Chapter 1782: What Is Left

The Chaos Body reappears, and the world trembles!

He is going to challenge the Holy Body Ye Fan. As soon as the news spread, it caused a stir everywhere. It was destined to be a divine battle, a clash of dragons and tigers, which would influence the structure of the vast universe.

Even before the battle began, the mere news of it caused turmoil in various regions. How could one dare to contend with the Holy Body without supreme confidence?

This evoked great anticipation, as exceptional talents are emerging in this era, with accumulated power from eons concentrated in a single generation. People yearned for the clash that would ignite the most brilliant sparks.

Ye Fan had defeated the Demon Emperor, reigning supreme in the universe. For someone to now dare to challenge him to a decisive battle indicated either extreme arrogance or immense power.

“The mere name ‘Chaos Body’ grants him the right to challenge!”

“It is the strongest bloodline of all time; once cultivated to its peak, it can achieve enlightenment and ascend to immortality, revered by all in the mortal realm, with no equal. We eagerly await this battle!”

For years, Ye Fan had been unrivaled in the universe. Not only he, but others too, found this somewhat monotonous. The appearance of such a formidable challenger now stirred excitement in many hearts.

In front of the South Heaven Gate, Yang Xi stood witnessing the scene. The city tower, adorned with Emperor’s patterns, had been swept flat by a single piece of paper. Only a letter, wreathed in primordial chaos energy, remained stuck in the ground.

On it was inscribed only one word: “Battle!”

Was the hostility intense? Not exactly. It was more of an overwhelming dominance, coupled with a belief in being unrivaled. This person possessed immense self-confidence.

“The Chaos Body has finally appeared. What astonishing display will it offer?” Even within the Heavenly Court, there was great anticipation.

However, many also felt apprehension, as this physique was heralded as the greatest of all time, perhaps rivaled only by the Innate Holy Body Dao Embryo, and otherwise invincible.

Ye Fan was indeed powerful, accumulating brilliant achievements throughout his journey, a rare feat in ancient times. Otherwise, he would not have been compared to the Emperor in his youth.

But the Chaos Body was, after all, too renowned; it was said to suppress all. Its formidable arrival inevitably caused unease.

The universe buzzed with chaos and anticipation.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the Undying Mountain, unmoved by external events. During this time, he simply dissolved the divine embryo being nurtured within the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, preventing its growth. He left the power of faith on the altar and took the cauldron with him.

Ten days later, the Mythical Battlefield.

All was silent, not a sound could be heard. Ye Fan stood alone, gazing into the depths of the starfield.

The entire world watched, everyone awaiting this battle. However, apart from a few individuals like Zhang Bainian, Dao Yi, the Monkey, and the Human Devil, few dared to approach.

Throughout the starfield, Sky-Piercing Divine Eyes, Heaven-Gazing Arrays, and similar formations were already deployed, as major powerful clans hoped to witness the battle.

Boom!

A rumble echoed in the distance, and a brilliant bolt of lightning tore through the cosmos, entering the Mythical Battlefield. Primordial chaos energy surged, and another figure appeared.

From the moment he appeared, various regions became restless. The most terrifying battle was about to begin, and many clenched their fists, more nervous than those actually on the field.

His true appearance was obscured; only primordial chaos surged around him. He seemed to stand in an era before the creation of heaven and earth, with various runes emerging and myriad paths resonating, like a true sovereign!

“Dong…”

A bell chime resonated, shaking the universe. The Golden Crow Emperor appeared and said, “Fellow Daoists, let us withdraw from this battlefield. The decisive battle is about to begin.”

The Old Madman, Victorious Buddha, Fire Qilin, God Venerable, Yin Tiande, and others all nodded and departed immediately. The Mythical Battlefield instantly became even more silent.

Everyone in the external star rivers was aghast. This battle was indeed extraordinary; even an Emperor could only maintain order here, not participate.

Regardless, this battle was destined to be recorded in the annals of the greatest divine conflicts!

“Is the Chaos Body truly that powerful?”

Before the decisive battle, people recalled the fragmented legends, almost lost in the mythical era, of Chaos Bodies that had appeared during that period, coexisting with the Nine Great Heavenly Venerates.

This bloodline was hailed as the most terrifying, causing even ancient Heavenly Venerates headaches and suffering.

Legend had it that if this physique appeared, achieving enlightenment was merely a matter of time; success was inevitable. Moreover, there was no need to worry about someone else already having achieved enlightenment in that era!

Therefore, a rumor claimed that Heavenly Venerates and Dao Venerates who lived in the same era as a Chaos Body would feel helpless and would have experienced bloodshed.

Regrettably, in one known era, a Chaos Body failed to fully mature and was slain by a Heavenly Venerate during its ascent. However, that ancient Venerate also suffered massive blood loss and severe injuries.

Such talent and such a battle outcome — how could they not shock the world?

After the Chaos Body’s death, its physique was refined into an unparalleled grand formation, becoming a vessel for Supreme Dao patterns, suppressing the Big Dipper and paving the way to immortality.

