Chapter 381: The Dragon Transformation Pool

Everyone else in the Holy City was also dumbfounded. What did it mean that the Desolate Ancient Holy Land had obtained the legacy of the Origin Heaven Master? The implications were limitless.

"What audacity, unimaginable boldness!"

"This young man has great spirit, daring to come to the Holy City for an astonishing gamble, engaging in a different kind of origin technique battle with the Holy Lands."

"To strengthen himself using the enemy's stone workshops, becoming famous throughout the Holy City – the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is truly astonishing."

Elders and numerous young prodigies were all stunned. This outcome left them feeling parched; the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body's courage was simply too immense.

To protect the old Divine King, the Jiang family sealed the Dragon Transformation Pool with the Everlasting Divine Furnace. Simultaneously, they continuously expanded their control, sealing off the entire Holy City.

This was to deter those lurking in the shadows. Anyone daring to attack would first have to weigh the consequences; with the Holy City sealed, no one could escape, and the Jiang family could unleash a massacre with their ultimate divine furnace.

This was true dominance.

The unique dominance of an ancient aristocratic family: daring to attack their Divine King meant they would not hesitate to annihilate all powerful individuals within the Holy City.

Precisely for this reason, Ye Fan could not cross the void; the entire Holy City was sealed today, and no one could enter or exit.

"It's over, we can't leave. The Holy City is sealed," Li Heishui murmured, cold sweat trickling down his face.

Ye Fan quickly transformed his appearance using the Heaven-Changing Earth-Shifting Great Art, then used the same method to help Li Heishui change his true form.

After mastering origin techniques, he was no longer what he used to be. While he still couldn't alter the grand patterns of mountains and rivers, changing a few people's appearances was effortless.

"As long as we don't run into Ouyang Ye, no one will recognize us. But we can't stay together; we must separate."

"But that old man is clearly no ordinary person. He's infinitely close to the Origin Earth Master realm, which is terrifying. He's practically opened his Heavenly Eye, so we probably can't hide from him for long," Li Heishui said, frowning.

Ye Fan gently rubbed his temples. He knew he was in immense trouble, and if he couldn't find a solution, he would surely die this time.

"Brother Hei, you have the Old Immortal's divine command token. Even if they discover you, they won't dare to do anything to you."

Li Heishui replied, "I'll be fine, but you're the problem. Once you're exposed, even Daoist Red Dragon probably won't be able to protect you."

"I'll find a way to avoid Ouyang Ye," Ye Fan said, his brow furrowed.

"That's not a solution. Didn't you hear? They are determined to get the Origin Heaven Book. With the Holy City sealed, how long can you hide?" Li Heishui paced back and forth. "How about we ask for help from the people of the Heavenly Demon Palace? I think Yaoyue Kong is a good person."

Ye Fan shook his head. "At a time like this, we can only rely on ourselves."

"What a shame, the Qilin Seed is in the Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion…" Li Heishui sighed.

Ye Fan's mind was calm. He stroked his chin and said, "I have a plan."

"What plan?"

Ye Fan whispered a few words to him. After hearing them, Li Heishui vehemently objected, saying, "That's too risky! If it fails, it'll be like a sheep entering a tiger's den."

"This is the only way now. Perhaps I can carve out a future where I won't be hunted anymore," Ye Fan said, nodding firmly.

"Little Ye Zi, you can't take such a risk!"

Ye Fan made up his mind. "Don't worry, fate won't claim me. Brother Hei, hurry and go. Let's separate to avoid being discovered."

The news that Gu Feng was Ye Fan, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, shook the Holy City. The entire city was in an uproar, and many cultivators could barely believe it.

"Little Brother Gu Feng, he…" Yaoyue Kong was dumbfounded.

"I never expected it either…" The Great Xia Prince was speechless for a long time; many thoughts suddenly flooded his mind.

The little golden sprite on the white-robed nun's shoulder rolled its big, dark eyes, tugged at the nun's beautiful hair, and gestured wildly.

"Xiao Guai, are you saying you knew all along that he could change his appearance?" the white-robed nun asked, her small face flushed like a big apple, pressing the divine silkworm.

"What's going on?" the Great Xia Prince asked.

"Xiao Guai said she personally saw Gu Feng in seclusion, using many sources to improve his realm," the white-robed nun explained.

