Chapter 316: Intertwining Weapons of Tao and Principle

All of this happened in a flash; Ye Fan fought valiantly, risking his life to kill two powerful enemies. He wanted to temper himself against the ten masters, but only if his life was not threatened. The situation just now was extremely perilous, forcing him to use every means at his disposal.

With a hum, the Vajra Girdle flew over. Its gleaming, ring-shaped body, adorned with natural Dao patterns, seemed to wield the divine power of the heavens, causing the red earth to tremble.

Ye Fan's heart stirred. He wanted to test the girdle's hardness and summoned the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron from above his head. This was a sacred object; though it hadn't yet interwoven 'Dao' and 'Principles,' it was indestructible and couldn't be shattered.

With a clang, the two collided. The reddish-brown earth rumbled, and sand and rocks surged like a massive flood, sweeping in all directions. Between them, the ground seemed to transform into an ocean, with layers of sand and soil surging like massive waves. The void was like a painting scroll, as if held in someone's hand and violently shaken, causing this world to tremble intensely.

The Vajra Girdle was indeed terrifying, possessing immense power; even the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron couldn't shatter it. Ye Fan was alarmed, wondering, "Could this really be that divine artifact from the other side of the starry sky?"

With a whoosh, he transformed into a phantom, disappearing from his spot and retreating hundreds of feet. The Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron flew back and hovered above his head.

With a boom, the Vajra Girdle also rushed forward. It truly possessed the might to cleave mountains and split the sky, causing the earth beneath him to collapse and sending him flying.

After this strike, the Yao Light expert finally stopped. Holding the gleaming treasure, he stared coldly at Ye Fan and said, "We underestimated you. An Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at the Fourth Heaven actually possesses such combat strength, killing even our Yao Light experts..."

"'Ten Lives for Ye,' is it? You ten have all appeared, coming for me. If you seek to kill me, be prepared to die," Ye Fan replied.

"One 'Ten Lives for Ye,' quite the display of might!" Yang Yi sneered. "You think you can kill all ten of us alone? Do you think this is before the Desolate Ancient Era?" His expression was grim as he held the Vajra Girdle.

"Whether before the Desolate Ancient Era or now, it's all the same to me," Ye Fan said calmly. "I've already killed five of you. Are the remaining five far behind?"

"What? You've killed a total of five people?" Yang Yi was somewhat surprised. "So, before we arrived here, it wasn't just Gu Litian who died?"

"That's right. Three were already killed then. You will be the sixth."

"This truly exceeds my expectations," Yang Yi said, his expression growing even colder. "Although the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body has declined, it still has extraordinary aspects."

Ye Fan said, "There's something I don't understand, and I'd like to ask you about it."

"What is it?" Yang Yi asked indifferently.

"Where did you get your Vajra Girdle from? What is its origin?" Ye Fan stared at him.

"Why do you ask such things?" Yang Yi replied. He stood there, the Vajra Girdle in his hand shimmering with a dreamlike radiance.

"I merely have some doubts," Ye Fan said. "This type of weapon is rare in this world. This is the first time I've encountered one today, and even my Cauldron couldn't crush it."

Yang Yi scoffed, "Hmph. Don't think that having a sacred object means you can overcome all weapons under heaven. Before it interweaves its own Heaven and Earth patterns, even the Myriad Things Mother Qi is nothing special."

The bloody sunset completely disappeared as night fell, and stars dotted the sky. The night wind swept across the scarred earth, making a mournful sound.

"So, your Vajra Girdle truly has an impressive origin?" Ye Fan asked.

"Naturally. This is a secret treasure of my Grandmaster," Yang Yi said, his voice cold. "He specially bestowed it upon me for my descent to capture and kill you."

"This Vajra Girdle is a treasure from a Grandmaster-level figure?" Ye Fan's heart stirred. The Yao Light Holy Land was indeed not peaceful. With the Holy Son missing, all factions hoped their disciples would advance further, even at the cost of bestowing heavy treasures.

"This is one of the Yao Light's vital artifacts," Yang Yi explained. "It is a weapon forged from the Dragon-Pattern Cauldron, an ultimate weapon, and cast from Great Luo Silver Essence."

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. Great Luo Silver Essence? That was absolutely a top-grade material for artifact refining, a favorite of various Holy Lords, and indestructible. In the past, the Raven Daoist he met in the Fire Domain used Lard-White Jade Divine Iron for his artifact refining, which was on the same level and just as precious as Great Luo Silver Essence.

This Vajra Girdle was not much larger than a bracelet, so its material consumption was limited. Yet, it was still incredibly extravagant, as such top-grade materials were rare in the world.

"So, your Grandmaster is a very important figure then."

What Ye Fan was most interested in was that this item was forged within the Dragon-Pattern Cauldron, an ultimate weapon, and was not that Vajra Girdle from the other side of the starry sky. On second thought, it should be so. How could such encounters happen one after another? It was impossible to constantly hear news of pre-Qin Qi Refiners.

Moreover, the ancient Vajra Girdle from the other side of the starry sky possessed unparalleled power, capable of shaking the heavens and shattering the earth. Such a peerless weapon could not possibly fall into the hands of a disciple of the Four Extremities Realm.

However, Ye Fan was still tempted. This was a weapon forged within the ultimate weapon, the Dragon-Pattern Cauldron, and it must also be a vital treasure in the Yao Light Holy Land.

"I heard that the Yao Light's ultimate weapon, the Dragon-Pattern Cauldron, rarely appears," Ye Fan said. "It's suppressing some kind of 'foundation.' What exactly is that?"

Yang Yi let out a heavy snort and said, "You know quite a lot."

