Chapter 1795: Sealing the Gods

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Ye Fan roared a wild song, his hair disheveled and vital energy surging. His Emperor Fist thundered, causing all the stars in the heavens to tremble, change their trajectories, and resonate with him.

He propelled the sun, moon, and stars, with the entire universe seemingly at his feet. Yet, he could not change anything; those heroes had passed away many years ago. What was even more tragic was that the people around him were still departing one by one, and he could only watch helplessly.

After a long time, he finally calmed down. What was left of this life? Only conquest! A vast battle map for eternal life unfolded before him, requiring him to fight throughout his entire existence!

Xia Jiuyou, in her snow-white robes, was incomparably beautiful yet utterly numb. For years, she had sorrowfully searched for her master's whereabouts. Now, disconsolate and walking aimlessly, she was utterly alone as she headed into the distance.

“Wait,” Ye Fan called from behind. “Let me think of a way. Perhaps I can make Senior Gai reappear in the world.” Seeing the former genius girl in such a state, his heart also found no peace.

“What way?” Xia Jiuyou turned around, her eyes misty, a single strand of white hair starkly visible among her dark tresses.

“I've been exploring various methods for eternal life, but none are fully mature yet. However, there's one method that might be worth trying,” Ye Fan replied honestly.

For six millennia, he had spent most of his time comprehending the Dao. He had traveled far on this path, drawing upon all the 'Dao' and 'paths' that the ancients had elucidated.

“What method?”

“I intend to use the power of belief to make Senior reappear in the world,” Ye Fan said, though he sighed inwardly. He knew it was a slim chance, almost impossible to succeed, but seeing the genius girl growing old and so pitiful, he hoped to provide her with some spiritual solace.

Of course, this wasn't to say there was no hope of success at all. This was the Great Dao of Amitabha Buddha, which Ye Fan had meticulously studied for five hundred years, pondering many questions.

In the process, Ye Fan had sighed, marveling that the old monk had reached the pinnacle in this path, surpassing all previous generations. Even Sakyamuni was merely a partial rebirth of his divine consciousness.

“Can it really succeed?” Tears welled in Xia Jiuyou's eyes. For so many years, she had been helpless and sorrowful, yet had found no solution.

“Yes, but I’ll need your help!” Ye Fan offered her a glimmer of hope.

“Alright!” An astonishing light flashed in Xia Jiuyou's eyes.

Upon their return to the Heavenly Court, Ye Fan personally erected a temple and began the process of deification—an astonishing act.

In the name of the Heavenly Emperor, he established a magnificent temple in the universe, his booming voice shaking the star sea and spreading throughout all realms! On this day, with utmost solemnity, he personally officiated, deifying Gai Jiuyou. The first wave of spiritual power flowing into the temple was his own, the Heavenly Emperor's decree. Golden light shimmered there, forging a precious body.

The second wave of spiritual power came from Xia Jiuyou's sorrowful obsession. Although it couldn't compare to the Heavenly Emperor's will, it was also radiant and sacred as it flowed in.

With a thunderous crash, bolts of lightning struck from the heavens at that moment, as if to punish such an act against the natural order, for a Great Emperor was performing deification, and it truly might succeed.

“Disperse!” Ye Fan roared, his gaze unleashing two scorching electric blasts that shattered the lightning tribulation and destroyed the heavenly punishment. All of this was accomplished in a single thought.

This immense power shocked the human realm!

The Jiuyou Temple, grand and magnificent, stood beside the Heavenly Court. The moment it appeared, auspicious light shone and radiant colors filled the sky. Faintly, the ethereal figure of the sick old man emerged.

This truly astonished many people. The world's powerful cultivators trembled immensely, knowing that Ye Fan must have used a supreme great method to construct this divine hall, touching upon forbidden domains.

Monkey, Pang Bo, Li Heishui, Dongfang Ye, Li Tian, Yan Yixi, Black Sovereign, and all the others arrived. They couldn't help but sigh and offer their respects, for the sick old man was worthy of veneration from all of them.

On this day, many powerful individuals from across the universe also rushed there, all of them astonished. On the temple's hazy divine seat, a figure was indeed faintly seated in meditation. Ye Fan's method was truly defying the heavens.

The many powerful figures of the Heavenly Court performing such veneration caused the entire grand temple to instantly burst forth with golden light, triggering various celestial phenomena, for they were all formidable, and their spiritual power was naturally immensely strong.

“Will it work?” Monkey asked privately.

“I don't know, perhaps,” Ye Fan replied.

The inheritance of flesh and blood is the continuation of life. Is not the transmission of belief also a form of spiritual immortality? Ye Fan thoroughly studied the Dao of faith, restoring various ancient methods of Amitabha Buddha.

The life imprints of ancestors live within their descendants, while the beliefs of powerful individuals revered by the world in the past live in the hearts of all beings. If awakened, perhaps they can return, recreating a Gai Jiuyou.

This was the fundamental reason why Ye Fan attempted this method.

Xia Jiuyou became the chief priest of this temple. From this day forward, she began spreading the teachings throughout the world, hoping that more people would remember her master's kindness and that the power of belief would surge forth.

Of course, this required more concrete and practical actions. She began to perform hundreds and thousands of good deeds daily, using her great power to travel through major star systems, intervening in the mortal world and cultivation realms to help others.

Subsequently, magnificent temples were erected in all star territories where Heavenly Court cities existed, spreading throughout various regions, as true deification required immense power of faith.

In the central temple personally constructed by Ye Fan, a drop of blood, sealed within a divine crystal and possessing a powerful life fluctuation, was placed on the hand of the hazy 'divine body.'