All these rumors attested to the supreme power of this physique!

“It’s him!” Zhang Qingyang and Long Yuxuan exclaimed, standing beside Xiao Song. On their way from the Big Dipper to the Heavenly Court, they had seen a tribulation transcender—the same blurry figure with the same aura.

At the same time, Ye Fan recognized his opponent and said, “It is indeed you!”

“That’s right, I have come for our final battle!” Amidst the primordial chaos, the figure spoke calmly, without the assertiveness or arrogance that the outside world might have expected.

Without warning, their battle erupted. The primordial chaos energy expanded, engulfing the entire battlefield, making it impossible for outsiders to discern the combatants or the state of the fight.

A massive and extremely fierce collision occurred in that area, resembling an Emperor-level battle, causing the observing Golden Crow Emperor to change expression several times.

What a powerful Chaos Body! Its reputation was well-deserved. Everyone was shaken; the challenger did not disappoint. One must know that even ancient Heavenly Venerates did not necessarily display such ferocity in the various battles of this era.

“Aoooh…”

As the fierce struggle continued, the primordial chaos energy gradually thinned, revealing a blurry image.

A blurry figure moved with the swiftness of an immortal. Not only did primordial chaos laws shoot forth, but various immortal spirits surrounded him, making him appear like an Immortal King.

He surged forward, causing the trembling chaos battlefield to collapse. Driving various immortal spirits such as Azure Dragons, Enlightened Serpents, Vermilion Birds, White Tigers, and Kunpengs, he charged, battling Ye Fan.

“So fierce!” Even the stubborn and iron-willed Fire Qilin sighed.

Each immortal spirit embodied a Great Dao, formed from the most ancient runes and Emperor characters. The Chaos Body could wield myriad Daos, representing the will of heaven and earth, fighting until all things were annihilated.

Ye Fan struck with punch after punch. Azure Dragons, with bodies as long as star rivers, shattered, their blood splattering. Vermilion Birds wailed, falling tragically like setting suns. White Tigers roared in sorrow, their mountain-sized bodies collapsing into pools of blood…

Ye Fan was cold and ruthless. With the Heavenly Emperor Fist, the universe crumbled, its combat power intimidating the mortal realm.

One gigantic immortal spirit after another fell into pools of blood, yet they appeared endlessly, without repeating. As these fell, more emerged, such as the Teng Snake, Immortal Phoenix, and Wut.

The Chaos Body moved with worldly defiance, surrounded by an unending stream of immortal spirits. As his palms and fingers struck down, laws surged like a sea, causing Ye Fan’s body to tremble. He began to directly confront the Heavenly Emperor Fist.

“What a powerful individual! Truly worthy of being the strongest bloodline. His physical body is in no way weaker than the strongest Holy Body in history—it’s terrifying!”

Everyone was astonished. People discovered that during their fierce clash, Ye Fan’s tiger’s mouth (the web between thumb and forefinger) split open, splattering specks of blood. This was almost unbelievable.

To the relief of Ye Tong, Huahua, and others, the opponent’s palms and fingers were also stained with blood, equally scarred by the Heavenly Emperor Fist, with blood flowing.

As for the Great Dao laws, they crashed like monstrous waves, colliding between the two. Dazzling light continuously scattered, like blossoming immortal flowers, each one incredibly brilliant.

“Yao Guang… it’s Yao Guang!”

Everyone was stunned. As the primordial chaos thinned, people could hardly believe their eyes. The figure’s true appearance was revealed—as elegant as jade, transcendent above the mortal dust—it was Yao Guang!

“Didn’t he die in that battle years ago, slain by the Holy Body Ye Fan at the Fifth Imperial Pass? How could he be alive again and have become the Chaos Body?”

Many trembled with disbelief, struggling to accept this reality, as many had witnessed that battle firsthand years ago.

Once the news broke, all clans were shaken. Cultivators from the Big Dipper Starfield, in particular, felt complex emotions. What was going on? In the end, it was he who came to fight Ye Fan in a decisive battle!

“I understand now. On that day, he merely used Ye Fan to break through his shackles; that body had imprisoned him.”

“Exactly. Do you still remember what he said that day?”

Everyone’s heart trembled as memories from that year surfaced. On that day, Yao Guang had resolutely faced death in battle, covered in blood, yet he did not flee, engaging in a grand confrontation with Ye Fan.

Because at that time, his path had reached its end; his demonic body had shackled his Dao, preventing further progress.

“This final battle, whether it brings liberation or transcendence, all lies within it.”

His desolate words from that day still echoed in people’s ears. Only at this moment did they realize that even at the point of death, he had been speaking of his own path.

“Yao Guang is destined to fall silent. This Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, this demonic body, it has imprisoned too much. Only Brother Ye can break him.” These were the heartbreaking words he uttered before his ultimate demise.

At that time, it was somewhat tragic and grand. Before his death, he seemed neither to cry nor to laugh, a complex expression of both sorrow and joy. Finally, through his tears, he revealed a sunlit smile, waved to everyone, and his physical body exploded.

