Chapter 1362: Seizing the Sutra

Chapter 1364: Seizing the Scriptures

"Young man, are my demands too excessive? Please release the Tyrant. Less bloodshed and less killing are beneficial for everyone."

The first Guardian who appeared was named Qi Tian. His figure was indistinct, merging with the Grand Dao, and wisps of divine patterns swirled around him, descending like encircling galaxies.

"Since you advocate for less killing, why didn't you stop the Tyrant when he turned back to kill me with his superior cultivation?" Ye Fan's gaze was sharp.

Silently, intricate patterns appeared beneath his feet, instantly traversing the star river, moving countless miles away from the battlefield.

This was the "All-Movement Secret," the fastest technique in the world. Moreover, in his Divine Forbidden state, the "All-Secret" was no longer sealed, allowing his speed to multiply tenfold.

This was a divine speed; even a Great Saint could only stare in astonishment, utterly unable to reach him.

Over the years, Ye Fan had already evolved the "All-Movement Secret" to its extreme, precisely to contend with the giants of the Ancient Road. With it, he could transcend all techniques. If he could fight, he would; if not, he would simply leave. There was no shame in retreating from a Guardian, a dignified Great Saint.

Ye Fan did not truly retreat. His hands moved slowly, causing the entire starry sky to tremble as the previously laid forbidden formations revived, transforming into golden divine patterns that pulsed with dazzling light.

This was his home ground: he could advance to attack, or retreat to defend, ensuring absolute safety.

Guardian Qi Tian's face hardened. He silently surveyed the golden formation. As a Great Saint, he naturally discerned its profound intricacies. This was the remnant site of the Ancient Heavenly Court, a place where even a Great Saint could potentially fall if careless.

Qi Tian remained expressionless and said, "Young man, I admit you possess extraordinary talent, but in the face of time, many brilliant things fade. The road ahead is long and full of uncertainties; how many prodigies have been buried in foreign lands, unable to complete their journey through the stars? You should show mercy where you can."

"Are you threatening me?" Ye Fan's eyes shone brightly, his aura like a rainbow. Remaining in the Divine Forbidden realm, he had not withdrawn, his body powerful beyond imagination.

He harbored extreme disdain for this Guardian; Qi Tian clearly showed favoritism. If not for the disparity in cultivation levels, he would have fought for an explanation!

"I am merely speaking the truth," Qi Tian said, his expression unchanged. He stood in the starry sky like a stone statue, enveloped by the vast Grand Dao.

At this moment, another Guardian, Cang Lan, spoke: "The Tyrant turning back to the Fiftieth City of the Human Race Ancient Road and attacking a weaker opponent severely violated the Ancient Road's regulations. By instigating such a great conflict, he will certainly face severe punishment."

Attacking the weaker? People were somewhat stunned. In the end, the powerful Tyrant was almost killed, yet he was still burdened with such a charge; it was truly ironic.

However, upon closer thought, it was indeed the case. The Tyrant's cultivation was immensely profound; it was simply that he encountered Ye Fan, who was even more heaven-defying and understood the Origin Heaven Divine Formation. For anyone else, there would have been no way out.

Great Saint Cang Lan then added, "I ask that you spare his life, young friend. The path to immortality is about to appear, and no one knows what will happen. This era might see great chaos, so we should allow some young supremes to grow and suppress the Ancient Road."

Ye Fan smiled and said, "I am very amenable to reason. Since both Great Saints have spoken, I naturally won't refuse. Exchange him for the Taiyin Immortal Scripture and the 'All-Secret.'"

All the powerful figures were stunned; even the pleas of two Great Saints were useless.

Ye Fan was determined to acquire the scriptures, and no one could dissuade him. These two ancient arts were of great use to him: the Taiyin and Taiyang ancient characters complemented each other, and the "All-Secret" could grant him an immortal body.

Who could predict the future? The path to immortality was about to appear, and everyone would strive for it. Even the beings from the Big Dipper's seven great life restricted zones would have to act for the illusory promise of eternal life.

Now, only by strengthening himself could he establish a foothold in the future, live better, and protect his family and friends.

Great Saint Cang Lan said no more, his face expressionless, falling silent for a moment.

