Chapter 484: Astonishing the World

The endless mountain range was utterly destroyed, a scene of desolation stretching as far as the eye could see. Gigantic rifts, shattered peaks, and collapsing earth emerged, with fissures dozens of miles long tearing through the ground. All the grand mountains had been virtually leveled, and nothing remained.

The old madman’s methods defied nature. Without employing any peerless sacred techniques, he merely struck with his bare hands, yet he leveled mountains and land. The boundless peaks and wilderness crumbled into dust.

Everyone trembled, their bodies shaking uncontrollably. Such might shocked them all, far exceeding anything they could have imagined.

None of the seven masters from the Yin-Yang Sect survived. Three Grand Elders and two Half-Great Powers were instantly pulverized into a bloody mess, barely able to utter a sound.

The two Great Powers, who could dominate the world, fought fiercely, roaring and shattering one majestic mountain after another. Yet, they were ultimately powerless to turn the tide.

They unleashed their most powerful divine techniques, but that colossal hand brutally crushed them into a bloody pulp, leaving only two human-shaped bloodstains on the flattened ground.

What incredible power! To annihilate peerless Great Powers and crush the era's top experts with a single hand—this was a legend, a miracle that sent shivers down everyone's spine.

Even many years from now, people would struggle to forget the scene of today: an ancient, colossal hand stretching over seventy miles, covering the entire sky, truly comparable to a deity!

The old madman remained still until he struck, and when he did, he instantly shocked the world, pulverizing two supreme rulers with a single blow. It was like something out of a myth, and the Eastern Wasteland was about to be profoundly shaken!

A gentle breeze swept through the shattered landscape of broken walls and desolate cliffs. The sudden, violent deaths of several powerful rulers, leaving nothing behind, sent chills down the spines of the onlookers.

The old madman had long since retracted his colossal hand and stood motionless. His thick black hair concealed his dignified face, with only his vacant eyes faintly discernible.

People held their breath, daring not to make a sound. This was an existence comparable to an ancient sage, and everyone felt a chilling dread, terrified of provoking him.

Only little Nannan remained unafraid, sitting on the old madman's shoulder, blinking her large, black-gem-like eyes as she called out, "Uncle, why aren't you speaking?"

An ancient sage, two or three heads taller than an ordinary person, incredibly colossal and powerful, allowed a delicate little girl to sit on his shoulder. Many onlookers found this unsettling.

Who was this little girl? Treated with such care by a sage, everyone's eyes showed surprise and wonder. From now on, no one would dare to bully her.

When people looked at Ye Fan, their gazes were equally strange. They had been certain he would die, but who would have imagined he could summon a sage who seemingly had no place in the mortal world?

The Sacred Body was truly unfathomable, making everyone apprehensive. With such a divine being standing by his side, who would dare to provoke him now?

Even with his Sacred Body crippled, if he journeyed alongside an existence comparable to an ancient sage, it would be as if he could look down upon the entire Eastern Wasteland.

Ye Fan was also deeply shaken. Although he had long surmised the old madman's capabilities, witnessing them firsthand still made his heart pound.

Li Heishui excitedly rubbed his hands together. Journeying with such a divine being, there was truly nothing left to worry about; they would be invincible.

The big black dog grinned foolishly, almost howling to the sky. It shook its massive head, squatting on the ground, meticulously searching for something, then stared at the old madman, drooling.

"What are you doing?" Ye Fan tapped its head, reminding it.

"This Emperor wants to use a strand of the sage's hair to forge a magical artifact..." The big black dog drooled, accidentally blurting out its thoughts. Startled by its own words, it quickly stopped.

"Can't you be more ambitious?" Ye Fan glared at it.

"A sage's entire body is a treasure; every inch of their flesh and blood can kill a top expert..." The big black dog drooled profusely, reminding Ye Fan, "Did you forget the sage's bone powder on you? Even though it's mere dust, it's still a worldly treasure."

However, it only dared to transmit its thoughts secretly, no longer daring to speak aloud, for fear the old madman would slap it.

