Chapter 588: Swallowing Heaven Demon Veil Appears

Xiao Yunsheng was slapped by a cultivator from the Dragon Transformation Realm, which left him completely stunned. He roared like a wounded beast.

Ye Fan followed up, forming a seal with his right hand and pressing down. This time, he aimed directly at Xiao Yunsheng's glabella, intending to cleave his skull open.

Xiao Yunsheng extended his left hand to block. If his glabella were shattered, his Sea of Consciousness would be destroyed, and even a supreme powerful being would not survive.

At his cultivation level, even severed limbs could regenerate. However, his divine consciousness could not be harmed; once the soul imprint was extinguished, the person would cease to exist.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan still unleashed the Mountain Embrace Seal, charging forward relentlessly. His right hand was as black as a mountain peak, shattering the interwoven laws of divine power and striking through.

"Crack!"

Xiao Yunsheng's left hand convulsed, then twisted and deformed, suffering a severe fracture. The intense pain made his face contort in agony, and cold sweat broke out.

"Pffft!"

Ye Fan's right hand, transformed into a black mountain peak, continued to press down with immense force and weight. This was a pure physical confrontation, and Xiao Yunsheng's palm and fingers finally disintegrated into a bloody pulp.

How incredibly sturdy was the physical body of a powerful being? Yet, before Ye Fan, it was nothing; his peak power had utterly destroyed it.

"Ah..." Xiao Yunsheng cried out, tilting his body backward to evade the strike that would cleave his skull.

Ye Fan pressed his right hand down, almost touching Xiao Yunsheng's forehead. Xiao Yunsheng was scared out of his wits and, disregarding all dignity, fell straight to the ground and rolled away.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan caught up in three steps, his right leg swinging powerfully downward, heavy as ten thousand tons!

"Smash!"

This kick was exceptionally fierce and ruthless. His sole landed on Xiao Yunsheng's chest, instantly breaking over a dozen ribs.

"Pffft!"

Xiao Yunsheng spat out a large mouthful of blood. At that moment, his internal organs were shattered; the kick had almost pierced through his chest.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan continued his assault, this time showing no mercy as he stomped towards Xiao Yunsheng's forehead, clearly intending to shatter his skull with a single blow and kill him.

All of this happened in an instant, too fast for anyone to stop; every action occurred simultaneously.

"Stop!"

Someone shouted from the side. Grand Tutor Xiao, with over a dozen artifacts floating above his head, charged forward like an enraged old lion, his hair standing on end.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan remained unfazed, stomping his right foot down forcefully towards Xiao Yunsheng's glabella. If it connected, even a supreme powerful being would die instantly.

"Pffft!"

At the critical moment, Xiao Yunsheng spat out a mouthful of Innate Essence Blood, which transformed into a Qilin Shield, blocking above his forehead.

Ye Fan roared, bringing his foot down with all his might. With a loud "bang," he stomped on the blood shield, causing the ten-thousand-foot jade platform to shake violently, demonstrating the immense power of that kick.

The crimson Qilin Shield shattered into pieces and then exploded with a "bang." Most of the force of Ye Fan's kick was dissipated, but it still ultimately landed.

"Thud!"

Like a dull drumbeat, a section of Xiao Yunsheng's skull caved in, having been directly stomped upon by Ye Fan. However, it wasn't completely cleaved open, though it was a bloody mess.

At this moment, Grand Tutor Xiao arrived. With a sweep of his hands, a splendid Rivers and Mountains Painting appeared, aiming to absorb Ye Fan into it.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan flicked his finger. This time, he formed the Human King Seal, clashing head-on with the Rivers and Mountains Painting with the demeanor of a supreme ruler of humanity.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan's physical body was unparalleled, and although Grand Tutor Xiao's magic power was suppressed, he still possessed the ability to move oceans. With a violent tremor, both of them stumbled backward.

"Go to hell!"

At that moment, the barbarian, protected by Duan De's broken bowl behind Ye Fan, made his move, swinging his massive club.

On the ground, Xiao Yunsheng was filled with shock and fury, quickly rolling to evade the astonishing blow.

"Clang!"

The barbarian's physical body was also terrifying. His spiked club could almost pierce the heavens, causing the ten-thousand-foot jade platform to shake violently. Had it not been a resting place for deities, it would have probably turned into ashes long ago.

"Bang!"

Xiao Yunsheng dodged the first strike but not the second. With a scream, his legs were smashed and broken by Dongfang Ye, leaving a bloody mess.

"You..."

Grand Tutor Xiao was furious. Seeing the barbarian's club begin to swing towards his own brother's glabella, he exerted himself to strike.

However, Ye Fan blocked him, preventing him from advancing. He continuously clashed with the Rivers and Mountains Painting, his finger strikes tearing the sky, almost shattering the ancient painting.

People from the Yin-Yang Sect made their move. A powerful being spat out a streak of light, rushing forward to rescue Xiao Yunsheng; otherwise, he would surely have been buried under the barbarian's spiked club.