"That sly little fellow knew all this already? Why didn't he tell us?" the Great Xia Prince exclaimed in surprise.

The divine silkworm gave him a huge eye-roll, gazed at the sky, and stood on the white-robed loli's shoulder, ignoring everything around it.

Nearby, Ji Ziyue quietly mumbled, "It's him, alright. He likes to stroke his chin just the same."

"Ziyue, what are you saying?" Ji Haoyue asked.

"Nothing," Ji Ziyue replied, grabbing the little golden creature.

The white-robed nun pouted, and the little golden creature silently protested. However, upon seeing a particle of divine source material waver before its eyes, it shamelessly clung to Ji Ziyue.

At the Miaoyu Convent, An Miaoyi was equally surprised. After pondering for a long time, she finally chuckled.

As for the various Holy Sons, many immediately sprang into action, searching within the Holy City. This time, they were truly disgraced; they had once drunk and conversed with the very person they were now hunting, and the thought left them speechless.

The people from Yaoguang Stone Workshop were furious, finally understanding why Ye Fan chose their place for stone gambling. He was using them as a stepping stone.

"Gu Feng in the Holy City is Ye Fan, so who was the one outside leading that big black dog around, plundering sources?"

"We were deceived by them! Except for that black dog constantly clamoring for human pets, everything else was a lie!"

"That damned black dog…" At the mention of the Black Emperor, many gritted their teeth. For many disciples of the Holy Lands, he was a black nightmare.

At this moment, the ancient aristocratic families specializing in origin techniques were the most aggressive. Nangong Qi and others searched everywhere, determined to unearth Ye Fan. The allure of the Origin Heaven Book was immense; to them, it was a supreme ancient scripture.

It must be said that Ouyang Ye was extremely formidable. Although he didn't have much life left, after mastering origin techniques, he was no less capable than a peerless master.

He moved like a phantom through the Holy City, appearing here and there, flickering unpredictably. He utilized the dragon qi beneath the earth for his own purposes, and after his cultivation neared the Origin Earth Master realm, as long as land existed, he possessed endless divine techniques.

From his eyes, two beams of divine light pierced through heaven and earth. Nothing could hide from their gaze, as his Heavenly Eye was almost fully cultivated.

"He is the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body; even if Daoist Red Dragon returns, he won't be able to protect him."

"This time, we can openly kill him. All the Holy Lands will be pleased."

"The Origin Heaven Book, a supreme immortal scripture lost for many years, has finally resurfaced. We must obtain it!"

The disciples of the ancient aristocratic families specializing in origin techniques grew emboldened. With Ye Fan's identity exposed, they had nothing to fear, even if they killed him.

The entire Holy City was in motion. All the Holy Sons and countless cultivators searched for Ye Fan, but he remained nowhere to be found.

"He can't escape. I'll use him to refine medicine!" A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy streaked across the sky, and many people instinctively retreated.

Dressed in pristine white, his clothes were spotless. His hair was glossy black, his skin like snow, his eyes like black gems, and his lips red with white teeth. He was incredibly handsome, with a beauty that would make women envious. This was Xia Jiuyou.

In less than half a day, everyone in the Holy City received the news, and most people set out to search. The benefits of catching Ye Fan at this opportune moment would be immense.

He possessed the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Saint Spirit Sword, the Origin Heaven Book, and numerous divine sources. He was practically a massive divine treasure.

Ye Fan realized he was truly becoming like the Tang Monk's flesh; almost everyone wanted a piece of him. For him, the greatest threat was Ouyang Ye.

Those eyes could pierce through the void and see through all obstructions. As long as he was near Ouyang Ye, there was nowhere to hide.

Ye Fan had already separated from Li Heishui. After changing his appearance and clothes, he walked among the crowds, steering clear of areas where Ouyang Ye was known to appear.

Finally, he arrived at the western part of the Holy City, where a magnificent complex of buildings stood. The Dragon Transformation Pool was located within, now heavily guarded by the Jiang family. As soon as he approached, he felt a terrifying pressure.

The Everlasting Divine Furnace, forged from Phoenix Blood Crimson Gold, was renowned throughout history. It was currently inside the Dragon Transformation Pool, sealing off the entire Holy City.

"Who are you?" a middle-aged man demanded.

