Chapter 1684: Sworn to Great Achievement

A new book by a great deity, *Martial Lawlessness*, tells the legendary tale of Qiao Wufa, the "Madman," one of the Ten Great Gene Chain Masters. He sought to condense a miniature universe by fighting for the Eternal Stellar Core, but was accidentally destroyed, only to be reborn. Miao Yi fell into the netherworld, leaving me a memento with her vow, saying, “We will meet in the next life.”

Ye Fan walked alone through the cosmos, gazing up at the boundless starry sky. His heart was filled with deep sorrow. He desperately needed power—a peerless divine might capable of confronting a Supreme Being. Without it, how could he possibly brave the netherworld?

Several layers of the pagoda were broken, and five hundred years had long since covered it in dust. Along with the dust, old memories were obscured. The Western Desert no longer showed the former Ayush Lake, nor that beautiful figure.

Ye Fan landed on the ground, walking step by step, searching diligently. The memory of them walking around the lake, listening to the ancient temple bells ringing softly, still felt as vivid as if it were happening now.

Ahead, there was only rubble. The great bell had shattered centuries ago, its rust half-buried in the soil. Ayush Lake had dried up, becoming a desolate Gobi Desert, nothing but sand and gravel.

That once peerless grace, that figure as pure as a white lotus, was long gone from the world. Everything had become a part of the past. Only the wind remained, rustling the tattered scriptures, and the broken prayer wheel turned, creating discordant chimes, far from the serene chanting of the Buddhist faith.

He still remembered that twilight, when the sky was ablaze with evening glow, and the setting sun dyed the sacred temple red. They had waved goodbye; he set off on his path, and she saw him off with a smile—a brilliant smile, yet crystalline tears streamed down her face.

“Ah…”

Standing by the dried Ayush Lake in the Western Desert, Ye Fan let out a primal roar, his hair disheveled, flying like dragons and snakes, radiating his most powerful aura.

Sand and stones flew, and dust surged like waves, crashing against the shores and tearing through the plateau, sweeping into the distance like a flood crest, shaking the entire vast land.

A sorrowful laugh escaped him—a helpless glance back at the past.

From the dry lakebed, spring after spring burst open, water bubbling up, clear and crystalline. After two days and two nights, Ayush Lake was refilled, and viewed from the sky, it resembled a teardrop.

The dust on Ahan Temple was gone, but the rubble remained dull and lusterless, scattered there as broken walls and ruins, unchanged. Ye Fan had no desire to rebuild it.

“A miracle!”“Ayush Lake has reappeared, and the heavens have revealed their power!”On the plateau, many herders ran, spreading the news. They gathered around Ayush Lake, many weeping with joy.

This place was once fertile, abundant in fish and rice. But ever since the Dark Turmoil, the spiritual veins here had broken, and the plateau had become desolate.

“Ayush Lake has returned; heaven has granted us its blessings once more. This is the radiant pearl of our plateau, and our most precious sacred lake will bring us prosperity!”Many cheered. Numerous elders, tears welling up in their eyes from excitement, prostrated themselves with each step, coming towards the lake as if on a pilgrimage. Many followed suit, praying by the lakeside.

“Oh, that person… he looks so much like the one in the painting, exactly like the immortal from back then!”Suddenly, an old man, frail with age, showed surprise in his cloudy eyes. Trembling, he walked forward, having seen Ye Fan.

By the lake, Ye Fan stood silently, immersed in his own world, gazing at Ayush Lake and recalling every detail of the past.

“Excuse me, are you the immortal from back then?” the old man's voice trembled.

Ye Fan turned, saw them, and let out a soft sigh, saying nothing.

“It’s him… the man from the painting!”“Our ancestors once saw him. He walked here with a female Bodhisattva, scattering divine light and helping many people.”“Yes, that Bodhisattva cultivated here and saved many lives. Many families still have her portrait.”

