Chapter 722: The World at My Feet

**Chapter 725: Dominating All**

Ye Fan descended from the sky and, with a single punch, shattered the Golden Crow Eighth Prince. His body parts scattered in five directions, and blood splattered onto everyone present.

"Ah..." The Golden Crow Eighth Prince's primordial spirit shot out, letting out a piercing shriek. The dazzling miniature golden crow, which represented his spirit, soared towards the sky, desperately trying to escape certain death.

"Poof!" However, Ye Fan gave him no chance. Like a divine devil dominating all, he extended a golden hand, seized the primordial spirit from among the clouds, and crushed it into dust.

From that moment, the Golden Crow Eighth Prince was forever erased from existence!

Everyone was stunned. It all happened too quickly. Ye Fan's movement technique was unparalleled; he descended from the sky and instantly killed the Golden Crow clan's future heir with the ease and swiftness of pulling a weed.

The Golden Crow Eighth Prince had killed a mighty cultivator as early as three years ago. He was a powerful and talented prodigy of the demon race, who had astonished the world.

Yet, such a demon prodigy, comparable to a sect leader, was shattered as if he were made of clay and utterly annihilated in a single breath, shocking everyone to their core!

"Eighth Brother!" a group from the Golden Crow clan roared. Streaks of golden light pierced the clouds, connecting heaven and earth, as they advanced to surround Ye Fan.

The death of a Golden Crow Prince was of immense significance, affecting their prestige and lineage. To be killed by a single punch was a grave vendetta that incited the fury of the entire clan.

In the center of the arena, Ye Fan stood majestically, showing no intention of fleeing. His purple robes fluttered, his eyes shone like stars, and his thick black hair danced in the wind as he stood alone, facing everyone.

"Do you also feel a collective outrage now? Did you feel that way when you killed the descendants of the Human Saint Empress? Is destroying the lineage of the ancient Sun Emperor not enough? You even spared no last drop of his bloodline?!"

Ye Fan stood alone against the many experts of the Golden Crow clan. Like a demonic god, he gazed down on everyone, his hands clasped behind his back, displaying not a hint of nervousness.

"You dare to kill our divine son? You have the audacity to defy heaven! This world will not tolerate you!" a Golden Crow clan commander roared, gripping a Green Blood Demonic Blade, his voice and expression filled with severity.

"Clang!" Ye Fan did not move, standing still with his hands clasped behind his back. However, he activated the 'Bing' character secret technique, and from a distance, a terrifying blade clang resonated, shaking heaven and earth.

"Poof!" The Green Blood Demonic Blade turned back on itself, and blood spurted several meters high. A severed head flew into the air, its face etched with shock and terror, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Everyone was stunned. The demonic blade had reversed, slicing open the commander's neck and severing his own head.

The emerald green blade light dyed the sky and sea a ghastly green, a truly horrifying sight. The sharp blade transformed into a green beam, shooting out and pinning down his primordial spirit, killing it instantly.

The scene was silent. Many people felt a chill run through their bodies, their skin prickling with goosebumps. This was simply too bizarre and terrifying.

In the center of the arena, only Ye Fan stood alone, his eyes clear, his hair light and shimmering. Facing everyone, he declared, "A mere commander dares to insult me?!"

"It's him! He actually escaped from the Eye of the Sea and reappeared in this world!"

"How is that possible? Once someone falls into that cage, they can never emerge for all eternity. How did he reappear?"

No one had ever escaped the Eye of the North Sea; it was a place where ancient saints were suppressed. How did he do it? The Golden Crow clan members were astonished. More than Ye Fan's overwhelming power, people were shocked by his ability to escape the Eye of the Sea and reappear in the world.

A golden light streaked across the sky, flying towards the reef ahead. A mighty cultivator made a move, intending to seize the sole child of the ancient Sun Sect, fearing that Ye Fan's sudden appearance might cause unforeseen complications.

The sky was clear, and the black sea undulated. Ye Fan stood alone between heaven and earth; with a single finger, he conjured a colossal golden cleave that descended, blocking the path.

