Chapter 1390: The Robbery Complete

The deity within the cauldron sat cross-legged, their body crystal clear. Reborn from fire, it had fully recovered despite being shattered into pieces during the previous series of imperial weapon battles.

The deity chanted scriptures, imprinting ancient characters onto the cauldron walls, making it increasingly mysterious. Unseen chains of divine order intertwined, imbuing the cauldron with a celestial aura and making it even more majestic.

Ye Fan had obtained scriptures from the bronze coffin pulled by nine dragons, but he had never fully understood them. They seemed disjointed and incomplete, unlike any known method from this world.

Currently, the scriptures' primary purpose was to forge the cauldron. All ancient characters were melted into the cauldron, which was cast ten thousand times. The deity within it silently recited the scriptures daily, and a radiant glow nourished the cauldron like flowing water.

Now, the Heavenly Tribulation acted as fire, tempering the cauldron walls and etching a myriad of patterns: celestial birds, auspicious beasts, flora, fauna, ancient star rivers, and innate deities—all-encompassing and varied.

The lightning flashed with dazzling brilliance. The markings etched onto the cauldron were clear and profound, depicting myriad beings that seemed poised to emerge from its walls, imbued with lifelike vitality as if possessing souls.

Ye Fan used chaos as water to cool and nourish the cauldron, pouring it in and repeatedly refining it to forge an exceptionally sturdy cauldron that floated serenely, appearing ancient and natural.

Ultimately, Ye Fan risked his entire cultivation, combining his strength with the deity in the cauldron. Together, they shattered and reforged it. This was a true test of relentless refinement, with no shortcuts. Dao principles and various patterns were meticulously carved, and even the slightest imperfection would lead to failure.

He aimed to forge the ultimate cauldron, melting it in the sea of chaos, tempering it in the Heavenly Tribulation, fusing it with chaos, and extracting primordial Dao fire to transform it into a furnace, thereby creating a formidable Dao weapon.

This was Ye Fan's sole artifact, destined to accompany him throughout his life's endeavors. He was meticulous, ensuring that whether or not he achieved enlightenment in the future, this cauldron would steadily advance, never lagging behind.

With dragons and tigers complementing each other, infused with chaos and hammered by lightning, the great cauldron grew increasingly ancient. It spontaneously emitted a resonating roar, the very sound of the Grand Dao, echoing across the world and through all heavens.

Traces of the Dao began to emerge on its surface. Then, with a dragon's roar, a true dragon burst forth from the cauldron's mouth, leaping into the sky and shaking the nine heavens.

Next, a phoenix cried out, and a divine bird with vibrant wings and brilliant five-colored plumage appeared. It spread its wings and shrieked, soaring from the cauldron into the sky and tearing through the high heavens.

Subsequently, an ancient primordial being emerged, merging with the Dao. Returning to its true essence, it possessed astonishing power, ascending the heavenly path step by step and entering the universe.

Then, a Golden Peng soared skyward, its body appearing as if cast from dazzling gold. It ascended ninety thousand miles, causing the universe to thunder and astonishing everyone watching from outside.

In succession, a total of nine different beings emerged, manifesting their true forms with overwhelming power, causing the entire sea of chaos to boil.

Ye Fan's cauldron was now complete. Its walls depicted countless myriad beings, though only a few representatives had manifested from its surface, representing a fraction of the total.

Outside, everyone sensed waves of powerful auras, witnessing immortal beasts charging forth and ancient primordial beings exuding immense, commanding power.

Yet, no one understood what they were witnessing. They merely assumed it was part of the Heavenly Tribulation, leaving them dumbfounded and bewildered, utterly unable to comprehend the phenomena.

Within the chaotic sea, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Ye Fan's cauldron had achieved complete perfection, reaching the Saint King realm in synchronicity with him, creating a profound sense of intrinsic connection.

"Boom!"

Finally, the ancient great cauldron began to absorb the heavens. The true dragon, ancient primordial beings, Kunpeng, immortal phoenix, and all others were drawn back, imprinting themselves onto the cauldron's walls, coiling vividly and creating a magnificent spectacle.

At that moment, it began to absorb and release the essence of heaven and earth, drawing in all the stellar radiance from the cosmic sky to replenish its divine energy.

Outside the sea of lightning, the world abruptly dimmed, resembling the end of days. All light and essence were completely consumed, drawn into the Heavenly Tribulation.