Their ancestors lived here and spoke of a female Bodhisattva who cultivated in this place, bestowing great kindness upon all people of the plateau. She healed the severely ill, bathed newborn infants with divine light, helped herders create fertile pastures, and brought rivers to irrigate the fields.

Some had seen this female Bodhisattva walking with Ye Fan; the two looked like a pair of divine companions, leaving a deep impression on the herders' ancestors.

“Is the Bodhisattva still here?” an elder, pushing away his grandchild’s supportive hand, knelt down in gratitude and asked.

Ye Fan felt a profound sadness in his heart. Now that only he remained, how could he answer? He raised his hand and scattered a shower of light, covering everyone. The frail elders became vibrant, the middle-aged were cured of all ailments, and the children became energetic and even healthier.

“He is the divine being from back then, the one who was with the Bodhisattva! Can you tell us where the Bodhisattva went? We have always worshipped her portrait and have been grateful for generations.”Behind them, a daring herder asked loudly.

Ye Fan remained silent. His hands slowly moved, and the earth rumbled, shaking the entire plateau. His mastery of source techniques had now reached its peak, allowing him to transform heaven and earth. He quickly reconnected the underground dragon veins, and spiritual energy surged forth.

Then, he ascended into the air, his fingers like blades, carving out river channels across the land. Soon, water flowed along these paths, nourishing the barren soil and bringing it back to life.

“The immortal has revealed his power! Thank you for this heavenly blessing!”Witnessing this, many herders knelt, their voices rising like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

“It is not because Heaven has eyes, nor because the world has compassion. Do not worship me. This is what the female Bodhisattva in your hearts once did, and I believe if she were still alive, she would do the same. If you wish to offer sacrifices or worship, please honor her. Remember her name—An Miaoyi!”In the sky, Ye Fan’s figure faded away.

In an era when Sumeru Mountain was shattered, the Great Thunder Sound Temple had collapsed, Buddhism was in decline, and faith was waning, the people on Ayush Plateau never forgot this female Bodhisattva. This showed how deeply she had touched their hearts in the past.

From that day forward, the collapsed ancient Ahan Temple, its broken walls and ruins, were rebuilt. The ancient temple rose again, bathed in the sacred glow of the setting sun. The rubble was cleaned by the herders and placed back, still the original ancient materials.

The temple worshipped not the ancient Buddhas of all heavens, but a single woman: An Miaoyi. Every day, people prayed, and the incense offerings grew stronger, so much so that her originally clay statue began to show signs of life and luster.

Ye Fan then went to Lan Tuo Temple, but regrettably, he found nothing, not even a trace. He ascended Sumeru Mountain, which was no longer as grand and seemed somewhat desolate. Although many powerful individuals and preachers had arrived from the Amitābha ancient starfield, it could no longer compare to the magnificent aura of the former first holy land of Buddhism.

Bodhi trees, reaching towards the heavens, covered the mountains and plains.

Ye Fan wandered aimlessly, leaving his footprints alone on Sumeru Mountain. Afterward, he journeyed eastward, crossing Central State to the Eastern Wasteland, searching for traces of the past.

Alas, everything was like a phantom or a fleeting dream, like a dream or a flash of lightning, all buried in the past.

“Miaoyi is gone…” Ye Fan walked alone through the mountains and rivers, traversing the vast wilderness like a solitary wolf. The blood-red setting sun made him appear even more lonely.

He yearned to grow stronger, to reach the point where he could challenge a Supreme Being. Looking back over five hundred years, every little memory stirred his emotions, ignited his spirit, and set his blood racing.

“The netherworld. I will break in!”With a long howl, the mountains and valleys roared. He shot across the sky like a comet, his presence appearing in many places that day.

When he found the ruins of the Divine City in the Northern Region and paid his respects there, it caused a sensation. Someone recognized him, and the news spread across the Eastern Wasteland like a hurricane.

“Ye Fan, the Holy Physique, who disappeared for many years, has returned!”“Heavens, he has arrived! The peerless master of today, who slew six or seven ancient princes—who can contend with him?”

