Chapter 1613: 无圣体

A strong wind swept across the ancient battlefield. The massive Blood Crow carried Ye Fan away, stirring up immense commotion. Powerful individuals, sensing something profound, stood on mountain peaks, gazing at the sky.

On the Blood Crow's back, the figure was indistinct, even blurry. He was like a steadfast rock, exuding an unshakeable strength.

It was as if a meteor had crashed into the ocean. A colossal wave swept across the vast lands, and some of the supreme experts within the Flying Immortal Battlefield witnessed it, their gazes filled with awe.

Many were shocked, yet also uncertain. Was it truly that person? No one could be sure.

One hundred and fifty years ago, a man who looked exactly like the White-Clothed Divine King had appeared, causing a massive uproar. However, he was later exposed as an imposter with ulterior motives.

“I believe this time it’s real,” someone whispered. “There’s no specific reason, just a genuine feeling that a world-shaking event is about to unfold on this battlefield!”

“Even ancient Supremes were interred in the starry heavens; how did he survive?” another exclaimed. “I’m certain some will be unable to sit still. This is truly an immense surprise!”

As the Blood Crow traversed the sky, the regions it passed through erupted in chaos. No one could remain calm, and countless piercing gazes, almost solidified, shot up towards the high heavens.

Some were shocked, others excited; reactions varied widely.

Enemies and adversaries gritted their teeth, their hearts filled with gloom. The sudden appearance of the Human Holy Body, like a towering mountain, instantly left many breathless. They felt this was an insurmountable peak in the struggle for the Imperial Path.

Conversely, some rejoiced, even shedding tears of excitement.

In bygone years, when dark turmoil swept across the land, the Human Holy Body's immense contributions were undeniable. Even if malicious individuals tried to obscure his brilliance, the truth could not be suppressed.

Ye Fan had shed his last drop of blood and was buried in the eternal void, never to return, which deeply affected many later generations of masters. Though they had never met him, they had heard his legends and felt profound respect. Now, hearing whispers and conjectures that he might have reappeared alive, they were naturally filled with shock and excitement. To them, he was a living miracle and a monument.

A strong wind rose, and the ancient battlefield was far from peaceful!

“Did I… cause you trouble?” the Blood Crow hesitated, its voice filled with respect and a hint of self-reproach. It had flown across the sky without any concealment, surely allowing some of the most powerful individuals to glimpse Ye Fan’s true form.

“It’s nothing,” Ye Fan replied, his voice devoid of joy or worry. He gazed expressionlessly at the magnificent mountains and rivers below, observing the boundless territory.

The Blood Crow had naturally heard of Ye Fan’s past deeds. Although it was a demon beast and a fierce, inherently arrogant bird that disdained worldly laws, it felt a sense of respect upon learning Ye Fan’s identity.

In those days, the Human Holy Body was far inferior to the Supremes. Yet, like a moth drawn to a flame, he used his blood and bones to embody fearlessness and unyielding resolve, fighting with his Great Accomplishment Holy Body and the Green Bronze Cauldron, making Supremes bleed across the starry sky. This was something no ordinary being could ever accomplish!

At that time, Great Saints were not uncommon in the cosmos, but how many could compare to Ye Fan? How many dared to make such a sacrifice, to stain heaven and earth with their blood, to face death, to wound Supremes, knowing full well they would be interred in the cosmos? To not flinch required an extraordinary spirit.

The Blood Crow’s feathers bristled, and surges of bloody aura materialized, obscuring the vision of those below. It feared that more and more terrifying powerful beings would fix their gaze upon Ye Fan.

Ye Fan remained silent and spoke little. Seeing the Blood Crow’s actions, he said nothing further, allowing it to proceed.

The Blood Crow originated from a very distant ancient star domain, far from the Human Ancient Road. Though it had heard of Ye Fan’s deeds over the years, it knew nothing of his old acquaintances.

The universe is simply too vast; even ruling supreme in one region, or even governing several star domains, does not guarantee recognition in more distant lands.

Ye Fan was known due to the bloody battle three hundred years ago.

“Let me think,” the Blood Crow began. “There’s a man named Pang Bo, and I believe he’s connected to you. He’s a greatly renowned Great Saint of my demon race. Over a century ago, in a fit of rage, he slaughtered across millions of miles, causing immense upheaval, simply to eliminate those who slandered your name.”

Ultimately, after pondering, the Blood Crow could only mention Pang Bo, and not in detail, as the two regions were too far apart, and it had only heard scattered rumors.

“How is he?” Ye Fan asked with concern.

“He suffered no losses,” the Blood Crow sighed. “He was sharp and dominant, slaying until blood flowed like rivers across a region, destroying more than one orthodox lineage.”

They continued their journey northwest.

Behind them, strong fluctuations emanated from several light gates. Many supreme figures, upon receiving reports, revealed solemn expressions.

Although the news remained unconfirmed and sparked suspicion, it warranted caution. How terrifying must it be for someone who had once fought a Supreme to the death to have survived?

Apart from everything else, the mere experience of that battle alone would benefit him for a lifetime, leaving many powerful individuals in silent contemplation.

Indeed, if such a person truly returned alive, he would undoubtedly obstruct the paths of many, standing like an insurmountable demonic mountain, impossible to bypass.

There were no weaklings among those who had come here, and they quickly pondered a question: Why had Ye Fan not appeared for three hundred years? He must have paid an unimaginable price to survive with such difficulty.

Perhaps he wasn’t as formidable as they imagined, and that was likely the truth!

Several days passed, and the light gates stabilized, connecting the two realms. This freed many remarkable heroes, who had once dominated their respective regions, from the necessity of personally guarding the gates.

