Chapter 1767: Four Great Beasts Descend Together

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The Path to Immortality has ended. The outcome is both regrettable and surprising, defying everyone's expectations.

This final battle, in its ferocity, also exceeded everyone's imagination. The sky collapsed, the earth shattered, ghosts wailed, and vast star rivers dimmed.

The Four Supremes sought to kill Ye Fan because they had completely lost hope, having already undergone extreme sublimation. They could no longer endure this lifetime and wished to vent their rage and seek revenge.

Ye Fan also wanted to eliminate them, fearing the advent of an unprecedented dark turmoil.

They fought from one domain to another, relentlessly. There were no more superfluous words; only the complete defeat of their enemies, until their blood ran dry.

Everyone was horrified: could Ye Fan fight four Supremes alone? This seemed like a myth, too unreal to believe.

"Impossible! Unless the Heavenly Sovereign is reborn, how could he possess such combat power?"

"It's the Immortal Cauldron! It has actually revived, been reforged, and reappeared in this world."

The Immortal Cauldron roared, constantly colliding, emitting billions of green rays across the cosmic rivers. It devoured the essence of the great cosmos, directly confronting the four Supremes.

In the end, it enveloped Ye Fan, enduring all attacks. Ye Fan only needed to activate the cauldron, without engaging in close combat or fierce struggles with the Supremes.

The four Emperor-level figures, unleashing their full power, could naturally destroy star regions. However, they found it incredibly difficult to shatter the Immortal Cauldron, even with their combined might.

"Kill..."

Finally, the sound of shattered Imperial Dao artifacts echoed, and blood splattered across the starry sky.

No one knew the true horror of that brutal battle. The vast universe and its desolate fringes were inaccessible; the five masters had fought to the point of madness.

Ye Fan coughed up mouthfuls of blood; even shielded by the cauldron, he was shattered once. His body was covered in injuries, and Dao marks intertwined, affecting him.

"Crack!"

In the end, even the Immortal Cauldron could no longer withstand the onslaught, developing cracks. In this head-on confrontation, it sought opportunities for direct impact, simply to break free.

The Four Supremes also bled profusely. More importantly, their time was running out; they would soon fall from their sublimated state and cease to exist.

Yes, this time there was no suspense. Even if they could devour boundless vital essence, it wouldn't be enough. They had endured for too long and had already sublimated, making their continued existence impossible unless a miracle occurred.

In the vast cosmos, star regions exploded, meteorites flew, and chaos reigned. The star fields were utterly churned into a maelstrom.

"Is this battle going to destroy the world?!"

All living beings trembled. The intensity of this battle was no less than the most terrifying dark turmoil. If it continued, the universe would be shattered, and all races would suffer catastrophe.

It became clearly evident that the battle's scope was expanding, and eventually, many life-bearing planets would be affected.

"Ah..."

Finally, one Supreme roared, reaching their limit before perishing. They fell from their peak, their radiating brilliance transforming into darkness. Struck by the Immortal Cauldron, they exploded in the sky.

"Crack!"

The cracks on the green bronze cauldron grew larger and larger, on the verge of disintegration. The other three Supremes attacked frantically, hoping to drag Ye Fan down with them, even in death.

In their eyes, Ye Fan deserved a thousand deaths; he had shattered their hopes of becoming immortals. Their resentment would not dissipate even in death if they couldn't personally slay him.

"Boom!"

Finally, brilliant light scattered as the Immortal Cauldron exploded. It had deliberately engaged in head-on collisions, and now it disintegrated, scattering countless fragments into the distance.

The divine spirit broke free with a long roar. It sublimated to its utmost, sending an imprint to Ye Fan before its own form cracked, and its terrifying aura rapidly faded.

One supreme divine law after another flew away, transforming into streams of light and vanishing into the cosmos.

A chubby little boy, appearing to be only two or three years old, emerged, filled with confusion. He had transformed into a human form, becoming a true living being.

This was a cycle; in the end, it had transcended from the cauldron once more. The Heavenly Sovereign's contingency plans were ultimately in vain.

Ye Fan grabbed him, then placed him into the severely damaged Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, and further into his forehead's Immortal Terrace, protecting him with all his might.

If not for the Immortal Cauldron today, he certainly could not have withstood the four Supremes. He was still a junior, not yet a true Emperor, and thus unable to completely oppose the combined assault of four Imperial Dao masters.

However, it was the presence of the Immortal Cauldron that changed everything. Ye Fan alone suppressed this great turmoil, leaving them filled with regret.

"Ah..."

Another person roared, exiting their sublimated state, their body dimming. They were killed by Ye Fan's punch, turning into a bloody mist and ceasing to exist.

Naturally, he also collected the blood essence of the two deceased individuals, preventing the remaining two from prolonging their inevitable demise.

The tide had turned. The remaining two sighed deeply. Four of them had failed to kill Ye Fan; what honor was left? They had all once been ancient Emperors, unrivaled in the world, yet such a day had come.

The Path to Immortality concluded. In the ultimate battle, no one knew what truly happened in the end; only the spread of brilliant light and the collapse of the cosmic fringes were witnessed!

A small number of supreme and powerful clans, through ancient formations, witnessed some light and shadow, and heard mournful long howls and mad songs.

The battle had ended. For a long time, no one dared to venture forth to see the outcome.

