Chapter 1643: 摇光落

Many who knew him felt a bitter pang. More than three hundred years had passed, and not even the lingering bloodstains of a Supreme Being could halt Ye Fan's progress. Not only had he survived, but he had also attained the rank of Quasi-Emperor. His silhouette was receding further and further into the distance; how could anyone hope to catch up?

There was a time when they were rivals to Ye Fan, the Saint Body, contending fiercely with him. At certain stages, their cultivation even surpassed his, allowing them to look down on this newcomer from ahead on the ancient starry road.

However, as time went on, everything slowly began to change. The Saint Body rose, unstoppable!

"Brother Ye's path is nothing short of miraculous. To survive battles with the Stone Emperor and the Reincarnation Supreme, and even to ascend to greater heights, is truly admirable," Yaoguang remarked, a rare note of seriousness in his voice, differing from his usual gentleness.

He was a man of extraordinary talent whose cultivation path had always been smooth; few could contend with him on his journey. To this day, no one truly knew how powerful Yaoguang was.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, Yin Tiande, and the Divine Venerable. Ye Fan's final words had been directed at these three, and implicitly, the onlookers recognized their supreme strength.

Everyone waited in silence for their response, and the scene instantly became hushed.

The Divine Venerable remained impassive, saying nothing. Yin Tiande was also silent, showing no reaction. Only King Yaoguang stepped forward alone.

Every inch of Yaoguang's body glowed with resplendent light. He appeared like a celestial being, seemingly emerging from the dazzling sun, radiating astonishing brilliance.

No matter where he was, such a person was destined to be the center of attention. Even without speaking or moving, he commanded presence, becoming the focal point of the entire world.

This was his inherent charisma, a transcendent elegance, as if he were the central figure of this epoch, around whom the sun, moon, and stars revolved.

"Truth be told, it seems there's no deep-seated animosity between us," Yaoguang said, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze, radiating a warmth as bright as the noonday sun.

"Indeed, there's no profound enmity, but you've killed a significant number of people, and you've always been preoccupied with me," Ye Fan replied calmly. He held no great hatred for this individual, merely wishing to bring matters to a close.

Two mysterious beams shot from Yaoguang's eyes, as if capable of penetrating Ye Fan's very essence, and his aura began to surge. "I've always yearned for this battle," he stated, "but your advancement has been far too swift, quite beyond my expectations."

Around him, threads of divine order appeared, and a black Grand Dao Treasure Bottle floated above his head, making him appear even more extraordinary.

The chains of order formed a phoenix feather cloak, and the treasure bottle served as a weapon. Yaoguang now exuded a heightened aura of lethal intent, signaling his readiness to act.

Everyone present was stunned, their faces etched with shock. Just how powerful was Yaoguang? He was actually preparing to confront a Quasi-Emperor. Had he, too, reached that realm?

"After today, there might be no more Yaoguang in this world, but I cannot refuse this battle," he said calmly, a gentle smile even playing on his lips.

It must be said that Yaoguang was a man of immense personal charm; even on the verge of such a life-or-death battle, he radiated a pleasant, refreshing aura.

He had almost entered the Quasi-Emperor realm, with one foot already across the threshold. In just a few more years, or even months, he would fully succeed!

Everyone gasped, now fully comprehending Yaoguang's immense power.

"Why force it? If we postpone this until another day, I will grant you a chance to fight," Ye Fan offered.

"I've suppressed it too intensely, and I didn't expect your arrival today. However, I have no desire to retreat; there must be a battle today," Yaoguang said, shaking his head.

Ye Fan said nothing more, his gaze fixed on the man before him.

Everyone was astonished. Yaoguang was destined to enter the Quasi-Emperor realm, but he had rigorously suppressed his power, seeking a grand breakthrough.

And today, he refused to avoid battle. Was he seeking an ultimate transformation and sublimation through Ye Fan's hand, or was it the unyielding mindset of a powerful cultivator that prevented him from retreating?

