Chapter 1363: 唯我

Chapter 1365: Supremacy

Which is stronger, Taiyin or Taiyang? When Yin and Yang are in harmony, one can rule the world.

These two ancient immortal scriptures represent two extremes, revered by ancient Great Emperors. When cultivated to their peak simultaneously, they naturally lead to imperial status, allowing one to reign supreme through the ages.

Wisps of purple immortal mist rose like thin smoke, appearing dazzling and mystical. This was the Overlord's treasure trove of divine consciousness, being extracted and refined by Ye Fan.

At this moment, faint chanting sounds could be heard. Above the head of the dissected purple miniature figure, a phantom sat cross-legged, transmitting the true essence of the Dao, like an ancient Human Emperor suspended in the Ninth Heaven.

Ye Fan listened intently, his expression solemn. Nine ancient characters appeared one by one, shimmering with immortal brilliance and flowing into the cosmic river.

Though only nine characters, they underwent intricate and profound transformations, constantly flickering and evolving into an ultimate Dao, cascading down like a vast divine waterfall.

Infinite variations, from simple to complex and back again, embodied the supreme essence of the scripture, condensed within those nine characters.

This not only transmitted a Dao but also an essence of spirit and energy, seemingly re-enacting the Human Emperor's supreme divine form. The ethereal figure seated above the purple miniature figure suddenly solidified.

With a whoosh, its eyes opened, as if transmitting ancient wisdom across eons, emitting two sharp rays of light. The phantom exuded a sense of supreme majesty.

The universe trembled, the brilliant starry river swayed, and the vast Dao quivered. This was the Human Emperor's legacy shining brightly, shaking the mortal world.

Ye Fan's heart was at peace. The nine ancient characters, along with thousands of their variations, were imprinted upon his mind as he absorbed the supreme true meaning of the Taiyin Immortal Scripture.

The Overlord screamed, filled with unwillingness and immense humiliation. It was unimaginable that a powerful figure like him would have his scripture seized and become a captive, completely at another's mercy.

As the supreme figure of the younger generation, he could not fathom being treated this way. Yet, it had become reality: he was forced to surrender his scripture, and the gate to his divine consciousness treasure trove stood wide open.

Most unbearable of all was that the one observing his sea of consciousness and seizing the immortal scripture was the sworn enemy of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline. This filled him with raging hatred, his eyes almost bursting, yet he was powerless to resist.

Ye Fan was currently in the Divine Forbidden realm; his performance at this level was nothing short of miraculous. Even ancient Great Emperors in their youth could not have surpassed him.

With a sharp shout, the universe fractured. A dazzling divine light flew towards Ye Fan, carrying the immense power of the cosmos, cascading down like a torrential divine waterfall to suppress him.

Qi Tian, the guardian of the Human Race's ancient path, finally could not hold back and struck again. He could not simply watch, wishing to stop everything. His power was profoundly unfathomable and harmonized with the Dao.

All ten directions collapsed. His true form was invincible; wherever he passed, chaos gave way to creation, mists permeated, and his Dao might was unstoppable.

However, during the scripture seizure, Ye Fan remained calm and vigilant of his surroundings. He was instantly alerted, and golden runes flashed beneath his feet as he rapidly moved away.

Only an afterimage remained. Qi Tian struck empty space, leaving only ripples, and the arrays there exploded one after another, crumbling into ruins.

Daoist Qinghuang let out a soft cry and also made a move, appearing before Qi Tian. A pair of withered, thin palms pressed down, blocking his path, his expression cold.

"If the Overlord is pushed to such an extent, even if he survives, an indelible trauma will be left, potentially crippling the young pride of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline. This should not continue," said Great Saint Canglan with a cold expression.

The nine ancient characters shone brightly. Ye Fan completely absorbed the true meaning of the nine characters from the Taiyin Immortal Scripture, shedding all negative emotions and remaining untainted by the Overlord's sea of consciousness.

Most individuals are reluctant to access the memories of others, as doing so invites an influx of chaotic divine consciousnesses, largely useless and even harmful.