At the same time, Wang Yangzhan, the old sect master of the Yin-Yang Sect, personally made a move, pressing forward to deal with the individuals before him.

He had originally declared the intention to clear the area, and now with an ally in distress, he naturally had to assert his authority. This was a living fossil-level existence, over three thousand years old, instilling fear in everyone.

His speed was not rapid, but his presence was extremely oppressive. With his hands clasped behind his back, he cast a sidelong glance at the group, his air of having everything under control inspiring awe.

He looked down upon them, extending his right hand to grab the broken bowl floating in the air, intending to snatch it away, thus leaving the group without their protective artifact and vulnerable to death.

It could be said that he indeed had the capital for such arrogance. As a living fossil, even the most powerful Holy Lords were no match for him.

"Humph!"

The old blind man snorted coldly, striking out with his right hand. It also possessed an inexplicable and terrifying power of law, no weaker than that of Wang Yangzhan, the old sect master of the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Bang!"

The two collided, and a vortex of divine power appeared, strange and inexplicable. Space and time seemed to shift and fall into chaos.

Around them, everyone was startled. Many people's divine power had been sealed upon reaching this place, yet Wang Yangzhan, a living fossil-level being, could still employ such techniques, truly demonstrating his superior prowess.

And the inconspicuous old blind man actually withstood his offensive. No one had thought much of him before, never expecting him to be an extraordinary master from outside the world.

"It's you... the Second Great Bandit of the Northern Region—Old Man Tianxia!" Wang Yangzhan showed an incredulous expression, saying, "You're not... (dead?)"

"If you haven't died, how could I?" The old blind man chuckled.

"Whoosh!"

Both parties quickly separated, retreating backward. They were equally wary of each other, and neither made another move lightly.

Xiao Yunsheng was rescued but was in a truly miserable state. Both of his arms had been smashed into pulp by Ye Fan, and both legs had been brutally broken by the barbarian. His forehead, in particular, had a caved-in section, clearly marked with the imprint of Ye Fan's shoe sole. This humiliation drove him mad, and his gaze was filled with venomous malice.

"The Great Emperor Taihuang is an emperor of the human race, revered by all people from ancient times to the future. As members of the human race, why can't we pay our respects? Are you perhaps viewing others as alien races, or do you harbor ulterior motives yourselves?" Ye Fan placed a heavy accusation on the people of the Yin-Yang Sect. Many who were destined to be cleared out agreed and echoed his words.

There was a stir in the crowd. The Emperor of Great Xia stepped forward and said, "We will only take the remains of our ancestor; nothing else will be touched. Now, let's open the coffin."

After the recent conflict, no one dared to act rashly. The seemingly weakest group actually contained two savage-like beings and the Second Bandit of the Northern Region, which surprised everyone.

At this moment, Ye Fan and the others also had strange looks in their eyes. They had never imagined that the old blind man had such a formidable background!

"Hiss... hiss... hiss..."

Streaks of divine light shot out, and Imperial Dragon Qi was infused into the imprints on the ancient coffin. The coffin lid groaned, slowly opening a crack.

"Boom!"

Primordial chaotic qi surged out, rumbling like thunder. Everyone quickly retreated, staring nervously at the ancient coffin.

This was the burial place of an ancient Great Emperor, and no one could be sure if he had left behind any contingencies. Everyone felt apprehensive.

As the chaotic qi subsided, the coffin lid silently floated up, revealing everything inside. Everyone rushed forward.

Empty!

It was an empty coffin, with no corpse inside, and no trace of the Great Emperor Taihuang.

"What happened? Where are the remains of the Great Emperor Taihuang?"

"Why is it an empty coffin? Where did the ancient Great Emperor's remains go?"

Soon, people discovered a human-shaped imprint at the bottom of the coffin. It was the figure of an ancient emperor, etched onto the coffin's base.

"Did Great Emperor Taihuang transform into the Dao, merging himself with heaven and earth..."

"No, this is a Grand Dao imprint, not a trace of transformation into the Dao!"

At this moment, people were incredibly excited. This was a Dao imprint left by a human emperor. Without even thinking, they knew it contained supreme ancient scriptures and profound mysteries.

Where did Great Emperor Taihuang go? This was everyone's question.

Suddenly, someone pointed at the coffin wall and said, "There are words on it!"

"Immortal Emperor..." someone read aloud, but was quickly interrupted as murderous intent erupted in the area.

At this point, these people finally stopped holding back. They wanted to seize the ancient coffin for themselves. Not only did it contain the Dao imprint of a human emperor, but it also seemed to hold other secrets.

"Don't act rashly! That will destroy the imprint!" someone shouted.

Once this coffin disintegrated, the imprint on it would cease to exist, and no one would be able to obtain it.

"I've already said it: idlers, retreat!" Wang Yangzhan of the Yin-Yang Sect reiterated.

The Demon Lord of Southern Ridge, the Emperor of Central State, and the Divine Monk of Western Desert stepped forward, forcing many people back, preventing them from approaching.

