Chapter 609: Six-Word Mantra VS Nine Secrets

Ye Fan ruthlessly killed several Saint-level figures, even piercing the Yin-Yang Saintess’s forehead with an arrow, causing her death. The others were filled with fear; no one is unafraid of death, and they promptly humbled themselves.

What was face or dignity compared to a precious life? As long as they could survive, lowering their stance and repenting was a small price. They still wished to witness sunrises and sunsets; they did not want to be erased from existence.

“All of you, move aside!” Ye Fan swept his gaze over them, then fixed his eyes on Yan Yunluan and the Ascetic Monk.

“You, Ye, don’t imagine you’re invincible. I, the Buddhist master, have always wished to send you to the afterlife!” The Ascetic Monk pressed forward, the knife scars on his face twitching, giving him a menacing appearance.

“Shall I send you to the afterlife, or shall I make you realize that all is emptiness?” Ye Fan leaped up, charging like a dragon. He formed the True Dragon Seal and struck down.

The monk roared, chanting an ancient scripture. His body radiated immeasurable light, transforming into a towering golden Vajra, six *zhang* tall, as he struck forward with his alms bowl.

*Clang!*

The purple-gold alms bowl vibrated violently, roaring like a colossal bell. Myriad sound waves surged forth, making the ground undulate like an ocean. Earth and stone heaved, resembling a tsunami that swept high into the sky.

“What’s the origin of this monk? He blocked a blow from the Saint Body?!” Someone in the distant sky exclaimed in surprise.

“I possess the Indestructible Vajra Body! Let’s see how you can harm me.” The Ascetic Monk roared, his alms bowl emitting a purple glow, its aura intensifying as he struck forward.

“Don’t talk about a hairy monk like you; even if an Arhat were to appear, I could shatter them.” A thick surge of vital energy burst from the crown of Ye Fan’s head, piercing through the clouds.

His entire body glowed, like a Nine-Revolutions Golden Body, radiating dazzling divine light. Every inch of his flesh and blood contained destructive power. He stretched his arms and legs, intending to collapse the void.

*Clang!*

Ye Fan fought with broad, sweeping movements. With every lift of his hand and foot, he possessed mountain-uprooting strength, causing the purple-gold alms bowl to wail. This Buddhist artifact could no longer withstand his power.

“Amitabha...” The monk roared, his six-zhang golden body trembling. He appeared like a lion, emitting sounds like a collapsing mountain and a raging tsunami.

Fearless Lion Seal!

He transformed into a divine lion, and with a mighty roar, the mountains on the horizon trembled. He unleashed a profound magical seal, which violently collided with Ye Fan’s Dragon Seal.

*Pfft!*

The monk coughed up large mouthfuls of blood and was sent flying backward. Even the Buddhist Indestructible Vajra Body could not withstand Ye Fan’s physical attacks; it simply wasn’t strong enough.

However, the distant onlookers were astonished. How many people in this era dared to contend with Ye Fan’s physical body? This monk’s courage was commendable, and his Vajra Body was truly frightening.

“This monk likely has a significant background; he probably emerged from a divine temple. Otherwise, it would be difficult to cultivate such a physical body.”

“In the Western Desert, ancient temples stand everywhere, and Buddhism has many branches. Some of these ancient temples are unfathomable; he is likely a successor from such an ancient temple.”

By now, people were no longer discussing how powerful the Saint Body’s physical form was, but rather who could endure its attacks for longer.

“Ye Fan, the first time you wounded me with the Myriad Sorrow Bow, the second time I fell to your Heavenly Tribulation. Today, let me see your true abilities!” Yan Yunluan shouted.

He opened his mouth and spat out a rainbow, which transformed into a five-colored feather fan in his palm. It was adorned with roc feathers and phoenix plumes, shimmering with five colors.

*Boom!*

Yan Yunluan vigorously waved the fan, and a crimson light surged from the five-colored feather fan, instantly engulfing several miles around. A deep chasm appeared, consumed by endless flames.

