Chapter 1455: Sweeping Across

Under the sky, chaotic mist swirled. A hazy figure stood alone between heaven and earth, facing everyone. Its true face was obscured; only a pair of sharp, piercing eyes shone through the mist, making one gasp for breath.

Just one person, standing indifferently against a multitude, subdued everyone. A deathly silence fell over the area. All hearts turned cold, and people involuntarily retreated.

Ye Fan had emerged from his seclusion, having perfected his self-created Emperor Fist. His power shook the past and present, placing him in the forbidden realm. No one in the field could contend with him; he was unrivaled!

Many who tried to escape found it impossible. They were shattered by golden fists that appeared out of nowhere, intercepted and killed on their path. Blood mist dispersed; no speed was fast enough to evade, leaving them to die in vain.

He alone surveyed the vast battlefield, radiating an overwhelming aura that intimidated everyone, making them dare not move. This was the true demeanor of one who stood unrivaled in the world!

"Immeasurable Demonic Lord, I will face you!" Earth Corpse stepped forward, finally preparing to make his move.

In fact, Ye Fan had already locked onto them, his expression cold, eyes fixed on Earth Corpse, Sky Devouring Beast, and other key figures. His murderous intent permeated the air for miles.

It was rumored that Earth Corpse was a disciple of Amitābha Buddha. Having died over 300,000 years ago, a reincarnation seal had formed within his body, and his physical form had become sentient, emerging from a subterranean cave—equivalent to another life.

Of course, he was no longer the person he once was; his spirit had changed, making him a new entity. However, his appearance remained unaltered.

Now, he was still bald, with a set of monastic scars on his head. His entire body was dark, emitting a peculiar luster, and wisps of black mist, or corpse fog, emanated from him.

For thirty years, in the burial ground of the Divine Demon Ridge, he had absorbed an unknown amount of death aura from ancient divine and demonic skeletons, empowering him to a terrifying degree.

As he advanced step by step, his wide sleeves billowed. His body appeared to be cast from black gold, enveloped in swirling corpse fog, making him look utterly terrifying.

Everyone speculated whether Earth Corpse was genuinely powerful enough to challenge Ye Fan, or if he had been forced into this situation, with no choice but to confront him.

By now, perhaps a battle was the only option. So many had besieged Ye Fan, hindered his enlightenment, and killed his loved ones; retribution was inevitable!

"Boom!"

Heaven and earth violently shook as Earth Corpse made his move. A massive, ancient-looking alms bowl, seemingly cast from purple-gold, flew out. It transformed into the size of a mountain peak and pressed down.

The firmament trembled and loudly tore apart. Had it not been for the divine and demonic corpses suppressing the ground, this place would surely have been obliterated, endangering the entire ancient planet.

No one had anticipated such immense power from an ancient alms bowl. Several young supreme beings were caught in the aftermath, spitting large mouthfuls of blood and flying backward.

This was an unforeseen calamity, simply because the alms bowl's power was too great!

"Clang!"

Ye Fan struck, like a celestial god. He swung his palm, striking the descending purple-gold alms bowl. The resounding clang was deafening, like a divine being from the heavens forging immortal iron.

Between the alms bowl and his palm, an incredibly brilliant light erupted, as if a hundred thousand volcanoes had exploded, sending lava scattering through the air, or dozens of suns had shattered, wreaking havoc across the cosmos. A powerful energy surge swept in all directions, shaking hearts and engulfing the entire expanse!

Everyone trembled and retreated. Two individuals, grazed by the blast, suffered broken bones and torn sinews, bleeding profusely, their bodies severed into several pieces.

This power was incredibly formidable, far exceeding everyone's expectations!

Ye Fan frowned. This alms bowl was extraordinary. As powerful as he was, with his indestructible palm and fingers, he couldn't shatter the artifact. Instead, his palm felt a slight ache.

Earth Corpse was even more shocked and involuntarily retreated. The artifact had an immense origin; it was forged from mixed ancient gold, with a small piece of immortal material granted by Emperor Amitābha Buddha.

