Chapter 1614: Wind and Cloud Rise Again

The Battlefield of Immortals was anything but peaceful. Large groups of people were on the move, belonging to various factions, but all sharing a single objective: to find Ye Fan.

Lush vegetation covered the land, and one monstrous beast after another roared. This was a hilly region, and a contingent of people passed through, exuding a chilling aura that caused the leaves on the trees to fall, as if swept away by an autumn blade. They wore metallic armor that gleamed with a cold light, appearing like heavenly soldiers descended to earth. Each possessed the combat power of a Great Saint, no less formidable than the most powerful forces of the ancient Heavenly Court.

"What is so special about the man who once defeated Overlord? Three hundred years have passed; many things have changed, and it's not like before!" someone spoke chillingly, their iron armor clanging. These individuals appeared ruthless, emanating a powerful aura—all of them masters.

They belonged to the same faction, following the same leader. They were men of few words, like gods and devils who had broken free from the shackles of hell and fought their way out, utterly cold and ruthless. They were Overlord's followers. Some hailed from the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, while others had encountered him during fierce battles in the star domain and subsequently pledged their allegiance.

In the past, Ye Fan endured countless battles, sweeping through the ancient human path invincibly. However, his fight against Overlord was undoubtedly exceptionally arduous. In that battle, he bled across the starry sky and suffered severe injuries. Throughout his life, there were few occasions as perilous, fighting until his Sacred Blood surged wildly. Although Overlord was defeated in that engagement, it was not a great humiliation; he was simply a step behind. Moreover, Ye Fan had activated a Divine Restraint during that fight; otherwise, Overlord might have had another chance.

In fact, Overlord was undoubtedly a peerless powerhouse among his generation. Yet, many only remembered his defeat, overlooking the inner details of that battle, which involved the Divine Restraint realm. He was a severely underestimated, unparalleled formidable figure. In the struggle for supremacy on the Emperor's Road, he possessed immense potential and qualifications; with sufficient opportunities, ruling the world would be no issue.

In another region, a group of powerful cultivators stood on the vast plains. Black mist surged around them, making them appear like a host of world-devouring demon kings descending upon the human realm. Their numbers were significant, already numbering over twenty, surpassing any other faction at the moment. Wherever they passed, birds scattered and beasts fled, and all living creatures were terrified by the overwhelming aura of death. Leading them was a Death Knight, clad in black armor, enveloped in a swirling mist of the netherworld.

"The Underworld is the final resting place for all spirits; how could the Sacred Body be absent from it..." A chilling voice resounded, like the sigh of the Grim Reaper, sending shivers down one's spine. It was filled with the deathly intent of the undead, seemingly echoing from the netherworld. They came from the Underworld. Only a few of their leaders possessed their own consciousness; the other Death Knights were powerful instruments of war, summoned beings without independent minds. Of course, the contender from the Underworld vying for the Emperor's Road had not appeared in person. These were merely a few of his followers. He was currently engaged in open and covert battles within the Great Emperor Pass and had not yet arrived here.

Before a magnificent waterfall, a man stood bare-chested, his bronze body exceptionally robust and imbued with explosive power. His eyes gleamed with a wild intensity. "Three hundred years have passed; times have changed, Human Sacred Body—you are old!"

With a thunderous roar, the great waterfall reversed its flow, inexplicably surging upwards. A towering waterfall thousands of feet high behaving thus at a single shout was utterly shocking. This was not due to magical power, but solely to a terrifying sonic wave and his surging blood energy, vast as an ocean. The surrounding mountains and valleys trembled, and many peaks cracked under the immense vibration. This was a representative figure among the late-stage masters, one of the strongest in the last three hundred years. His name was Tuoba Mo, and his words and actions were devilish, uninhibited, and extremely domineering. In the past, he had slain many Great Saints and purged immortal holy lands with cruel and ruthless methods. At that moment, his eyes were like a hawk's, and his thick black hair cascaded over his bronze physique, giving him a demonic appearance.