That person was greatly startled and quickly dodged. He then spat out a golden arch bridge that pierced through the void, reaching directly to the submerged reef.

Furthermore, others also made a move to assist him. The most urgent matter now was to prevent any unforeseen complications and first secure the last remaining bloodline of the Sun Holy Sect.

"Om!" Suddenly, Ye Fan let out a mighty roar, emitting a grand celestial sound. It was like the beginning of all things, the genesis of the universe, representing the very origin of existence!

He was imitating the "Om" divine sound from the Buddhist Six-Character Mantra, activating it with the Dou Zhan Sacred Technique. It surprisingly possessed a Dao power capable of creating heaven and earth.

Back then, when the Nine Secrets clashed with Buddhist mantras, this divine sound had almost caused him to suffer defeat, leaving a deep impression on him. For four years, while cultivating all kinds of techniques in the Eye of the Sea, he had naturally also mimicked this sound using the Dou character secret.

At this moment, Ye Fan's mighty roar resembled the rumbling of the universe and the creation of heaven and earth. Behind him appeared a giant divine image, not a Buddha, but the figure of a young man with deep, yet sharp eyes, standing like a divine demon—it was himself.

This was not narcissism on his part, but a realization gained during his four years of enlightenment: one could emulate heaven and earth and nature, but one must never worship a single individual in cultivation; otherwise, achieving the Dao would be impossible.

The legendary Six Ancient Sounds possess the power to create heaven and earth; they are profoundly endless, supreme, and contain the universe's great power, great wisdom, and great compassion.

Back then, the ascetic monk had only mastered half a character, and the celestial sound he roared was incomplete. Now, Ye Fan's imitation is also not purely Buddhist chanting.

Nevertheless, this celestial sound was truly magnificent. The entire sky resonated with it, as Ye Fan imbued it with new divine power using the Dou character secret.

Behind him, the divine demon stood alone, roaring in unison with him, creating an incredibly terrifying sight. Golden sound waves could be clearly seen sweeping in all directions.

Heaven and earth trembled, the sea surged, and the four cardinal directions shattered. The more than twenty people rushing towards the reef all cracked under this mysterious ancient sound, instantly turning to dust and ceasing to exist.

As for the Golden Crow mighty cultivator, his golden arch bridge immediately collapsed, and his physical body could not escape the calamity either. Under the celestial sound evolved from the Dou character secret, a section of his body was destroyed, leaving only his upper half, which was then jointly rescued by those behind him.

The Buddhist Six-Character Mantra—Om, Ma, Ni, Pad, Me, Hum—is a supreme sacred art. Those who master it to the highest level can subdue all heavenly deities.

However, like the Daoist Nine Secrets, it has long been lost. Only a few of the oldest sacred temples each master a single character, and even if combined, it would be difficult to gather all of them.

In the distance, all members of the Golden Crow clan had ashen faces. Ye Fan was simply too powerful; with a mere shout, his grand celestial sound shattered half the body of even a mighty cultivator—it was truly terrifying.

In this era, few dared to oppose the Golden Crow clan. Even powerful inheritances like the Human King Palace and Guanghan Palace were unwilling to conflict with them. Yet now, someone dared to do so, and he was alone!

"Wuwu..." The sorrowful cries of the young child rang out, exceptionally mournful.

On the reef, the very young child, his small clothes tattered from a life of running, was haggard and weak, having almost had his body broken. His large eyes filled with tears as he clutched the old servant's broken, deformed arm, shaking it hard and crying out, "Uncle Jiang, don't leave me! Tongtong wants to rely on you for life, don't go!"

"I won't see you grow up, cough..." The old servant coughed up blood, his mouth full of bloody foam, and even his white hair was stained red. All the bones in his body were broken, his eyes had long lost all light, and he could no longer see anything.

He extended his already deformed arm, his rough hand weakly caressing the child's small face. As if unable to let go, he refused to move it away, clinging to his last breath.

Ye Fan stared at all the Golden Crow clan members; no one dared to approach. He descended, transmitting a stream of divine power to the old servant, hoping to feed him divine spring water, but found it was already too late.