Qi Tian spoke chillingly, "Only that which withstands the test of time is true. You are an unparalleled genius, dazzling through the ages. You should cherish everything you have now; reaching this point was not easy."

"I am someone who never believes in evil. You've withstood the test of time and lived to such an immense age; do you consider yourself an immortal stone, sparkling and never fading?" Ye Fan said coldly.

He began refining the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron. Within it, chaotic energy permeated, and wisps of immortal mist overflowed. Inside, heaven and earth were being overturned, as if a world was being created.

The Tyrant roared as his vitality continuously diminished, forcibly refined by Ye Fan to become part of the world's essence. In a short time, his flesh and blood were severely damaged; even with the immortal divinity of his purple blood, it could not endure such dreadful consumption.

Ordinary Saint artifacts could not refine him, but this cauldron was different. It contained all the spirits of the heavens and was a powerful artifact imbued with endless Dao traces.

The Tyrant struggled, but ancient ancestors from the cauldron's walls stepped out to suppress him. Winged Kunpengs and True Dragons soaring through the nine heavens also emerged from the cauldron's surface, lunging at him.

Inside the cauldron's world, everything was so real that the Tyrant was utterly shocked, more so than by witnessing Ye Fan's Divine Forbidden state. Once such an artifact was fully developed, what in the myriad worlds could it not break through?!

He had vaguely heard rumors that the Heavenly Court's supreme immortal artifact was similar. Could another immortal weapon capable of commanding all star regions appear in the future?

The Tyrant was losing himself, his vitality continuously refined, his physical body severely damaged, and even his primordial spirit felt as if it had endured thousands of cuts, rapidly weakening.

Even with the "All-Secret," he could not hold on. This cauldron was too mysterious; its interior resembled a true immortal realm, with Vermillion Birds dancing across the nine heavens, ancient ancestors carving out star rivers, gods and devils roaring in chaos, and true dragons soaring from ancient pools...

Every mark on the cauldron's walls manifested realistically, causing the trapped Tyrant immense suffering. He couldn't resist, as if battling real beings from an immortal realm.

This was the world within the cauldron!

Outside, people watched as streaks of purple blood surged upwards, turning into mist, their divine essence dissipating. Everyone's faces showed shock.

How could the Tyrant be refined so quickly? This cauldron was truly heaven-defying; once trapped inside, even a Saint King would find it hard to escape demise.

"Myriad Things Mother Qi..." Many felt covetous, but could only dream of it. No one dared to rush forward to their deaths at this moment.

Ye Fan was connected to the cauldron, instantly discerning everything. Even he hadn't fully realized the divine power of this artifact. The Tyrant was immobilized within the cauldron, unable to even self-destruct.

This was akin to a terrifying world where True Dragons, Vermillion Birds, ancient ancestors, gods, and devils trapped the Tyrant, binding him in a nascent star river that was being created. He couldn't move, and even his primordial spirit lost its freedom.

Qi Tian's heart pounded. Sensing the Tyrant's dire situation through the faint auras emanating from the cauldron, he transformed into a phantom and lunged forward to stop everything.

Ye Fan's expression remained calm, golden runes flashing beneath his feet. The "All-Movement Secret" reigned supreme in this starry sky; in his current state, he was unparalleled, capable of ascending to the nine heavens, descending into the netherworld, reaching any distance instantly.

He was too fast, like a golden lightning bolt that even a Great Saint couldn't approach. With a soft rumble, the Origin Heaven Formation shattered, unable to block the Ancient Road's Guardian.

As a Human Race Great Saint, Qi Zheng's strike missed, unable to even touch Ye Fan's golden afterimage, astonishing everyone. What extreme speed was this?

In the current heavens and earth, setting aside other factors, Ye Fan's speed alone was sufficient for self-preservation. He could go anywhere, above or below, and no one could stop him.

Qi Zheng's face was blank, showing no emotion. As a Great Saint, his first sudden strike had failed, causing all the powerful figures' hearts to pound.

Ye Fan shouted, "You attacked me! What a Human Race Ancient Road Guardian! I ask you, who exactly are you protecting? Are you still worthy of guarding this Ancient Road?!"

