Chapter 1732: Saint Body Ye Fan

His white hair cascaded like a waterfall, spilling over his chest and back. Beams of light, like torches, emanated from his eyes. The army before him turned to ash in swathes; wherever his gaze fell, all powerful individuals met their doom.

"The reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor!" This was the first thought that crossed people's minds upon seeing him. He was too terrifying; a mere gaze could reduce a vast army to dust. How could anyone possibly fight against that?

"Form ranks!"

Someone shouted from behind, but what good would that do? The newcomer, cold and ruthless, looked ahead. The starry sky collapsed, the sun and moon exploded, and the entire area shattered.

"Heavens!"

This sight made their scalps tingle and their hair stand on end. Some knelt on the ground, witnessing a miracle. How could they fight? The two sides were not even in the same league; the difference was like heaven and earth.

Everyone despaired. This was a peerless hero; though his hair was white, who could contend with him? Even ancient supremes emerging would be no more formidable. Everyone's heart turned cold.

They were essentially from two different worlds. Even a million of them wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on his head; they would only die in vain.

"Who are you?" A shout came from afar as a figure rapidly approached.

This was a middle-aged man with purple hair, eyes as bright as golden lanterns, holding a bronze sky halberd. His battle aura surged. He was a powerful Quasi-Emperor, filled with rage. In this current era, who dared to defy the forbidden zones of life? Yet, this newcomer was so utterly reckless, unleashing a massacre.

However, upon seeing Ye Fan's face, he instantly felt as if plunged into an ice cellar. All his rage dissipated into chilling cold, cooling him from head to toe, making his whole body tremble.

"You are... the Sacred Body, Ye Fan, you're still alive!"

This declaration, like a clap of thunder, made everyone's ears ring and their blood turn to ice. They were all utterly terrified.

The true master wasn't dead; he had actually returned! This person's fame had been immense for centuries, shaking the universe. He had killed ancient imperial princes, fought against the bloodlines of ancient supremes, and his hands were stained with blood.

To his adversaries, he was a peerless devil king!

Ye Fan's face bore the marks of time, but his majesty was undiminished, imbued instead with an even deeper, unfathomable aura.

His eyes were as profound as a sea of stars; one glance would quickly cause a person to drown, their soul lost and shattered. No one dared to meet his gaze.

Furthermore, how could his aura be so terrifying, almost comparable to that of an ancient supreme!

The overseer from the Desolate Saint Body ancestral planet, a powerful Quasi-Emperor, had unsealed himself from the ancestral cave and once followed a Great Accomplishment Desolate Saint Body. What kind of scene hadn't he witnessed?

Yet, from the first moment he saw Ye Fan, he couldn't help but tremble. He knew something terrible was about to happen!

"Run!"

He shouted, ordering everyone to retreat immediately, because he understood that staying here meant certain death, with no hope whatsoever.

Everyone was stunned. Their pillar of strength, a supreme Quasi-Emperor, was terrified to this extent. How terrifying must the other party be? Could he be a true Great Emperor?

Tens of thousands of troops scattered in all directions, attempting to escape. Some even tore open the void, crossing the universe.

However, all was in vain. Though Ye Fan's white hair was unbound, he was incomparably powerful. With a flick of his great sleeve, a booming sound enveloped the entire starfield, sweeping tens of thousands of people into it, along with some suns, moons, and stars.

This sight was too terrifying; those were massive stars, yet they vanished into his sleeve along with the army. Heaven and Earth, the entire cosmos, were in his grasp!

Bang!

Ye Fan's sleeve shook, and tens of thousands of troops all turned to ash. Among them were sages, who, along with the stellar fragments, disintegrated into dust, their remains scattered across the cold universe.

"You... you killed them all! Aren't you afraid of retribution from the heavens during your tribulation with such immense killing intent?!" The Quasi-Emperor from the Desolate Saint Body ancestral cave roared, his eyes red.

"When you killed my Heavenly Court's people, did you ever consider that?"