Not only had this old servant's physical vitality been destroyed, but his primordial spirit had also shattered. The only reason he had lingered until now was because he couldn't let go of this child.

"The Human Saint Emperor... had immeasurable merits for humanity, making so many contributions... But even his descendants have been treated this way. I am unwilling... I had no ability to protect him... This is the Saint Emperor's last remaining bloodline."

The old servant gasped and trembled, as two lines of cloudy tears rolled down his aged face. Then he began to cough up large mouthfuls of blood, and his entire body started to crack open.

"Rest assured and depart. With me here, no one can harm him anymore!" Ye Fan spoke solemnly, his voice initially not loud, but gradually it echoed like divine thunder, ascending to the ninth heaven and descending into the nine underworlds, rumbling and shaking. The entire sky in all ten directions trembled, and the entire North Sea roared!

In the distance, all members of the Golden Crow clan changed their expressions. Ye Fan's voice carried a terrifying killing intent; for this child, he was clearly ready for a decisive battle, intending to unleash a massacre!

"Is that... really true?" The old servant could see nothing and could not even speak. Only his lips lightly touched, producing weak, gasping sounds.

"It's true. As long as I am alive, no one can harm him!" Ye Fan responded with the most concise words and firmness, reassuring him. This was the best promise he could give the old servant.

"Thank you... You must protect him, preserve... the Saint Emperor's last bloodline... The former Saint Emperor... bestowed immeasurable kindness upon humanity... We cannot... let him down..."

Finally, the old servant's lips turned cold, and even his faint gasps ceased. His primordial spirit shattered, about to dissipate completely.

"Uncle Jiang..." The child cried loudly, throwing himself into the old servant's cold embrace, wailing sadly. Tears blurred his bright, large eyes as he cried out, "Tongtong misses you, I won't let you leave! I have no other relatives, only you..."

He sobbed, constantly shaking the old servant's corpse, but sadly, there was no trace of life left.

"Accumulate Yang to become spirit, within spirit is form. Form is born from the sun, the sun is born from the moon. Accumulate Yin to become form, within form is spirit..." Ye Fan recited a sutra, the Daoist "Sutra of Salvation," forming a mysterious power between heaven and earth.

Ye Fan was surprised to find a wisp of essence light seem to fly out from the old servant's shattered primordial spirit, breaking through the void and disappearing under the protection of the Sutra of Salvation.

"Is there really such a thing as reincarnation?" Ye Fan didn't know; he had never witnessed it since ancient times.

A cultivator's primordial spirit can temporarily seize a physical body for its own use, but it still retains its original lifespan and will die once that is exhausted—which is completely different from true reincarnation.

Reincarnation is a new beginning, erasing everything from the past and starting a new life. There have been legends about it since ancient times, but no one has ever witnessed it, and there is no evidence.

"Uncle Jiang..." The child cried sadly, tears streaming down his face. His frail little body trembled as he lay sobbing in the cold embrace of the corpse, a sight too painful to witness.

"Killing our divine son, repeatedly offending our ways, a hatred for the entire clan—irreconcilable! Let the world kill him!" An elder of the Golden Crow clan roared, his voice growing louder and louder, shaking the sky until it collapsed. This ultimately caused the entire North Sea's turbulent waves to reach the clouds, almost submerging heaven and earth.

"Uncle... don't go, Tongtong misses you..." Amidst the roars of the crowd, a child's voice, so helpless and weak, cried mournfully.

Ye Fan, alone against over a hundred Golden Crow clan experts, exuded a chilling killing intent as he said coldly, "A clan's great hatred... to whom should the descendant of the ancient Sun Emperor complain? You even wish to destroy the Human Saint Emperor's last remaining bloodline. This is truly intolerable by heavenly principles and infuriates both humans and gods! This vendetta is indeed irreconcilable, and there's no need to reconcile it. Killing all of you will suffice!"

A murderous atmosphere, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, swept across the North Sea, bringing with it an overwhelming cold and desolation.