Chapter 479: Yin-Yang Saint Son

## Chapter 483: The Yin-Yang Holy Son

Lunar City was abuzz with activity, as people discussed the Holy Body's condition. Ye Fan and everything about him had become the most talked-about topic.

"He did cripple himself after all. Now he only has the cultivation of a Dao Palace peak, when he could have looked down on the younger generation. What a pity..."

"All the Holy Sons can breathe a sigh of relief. Now they don't need to appear in person; sending their junior disciples will be enough to suppress the Holy Body."

"In the end, he couldn't defy fate. Even the peerless Divine King couldn't reconnect his severed path. It seems the Holy Body's curse can never be truly broken."

Who wouldn't believe the words of Divine Physician Wang? In the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, no one could surpass him in medical skill, making his statement the most powerful evidence.

Almost everyone believed it, as there was nothing to doubt. How could a renowned Divine Physician, a mighty figure himself, possibly lie?

"Zhao Fa was truly unlucky. He wanted to seize Ye Fan's weapon, but he forgot that Ye Fan is the Holy Body. Even if his cultivation was self-crippled, his physical body remained unchanged."

"That guy is a hypocrite; he deserved it. Who told him to be so ignorant and try to rob someone else's magical treasure!"

Many people were discussing this matter. Few sympathized with Zhao Fa, and they were skeptical of the Violet Mansion Holy Son retreating without a fight, believing him to be overly cautious.

"A major event is about to happen! The Yin-Yang Holy Son is entering Lunar City. Rumor has it he's already speeding here!"

The next day, this news spread, causing a sensation. Many cultivators eagerly awaited, as the Supreme Great Sect from Central Plains was finally coming.

A Holy Son-level figure, carrying the Yin-Yang Sword, intended to sever the Holy Body's head. This was definitely a major storm, sure to cause immense ripples.

"Finally, a Holy Son-level figure is making a move. Now Ye Fan is in danger. He no longer possesses the prestige he had half a month ago; any Holy Son could suppress him."

"The Yin-Yang Sword is a secret treasure, capable of splitting the sky and tearing the earth. It can sever mountains and cut seas with infinite power. Even if the Holy Body were unharmed, it might not be able to withstand it."

All cultivators in Lunar City were discussing and awaiting this major upheaval. However, news arrived that Ye Fan and his companions had left the ancient city.

"The Holy Body is gone. Has he finally become afraid? His cultivation is far from what it was, so he truly has no choice but to evade."

"What a pity, the world is vast, yet there's no place for him to hide. Unless the peerless Divine King reappears, no one can save him."

Everyone knew the formidable power of the Yin-Yang Sect. It rivaled the Immortal Dynasties of Central Plains and was certainly no less than the Holy Lands of the Eastern Wasteland. Their Saintess was slain in the Eastern Wasteland, so they would never let the matter rest.

Ye Fan and his group had indeed left Lunar City, leisurely heading north, preparing to go to the Sacred Cliff, which was near the Northern Region.

"Hey Little Ye Zi, don't you want to wipe out the Yin-Yang Sect's people? Why aren't you waiting for them to arrive?" Li Heishui asked.

"If others don't offend me, I don't offend them. We've always been very low-key and won't be as arrogant as them," Ye Fan replied with a smile.

"Digging a pit for people to fall into, and still putting on such an act—you really are black-hearted," Li Heishui scoffed.

"You can't put it that way. I genuinely want to live peacefully and not stir up big trouble. The key is whether they want to kill me," Ye Fan smiled.

"The ancient killer dynasty—the Human World—why aren't they here yet!?" the big black dog grumbled. It wished for all major powers to show up, then be instantly swatted to death by the old madman.

Ye Fan glanced at the old madman behind him, his heart skipped a beat as he considered a possibility. Would this 'deity,' who had remained silently unresponsive, make a move at a crucial moment?

Thinking of this, his heart pounded. He had always factored in the old madman's combat power, but if this 'divine person' remained unmoved at the moment of life or death, it would be too late even to cry.

"Senior, we're traveling to the Sacred Cliff to search for the 'Word' secret of the Nine Secrets. We might encounter a lot of trouble, so please save us at crucial moments!"

The old madman stood tall and imposing, his black hair falling over his shoulders, obscuring his tanned face. Only a pair of empty eyes were faintly visible. He was very silent and still, showing no reaction.

"Divine person, you must make a move when the time comes," the black dog also shivered, realizing the critical issue and feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Uncle, will you protect us, please?" Little Nuan Nuan tugged at the old madman's pant leg, looked up with her rosy little face, and gazed at him hopefully, helping Ye Fan's plea.

The old madman said nothing. He merely glanced at her, remaining like a log, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

"He actually ran away. How disappointing! The Holy Body is nothing more than a coward with no guts!" In Lunar City, the Yin-Yang Holy Son sneered.

The onlookers were all astonished, feeling the aura of a Grand Dao. Black and white Dao powers swirled around him, like the surging chaos at the creation of the world.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son was tall and slender, with a face like jade. He wore a purple-gold crown, his black hair fell over his shoulders, and he carried a black-and-white holy sword on his back. He was as unfathomable as a deep abyss.

"They continued north. It's still not too late to pursue them," someone, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, secretly sent a voice message as a reminder.

"He can't escape my grasp. I came to the Eastern Wasteland this time precisely to sever his head. The Yin-Yang Holy Sword won't return until it has tasted blood!" the Yin-Yang Holy Son declared coldly, hands clasped behind his back, looking towards the distant north.

Then, he ascended into the sky, his entire being transforming into a vibrant Yin-Yang diagram, imprinted in the void. Like light and electricity, he vanished into the northern horizon in the blink of an eye.