In the distance, everyone was terrified. What kind of treasure fan was this? With a single wave, it burned a great rift valley into the earth, with magma surging, creating a horrifying sight.

Even a powerful figure like Ye Fan felt a scorching heat. The earth within a one-mile radius sank, burned down, becoming a desolate wasteland. Any other cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm would undoubtedly have been reduced to ashes.

*Boom!*

Yan Yunluan waved the fan again, and a green light surged from the five-colored feather fan. Instantly, mountains collapsed and seas raged; sand and stones flew within several miles, and the earth was shorn away by hundreds of *zhang*.

Moreover, large gashes were torn open in the void, gaping black holes, with storms raging everywhere, and gales like an ocean.

Ye Fan was sent flying over ten miles. His clothes were tattered, and he suffered many ‘wind blades’ that, upon contact with his physical body, produced incessant clanging sounds.

This fan was a secret treasure, everyone thought. If it weren’t for the Saint Body, other cultivators at the Fourth Transformation of Dragon would have long been shredded.

“Indeed, the magical artifacts of monstrous talents are true marvels; even Saint Lords would be tempted!”

*Boom!*

Yan Yunluan waved the treasure fan a third time, and a river as black as ink surged forth, rushing towards Ye Fan. Its chilling Yin energy was terrifying, capable of melting all things.

“True Lunar Water!”

Everyone was astonished. Yan Yunluan’s third sweep unleashed True Lunar Power. A vast river surged, black water filled the sky, corroding all spirits in heaven and earth.

“You’re not done yet!” Ye Fan roared. A vast golden divine sea spread beneath his feet, and a green lotus accompanied him as he charged forward with his other manifestations.

“Saint Body Phenomenon!”

Everyone’s eyes widened. The Saint Body Phenomenon was the most mysterious, capable of countering other strange celestial phenomena. Its ancient origins were unfathomable, and everyone wanted to witness its true nature.

The True Lunar Water was blocked by the golden divine sea. Ye Fan, like a war god, surged forward over ten miles, returning to the battlefield, and began to strike with his fists.

*Boom!*

Yan Yunluan waved the treasure fan a fourth time. The void became vibrant with life; endless ancient trees emerged, along with various vines, which transformed into great dragons, coiling and striking.

From all directions, all vital energy was instantly drained. The world grew dim, and a dense aura of vegetation formed intricate Dao diagrams, attempting to refine Ye Fan.

*Swish!*

Beside Ye Fan, the green lotus gently swayed, causing all vegetation to wither. All the boundless vital energy was drawn into the lotus. With the emergence of his phenomenon, all spells failed to cling to him, and various attacks were resolved. Ye Fan, with his golden fists, pierced through heaven and earth, striking down Yan Yunluan.

*Crack!*

An ancient shield shattered, a dozen flying swords snapped into pieces, and a collection of magical artifacts turned into dust before his golden fists.

*Pfft!*

Yan Yunluan coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying several miles before he could stabilize himself. Had he not used the five-colored treasure fan to block, he would likely have been shattered just now.

“Is this the honorable fight you wanted? It’s nothing special,” Ye Fan declared loudly.

Yan Yunluan’s face burned with shame. Recent repeated defeats were unacceptable for a genius who had grown up surrounded by an aura of glory; for him, it was a profound humiliation.

*Clang!*

A clear radiance flashed, and a bronze battle armor appeared before him. It clanked into place, automatically donning itself on his body, while he gripped a bronze war-halberd in his hand.

*Whiz!*

The five-colored treasure fan transformed into a ball of light, imprinting itself onto the halberd’s blade. The bronze halberd became even more terrifying, like a demonic weapon passed down from hell.

“A weapon forged by a supreme Saint Lord!” Many people exclaimed.

“Your weapon is decent. I’ll accept this favor,” Ye Fan said.

“Kill!”

