Chapter 670: Ye Fan's Two Major Killer Moves

Chapter 674: Ye Fan's Two Trump Cards

Even the gate towers of the Ji Family floated in the air, enveloped by clouds and mist. Some islands were suspended, from which silver waterfalls cascaded, creating a magnificent sight.

“Who dares to make such a ruckus?” shouted a member of the Ji Family. An elderly cultivator stepped out.

However, an even faster figure appeared. A grand elder from the Wang Family, who had been guarding outside, waiting for Ye Fan to arrive, wanting to ambush him, transformed into a streak of light and shot forward.

“Puff!”

From his glabella, a precious tree shot out, shattering a phantom in front. A dull thud resonated in the sky, and endless divine light burst forth.

“An Emperor goes forth unhindered! Does your Wang Family truly believe it can produce an Emperor? I will come to kill you all!” Only this sentence echoed in the azure sky. What had just been destroyed was merely an illusion created by a talisman, not the true body.

“Holy Body, where do you think you’re going?!” The Wang Family's grand elder pursued, but after scanning in all directions with his divine sense, he found nothing. He retreated dejectedly, his face devoid of honor, as it was clear the true body had not appeared.

Suddenly, a divine source block, intricately carved with dense runes, appeared. It exploded on the spot, creating a black abyssal void. The Wang Family's grand elder screamed as half of his body was torn apart.

Had it not been for the Ji Family's incomplete Great Emperor divine formation guarding the area, capable of stabilizing the surrounding void, this divine source block — carved with millions of runes — would have been enough to utterly annihilate him.

But this was enough. Countless eyes in the Southern Domain were watching, and all were shocked. The Holy Body dared to be so audacious, so powerful!

What other trump cards did he have? Would he truly come to the Ji Family in two days? What would he use to resist the Void Ancient Mirror, and how would he contend with the Northern Emperor?

Naturally, Ye Fan's true body had not appeared. By then, he had already traveled tens of thousands of miles, arriving in a barren wasteland.

This was a peculiar place: barren red earth where no grass grew, riddled with wide cracks several meters across, and completely scorched. Flames shot into the sky, their intense heat palpable even from afar. Divine flames surged, almost collapsing the void itself.

The Fire Domain! Many years had passed, but Ye Fan had returned here. Back then, he had been chased into this place, narrowly escaping death. He underwent a trial by fire, tempered the Myriad Manifestation Mother Qi Cauldron, and cultivated diligently for half a year.

He had passed through five layers of the Fire Domain. The sixth layer, known for the ‘Purple Qi Coming from the East,’ had almost incinerated his body and spirit. If not for the Bodhi Seed protecting him, even the mighty Holy Body would have turned to ash.

Now, revisiting the familiar place, Ye Fan could withstand the purple flames even without holding the Bodhi Seed. He didn't stop and entered the seventh layer.

Here, five-colored flames, known as the True Five Elements Fire, flowed and swirled like mist. The temperature was even more scorching; ordinary grand elders couldn't endure it and would be reduced to charcoal.

Back then, he had used these terrifying flames to burn a Supreme Elder of the Ji Family alive at the Carefree Sect, allowing him to escape.

Ye Fan strode forward, directly entering the eighth layer of the flame zone. This place was inaccessible even to peak Holy Lords; even an Emperor's true body could be refined into ashes here.

In this era, only Daoist Crow had ever entered, refining divine mutton-fat jade iron there. As he was a Fire Crow, born from divine fire, he had no fear.

For thousands of years, Ye Fan was the second person to enter the eighth layer of the Fire Domain. Relying on his unparalleled Holy Body, he withstood the burning of the seven-colored flames.

Seven kinds of misty threads swirled around. They weren't particularly dense, but their temperature was astonishing, utterly beyond the resistance of sect masters, capable of incinerating all heavens.

Ye Fan’s physique surpassed that of a Holy Lord, yet his entire body felt like it was tearing apart; he barely managed to resist. The heat was so intense it even threatened his Holy Body, indicating its terrifying power.

However, this was still not his goal. He walked further, reaching the edge of the ninth layer of the Fire Domain. The scorching temperature ahead was terrifyingly immense, enough to make one feel like they would burst apart even from a distance.

The ninth layer of the Fire Domain, a true death zone, had remained impenetrable for thousands of years. From a distance, Ye Fan saw dozens of human-shaped ashes.

“Who dared to trespass into the ninth layer of the Fire Domain?” His heart trembled. This was a place of certain death, yet throughout endless ages, so many had tried to enter.