"This Yin-Yang Holy Son is terrifying! His body is in harmony with the Dao; such extreme speed is rare in the world!"

"As expected of a Holy Son from a Supreme Great Sect of Central Plains. It seems he is only above our Eastern Wasteland Holy Sons, not beneath them!"

Many people felt a chill in their hearts, realizing the terrifying foundation of Central Plains. If even their disciples were like this, one could only imagine the sect leaders.

"Chase them! Let's go and see."

"Exactly! How can we miss such a significant event!"

Many cultivators from Lunar City all pursued them, wanting to witness the impending battle. Many felt that the Holy Body's fate was sealed.

Finally, they caught up with Ye Fan and his group five thousand li away. This location was not far from a city but was still in the wilderness.

"Ye Fan, surrender your life!" the Yin-Yang Holy Son roared. The Yin-Yang diagram he transformed into cut off the path ahead, and the void collapsed!

*Swish!*

With a flash of light, he materialized, blocking the way ahead. Hands clasped behind his back, he stood proudly in the void, gazing down at Ye Fan and his companions, radiating killing intent.

"This Yin-Yang Holy Son is very powerful. His body and the Dao are one. To chase them down like this, ordinary Holy Sons couldn't do it!" Li Heishui was startled.

"Are you here to take my life?" Ye Fan stood on the desolate plain, looking up at the sky, his voice calm.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son sneered contemptuously, saying, "I originally intended to sever your head with my Holy Sword, but you've already become a cripple..."

"If you're not here to kill me, then please leave," Ye Fan interrupted him.

"If I were to use my sect's Holy Sword to slay you again, I'd truly be afraid your blood would stain it. This sword does not slay nameless nobodies below the Four Extremities Realm." The Yin-Yang Holy Son sneered repeatedly, looking down at Ye Fan, and stated coldly, "I'll just kill you directly!"

"Woof..." The big black dog couldn't stand such words and howled, "You human pet, what are you being arrogant about? This Emperor will extinguish you in a bit!"

People from Lunar City were arriving one after another at this time. Hearing such words from a dog, they were immediately somewhat bewildered.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son was a top master among the younger generation, with a prominent status. In Central Plains, he was surrounded by people like stars orbiting the moon, on par with the heirs of Immortal Dynasties.

However, at this moment, a big dog was shouting that it would take him as a human pet, which was truly unbearable for people to hear.

"How is this dog still alive? Damn it, I heard about him in the Northern Region. He's even more famous than the Holy Body!"

"That's right. The legend of the evil dog in the Northern Region refers to him!"

"You dog that doesn't know death, I'll skin you alive in a moment!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son's expression was icy and stern, his eyes as piercing as knives.

"Little Ye Zi has already sent your Saintess on her way. As a Holy Son, do you wish to reunite with her?" Li Heishui's mouth was always sharp.

"Ignorant fools, still shouting when death is imminent, you don't know what's coming!" Silently, two old men appeared beside the Yin-Yang Holy Son. They were full of disdain as they swept their gaze over Ye Fan and his companions.

"Who are you calling old geezers?" The big black dog bared its teeth.

"This is bad. These are two Grand Elder-level figures, and their strength has reached the eighth heaven of the Dragon Transformation realm!" Li Heishui whispered, taking a sharp breath.

"Ignorant juniors, you've realized this too late. Today, none of you will live. Your blood will wash away the dust from our journey!"

The two old men's eyes were stern and sharp, their white hair wildly swaying. Like two old lions, they stared at their weak prey, revealing cold, stark white teeth as they sneered.

Ye Fan was absolutely no match for powerhouses at the eighth heaven of Dragon Transformation. The difference in cultivation realms was simply too vast.

"Aren't your half-step mighty figures, or even true mighty figures, also here? Why aren't they showing themselves?" Ye Fan asked.

"Ignorant little beast, is dealing with you worth the esteemed Grand Elders making a move?" one old man sneered contemptuously.

Indeed, several Grand Elders of the Yin-Yang Sect nearing the end of their lifespan had come to the central region of the Eastern Wasteland. However, they did not appear on the scene, deeming it beneath their status to kill these few individuals.

"Uncle..." Little Nuan Nuan timidly, with a pouting little mouth, looked up and gently tugged at the old madman's pant leg.

"It all started because of this little girl. Otherwise, the Saintess wouldn't have died. She cannot be let go; we'll capture her and make her a Yin slave!" The other old man's eyes turned icy.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son stepped forward, a hint of mockery on his lips, and said, "I'll slay the Holy Body first, then deal with them later."

"You want to kill me? I wonder if you have the ability," Ye Fan said calmly.

"Since you're already half-crippled, I'll just kill you with one hand!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son extended his left hand, which was as black as ink, and declared, "I'll crush you into a meat paste!"

Ye Fan ascended step by step into the sky, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. Golden blood energy surged upwards, defying the heavens, like ten thousand true dragons bursting forth!

His black hair danced wildly, his eyes shone brilliantly like stars, and his entire body pulsed with surging vital energy. He appeared like an immortal Holy Spirit, walking step by step from the ancient earth, inspiring chills in those who beheld him.

"Die, crippled body!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son roared, and his left hand, as black as ink, pressed down like a dark cloud.

*Boom!*

The entire sky darkened, and the terrifying aura caused many to nearly collapse to the ground. It was as if a world-destroying demon king had emerged, and the heavens and earth were crumbling!

*Boom!*

At the same time, Ye Fan also made his move. His left hand, like black jade, transformed into the extreme Yin point within the Taiji Divine Diagram!