its greatest strengths.

The Tyrant Bloodline possessed nine divine forms, which continuously manifested as cultivation deepened, such as the Kunpeng divine form, the Great Bell Dao body, and the True Dragon Dharma form.

These divine forms varied in appearance; some were legendary immortal beasts, others were the world's most powerful weapons, and some were direct manifestations of a Dao body.

The Hegemon had already cultivated four or five divine forms. At this moment, he chose the strongest combination, integrating their advantages and displaying them, elevating his battle stance to its peak!

Everyone gasped. Ordinary people would struggle to cultivate even one divine form in a lifetime; this was an extremely difficult process, a Dao fruit hard to obtain, and only peerless prodigies could succeed.

Yet, the Hegemon alone had cultivated four or five divine forms, and in the future, he could achieve all nine, eventually fusing them into one. This was truly terrifying to the extreme.

At this moment, let alone fighting, just his aura was awe-inspiring. The Hegemon's entire body surged with purple light, like a burning deity unleashing immortal power.

These heaven-dominating, earth-shattering fluctuations made even the Saints tremble. As the last few divine phoenix feathers appeared on his body, a resonant clang shattered heaven and earth, the feathers of the Immortal Phoenix divine form ringing out like a hundred thousand heavenly swords.

He had gathered the strongest attributes of four or five divine forms onto himself, reaching the extreme of his current realm. He could absolutely disdain other powerful lords at this level and look down upon the vast universe.

As the young supreme of the Heavenly Tyrant Bloodline, it was no wonder he had dominated the Human Race Ancient Road for decades, remaining invincible. With this battle stance unleashed, who could contend with him?

Although the Great Demon God, Human King, Di Tian, and others had never truly fought him, mutually wary of each other, it was conceivable that the Hegemon's strongest battle stance was currently almost unstoppable, and few could rival him!

Today, Ye Fan had forced him to this point. This was his greatest trump card and last resort, but he had no choice but to reveal it before the world.

“Kill!”

The Hegemon roared, charging forward. Unparalleled battle energy raged across the star domain. He was truly the sole supreme being, terrifying beyond measure!

Behind him, a pair of Kunpeng wings unfolded, dominating the universe, as if capable of crushing three thousand worlds. And from his glabella, the bell formed by the tiny purple figure continuously vibrated, spreading ripples of divine sense that could kill anything, specifically targeting primordial spirits.

Additionally, the Immortal Phoenix feathers, True Dragon horns, and other forms also tore through heaven and earth, each displaying their might, shaking everyone to their core.

Ye Fan was moved. He had to admit that the Heavenly Tyrant Bloodline was indeed worthy of being the Holy Body's sworn enemy; there was reason to it. This strongest battle state was incomparably awe-inspiring, with battle power defying the heavens.

Everyone was shocked. They had originally thought this battle was over, the Hegemon suffering regret, unable to recover, and about to perish. Who would have thought that at this critical moment, he would reveal his greatest trump card and launch a desperate counterattack.

Everyone was stunned, including the Human Race Protectors, who couldn't help but gasp. With this invincible posture, who could contend with him? He was truly invincible.

Even if Ye Fan had been astonishing and displayed heaven-defying power moments ago, it wasn't certain he could win. Now, everything was filled with suspense. Everyone held their breath, watching intently.

The outcome of the battle might be revealed at this very moment, determining the final victor!

Ye Fan remained calm and composed. He stayed within the Divine Interdiction realm, not withdrawing, allowing him to look down upon the world, even when facing the Hegemon's strongest battle stance.

Under normal circumstances, Ye Fan would have to fight desperately, but entering this realm was enough for him to disdain all on the Human Race Ancient Road. As long as he didn't exit this state, even gods of the same rank would be suppressed.

Boom!

The Hegemon charged, incomparably astonishing. Such a formidable figure was rarely seen throughout history, a hero that appeared only a few times through the ages!

Unfortunately, he had encountered Ye Fan, whose current state was too profound. Only by becoming a Great Emperor could one permanently reside in this realm. Yet, Ye Fan had touched upon it and stood within it now. Who among his generation could rival him?

The purple bell body at the Hegemon's glabella vibrated violently, shattering the starry sky. His Kunpeng wings sliced through one asteroid after another, and the Immortal Phoenix feathers tore through the universe, like a hundred thousand immortal swords dancing wildly, magnificent and dazzling!

All the Saints admired him, while many weaker cultivators nearly prostrated themselves on the ground. This invincible posture was too shocking, truly rare in history.

Even the Protectors were captivated, nodding continuously, believing he had now surpassed himself and displayed the qualifications to become a supreme ruler on the Emperor Road.

However, at this very moment, everything suddenly changed, freezing everyone's astonished expressions on their faces.

The Hegemon was like a divine flower blooming to its most magnificent stage, but was abruptly snapped at its most beautiful point, falling from its stem, shattered into crystalline petals, fading into desolate decay.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock. Then a sense of emptiness rose within them, and finally, endless fear.

