Chapter 1655: The Legendary Person

Ye Fan was greatly surprised as eight rays of immortal light burst forth. This was Arctic Immortal Light, a phenomenon only observed on the path to immortality. Yet, this individual instantly unleashed eight such rays, even incorporating other materials to forge them into artifacts.

Truly a quasi-emperor of astonishing origin, renowned even before the Primordial Era. These were likely treasures bestowed by the Undying Heavenly Sovereign, a testament to the supreme being's power, which bridged the mythical era.

Ye Fan countered, his five fingers moving like rainbows. Each strike was as swift as lightning, as he used his physical body to directly counter the opponent's spiritual power.

“This truly surprises me,” the golden war god said, his voice cold. “I want to see just how strong your physical body truly is.” As the two clashed, their battle shaking the heavens and earth, the golden war god's cold voice revealed a newfound curiosity to test Ye Fan's true physical strength.

Amidst clanging sounds, golden beams of light erupted from his entire body. His body glowed as if encased within a dazzling sun, and he charged forward to attack.

The quasi-emperor’s might intensified significantly. His bloodline power was astonishing, far exceeding Ye Fan’s expectations. Ye Fan, naturally, would not be careless and confronted this individual with full force.

Ye Fan immediately unleashed the Heavenly Emperor Fist. As his fist moved, the sun, moon, and stars in the sky actually altered their trajectories, rotating with his immense power, creating an endlessly terrifying spectacle.

Everyone was stunned. What kind of power was this?

The fist intent was invincible, suppressing the cosmic will itself. It was not a law, but rather a release of the human body's fundamental power, an indomitable fist intent that compelled the stars to move.

This spectacle shocked the entire battlefield, leaving the powerful being, enveloped in solar essence, utterly astonished. His gaze was intimidating, and he had to proceed with extreme caution.

Boom!

This was a direct physical collision. Ye Fan charged forward with ferocity, unleashing a punch that resonated through the heavens, causing the stars to tremble. The golden war god’s body trembled, an expression of disbelief on his face, as he let out a muffled grunt and staggered backward, bloodstains appearing on his body.

His expression was complex. He had once followed the Undying Heavenly Sovereign, fighting bloody battles across the Eight Desolations. He had swept across the universe, seen all manner of beings, and his physique had been honed through countless trials, becoming incredibly formidable.

If people knew his true identity, they would surely be terrified, and many supreme experts in the universe would lose sleep. He never imagined he would be wounded by such a young descendant, almost torn to pieces, a fact that truly shocked him. Had his cultivation not been strong enough to prevent this, his body might have been in grave danger.

Subsequently, he ceased direct physical confrontation, instead suppressing Ye Fan with magical power and divine chains of order.

Clang!

Old Man Renmo fought with excitement; he hadn't had such a satisfying battle in many years. Despite his opponent's immense power, he showed no fear, growing stronger with each clash as he circulated both Yin and Yang divine powers. The bone staff in his hand glittered, and like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, he swept aside all obstacles, directly confronting his opponent.

“Hold on, no, they’re the same person!”

Ye Fan and Renmo noticed an anomaly: the war god cloaked in moonlight and the one shrouded in sun rays. Their combat power surged whenever they drew near each other. Consequently, both Ye Fan and Renmo proceeded with caution, wary of them merging.

A special connection existed between the two, a mutual resonance. Whenever the moonlight and sun essence converged, terrifying power erupted, astonishing both Ye Fan and Renmo on the battlefield.

“Do you see it?” the Silver Moon War God said coldly, then added, “Life is cultivation, like rowing against the current.”

“I am the Sun-Moon Divine General, one of the Eight Divine Generals serving the Undying Heavenly Sovereign!”

The golden war god introduced himself. The Silver Moon War God nodded, their divine thoughts resonating identically and vast as the sea. The two resonated, unleashing an even more terrifying and suffocating aura.

“It’s truly him! I can’t believe this individual is still alive!”

“Wasn’t it said that the Sun-Moon Divine General had fallen, and the Undying Heavenly Sovereign personally erected a monument for him? How can he still be among the living?”

Within the red mist, an ancient prince muttered to himself, utterly shocked by this revelation, as even they had not expected this person to reappear.

