Chapter 563: Wan Shang Bow Shoots the Fiend

The Human King Seal, once unleashed, shattered various magic artifacts like ancient pagodas, large bells, and precious tripods without any suspense. Even after being thrown a great distance, those individuals could not escape the fate of their bodies disintegrating.

This ancient inheritance possessed unimaginable power, astonishing Ye Fan himself. His heart trembled with shock and overwhelming joy.

Of the Mountain Embrace Seal, Human King Seal, and Heaven Overturning Seal, only one had been used so far. One could only imagine the immense power when all three seals interacted and were unleashed together!

"Swish," "swish"... Finally, some managed to break out of the grand formation and escape. Instead of using the "Movement Secret Art" to pursue them, Ye Fan retrieved the Myriad Misery Bow into his hand.

The bow was entirely emerald green, inscribed with many runes, and its ancient style indicated its immense age. Capable of harming even Saint Lords, its value was immeasurable.

As he held the Myriad Misery Bow and drew its string, he finally understood why those individuals had needed to activate it collectively: it required immense strength to move. However, this was no challenge for Ye Fan, as few could rival his Saint Power.

With a gentle hum, the bowstring was drawn. Sand and stones flew across the land, thunder roared, and various lights swirled, as endless vital energy surged and gathered furiously.

He drew the Myriad Misery Bow into a full moon shape, and a radiant arrow formed on the bowstring. When he released it, a divine light shot out, instantly vanishing into the clouds.

"Ah..." A pained scream erupted. That person, along with the very cloud they were in, disintegrated, vanishing into the world without even a trace of blood mist.

Ye Fan drew the bow a second time. The light arrow flew out and struck in the distance, causing a mountaintop to explode with a "bang." Another person screamed, their body and spirit utterly destroyed, leaving only a sky full of dust.

The bow's power was terrifyingly immense, astonishing even Ye Fan. If a skilled individual had wielded it against him just now, he would very likely have been in grave danger.

He fired five arrows consecutively. Five streaks of divine light tore through the sky, and five grand masters fell one after another. Not a single person managed to escape; all of them stained the sky with their blood and perished there.

Ye Fan caressed the Myriad Misery Bow. It was a powerful treasure that he simply couldn't put down. With his unparalleled physical body for close combat and such a weapon for ranged attacks, it was a perfect match for him.

"Many thanks, brother, for saving my life." Ji Haoyue was covered in blood, his hair clotted with it, resembling a gravely wounded divine tiger whose might still lingered.

Ye Fan glanced at him, nodded, and said little. In the past, when he was at odds with the Ji family, he had even considered engaging in a life-or-death battle with the Divine King Body.

He surveyed the mountain terrain, seeing more than just one or two corpses of experts who had reached the Eighth Transformation of the Dragon. This deeply shocked him!

Ji Haoyue, though disheveled and in such a sorry state, had nevertheless unleashed great power, slaying so many powerful enemies. If word spread, it would surely shake the Five Domains.

"The inheritances left by ancient Great Emperors are truly terrifying..." Ye Fan mused. Ji Haoyue must possess unknown peerless Saint Arts. Legend had it that ancient Great Emperor scriptures contained secret chapters, which only a select few direct descendants could cultivate.

No one knew the secret chapters of the Void Scripture. They were imprinted by an ancient Great Emperor's divine consciousness, and all who had witnessed them perished. To this day, apart from a very few individuals, almost no one knew how terrifying they truly were.

"May I ask your esteemed name, brother?" Ji Haoyue asked, his expression calm and his gaze as still as water.

Ye Fan glanced at him, sensing that the other party might have guessed something. His fingers twitched with an urge to pretend ignorance and give the Divine King Body a good beating.

"Don't be so quick to ask my name and thank me. Actually, right now, I really want to slap you a few times."

"Hey, hey, hey, why do you want to hit my brother?" Ji Ziyue retorted, glancing at him with her crescent-moon eyes, wrinkling her delicate nose. She mumbled, "I'm sure I know you."

Then she smiled faintly, two adorable dimples appearing on her jade-like cheeks. "Thank you for saving us," she said.

She wiped away her tears and stared at Ye Fan, her large eyes sparkling with divine beauty, black and white clearly defined, like gemstones, full of wit and mischief.

"Do I have flowers on my face?" Ye Fan asked.

"I'm thinking about how to thank you," Ji Ziyue said with a sweet smile, her small canine teeth sparkling with a crystal gleam. Wrinkling her nose, she added, "You remind me a lot of an old acquaintance."

Ye Fan knew she had likely truly seen something; the hint of cunning in her eyes was unmistakable, but he chose not to expose it.

"Don't you want to know what he's like?" Ji Ziyue chuckled.

"Oh, what's he like?"

"That guy... he cheats and swindles, commits all kinds of evil, kidnaps children, incites dogs to attack, possibly even kills... he's as bad as can be, often struck by lightning from the heavens," Ji Ziyue recounted seriously, batting her big eyes and counting on her slender jade fingers.

Ye Fan's forehead was covered in black lines. He flicked her forehead, then turned to leave, saying, "You two should leave soon."