The nine-colored flames seemed to transcend the mortal realm, burning as if in another grand world. Dreamlike and terrifying, the nine-colored misty threads pulsed, destroying everything.

This was Ye Fan's objective: to collect the divine flames from the Fire Domain's deepest layer, to use against his many powerful enemies. Observing the battle of the Fire Qilin Turtle had reminded him of this place.

“Can I enter the ninth layer?” Ye Fan took out the Bodhi Seed. Without it, he wouldn't dare risk it, as the eighth layer was already his limit.

“When all sins of the world combine, they form Karma Fire, capable of destroying all gods. The Bodhi Seed attained enlightenment by resisting Karma Fire alone; I hope it can also block the sacred flames of the Fire Domain’s final layer.”

Ye Fan experimented, placing the Bodhi Seed into a magical artifact and casting it into the ninth layer of the Fire Domain. He found that it remained undamaged, warding off the flames and not being incinerated.

This greatly reassured him. He retrieved the Bodhi Seed, held it in his hand, and strode forward, entering alone into the deepest part of the Fire Domain, a place of endless terrifying legends.

The nine-colored sacred flames pulsed, as if countless gods and devils were wailing throughout the sky. Various mysterious, ancient sounds echoed in his ears, making it feel as though he had entered a battlefield of gods.

The terrifying temperature made him feel uncomfortable even while holding the Bodhi Seed; it felt as if his skin was tearing and he was nearing suffocation. He was the first person in thousands of years to reach this place.

Ye Fan prepared to collect this flame with the Myriad Manifestation Mother Qi Cauldron, as only it could withstand such temperatures. Other weapons would likely be instantly reduced to dust.

Suddenly, his heart stirred. He discovered a black gourd inside the Myriad Manifestation Mother Qi Cauldron. When he pulled out its stopper, a flash of chaotic light appeared and then vanished.

“It…” Ye Fan had almost overlooked this treasure. He had seized it from the Saint Son of Zifu long ago and had studied it for a long time without understanding its full capabilities or how to unleash its power.

However, the gourd's stopper was usable. Shaped like a mallet and gnawed by insects, when swung, it could emit a wisp of chaotic light, possessing extremely terrifying offensive power.

Back then, he had even mocked the Saint Son of Zifu for possessing a treasure but not knowing how to use it, only wielding the stopper in battle instead of the black gourd itself. Now, after holding it for so long, he was doing the same. “Since I don’t know its divine abilities, I’ll try using it to contain the sacred flames of the tenth layer of the Fire Domain.” His heart stirred with this decision. If it was a divine artifact, it certainly wouldn't be destroyed, and if it turned to ash, it wouldn't be a great loss.

The black gourd contained some True Lunar Water, which instantly evaporated in the ninth layer of the Fire Domain. Then, the black gourd sank, plunging forward, and under his urging, it began to drink like a whale, greedily swallowing the nine-colored sacred flames.

“It’s not afraid of the most terrifying flames!” Ye Fan was greatly astonished, realizing that he had truly overlooked a divine material.

The black gourd emitted no divine power, yet under his control, it acted like a bottomless pit, seemingly intent on draining the ninth layer of the Fire Domain dry, continuously sinking and rising.

“So many flames, enough to burn more than a dozen Holy Lords to death…” Ye Fan felt a surge of insane impulse, believing he could definitely accomplish something terrifying and world-shaking with this.

The black gourd seemed to have been born at the dawn of creation, as if it wanted to swallow the entire Fire Domain. Ye Fan cautiously extended a wisp of his divine sense inside and discovered it was like an ancient universe!

“This black gourd is truly unnerving. It doesn't seem to be refined; it appears to have grown naturally between heaven and earth.” Ye Fan stroked it, observing the ancient and natural patterns on its surface.

Ultimately, he dared not absorb any more sacred flames, because a slight shake caused sounds like mountains collapsing and tsunamis erupting. There were too many flames, and he feared he wouldn't be able to control them.

“Is it truly a supreme sacred artifact?” Ye Fan was skeptical. Even its stopper had been gnawed by insects, yet it could emit chaotic light. He was left speechless.

Suddenly, at the very end of the Fire Domain, a strange sound was heard, like a soft sigh, or perhaps a creature crawling.

“What’s going on?” Ye Fan’s heart tensed.

The end of the Fire Domain was a place of dead silence, only a few miles in circumference, completely barren and devoid of life, without even a flicker of flame. So how could there be sounds now?

