Chapter 1551: Forbidden Zone Visitor

The White-Clothed Divine King’s return greatly stirred Ye Fan’s heart. Though not his master, the Divine King was akin to a benefactor, having taught him the Sacred Law and granted him a new lease on life. It was the Divine King who, years ago, used his essence to baptize Ye Fan’s Dao diagram, helping him overcome a critical hurdle that would otherwise have led to his demise.

"Welcome the Divine King!"

The moment Ye Fan moved, everyone was naturally alerted. The main figures of the Ji family had already received the news and opened their grandest gates, preparing to welcome the Divine King with the highest honors.

All eyes were on him. Everyone in the Big Dipper knew of the Divine King's origins; his heroic and majestic demeanor had once made him famous throughout the land, leaving behind countless legends.

Even after one or two centuries, his glorious legend continued.

At the Yaochi Grand Gathering, the White-Clothed Divine King fought alone against the ancestral kings of various ancient tribes, stained with blood, moving and inspiring awe to the point of tears.

If anyone in the Big Dipper could be called a hero, it was undoubtedly the White-Clothed Divine King. In every aspect, he was absolutely qualified, having lived a magnificent life, worthy of the highest respect, and possessing an extraordinary spirit.

Jiang Taixu was undeniably a peerless genius of his generation, possessing both talent and strength. However, his life was incredibly difficult and plagued by misfortune. In his white-haired twilight years, he watched his beloved pass away, his life force withered, and he ventured into the desolate wilderness… He was a figure that evoked sighs of regret.

Among the people Ye Fan admired most in his life, the Divine King and the Fifth Generation Source Heaven Grandmaster were undoubtedly at the forefront. Seeing the Divine King again now left his heart far from calm.

The Grandmaster had already passed away, transforming into a rain of light on a brilliant morning. But the Divine King was still here, and Ye Fan hoped he would remain unrivaled forever, standing proudly above the world.

"Greetings, Divine King!" Ye Fan performed a grand bow, expressing his joy and excitement.

Even though he was already a Great Saint, one of the top figures in the world, he still showed reverence and gratitude. This was always his most respected Divine King Jiang.

Years had passed, and the White-Clothed Divine King's appearance had not changed much. Only his snow-white long hair had become even whiter. When Fairy Caiyun passed away, his hair turned white overnight and had remained so ever since.

Time had left some marks on him, but it was clear that the Divine King's youthful heroism was still present, even now. His appearance remained young, though his eyes held a profound weariness from countless hardships and tribulations. This gave him a unique maturity and depth that made him unforgettable.

Divine King Jiang helped Ye Fan up and carefully examined him, feeling a sense of relief and emotion. The passage of time, with new generations replacing the old, was something he now understood deeply.

"You have grown strong," the White-Clothed Divine King said softly. "The path ahead will be difficult, but you must press forward without hesitation."

Ye Fan nodded. This was the Divine King's hope, and it was also the path he was destined to walk, one he would naturally follow to the very end.

"Who is this? Does 'Divine King' mean 'King among Gods'? Who bestowed that title? Who would be convinced?" Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

In this celebratory atmosphere, such a voice was clearly out of place, indicating that the speaker was not merely there for the engagement ceremony but had ill intentions.

In the current era, heroes were rising in great numbers. Kings vied for supremacy, Great Saints appeared, Sect Ancestors descended, and Quasi-Emperors emerged. Even the Supremes within the forbidden zones of life had awakened. This was an unprecedented and undeniably complex grand era.

In such a vast environment, all types of individuals were present, many from across the myriad realms. It was expected that there would be those who would target Ye Fan.

However, it was unexpected that someone would emerge so early in the celebration, before Ye Fan himself was even involved, and brazenly challenge the peerless Divine King.

Ye Fan sharply turned, his gaze intimidating, staring in that direction. Any disrespect shown to the Divine King was a far more serious matter than a direct challenge to himself.

"I merely spoke the truth. I had a question and felt compelled to voice it. Perhaps the human race is truly arrogant, but the title 'Divine King' should not be used so casually."

It was a man in his mid-twenties, appearing far from frivolous. His voice was slow, powerful, and somewhat imposing, and his eyes blazed like torches. He wore dark Nether Iron divine armor, which shimmered with a cold, crystalline, metallic sheen, making him look very formidable.

His physique was robust, and his demeanor extraordinary, as if an ancient war god had walked out of a primeval era. His feet were untouched by dust, his crystalline black battle armor covering even his soles, and a sacred halo enveloped his entire body.

He approached from a distance, like a deity!

His long black hair cascaded over his shoulders and back. The only part of him not covered by the Nether Iron armor was his head, revealing his face and radiant eyes. His expression was resolute, with sharp, sword-like eyebrows. Overall, this man was exceptionally distinguished and clearly an extraordinary figure.

In the current Big Dipper realm, few had not heard of Divine King Jiang, and even fewer dared to openly challenge Ye Fan. This person must have a remarkably significant background.

To dare to step forward and provoke trouble, he must have considerable backing and power!

"To speak like that in this setting, under these circumstances, shows even greater arrogance. If you want to challenge me, bring it on! I accept!" Ye Fan said, looking at him.

Ye Fan was decisive, not wanting to waste words. He intended to act immediately, and even on this joyous occasion, there was no sign of him holding back.