"Hey, hey, hey, stop!" Ji Ziyue cried out softly in pain, continuously rubbing her smooth, jade-like forehead. Grinding her little canine teeth, she ran up and blocked his path.

"Do you really want me to give your brother a good beating?" Ye Fan chuckled.

"You wouldn't dare." Ji Ziyue's beautiful hair fluttered, her skin was like snow, and her eyes were bright and intelligent. Wrinkling her nose, she thought for a moment before muttering, "You're our benefactor; how can you just leave like this?"

"Oh, you want to repay me? Just give me an ancient scripture, any one will do."

Ye Fan smiled, then continued walking forward.

"Why are you always trying to leave? How about this: you become a disciple of our Ji family, and I'll pass on the Void Scripture to you."

On the other side, black lines began to appear on Ji Haoyue's forehead. He strode over, casting a sidelong glance at his sister.

"Hey, hey, hey, I really do want to give you an ancient scripture, don't you believe me?" Ji Ziyue chased after him again, her large eyes filled with laughter, speaking very earnestly.

"If you pass an ancient scripture to me, your brother will definitely be the first to attack me for a life-or-death battle." Ye Fan glanced at Ji Haoyue.

"You're not allowed to mock my brother like that." Ji Ziyue was displeased. Her pair of intelligent large eyes looked towards the depths of the immortal mansion world, then she lowered her voice and said, "I'll tell you the truth: in this world, there really might be ancient scriptures left behind by ancient Great Emperors."

Ye Fan's heart stirred. Although the Ji family was far away in the Eastern Wasteland, they had produced a Great Emperor. How many Great Emperors had there been throughout history? They must know some secrets.

This place was an immortal mansion world, where tens of thousands of people battled on an ancient battlefield. The enigmatic four-character phrase "Undying Heavenly Sovereign" had long foretold its extraordinary nature.

Perhaps they truly knew some unknown secrets; it was possible that even the Void Great Emperor had entered here back then, as there were rumors connecting this place to the Immortal Realm.

"Well, are you tempted now?" Ji Ziyue's smile was captivating, her bright eyes sparkling as she looked around.

Ye Fan unconsciously stroked his chin, pondering seriously for a moment. Suddenly, he realized this habit was inappropriate and quickly dropped his hand, only to find Ji Ziyue batting her long eyelashes and smiling at him.

"Benefactor, may I ask your esteemed name?" the mischievous Little Moon of the Ji family asked.

Beside them, Ji Haoyue stood calmly, guarding his sister with a hint of doting affection. When he looked at Ye Fan, he couldn't help but furrow his sharp brows slightly.

"Ye!" Ye Fan uttered these three words.

"Oh, but you ate so many of their spiritual beasts!" Ji Ziyue's small mouth formed an 'O' shape, seemingly taken by surprise, but then she chuckled softly.

Ji Haoyue also paused, his expression peculiar. Outside the Immortal Mountain, an extraordinary master had appeared, audacious to the extreme. Not only had he defeated several disciples from the Scholar's Mansion, but he had also eaten their spiritual beasts. His notoriety had already spread far and wide; it was impossible not to know.

Ji Ziyue couldn't stop laughing. Then she asked, "You captured Qi La Jiao, where is she now? How is she doing?"

"I haven't killed her yet; I'm keeping her to serve tea and pour water," Ye Fan replied.

Ji Haoyue suddenly spoke, "You should release her as soon as possible. Last time, the monstrous talents from the Southern Ridge hadn't emerged from their seclusion. Otherwise, you would be in great trouble."

"That's right, those people from the Southern Ridge are truly very powerful, especially a few of them; even my brother is wary of them," Ji Ziyue said, relaying this information with concern.

Ye Fan's heart was startled. Only today did he truly understand the strength of the Ji family's Divine King Body, who had torn apart several experts at the Eighth Transformation of the Dragon, fully displaying the demeanor of the Eastern Wasteland's Divine King.

Were the people from the Southern Ridge also so formidable? He had to take them seriously. The Five Domains of the world gathered heroes like clouds; there were bound to be unimaginable figures.

"You just know how to cause trouble..." Ji Ziyue mumbled. When her brother wasn't looking, she rolled her eyes at Ye Fan, then whispered, "I'll teach you a life-saving secret art."

"Ziyue, we should leave now. Today's events are no small matter and need to be known by the family head." At this point, Ji Haoyue spoke. Then he turned to Ye Fan and said, "Your life-saving grace will certainly be repaid handsomely in the future!"

"Come out with us first. This place is too dangerous; you could easily fall into peril by yourself. We can come back together once we've invited more experts," Ji Ziyue said, blinking her large eyes at Ye Fan.

"It's fine, I'll be careful." Ye Fan didn't want to leave. He just earnestly inquired about which ancient scripture might possibly appear in this place.

"It could very likely be the Grand Emperor Scripture, or perhaps the Void Scripture, or even the Demon Emperor Scripture... it's uncertain," Ji Haoyue said gravely.

"Why?" Ye Fan asked in surprise.

