Chapter 728: Twenty-Four Heavens

Chapter 731: The Twenty-Four Heavens

Above the North Sea, countless figures densely packed the sky. There were sect masters from the land and ancient demons from the sea, all gazing intently.

Ahead, black waves surged heavenward, scattering the clouds and cleansing the azure sky. Two men stood in cold confrontation.

The tides surged, and enormous waves crashed. Ye Fan and the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King stood hundreds of feet apart. An invisible force field between them exploded with a thunderous roar, creating a ten-thousand-foot abyss. An endless volume of seawater rushed into the sky, exposing the seabed below.

This was the power of a contemporary prodigy. Without even striking, the invisible killing field created during their standoff was unbearable for ordinary people; anyone caught within it would face certain death.

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King was invincible among the younger generation in the North Sea. He had roamed the world without a single defeat, naturally possessing the capital to disdain all others in his era.

"Is he the last descendant of the Human Saint Emperor? I will claim this servant for myself," he said, staring at the child on Ye Fan's shoulder, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

The five-year-old child was well-behaved. Understanding that a great battle was imminent, he said nothing, only wrinkling his small nose and glaring at the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King with his bright black eyes.

"To make the last bloodline of the Human Saint Emperor your servant..." Ye Fan advanced step by step, his body enveloped in golden sacred light, like an ancient war god traversing time and space, emerging from bygone eras and lands.

"Indeed, he greatly resembles the legendary Human Emperor. It's only fitting that he become my servant," the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King said calmly, with his hands clasped behind his back.

"What are you? Even if an ancient Great Emperor were reborn, or an immortal reincarnated, I would still strike you down!" Ye Fan launched his attack.

Mountain-Holding Seal!

He stood in the void, embracing a mountain. A colossal black peak descended from the sky, instantly causing the heavens to collapse, the seas to roar, and the sun and moon to lose their light, transforming the world into a chaotic ruin.

"Rise!"

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King roared. Nine green dragons burst forth from behind him, rising against the heavens and coiling around the black peak, their bodies pressing deep into the mountain.

"Boom!"

The black mountain shattered, and the nine green dragons surged upward, powerful and robust. Each dragon was covered in menacing scales, appearing as if forged from cyan-gold, and they charged at Ye Fan with boundless ferocity.

"Hmph!"

Ye Fan stood firm as a rock. Facing the nine green dragons, he extended a massive hand, which instantly covered the sky and slapped downwards.

The Mountain-Holding Seal continued without cease!

His five fingers transformed into five golden mountains, pressing down and colliding with the nine true dragons. Cyan and golden light erupted, generating overwhelming waves of energy.

"Dragons Battle in the Wild!"

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King let out a mighty roar. The nine true dragons above him swirled, emitting roars like surging tides, shaking the heavens and earth.

Vast mountain ranges and boundless wilderness appeared. The nine dragons soared across them, as if they had arrived on an ancient land. They then plunged down, attacking the five golden peaks.

This was a collision akin to a comet striking the earth!

One vast mountain range after another emerged, stretching endlessly. The nine dragons circled and collided with the five golden mountains, unleashing endless light and infinite divine power that annihilated everything.

"Bang!"

Finally, Ye Fan's golden hand shook forcefully, shattering this space. Everything ceased to exist; the Mountain-Holding Seal and the true dragons all vanished.

From a distance, the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King exhaled a turbid breath, his expression composed. He said, "You haven't disappointed me."

Ye Fan remained silent, his expression solemn. This was an extraordinary adversary; no wonder he had roamed the world without defeat until now, earning the title of the North Sea's invincible rising expert.

This was a brilliant era where astonishing talents emerged from every region, each possessing exceptional abilities. The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King of the North Sea truly lived up to his reputation.

Ye Fan placed Xiao Tongtong into the Jade Pure Bottle. His entire being became ethereal, as if he were merging with nature, becoming one with the ocean and the void.