The Eastern Wasteland trembled. Countless powerhouses rushed there, especially many rising cultivators and young experts who had emerged in recent decades, all incredibly excited.

“Senior, is it really you?”“Senior Ye, please accept me as your disciple!”A crowd surrounded him. Some excitedly prostrated themselves in deep reverence, while others crawled on their knees, hoping to become his disciples.

Centuries had passed. Ye Fan's former adversaries had either vanished into ashes or were so thoroughly defeated by his disciples that they couldn't lift their heads. His fame resounded throughout the galaxy, and naturally, many admired him.

And the achievements of the battle from over three hundred years ago could not be erased. He had sacrificed himself for the Dao, his blood splattering across the starry sky, and after centuries of being presumed fallen, his miraculous return had naturally become a legend.

Ye Fan looked at these young faces and thought of many things. He too had once been so full of vigor, with ambitions to conquer mountains and rivers. But now, he realized all his pursuits had slowly changed.

Only five hundred years had passed on his cultivation path, yet his life already carried irreparable regrets. One could only imagine what those Great Emperors, who survived a hundred battles and grew old in solitude, had faced. Just thinking about it brought a sense of desolation.

Ye Fan helped up the slightly naive youths, remaining silent, then passed through the crowd and walked into the distance. How could he be in the mood to take on disciples?

Outside the crowd, some old acquaintances saw him. Holy Lands like Wanchu and Dayan had collapsed during the dark era, with only a small number of people surviving. Their expressions were incredibly complex upon seeing Ye Fan now.

A man with hair as white as snow, yet a middle-aged appearance, wore a blank expression. He was the Wanchu Holy Son chosen later, and although he had succeeded as Holy Lord, their lineage had ultimately declined, retreating into the mortal world. Looking at Ye Fan, who was once his peer in renown but now famous throughout the entire universe, he could only offer a bitter smile, thinking, “Ah, time is so merciless, burying so much.”

Among them, a woman with clear eyes watched quietly, as serene as ever. Ye Fan felt something, looked back, and nodded. He recognized her as the Dao Yi Saintess; they had met a few times before, and his impression of her was not bad.

“Brother Ye, it seems we can only watch you from afar now. What was said back then—that the Great Accomplished Holy Physique would be invincible—is truly coming to pass,” said another valiant man with dark hair by the roadside.

He was the later Holy Lord of the Dayan Holy Land. As the years passed and he grew stronger, he found he could no longer keep up with the pace of that person from the past, having been left far behind.

Ye Fan looked back, nodded in acknowledgment, and then completely vanished from the area.

The Feng Clan had not been wiped out. A Nine Phoenix Sun-Bearer Carriage was parked in the distance, and someone inside watched, letting out a helpless sigh. Ye Fan was now a figure who could give even ancient imperial bloodlines a headache; few could compare to him.

Naturally, there were many other ancient clans in Big Dipper. Many people came to observe, each with mixed feelings. When facing Ye Fan, they could only lower their heads and make way.

Ye Fan's appearance shook Big Dipper. Many people, both familiar and strangers, rushed to meet him, including some who survived the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as cultivators and the masters themselves from Heavenly Demon Palace, Yaochi, and other places.

He did not stop, but journeyed far away alone, deep into the great wilderness, with three words echoing in his ears: “Meet again in the next life…”

His heart was twisted in agony. Others believed his cultivation speed was already fast enough, but he felt it was still insufficient. He still couldn't sweep across the eight desolations; a Supreme Being remained an enemy in this world!

He began to break through his cultivation, his blood boiling within him. He observed the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, understanding the Dao in nature. Everything he saw entered his heart and spirit. He read the imperial scriptures of his predecessors, and each passage of the scriptures took form, like ancient emperors surrounding him.

Ye Fan sat in meditation, with the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers as his teachers, and the imperial scriptures as his companions. He yearned to soar into the heavens, to confront all enemies in the world directly!

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