Chapter 674: Eternal Exile

The Ji family's suspended island was pierced, and the ancient chariot plummeted, raising smoke and dust that soared skyward as rubble shot through the clouds. Wang Teng, wielding the Heavenly Emperor Sword, severed his own forearm, and blood flowed.

After such a world-shaking attack, this was the unexpected outcome: the Northern Emperor, proclaimed as invincible among the younger generation, suffered a significant loss.

The scene was silent, all spectators stunned. No one had anticipated this result—how could Wang Teng, a rare formidable opponent rumored to be the reincarnation of an ancient emperor, lose an arm?!

Aside from Wang Chengkun's anguish, no one spoke, silently observing the sudden and unforeseen turn of events.

The Sacred Body's overwhelming power sent shivers down everyone's spines. This was a blatant slap in the face for the Wang family; their proud Imperial Son was immediately stained with blood across the sky, a truly tragic sight.

Previously, the Wang family had been arrogant and condescending, believing Ye Fan to be nothing more than a pile of dry bones on the imperial path, destined for demise.

Yet, this scene unfolded: their supposedly invincible Northern Emperor suffered a major defeat. All members of the Wang family felt their faces burn with shame and their hearts filled with immense worry.

It was now difficult to predict who would win or lose this battle; no one could draw a conclusion, as Ye Fan's attack was unexpectedly sharp.

A series of crackling sounds echoed.

Wang Teng's left arm twitched, bones making crisp sounds as they rapidly regenerated. Spiritual essence from all directions poured down like water, and his severed arm was restored to perfect condition almost instantly.

"Teng'er, be careful!" Wang Chengkun shouted from behind. If they weren't in front of a large crowd, and with their boastful words already spoken, he would have stopped the fight and led his people to surround and kill Ye Fan.

The Northern Emperor, who had never suffered such a major loss since his debut—even his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye remained unbroken during his battle with the Monkey King—now faced grave misfortune. His expression was so cold it could freeze water.

A sharp clang of a sword echoed.

With his sword resonating through the heavens, Wang Teng, clutching the Heavenly Emperor Sword and riding the golden ancient chariot, charged once more. His long black hair stood completely on end, and his eyes were as sharp as blades.

The Golden Sacred Sword, as thick and immense as a mountain, reached the sky and pressed down like a collapsing peak. Its roar was deafening, like a raging ocean, causing widespread trepidation.

Ye Fan swung the bronze coffin forward, as if wielding an ancient universe. The myriad heavens shook, and the suspended island began to disintegrate, unable to withstand the vibrations.

The Northern Emperor quickly retracted his sword, not striking down. He was testing Ye Fan, gauging the extent of his combat strength, then retreated to a distance like a divine phoenix soaring through the sky.

Ye Fan halted his arm, and the bronze coffin struck the void, instantly creating a terrifying abyss. Starlight flickered within, as if it connected to a star field.

"Whoosh!"

Wang Teng's eyes shone brilliantly, emitting two dazzling rays of light. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye reappeared, again slashing towards Ye Fan. It could not only see through origins but also functioned as the most formidable divine sword!

Ye Fan remained calm, using the bronze coffin to protect himself. The golden figure seated within his glabella, holding a small black gourd, shook it vigorously, sending forth a divine light like an Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger.

The Northern Emperor's gaze, sharp as a condensed sword, struck the light, producing a clang, but was ultimately incinerated by the nine-colored mist and dissipated into the void.

Moreover, the beam of light from Ye Fan's glabella did not slow down. It pierced through the void and surged forth, unstoppable, towards Wang Teng's head.

This time, the Northern Emperor was prepared, still aiming to assess Ye Fan's combat strength. His feet glowed, leaving a trail with each step, as he quickly retreated in his ancient chariot.

A wisp of divine light swept past, piercing a distant palace and instantly reducing it to ashes. Nothing remained; not even the Dao patterns inscribed upon it could resist.

How could the Sacred Body be so powerful? What kind of power did the vertical eye he opened truly contain? This was everyone's question, as they had been completely unaware of it before.

Wang Teng repeatedly probed, continuously attacking but avoiding direct confrontation. Meanwhile, Ye Fan was also preparing, intending to eliminate his opponent in a single strike, secretly channeling the nine-colored fiery threads from the black gourd.

"Myriad Spirits Dissolving into the Dao, As Numerous as the Sands of the Ganges!"

The Northern Emperor suddenly roared. All the various powers of the world transformed into the rules of the Dao: the essence of plants, the brilliance of the scorching sun, the faint light of stars, and the origin of the cosmos—all poured down.

In this world, every spiritual entity and every force transmuted into the rules of the Dao, turning everything into traces of the Dao, forming interwoven patterns that crisscrossed the void.

This was an exceptionally terrifying divine art, making one feel as if trapped in a nightmare, impossible to resist. There were countless spiritual beings in the world; if all were summoned to dissolve into the Dao, they would be endless, hence the phrase "as numerous as the sands of the Ganges."

