Chapter 1661: Four Directions Cloud Movement

A fierce tiger roared, shattering the thunderous sky. A gigantic divine tiger appeared, its body covered with dense stripes, stone scales, and flesh, looking extremely ferocious.

A powerful Quasi-Emperor arrived, its origin unknown. Its two eyes were like red lanterns, blood-red and terrifying.

It fixed its gaze on Ye Fan. Dao principles emanated from its entire body, and wafts of black mist enveloped it, ready to pounce at any moment.

This was a Stone Spirit, its cultivation so powerful that it was shocking. Its arrival was not surprising; Ye Fan had a mortal enmity with the Saint Spirit lineage, having killed too many. As it happened to pass through this area, it naturally seized the opportunity to attack.

"A familiar aura!" Ye Fan's heart stirred. He suddenly remembered that years ago, a Saint Spirit had cursed him, enveloping him in a dark blood divine ring for a long time, which he had only dispelled with great difficulty.

At that time, he hadn't seen this Stone Tiger; he had been cursed from across a star-isolated region. Today was the first time he faced it directly.

Clearly, though the Stone Tiger was revered and extremely powerful back then, it wasn't a true Quasi-Emperor yet. It was just short of that level and had only broken through in the last three hundred years.

Although Ye Fan was in the sea of thunder, his heart was greatly shaken; this Stone Tiger was extraordinary.

Saint Spirits are often born prematurely due to various uncontrollable reasons, making it difficult for them to reach perfection. Significant breakthroughs are rare unless they encounter extraordinary opportunities.

This was a Stone Tiger that had cultivated later in life and broken into the Quasi-Emperor realm, which was absolutely shocking and unheard of!

"I understand now, that stone token fell into your hands back then!" Although in the sea of thunder, Ye Fan felt a sense of danger. This tiger was terrifying, especially with the ocean-like fluctuation within its body.

In the past, the seal of the Demon Well at Dayue Slope broke, causing the entire ancient road to collapse. That place was a "Divine Repository" left by a Dao Venerable, sealing the supreme Saint Spirit's body from the mythical era.

Additionally, there was a stone token within it, which recorded the supreme cultivation methods of the Stone Spirit lineage, enabling them to continue breaking through even with incomplete bodies. During that day's battle, the Light Clan, Feathered Race, Human Race, and others fought fiercely, and in the end, each gained something. However, the stone token had vanished, its whereabouts unknown.

Only today did the truth surface: it was this divine tiger. Back then, it was already almost a Quasi-Emperor, much like the old Wisteria Serpent, and after obtaining the "Heaven-Mending Art" from the stone token, it naturally broke through rapidly.

Black mist surged around the divine tiger. Its eyes were as large as blood basins, and its fangs were sharper than long blades, startlingly white. Since they had met, how could it not attack?

"Roar!" A tiger's roar caused the universe to tremble chaotically. This was an astonishing display of great power; the fierce tiger's roar, its sound waves shaking the world, shattered everything into a vacuum, sweeping forward like a black tide.

Even the sea of thunder was impacted, leaving a void. The fierce tiger's roar was an astonishing divine ability, and when unleashed by a Quasi-Emperor, it was naturally peerless and incomparable.

If a Great Saint were present, they would surely fall like boiling dumplings, crackling and popping, all roared to death. The destructive power of this secret art was too immense.

Seeing this, Ye Fan, though exhausted, still let out a Daoist shout. Its sound was clear and crisp, like a dragon's roar echoing through the nine heavens, resounding across this cosmic starry sky.

This was a secret technique derived from the supreme Buddhist divine art, the 'Om' syllable, possessing immense power. The ripples of the fierce tiger's roar were blocked; the two forces collided violently, and the tiger's patterns could not advance, having no destructive effect.

"You killed my kin. If I let you become a Quasi-Emperor today, how could I face my descendants? Meeting you today, this is Heaven's will."

The divine tiger's words rumbled like muffled thunder. Terrifying blood-red light shot from its eyes, and a stone artifact appeared on its head—it was precisely the stone token from back then!