Ye Fan did not speak, but a powerful will permeated the heavens and earth, resonating with the universe like the roar of the Great Dao.

"The path of cultivation is inherently about breaking eternity, defying the heavens, and seeking immortality. Having reached this stage, would I still follow the rules it has set?"

The mighty will fluctuated like a supreme deity questioning, while Ye Fan stood there, never opening his mouth. Yet, all things in heaven and earth, the entire cosmic river, resonated for him, rumbling loudly!

"If you seek to achieve Dao, you will surely perish on the day of your tribulation!" The expert from the Desolate Saint Body ancestral planet roared, but his eyes were filled with terror because he saw a massive hand pressing forward, engulfing him. No divine power or method was useful; he could not escape.

Thud!

His body exploded, transforming into a cloud of blood mist that dispersed into the cosmos.

"Sect Master, is that you?"

"Brother Ye, is it truly you, back again? Heaven be praised!"

In the distance, figures appeared. There were many Heavenly Court members in this starfield; otherwise, the Tyrant Bloodline would not have come to purge it.

The Nine-Tailed Alligator Dragon was covered in blood, eight of its golden tails severed, its horns shattered and bleeding profusely, and its scales ripped in many places, a truly tragic sight.

Yet, at this moment, it was laughing loudly, tears streaming down its face. Behind it, the old soldiers of the Heavenly Court gathered, all trembling with excitement, unable to stop roaring and shouting.

"Haha... The Heavenly Court will reunite again!"

Many laughed and cried, having waited too long, finally seeing the light of day. Ye Fan's power just now was proof enough; the Heavenly Court was destined for a great resurgence.

From Ye Fan's skull, countless blood-red lights soared, transforming into great dragons that merged into the bodies of every person. In an instant, all the old soldiers' injuries healed, and their vitality reached its peak.

This entire starfield was imbued with his aura; his vitality permeated the sun and moon, enveloping the cosmic river.

"Brothers, it's been a long time. From this day forward, my Heavenly Court shall return!" These were Ye Fan's first words.

"Rebuild the Heavenly Court!" Everyone's blood ran hot, and they roared to the sky, having waited for this day for too long.

"My brothers have suffered," Ye Fan asked calmly. "Please tell me, who has been targeting my Heavenly Court?"

When this question was raised, many people's eyes turned red. Too many had died; several battle divisions had turned to ash, and many generals, including the Black Bear Great Saint, had met untimely deaths.

"The Alliance of Forbidden Zone Descendants..."

In the starfield behind Ye Fan, the cultivator who had first seen him and kindly warned him cried out and rushed into the distance.

"The Sacred Body, Ye Fan, is back!"

In the galaxy where he was, many figures immediately started in surprise. Subsequently, the news spread, reaching all regions and propagating at the fastest possible speed.

Crack!

In the cosmos, dozens of stars showed anomalies; the Great Dao formations within them began to collapse.

At the same time, runes appeared in the Heavenly Court's secret chamber, emitting astonishing light. These were celestial coordinates, shimmering with divine radiance amidst their brilliance.

"First, go bring the children back!"

Black Emperor and the others knew that Ye Fan's hundred-year seal had expired and the Primal Heaven Great Formation had automatically dissolved. Despite their sadness, everyone rushed to various galaxies.

These children were the hope of the Heavenly Court, representing its future; they absolutely could not be lost.

"Mom, how long have I been asleep? Where's Father? Why didn't he come to pick me up himself?" Little Zi emerged from the source, blinking her eyes sleepily, and looked at Ji Ziyue.

"Your father is in seclusion and will be home after some time," Ji Ziyue said, trying to suppress the urge to cry, but clear tears still inevitably rolled down her cheeks.

"Mom, you're crying. Where is Father really? Don't lie to Little Zi." The child, precocious and sensing something amiss, woke completely, opened her wide eyes, and vigorously shook Ji Ziyue's arm.