The crowd was astonished. The engagement ceremony had barely begun; was a battle about to erupt already? Many attendees, including ancient clans and saints from beyond this domain, were not entirely benevolent. Many were invigorated, eager to witness a fierce struggle.

Who was Ye Fan? The Human Sacred Body, one of the most powerful individuals of this generation, unrivaled on the ancient human path, reputed to have no equal across that vast starry sky.

How could this newcomer dare to act this way if he wasn't of an equivalent stature? His identity must be incredibly prominent; otherwise, he wouldn't dare issue such a challenge!

"Alright, then come on," the newcomer said casually, as if it were nothing serious, like preparing for an ordinary game. He showed no fear of engaging in battle with the Sacred Body, whose combat prowess defied the heavens.

His black armor shimmered with a dark, crystalline glow. With each step, it emitted a clanking metallic sound that, to the onlookers, resembled a demonic melody, unnerving their very souls.

He was overly confident. His demeanor, standing before the Ji family's gates, facing Divine King Jiang and the Human Sacred Body, truly sent a chill down everyone's spines.

Dongfang Ye, Li Heishui, Yaoyue Kong, Wu Zhongtian, and others were all indignant. This man was simply too arrogant.

Furthermore, this self-confidence was innate, not feigned or deliberate, but simply his nature. It made people question his identity and background.

Ye Fan stepped forward. At this point, what did he have to fear from a battle? His formidable reputation had been forged through combat!

"If you're speaking to me, then allow me," the White-Clothed Divine King calmly interjected. He possessed an extraordinary, divine aura, unchanged from the past—unrivaled in grace, distinguished, and composed.

The Divine King was ageless, having lived a second life. Though his heart held the weariness of ages, he had never been inferior to anyone in his life. How could he fear the provocation of a junior?

"No!" Ye Fan vehemently disagreed. Given the Divine King's status, how could he be allowed to act personally while Ye Fan was present? He said, "Please take your seat for now. There's no need for you to trouble yourself with him; my intervention will be sufficient."

"I have plenty of time. You can come one by one," said the man in Nether Iron battle armor, his eyes sparkling, thick black hair falling around him, and the halo emanating from his body becoming even more astonishing.

Everyone was startled; these words were far too arrogant!

This truly enraged Dongfang Ye and the others. The Saint Emperor's Son immediately frowned and pointed directly at the man, wishing to fight on Ye Fan's behalf in such a setting, as it was his big day.

"I know of you. Your father is indeed remarkable, but I wonder about you. Why not join the fight as well?" the man in Nether Iron battle armor said. He was enveloped in divine light like a divine warrior, his aura astonishing, flickering like flames.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan stepped forward directly, golden battle energy soaring into the sky, sweeping across the land, his aura engulfing thousands of miles. He seemed like an ancient god descending, looking down upon all realms.

His vast golden blood energy and unmatched combat power transformed into an ocean, sweeping forward. Without a word, he made his move, ready to unleash an earth-shattering blow.

At that moment, however, the Saint Emperor's Son also couldn't resist moving. He was so violent and domineering that he seemed like an ancient divine peak exploding, stirring up the cosmos as he directly advanced.

This was poised to be an earth-shattering battle!

Just then, two more auras erupted simultaneously: one naturally from the man in black metallic divine armor, and the other from a pale-faced individual who seemed to never see the sun, possessing a sickly, delicate beauty.

This person was An Pu, from the Undying Mountain, who had appeared at the Myriad Spirits Grand Gathering. He was extremely handsome, but his complexion was so fair it looked as if he had just recovered from a severe illness, lacking a certain heroic vigor.

Yet, at this moment, he unleashed an aura that stunned all the powerful beings across the myriad realms—it was terrifying!

These four powerhouses were clearly all Emperor-level figures. As their auras reached their peak, they swept across the eight directions, shaking people to their very souls, causing many strong individuals to almost collapse on the spot.

Those nearby were either sent flying or prostrated on the ground. Only the White-Clothed Divine King remained in the center of the scene, his expression peaceful and unperturbed, not even a corner of his robe stirring as he quietly observed everything.

"Shen Ming, you're going a bit too far," An Pu said, his tone still as gentle and soft as before.

Everyone's hearts trembled. Many years had passed since the Myriad Spirits Grand Gathering, and by now, many had already guessed An Pu's origin. Seeing him speak this way now confirmed the terrifying background of Shen Ming.

They must be of the same caliber, hailing from the forbidden zones of life!

A moment ago, people thought the one An Pu called Shen Ming was overly arrogant. Now, only deep reverence remained. With such a rank and background, he certainly possessed the confidence and qualifications.

"You know I'm always direct; I speak my mind without beating around the bush," Shen Ming said to An Pu, his expression unchanged. "Of course, acting this way at an engagement ceremony is indeed impolite. But I felt a thrill at the prospect of a challenge and truly wanted to fight; I couldn't resist."

He was not being pretentious; his words were plain and natural, demonstrating an innate confidence and natural dominance. He continued, "Although it's impolite, I won't apologize, nor will I retract what I said earlier. That was my true feeling. If you are displeased, you are welcome to fight!"

"Then, as you wish!" Ye Fan's unleashed aura exploded like a bursting dam, instantly shaking heaven and earth. His voice was as cold as a death god's whisper.