Instantly, an extremely powerful aura erupted, faintly possessing the majesty of an Emperor-grade artifact. Although it was incomplete, it remained incredibly formidable.

"Aooooh..." The tiger roared across the sky, and vast stretches of light rain appeared around it, like flying immortals.

Moreover, a terrifying white tiger descended from the sky, emanating an aura of the immortal realm that made people tremble.

Everyone in the distant sky trembled in their hearts and retreated rapidly. That white tiger was not a physical entity, but rather woven from the rules of heaven and earth's Grand Dao. It was the most terrifying type of Stone Spirit Dao principle, connecting with the heavens and moving the divine, echoing the White Tiger of the Immortal Realm.

This was like borrowing a technique or an immortal's resonance. The White Tiger's Dao methods, left in the mortal realm, resonated with it, copied and mastered by it. Now, it sought to borrow them and merge them with its own being.

Everyone's expression changed. This white tiger was demonically powerful, having mastered such a secret method, and with the aid of such a stone artifact, it made everyone wary.

The thunder tribulation raged, and Ye Fan's calamity was not yet over. At this moment, a new development emerged: countless divine chains of chaotic order descended from the sea of thunder, binding him.

"Oh no," his heart sank. Why at this very moment? Quasi-Emperor tribulations were always like this: one would be bound by Heaven for a period, and only by breaking free could the great tribulation be considered complete.

Appearing at this time, wasn't this making him a target?

This divine tiger was definitely very powerful and difficult to deal with. Now he was fixed in the sea of thunder. How many people who could become Quasi-Emperors were easy to deal with? They would surely find a way to cross the sea of thunder.

Those who could become Quasi-Emperors were all cultivation prodigies, transcending all beings, so relying on the heavenly tribulation to kill the opponent was now unlikely.

"Clatter!" Within the thunder, divine chains of order intertwined, binding Ye Fan securely. Dense laws entangled him, making him look like a zongzi.

"I'll fight to the death!" Ye Fan gritted his teeth. At this moment, he could only fight head-on. The only thing that gave him peace of mind was that the residual marks left by the Stone Emperor, the Lord of the Divine Ruins, and others had not yet been completely broken; they still sealed his physical body like a cage. If he were attacked now, he could use the force to continue breaking the laws and shattering the restraints.

However, Heaven was not sympathetic to him. From the thunderous punishment descended a vast primordial world: true dragons coiled, immortal phoenixes soared, and Vermilion Birds flew across the sky with monstrous flames...

This was exactly like a world from the immortal realm, suppressing and crushing Ye Fan. It was truly a crisis both internal and external, making Ye Fan's heart heavy, unsure if he could endure.

"Heh, even Heaven despises you. This is a decree, using my hand to destroy you!" The divine tiger sneered.

Its opponent was bound like a zongzi, waiting to be killed. This outcome was too unexpected, making it want to burst into laughter.

In the distant sky, everyone was stunned.

"This is bad!" the Black Emperor said anxiously.

"Is he going to die? Looks like we don't need to act," some people watched coldly from the darkness.

"Boom!" "How dare you take advantage of my brother's tribulation? You're courting death!" At this critical moment, a loud shout came. A monkey with a thunder-god's mouth, fiery golden eyes, and shining golden fur appeared, tearing open the void and charging towards the divine tiger.

The Saint Prince had arrived. Not long ago, he had received a message that the Heavenly Court was in trouble. He had rushed back from the battlefield, not expecting to encounter Ye Fan undergoing his tribulation.

"Monkey, you meddle too much!" the divine tiger roared fiercely. While speaking, it had already taken direct action. The white tiger had merged with it, making it much more terrifying, and the stone token on its head emitted immortal light, striking towards the Saint Prince.

"Be careful!" Ye Fan shouted loudly. He deeply knew the terror of that stone token; back then, it was a divine artifact capable of blocking the attacks of the Soul Refining Pot. If it truly hit the Saint Prince, he would be in great danger.

"Bang!" The Saint Prince let out a loud cry. A colorful aura surged from his head, immortal light shone brightly, and a broken black iron rod appeared, smashing forward.