If Ye Fan was most curious about any ultimate weapon, it was undoubtedly the Dragon-Pattern Cauldron. Not only because Yao Light's choice was the same as his—to forge a cauldron into a weapon—but also because Yao Light had never produced a Great Emperor, yet had successfully forged an ultimate weapon, which was absolutely an anomaly. From ancient times until now, this was the only instance in the world: an ultimate weapon was forged without a Great Emperor appearing. No one else could replicate this miracle.

However, it couldn't be said that it was simply Yao Light's luck; everything was due to their strength. Before the Desolate Ancient Era, although their lineage had not produced a Great Emperor, they had successively produced twenty-eight Saints. During that period, each generation saw the emergence of astonishing figures. The twenty-eight Saints followed one after another; as one generation of old Saints passed away, a new generation took their place. They collectively spent fifty thousand long years forging a sacred object: Dragon-Pattern Black Gold. This was the result of the combined efforts of the twenty-eight Saints, countless Holy Lords, and Supreme Elders. Before each old Saint passed away, they would engrave their life's insights into Dao patterns and imprint them into the Dragon-Pattern Cauldron.

For over fifty thousand long years, before it became an ultimate sacred weapon, the Dragon-Pattern Black Gold was placed on Yao Light Sacred Mountain and never moved. It endured wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and the power of the stars, and engraved the Dao rhythm of Heaven and Earth. During that period, countless disciples also prayed and bowed before it there. Ultimately, on a stormy night with lightning and thunder, it wove together the ultimate principles of Heaven and Earth and transformed into an ultimate weapon, becoming a supreme treasure of the Eastern Wasteland.

This also showed, from another perspective, how terrifying ultimate sacred weapons were: they could not be forged without a Great Emperor. Yao Light was merely the sole anomaly. Twenty-eight ancient Saints exhausted their hearts and minds, and countless Holy Lords, Elders, and disciples exhausted their youth. It took the entire Holy Land's power, for fifty thousand years, to forge the Dragon-Pattern Cauldron.

Suddenly, Ye Fan felt an immense sense of danger, and a very bad premonition surfaced in his heart. He transformed into a streak of lightning, retreating rapidly to evade.

"Too late!" Yang Yi sneered. "You truly shouldn't have given me so much time to prepare. You want to hear Yao Light's secrets? No problem, I can continue telling you, provided you live to tell the tale!" Yang Yi sneered repeatedly. He had been happy to stall for time just now, infusing the Vajra Girdle with divine power.

Boom! He raised his hand and flung out the gleaming, ring-shaped girdle, which transformed into a silver lightning bolt, as if it could shatter heaven and earth. The silver light was dazzling and rumbled loudly. The black firmament trembled violently, as if the countless stars in the sky were about to be shaken down. The red earth, moreover, was directly pulverized, the cracks spreading endlessly, with rocks flying through the air.

The Vajra Girdle chased Ye Fan, expanding to the size of a millstone. It wasn't immensely huge, but it was incredibly terrifying, possessing unparalleled power.

Crashing! The silver light was like dazzling snow. The Vajra Girdle descended, striking the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron with a thunderous, deafening sound. The earth collapsed, and many massive rocks and endless sand and soil surged like an ocean, sent flying over a thousand meters high into the sky—a scene of impending apocalypse.

Under this world-shaking blow, Ye Fan was directly sent flying three or four miles. The Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron above his head buzzed and rumbled, and his blood and Qi surged violently.

"This weapon is too terrifying," Ye Fan thought, his heart turning cold. "It must have interwoven 'Dao' and 'Principles.'" When he remembered that this girdle was cast from Great Luo Silver Essence and born from an ultimate weapon, he became even more unsettled.

Boom! With a world-shattering boom, the second strike landed. Within a radius of a thousand zhang, furious waves surged as all earth and stones were sent flying, then turned to dust in the sky. On the ground, a deep, dark, terrifying pit with a radius of a thousand zhang appeared, resembling a black hole. The power of a single strike was so terrifying that Ye Fan gasped, truly horrified.

Ye Fan's Cauldron was instantly sent flying towards the sky, separating from him. It was sent flying by unparalleled sacred power; he couldn't control it at all.

At this moment, he realized the seriousness of the situation; the terror of the Vajra Girdle exceeded his expectations. The "All" Secret of the Nine Secrets activated, increasing his speed tenfold. He dodged the third strike and rushed towards the sky. Finally, he managed to regain control of his Cauldron before the Vajra Girdle caught up.

"This won't do..." He swung the God-Striking Whip, striking at the snowy-white silver light in the sky.

Clang! A heaven-shaking clang! It shook him so hard his eardrums felt like they would burst, and his arms tingled with numbness. The Vajra Girdle's power was too immense, and its material was special; even the God-Striking Whip couldn't shatter it.

"It truly makes one wonder if this isn't the Vajra Girdle from the other side of the starry sky..." Ye Fan muttered as he was once again sent flying several miles away. Such terrifying divine might could easily kill a cultivator at the First Heaven of the Four Extremities Realm. If not for Ye Fan's special physique, that strike just now wouldn't have merely numbed his arm; it would have utterly pulverized it.

He hastily checked the God-Striking Whip, fearing damage. Fortunately, it remained ancient and unadorned, with no abnormalities.

"Damn it, did your Grandmaster consider me a target to warrant such a terrifying weapon?" Ye Fan was filled with resentment.

Yang Yi ignored him and once again activated the Vajra Girdle, sending out a dazzling silver light that struck down.

Boom! The earth shattered once more, rocks flying through the air. Within a radius of a thousand zhang, the area transformed into a desolate wasteland with a bottomless pit!