Chapter 649: Five Regions Tremble

Chapter 653: The Five Domains Tremble

This was a maple snow forest, with ancient trees stretching continuously, verdant and fragrant. White maple snow blossoms drifted down, one after another, pristine and glistening, their fragrance filling the air like dancing ice flowers.

Concealed by the trees, in front of the maple snow forest, lay a cemetery. Tombstones, one after another, bore the marks of time, exuding an air of ancientness and solemnity.

An autumn breeze swept through, swaying the old trees. Petals danced in the air, rustling as they fell, blanketing everything in snowy white. It created a desolate and cool atmosphere, as if the tears of heaven were falling.

Ye Fan walked through the cemetery, step by step. His gaze swept over a few tombstones, but he uttered no words. The autumn wind lifted his dark hair, obscuring his eyes.

He stopped before several mounds of earth. Each stone tablet was inscribed with a familiar name. Petals, falling upon the graves, added to the chill.

There were exactly six graves, no more, no less, each inscribed with the name of one person: Pang Bo, Wu Zhongtian, Liu Kou, Jiang Huairen, Li Heishui. The last one belonged to Ji Ziyue of the Ji family, its inscription delicate and neat.

Ye Fan lingered only briefly before leaving. He passed through the cemetery and arrived at a bamboo grove, where several thatched huts served as his current dwelling.

Two months had passed since the Great Battle of Qinling. He had secluded himself here, away from the world, practicing silently. There was no worldly clamor or mundane distractions, only profound peace.

Unfortunately, it lacked some vitality. He could not see the faces of his old friends or hear their laughter; only fallen blossoms and silence accompanied him.

Ye Fan stood in the bamboo grove, listening to the rustling leaves fall and watching the blossoms wither. He was like a transient passerby, his eyes, deep and clear as water, devoid of worldly concerns.

This was an otherworldly aura. Ye Fan spent each day this way, walking among the mountains and fields, appearing by wild springs, quietly contemplating and merging with nature.

Geese flew south, gradually disappearing into the distance, evoking feelings of not knowing where one's path home lay, or where one truly belonged in the world.

"Another line of geese flying south... My old friends..."

He hadn't deliberately cultivated over the past two months, yet he had progressed rapidly. Perhaps it was time to prepare for the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Cultivating alone, without you all by my side, feels like something is missing," Ye Fan sighed softly.

Time flew by. Another month passed, and Ye Fan still hadn't left this place. He sat quietly in his thatched hut, facing a cliff wall.

"Boom!"

After a full three months, a massive sound finally echoed. A cliff face split open, and a majestic figure flew out, nine divine lights piercing the sky.

The Nine Divine Weapons surged and swept through, cleaving the heavens and earth. Like nine divine phoenixes dancing, they caused the mountainous region to tremble, and the surrounding peaks quivered.

"Ye Fan, I'm out of seclusion!" Pang Bo exclaimed. With thick eyebrows and large eyes, he was a full head or two taller than ordinary people, powerfully built and remarkably burly.

Ye Fan laughed heartily, stepping forward. "Are your injuries fully healed?" he asked.

"No problem! I've been reborn, far stronger than before!" Pang Bo opened his mouth and inhaled. The Nine Divine Weapons transformed into nine beams of light that vanished into his mouth. His thick black hair fluttered as he landed.

"Bang!"

On the other side, four ancient caves successively burst open. Rocks flew upwards, piercing the clouds, leveling a large section of the bamboo grove and raising clouds of dust.

Wu Zhongtian, Li Heishui, Liu Kou, and Jiang Huairen emerged from seclusion one after another, flying out. Each was full of vigor, their injuries completely healed, having undergone a transformative rebirth.

The sixth cave vibrated lightly, then shot out streaks of immortal light. With a bang, it exploded, sending huge rocks flying in all directions. A girl in purple robes rushed out.

Her dark hair danced lightly, her purple robes fluttered, and her figure was slender. She was like an ethereal sprite, brimming with divine charm. Her long eyelashes trembled, and her eyes sparkled with spiritual energy.

Ji Ziyue, who had been critically injured and near death, also emerged from seclusion. After three months of recuperation, all her wounds were gone. She was intelligent and ethereal, her smiles charming, her beautiful eyes sparkling, playful and agile.

"I'm out of seclusion! It was so boring; I hate cultivating in isolation the most."

All six emerged from seclusion simultaneously, full of vigor. Compared to three months ago, they had all reached a new level in every aspect; their magical power had increased, and their divine senses were more refined.

"I've erected tombstones for all of you. Go pay your respects to yourselves," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"You really have a twisted sense of humor!" Ji Ziyue said, wrinkling her nose. Her skin was as lustrous and white as ivory, shimmering with a glow. Her beautiful hair swayed, and her large eyes resembled black gemstones.

"My tattered remains were burned to ashes anyway, so why bother erecting a tombstone? Ye Fan, you're truly underhanded," Li Heishui grumbled.