Yan Yunluan roared, like a bronze holy spirit, swinging his Heavenly Halberd, advancing with murderous intent. The bronze halberd shattered the earth, tore through the sky, and unleashed hundreds of thousands of feet of green radiance.

*Clang! Clang!*

Ye Fan clashed his golden palms and fingers against the war-halberd. Sparks flew between them. This bronze war weapon was exceedingly formidable, possessing an immortal sharpness, making it difficult to shatter.

Moreover, as it was wielded, an incessant wailing sound filled the air, manifesting wave after wave of law power, intending to refine Ye Fan and make him feel immense pressure.

However, his physical body was rarely seen in this world and could not be harmed by the sharp edge. And with each vibrating finger strike, a tremendous force would penetrate, causing the web between Yan Yunluan’s thumb and forefinger to split.

Gradually, Ye Fan overpowered the bronze halberd. Although the formations on it were mysterious and unfathomable, they could barely harm him and were quickly completely sealed by his golden physical body.

The power of laws was obstructed, and its sharpness could barely harm the Saint Body. Yan Yunluan was in a perilous situation, facing imminent danger to his life. The bronze Heavenly Halberd was almost snatched away several times.

“Amitabha!” The monk charged forward once more.

The purple-gold alms bowl descended like a towering purple-gold mountain, striking towards Ye Fan’s head, surging with endless Buddhist light. Additionally, a great roc flew out, clawing at Ye Fan.

“Break for me!” Ye Fan lightly shouted.

He unleashed the Heaven-Overturning Seal, shattering the Roc King. At the same time, he sent the purple-gold alms bowl flying towards the sky, almost disappearing among the clouds.

Even the monstrous Yan Yunluan and the mysterious, powerful Ascetic Monk, joining forces, were no match for the Saint Body. People sighed helplessly, realizing Ye Fan’s rise was unstoppable.

Monstrous talents could battle across several cultivation realms. Yan Yunluan, having recently broken through, could already contend with supreme elders of sacred lands, yet at this moment, he was suppressed.

The monk seemed even stronger, but it was still useless; he couldn’t suppress Ye Fan and was instead forced into a deadly predicament.

*Smack!*

After one hundred and twenty moves, Ye Fan unleashed the Void Grand Hand Seal, striking Yan Yunluan through his bronze battle armor, causing him to cough up blood repeatedly.

*Clang!*

At the one hundred and fortieth move, Ye Fan struck the purple-gold alms bowl with a Heaven-Overturning Seal, sending the Ascetic Monk flying hundreds of *zhang* away, breaking an arm bone.

“This is the monster of the Eastern Wasteland!” People could only exclaim in awe.

The battle between the three grew increasingly fierce. The few individuals nearby who had been deterred by Ye Fan’s might and hadn’t made a move exchanged glances, then rushed in all directions, intending to escape amidst the chaos.

“Let’s see who dares to leave!” Ye Fan roared. The few individuals trembled but did not stop, rushing towards the distance.

*Bang!**Bang!*

Ye Fan unleashed the Human King Seal and the Heaven-Overturning Seal. The sky trembled, and both Yan Yunluan and the monk were sent flying simultaneously, blood trickling from their lips, all gritting their teeth.

He once again took out the Myriad Sorrow Bow. His expression was cold as he continuously drew the bow, his combat power rising to the Eight Forbidden realm. He glowed like an eternal deity, illuminating the sky.

The bowstring moved repeatedly. Several arrows flew out one after another, piercing the sky for over ten miles, all hitting their targets. Blood bloomed in various directions.

Several Saint-level figures were all shot dead, their bodies torn into pieces, falling to the ground.

“I, the Buddha, personally crushed that dark-skinned boy’s limbs and shattered his sternum. What can you do to me? If you have the ability, kill me too,” the monk said coldly.

Ye Fan’s expression turned cold. “Now, I shall make you realize that all is emptiness!”