With Ye Fan's current strength, he could naturally revive Gai Jiuyou's physical body using this true blood. However, that would only be the physical body, without any spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, he did not do so.

“Uncle, my father asks you to pay a visit.” On this day, Ji Chengdao arrived. Although he was powerful, not inferior to others, and stood in the Quasi-Emperor realm, he had begun to show a few strands of white hair.

Ye Fan nodded and, with a single step, took him back to the ancient star where the Ji family currently resided.

This astonished Ji Chengdao. Was this the power of a Heavenly Emperor? He felt he should be able to contend with Supremes, but compared to Ye Fan, he was truly far behind.

Many years later, Ji Haoyue's hair had turned gray, gaining an added air of majesty, truly like a peerless Divine King looking down upon the mortal world.

Now, the Ji family was at its peak of glory, though one slight imperfection was the loss of Ji Ziyue, which caused many to feel sentimental and miss her greatly. However, it was also because of this that the Ji family's prestige shook the universe, for Ji Ziyue had become an immortal. As a descendant of the Void Emperor and of Ji family blood, she left behind endless legends.

“The Void Mirror is glowing, sometimes emitting a brilliant red light as if blood is surging,” Ji Haoyue said, taking out the half-broken mirror. The mirror surface was dim, showing no unusual phenomena at the moment, as if covered by a layer of rust. Mottled ancient marks recorded the cruelty, glory, and achievements of the past. It must be said, this was a legendary treasure mirror, stained with the blood of too many Supremes, with the potential to become an immortal mirror, far more powerful than ordinary Imperial artifacts, lacking only a single opportunity.

Unfortunately, it never reached that moment of transformation.

Back then, Ye Fan had once held this mirror for research and had even entered Fei Xian Star because of it, but sadly, he never discovered any anomalies with the mirror. Later, he returned the mirror to the Ji family, not wishing to be reminded of past sorrows by seeing it.

This was the first time he had held this mirror since becoming the Heavenly Emperor. He immediately felt a ripple, a life aura. The divine mirror, though not dead, was weeping in solitude, yet ordinary people could not hear it.

“I will recast you. Is there anything you want to tell me?” Ye Fan murmured softly.

He unleashed his peerless magic power and activated his great divine abilities, exploring the Void Mirror in this manner for the first time. It was different now; as the Heavenly Emperor, he could accomplish many things he was previously powerless to do.

With a 'boom,' Ye Fan opened a hazy space within the Void Mirror, a sealed void that no one had been able to shake or open before. Even the Void Mirror itself was powerless, for it was half-crippled.

At that moment, the hazy void opened, and a half-broken bloody corpse fell out, causing great anguish in Ye Fan's heart.

And Ji Haoyue, always majestic and composed, couldn't help but cry out in shock, “Little Ancestor!”

“What?! He's the Little Ancestor?!” Ji Chengdao also cried out. All the members of the Ji family rushed over, completely alarmed, causing a great commotion.

“Ji Zi!” Ye Fan trembled as he stretched out his hands to embrace the half-remains. His hands were covered in blood, and the body was tattered, riddled with wounds left by Supremes.

It truly was Ji Zi. Ye Fan's heart trembled. During that battle years ago, he had watched helplessly as the half-broken mirror accompanied the shattered body away, and he had searched for many years afterward, but to no avail. Today, he finally saw him!

“Before the Void Emperor finally dispersed, he regretfully left his child's body, sealing him within the broken mirror, leaving a glimmer of hope,” Ye Fan deduced the truth.

Ji Zi was located in the illusory realm where the deity nurtured by the treasure mirror was meant to reside, perpetually sealed by a mysterious force. This also explained why the broken mirror occasionally emitted rays of light over the years, as it was using its essence to maintain Ji Zi's seal.

On the half-remains, the head was still intact, and under Ye Fan's infusion of supreme blood essence, a faint ripple of fluctuation actually emerged.

“Ji Zi!” Ye Fan cried out, trembling with emotion.

“Is Little Ancestor still alive?”

“His sea of consciousness is dead, but just now there seemed to be a slight fluctuation of spiritual consciousness. I must revive him!” Ye Fan declared, then holding Ji Zi, he tore through the heavens like a thunderbolt, returning directly to the Heavenly Court.

On this day, he secluded himself, allowing no one to disturb him, and used his supreme great magic power to defy fate and seize life for Ji Zi.

“Ji Zi, you must live! We three brothers still have to drink together; how can we be without you!” Monkey rushed over upon hearing the news. Even a person as domineering and resolute as him almost shed tears, recalling the past battles with Ye Fan and Ji Zi against the Heavenly Sovereign Prince, Huang Xudao, and the Eight Divine Generals.

Ye Fan emerged from seclusion, cradling Ji Zi's broken body. He unreservedly refined all the previously gathered Qilin Undying Medicine into Ji Zi's body.

“He's Uncle Ji Zi, so pitiful. Uncle Ye Fan, you must save him,” the little Saint Ape said in a childish voice, uncharacteristically not jumping around or causing mischief in the Heavenly Palace.

Finally, Ye Fan personally constructed another magnificent temple and placed Ji Zi inside to undergo deification. This time, however, it was somewhat different: only partial deification, as he felt Ji Zi had not completely perished.

Throughout that day, thunder rumbled in the Heavenly Court, and auspicious light pierced through the thirty-three layers of heaven. Ye Fan, using his supreme great magic power, manifested and built a Divine Altar of Creation, hoping to awaken Ji Zi in the future and bring him back to life.

“Crack!”

On the same day, on the ancient Amitabha Star, in front of a dilapidated temple long overgrown with weeds, a stone Buddha statue cracked with a “snap.” Instantly, a stone Golden-Winged Great Peng on the Buddha's shoulder began to glow, then turned golden.