Regardless, Yaoguang was radiant in this moment, inspiring awe. A person destined to become a Quasi-Emperor was now fighting under such adverse conditions, which was truly admirable.

"Let's begin!"

Yaoguang declared, the black Grand Dao Treasure Bottle hovering above his head, as thousands of threads of divine order descended like a phoenix feather cloak. He now resembled a black phoenix, possessing a fierce edge amidst his transcendent aura, which had completely transformed.

Ye Fan's heart stirred. This was the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, unparalleled in its peerless might, a truly complete ancient scripture originating from Empress Ruthless, whose power echoed through ancient and modern times!

However, he sensed a slight anomaly: this technique and its principles seemed somewhat incongruous with Yaoguang's inherently transcendent temperament.

"Since you've seen through it, then let us fight. Either I shall be sublimated by your power, or I shall find liberation through your hand!"

He finished speaking and slammed a palm forward. It was perfectly balanced and peaceful, not the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, but a technique he had created himself. Light erupted, brilliant and dazzling.

The Lightning Palm, mirroring his temperament, illuminated the universe, lighting up heaven and earth, and making him appear like a celestial being.

All of Yaoguang's hair, shimmering with divine light, billowed. Transcendent in this world, he exerted his full might. As his aura peaked, his body trembled, as if shattering some forbidden shackles, and he astonishingly achieved another breakthrough.

"A Quasi-Emperor aura! It's actually Quasi-Emperor level magical power! How did he achieve this? No wonder he dared to battle the Saint Body Ye Fan!"

"He... he broke through to the Quasi-Emperor realm! He just hasn't undergone the tribulation yet; he has truly stepped into this domain!"

People were stunned, their faces filled with horror. Yaoguang's display was too astonishing; he was attempting to challenge a Quasi-Emperor from the peak of the Great Saint realm, and in doing so, he himself had ascended.

Ten thousand divine rings enveloped him. That palm strike was as swift as lightning, living up to its name, possessing world-shaking power that made all the heroes tremble.

Boom!

Heaven and earth shattered, space-time annihilated. Yaoguang showcased his terrifying power, destroying all in his path, his Quasi-Emperor battle prowess fully displayed!

Many couldn't comprehend how he had done it. Just moments ago, he was a Great Saint; how had he broken through to this realm so suddenly?

Ye Fan made his move. Facing the Lightning Palm, he showed no contempt, his expression calm as he struck forward with his right hand, meeting it head-on.

Space-time became chaotic, and the entire Emperor Pass lit up. This was activated by the Quasi-Emperor aura; the formation patterns revived, providing protection, otherwise the city walls and the Heaven-Soaring Tower might have been damaged.

"A Quasi-Emperor level clash!"

People were stunned, utterly speechless. This was the first time such a high-level confrontation had occurred on the Emperor Road, naturally holding epoch-making significance!

Yaoguang trembled violently, stumbling backward. A few individuals witnessed blood splatter, while the majority saw nothing.

However, Yaoguang quickly regained his balance and charged forward again, amidst flashes of lightning and thunder and ten thousand golden lights. His Lightning Palm unleashed world-shaking power, supremely invincible.

Ye Fan made his move, striking with his right hand, unleashing thundering roars that made every cultivator's soul tremble.

Yaoguang's Lightning Palm truly seemed invincible. Its dao sounds like thunder, its brilliance eclipsing the sun, making him appear like a celestial being, capable of pulverizing all things.

Alas, he had encountered the current Ye Fan; he was ultimately just a little short, coughing up blood.

After continuous fierce confrontations, many saw the outcome: blood was spilling from Yaoguang's lips. Amidst his transcendent aura, those bloodstains appeared quite striking.

"After all, he isn't a true Quasi-Emperor; he cannot match the Saint Body, even if he temporarily stands in that realm."

"What a pity for Yaoguang; he most likely won't survive today!"

People seemed to have already foreseen the unchangeable outcome.

Boom!

