Chapter 675: Slay My Ming Dao Technique

Firelight was like a sea, everywhere, as if the world had been set ablaze. Nothing else was visible except for wisps of nine-colored mist swirling.

It was incredibly hot. Even from a great distance, many palaces forged from refined gold melted and evaporated completely. Nothing remained.

On the scene, it was a tableau of an Asura hell. Howls rose and fell as most of the younger and middle generations of the Wang family were engulfed, struggling in the sea of fire.

Just moments ago, Wang Teng had achieved a great victory. Many people from his clan had come forward to congratulate him, gathering together, but now it had turned into a tragedy.

“Ah…” The Three Heroes of the Wang Family, the three young individuals hailed as the most powerful beneath Wang Teng, instantly turned to ash. After only a brief cry, they vanished forever.

Wang Chengkun’s vision darkened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Those were the hopes for the future of their Wang family, now dead.

“Ah…” Another sharp roar quickly ceased, leaving no sound. Wang Chengyun, a mighty cultivator of his generation, persisted for a moment, but the human-shaped torch finally turned to dust, not even a bone remaining.

Wang Chengkun’s heart ached so much he almost fainted. This was his own brother, a renowned warrior in the family, whose strength was unfathomable and not beneath his own. He was in the prime of his life, yet his life ended like this.

“No!” he cried out, but he was powerless to stop it. The great fire spread, engulfing heaven and earth; even his son, the Northern Emperor, was about to die.

“How could this be?” A Wang family elder’s eyes were splitting with rage. He wished he could pounce on Ye Fan and tear at his flesh. This was unbearable pain.

Screams rose and fell. In front of the golden ancient chariot, most of the Wang family had gathered, predominantly the younger and middle generations. Not a single person survived; they were all annihilated!

This was where their hopes lay; these were the pillars of their future. However, in one swift moment, they turned into smoke, and years of cultivation, effort, and resources were all wasted.

“Ah…” Finally, two more screams were heard. Two other relatively “young” mighty cultivators died unnatural deaths, erased from the world.

This fire was too devastating; it had burned three mighty cultivators of the Ji family to death. If Wang Chengkun had not been sent flying with half his body shattered by the bronze coffin, he too would have died under the divine flames.

“How ruthless, how ruthless!” The Wang family’s Xuanzu and the remaining seven or eight individuals were all trembling, too furious to speak. The elites who had accompanied them to the Ji family were annihilated just like that; the losses were incalculable.

Three mighty cultivators had died, and almost all of the younger and middle generations of outstanding talents were annihilated. This pain was too tragic; it would take decades to replenish the fresh blood, creating a severe generational gap.

What terrified them most was that the family's young leader, Wang Teng, was in mortal danger, on the verge of perishing. The flames had burned his body to cinders, and it seemed there was nothing that could be done to save him.

The Northern Emperor was indeed very powerful. Even a sect leader, if enveloped by the nine-colored flames, would surely die, yet he had persevered until now, fighting against death.

Although the nine-colored mist had engulfed even his head, he still had not perished. He roared fiercely, resisting the divine flames alone.

This was a powerful physique, possessing a trace of immortal divinity. Many Holy Lords would feel ashamed in comparison; he was immortal even amidst the tribulation fire!

Ye Fan was also awe-struck. Although the Northern Emperor was a formidable enemy, he was truly too powerful. Ye Fan had not just unleashed a single divine flame; this time, he had overturned the black gourd, allowing the nine-colored sacred fire to engulf the entire area. Even so, it had not yet burned Wang Teng to death.

Even a living fossil would die if they came. No physical body could be this powerful, possessing the power of immortal divinity, transcending the mortal form!

“No wonder he could contend with the Battle Saint Ape,” some people muttered to themselves.

The Battle Saint Ape was the strongest royal lineage among the primeval beings in terms of physique. Yet, the Northern Emperor had fought a great battle with the ape in the Qinling Mountains. Although his physical body was at a disadvantage, they were almost comparable at that time.

However, Wang Teng finally couldn't hold on any longer. Most of his physical body had turned to charcoal, devoid of any vitality. It was impossible for him to truly block such flames; his destruction was only a matter of time.