Between heaven and earth, dense networks appeared everywhere—silver, purple... myriad spirits dissolving into the Dao, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, forming a grand Dao net that descended.

Behind, even figures like the Southern Demon and Zi Tiandu were moved, and the various sect masters felt a chill. This secret art was exceedingly unusual, transforming all things in heaven and earth into Dao principles, borrowing all power of rules for one's own use.

Silently, the massive net descended, isolating the outside world and forming a small self-contained world. It operated the principles of the myriad Daos, aiming to dissolve all enemies.

"Break for me!"

Ye Fan roared. A divine flame flashed in his glabella, and a giant Fusang tree shimmered into existence before him. Its leaves, like golden essence, clanged, and nine Golden Crows, like nine suns, flew out from it.

"Boom!"

The nine golden divine birds unleashed surging flames, incinerating everything. They tore apart all the threads of law and shattered the rules above them.

"The True Sun Scripture!" someone exclaimed, recognizing the technique. Its divine power was almost identical to that described in the ancient legends of the True Sun Scripture.

"No wonder," others realized, "the Sacred Body obtained the True Sun Scripture and cultivated True Sun Fire!"

At the same time, many felt a shiver of fear. This was a terrifying ancient scripture, one of the origins of human cultivation, traceable back to the primordial era.

In the ancient past, humanity possessed two great ancient scriptures, the Lunar and the Solar. Profound and unfathomable, they carried the boundless wisdom of ancient people and were said to originate from another star field.

Later, as humanity flourished, several ancient great emperors had studied these two scriptures, gaining infinite inspiration before creating their own cultivation methods.

Therefore, the Lunar and Solar scriptures were also known as "Mother Scriptures," holding profound significance. Unfortunately, they had been lost for too long and could not be found.

Ye Fan, having integrated a Bodhi Seed into his body, circulated the profound techniques of the True Sun Scripture, controlling the nine-colored fiery threads and manifesting an inexplicable power.

The divine Fusang tree rose, massive and verdant, its trunk and leaves both golden, burning with fierce flames. Nine Golden Crows circled, destroying the power of the dissolving Dao.

"Boom!"

Everything vanished. The Dao traces were eradicated, ceasing to exist. Only sacred flames burned between heaven and earth, as the nine Golden Crows charged together towards the Northern Emperor.

"Is the True Sun Scripture really this powerful?" people wondered, their faces filled with uncertainty. The Wang family members looked grim, as the Sacred Body had exceeded all their expectations.

"Cross-Shaped Star Domain Intersection!" Wang Teng roared, forcefully drawing with his hands. A massive cross-shaped rift appeared in the sky, and vast spatial cracks extended from it.

Like a dream yet an illusion, a cross-shaped star field materialized, resembling linked stars intertwined, suspended in another part of the void.

"Bang!"

This was an astonishing collision. The misty threads from the ninth level of the fiery domain, seemingly capable of burning down all heavens, violently clashed with the cross-shaped star field, sending up endless ashes.

Brilliant! Blazing! Savage!

Wave after wave of mighty Dao power impacted, like tsunamis hitting the shore or a galactic river crashing into ancient stars, turning the area into a desolate land.

When everything disappeared, the cross-shaped star field was obliterated, and the ancient Fusang tree and Golden Crows also vanished, their flames extinguished.

"So that's it," Wang Teng murmured to himself, as if he had grasped the truth. He said gravely, "Sacred Body, I will make you understand that a gap is a gap; no one can reach the heavens in a single step!"

Ye Fan was calculating whether he could draw all the Wang family members into the conflict. He wanted to achieve complete victory in one battle, eliminating all the great enemies of this clan, carefully observing the terrain and positions.

The Northern Emperor left his ancient chariot and sat cross-legged in the void. He moved his hands and roared, "Everything ends now! Eternal banishment! Heaven-Chaos Secret Art!"

The void twisted, and the ten directions were obliterated. Countless abysses appeared in the heavens and earth, extending towards different planes; this was a chaotic time-space anomaly.

"The Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor's... Heaven-Chaos Secret Art!"

Someone exclaimed, certain that Wang Teng had fully inherited and mastered an incredibly terrifying secret art that could banish people into unknown time and space.

More precisely, it forcibly plunged one into an unknown dimension, shaking heaven and earth, locking them away forever, making them vanish from this world.

Ye Fan resisted, summoning the bronze coffin and activating the small black gourd, attempting to disintegrate the attack with surging sacred flames. However, this secret art was too strange; once unleashed, countless layers of spatial abysses appeared. Burning through one only revealed another, endless and boundless.

"Whoosh!"

With a muffled sound, the spatial abyss swallowed Ye Fan, then another abyss converged, overlapping, and Ye Fan was plunged into endless spatial turbulence.

"Heaven-Chaos Secret Art, eternal banishment!" the Northern Emperor roared, suddenly opening his eyes, standing up, and descending onto the golden ancient chariot.

Ahead, the endlessly layered void completely vanished, closing permanently. Ye Fan had been cast into a minor dimensional space unknown to anyone, disappearing without a trace.