The purple miniature figure within the Overlord's head was cleaved, spilling various purple glows. As Ye Fan absorbed the nine-character mysteries of the Taiyin Immortal Scripture, the "Zhe" character secret was simultaneously refined.

This was an unparalleled divine art. The moment he acquired it, he immediately grasped its profound intricacies, realizing it was the ultimate mystery of seizing creation from heaven and earth, filling him with deep insight.

He had once obtained a half-page ancient divine scripture cast from phoenix-blood red gold in the Ziwei Ancient Starfield and had pondered its true meaning. Now, with it fully completed and cross-referenced, he quickly grasped its true essence.

The "Zhe" character secret was not recorded in text but evolved from ancient divine patterns. Though not a grand epic, it was vast and profound, its meaning capable of shaking heaven and moving ghosts.

As Ye Fan circulated it, his entire body became suffused with vital energy, flowing from his pores. Unconsciously, it repaired his physique, removed impurities, and rendered his body as clear and brilliant as divine jade.

He had no apparent wounds, yet the "Zhe" character secret was so stringent that it eliminated all "flaws," regenerating even a single broken strand of hair, making it full of luster.

The moment Ye Fan acquired the "Zhe" character secret, he nearly reached perfection. His entire body became clear and flawless, radiating a divine glow, as if a god's world-shaking battle physique had manifested.

Ye Fan was enlightened. No wonder the Overlord possessed such formidable vitality; it was no exaggeration that he could revive from a single drop of blood. This truly was unparalleled and miraculously subtle.

"Ah..." The Overlord cried out, truly unwilling. There was a time when he reigned supreme on this ancient path, inspiring awe wherever he went, the most brilliant focal point.

But now he was captured, serving as a reflection for another's path, a mere embellishment beside a glorious divine halo, becoming a backdrop in someone else's story.

"The Overlord has lost..." Xu Li's eyes were vacant, her spirit adrift. The Overlord was once the supreme powerhouse she admired, and such a devastating defeat was unbearable for her.

Her father, the guide of the Human Race's Eighty-First City, stood silently behind her.

Further away, other guides, who had rushed back from the front of the ancient path to witness the battle, had held boundless expectations for the Overlord. Now, they could only watch in silence, their hearts filled with unreadable emotions.

At this moment, the starry sky fell silent, and the hearts of many powerhouses surged. The rise of a young supreme being was now unstoppable; it could not be suppressed!

Having defeated the Overlord with such a formidable presence, even a Great Saint, despite any prejudice, would find it impossible to suppress him.

Ye Fan was already powerful enough, and now, having obtained the nine supreme immortal characters from the Taiyin Immortal Scripture and reinforced by the "Zhe" character art, he would possess a truly indestructible golden body, growing stronger day by day. Who could possibly stop him?

*Bang!*

Qi Tian and Daoist Qinghuang clashed fiercely, causing blazing cracks to appear in the universe, spreading rapidly. Everyone retreated. Clashes between Great Saints could instantly obliterate suns, moons, and stars, sending shivers down spines; anyone caught in such a ripple would undoubtedly perish.

Qi Tian was determined to protect the Overlord. Abandoning all pretense, he did not hesitate to act against Ye Fan on the spot, provoking Daoist Qinghuang to intervene. The two guardians then engaged in a fierce battle.

*Boom!*

A pair of terrifying divine wings, phoenix wings, emerged from Daoist Qinghuang's back. Immortal light shot into the sky, and a mere tremor shattered half the starry expanse, causing nearby stars to disintegrate.

Everyone was aghast. This was the divine form of a Human Race guardian. Daoist Qinghuang had relied on this very form over twenty years ago to battle a Holy Spirit when his vital energy was waning, proving his unparalleled strength.

A single divine form alone possessed such earth-shattering power. People involuntarily thought of the Overlord again, who possessed several divine forms. If he matured to his full potential, all nine forms would merge, making him supreme and invincible.