That purple-gold piece was a leftover fragment from the Buddhist supreme artifact, the Vajra Pestle. It had been nourished by Amitābha Buddha's spiritual power, becoming an enlightened divine treasure, sought after but rarely found in the world.

An emperor's exclusive material, combined with the nourishment of a Buddha's spiritual power, made it an artifact of incredible potency. Who could possibly obtain such a thing?

Ancient Buddhist scriptures recorded that Earth Corpse used this immortal material, mixed with other metals, to forge a supreme alms bowl weapon, making him unrivaled among his peers.

Yet today, not only did someone block this artifact bare-handed, but they also left a clear palm print on it, with fingerprints distinctly visible!

"How is this possible? Leaving a fingerprint on a fragment of Amitābha Buddha's weapon, this is truly defying the heavens..." Earth Corpse was utterly astounded.

Ye Fan struck, fierce and domineering, unparalleled in courage. His true form vanished from its spot, abandoning the alms bowl to directly assault Earth Corpse himself.

Earth Corpse felt an alarm. Demonic patterns appeared on his body, black light flowed, and his thoughts reached across the eight directions. The purple-gold alms bowl instantly turned around and pressed down.

"Clang!" "Clang!"...

Ye Fan remained indifferent. He raised his fists and struck, fearless of the Buddhist treasure, even though it was forged from the special immortal material left by Amitābha Buddha. Each punch landed on the alms bowl with a deafening clang.

Furthermore, every punch left a fist print on the bowl's surface. The force was terrifying; at this rate, punching through it would be no problem.

"Kill!"

Earth Corpse was enraged. The alms bowl was his life. Though he had awakened from obscurity, severed ties with his past, and declared his new identity, the alms bowl that came into this world with him remained a vital reliance, not to be destroyed.

With a thundering roar, vast corpse qi surged from beneath the ground, ascending into the sky like an ocean, engulfing the battlefield in boundless horror.

Simultaneously, the alms bowl inverted, its mouth facing downwards, steadily enlarging until it covered the entire sky, ready to devour all things!

This was an extremely terrifying sight: the vast corpse qi served as fire, and the alms bowl became a colossal bronze furnace of heaven and earth, threatening to melt all things in the world and destroy every living being within it.

On the bowl's surface were various Buddhist allegorical images, such as Buddha meditating under the Bodhi tree, cutting flesh to feed a hawk, severing an arm to feed a tiger, embodying great compassion, walking among humans, and spreading the Dharma across myriad domains.

This alms bowl had long gained sentience. Although not an ancestral artifact, a fragment of its material had been nourished by Amitābha Buddha's spiritual power, now revealing its terrifying potential.

It was indestructible, suppressing past and present, devouring all spirits, always imperishable, and now sought to melt Ye Fan.

Many watched, exhilarated. This weapon was too formidable, as if possessed by a Buddha's spirit, suppressing all demons. No matter how terrifying Ye Fan's Heavenly Emperor Fist was, it couldn't shatter it.

"Everyone, what are you waiting for? There's no turning back now! Let's attack together and kill him!" someone shouted, emphasizing the grave situation.

"Kill!" one person roared, charging forward. Various weapons flew: copper towers, celestial net umbrellas, sky-measuring rulers, purple-gold swords, and sky-devouring jade gourds. Treasures glowed and shot across the sky, all converging on Ye Fan.

Ye Fan glanced back coldly, divine radiance emanating from his brow. An ancient, simple small cauldron flew out, transforming into an immortal light that shot straight forward.

With a soft 'puff,' the first speaker's forehead exploded, pierced by a small cauldron-shaped hole. Bright red blood sprayed four or five meters high as he toppled straight down.

Instantly, silence fell. The shouts of battle subsided, and many were horrified, instinctively halting their steps.

However, Ye Fan's attack didn't stop. The cauldron rapidly expanded, suppressing heaven and earth, as primordial qi of all creation descended like vast waterfalls, or like endless celestial rivers.

With a thunderous hum, the foremost individuals instantly suffered broken bones and torn sinews, their bodies ripped apart, forms exploding, and spirits turning to ash. They died immediately.

