Chapter 1612: Moving the World

"You... you're really Ye Fan?" The powerful figure lay in a pool of blood, his body almost ruined. He tried to struggle several times but failed, his face filled with shock and terror.

This was an impossible person to appear; how could he be in this world again? The news, if spread, could shake the heavens and make the entire starry sky tremble.

In the past, the Human Saint Body's struggle against the Supremes was well known. He had bled out in an outer domain and never returned. No one believed he could still be alive; it was universally accepted that he had died in battle.

"It's just a name; what's there to impersonate?" Ye Fan's face was indifferent. Although his eyes were dim, they held a steadfast resolve, making him seem as profound as a vast ocean.

The young powerhouse from the Yaoguang lineage shivered violently, feeling his soul tremble. He had never faced Ye Fan directly back then, but he had seen his stone statue, whose spiritual essence had been preserved. Now, with this confirmation, he was convinced that the person before him was not lying; it was indeed the same individual.

The ground trembled, and the scent of earth mixed with grass filled his nostrils. He watched Ye Fan approach step by step. Ye Fan's strong, slender physique seemed as heavy as a mountain. His close proximity made the young man feel as if he were suffocating, unable to breathe.

"Ye... Senior," the young man said, changing his address the moment he spoke. The terror in his eyes flickered and vanished. "I never imagined, Senior, that you were still alive. I think many people would be glad to hear this news."

"Perhaps," Ye Fan replied, his expression neutral, devoid of joy or sorrow. "There are also those who wouldn't wish to hear this news."

"How could that be? Senior, you fought against the Supremes in the starry sky; you should be respected by all. Your appearance would surely cause a huge sensation, and countless people would come to pay homage," said the young powerhouse from the Yaoguang lineage.

Ye Fan neither confirmed nor denied it. "How did the Dark Turmoil end?" he asked. He began inquiring about past events, which were his true concern.

"It was suppressed by an Empress..." Suddenly, as the young powerhouse spoke, his body began to glow and rapidly fade. It was a powerful surge of mystical energy; he possessed a secret artifact that allowed him to retain some of his cultivation.

His body erupted with astonishing divine power. As a Great Saint level powerhouse, he could naturally tear through the sky. However, he wasn't attacking Ye Fan, for he had already experienced Ye Fan's Heavenly Emperor Fist—a supreme battle technique that once made an entire generation of heroes unable to raise their heads. Now, he had personally felt it and was convinced that Ye Fan was invincible. At this moment, he wanted to escape and transmit the terrifying news of the Human Saint Body's survival back to his sect, allowing them to make decisions and launch a major operation.

Yet, even with his temporary mystical power and soaring aura, nothing changed. Ye Fan took a single step, without any light or energy ripples around him. One foot simply descended, crushing the young man's halo and causing a massive explosion.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's foot shattered the long sky, directly forcing him out and preventing his escape. As the young man attacked with his ultimate artifact, intending to fight to the death, blood splattered. He felt his vision go dark, then lost consciousness forever, as a single foot crushed him into a pulp, ending his life.

It was that simple. From beginning to end, Ye Fan showed no emotion. He didn't even glance down, striding deeper into the battlefield, leaving behind only a steady, resilient back.

In the Immortal Ascension Battlefield, light rained down like delicate, crystalline petals, or as if someone was undergoing immortal transformation, appearing brilliant and beautiful.

Ye Fan walked silently, like a lone wolf. Having once battled an ancient Supreme, fighting to the death, he naturally carried a terrifying aura.

When he was alone and calm, this aura naturally emanated. Even without any divine power fluctuations, it still caused a primal dread, like wild beasts facing a king in the wilderness, making others instinctively want to detour and avoid him.

Even though Ye Fan had lost fragments of his Dharma, he remained fearless, continuing his journey with cold indifference and solitude, unafraid of anyone seeking trouble with him.

Years had passed, and he hoped to find old friends here, longing to reunite with them. However, this region was too vast, even larger than the Eastern Wasteland of old. Unable to cross the void now, he could only search slowly.

A blood crow swooped down silently from high in the sky, revealing its vicious talons only when close, tearing towards Ye Fan's head. Its enormous body, dozens of feet long, surged with blood energy. Immediately, clouds pressed down, fierce winds raged, and an eerie howl filled the air, as if countless resentful souls were wailing.

This was a Great Saint level blood crow, forged on a path of blood and bone. Its physique was naturally powerful, its blood-red feathers clanged, casting a large shadow on the ground.

Ye Fan turned sideways, covering dozens of feet in a single step, avoiding the attack. He looked back indifferently, staring at the blood crow with no expression. At that moment, the blood crow's feathers bristled; it felt as if *it* were the prey, targeted.

With one last strike, its talons shattered the sky, leaving destruction in their wake. Then, it flapped its wings, preparing to ascend into the heavens.

However, a figure was too swift. It leaped up, even more fiercely than the crow's dive, extending its hands. The crow had nowhere to evade and was directly seized.

The blood crow shrieked, shaking the mountains. Its ominous death cry possessed a terrifying penetrative power, cracking some peaks. It wanted to break free from this dreadful human. Between its sharp talons, blood light surged, enough to make even peak Great Saints die with regret, exploding their bodies.