Three months ago, during that great battle, the ultimate imperial weapons revived. Even Ye Fan's body nearly split apart, let alone theirs. At that time, some of them survived with half their bodies turned into pulp, or a section of their torso shattered, barely clinging to life.

Ji Ziyue, in particular, suffered the most severe injuries. She constantly borrowed power from the great world, paying an enormous price, almost depleting her essence. She sustained Dao-pattern injuries and nearly died.

Their shattered and severed bodies were all buried by Ye Fan in the cemetery, which is why the tombstones were erected.

With their level of cultivation, severed limbs could regenerate, and damaged bodies could regrow; disability was impossible. They had possessed this regenerative ability since reaching the Four Extremities Secret Realm.

Of course, the prerequisite was that their heads and divine senses were not destroyed. Otherwise, even an immortal's arrival would be futile, and their bodies and Dao would perish.

All of them had been injured by the ultimate imperial weapons, as if struck by the Great Dao itself. It was extremely difficult to survive such wounds; without special means, they would almost certainly have died.

However, none of this was a problem for Ye Fan. He possessed the holy fruit harvested from the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, originally prepared for Divine King Jiang, but never used.

Now, using this undying holy fruit to heal them, there was naturally no danger to their lives. Moreover, they all underwent a complete transformation as a result, gaining a great fortuitous encounter.

"Since you're all out of seclusion, I should find a place to undergo my tribulation," Ye Fan said.

"The pressure's immense. Looks like I should also go 'eat coffin planks'," Pang Bo mumbled. He had undergone another transformation and was also due for a breakthrough.

"What's the situation outside?" Li Heishui asked.

"I expect it's calmed down after the initial frenzy," Ye Fan replied calmly, already well aware of the situation.

"Why don't we go out and see for ourselves?"

"Indeed, being away from the world for three months, we have no idea what's happened outside."

Two days later, the group left the mountains and arrived at an ancient city in the western part of the Central Domain. As soon as they entered, they heard many pieces of news.

A full three months had passed, yet the commotion from that battle had still not subsided. It remained a common topic among people, with cultivators discussing it in tea houses and restaurants everywhere.

The phrase "ultimate imperial weapons clash" appeared most frequently, stirring everyone's nerves. Almost everyone who spoke of it showed awe.

"Six ultimate imperial weapons! They can cleave stars from beyond the domain, overturn the entire Central Domain, and make a great domain collapse!"

"Even with so many imperial weapons, they couldn't stop the Sacred Body, Ye Fan. He still managed to take the green copper block."

"That battle truly stained the sky with blood. We don't even know how many half-step Grand Sages died, and even several Saint Lord-level figures perished one after another..."

The battle in Qinling was exceptionally tragic, with many prominent figures dying. It was a monumental upheaval that shook all five great domains, causing people to still turn pale when speaking of it.

It was a world-shocking battle, with so many imperial weapons deployed—a sight rarely seen in ancient or modern times. On that day, even the deepest foundations of many great sects almost emerged simultaneously, rushing towards western Central Domain.

"It's said many Grand Sages died; many great sects' eyes turned red with fury!"

"Sigh, goes without saying. Who wasn't bloodthirsty that day? Too many people died, bodies fell in heaps."

"Even more people were vaporized by the ultimate imperial weapons, leaving no remains!"

Ye Fan and the others felt a chill in their hearts. After they left, many great sects fought another battle to contend for the Immortal Transformation Pond and the ethereal divine marrow within the Myriad Ancient Dragon Den, resulting in countless casualties.

Ultimately, the Immortal Transformation Pond disappeared, and the Myriad Ancient Dragon Den sank deep underground. It was a movable ancestral root, never remaining in one place for too long.

"It was too tragic! Corpses piled up like mountains. Even Sect Masters and peerless Grand Sages were killed!"

This was a battle many found hard to forget. No one knew how many died, but all major forces involved suffered immense pain and heavy losses of experts.

It could be said that this was a rare man-made disaster in thousands of years, with Sect Masters from all sides either injured or killed—a sight rarely seen in tens of thousands of years.

"Speaking of which, the Sacred Body is truly extraordinary! Even with six ultimate imperial weapons deployed, they couldn't stop him. He even managed to kill so many people, astonishing the world!"

"Now, who doesn't know, who hasn't heard? A Sacred Body with boundless potential has, because of this battle, become known throughout all sects, making many living fossils wary."

"Everyone is predicting that once this young man grows, reaching the Saint Lord level, few in the world will be able to control him, and he will be able to look down on all humanity!"

After the Battle of Qinling, it was difficult for Ye Fan *not* to become famous. He had seized the ultimate imperial weapon of the Nine Li Dynasty, nearly claiming it for himself, and had slaughtered enemies in all directions multiple times. Those who personally experienced the battle still felt a chill recalling it.

With a shake of the Nine Li Map, numerous powerful experts met their end, shattered in the sky, leaving no trace of their bones.

"He beat the Yin-Yang Sect Master until only a small portion of his body remained as he fled, and he tore off the arms of the Myriad Beginning Saint Lord and the Purple Mansion Saint Lord..."