Ye Fan's murderous intent soared to the heavens as he used his most powerful methods to kill his enemies. He had comprehended the Heavenly Emperor Fist during his seclusion, and this cauldron, now inscribed with his Dao, was as formidable as his true self.

Many fled, but at that moment, another powerful aura suddenly erupted, closing in and striking directly at Ye Fan's back.

The Sky Devouring Beast had attacked. It spewed a mouthful of vital blood, which transformed into a colossal beast king, roaring across heaven and earth, causing mountains to crumble and seas to rage. It struck from behind, cruelly aiming for a fatal blow!

While confronting the purple-gold alms bowl, Ye Fan abruptly turned. A golden sword light, capable of destroying mountains, rivers, and all life, or annihilating suns, moons, and stars, shot from his brow and slashed towards the giant beast.

However, an immediate alarm surged within him. He sensed a crisis, and the divine light in his third eye flared, allowing him to clearly see that the beast king, formed from vital blood, held a hidden formation diagram in its mouth.

This was a forbidden artifact, possibly capable of severely wounding a Great Saint!

Wisps of divine power permeated the air. Although suppressed and sealed within the beast king's body, Ye Fan's spiritual perception had reached an astonishing level, making it impossible to conceal.

The Sky Devouring Beast was incredibly malicious. It had transformed from vital blood, carrying a forbidden artifact in its mouth to attack. If Ye Fan were to punch and explode it, the forbidden artifact would certainly detonate, unleashing its most potent power.

Ye Fan was courageous, but there was no need to clash head-on. Sensing the danger, he evaded and activated the "Soldier" secret art. The alms bowl rumbled, trembling with a clang, and blocked in front of him.

"Boom!"

The sky exploded, and chaos surged. The area was devastated. The ancient beast of vital blood was torn apart, and the forbidden artifact indeed detonated, causing the alms bowl to wail and fly dozens of miles away.

The Sky Devouring Beast intended to severely wound Ye Fan, making him bleed across the sky, by maliciously destroying a rare divine treasure. However, it had miscalculated.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan let out a cold cry. Solidified golden beams, hundreds of meters long, shot from his eyes. In a single stride, he covered dozens of miles, appearing directly before the Sky Devouring Beast, and raised his fist to strike!

Straightforward, without tricks or schemes, Ye Fan was like an emperor descending from heaven, impossibly majestic, engulfed in ten thousand fathoms of immortal light. With one punch, heaven and earth trembled, and all ten directions were annihilated.

"Thud!"

The Sky Devouring Beast was violently shaken. Unable to withstand Ye Fan's punch, its colossal, mountain-like body reeled, and it spat out a large gush of blood, which fell to the earth like a cascading river of gore.

This, however, was enough to shock the other cultivators. Just moments ago, Ye Fan had obliterated various powerful figures with single punches. Only Sang Gu and Earth Corpse had been able to withstand him, and now, finally, there was one more.

The Sky Devouring Beast did not fall; its form was unharmed.

Ye Fan's expression was cold as he pressed forward, ready to unleash a massacre.

The Sky Devouring Beast was reputed to possess one of the most terrifying bloodlines since ancient times. Reaching its peak, it could devour entire star rivers and melt vast star fields, its might renowned through the ages.

At this moment, a burst of runes shot from its brow, evolving into an ancient cosmos. Suns, moons, and stars rotated within it, and chaotic qi swirled faintly. This was a miniature yet precise replica, indistinguishable from a real world!

This was a cage, intended to trap and bind Ye Fan. Ye Fan quickly struck, keeping it at a distance.

Simultaneously, Earth Corpse attacked again, wielding the Buddha-related alms bowl to suppress Ye Fan. Thousands upon thousands of Dao traces spread across the sky, overwhelming everything.

The two surrounded Ye Fan, giving others hope. More joined the fray, charging forward.

The Cauldron of Primordial Qi of All Creations rumbled, and vast, waterfall-like chaos flowed within it, descending alongside the primordial qi. It flew back and hovered above Ye Fan's head, making him impervious to all methods!

