Chapter 1770: Misfortune

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A century passed, and Ye Tong once again attempted to undergo tribulation, hoping to ascend to the realm of the Great Emperor and defy the heavens by altering the Grand Dao's laws, thereby standing at the pinnacle of martial arts. Unfortunately, he failed. In the years that followed, he persevered, determined to break the ancient curse: even with a Great Emperor having already achieved enlightenment, he still wished to make the ultimate leap and realize the myth of multiple emperors coexisting.

The outcome was tragic. Time and again, he was gravely wounded, on the brink of death, shedding blood across the universe, yet unable to change the status quo.

The Golden Crow Great Emperor's mark had long been imprinted in the heart of the Great Universe. Now, his singular path reigned supreme, with all other paths converging into it, blessed by the heavens. No one could shake its foundation. Even if he were to die, this Dao would not dissipate for ten thousand years. In a sense, it was no longer his suppression, but rather a manifestation of the heavens' rules!

Over the years, Ye Fan had also taken action, entering the life restricted zones multiple times to confront ancient venerables, and even clashing with the avatars of some individuals. His power encompassed mountains and rivers, shaking the entire universe.

Each time, he gained something, whether bringing out prehistoric stone tablets from the restricted zones, taking immortal divine springs, or moving spiritual roots of heaven and earth.

During this period, great tribulations occurred from time to time, especially when Ye Fan confronted the supreme beings of the restricted zones. Unrivaled thunder tribulations would strike down in the chaotic sea, with no one knowing who was undergoing them.

In the blink of an eye, seven hundred years had passed since the Immortal Ascension War concluded. Ye Tong underwent tribulation once more, with more than half of his body venturing into the realm of the Wen Emperor, hoping to advance further.

This time, the heavenly tribulation was unimaginably powerful. The entire universe trembled violently, shattering countless star rivers, forcing Ye Fan to emerge. He created heaven and earth, fashioning suns, moons, and stars to prevent the Great Universe from being damaged.

The performance of the master and disciple shocked everyone in the Great Universe. All major life restricted zones fell silent, unable to utter a word.

Each great star, one after another, bloomed like a firework. Though beautiful, the moment they withered was incredibly poignant.

Amidst the cosmic tribulation, with heaven and earth shaking, Ye Tong's tribulation was unprecedented for him. All realms and domains were filled with lightning, shaking the past, present, and future.

Ye Fan quietly took action, creating stars in the shattered celestial ruins.

Gods and demons were subdued, and all living beings trembled. One was destroying the world, the other was creating it—a spectacle that shocked the entire world.

This time, no one interfered. In fact, ever since Ye Fan powerfully deterred the restricted zones with his Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things, no one had dared to act again, fearing they might provoke him and trigger an immediate war against the restricted zones.

This was because they themselves were not yet ready!

Silver snakes danced wildly, and chaos surged like a sea. The entire starry sky experienced a tribulation rarely seen throughout the ages. Ye Tong was covered in blood, suppressed and constantly assaulted by the Grand Dao. Ultimately, he could no longer withstand the heavens' suppression, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood and plummeting downwards.

"Senior Brother!"

In the distance, Yang Xi cried out, about to rush over, but Xiao Song instantly pulled him back.

Countless runes descended from the sky, each a supreme Dao mark. They all struck Ye Tong, piercing through him and leaving his body riddled with blood-filled holes, like a sieve.

This was more terrifying than being shattered to pieces. It was a punishment from the heavens, the result of suppression by all paths. He had sustained irreparable Grand Dao injuries, which could cripple him for life.

"Someone achieved emperorship first and integrated with the Heavenly Heart. This is unchangeable; the myth cannot be broken. Forcibly breaking through will only result in the most terrifying backlash. Throughout history, no one has been able to transcend this, to coexist as an emperor in the same era. No one has succeeded in all ages!" A cold voice echoed from a life restricted zone.

Ye Fan's brows furrowed. He prevented everyone else from approaching, rushing in himself to catch his disciple who was falling from the sea of thunder.

During this process, endless chaotic lightning bolts and phantom immortals struck his body, but merely caused wisps of smoke to rise, unable to harm his physical form.

This outcome was astonishing. Ye Fan had not displayed his true strength for many years. Even when he went to deter the restricted zones, he never revealed his full hand. No one knew how truly powerful he was. Now, with lightning unable to penetrate and all laws failing to affect him, he had stunned all supreme experts of the current age.

"Ye Tong, wake up!" Ye Fan held his disciple's shattered body, calling out with the sound of the Dao.

"Master, I'm afraid I can't go on. Haste makes waste. Becoming an emperor truly cannot be forced. It's difficult to defy the heavens." Ye Tong gave a miserable laugh, blood continuously trickling from the corners of his mouth.

His body was riddled with blood holes, transparent from front to back. Most terrifyingly, each blood hole contained a supreme Grand Dao divine rune, the result of the suppression of unrivaled Dao marks.

The backlash from all paths was incredibly dreadful! This was not an isolated incident. In any era where a Great Emperor emerged, it was destined to be exceptionally glorious, with outstanding individuals constantly appearing. Inevitably, some would refuse to submit, attempting to defy the heavens and foolishly aspire to stand alongside the existing emperor. However, the final outcome was that almost all of them became cripples; no one ever succeeded.

"Hold on! I will extend your life and extract the marks of all paths!" Ye Fan roared with the sound of the Dao, his entire body glowing. All laws manifested, instantly nullifying the power of the tribulation in that area.

At this point, even the heavenly tribulation could not encroach, and it was also about to vanish.

Ye Fan, like a divine being engulfed in flames, held his disciple in his hands. Endless divine principles rotated, entering Ye Tong's body as he exerted all his might to dispel those Grand Dao runes.