*Om!*

Suddenly, the Ascetic Monk let out a great roar. A Buddha appeared behind him, also emitting the same primordial Buddhist sound from its mouth.

All of this was too sudden. This part of the world seemed to be annihilated. An aura of creation burst forth, penetrating into Ye Fan’s crown.

All things were born and perished; a small world was evolving. Nothing else existed but an ancient Buddha, emitting the sound “Om”.

Nearby, Yan Yunluan coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. A bloody crack appeared on his forehead, and his body trembled violently. Without his bronze battle armor, he would likely have shattered.

Not far away, the only person who hadn’t escaped instantly turned to dust under this mysterious ancient sound, ceasing to exist.

*Clang!*

Ye Fan was momentarily dazed. The purple-gold alms bowl shone brightly, swallowing heaven and earth, taking him inside and sealing him within.

In the distant sky, silence reigned. Everyone’s hearts trembled. What kind of ancient heavenly sound was this? It instantly turned a person at the third transformation of the Dragon Realm into dust and caused a monstrous talent like Yan Yunluan’s body to crack...

“Amitabha, I said I would deliver you to the afterlife, and I shall!” the Ascetic Monk sneered.

The cracks on Yan Yunluan’s forehead healed, but his heart remained unsettled. He asked, “Master, what was that ancient heavenly sound?” If not for the protection of his bronze battle armor, he would have been in danger just now, and a part of his body would likely have been obliterated.

“This is our Buddhism’s supreme Six-Syllable Mantra. As long as one’s Dharma power is strong enough, it can subdue all mighty figures in the world,” the monk said.

In the distance, everyone exclaimed. The Buddhist Six-Syllable Mantra—Om, Mani, Padme, Hum—was a supreme sacred art, capable of subduing all gods and spirits of the heavens.

In the Western Desert, temples were numerous, but only a few of the most ancient sacred temples each possessed one of these true words. It was difficult to gather them all, and some had been permanently lost.

“This monk definitely has a profound origin. Only those few primordial ancient temples each possess one true word.”

In the distant sky, everyone’s expressions changed.

The legendary Six-Syllable ancient sound possessed the mighty power to create heaven and earth. It was infinitely profound, supreme, and contained the great power, great wisdom, and great compassion of the universe.

*Om...*

The monk chanted the heavenly sound, continuously empowering the purple-gold alms bowl, intending to use this mantra to dissolve Ye Fan, annihilating both his body and spirit.

Myriad layers of Buddhist light submerged this void. He sat cross-legged, using the supreme Buddhist sacred art to dissolve Ye Fan’s form and melt his soul.

*Clang! Clang!*

Suddenly, the purple-gold alms bowl vibrated violently, its sound shaking the long sky. Cracks appeared, and it was about to disintegrate.

This was a Buddhist treasure forged by a supreme Saint Lord-level divine monk, yet it could not withstand the terrifying force and was about to be shattered.

*Bang!*

With a final violent tremor, the alms bowl shattered into four pieces. Ye Fan, his body radiating golden light, burst out forcefully. He was manifesting the Battle Saint Art.

*Om!* The monk roared, using this primordial mantra to suppress Ye Fan.

“You have the Buddhist Six-Syllable Mantra, but I have the supreme Nine Secrets of Taoism! Let’s see who is stronger!” Ye Fan roared.

Everyone was stunned. Although many had already guessed that Ye Fan possessed one or two of the Nine Secrets, this was the first time they heard him admit it himself.

He manifested the Dou Character Secret, his hands moving like halberds, resonating with the universe. His body transformed into a dragon, shredding the Buddhist sound as he charged through.

*Pfft!*

The monk was cut into two pieces, blood gushing out. Extremely unwilling, he said, “What a pity, the Victorious Fighting Buddha vanished into secluded cultivation, and the ‘Deng’ character mantra was lost. I only obtained half of it.”

In the distant sky, there was an uproar. Everyone was shocked that there was still a Buddha, a Saint, existing in the Western Desert!