Yet, the human remained completely still, holding its talons firmly. His hands exerted force, making the crow feel its bones breaking and blood splattering. An irresistible immense force surged upwards, threatening to tear it vertically in half!

This power was too terrifying, directly spreading and shaking it. The person was holding its legs, intent on tearing it apart alive, a display of might that chilled the crow to its core.

"No!"

The blood crow had cultivated for five or six hundred years, soaring across several starfields, rarely encountering a match. Never before had it felt such a threat of death, experiencing this level of terror for the first time.

This human appeared ordinary, yet within his not-so-large, slender body, he contained power like a volcano or a vast ocean. He held the crow as easily as if it were a small chick.

Ye Fan released his grip but hooked an arm around one of the crow's blood wings, flipping onto its back. He sat cross-legged, calm and composed, unmoving like a bedrock.

The blood crow was furious. It was a Great Saint, powerful and arrogant, or it wouldn't have been qualified to reach this place. It never imagined being treated this way.

Infinite killing intent swelled within it. For so many years, who dared to sit on its back? It yearned to flap its wings instantly and tear the person apart with unparalleled strength, devouring him on the spot.

However, reason brought it back to calm. Although its entire body trembled with rage, it forcibly restrained itself.

"Northwest direction!" Ye Fan said.

The blood crow was enraged that it was being treated as a mount, especially with such a calm, unruffled tone. This only intensified its frustration.

It shot straight up into the sky, its feathers bristling as if about to ignite. A terrifying power ripple emanated from its body, and its muscles and bones vibrated. It could definitely destroy a Great Saint artifact.

Yet, this person was immensely powerful, utterly unshakeable. Despite the crow's ferocity, the other merely struck down with a palm, causing its entire body to crack and making it cough up large mouthfuls of blood.

Furthermore, the person was incredibly indifferent, as if performing a mundane task, not even furrowing a brow from beginning to end. This unsettling feeling made the crow sense it was facing an ancient Supreme, not an equal opponent; the person's demeanor was precisely that of a Supreme.

The other party showed no reaction whatsoever, simply striking down with another palm, almost causing the crow to explode in the sky. Then, only four words emerged from the person's mouth: "Northwest direction."

Terror filled the blood crow's heart, and it trembled involuntarily. It knew that if it showed any more hostility or tried to kill the person, it would instantly be crushed with cold indifference, turning into a bloody mist.

For some reason, it felt as though it was facing a peerless demonic lord. Its body betrayed its will, starting to spasm uncontrollably, filled with immense dread.

"Who... who exactly are you?!" It desperately wanted to know the person's identity. It had heard of almost everyone who had reached the First Imperial Pass by now, but not of such a terrifying individual.

"Ye Fan," the young man on its back calmly replied, sitting unshakable as bedrock.

The blood crow's body trembled, its feathers bristling, and its voice quivered as it asked, "Which... Ye Fan?!"

"The one you're thinking of," the young man on its back said smoothly.

"What? You're... the Human Saint Body, you survived?!" At that moment, the blood crow trembled uncontrollably, its bones rattling as if they might fall apart. It couldn't believe any of it, its heart filled with shock.

It finally understood why this person was so calm and composed, treating even a Divine Beast of its Great Saint caliber as commonplace. It was this person, who had once battled ancient Supremes; of course, he would be like this.

That was the aura acquired from fighting the Supremes, like a king of beasts in the forest. His presence on this battlefield, even if his strength wasn't paramount, meant his experience and courage were unmatched.

Since it was him, no other explanation was needed; it was all sufficient. He indeed possessed the demeanor to look down on all heroes, simply because he was Ye Fan.

"You... you survived, you're still alive." At this point, the blood crow couldn't speak further. This news was too shocking, utterly revolutionary; if it spread, it could shake the entire battlefield.

"Northwest direction." Ye Fan repeated the same words.

"Very well!" The next moment, the blood crow flapped its wings, flying like a crimson lightning bolt across the sky, surveying the mountains and lands below, taking everything in.

It knew Ye Fan was searching for old friends, so it headed towards regions where pillars of light had once appeared, breaking the tranquility of one area after another.

Across the vast land, on various mountains, terrifying figures stood, their gazes turning into beams of light that pierced through the clouds, staring at the blood crow flying across the sky.

"Who is that person, sitting cross-legged on a Great Saint level fierce bird? Why does his back... look familiar?"

"Why do I feel a shiver, even from tens of thousands of miles high? That person... he feels familiar!"

"Is it him? How could it be? He fought the ancient Supremes to the death and was long buried in that most terrible Dark Turmoil. He shouldn't be in this world."

"Unbelievable. In a daze, I saw a most terrifying enemy return. Is it truly him? Has he come back to this world?"

"Is it the one who was once unrivaled among his generation? This isn't real. He was buried in the cosmos with the ancient Supremes, his blood staining the starry sky. How could he reappear?!"

At that moment, the Immortal Ascension Battlefield trembled as if a hurricane was sweeping the land, shaking mountains. Others were oblivious, but the most powerful individuals from years past felt a dreadful premonition, all simultaneously looking up at the sky.