"Oh, divine will! This has actually happened. Throughout history, only a few individuals have ever recovered, but his condition looks too severe. His life is practically over."

"The heavens intend to destroy the Heavenly Court lineage. What an unexpected surprise!"

Someone in a life restricted zone whispered. This situation, which dealt a heavy blow to the flourishing Heavenly Court, meant that if the restricted zones were to act, they would save considerable effort, as Ye Fan had effectively lost a major helper.

"Master, I am sorry. I had hoped to fight alongside you, but now I've become a burden!" Tears streamed from Ye Tong's eyes, filled with regret.

"Don't overthink it. With me here, those insignificant demons and monsters are nothing to worry about!" Ye Fan said in a deep voice.

He told Ye Tong not to dwell on it, his body surging with divine principles and vigorous essence blood. He worked to heal him, striving to extract those runes.

However, those symbols represented the heavens' most terrifying suppression. Whether it was Ye Tong's Immortal Platform or his Wheel Sea, all were completely occupied and could not be erased.

The Grand Dao scriptures within Ye Fan's body roared. He was like a blazing furnace, continuously emitting radiant light that struck Ye Tong's body. Yet, each time he managed to erase a rune, a portion of his disciple's physical body and Immortal Platform would also be damaged.

This made him frown deeply. The suppression was too dreadful. The silver runes had already merged with Ye Tong, and attempting to extract the marks of all paths would inevitably destroy his disciple.

With a whoosh, Ye Fan vanished from his spot, holding his disciple. He was as swift as an immortal, disappearing without a trace in a blink, traversing countless galaxies to return to the Heavenly Court.

"How could this happen?"

No one among them had anticipated such an event; it was entirely beyond their expectations.

"Senior Brother possesses unparalleled talent, unmatched in this world. How could such a calamity befall him!"

That day, a pall of sorrow hung over the Heavenly Court. Everyone sighed, and the more they understood, the more disheartened they became. The situation was almost insurmountable; external forces were useless. Only by one's own power could one overcome it.

Even Ye Fan, who was like a god, was now silent. For several days, he had tried to dispel the myriad Dao runes from Ye Tong, but he had not succeeded. He had only managed to temporarily preserve his disciple's life.

"My good disciple, you must pull through!" Li Tian's eyes were red. Although usually unrestrained and unconventional, he was now genuinely emotional.

Ye Tong was not only Ye Fan's disciple, but also the disciple of Li Tian, Yan Yixi, and the Black Emperor. They had raised him and taught him various techniques.

A few days later, Ye Fan emerged from seclusion, appearing very quiet. Everyone's hearts sank.

"His life can be saved, but his cultivation will depend on his own fortune." When this news broke, the Heavenly Court was greatly shaken, and many felt grief and regret.

The news spread to the outside world, causing an uproar. How could such a thing have happened?

The Heavenly Court was flourishing, its glory illuminating the universe, revered by all. Now, such devastating news was spreading, making it feel surreal.

Ye Tong's downfall was equivalent to Ye Fan losing an arm.

Could it be that what flourishes must decline? Everyone harbored this thought. In recent years, the Heavenly Court had been too brilliant. Ye Fan, as the strongest Sacred Body in history, had even slain ancient venerables, enough to shake the ages. Every single one of his deeds was destined to be recorded in the most significant annals of history.

"In this world, no one can escape birth, old age, sickness, and death. There are times of prosperity, and times of decline. Everything is a result of natural change. The sun reaches its peak and then weakens; the moon waxes full and then wanes. Nothing can escape this. The Heavenly Court is showing signs of decline."

After this incident, some people outside quickly made such a judgment, prompting deep thought. Perhaps this was indeed a result of the heavens seeking balance.

The news of Ye Tong being crippled during the heavenly tribulation spread across all regions, causing a huge stir. Everyone was discussing it, and people vaguely felt that something might be about to happen.

"Haha, what sweet retribution! Isn't the Heavenly Court powerful? Now they've crippled one of their top combatants. I think their downfall is not far off, because even the heavens aren't helping them!"

"Heh, defying the heavens is a delusion. Our ancestor has already achieved emperorship; who can overthrow him? I actually hope the Sacred Body Ye Fan tries to defy the heavens and break the Dao, following that same path."

Inside the Golden Crow Clan, hearty laughter erupted. Many powerful cultivators applauded, believing that the Golden Crow Clan's best era had arrived, and perhaps the Heavenly Court might truly decline.

However, these voices were quickly suppressed. The Golden Crow Great Emperor appeared, gazing down at the entire Fiery Mulberry Star with immense majesty, and sternly rebuked them for their insolence.

Most surprisingly, he opened his mouth and spat out a wisp of primordial Dao fire, which he sealed within a divine crystal stone. He then handed it to a Golden Crow Saint, instructing him to deliver it to Ye Fan at the Heavenly Court for his disciple's healing.

"Imperial Ancestor, why are you doing this?"

"As an emperor, if one is as narrow-minded as you, it would be better to become a demon," the Golden Crow Great Emperor roared.

This news spread to the outside world, astonishing people across the universe. Many developed a sense of respect, realizing this was a true Great Emperor of the Demon Race.

The Golden Crow Great Emperor had achieved Dao through fire, and Ye Tong possessed a Solar Body; their origins were similar. Furthermore, Ye Tong was injured this time precisely because he defied the Golden Crow Great Emperor's Heavenly Heart Imprint and suffered heavenly punishment. If his original essence were used for healing, there might indeed be hope for recovery.

After receiving the divine crystal, Ye Fan remained silent for a moment, then had the Golden Crow Saint escorted away, expressing his gratitude.