Ye Fan's battle achievements truly astonished many. Having reached the Eight Bans realm and inherited the techniques of a Source Master, he would undoubtedly dominate the world once he fully matured.

"The prodigy from the Eastern Wasteland is indeed astonishing!"

People could only sigh in such a way. Taking the heads of Grand Sages amidst chaos and continuously slaying powerful enemies—this battle forged Ye Fan's formidable reputation, known by almost everyone.

In this battle, the Old Blind Man and the Red Dragon Daoist successively declared that anyone who dared to harm their disciples would face them wielding imperial weapons, exterminating all of their descendants—a truly domineering display.

Wu Zhongtian, Pang Bo, and the others had been missing for three months, making many major forces uneasy. They truly feared that the two "living fossils" would arrive with imperial weapons and embark on a massacre.

"You can walk out so openly and return to the Eccentric Palace without any problem, I reckon. Many people might even breathe a sigh of relief," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"I have to return to the Eccentric Palace now," Ji Ziyue said. The Ji family had always known her whereabouts and had been secretly guarding her for the past three months. Now, someone had sent a message.

"The Eccentric Palace holds a great secret," Ji Ziyue revealed. "Our ancestors said it can lead to an ancient star beyond this domain, offering unparalleled opportunities. This is the fundamental reason why all immortal inheritances send their most outstanding disciples there."

"Since those behind you have made such fierce declarations, I don't need to worry about you anymore," Ye Fan said with a smile. He was going to find a place to undergo his tribulation and needed to leave temporarily.

"I'll come find you for a drink at the Eccentric Palace soon," Ye Fan said, waving his hand as he walked into the distance.

At present, everyone believed that Ye Fan would surely go into hiding for a long time, not daring to show himself. Otherwise, just the two pieces of green copper he possessed would drive the great forces of the Central Domain mad.

However, no one expected that while the outside world was still in an uproar, astonishing news would arrive.

Ye Fan underwent his tribulation. The chosen location was right outside the Yin-Yang Sect, an extremely arrogant act. He blocked their main gate and triggered the Heavenly Tribulation, which bombarded the area for more than half a day.

In the end, everything outside the Yin-Yang Sect's central pure land was leveled, turning into scorched earth where not a blade of grass grew. Had it not been for the sect's heaven-deceiving formation patterns, the area would undoubtedly have been completely flattened, with nothing left.

As soon as this news broke, the Central Domain was thrown into turmoil, and everyone was greatly astonished. The Sacred Body was too powerful, daring to undergo tribulation right at the main gate of a supreme great sect, destroying everything. It was truly audacious.

"The Yin-Yang Sect must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck! To be besieged within a divine land built over hundreds of thousands of years — how humiliating!"

"You don't know, that Heavenly Tribulation was terrifying! If not for the four types of Great Emperor formation patterns circulating in the world, capable of deceiving the heavens, the Yin-Yang Sect would probably have been razed."

"This is the Sacred Body's declaration of war, strongly warning those with malicious intentions towards him: if pushed too far, he's capable of anything."

Such an event occurred so soon after the Battle of Qinling, alarming Sect Masters from all sides. Many remained silent, realizing that the rise of the Sacred Body was likely unstoppable!

In ancient times, a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body could contend with an ancient Great Emperor. Now, a person who had broken the curse had appeared in the world. If he matured, he would likely re-establish the invincible glory of old.

"How long has it been? He's already a powerhouse at the ninth transformation of the Dragon Transformation realm, about to enter the Immortal Platform Secret Realm!"

When people learned of this, they were even more alarmed. Many felt restless, unsettled by his incredibly fast growth rate.

"This is the true prodigy! Peerless in Source Arts, formidable in battle, advancing by leaps and bounds. In the future, how many will be able to stop him?"

"Why hasn't Wang Teng made a move yet? Will the immortal inheritances try to nip him in the bud?"

Many people were watching, quietly waiting.

Ye Fan, feeling refreshed after undergoing his tribulation outside the Yin-Yang Sect and turning the surrounding area into scorched earth, decisively escaped without delay.

This was because the sect possessed a transmitted Saint Weapon, once wielded by an ancient Saint, making it unparalleled and not to be provoked.

The entire Yin-Yang Sect was practically fuming with rage. This time, they had been humiliated beyond words. Since the sect's founding, no one had dared to block their mountain gate and act so arrogantly.

In an ancient town, Ye Fan sat in a small tavern, pouring and drinking by himself, quietly listening to people's discussions, a faint smile on his face.

"Arrogant, so arrogant! I heard the people of the Yin-Yang Sect are practically insane, searching the whole world for the Sacred Body."

"Hmm, the Northern Emperor has declared that as long as Ye Fan makes an appearance, he will surely kill him!"

"Last time, Wang Teng suffered a huge loss against the Sacred Body in Qinling, nearly being crushed to death by the Nine Li Map and losing all face."

"The Sacred Body truly dares to do anything!"