In front of a thatched hut, a young man in green robes sat cross-legged beneath an ancient tree, an old sword resting across his lap. He appeared exceptionally refined, possessing an otherworldly aura. "They say you met with an accident; in that case, there's no need to inform my master. Sacred Body Ye Fan, you caused my master regret for three hundred years because he couldn't find you then and couldn't strike you down with a single sword. Today, I will fight on his behalf and bring an end to this grudge." He was Yin Tiande's foremost disciple, named Yi Ming. He possessed profound mastery in array patterns and astonishing combat power, having single-handedly swept through several ancient paths. The ancient sword on his knees hummed softly, and even without the augmentation of principles and magical power, it suddenly shot skyward like a bolt of white silk, piercing clouds and rending the heavens—an utterly terrifying sight.

"Is it really him? To survive a bloody battle with a Supreme Being... it's a miracle!""Mistake! From now on, he no longer exists in this world. That's just a demonic fiend, nothing more; he merely needs to be killed!"

The Battlefield of Immortals was vast, with magnificent mountains and rivers stretching endlessly. The territory was immense, and the areas Ye Fan had passed through became restless, beginning a great upheaval. "After three hundred years, there is no longer a Sacred Body Ye Fan in this world. Anyone daring to appear under his name shall be killed without question!" Wind howled and beasts roared, filling the mountains and rivers with a chilling aura. Large contingents of people were on the move, their killing intent obscuring the sun and making the entire battlefield tremble. All the powerful factions had deployed, marching in one direction. Many regarded their target as a formidable enemy, seemingly intending to encircle and annihilate a world-shaking demonic overlord!

Despite various rumors that the person's body had major issues, explaining his late appearance, his name from the past was too resounding. This made some adversaries extremely cautious, daring not to be careless. This was a group of people hostile to Ye Fan, either due to past grievances or because his existence obstructed their paths, making it imperative to forcefully remove him. However, on the surface, no one dared to openly declare their intent to kill the Sacred Body Ye Fan. Instead, they all raised banners proclaiming they were fighting for Senior Ye's pure reputation and glory. No one dared to defy the prevailing sentiment. If they were truly reckless and dared to act so brazenly, they would surely be drowned in public condemnation, their names tarnished for many years, even if they didn't die. These people were so cold-blooded that they dared to step forward in this era, sharpening their blades, all acting in unison. Yet, some among them felt fear, their hearts pounding, hoping for a collective annihilation to put an end to their apprehension. Of course, there were also many who sought to follow Ye Fan's footsteps with a pilgrimage in their hearts, feeling both excitement and anxiety.

The Battlefield of Immortals was immense, and these were merely major disturbances in the outer regions. The turmoil had not yet reached the deepest parts of the battlefield; only the areas where Ye Fan had appeared were in disarray.

Over the next two days, Ye Fan sensed an unusual atmosphere. He allowed the Blood Crow to land, then turned and began retracing his steps. "You should go," Ye Fan told the Blood Crow, no longer using it for transportation. "I won't leave. In the past, I didn't know it was you, and I may have offended you, but now..." The Blood Crow refused to depart. Ye Fan shook his head; staying by his side would undoubtedly be very dangerous. Although he had lost his magical power, he still possessed strong intuition, sensing the unusual movements of the past two days. The Great Saint Blood Crow refused to leave, determined to become his follower. Ye Fan glanced at him, said nothing more, and stepped into the mountains and plains. There were forests and silver waterfalls, and though the Blood Crow spread its wings, it was difficult to see Ye Fan's figure from the sky.