It wasn't until half a month later that someone, mustering their courage, went there and witnessed a desolate scene: countless shattered star fragments, and blood staining the cosmos red.

That was the blood of the Supremes. After they exploded, their bodies could have become as vast as galaxies, but now there was not a single intact piece of bone or flesh, only a vast expanse of crimson, a truly gruesome sight.

"We've found Supreme blood and flesh! Can it be refined into a divine pill?"

Those who arrived trembled with both hope and trepidation.

"What about the Saint Body Ye Fan? Did he die in battle? What a pity," another person whispered.

"In the end, no dark turmoil occurred. Who would have thought it would conclude like this?"

As some powerful individuals arrived, the tranquility was broken. Many wished to collect Imperial blood to refine into elixirs of immortality.

"Huh, there's a body... there's a person there..."

Suddenly, people were horrified. In the endless shattered star ruins, a tattered corpse stirred, slowly sitting up, its body covered in terrifying wounds.

He had initially lacked any vitality, appearing like a dead man. But the moment he sat up, a powerful heartbeat naturally resonated, causing those in the distance to recoil in terror.

Many people coughed up mouthfuls of blood and rapidly retreated.

Because that person was too terrifying; merely the aura he naturally emitted was unbearable for them, astonishing everyone. This was the might of an ancient Great Emperor.

"The Human Saint Body is not dead! He won this decisive battle!"

This news swept across the cosmos like a tide, alarming the world. This achievement was too brilliant, almost supernaturally unreal.

Ye Fan's vitality slowly recovered. Dragging his injured body, he stood in the starry sky, waiting for half a month, but no one reappeared. He gazed at the dreadful battlefield; four Supremes were dead, yet his heart felt empty.

"Heaven blesses the world! The Saint Body won! The dark turmoil did not occur!"

"Heavenly Emperor Ye is invincible!"

Cheers erupted from various places, while some powerful individuals watching from the periphery of the battlefield were filled with awe, their bodies trembling.

Ye Fan silently watched all this, then raised his hand and reached into this part of the cosmos. The remaining blood energy was gathered and absorbed into his Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron.

The battlefield was shattered, with many weapon fragments, but most were utterly ruined. Even divine gold and immortal materials were battered into scrap metal, losing their original divinity.

Because in this final battle, the Supremes fought maniacally, merging with their weapons, exhausting everything and grinding away their divinity.

Usable weapon materials were scarce, very limited.

As for the green cauldron fragments, their spiritual essence remained undiminished; they had not lost their immortal gold properties. Unfortunately, this explosion scattered them anew, and even someone as strong as Ye Fan could only collect a small portion, the rest dispersed throughout the cosmos.

"Hahaha... hahaha!" Ye Fan laughed, his laughter turning into violent coughs, blood trickling from his mouth, and his eyes blurred with moisture. In the end, this was the outcome.

Those who wished to become immortals did not, and all died. Those who did not wish to become immortals entered the Immortal Domain.

What an ending, truly a tremendous irony!

"Ziyue..." he softly called out. To be separated like this, when the Path to Immortality would only reopen millions of years later, how could they ever meet again?

Thinking of her kindness, thinking of her face, Ye Fan let out a desolate sigh. To be forever separated like this, how could he accept it?

He remembered their first meeting: she was so lively, with bright, sparkling eyes and cute little canine teeth, always so optimistic, playful, and adorable.

Then came their partings, gazing across the starry sky. She would make wishes under the night sky, waiting for his return.

Their past laughter and her familiar voice and smiles felt as if they were just yesterday, yet they could never truly reappear.

And Little Zi, with whom he had spent so little time. Ye Fan was often in seclusion or traveling to gain insights, rarely accompanying her. From now on, he would hardly see his lively and adorable daughter.

His wife and daughter had become immortals, creating a miracle unprecedented through the ages. This should have been a cause for celebration, yet Ye Fan stumbled and staggered, adrift in the cosmos.

"The Path to Immortality is soul-breaking, a mere dream! After all this, do you still contend?!" Ye Fan laughed, cried, and roared, shaking the eight directions, his voice reaching the forbidden zones of life.

"Thank you, Saint Body, for suppressing the dark turmoil and averting a catastrophe!"

Ordinary cultivators couldn't hear his shouts; they were meant only for the Supremes. They celebrated, believing that after this battle, the universe would be peaceful for a long time, with no more worries.

Ye Fan, bleeding profusely, staggered back. He unsealed the Nine Great Chaotic Realms, and the Heavenly Court's followers reappeared in the world.

He had left a command that his followers should not emerge until his return, as no one knew what might happen in the battle for immortality, or when it would end.

"Master, you're injured!"

"Ye Fan, what happened to you? Are you alright?!"

A group of people rushed forward.

"I'm fine. A few years of recuperation will do me good. You needn't worry," Ye Fan said. He had already suppressed his vital energy and his divine power fluctuations.

"What about Mistress and Little Zi? Why haven't they returned?" His disciples had a bad premonition, and everyone looked on.

"They've become immortals," Ye Fan said, wanting to smile, but a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.

"What? Immortals?!" Everyone was shocked.

"Ye Fan, are you alright?" His good brothers were all worried.

"I'm fine. As long as the forbidden zones remain, I will remain immortal. In this life, I will fight to the very end!" Ye Fan's words were forceful and resonant, his eyes shining brightly, deeply inspiring everyone.