“A small tree?!”

He opened his eyes wide in astonishment. At the end of the Fire Domain, a small tree appeared, moving rapidly, as if it had legs, advancing on its own.

“No, it’s a type of flame.”

His expression froze. Activating his Origin Heaven Divine Eye, he clearly saw its true form: it was a cluster of flames, yet it had transformed into a strange tree, over half a meter tall.

“Could those legends be true?!” Ye Fan was startled.

Regarding the Fire Domain, there were many legends, many of which were almost absurd.

For instance, one ancient text recorded that an immortal had been burned to death in the deepest part of the Fire Domain. Another ancient text noted that the Desolate Pagoda had appeared here, floating and sinking for thousands of years.

There were also records stating that the nine layers of the Fire Domain contained a total of ten types of flames, but the tenth kind had no root or source and had only appeared a few times throughout history.

“The tenth type of flame, it truly exists!”

Ye Fan’s expression was one of disbelief, filled with shock and awe. He had witnessed it with his own eyes.

The small tree wasn’t tall, but it was incredibly vigorous, coiled like a dragon. The flames pulsed, seemingly capable of incinerating all heavens and collapsing eternity!

“The tenth type of flame burned an immortal to death…”

Ye Fan thought of those legends, and his scalp tingled. Although this cluster of flames was small, if it surged towards him, he might instantly turn into a pile of black earth.

At that moment, he witnessed an incredible sight: as the small tree burned, its flames were actually composed of runes, one after another!

Small worlds collapsed one after another, then recombined, utterly bizarre. It truly could incinerate all heavens and collapse eternity, yet ultimately, it repaired itself!

Ye Fan stared at the flames composed of runes for a long time. Only when the small tree sank into a dark ancient cave did he regain his composure and leave the place.

“With less than two days left, what other methods can the Holy Body employ?” Outside, everyone speculated on how Ye Fan could possibly enter the Ji Family; it seemed utterly impossible.

The Void Ancient Mirror, an Emperor Weapon capable of crushing all heavens throughout eternity—no one could resist it unless a Great Emperor was resurrected!

How could Ye Fan go to the Ji Family and take away Little Moon? Even with the help of Red Dragon, Battle Saint Ape, and others, it wouldn't be possible. A single wisp of Emperor's might could turn him to ash.

“He’s walking to his own doom, and he can’t blame anyone else. When future generations mention the Holy Body, all they will remember is that he was merely a stepping stone for my son on the path to becoming an Emperor.” Wang Chengkun said, hands clasped behind his back, looking out the window.

“It is his sorrow to have been born in the same era as Teng’er. He is destined to be nothing more than a green leaf. As various kings rise, he will be the first to fall at Teng’er’s feet, his blood staining the path to Emperorship.” Wang Teng’s uncle nodded.

Tens of thousands of miles away, Ye Fan frowned, falling silent. How to counter the Void Ancient Mirror became his greatest challenge, unless he could borrow an Emperor Weapon for his own use.

Now, he had collected the sacred flames from the ninth layer of the Fire Domain, fearing no Holy Lord. However, he still lacked an Emperor Weapon for deterrence, otherwise, all his efforts would be in vain.

“I can only take a desperate gamble and carry it out!” Ye Fan made a decision and strode towards the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.

This was a forbidden zone of life, into which no one had dared to enter since ancient times. Even peerless Human Emperors would turn to dust upon entering; no one could withstand the power of “desolation.”

Outside the forbidden land, ancient trees towered, presenting a primeval landscape. Inside, it was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, a deathly stillness, without a single sound.

Ye Fan took out all his jade bottles containing divine spring water. He also bit into an eight-trigram-shaped sacred fruit, its fragrance permeating his bones and soul. He had only a few left, but he could only afford such a luxurious indulgence, allowing the aura of life to envelop him.

Finally, he rushed in like a bolt of lightning, disappearing into the deepest part of the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.

After an unknown period, a tremor echoed from the depths of the forbidden land, like the primordial resonance of the universe's birth, causing hearts to palpitate and souls to feel as if they would leave their bodies.

Nine dragon corpses lay scattered, and from a giant bronze coffin, Ye Fan painstakingly carried a small coffin on his back, sweating profusely, walking out one step at a time.

“The Void Ancient Mirror… I can block it!”

To rescue Ji Ziyue, Ye Fan had truly thought long and hard. He risked his life to carry this mysterious bronze coffin, intending to confront an Extreme Emperor Weapon.