A day later, Ye Fan officially encountered a large group of people in an open area. Without a word, over twenty riders galloped toward him. The entire ground trembled, and great cracks appeared—it was a squadron of Death Knights. They carried a dense aura of death, as if crossing time and space from the netherworld. Their thunderous hooves, like exploding lightning, officially initiated the eerie atmosphere of the day, transforming a silent understanding into a killing calamity. The people from the Underworld were the first to arrive. They intended to take Ye Fan. Only a few of their leaders possessed their own consciousness, but the other Death Knights all had Great Saint bodies, being warriors who had died in ancient battles. Black mist surged like a tide, carrying ill omens and the aura of the undead. It engulfed the entire open battlefield, and wind and thunder combined, turning into a furious roar of destiny. "You have already died; at the end of samsara, you shall see eternity. The Underworld is your ultimate destination!" the leading knight roared.

Ye Fan stood there, as steady as a rock. Only when the twenty-odd riders closed in, and the ten-foot-long black halberd was about to descend upon his head, did he finally move. "Clang!" With a soft clang, the halberd in the leading knight's hand shattered instantly, sending black divine iron shards flying in all directions, wounding many behind him on the spot. Ye Fan was expressionless as he surged forward, moving with unbelievable speed. He destroyed a Great Saint artifact with a single punch, embarking on a massacre. These beings were extremely powerful, formidable figures in life, renowned across their regions and with great backgrounds. After death, they fell into the Underworld, transforming into Yin Soldiers and Yin Generals, becoming instruments of war with bodies of copper sinews and iron bones, possessing indestructible physiques. Unfortunately, they encountered Ye Fan, whose physique was even more formidable. He moved like a phantom, shifting left and right with incredible speed, his palms surpassing even the most powerful Saint artifacts. Moments later, Ye Fan's punch pierced through the leader's skull. With supreme divine might, he continued to kill, one after another. There was no blood spatter, only crumbling bodies, all reduced to fragments of bone and bloody mist.

Ye Fan stood silently for a moment, then resumed his journey. He was dressed simply, in clothes given to him by the youth Bai Ye, appearing now like an ascetic monk.

"I once heard that you impersonated Ye Fan, the Human Race's heroic Sacred Body. The esteemed reputation and glory of Senior Ye shall not be tarnished. Today, I will nail you to a bleeding cross!"

It was another encounter, this time with an exceptionally large number of people. Individuals from numerous factions had converged, effectively blockading this ancient battlefield and surrounding it completely. The leader was a stern-faced middle-aged man wielding a spear, riding a green-scaled beast. The two-zhang-long spear made him appear exceptionally mighty. This was a Peak Great Saint, one of the disciples taken in by the Divine Court Lord without a formal master-disciple relationship. He had also left his name on a crystal stele and had arrived at this place. He and his group were followers of the Emperor Lord's son, but the one they guarded was currently in the Great Emperor Pass and had not appeared here. At this moment, he pointed his great spear from a distance at Ye Fan's glabella, signaling to those around him, his eyes filled with a cruel glint as he prepared to charge.

Whether in the past or present, Ye Fan would never tolerate someone pointing a Great Saint artifact at his Celestial Platform. Even when facing so many people, all of them Great Saints, he still responded forcefully. He left an afterimage behind, then struck within the multitude. His movement was incredibly fast and as fierce as lightning. A single palm strike shattered the great spear. Everyone gasped in alarm. These were Great Saints from many factions, yet Ye Fan's swift and ferocious attack made every heart pound. The nominal disciple of the Divine Court Lord roared, struggling fiercely, but it was futile. Ye Fan unleashed a killing blow, his palm descending like a heavenly stele. The great spear had already shattered, but the palm strike did not stop. With a splat, it crushed the man's raised fists, then cleaved into his skull. Without suspense, the Great Saint's head shattered like a watermelon, scattering blood. Ye Fan did not stop there; his momentum continued, and the green-scaled beast that had tried to bite him was also instantly reduced to a pulp of flesh.

At that moment, the entire valley fell into profound silence. With just one palm strike, Ye Fan had shattered the great spear, crushed the Great Saint's head, and killed the ancient exotic green-scaled beast. The place instantly became utterly quiet, a deathly stillness.