There were no ordinary individuals here; all were masters from the Jiang family. Among the younger generation, only Jiang Yifei, Jiang Caixuan, and a few others were qualified; the rest were all elders.

"The Jiang family is seeking methods of prolonging life from across the world. I have specifically come to save Divine King Jiang Taixu," Ye Fan calmly stated.

"What method do you possess?" The middle-aged man was startled, but his eyes quickly gleamed with two intense beams of light, fixing on Ye Fan.

He had to be cautious; it was an extraordinary time. Someone had already attempted to assassinate the old Divine King, and a Grand Elder had died as a result. If not for the Everlasting Furnace, that terrifying master would have succeeded.

"Invite the distinguished guest inside," an old man transmitted telepathically.

Ye Fan strode into the palace complex, where he saw even more masters, all poised and ready, guarding all directions. Every single person wore a solemn expression.

He passed through nine grand halls, finally arriving at a garden. Here, beautiful trees flourished, stone arch bridges spanned flowing water, vines twined abundantly, and strangely shaped rocks were arrayed, creating a picturesque scene.

"Young friend, what good remedy do you have?" an old man asked, standing before him. He wore a moon-white long robe, with kind eyes and brows, his age impossible to discern.

"I have three good remedies that can revive the old Divine King," Ye Fan declared confidently.

"Are your words true?" The old man's eyes shot out two beams of lightning as he scrutinized Ye Fan, attempting to see through his entire being.

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. This was a Saint Lord-level figure, a great expert as he could deduce. He was either the Jiang family's Saint Lord or a supreme figure from Divine King Jiang Taixu's lineage.

The Jiang family was divided into two branches. Although the Divine King's lineage had few descendants, each possessed astonishing magical power, enough to command the situation.

"My first remedy is half a pot of divine spring water." As Ye Fan spoke, he took out a jade gourd, shook it, producing a sloshing sound, and casually handed it over.

The old man waved his hand and took the gourd. He opened the stopper and was instantly surprised, nodding. "Good. I am Jiang Yun, a descendant of the Divine King. Young friend, follow me."

This was genuine divine spring water, taken from the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land and stored in a jade vase. By now, less than half a bowl remained, almost completely depleted.

"Senior Jiang, aren't you afraid I'm here to kill the old Divine King?" Ye Fan asked.

"No."

Ye Fan and Jiang Yun entered the underground palace, heading deeper into the earth, where the Dragon Transformation Pool was located.

The underground palace was shrouded in mist, and a sacred aura permeated the air. Dragon qi surged beneath the earth, and divine power circulated. Naturally, there was also a soul-stirring pressure.

Undoubtedly, it was the Sun Divine Furnace. Although no one was activating it, it still awed people's souls.

As Ye Fan entered the depths of the underground palace, chaos erupted in the Holy City. Everyone was searching for his whereabouts, many eager to kill him and claim the life of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

However, no one knew he had come to the Dragon Transformation Pool, entering the most heavily guarded stronghold in the Holy City. With the divine furnace forged from Phoenix Blood Crimson Gold suppressing the area, only peerless masters would dare attempt to trespass.

Inside the underground palace, a group of old men were meditating, occupying various important positions. They were either Grand Elders of the Jiang family or terrifyingly high-ranking ancestors.

Glimmers of light dotted the area, and the underground wasn't dim. In the deepest part of the palace was a ten-foot-square dragon pool, its water milky white and exceptionally clear.

Inside the pool lay a body resembling a skeleton. Its flesh was completely dried up, without any luster, shriveled and clinging to the bones.

He lay motionless in the Dragon Transformation Pool, as if long devoid of life. There was no sign of vitality, making him indistinguishable from a piece of withered wood.

This was Divine King Jiang Taixu? Ye Fan could barely believe his eyes. There were too many legends about him, making it difficult to connect them with what he saw before him.

In former years, Jiang Taixu was as handsome as jade, his battle prowess shaking the world. Wherever he went, he attracted attention, a peerless figure of his era.

Thinking back to over four thousand years ago, he was brimming with heroic spirit, looking down upon the world. Now, he resembled withered wood, emaciated and decaying. How utterly tragic was this?

The decline of a beauty and the end of a hero's path are among the most helpless sorrows in the world.

A heaven-sent genius, with astonishing talent, originally a paragon of his generation, yet he met such an end. It was enough to evoke sighs and bring tears to one's eyes.