“Teng’er!” The Wang family members cried out, no longer arrogant, their faces all pale. If the Northern Emperor died, the grand undertaking planned by the family would all come to naught.

“Slaying Heaven!” “Slaying Dao!” “Slaying the True Self!”

The Northern Emperor suddenly roared. From his head, a golden primordial spirit surged forth, manifesting as a deity. It then transformed into a Dao sword, striking downwards.

“Puff!” He had cleaved himself, his physical body turning to dust. A stream of pure energy surged upwards, protected by the Dao sword, ascending against the void. It re-formed his body, which was solemn and magnificent, like a god descending to the mortal realm.

What kind of profound art was this? Everyone was greatly astonished. From a certain death situation, he had actually escaped again, giving birth to a body like that of an Immortal King.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the sect leaders and several living fossils felt their hearts pound, almost crying out in surprise.

“Self-Severing and Dao-Enlightenment Art!” Finally, the Scarlet Dragon Daoist’s eyes paused, and he uttered these words. His mood seemed very heavy.

Many cultivators were astonished. This was a mysterious and terrifying ancient art: severing the past self, enlightening the Dao with the heart, transcending the present self, attaining the Dao of the future, and clearly seeing one's heart.

“This ancient art has reappeared!” No one was not surprised. This was an extraordinary art that astounded all ages, seizing the destiny of heaven and earth, immeasurable from ancient times to the present, and one of the most terrifying techniques.

“Could the legend be true, that the Ruthless One had four incarnations, and one was from the Chaotic Ancient Era?!” The Scarlet Dragon Daoist’s expression was solemn.

The Self-Severing and Dao-Enlightenment Art was rumored to be related to the Ruthless One. It was said that he shed his demonic body to give birth to a new divine embryo, then thrived for another lifetime.

In the sky, Wang Teng suddenly cried out, blood oozing from his entire body. Every inch of his skin was shattered, and he was almost a pulp of flesh.

“Fortunately, this is not the complete Self-Severing and Dao-Enlightenment Art.” The Scarlet Dragon Daoist seemed to let out a breath. As a living fossil, he had such an expression, so one could imagine the pressure on others.

“The Self-Severing and Dao-Enlightenment Art is recorded in the Immortal Heavenly Art. Neither in this era nor in the past has anyone ever obtained it,” the Fifth Great Bandit Wu Dao spoke.

In this era, both the Undying Scripture and the Unstarting Scripture were extremely mysterious. Except for two Great Emperors, they had never appeared in the world, making it impossible for outsiders to cultivate them.

“Boom!” Ye Fan had no intention of giving him a chance. At this moment, he made no effort to conceal his killing intent; he would kill anyone who tried to stop him. He shot up, the small black gourd between his brows spewing forth nine-colored sacred flames, instantly covering the sky.

“Teng’er!” The Wang family members cried out in alarm. Someone made a move, striking towards Ye Fan, but was blocked by the bronze coffin.

“Heaven-Shattering Secret Art, Self-Banishment!” Wang Teng gritted his teeth, and an endless dimensional abyss appeared, swallowing him whole. By doing so, he avoided the shocking blow and escaped the certain death trap.

Eternal darkness and endless chill swallowed the Northern Emperor, and he disappeared from his spot. Previously, he had banished Ye Fan using the Heaven-Shattering Secret Art, but now he had reversed it, burying himself within.

“Teng’er!” Wang Teng’s father lunged, accompanied by two elders. They intended to kill Ye Fan; the combined might of the three was incomparable and irresistible.

However, Ye Fan was fearless. As the saying goes, one force can conquer ten assemblies, and now with fire in hand, he was invincible. Unless a secret treasure that could counter his fire was found, they would only be courting death.

“Boom!” Divine flames danced across the sky. Nine-colored clouds swirled, like an endless starfield pouring down, intending to cremate the three mighty cultivators.

All three were formidable and possessed superb techniques, retreating immediately to evade the attack.

“Stop!” the Eighth Ancestor of the Ji Family roared.

“Retreat!” the Wang family's Old Ancestor also commanded, stepping forward personally.