"And you! Get out of here!" Beside Wang Yangzhan, a powerful being snarled at Ye Fan and the others, his expression grim and confident.

"Have you forgotten the pain from just now?" The old blind man sneered.

"This isn't a place for just anyone to stay..." As Wang Yangzhan spoke, the qi of life and death materialized above his head.

Red and black qi swirled, like a vast clear sky descending, intending to suppress everyone. Every powerful being felt a sense of suffocation.

"An ancient saint's weapon!"

Many people turned pale. Even Holy Lords felt uneasy, never expecting someone to have brought out a saint's weapon, which could undoubtedly sweep everything aside.

Such power was almost impossible for human strength to resist. In an era where saints were difficult to emerge, holding such a weapon could make one virtually invincible.

"Is this the legendary Yin-Yang Mirror?" People thought of this almost mythical weapon, and their expressions all changed.

This was a transmitted saint weapon, passed down for over two hundred thousand years, remaining immortal, and one of the most terrifying ancient saint weapons.

Not every saint could forge a weapon compatible with their realm, as the required materials were too difficult to find.

It was like a Great Emperor seeking Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Primordial Qi of All Things, or Immortal Tear Green Gold – rare encounters that could not be sought.

Weapons forged by ancient saints using ordinary materials would last for a few tens of thousands of years at minimum, or around a hundred thousand years at most, before being worn away by time.

Only super saint weapons forged from peerless divine materials could endure eternally, becoming known as transmitted saint weapons, rarely found in the world.

"No, it's not that transmitted saint weapon; it lacks the invincible aura that destroys all things."

"It's an ancient mirror forged by the Yin-Yang Sect fifty thousand years ago. Although it came from the hand of a saint, it wasn't made of peerless divine materials. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and it's already half-destroyed!"

"However, it still possesses a very powerful saintly aura; other weapons absolutely cannot contend with it!"

Everyone retreated, many turning pale, knowing they certainly couldn't compete with the Yin-Yang Sect.

Although the people of the Yin-Yang Sect were confident, they did not dare to disrespect the people of the Immortal Divine Dynasty, a lineage from which human emperors had emerged, whose foundations were unfathomable.

However, they showed no courtesy to Ye Fan and the others. Xiao Yunsheng, who stood with them, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Get over here!"

"Old blind man, even though my damaged saint weapon is in this special place that suppresses divine power, it is enough to slay all of you," Wang Yangzhan, the old sect master of the Yin-Yang Sect, said casually. "For the sake of that legendary old coot, I'll let you leave. However, these few must die."

He fixed his gaze on Ye Fan, Dongfang Ye, and Duan De, and then locked onto the broken bowl, intending to claim it for himself.

The ten-thousand-foot jade platform suddenly fell silent. Everyone knew that even a saint weapon, long damaged by the ravages of time, could still kill many top-tier masters.

"You fat man, hand over your bowl!" Wang Yangzhan demanded the group's protective artifact, his tone cold and ruthless.

At this critical juncture, Duan De's expression flickered unpredictably, first gritting his teeth, then his eyes gleaming.

"You little ants are all dead!" Xiao Yunsheng gritted his teeth, his words full of venomous hatred. "You dead fat man, quickly hand over the bowl!"

"Damn it, do you really think you've got me?" Duan De gritted his teeth, finally making up his mind. A terrifying aura flowed from the broken bowl above his head.

"Crackle! Crackle!"

The broken bowl cracked, and tens of thousands of dark lights burst forth. An ancient pottery lid emerged, floating in the void, with a striking demonic face imprint on it.

"That's..."

"It looks very familiar, similar to a legend recorded in some ancient texts!"

"I remember now! The demonic... that's the mark of the Great Emperor Tun Tian! This pottery jar lid is an Emperor's Weapon."

"The ancient Heaven Devouring Demonic Jar... it's a peerless weapon of the Eastern Wilderness. Heavens, the long-lost lid of the Demonic Jar has appeared!"

Many people were terrified, unable to help but retreat. This sent shivers down their spines: a dilapidated bowl actually contained half of a peerless Emperor's Weapon!

"Don't be afraid! Half of a peerless weapon cannot be fully revived. Unless a saint arrives, no one can activate it to unleash the Immortal Emperor's might!"

"Then you go try it!"

"Even if it can't unleash an Emperor's might, it can still overpower an ancient saint's weapon!"

A commotion erupted on the ten-thousand-foot jade platform. No one was unshocked; everyone retreated.

Ye Fan was also dumbfounded. The most crucial part of the ancient Heaven Devouring Demonic Jar, which the Black Emperor constantly yearned for, was actually in Duan De's hands, hidden within the broken bowl.

"You dare to show off a broken mirror in front of me?" Duan De puffed out his chest and raised his head, calming down. He said, "You are finished! You've thoroughly offended me! In the future, I will dig up your ancestors' tombs one by one, and I'll save your own burial grounds for my disciples to excavate!"