"What?" "This is too terrifying!"

All the powerful figures bristled, a chill running from head to toe. The Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor's secret art was terrifying, almost demonic; it could banish any opponent, no matter how strong.

Once one entered such an boundless dimensional space, there was almost no way back; they would remain there until their life essence was depleted and they perished, utterly unable to find a way home.

This was an invincible secret art, created by the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor, a supreme imperial technique that allowed the weak to defeat the strong. No matter how great one's divine abilities, once struck, they would be eternally banished.

"No, Little Ye Zi!" Ji Ziyue shrieked, tears streaming down onto her purple robes.

"Ye Zi!" Pang Bo also roared.

"Little Ye Zi, how could this happen!" Li Heishui and Wu Zhongtian also cried out, gazing into the void, glaring furiously at Wang Teng, their hearts filled with anguish.

"Hahaha..." Wang Chengkun burst into laughter, feeling incredibly pleased. The Northern Emperor's might was unstoppable, and he felt immensely gratified.

Everyone else's faces paled. With just this single technique left by the Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor, what master could the Northern Emperor not deal with? Even living fossils could be banished!

This peerless secret art was almost unsolvable, a technique developed by an ancient great emperor with his life's work. It was invincible, renowned for allowing the weak to overcome the strong!

"The Northern Emperor truly lives up to his name; just a small demonstration of his power is enough. Who can stop him in the world today?" "He is indeed a prodigy; at this age, he already stands supreme, leaving even the older generation helpless. He truly deserves to be called the reincarnation of an ancient emperor!" "A true Heaven's favored, he has indeed stepped over the Sacred Body's corpse, advancing along a blood-stained path, surely destined to prove the Dao in the future!"

Many people stepped forward, and those with good relations with the Wang family showered them with continuous praise and admiration.

In fact, everyone else implicitly agreed; such a Northern Emperor was indeed hard to resist. Even a distant great bandit frowned, filled with apprehension.

In the boundless chaotic heavens, there was eternal darkness and cold, seemingly without end. Ye Fan drifted continuously, unable to perceive the passage of time. It felt like millions of years had passed, yet also like an eternal instant. He desperately pondered a way back.

Silent, cold, and dark, devoid of hope, he sat alone on the ancient bronze coffin, drifting endlessly in one direction.

He felt as if lost in an ancient universe, unable to find his way back. Sitting on the bronze coffin, he meditated deeply, attempting to use his own heart to pinpoint the return path.

"The path I have walked, the Dao I have experienced, the laws I have perceived..." he muttered to himself, constantly deducing, gradually calming his mind.

Finally, his Dao and heart converged. Traces of the Dao swirled around him, and the origin of his heart shone brilliantly. Together, they resonated, producing Dao sounds in the eternal darkness.

His entire body became crystalline, and a guiding light, faintly discernible, rose within his heart, pointing towards a direction. Ye Fan broke through the minor dimensional space and began his long journey.

There was no end in sight. He broke through one desolate void after another, yet always failed to find his way back.

However, he did not give up. Seated on the small bronze coffin, he silently recited an ancient scripture. Though only a few hundred words long, it was as profound and unfathomable as a heavenly book.

It was the scripture originating from the ancient bronze coffin, which he had been studying for years. He had never fully comprehended it; it didn't seem to be a cultivation method and was entirely beyond understanding, yet it could calm his mind and focus his spirit.

Word after word flew out, imprinting themselves onto his heart, like gentle trickling streams. They nourished his spirit and replenished his physical essence.

Enlightening his heart, himself, and the Dao, the light within him grew brighter. He entered a wondrous state of Dao-self unity, guiding him forward. This was his true self merging with the Dao, something normally impossible to achieve.

Yet, he achieved it at this moment. It must be said that Ye Fan was incredibly talented in cultivation; his current strength, gained after ten years of arduous training, proved everything.

With the light in his heart burning brightly, his true self became the Dao, guiding him home. He broke through the mist, traversed endless voids, and embarked on his journey back.

"We said it long ago: what is the Sacred Body compared to our Teng'er?" the Wang family members laughed.

Wang Chengkun was immensely satisfied. With such a son, he was naturally proud. Standing before the golden ancient chariot, he looked at Ye Fan's old friends with utter disdain.

"The Sacred Body is useless; he's nowhere near as good as my son!"

"Boom!"

The moment his words fell, the void shattered, and a bronze coffin burst out, striking him directly on the back. Half of his body instantly turned to a bloody pulp.

"Little Ye Zi!" Ji Ziyue, tears falling, shrieked, her beautiful eyes wide open.

"Ye Zi!" Everyone else also gasped in shock.

"Boom!"

At that moment, the black gourd in Ye Fan's glabella pulsed, and surging divine flames erupted, engulfing the golden ancient chariot.

"Ah..." Wang Teng's uncle, Wang Chengyun, bore the brunt of the attack and instantly became a human torch.

The Northern Emperor also screamed, half his body ignited, letting out a piercing roar.

This sight stunned everyone!