Such profound meaning!

Everyone suddenly understood that back then, Ye Yaoguang had been reborn through Ye Fan’s hand.

In fact, after his death, his inner essence transformed into sixty-four hundred streams of vital energy that surged towards the ten desolations of the universe. Everyone observed that it contained the hope of life.

“Yao Guang!” Ye Fan exclaimed.

“No, Yao Guang is no more. I am Chaos.” He smiled softly, but there was an inexpressible loneliness and sorrow that he could not conceal.

“No matter who you are, in today’s battle with me, you cannot escape defeat,” Ye Fan said.

“Perhaps, but I still came, because this battle is unavoidable!” Yao Guang, or rather, Chaos, shone like the sun.

This single sentence was enough to convey his intent. This battle was indeed unavoidable. They had known each other since their youth, and throughout their journey, too much had happened, ultimately leading them to stand as adversaries. Only one could emerge as the Human Sovereign, while the other would fall.

Both were dragons among men, rare prodigies of immense talent throughout the ages, yet one was destined to perish.

“Boom!”

The most ferocious battle erupted. Above Yao Guang’s head appeared a Chaos Cauldron, a four-legged square cauldron, while above Ye Fan’s head, a Mother Qi Cauldron, a three-legged, two-eared round cauldron, materialized.

The two were diametrically opposed; even their weapons were similar. Their cauldrons crashed together in a massive collision.

This battle was so intense that the sun and moon lost their light, and the mortal realm paled. Yao Guang abandoned his former methods and Dao, his every move filled with profound principles. As the Chaos laws emerged, they swept across all directions.

Ye Fan’s Dao actually showed signs of being suppressed. As his spells were cast, they were absorbed by the opponent’s primordial chaos light, becoming a part of Yao Guang himself.

Everyone knew that Ye Fan had truly met his match. This battle was destined to be incredibly difficult. The Chaos Body was indeed terrifying; no wonder legends spoke of it causing Heavenly Venerates to bleed and nearly die, even before it fully achieved enlightenment.

“Kill!”

Ye Fan’s eyes shone brightly, his tiger’s mouth split and covered in blood, yet his will remained firm, unwavering as he surged forward, striking.

“Boom!”

Overwhelming divine power. The earth-shattering strike from both sides shattered the Mythical Battlefield into pieces, even affecting the outside world. This was shocking; even Supreme battles of old were not necessarily this terrifying.

“Both used the ‘Jie’ character secret art, boosting their combat power tenfold, which is why they unleashed such a world-shaking strike!” Zhang Bainian sighed.

Yao Guang also mastered the ‘Jie’ character secret art. However, this secret art was not necessarily the decisive key to victory. Any art, when cultivated to its peak, was formidable; it was merely their simultaneous use at this moment that displayed its power.

This battle raged until heaven and earth grew dim, this part of the universe shattered, and the Mythical Battlefield was utterly destroyed. After thousands of exchanges, the victor remained undecided.

This was the most terrifying and brutal battle Ye Fan had faced since reigning supreme over the world!

Finally, Yao Guang transformed into a primordial chaos furnace, charging forward to envelop Ye Fan, intending to refine him.

Ye Fan, meanwhile, transformed into a cauldron. He was first refined within the furnace, then surged out, drawing the primordial chaos light into himself, turning it into furnace flames as myriad scriptures roared within him.

The two struggled fiercely, continuously swirling and tumbling.

This battle astonishingly lasted a full day, its intensity causing shivers. Finally, two blood-soaked figures fell out, their bodies severely damaged.

“This truly is an end. This time, Yao Guang will be eternally silent,” Yao Guang sighed mournfully.

“You can survive,” Ye Fan said.

Amidst golden light, he was covered in blood, constantly coughing, yet he smiled and said, “The universe is vast, but it cannot simultaneously accommodate both you and me.”

Ye Fan fell silent.

“My Chaos Body, after all, has flaws. In this life, I can only cultivate to this extent.” Yao Guang smiled sadly, as if in self-mockery, and also as if conveying a message to Ye Fan.

“Puff.”

He exploded, blood scattering like blossoms, a true fading away, never to reappear in the world.

“To have an opponent like you…” Yao Guang’s last words trailed off, only their echo reverberating across the Mythical Battlefield.

The winds of heaven blew, wailing sorrowfully. Thus ended Yao Guang, a hero of his generation, a conclusion that left many speechless.

“Victorious Buddha has transcended!” someone cried out, breaking the silence.

Everyone was grief-stricken. At this moment, a mix of emotions swelled: the death of a hero in battle, the fading of the old generation—such was the path of a cultivator.

The joys and sorrows of the Emperor’s path, the world’s conflicts, composed a resounding battle song—a glory belonging to one person alone, yet burying the blood and tears of countless others.

To witness that person rise, to see that person stand at the pinnacle, to watch that person look down upon the world, yet behind it lay boundless bones, a long blood-soaked path. To be supreme above and below, it held such cruelty.