He advanced step by step, his aura vanishing as he synchronized with the world's pulse. He wielded the power of the Great Dao, striking forward.

Unity of Heaven and Man!

In the distance, many people showed surprise. Individuals who could resonate with the Dao were the most terrifying; they approached the origin of the Dao and often unleashed incredible power.

"At my level, do you think you can kill me with that?" The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King sneered slightly. He leaped up, and behind him, the Twenty-Four Heavens manifested!

In the distant sky, people gasped. How immense must one's divine power be to manifest such a spectacle? The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King was incredibly ambitious, attempting to conjure the Twenty-Four Heavens by himself.

Although still hazy and only in its nascent form, this was undoubtedly a display of grand ambition. Who would dare to attempt such an evolution, who would dare to do this?

The Twenty-Four Heavens, like twenty-four gates to outer realms, opened in an instant, unleashing boundless world power, tens of thousands of auspicious clouds, and countless streams of propitious light, collectively suppressing Ye Fan.

Ye Fan merged with the heavens and the sea, pulsating in sync with all creation. He wielded the power of the Dao, emanating an immortal divine radiance.

Explosion after explosion echoed across the North Sea as Ye Fan, wielding the power of the Great Dao, clashed forcefully with the Twenty-Four Heavens, creating sounds like collapsing mountains and roaring tsunamis.

Endless light and boundless sound filled every inch of space, like massive stars shattering and scattering across the vast ocean.

Ye Fan withdrew from the Dao realm, no longer synchronizing with all things in heaven and earth. He manifested distinctly in the void, standing above the black ocean.

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King appeared high in the sky, with the Twenty-Four Heavens looming behind him. He resembled a divine sovereign at the center of all heavens and myriad realms, looking down upon all beings with supreme dominance.

"The Human Saint Emperor's last remaining bloodline as a servant isn't enough; you'll join him," his voice was chilling to the bone.

"You're scared," Ye Fan stated.

"Me, scared? I've roamed the world until now, and I still don't know how to write the word 'fear'!"

"You say all that merely to provoke me and find a weakness. This shows you lack confidence. You're afraid," Ye Fan retorted.

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King sneered, saying, "I'm merely stating a fact: both you and the Saint Emperor's descendant will be my servants."

"You're worried and afraid of losing to me, of shattering your myth of invincibility. Even if our strengths are similar, you are destined to lose this battle!" Ye Fan said calmly.

"Boom!"

The great battle erupted once more. This was a life-and-death struggle that swiftly passed five hundred rounds, dimming the sun and moon and causing the North Sea to boil.

Suddenly, at the eight-hundredth round of the battle, Ye Fan split into four. Three auspicious clouds surged from above his head, transforming into three additional true bodies. Each was himself, with solid flesh and blood, battle intent that split the heavens, and divine power like the sea. All of them roared simultaneously, shattering distant islands and causing the seawater below to dry up, evaporating completely and revealing the seabed ten thousand feet down.

"Ah..."

These manifestations of Ye Fan fought like madmen, their disheveled hair falling over their shoulders, eyes like daggers. They surrounded the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King, attacking with broad, sweeping movements, intent on smashing him into pulp.

It was an incredibly ferocious and domineering scene. Many cultivators in the distant sky were buffeted by these fluctuations like falling leaves, with numerous individuals plummeting from high altitudes.

"What? That's the peerless technique of the Eight Sceneries Palace Master, a divine art not meant to be passed down! How does he know it?"

"One Qi Transforms Into Three Pure Ones! This is a wondrous art that slays deities. How did it end up in his hands?!"

People were shocked, completely unable to comprehend it. Everyone's face was filled with astonishment.

The Lunar Divine Son's expression immediately changed. He said, "How can he know that? That's the divine art of my sworn brother, Yin Tiande. No one in the world can imitate it, and it hasn't been passed down!"