“The Sun-Moon Divine General… I seem to have heard of him!” The Black Emperor, stout with a square head and large ears, shivered involuntarily at that moment.

In the distant past, during an ancient era almost divine, there were eight divine generals serving the Undying Heavenly Sovereign. They pacified the Eight Desolations of the universe, sweeping all before them, unstoppable by anyone.

That was a glorious era; every one of them was deified!

They fought their entire lives, enduring the baptism of blood and fire, honing themselves into supreme quasi-emperor bodies. Some even reached the pinnacle of physical perfection, just one step away from achieving the Dao.

The Eight Divine Generals, whose might shook the universe, swept across myriad domains without rival. They once guarded the Eight Extremes, ushering in the most glorious era!

Those eight individuals were absolutely incomparable to the Eight Legions and their descendants—a world of difference!

And the Sun-Moon Divine General was one of them. However, it was rumored that he died young; after pacifying the Eight Desolations, he encountered issues in his enlightenment, his blood spilling across the ancestral star of the desolate frontier as he disintegrated and perished.

“The Undying Heavenly Sovereign truly possesses world-shaking divine abilities and heaven-defying means. He personally erected a monument and buried the Sun-Moon Divine General, but it was actually to resurrect him!”

An ancient prince recalled this legend, and now it seemed to be true. Otherwise, how could the Sun-Moon Divine General reappear in the world? The only explanation was that he had revived after his death.

Rumor had it that the Undying Heavenly Sovereign had seized creation, drawing infinite immortal light from the path to immortality and channeling it into the Sun-Moon Divine General's tomb. This allowed his disintegrated body to heal, after which he was sealed with immortal essence, preserving the possibility of his resurrection.

With this individual’s appearance today, all the rumors became clear.

This was no ordinary quasi-emperor; he had once reached a high level of power, his might shaking the universe even before the Primordial Era. His hands were stained with blood, including that of other quasi-emperors of his own rank.

Everyone’s hearts grew heavy. The Sun-Moon Divine General of old, a deified leader among the Eight Legions, had miraculously reappeared alive, defying fate.

Not to mention the various powerful figures, even the ancient princes felt immense dread. At the very least, before they could mature and reach that realm, this individual would pose an extreme danger.

“If I were to truly make a move, it would be bullying you. Even manifesting as the Sun-Moon Dual Thought-Body, there's still the suspicion of an elder bullying a junior. Nevertheless, you must be killed.”

They spoke simultaneously, their voices shaking the universe.

Everyone was stunned. This wasn't his true body, just the Sun-Moon Dual Thought-Body? A chill ran down their spines.

The Black Emperor and Emperor-level figures, however, remained silent, acknowledging that this was as it should be. If the true body of the Sun-Moon Divine General had truly descended, the scene would undoubtedly be entirely different.

This quasi-emperor, who once followed the Undying Heavenly Sovereign and had fought bloody battles throughout his life, was already a high-level quasi-emperor. If his true form were to appear, his might would likely be unstoppable.

These two current incarnations, however, differed greatly from the deified figure of legend. If these were his true bodies, it would tarnish his formidable reputation and contradict the legends.

“Two juniors, if you can defeat me, you may live a while longer. I have, in fact, developed some interest in you.”

The Sun-Moon Divine General said this. He was a god from before the Primordial Era, his renown shaking the ages, and indeed, he was qualified to speak this way. But Renmo was greatly displeased, saying, “I think you would taste quite good.”

“An interesting fellow,” the golden war god said with a cold smile. “You want to eat me?”

“I’d like to boil you,” Renmo replied.

“Old man, that’s called hot pot,” Pang Bo loudly reminded him.

Everyone was slightly bewildered. However, their fear of the deified being among the Eight Divine Generals diminished considerably.

“The little one has character.”

“Kill!” Renmo’s true age was not ancient, yet neither was it young. Upon hearing this, he became enraged, grabbing his white bone staff and charging forward, his combat power soaring.

Everyone was stunned. How could Renmo’s strength suddenly increase so dramatically just because he was angry? Even the Black Emperor and others were dumbfounded.

The Yin and Yang immortal powers surged wildly with Renmo's fury. They merged and collided within his body, and bursts of chaotic light erupted from his palms and fingers.