*Thump!*

Suddenly, the distant void cracked open. Golden bells chimed as a black portal swung open.

"A spatial gate!"

Everyone was surprised. This was a spatial gate, unique to super-sects, appearing only when traversing the void.

From the black portal, bells and drums chimed in unison, and a group of people emerged in single file. The leader wore a purple robe embroidered with countless shining stars.

His black hair cascaded like a waterfall over his shoulders and back. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and every gesture exuded the authority of someone long accustomed to a high position.

He resembled a supreme king. Above his head, a giant star, like a treasured wheel, hung in the air, enveloped in flowing purple light, guarding him at its core.

He appeared like a divine being, protected by the large purple star, as if he had descended from an immortal realm, gathering the power of all heavenly stars.

Behind him, those who emerged in single file also possessed extraordinary auras. Each one seemed like a celestial constellation descended to the mortal world, radiating immense majesty.

"These are... people from the Ziwei Sect!"

"The one with the large purple star above his head appears to be... the Ziwei Sect Master!"

People were astonished; the supreme sect leader from the central Eastern Wasteland had arrived. This was an exceptionally major event.

The Ziwei Sect was highly mysterious, with an ancient legacy. Its cultivation methods differed somewhat from other Eastern Wasteland sects, yet it was extremely powerful.

They were not a Holy Land and their scale was not as vast, but everyone within the sect was an expert. It was a long-held consensus that practitioners from this sect were no weaker than those from a Holy Land.

This was an ancient and mysterious lineage that could not be underestimated; even the various Holy Lands dared not provoke them lightly.

"This is a truly formidable ruler of this generation!"

Everyone understood why the Ziwei Sect Master had come in person. Their Half-Great Power had been killed here, so he was undoubtedly here to demand an explanation.

Even among Great Powers, there was a vast difference. The two Great Powers from the Yin-Yang Sect had only recently ascended from the rank of Grand Elders, barely entering this realm, and their lifespans were nearly exhausted. They simply could not compare to a supreme sect master of this caliber.

The various Holy Land Masters, the Imperial Rulers of Immortal Dynasties, and these supreme sect masters were the true masters of this world. Compared to those two who had just entered the Great Power realm after exhausting their lifespans, these individuals were immeasurably stronger!

"Who crippled our disciples and killed our Half-Great Power?" From behind the Ziwei Sect Master, several formidable middle-aged men stepped forward, scanning the crowd.

They first fixated on Ye Fan, naturally already aware of his act of crippling Zhao Fa. Their gazes were like sharp swords, piercing souls and striking fear to the bone.

"Killers die! Those who offend our Ziwei Sect shall be executed!" Their voices were ice-cold, as if announcing the fate of Ye Fan and the old madman.

They swept their gaze over Li Heishui and the others, finally looking at the old madman. Their eyes shimmered with divine light, but they made no rash moves.

"This is..." The Ziwei Sect Master's expression suddenly froze. His eyes, as deep as the starry sky, widened in shock. He stared at the old madman, involuntarily stepping back.

"What's wrong, Sect Master?" someone nearby asked, astonished.

"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" The Ziwei Sect Master, who possessed the imposing bearing of a ruler and radiated the majesty of a Heavenly Emperor, had completely changed color at that moment.

"Sect Master..." All those around him were stunned.

"How can such a person still exist in this world... " The Ziwei Sect Master stumbled backward, his face trembling with profound shock, and immediately opened the spatial gate.

"Sect Master, are we just going to let them go like this?"

"One of our sect's Half-Great Powers and several Grand Elders have died here!"

The middle-aged men remained silent, but the two young attendants who had followed spoke without hesitation.

"Silence!"

The Ziwei Sect Master, startled, roared, then was the first to step into the spatial gate. Seeing this, everyone else quickly followed him.

*Whoosh!*

With a flash of light, the spatial gate closed, and the group vanished in the blink of an eye.

The Ziwei Sect had arrived with such a grand display, with their supreme sect master personally present, yet they were startled away in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone profoundly shaken.