On the battlefield, the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King was truly startled, a chill rising in his heart. The legends surrounding this peerless secret technique were widespread and known to all, making it incredibly daunting.

According to legend, "One Qi Transforms Into Three Pure Ones" does not create mere avatars; a person can transform into three identical selves, each a true body possessing divine power identical to the original.

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King felt a chill. One Ye Fan was already terrifying enough, but now there were four of them. How could he possibly fight this?

He dared not fight to the death, instead darting left and right, trying to escape the battlefield. He wanted to wait for the effect of "One Qi Transforms Into Three Pure Ones" to disappear before engaging his foes in a full-scale assault.

Did Ye Fan truly master "One Qi Transforms Into Three Pure Ones"? The answer, of course, was no.

He had seen Yin Tianzhi use it. Now, he was merely using the "Dou" character secret to mimic its form. Only one "true body" could possess formidable divine power, but it could only last for a few breaths. Another "true body" was occupied by his nascent soul, capable of unleashing terrifying spiritual combat power, while the third was merely a physical manifestation without substantial power.

In the field, his main body stood in the center, unbelievably fierce and domineering, unleashing its utmost combat power. The sight was naturally horrifying, and his roars shattered several desolate islands in the sea.

Fear rose in the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King's heart, rendering him unwilling to fight. He exposed a massive flaw, and Ye Fan's true bodies surged against the heavens, striking out fiercely.

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King split his combat power into four parts, simultaneously attacking Ye Fan's manifestations, attempting to break free and escape.

At that moment, Ye Fan disregarded everything else, focusing solely on activating the power of his main body. He unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, pressing forward relentlessly and overwhelming his opponent.

With this strike, six ancient universes appeared. Stars shifted, the heavens and earth were suppressed, the Twenty-Four Heavens were obscured, and everything vanished.

At this moment, people could only feel an ancient, vicissitudinous, yet unyielding and indestructible fist intent—shattering all heavens!

At this very instant, time seemed to freeze. In all the heavens and earth, there was only this one punch!

It was as if he could tear through ancient time and space, destroy everything in the present, and charge into the boundless future, unstoppable!

With one punch delivered, heaven and earth fell silent!

"Ah..."

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King screamed. First, his hands disintegrated inch by inch into dust, then his arms, followed by his head and torso, completely shattering.

Engaging the enemy with only a quarter of his combat power, how could he possibly withstand the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!

Only a mist of blood remained in the air. Everyone was stunned. A single punch that could collapse mountains and rivers—such a fist intent was terrifying beyond measure.

Was the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King dead? This was the question on everyone's minds.

The North Sea's invincible rising expert, who had never suffered a defeat in his life, was he now to be permanently erased from existence after his first loss? This outcome was too tragic.

"You killed me! You actually killed me!"

In the sky, a voice echoed like thunder, causing the thousand-mile expanse to tremble violently, as if an endless lightning tribulation were descending.

The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King!

Everyone was astonished. Shattered in the void, was he still alive? How immense must his divine power be to achieve this?

In the sky, a colossal green flood dragon materialized. It was truly immense, blotting out the sun and sky, towering like a majestic mountain range.

It incredibly possessed nine heads, each as grand as a mighty peak. However, one of them was shattered, a bloody mess, with blood dripping into the sea, staining the surface red.

"The Nine-Headed Flood Dragon King is born with nine heads and possesses nine lives. It seems the legend is true," muttered Venerable Mystic Tortoise in the crowd.

"For severing one of my lives, you cannot atone even with a hundred deaths! I will use your sacred blood to cleanse this humiliation!" In the sky, the immense, sprawling Flood Dragon King roared. Its eight gigantic heads dominated the heavens, casting vast shadows upon the sea.

"So you still have eight lives, is that it? Within eight moves, I will slaughter you like a dog!" Ye Fan's voice was not loud, yet it reverberated throughout heaven and earth, causing everyone to tremble with a shiver, as if they had heard the vow of a god or demon.