Simultaneously, Ye Fan's body crackled, his joints vibrated, and his flesh pulsed. His entire being hummed as his injuries were repaired.

The essence of heaven and earth, along with the radiance of the sun and moon, cascaded down. Besides entering the cauldron's mouth, it also poured over Ye Fan's body, cleansing every inch of his being and restoring his vitality.

Ye Fan had sustained exceptionally severe injuries during this conflict; the great emperors formed by the lightning tribulations had nearly obliterated his very essence. Now, he finally sighed with relief and began to heal.

After the great emperors formed from humanoid lightning vanished, all other obstacles ceased to exist. Later, a fist-sized golden figure emerged from his forehead and, with a single inhalation, nearly consumed the entire sea of lightning.

All the boundless lightning glow streamed into the cauldron, Ye Fan's body, and the golden figure, transforming into a primordial essence that replenished their divine energy.

Ye Fan's flesh pulsed and his bones trembled faintly, like a celestial melody, crackling incessantly. This process, known as "moving blood to create gods," reshaped his Saint Body, making him even more powerful.

His vital energy rapidly replenished, and his origin gradually became abundant. The cauldron above his head naturally grew majestic, fusing with him. Later, even the chaotic energy was absorbed by both Ye Fan and the cauldron, causing them to glow and release an immortal power.

Upon reaching the Saint King realm, one could refine all primal forces, eliminating concerns about exhausting divine energy anywhere in the cosmic void, as it could be drawn from the void, chaos, stars, and numerous other sources.

Ye Fan glowed entirely, emitting strands of immortal aura, becoming a radiant being. The cauldron, no longer ancient, erupted with a blazing immortal light, creating astonishing phenomena.

Outside, people were bewildered. They only sensed an anomaly: various divine energies converging, as if a cosmic black hole were devouring everything, drawing it into the sea of lightning.

"What's happening? It's as if a mythical Sky-Devouring Beast is consuming heaven and earth!" the Saints exclaimed with awe.

All types of stellar radiance poured down, forming a boundless silver ocean that converged into the sea of lightning. At this point, the Heavenly Tribulation was dissipating, and chaos was also receding.

Ye Fan's entire body was crystal clear and immaculate. His injuries healed, his qi and blood surged. A brilliant golden light shot forth from his crown, piercing through the universe, with the cauldron undulating within its glow.

He abruptly opened his eyes, which shone like star rivers, containing star fields and the myriad phenomena of the world, inspiring awe. His bronze-colored body was tall and robust, radiating the unique luster of an indestructible golden physique. His thick black hair cascaded over his chest and back. Suddenly, he rose to his feet.

In front of his forehead, the golden figure embraced the shrunken cauldron and stepped back into the Immortal Platform. He became the sole being in the heavens and earth, akin to a divine entity.

Wherever his gaze fell, the void collapsed, chaos spread, and the Heavenly Tribulation shattered. At that moment, he was unbelievably powerful, having truly ascended to the Saint King realm, his aura vast enough to swallow mountains and rivers.

"Ye Zi, you've finally succeeded!" Pang Bo exclaimed, letting out a long breath, his eyes shining. He had been nervously guarding nearby, his broad back and thick waist almost ten feet tall, like an iron tower, with tendons like coiling dragons.

In his hand were two sections of an immortal ruler, shimmering with a greenish-gold luster. They were no longer restless but had long since become peaceful and serene. Additionally, a broken cauldron, mottled with green rust, floated in the void.

Pang Bo had encountered a great opportunity in the Demon Emperor Hall. The Dao fragments he obtained from the Emperor's blood contained part of the true meaning of the Demon Emperor's ancient scripture, making them priceless.

Of course, his greatest gain was still the immortal ruler—two-fifths of an ultimate imperial weapon. If it could be restored, it would drive everyone on the Human Race Ancient Road into a frenzy.

"Now that we're both ready, let's go out. We'll see who dares to stir up trouble; if anyone tries to bully us, we'll suppress them all!" Pang Bo, never one to shy away from conflict, declared with boundless spirit.

Ye Fan put away the green bronze cauldron, a smile appearing on his face. Having reached the Saint King realm, he could now travel anywhere on the ancient road without a single worry.

Pang Bo declared, "Who cares about Ditian or the Great Demon God? Once we two brothers advance a few more minor realms, we'll suppress them all and make them our servants. And that Fairy Qingshi and Human King are not bad; we might as well capture them as maids for our enjoyment."