Ye Fan was calm as an immortal. No golden vital energy surged from him, nor were there powerful divine energy fluctuations, no extraordinary phenomena or Dao body secret arts. He simply stood there calmly and casually waved his hand forward.

The Hegemon charged with his strongest battle stance, achieving perfection. The entire universe resonated, as if heaven and earth were being forged. His battle power, for his realm, could be described as shaking the past and illuminating the present.

But under Ye Fan's single wave, he immediately flew horizontally, like a puppet struck by a large iron hammer. His entire body fractured; his several divine forms, combined, could not withstand it.

Pfft!

The Hegemon spat blood, covered in injuries. He was sent flying tens of thousands of feet away, then exploded with a bang in mid-air, purple blood and bone fragments splattering—a gruesome sight.

All his divine forms shattered, disintegrated by a single strike from Ye Fan!

The Hegemon's body was torn into four pieces, his blood staining the outer reaches of the domain.

This should have been his most glorious moment, yet he was struck down into hell by Ye Fan, his radiance abruptly extinguished. At the Hegemon's most brilliant instant, he was shattered, becoming a tragic splendor.

People were at a loss. This was completely unlike what they had expected. Even if Ye Fan was astonishing and heaven-defying, he shouldn't have been able to suppress and kill with such overwhelming power.

Yet, the cruel truth was laid bare before them.

Everyone knew the Hegemon had lost. This battle was irreversible. It wasn't that he wasn't astonishing enough; at his realm, he was absolutely considered to be shaking the past and illuminating the present. But his opponent was even stronger.

Everyone found it somewhat unbelievable. Ye Fan had personally demonstrated what it meant to be invincible—undeniably, dazzlingly, and astonishingly so!

Sounds emanated from the starry sky, neither quite crying nor quite laughing—a tangle of complex emotions: indignation, hurt, sorrow, and grief. The Hegemon, bathed in his own blood, reshaped his body. His face was smeared with what could have been bloodstains or tears of blood.

Throughout his life, he had advanced bravely, fighting across the starry sky with no rivals. But now, he tasted bitterness here. The outcome of defeat inflicted a heart-wrenching pain upon him.

He had already displayed his strongest battle stance, which should have rendered him invincible beneath the stars. Even a Great Emperor in their youth would be no more formidable. How could he still lose?

He was unwilling, heartbroken, and filled with indignation. He looked up at the sky and roared loudly: “I refuse to accept this!”

The Hegemon refused to yield to fate or bow his head to his enemy. That was not his character. He would rather die in battle than submit.

At this moment, he unleashed a forbidden power he normally kept hidden. To kill, he first had to sacrifice himself, but this might very well destroy him!

Boom!

A terrifying scene appeared in this starry sky. A blood-stained ancient road emerged, lined on both sides by endless white bones, leading to a glorious summit.

A sacrificial altar was built from the skeletons of mighty figures, dripping with fresh blood, grim with white bones. The Hegemon ascended the altar along this path, beginning his sacrifice, pouring his Tyrant blood onto the bone altar.

“Sacrifice my true spirit, revive my Dao self!” The Hegemon whispered mournfully, a demonic power echoing beneath the stars.

Everything unfolding before them was so bizarre. Gale-force winds raged, and ghosts wailed, gods howled. Endless bodies materialized; within the illusory figures, vast numbers of divine and demonic corpses fell.

“What ancient technique is this?” Everyone was dumbfounded, gazing at the scene in disbelief.

“A forbidden technique created by deities, it actually exists! Sacrificing one's own blood, resurrecting the Dao self, to fight to the death!” Deep in the starry sky, a Protector was moved, his expression one of shock. He had never witnessed it before, only seeing vague records in ancient texts. He had never imagined the Hegemon Body would unleash it today.

Within the human body resided the Past Self and the Dao Self. It was said the former chanted scriptures for the present life in the past, while the latter comprehended the Great Dao in the future. Both possessed unfathomable divine might.

The Hegemon's display was astounding. He could actually utilize part of the Dao Self's battle power, resurrecting an invincible future self to participate in the current great battle.

Beneath the starry sky, Ye Fan's long robes fluttered, transcendent and ethereal. He stepped on the pure white starlight and directly made his move!

Divine Interdiction was an extreme realm where only deities could reside, surpassing the shackles of the Eight Interdictions, the human body reaching its strongest state. It was a living myth.

In this realm, one would no longer be hindered, breaking through all limitations. Ye Fan realized that the long-dormant 'All' Secret Art had revived and was operating on its own!

The 'All' Secret Art could manifest ten times one's battle power. This was an indescribably powerful feeling, which only ancient Great Emperors could fully appreciate. In a sense, only those who had entered Divine Interdiction could truly comprehend the 'All' Secret Art at its peak.

Boom!

This time, Ye Fan merely waved his hand again. The Hegemon shattered, blood gushing. Although the 'Zhe' Secret Art helped him reassemble his body, he was utterly dispirited. He no longer fought desperately. He stood there motionless, as if petrified, gazing at the starry sky, his face streaked with bloody tears, all hope extinguished.