All the powerhouses fell silent, increasingly realizing the Overlord's terrifying might. Had Ye Fan not been in the Divine Forbidden realm, the Overlord truly might have been unrivaled among the contenders on this ancient path!

People even speculated: if Ye Fan had not entered the Divine Forbidden realm, would the battle have been a bloody, mutually destructive affair?

Finally, Great Saint Canglan also made a move. Unable to stand idly by and fearing the Overlord would be destroyed by Ye Fan, he unleashed a forbidden secret art. His entire body blazed, transforming into a vast blue ocean that surged forward like an immense sea.

"Even a Great Saint must go all out to keep up with the Saint Body!" People were shocked. Great Saint Canglan, the Human Race guardian, unleashed his ultimate profound arts, pursuing Ye Fan to prevent him from continuing his attack.

Yet, he still could not catch up.

"Fellow Daoist, why be so impulsive? We haven't sparred in four thousand years. How about we exchange a few moves?" In the starry sky, the ancient demon who had arrived with the Nan Yao siblings spoke, his form flashing to block Great Saint Canglan's path.

*Boom!*

These two Great Saints confronted each other, and with a single strike, a corner of the starfield disintegrated!

"Guardian of the Demon Race, do you intend to fish in troubled waters, hoping for one of our Human Race's young supreme beings to fall? You have quite the scheme." Canglan roared.

"You are mistaken. I simply dislike your style," the ancient demon chuckled.

"Young friend, that's enough." At this moment, Daoist Qinghuang spoke again, transmitting a message to Ye Fan while simultaneously battling Qi Tian.

People understood his meaning. The universe was vast, with countless ancient starfields. No matter how powerful one person was, they could not guard them all. As a young supreme, the Overlord was destined to preside over a region in the future and play a significant role.

Time was limited. Ye Fan refined and extracted the final segment of purple divine mist, then shook the cauldron and cast the Overlord out.

The Overlord was utterly humiliated. His essence blood burned, and divine patterns densely covered him, protecting himself and forming a defense. Yet, Ye Fan did not spare him a single glance, truly "discarding him like a worn-out shoe."

This posture, this expression, made the Overlord roar in unbearable agony. That indifferent gaze deeply stung him.

It was not deliberate contempt but a natural indifference, as if he were simply discarded from the cauldron like waste, never to be regarded again.

Under the starry sky, all the Saints felt complex emotions. Was Ye Fan arrogant? It didn't appear so; rather, it was a genuine lack of concern for his enemy, a truly natural expression.

Everyone knew the Overlord's strength was comparable to that of a Great Emperor in their youth—no exaggeration!

Yet, Ye Fan dared to act this way, which spoke volumes. He possessed a truly invincible belief, ingrained in his very being, utterly unconcerned with his opponent.

The two pairs of Great Saints also ceased their attacks. With the Overlord freed, they had no reason to continue fighting, and for a time, the starry sky fell silent.

Only Ye Fan remained, deducing a technique. It was a vast, incredibly rigid, and potent fist intent, exuding overwhelming, world-shaking dominance that made the stars tremble, embodying an aura of "who else but I," "only I am supreme."

This was the supreme ancient art of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline—the Hegemon Fist!

Everyone stared in stunned silence. The divine consciousness treasure Ye Fan had ultimately refined was this very fist intent. He intended to meticulously study his opponent's supreme secret art, walking a path of invincibility.

"Roar..." The Overlord went mad, unable to endure such a slight.

Ye Fan paid him no mind, instead evolving the technique alone in the cosmic starry sky, causing suns, moons, and stars to revolve. The entire starfield resonated with him!

The beams from the Overlord's eyes were intimidating. While defending, he roared, "You go too far!"

"You need not be wary; at this moment, I do not consider you an opponent," Ye Fan said calmly, continuing to deduce the ancient art alone beneath the starry sky. He then added, "Does the ancestral star of the Heavenly Hegemon Bloodline have any life restricted zones? Did the Hegemon Bloodline supreme who killed the Saint Body on the ancient path truly perish back then? I look forward to finding out in the future!"