As another strike landed, Ye Fan's expression remained serene. Yaoguang was sent flying, coughing up great mouthfuls of blood. People were shocked to see fragments of a shattered heart mixed with foamy blood emerging.

"The outcome seems predetermined. Will there truly be no more Yaoguang after today?" He wiped the blood from his lips, smiling self-deprecatingly, yet his grace remained exceptional.

Yaoguang stood there, the black Grand Dao Treasure Bottle above his head suddenly erupting with boundless light. Then, his body also began to glow, undergoing a terrifying transformation.

Behind him, various figures appeared, clearly prominent individuals, all elites from different races, each exuding an oppressive aura.

"The Divine race, the Holy Spirit, Sky-Rending Beasts, the Feathered Demonic Race... My heavens, there are too many! Did all these individuals perish by his hand?"

People were astonished. Many powerful cultivators, once famous prodigies across the starry sky, had mysteriously vanished, becoming unsolved cases. They never expected the truth to be revealed today: all had been slain by Yaoguang.

A terrifying aura erupted. The Grand Dao Treasure Bottle shattered, merging into Yaoguang's body, and the figures of those individuals also exploded, transforming into streams of primordial essence that fused into his physical form.

At this moment, although Yaoguang's expression appeared relatively normal, he occasionally furrowed his brow, betraying the pain he was enduring.

This transformation was horrifying. The primordial essence of countless heroic figures entered and merged with him, causing his body to undergo a mysterious change, emitting wisps of chaotic energy.

"What? Was the Chaotic Body artificially created?"

Everyone was visibly moved, their faces etched with surprise.

"The final battle—liberation or transcendence—all hinges on this last confrontation," Yaoguang said calmly, as the chaotic energy around him grew denser.

Boom!

This time, his entire being erupted, his aura even stronger than before. True Quasi-Emperor battle intent surged skyward, and with a single step, the Emperor Pass trembled thrice.

"Shattering the shackles, breaking free from the confines of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, I forge my own unique path!"

He murmured, solemn and dignified, as he advanced, every lift of his hand and foot imbued with chaotic energy, his battle power terrifying to the extreme.

Boom!

The most terrifying battle unfolded. Yaoguang, like a true Chaotic Body, plucked stars and seized the moon with a mere lift of his hand, displaying unparalleled valor, enveloped in a sacred brilliance that set him apart.

With the first strike, a beam of light pierced the sky, tearing through the tower, and a moon fell from the heavens.

With the second strike, the star domain trembled, plunged into darkness, and countless stars were reduced to dust.

Third strike...

The two fighters ascended into the starry sky, leaving the Emperor Pass behind. The terrifying fluctuations they created were astonishing, and their destructive power left many dumbfounded.

Everyone had expected Yaoguang and Ye Fan to fight until the star domain collapsed and heaven and earth were utterly destroyed, possibly lasting for days and nights. However, events unfolded contrary to their expectations.

This terrifying battle came and went swiftly; after the ninth strike, everything came to an end.

Yaoguang staggered backward, continuously spitting blood, with fragmented internal organs even surfacing in the bloody foam—a horrifying sight. After a long moment, he finally steadied himself, wiped away the blood, and a peculiar radiance illuminated his face.

"Will I also have such a day? Have I finally reached this point?" he whispered, still smiling, appearing incredibly brilliant and ethereal.

"Wait, what about the Undying Heavenly Art? Why wasn't it displayed? And the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art was used so little, even the power of Flying Immortals wasn't unleashed. Was he trying to break free?" Black Emperor wondered, filled with uncertainty.

"Yaoguang is destined to fall. This Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art, this demonic body, has imprisoned too much. Only Brother Ye could break through it," Yaoguang said, his expression a complex mix of tears and laughter, sadness and joy.

Finally, he cast aside his sorrow, revealing a radiant, sunny smile. He waved to everyone, and then his flesh and blood body exploded with a soft pop.

Yaoguang's final expression, that radiant brilliance, appeared exceptionally mesmerizing amidst the crimson glow.

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