This was a sharp rebuke, a loud reprimand directed at Guardian Qi Tian in front of all the strong individuals in the starry sky, making his face darken and his gaze turn cold and chilling.

From the depths of the starry sky, a powerful ripple emerged, and a gaunt figure appeared, saying, "As a Guardian of the Ancient Road, if you blatantly bully the weak, suppress the Sacred Body, and overtly protect the Tyrant, then that truly goes too far."

Everyone was startled. Another significant figure had arrived, no less powerful than Qi Tian and Cang Lan. This was the third Guardian, manifesting in this star domain.

"Daoist Qinghuang!" someone exclaimed, recognizing the old Daoist. His years were few, and rumors said he was about to pass away, but he was absolutely immensely powerful; even with his vitality waning, he could contend with an invincible Saint Spirit.

By now, Ye Fan no longer needed anyone's protection; at worst, he could simply leave. However, he was still grateful for Daoist Qinghuang's appearance.

Qi Tian's expression was indifferent. He said, "I am merely mediating. The Sacred Body carries too much malevolence; he should cast aside his killing intent. I want him to understand that one must learn to let go in life."

"Let go? Since you can say such words, you should slap yourself and then immediately turn and leave." Ye Fan's words were merciless.

Qi Tian's face instantly changed. He said, "Young man, you are going too far! You show no respect for the Guardians of the Ancient Road. You deserve punishment!"

"What kind of Guardian are you? You have no right to speak like that. Leaving is your best option, otherwise, you'll regret it too late in the future." Ye Fan said indifferently, showing even less respect.

Everyone was stunned. For so many years, no one had dared to disrespect a Great Saint of the Human Race Ancient Road, let alone retort and mock them. This was truly unique.

The Sacred Body was too formidable!

"Haha, well said! In that case, young friend, I invite you to venture into the Monster Race Ancient Road with me. There are absolutely no despicable Guardians there." A hearty laugh echoed through the starry sky.

An ancient demon flew forth like a god or devil, causing numerous stars to tremble violently; he was immensely powerful. Behind him followed two young individuals: the man was as valiant as a demon god, and the woman was peerlessly beautiful, stunning all, none other than the Southern Demon siblings.

Years had passed, and their bearing was even more splendid than before!

Ye Fan's emotions stirred. He nodded to them; they were old acquaintances from the same ancient land.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan shook the cauldron, intending to refine the Tyrant. Inside, purple blood burned, Kunpengs roared, True Dragons soared into the sky, and ancient ancestors bellowed, as if in a mythical world.

The Tyrant screamed miserably. Despite possessing the powerful "All-Secret," he couldn't escape. Being refined was a dead end, and now he was completely immobilized, unable to even self-destruct.

Qi Tian and Cang Lan shouted in unison, trying to prevent this, unable to watch the Tyrant fall.

"Young friend, please spare his life. Perhaps he will truly be needed in the future. We are all old now; the human race needs a few young supremes to grow and suppress all directions. The path to immortality is unpredictable," Daoist Qinghuang suddenly pleaded.

"Since Senior has spoken, I will naturally comply. But if others speak nonsense, I will immediately slay the Tyrant!" Ye Fan said, glancing at Qi Tian, the Human Race Ancient Road Guardian.

In the starry sky, silence reigned. Apart from Daoist Qinghuang and the arriving Monster Race giant, no one dared to speak, let alone openly criticize a Human Race Great Saint.

Ye Fan's sheer dominance made everyone's heart tremble.

"Clang!"

A streak of immortal light shot from his fingertip, splitting the Tyrant's head and cleaving his primordial spirit, as Ye Fan personally extracted the Taiyin Immortal Scripture and the "All-Secret" from his spiritual consciousness.

"Ah..." The Tyrant roared in fury, but it changed nothing. Trapped in the cauldron, both his body and spirit were confined, unable to struggle, even self-destruction was impossible.

The purple miniature figure within his skull was cleaved by Ye Fan's immortal light, who forcibly seized its spiritual consciousness treasure trove. First, the nine-character profound mysteries of the Taiyin Immortal Scripture emerged, followed by the complete "All-Secret" glowing brightly.