This was the Fighting Saint Emperor's weapon. It had broken during the dark turmoil, severely damaged, but ultimately, half of it remained and had returned to the Saint Prince's side.

On normal days, the Saint Prince carefully nurtured it, searching for immortal materials, hoping to repair it one day.

Since the opponent had used a powerful killing weapon, he naturally wouldn't just stand by. He directly swung the rod to smash. Although its Emperor Dao might could not compare to its former glory, it could definitely overpower the opponent.

This battle erupted!

In the sea of thunder, Ye Fan floated and sank, bound by divine chains. His entire body trembled. He didn't rush to break free from the chains. Instead, he gathered all the power of his physical body and divine consciousness to charge, aiming to destroy the last residual marks left by the Supremes within him.

Outside, the immortal realm suppressed him, almost engulfing him. True dragons, immortal phoenixes, Vermilion Birds, White Tigers, and others all lunged at him. Ye Fan let out a great roar, channeling all his power into his body to resist those residual marks.

"Truly powerful, it even startled me. This kind of flesh and blood, this divine fetus, isn't this precisely the cauldron I need?" Shen Ming appeared, standing in the void. His face was filled with cruelty and ruthlessness, his gaze chilling people to the bone.

"Originally, I wanted to have a fair fight with you, but I'm afraid I won't have the chance. Others might destroy you first. In that case, wouldn't this divine fetus be lost?" Shen Ming spoke with chilling coldness, his hair flying like an unparalleled king surveying the world, stepping into the sea of thunder one step at a time.

"To obtain the divine fetus, I apologize, but I must act early: I will cut off your primordial spirit, take your physical body, and build my Dao foundation!" Shen Ming's words were cold.

Those who reach the Quasi-Emperor realm are inevitably outstanding cultivation prodigies, surpassing all beings. Moreover, he came from the Immortal Mausoleum and carried a secret treasure that could block lightning, so he hadn't undergone tribulation alongside Ye Fan.

"Master!" Hua Hua cried out, wanting to rush over. Li Tian and the others were also anxious, but they hadn't become Quasi-Emperors yet and couldn't offer much help.

"Don't worry," the Black Emperor said, remaining composed. Although the situation was critical, it became calm instead, adding, "Thousands of fragments of Emperor-grade arrays are ready, prepared to bury them alive at any moment!"

These array fragments had a drawback: they were suitable for defensive counterattacks. Now that the opponent was entangled in battle with Ye Fan, unleashing them would cause friendly fire.

"Brother Ye, it's truly a pity we meet under such circumstances." Shen Ming's dark gold battle armor shimmered, his hair danced lightly, and a faint smile played on his face as he said, "I always wanted to fight you, what a shame. But rest assured, I will make good use of your physical body. It will become a supreme cauldron, helping me achieve Dao."

"You talk too much!" Ye Fan said coldly.

"Is that so? I hope you can rest in peace," Shen Ming said nonchalantly, with a faint sneer. "I'm just saying a few more words to you, lest your body, reacting instinctively, turn into a vengeful spirit later. That's not the cauldron I need."

"Boom!" Ye Fan made his move. Despite being trapped and at his most difficult moment, assaulting the final Supreme imprints within his body, he still launched a powerful attack.

Every inch of his flesh and blood could fight, bursting forth with endless light. Now that the Dao principles were temporarily usable, he unleashed them fully.

"Rumble!" Shen Ming suppressed him, his might domineering across heaven and earth.

"Crack!" Ye Fan broke free from many divine chains, shifting his position. At the same time, he vibrated his cauldron, and the Mother Qi of All Things descended, suppressing Shen Ming.

"Good stuff! After this great tribulation today, this cauldron will become divine. In this world, few weapons can compare to it, except for Emperor-grade artifacts. Brother Ye, I will take good care of it for you. Please rest easy on your way."

As he spoke, Shen Ming's smile faded. He no longer seemed so casual. His expression became incredibly cold, possessing a great majesty, like an ancient emperor surveying the world.

As soon as he made his move, myriad Dao resonated, and a pagoda pressed down, aiming to sever Ye Fan's primordial spirit and take his physical body.