"Legend has it that this place is connected to the Immortal Realm, and some Great Emperors have entered here, perhaps leaving something behind," Ji Ziyue replied.

According to them, all ancient inheritances that had produced Great Emperors would undoubtedly send people here to search and ascertain certain things, though they did not specify what exactly.

Based on certain clues, there must be ancient scriptures in the depths of this ancient immortal world, along with significant unknown secrets; otherwise, ancient Great Emperors would not have appeared here.

"Even before the Archaic era, the Undying Heavenly Sovereign might have come here..." Ye Fan pondered incessantly.

The Ji siblings departed. Ji Ziyue stated that they would certainly return soon and cautioned Ye Fan to be careful.

In this wild world, dangers and opportunities coexisted. Many came seeking immortal fortunes; spiritual treasures appeared daily, but strong cultivators also fell, making the atmosphere very tense.

Ye Fan had been there for many days but had not ventured into the deepest parts, as powerful cultivators had already perished even in this outer region.

Two days later, he made another discovery: an ancient stele on a mountaintop, inscribed with some magical formulas. While somewhat mystical, they were not what Ye Fan most desired.

At this moment, his greatest hope was to find traces of enlightenment left by a peak expert, seeking an opportunity to break through his current bottleneck.

Ye Fan contemplated for most of the day, gaining some insights, and was about to leave. Just then, a man landed on the mountaintop. He wasn't particularly heroic in appearance, but he was remarkably extraordinary, exuding powerful confidence.

This man, of average height, appeared to be twenty-three or twenty-four years old. With disheveled black hair, dark skin, and eyes as sharp as lightning, he approached the ancient stele with his hands clasped behind his back, displaying extreme arrogance and dominance.

"Leave immediately. I intend to cultivate in seclusion here."

He said plainly. Though there was no killing intent, his tone was unquestionable, as if life and death, and everything else, were entirely within his control.

Ye Fan frowned, glanced at the man, and said nothing, but stopped in his tracks, not leaving immediately.

The man, with his hands clasped behind his back, approached the ancient stele and studied it intently, no longer speaking. The two remained in peaceful coexistence.

A moment later, Ye Fan looked at him, no longer caring about the slight. He had been about to leave anyway, so there was no need to engage in a battle over this.

He descended onto a nearby peak to continue his search for ancient relics. Soon after, more people, mostly young cultivators, entered this mountain range.

"Yan Yunluan is here; please take a detour." A cold voice resounded—it was the man Ye Fan had just encountered. He stood on the mountaintop with his hands clasped behind his back, surveying all directions.

"What? Yan Yunluan is here? Let's leave quickly."

"Why is he here? Is he going into seclusion again? He frequently experiences epiphanies."

"We can't afford to provoke him; he's a true monster!"

Most of these young cultivators were disciples of the Scholar's Mansion. All were wary and retreated from the mountain range. Although they were of the same generation, they dared not confront him.

Ye Fan was surprised. This person was truly powerful. Even other Saint Son-level figures from the Five Domains were so wary of him, indicating he was extremely dangerous.

Soon after, auspicious energy swirled around the mountaintop. Yan Yunluan sat cross-legged on a bluestone, having indeed entered a meditative state. A hazy immortal mist enveloped the area.

Ye Fan glanced over but didn't linger. He quietly comprehended his own Dao, then turned and left.

Two days later, he arrived at a place with an extraordinary aura. Purple mist rose from the cliffs, and birds did not flee from people. He even found several spiritual herbs over ten thousand years old that had not been eaten by wild beasts.

At the same time, more than a dozen other people flew in, also discovering this place. They all landed, hoping to find ancient ruins, believing there might be a hidden cave dwelling here.

"Yan Yunluan is here; I ask you to leave!" At that moment, a cold voice rang out. It was that monstrous talent again; he had also found this spot.

"You tell us to leave, and we just leave?" Someone protested indignantly. This place was likely a treasure trove, and they were reluctant to give it up.

"Say no more, just leave quickly. This person entered the Scholar's Mansion while undergoing tribulation; his power is terrifying. Don't conflict with him," someone nearby advised.

Soon, several people flew away, but a few others did not immediately depart.

"Did you not hear what I said?" Yan Yunluan looked over, his voice cold, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The remaining few also hesitated. Ye Fan, however, merely smiled faintly. The last time was one thing, but encountering him again and being pressured like this was another.

Without a word, he held the Myriad Misery Bow and directly drew the string, forming a full moon shape. It emitted ten thousand beams of light, and in an instant, the world paled, thunder roared, and the mountains trembled.

"Whoosh!" Ye Fan drew the treasured bow, shooting an arrow at the monstrous talent without any hesitation, astonishing everyone around him.

"Boom!" Yan Yunluan shot up, dodging to the side, two cold beams of light flashing in his eyes. The arrow, like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattered the mountaintop in front of it!

Ye Fan, with a smile, unhurriedly drew the Myriad Misery Bowstring again, and an even sharper radiant arrow shot out!

"Who is that? How dare he shoot the Heaven-Defying Monster from the Scholar's Mansion!?"