The children of the Heavenly Court had returned, and all had received immense benefits. They had been in divine acupoints that gathered primal essence, nurtured for a hundred years, significantly enhancing the children's innate potential.

Despite their grief and heavy hearts, everyone was greatly astonished, scarcely able to believe it.

Ye Fan's source techniques were superb, capable of recreating heaven and earth, truly astonishingly powerful. They had bestowed immense benefits upon all the children, fully supplementing their innate constitution.

"Where's Uncle? Why hasn't he returned yet?" an older child asked.

"Father, where are you? Mom, don't lie to me, I want to see Father," Little Zi cried, wiping her tears with her small, fair hands.

Everyone fell silent, unable to respond.

Suddenly, a loud shout echoed: "Ye Fan is still alive!"

As soon as the voice rang out, the Heavenly Court erupted in commotion, and everyone rushed outside.

Li Heishui had returned, bringing the latest news, excitedly shouting, "He's appeared! Everyone outside is talking about it now!"

The next moment, a figure flashed within the Heavenly Court; a white-haired man appeared. Little Zi immediately broke free from Ji Ziyue's embrace and rushed over, calling out, "Father, I missed you!"

The crowd stared in a daze, then all rushed forward. Ye Fan's return made the place erupt.

"Ye Zi!""Master!""Ye Fan!"

Everyone was incredibly excited. It felt like a dream; Ye Fan had appeared alive, so suddenly.

Although they saw signs of aging on him, people were content. Just being alive and back was enough. Ji Ziyue wept with joy.

Ye Fan wiped away her tears, held Little Zi, and said to everyone, "I must go face a great tribulation. Do not emerge; wait for me. We shall meet again soon."

Having said this, he put Little Zi down, transformed into a blazing light, and vanished directly from the spot.

"Hmm, the Heavenly Court ought to be destroyed. That's exactly what we're going to do—eradicate them. Who can stop us?"

The path taken by the Forbidden Zone Descendants was one of bloodshed and carnage. No one dared to resist them. They were utterly unbridled, openly declaring their intentions without any concealment.

"What? The Sacred Body, Ye Fan, is still alive? This is truly unexpected. I thought he had perished on the path to Dao," they all exclaimed in astonishment upon receiving the news.

"This news is quite startling; it needs to be reported higher up!"

The Forbidden Zone Descendants felt apprehensive. Some began their return journey, as they naturally dared not treat Ye Fan in the same way they treated the Heavenly Court's people; he was not someone who could be killed just like that.

Boom!

On the path to Beidou, a blazing light descended from the sky. A foot stomped down, directly crushing the Reincarnation Sea Prince, who was on his way to nirvana, displaying an even greater arrogance than his own.

"How dare you!" On his return journey, Nirvana had not expected his secret path to be known and intercepted.

Nirvana opened his mouth and spat out a forbidden artifact, forged by an ancient supreme. It blasted towards the large foot, but to his shock, Ye Fan merely flicked his sleeve, effortlessly confiscating the artifact without a ripple.

Thud!

The massive foot descended with an irresistible force, landing on him, breaking his bones and tearing his tendons. Even the bloodline of an ancient emperor could not withstand it.

"Ah..." He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The foot pressed down on his face, forcing him to his knees, while the other foot landed on his chest, making him collapse to the ground. The newcomer looked down at him and asked, "Were you among those who killed my people?"

"So what if I was?" he retorted, feigning toughness.

Ye Fan raised his head, no longer looking at him, and gazed out at the starry sky. Nirvana immediately sensed something terrible was about to happen. He cried out in terror, "Wait!"

Splat!

Alas, Ye Fan paid him no mind. With a slight push of his foot, blood and flesh splattered high. Nirvana shrieked, his face contorted with fear, and then he exploded into fragments!

Under another starry sky, the Woman of the Ruins watched the entire process, her face as pale as snow. She, too, was secretly hurrying towards Beidou, and her path had also been cut off.

The final supreme path, blood and flesh splattering. Please provide support; calling for a card.