"It's been too long. Time to send you on your way!" Ye Fan declared, unleashing his Heavenly Emperor Fist. He was like a war immortal descended to the mortal realm, his divine might unrivaled.

With him and the cauldron united, no one could resist. Though many rushed forward, they were all like vulnerable chickens and dogs, each one exploded into a blood mist by Ye Fan's single punch.

Even Earth Corpse and the Sky Devouring Beast could no longer endure. Both coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, their arms fractured sequentially and turned into blood mist. Then, cracks appeared on their bodies, signaling their imminent demise.

"Clang!" "Clang!"...

Ye Fan continuously wielded his Emperor Fist, each strike landing on the alms bowl. After thirty-six powerful blows, the purple-gold Buddhist artifact finally gave way, shattering into pieces.

With a tremendous crash, most of the alms bowl was destroyed, turning to dust. A small, brilliant purple-gold portion remained, the part that Amitābha Buddha's spiritual power had nourished, proving difficult to obliterate.

A roc soared through the sky!

On Ye Fan's shoulder, the golden-winged roc, now a foot long, with eyes incredibly bright and a body seemingly cast from gold, flapped its wings, soaring skyward. It swallowed the purple-gold immortal material, intending to use it to forge its own artifact.

Afterward, it descended, returning to Ye Fan's shoulder, its gaze brilliant and as piercing as golden lamps.

This was the majestic ancient golden roc, a Saint King of the eighth heaven. Yet, its current demeanor was astonishing; it had been subdued by Ye Fan's supreme martial will and was willing to serve as a protector beast king.

"You..."

Earth Corpse was startled and enraged. The alms bowl, buried underground for over 300,000 years, had emerged with him into the world, intricately linked to his fate and serving as his spiritual anchor. Now, to have it taken by someone was unbearable.

But worse was yet to come. Ye Fan advanced, his Heavenly Emperor Fist unparalleled. He stood in the forbidden realm, supreme and unrivaled.

With one punch from Ye Fan, Earth Corpse was sent flying, drenched in blood, submerged in boundless divine light, unable to struggle.

Chaotic qi permeated the air as Ye Fan approached step by step. Earth Corpse felt bitter. After only a few dozen exchanges, he was powerless to retaliate. What talk was there of contending on the Emperor's Path now?

Compared to the current Ye Fan, the gap was immense. He stammered, "Is the forbidden realm really this terrifying?!"

"Boom!"

The response was a golden fist that pulverized all the artifacts he conjured. Then, the fist pierced his chest, causing him to explode on the spot. No secret art or magic treasure could withstand this peerless strike! Only a cloud of blood mist remained.

The Sky Devouring Beast was terrified and turned to flee, but where could it go? The moment it moved, Ye Fan cut off its path. From beginning to end, no one was able to escape.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Thousands of runes surged from its brow, weaving into a miniature cosmos. Suns, moons, and stars rotated within it, and chaotic qi swirled faintly. This was a real small world, a cage.

This time, Ye Fan did not evade. His true form entered, radiating immense light, directly shattering the heaven and earth within and destroying the real miniature cosmos.

"Puff!"

The Sky Devouring Beast coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, and its brow exploded, revealing a gruesome wound. Blood and brain matter spilled out.

Ye Fan's expression remained cold, his murderous intent reaching the nine heavens, suppressing without mercy.

Finally, all sounds ceased. Bodies perished. In the chaotic mist, only a golden fist remained, suppressing the firmament. The Sky Devouring Beast became a pool of blood, departing in terror!

Ye Fan stood between heaven and earth, his gaze cold. Above his head, the Cauldron of Primordial Qi of All Creations floated, with streams of qi cascading down like ribbons, enveloping him and making him impervious to all methods.

This was an invincible true form! With this artifact guarding him, no one could contend.

I truly wanted to finish this entire section in one go, to give everyone a completely satisfying read. However, I genuinely have something important tomorrow—a friend's wedding—so I can't write late into the night, or I won't be able to wake up in the morning. Please forgive me. If you've enjoyed reading these past two days, please cast a monthly vote. We're only a hundred or so votes behind the top few, let's try to catch up.