Chapter 1733: Blood Transformation and Bone Replacement

"You're here too, aren't you?" Ye Fan's feet splattered crimson, the blood of an ancient emperor's lineage, bursting with dazzling divine light.

Yet, he didn't even glance down. It was as if he had crushed a mere bug, an inconsequential act. His gaze was fixed solely on the Ruined Maiden in the distant sky.

The scene was somewhat terrifying. That was a revered prince of an ancient emperor, always held in high esteem throughout the ages, yet now so utterly vulnerable, truly like a worthless chicken or dog under Ye Fan's foot.

Such an event wasn't unheard of, but it was exceedingly rare, achieved only by great emperors in their youth, and always recorded in the most crucial historical annals, never to be lost!

The Ruined Maiden's heart pounded with fear, and the color drained from her face. She was a favored daughter of heaven, yet facing this supreme devil king, she couldn't muster even a shred of superiority.

She didn't even realize she was retreating; it was her soul's instinct. She felt immense terror in the presence of this person. Ordinarily, how could this happen? The bloodline of an ancient emperor was proud and arrogant!

But now, her soul was trembling, filled with reluctance, as her body betrayed her will.

"Holy Body, wait! Hear me out. Supremes are watching you now. If you undergo your tribulation, you will surely be discovered, inviting great disaster…" the Ruined Maiden said, feigning composure.

"Do I need you to tell me this?" Ye Fan pressed forward, his hair as white as snow.

The Ruined Maiden's face also turned as white as snow. Her heart was a turmoil of anxiety, an ominous premonition, and growing terror. She was the daughter of a Supreme, of noble lineage, and had never bothered to acknowledge mortal powerhouses, for no one dared provoke them.

They transcended mortal rules; so-called restrictions and human realm principles were a joke to them.

However, today, she felt apprehensive.

"Your ancestors were once respected, but now they have abandoned this world, descending into decay. As for you…" Ye Fan sneered.

With a single stride, he closed the distance and roared, "Since you are also here, let this end!"

He didn't make a move. With a mighty roar, the surrounding galaxies shattered and the heavens exploded. The Ruined Maiden shrieked, her secret treasure flashing in an attempt to resist.

This was a magic artifact refined for her by an ancient emperor, but now it disintegrated with a crash, utterly useless. She couldn't withstand the sound waves and pressure, kneeling there with her hands over her ears, screaming like a madwoman, blood streaming from her seven orifices.

The sight was too horrific. The high-and-mighty princess had no power to resist. Her body exploded inch by inch, her face filled with terror before solidifying, then disintegrating into dust with a puff beneath the starry sky.

"Who is that?"

This immense sound wave shook the universe, even awakening dormant Supremes.

Before the Underworld, the First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court… opened his eyes. He was very old, his hair entirely white. At this moment, he stood up and said, "I should bury myself. I can't hold on any longer."

This unrestrained and formidable divine general, though old, still had a baby face, but it was now etched with wrinkles. His life was reaching its end, difficult to sustain.

"You have appeared alive, though I don't know if you'll succeed," he sighed, looking at the starry universe. "This mortal world, it makes one nostalgic. What a pity, no one in ancient times has truly achieved eternal life."

He straightened his back and laughed heartily, "Ning Fei, do you still remember my words? How can people like us die in silence? Even in death, we must make the heavens and earth tremble and resonate for us!"

He held a stone staff and carried a black longbow on his back, striding towards the netherworld. He intended to conclude his life in a battle of ultimate glory.

"Senior, where are you going?" Behind him, a voice spoke, and a white-haired figure appeared. It was Ye Fan.

The First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court turned, smiled, and said, "You are impressive, to have reached this point. Go face the great tribulation. I can't speak for other places, but I will guard the Underworld for you. Go."

"No, I will handle it myself," Ye Fan said, not wanting to see the First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court die.

"I have lived long enough. My obsession won't fade unless I kill the Undying Emperor, but I cannot find him now. So let me conclude my journey in the Underworld," he said with a smile, turning his gaze towards the Underworld.

"Senior, please drink this blood."

Ye Fan opened his palm, and a cluster of crimson fire pulsed. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be fresh, red blood, moving like a flame, incredibly crystalline and brilliant.

"I have drunk the immortal blood of the Heavenly Emperor, and a hundred years ago, I bathed in the blood of the Undying Emperor. It's of no great use now. All I want is a satisfying battle," he said.

"Very well, I will accompany you, senior, to the Underworld. We'll deal with this place first," Ye Fan said.

"You can't suppress it any longer. Don't waste your strength here. Otherwise, once all the Supremes lock onto you, there will truly be no hope," the First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court shook his head and said, "Save your energy. I will guard and block this place for you!"

Ye Fan fell silent, then turned away.

This was the last time he saw the First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court. This unrestrained and magnificent hero finally succumbed to the passage of time. After this day, there would be no more…

Cosmic gales blew, making Ye Fan's white hair flutter. He traversed one galaxy after another, his eyes reflecting scenes of suns and moons being destroyed, galaxies collapsing, and the heavens and earth in their nascent stages.

At this time, the universe was in great turmoil. Ye Fan's return had caused a huge sensation everywhere, and the news of him single-handedly annihilating the Tyrant Blood army had long since spread.