This was a terrifying transformation, the unity of Yin and Yang. To think such a dramatic change could occur.

Even the Silver Moon War God was astonished, showing surprise, not daring to be careless, and seriously engaged Renmo, Dongfang Taiyi, in battle.

Ye Fan and the golden war god also fought to a white-hot intensity. This was his first time battling a quasi-emperor using only his own power, and the insights gained were profoundly important and crucial.

Ye Fan was incredibly serious and approached the battle with solemnity. Facing such a living ancient divine general, he dared not show the slightest slackness, or he risked falling.

Clang!

After half an hour of fierce fighting, a golden spear appeared in the Sun General’s hand. It was as dazzling as a hundred exploding suns, piercing directly towards Ye Fan.

This was an artifact left by a quasi-emperor who had died by his hand in the past, now serving as an ancient weapon for the Sun-Moon Incarnations. It now reappeared in the world.

Ye Fan shifted his body, dodging the golden spear tip aimed at his brow. He attacked with the Heavenly Emperor Fist, directly confronting the quasi-emperor artifact.

This utterly domineering confrontation left everyone watching with dry mouths. It was a quasi-emperor artifact, clearly an extraordinary divine object, yet Ye Fan intercepted it with his bare fists, dumbfounding onlookers.

The result was astounding: the golden spear tip wailed, developing fine cracks, and was nearly destroyed. Had it not been for the frantic surge of divine power within it and the golden war god’s swift retraction of the spear, the world would have lost a divine artifact then and there.

Clang, clang, clang…

The Golden War God and the Silver Moon War God drew near each other. As they resonated, divine chains appeared on each of their bodies, like phoenix feathers.

The one battling Ye Fan, now covered in golden chains, wielded a long spear, sweeping the rules of the Great Dao across the sky to suppress him once more, delivering a final, decisive strike.

The other battle was equally fierce. Old Man Renmo’s messy long hair stood on end; for the first time, he was fighting with such serious intensity. He roared towards the sky, striking fiercely with his white bone staff.

Boom!

The area was engulfed; blood splattered, and laws and order surged chaotically. Vaguely, a golden deity and a silver heavenly god seemed poised to merge, but they were forcibly sundered by Ye Fan’s Emperor Fist and Renmo’s bone staff.

Crack!

The sound of shattering finally broke through. Ye Fan shattered the golden spear with his Emperor Fist, rending a quasi-emperor artifact with his bare hands, leaving all onlookers gaping.

Pfft!

Old Man Renmo was even more ferocious. His white bone staff had already smashed the Silver War God to pieces, pulverizing him into a bloody pulp.

“It looked like meat, but it all turned into light rain in the end,” Renmo Dongfang Taiyi grumbled, dissatisfied that his meal had vanished.

Finally, Ye Fan also pulverized the Golden War God, transforming the area into a vast shower of light, thus ending the battle.

“The Sun-Moon Divine General’s body must be unwell; otherwise, even his two illusory divine power incarnations would have been far stronger than this. It seems that even after his resurrection, he still faces significant issues,” the Black Emperor remarked.

Deep within a distant star field, on an ancient grand star, a surge of sun and moon radiance erupted from beneath a tombstone. All the stars in the heavens trembled, and countless light particles flew in, scattering upon the tombstone.

Inside the tomb, a young man, godlike in his presence, suddenly opened his eyes. Terrifying beams of light flashed across the cosmos, like bolts of lightning striking down, engulfing the area.

This abnormal sight was utterly terrifying, causing all beings to tremble.

Within the tomb, infinite immortal light surged. It was precisely their presence that allowed this deified being, who appeared very young, to revive in the current era.

“Divine General, please calm your wrath!”

Suddenly, a divine light flew in, descending upon this ancient star, but it could not help but tremble, unable to withstand such immense pressure.

“What brings you here?” A cold voice emanated from the tomb, markedly different from the Sun-Moon War Gods, his dual thought-bodies.

“The Heavenly Empress has urgent matters to discuss with the Divine General,” the visitor said, bowing deeply. “Please set aside other concerns for now, including the prince’s revenge.”

“Why?” The Sun-Moon Divine General remained utterly cold, his words incredibly concise.