"This is the might of a sage," they thought. "Simply by standing here, he can send all powerful enemies in the world fleeing."

Everyone present knew that retreating was the wise choice; otherwise, daring to act before this existence, comparable to an ancient sage, would inevitably lead to annihilation.

"Have you all seen enough? Time to disperse," the big black dog howled, feeling triumphant. With the old madman having made his move today, who would dare to provoke them in the future?

Many in the sky remained silent; what they had witnessed today was truly astonishing. The news was bound to shake the Eastern Wasteland, as the emergence of an existence comparable to an ancient sage would cause an immense upheaval.

Ye Fan and his companions continued their journey. After traveling just over a thousand *li*, a spatial gate appeared in the void ahead, and seven or eight figures emerged—all of them super powerful individuals.

Purple aura coiled around their bodies, making them appear like descending celestial beings. Every one of them had surpassed the Peak of Dragon Transformation; they were several Grand Elders from the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

These individuals coldly swept their gazes over, fixating on Ye Fan, then looking at the old madman and Li Heishui. Their intentions were clearly hostile.

*Whoosh!*

With another flash of light, a middle-aged man wearing a purple-gold crown burst forth. His aura was godlike, immensely majestic. He scanned the Grand Elders and commanded, "Retreat quickly!"

Their disciples had been humiliated, so they had come to demand accountability. Having learned of a major battle here where even Half-Great Powers suffered losses, they had dispatched numerous experts.

At that critical moment, the Purple Mansion Holy Land received a secret report: a peerless figure was present here, one who absolutely must not be provoked. This led to the scene unfolding before them.

Everyone from the Purple Mansion Holy Land retreated, not a single person remaining. No one dared to step forward to demand accountability.

On this day, news spread throughout the central Eastern Wasteland: an ancient sage had appeared, annihilating Great Powers with a single hand, successively terrifying away the Ziwei Sect and the Purple Mansion Holy Land. The central region was shaken to its core!

Everyone was immensely shocked. How many years had passed since such a figure last appeared? Even the various Holy Lands could only retreat, not daring to contend.

What was most unexpected was that Ye Fan was traveling with that sage, leaving many who sought to harm him utterly helpless.

The peerless God King was presumed fallen, yet now such an eccentric figure had appeared. This was truly someone not to be provoked; even Holy Lands and supreme sects dared not make a move.

"Damn it, this is truly unreasonable," people muttered. "The world has changed, and a sage has appeared; it's utterly unbelievable."

"The Sacred Body even crippled himself, so how did he manage to bring out such a person?" they wondered. "Could he have dug him out from some ancient temple deep in the mountains?"

Ye Fan's enemies were all indignant. They had initially believed him to be half-crippled, ready to seize his life, but they never expected an even more formidable person to emerge as a deterrent.

Ye Fan and his companions traveled north, with people occasionally following and observing from behind. Everyone wanted to know the old madman's identity, but no one could discern it.

Unbeknownst to them, they once again approached the ancient city of Zitiandu, arriving at the territory of the Feng clan, which was also the domain of the Ziwei Sect.

"Let's stop here for a while and visit the Ziwei Sect as guests," Ye Fan said with a smile. "Let's see if we can resolve the grievances."

"Little Ye Zi, you're too wicked..." Li Heishui was somewhat speechless.

Now that the old madman was with them, his presence was a supreme deterrent. Yet Ye Fan wanted to go to the Ziwei Sect, which would undoubtedly cause immense upheaval.

"Good idea!" the big black dog, ever eager for chaos, barked. "Why should we always wait for them to provoke us? I think it's necessary to pay a visit to the Ziwei Sect, have a good, warm chat with them, and then perhaps make a trip to the supreme Yin-Yang Sect in the Central State!"

"I'm serious," Ye Fan said. "I genuinely want to reconcile with the Ziwei Sect. Come on, let's go visit them."

"You're too insidious," Li Heishui said. "This will scare people to death and make other Holy Lands uneasy..."