Moreover, his recent acts of trampling Wang Sheng to death and roaring the Ruined Maiden into oblivion had been observed by ancient supreme treasures, the Sky-Reaching Divine Eyes, shaking the entire cosmos.

The Sky-Reaching Divine Eyes were originally a supreme divine artifact of the Big Dipper Monster Emperor Palace, now scattered across the starry sky. Even when Ye Fan and his companions were carried into the Big Dipper by the Nine Dragons pulling a Coffin, they had been sensed by it.

As soon as the news spread, the Sons of the Forbidden Zones turned pale, each fearing for themselves, and all immediately went into hiding.

Especially when Ye Fan strolled through the starry sky, passing by their locations, their hearts leaped into their throats, terrified of being discovered.

On this day, as Ye Fan traveled, all those who had emerged from the Life Forbidden Zones remained silent. Not one dared to show themselves; they all fled into the galaxies, practically running away at the mere sight of him.

The world could scarcely believe it. The once arrogant Sons of the Forbidden Zones, who were so conceited, were now utterly terrified, a truly astonishing sight.

However, it was understandable. By now, at least eight or nine, if not ten, Sons of the Forbidden Zones had died at Ye Fan's hands. How could they not be afraid?!

Wang Sheng and the Ruined Maiden had died recently—a bloody lesson… No one was without fear. Even those who had once threatened to wipe out the Heavenly Court now meekly bowed their heads and lay dormant, not daring to utter a single harsh word.

In truth, Ye Fan's mind wasn't on them at all. He was making his final preparations. To put it bluntly, the Sons of the Forbidden Zones no longer merited his attention.

The path he traveled was silent, all his adversaries fleeing at his approach.

Finally, Ye Fan chose a desolate patch of starry sky, filled entirely with dead stars. There were no signs of life, nor any traces of cultivators.

He sat cross-legged in the void, his entire body beginning to glow. With a thundering rumble, blood boiled, and rivers and seas roared deafeningly.

A strange fluctuation spread, affecting the surrounding stars, causing them all to tremble and resonate with Ye Fan's breathing.

Ye Fan's body was emaciated, his hair snow-white; he looked very old. Yet, at this moment, an incredibly powerful vitality suddenly emerged, startlingly abrupt.

*Pffft.*

Ye Fan's body nearly exploded, becoming a bloody mess. A crimson streak shot out from his crown, and a cauldron appeared above his head, from which a scarlet glow surged skyward, engulfing the star sea in an instant.

Inside that cauldron was an endless sea of crimson blood, vast as an ocean, teeming with boundless vitality—a sight so astonishing, past and present, it was almost unbelievable.

Ye Fan's withered body continuously cracked, and drops of golden blood seeped out. Moreover, he opened his mouth and spat out a golden streak—golden blood, splattering everywhere.

He was expelling the golden blood, while from the cauldron above his head, blood surged like a waterfall, crimson blood pouring down and flowing entirely into his body—a terrifying sight.

Over these many years, Ye Fan's aging had two significant causes. First, he glimpsed a corner of the future, which manifested as a real scene in his mind. A century felt like ten millennia, as he battled fiercely on a myriad battlefields, comprehending laws and attaining enlightenment, exhausting his mental energy. Second, he purified crimson blood, constantly extracting it from his body, then sealing it and guarding it with the divine being within the cauldron, to excavate and unleash his own potential.

Now, the seal within the cauldron opened, and the essence blood returned, pouring down like an ocean, rejoining his flesh and blood!

Ye Fan's flesh and blood almost exploded; his bones shattered and then reformed. The golden blood was completely expelled, and his body turned vivid crimson inside. More importantly, at this moment, he began his metamorphosis.

His emaciated body began to glow, old skin peeled away, and shattered bone fragments were pushed out. This was a brutal transformation, a complete rebirth, incredibly powerful and harrowing to witness.

With the return of Ye Fan's true blood, his aged state instantly changed!

His white hair turned to ash and drifted down. His flesh glowed, and his bones shone with a radiant luster. A slender, powerful body was being reformed, flowing with precious light.

Naturally, accompanying this transformation, the heavens and earth also began to stir. Galaxies exploded, and at the very top of the cosmos, lightning flashed violently, starting to descend.

As his true blood returned to his body, his entire being began to brim with vitality, his physique transforming. The great tribulation was imminent, and its portents were already appearing!

The precious blood in the cauldron was endless, truly immense, and completely flowed into Ye Fan's body, coursing through his limbs and bones. His entire physique glowed, blazing like a scorching sun.

The drastic changes continued; bone fragments, old skin, and other remnants continuously fell away. This physical evolution was too intense; it usually occurred gradually. Who had ever seen it proceed as if hacked by a blade or an axe?

Finally, the rebirth was complete. Ye Fan's physique glowed radiantly, like a divine glazed lamp, dazzling and brilliant. His hair was dense and raven-black, gleaming with luster, and his body was strong and slender, brimming with power.

His eyes, meanwhile, grew even deeper, as unfathomable as a star sea!

At this moment, his aura could no longer be concealed. Violent thunder flashed across the firmament. The sight was terrifying; this entire corner of the universe was engulfed, completely submerged!

The great tribulation had arrived!