In those areas, one faction after another emerged, establishing their mountain gates. With diverse orthodoxies, it was as if dozens, even hundreds, of great sects had taken root and formally established themselves there.

On one mountain peak, a light gate had stabilized and fully formed, no longer requiring suppression or guarding. Here, the palaces were magnificent, like grand heavenly temples. However, within one of the main halls, which should have been resplendent, it was now completely dark, resembling a bottomless black hole.

Faintly, one could discern a Great Dao Treasure Vase floating at the highest point of the main hall. It was this artifact that had swallowed all light, plunging the entire space into darkness.

That treasure vase was covered with ancient and vast talismans, appearing to contain an entire world rather than being a mere vessel.

This was no mere magic tool; it was a Great Dao symbol formed by someone who had cultivated to the extreme. Now, it had taken on this shape, manifesting tangibly here, so solid it resembled the most terrifying physical Dao artifact.

Beneath the Great Dao Treasure Vase, a person sat cross-legged. He was terrifying; in this world, his Dao cultivation remained unsevered, still capable of forming a true Great Dao symbol, which had manifested as the black treasure vase.

Clearly, this individual’s cultivation had reached its apex in a particular domain; otherwise, such a formidable manifestation would be impossible.

At that moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, which, like two flashes of lightning, tore through the void. In the brief burst of light, his indistinct facial outline could be glimpsed.

His thick black hair flowed freely. His features were remarkably striking, clearly indicating an extraordinary individual who surpassed his peers.

“Is it truly him?” he asked, his voice calm and unruffled.

“It shouldn’t be false. Several individuals who once fought him experienced intense emotional fluctuations, and their unusual reactions were observed,” replied another person in the hall, though the man beneath the Great Dao Treasure Vase was clearly the most revered.

“How strong is he?”

“He likely hasn’t broken through that barrier; it has nothing to do with a Quasi-Emperor,” another responded. They had clearly put significant effort into analyzing the combat traces left by Ye Fan to arrive at this judgment.

“Senior Brother, should we report this to Master immediately?”

The man beneath the Great Dao Treasure Vase sat cross-legged in the darkness, his gaze intimidating. Upon hearing the question, he stated coldly, “Master will face a fierce battle in the Imperial Pass beyond the light gate, contending for immortal scripture insights and secret texts. How could Divine Venerable, Yin Tiande, Zhang Bainian, and the others be easy opponents? He won’t be able to spare a moment for a while.”

This was the very landing site of the Yaoguang lineage. The man at the forefront was Mo Wentian, Yaoguang’s strongest disciple, whose cultivation was rumored to directly rival that of Yaoguang himself.

“Golden Cicada, Daoist Nine Calamities, Overlord, Great Might Holy Spirit, and others have also returned through the two-world passage. This is because it’s rumored that an immortal scripture, never before seen or circulated, might have been left by the Heavenly Sovereign. To obtain it, one doesn’t necessarily need heaven-defying combat power, but rather the genuine ability to comprehend the Heavenly Sovereign’s profound mysteries to glimpse the true scripture.”

“Taichu and the Emperor have not yet appeared. It’s unknown where they are.”

“Are you sure we don’t need to summon Master? That’s Ye Fan, the Holy Body, who shook an entire era three hundred years ago!” someone from the Yaoguang lineage urged.

“No need!” Mo Wentian declared, shaking his head, his gaze like a blazing torch, radiating a terrifying power. He continued, “The Human Holy Body died in battle three hundred years ago, buried in the universe with the supreme glory of having fought Supremes to the death. He is worthy of respect.” His tone then turned cold. “Three hundred years later, there is no Human Holy Body Ye Fan in this world. Someone is impersonating a fallen hero. Not only we, but many in the Flying Immortal Battlefield will fight for Senior Ye’s purity and glory. His heroic name must not be defiled, and many powerful lords will endeavor to slay that impostor.”

“But he really is the Holy Body Ye Fan,” someone whispered quietly.

Mo Wentian bared a mouth full of gleaming white teeth, stating grimly, “Three hundred years from now, there will be no Human Holy Body Ye Fan!”

“He is very strong,” another person stated.

“But he is not yet a Quasi-Emperor!” Mo Wentian declared coldly and ruthlessly. “The more powerful a person is, the more anticipated they become. You must believe that many factions will use this opportunity to temper their own disciples. They will wage war against him, and they will ‘voluntarily’ slay him in the name of Senior Ye!”

“I still think it’s better to report to Master; he might not agree to this…” someone began to object, but quickly fell silent upon seeing Mo Wentian’s cold demeanor.

“It is indeed a pity that Master missed the opportunity to battle Senior Ye Fan. However, Senior Ye also has a disciple named Yang Xi, who is also a Holy Body. I will confront him, continuing the battle of the previous generation. The question of who is stronger will be settled in our duel!” Mo Wentian stated calmly, yet with a chilling edge. He added, “He must be in the Flying Immortal Battlefield. I eagerly await our encounter, for that will also be the conclusive outcome of Master’s potential battle with Senior Ye!”

Not everyone shared Mo Wentian’s perspective from the Yaoguang lineage. Some rising powerful individuals were now seeking Ye Fan with a pilgrimage mindset, hoping to meet him.

“Senior Ye, where are you?”

Though some individuals were resolute, having come to contend for the Imperial Path, they now experienced a shift in their resolve. Driven by Ye Fan’s appearance, they wished to seek an audience and follow in his footsteps.

However, just as Mo Wentian had declared, personnel from other factions adamantly maintained that after three hundred years, there was no longer a Holy Body Ye Fan! Many were now rushing from all directions, converging on a specific region.