He spoke without restraint or inhibition, his divine voice reverberating throughout the universe. Everyone outside heard him clearly and was utterly dumbfounded.

Upon hearing this, both Ditian and the Great Demon God maintained indifferent expressions, their bodies unmoving. They said nothing, but it was clear they would not take kindly to Pang Bo.

Fairy Qingshi and Human King, however, remained serene and composed, paying no attention. It was their two young maids who stumbled upon hearing this, almost falling, and ground their silver teeth in annoyance.

The Heavenly Tribulation was on the verge of dissipating, but at the very last moment, it flared up violently, like a final, brilliant burst. Ye Fan and Pang Bo discussed, then sent a voice transmission to Daoist Qinghuang, carrying the boundless sea of lightning towards the Great Demon Emperor's Tomb to destroy the Yin Gods and other entities within.

Boom!

Without a doubt, this sudden development astonished everyone. The Heavenly Tribulation was moving, swift as lightning, surging toward the depths of the universe.

Along the way, armies of Yin spirits who had followed the Saints to this location and had been observing Ye Fan's Heavenly Tribulation were now utterly terrified and turned to flee.

As creatures born of Yin energy, they were most vulnerable to such extremely Yang lightning. A single strike would be fatal.

"The Emperor's blood vanished in the direction of the Demon Emperor's ancient tomb; I didn't dare collect it. If we proceed like this, will we end up striking the Demon Emperor's corpse?" Pang Bo murmured.

Ye Fan replied, "I suspect something has happened within that grand tomb. Why else would Emperor's blood flow out? This time, we'll use the power of the Heavenly Tribulation to dispel the Yin spirits and thoroughly investigate the Demon Emperor's ancient tomb."

The Yin spirits scattered in disarray, even several powerful Yin Gods retreated in panic. Though extremely formidable, capable of contending with Great Saints, and resembling thunder gods with pointed mouths, monkey-like cheeks, and golden fur, they were terrified of lightning.

"Everyone, what are you waiting for? Seize this opportunity to enter the Demon Emperor's ancient tomb and witness the Emperor's corpse," urged the Human Race Dao Protector, leading his army forward into the magnificent landscape.

The ancient tomb was like a world unto itself, vast and boundless, complete with rivers, mountains, lakes, and seas.

The true Emperor's burial chamber had already been located. The Great Saints had retreated previously because the Yin Gods had led their armies forth, blocking their path.

Boom!

At the final moment before its dissipation, the Heavenly Tribulation experienced a violent resurgence, causing Ye Fan's body to tremble. Pang Bo's expression changed; without Emperor Wushi's Heaven-Deceiving Array Pattern, Ye Fan's bones and blood would surely have been scattered.

With a resounding hum, a majestic imperial aura surged forth. A dark, cavernous dragon's lair violently shook, and a dragon burst out—a snow-white true dragon, exuding a supreme aura!

Everyone trembled in terror. The Saints were quivering, and the Great Saint leading the charge immediately fell to their knees, all faces pale. This dragon possessed the formidable might of an ancient Great Emperor.

"This is... the Demon Emperor! He attained enlightenment from a snow rabbit, constantly refining his essence blood to evolve into a silver true dragon!"

Ye Fan had already shifted dozens of miles away. At that moment, the Heavenly Tribulation vanished. He stood at a distance, opening his Heavenly Eye to observe carefully.

It was a silver dragon, undeniably possessing the aura of a Great Emperor, and it was a corporeal being, not an illusion—truly astonishing!

"To behold the Great Emperor's corpse!"

Ye Fan was stunned. Unless there was a mistake, this could be the true corpse of the Demon Emperor. Yet, it had burst forth, emitting a life aura that made all beings tremble.

"Pfft!"

Several Saints who were too close, having initially sought to seize the opportunity and rush into the Emperor's burial chamber, instantly exploded under the Emperor's aura, their bones and blood splattering everywhere.

"To behold the Emperor's corpse is a blessing for eternity. No, wait, the Demon Emperor... he might still be alive!" the Ancient Demon Hundred Tribulations Daoist stammered incoherently, overwhelmed with excitement.

Was the Demon Emperor not dead? Everyone froze, their bodies turning cold.

A generation's Demon Emperor had fallen on the path to immortality, leaving behind countless mysteries. Now, finally, he was seen. Was it his corpse, or was it his living body, transformed into a true dragon, poised to enter the Immortal Realm?