“Om!” At the same time, a living fossil from the Ji family made a move. He did not want several important figures from the Northern Plains' foremost Ancient Aristocratic Family to suffer misfortunes, as it would cause much trouble in the future. He acted simultaneously with the Ji family's Holy Lord.

A great void cleave sliced out, instantly separating two realms. It forcibly created a void barrier between the sacred flames and the individuals, blocking both sides.

This was the Ji family's secret art. When it came to the study of space, no one surpassed them. Although the Heaven-Shattering Secret Art involved some aspects, it was not the fundamental divine art of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor.

The Void Great Emperor mastered the ultimate limits of space, unrivaled, possessing heaven-defying abilities. When facing any enemy, he was almost inherently undefeated, with no technique able to break him.

The last few pages of the Void Scripture contained truly forbidden imperial arts. To this day, those who had seen them either died or were buried in the cosmos.

Ye Fan did not pursue; he stood firm. He did not want to make things difficult for the Ji family; fighting them would be counterproductive.

“Teng’er!” Wang Chengkun cried out, his eyes red and extremely ferocious.

“Northern Emperor, I await your emergence, to truly kill you!” Ye Fan coldly snorted, a blaze of fire falling from between his brows, enveloping and protecting himself.

From a distance, everyone was terrified. Such dreadful flames could burn even living fossils to death, yet he remained utterly unafraid. People were horrified.

“The Saint Body is actually this powerful!” At this moment, everyone muttered to themselves. This was the very flame that had forced Wang Teng to self-sever, and he was now bathing in it.

“The True Scripture of the Sun truly lives up to its reputation as the Human Race’s Mother Scripture, capable of controlling all fires in the world!”

People did not understand how terrifying the sacred flames of the Ninth Layer of the Fire Domain were. Even with the True Scripture of the Sun, Ye Fan could not withstand them at present; only the Bodhi seed could overcome them.

“Is the Northern Emperor truly dead, lost in the dimensional space he created?” People were uncertain and astonished. Half an hour had passed, and he had not appeared. It was difficult to emerge alive after entering such a void.

“Dong!” Chaotic clouds scattered, and the void opened. The Northern Emperor burst out, and although he was covered in blood, he had stabilized his physical body, placing himself in a peak state.

“To cultivate the incomplete Self-Severing and Dao-Enlightenment Art to such an extent, it’s truly incredible!” people exclaimed.

Wang Teng could not use this to transform into a divine embryo. Only one person throughout history had achieved that, but the Northern Emperor had saved his own life through it, which was astonishing enough.

Ye Fan had no other recourse. Without a word, this time he manifested the black gourd, holding it in his hand and fully activating it. Endless nine-colored flames surged forth, covering the sky and earth.

Wang Teng was the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered, surpassing all previous ones. One could say that even Holy Lords would be afraid of him to some extent, yet Ye Fan did not feel any urgency.

“Do you really think my title as Northern Emperor is just an empty boast!?” Wang Teng was truly enraged. Since his emergence, he had been invincible, sweeping all before him, with no one being his match. Yet now, his physical body had been destroyed by someone.

“One of the Nine Secrets!” he roared, about to unleash a Nine Secret technique. At this moment, he had almost transformed into a deity. His left eye was a true dragon, and his right eye was an immortal phoenix.

“My treasure, please turn around!” Ye Fan said, originally a casual remark. His main intention was to activate the flames, collapse all heavens, and destroy the Northern Emperor. However, an astonishing scene truly occurred: from the black gourd, a concentrated ancient universe surged out, with endless stars condensing. Starfields shimmered as the cosmic starfield transformed into an immortal sword and flew out.

“Heh, it was too fast.” The immortal sword flashed past, instantly severing the Northern Emperor’s head, and then cleaved several more times, completely mutilating it!

Everyone was dumbfounded. What had just happened? How could the situation reverse so quickly? Wang Teng was about to make his move, but before he could act, he was slain.

“It’s that! It still exists in the world! It once cut down an ancient king in the Primordial Era!” Zi Tiandu suddenly stood up, his purple pupils emitting two intimidating beams of light.