Chapter 730: Taiyin Divine Child

Chapter 733: The Son of Taiyin

The North Sea, spanning hundreds of millions of acres, was boundless and magnificent.

Ye Fan stood on the sea like a god or a demon, holding a translucent blood spear, its tip impaling the corpse of the Golden Crow Clan's peerless genius. This scene remained unforgettable in people's minds for many years to come.

Battle blood flowed and fell into the sea, a dazzling red. The youngest leader of the Golden Crow Clan was forever erased from the world.

No one spoke; the sea was silent. The stunning spear strike was too shocking, leaving everyone awestruck.

The terrifying Sacred Body's unique techniques destroyed even the ancient Fusang and Ancestral Crow, both formidable entities of the Golden Crow Clan, reducing them to nothingness and dominating all under heaven.

After an unknown period, people finally awoke from their stupor, and a clamor erupted. Everyone was discussing that with such might entering the mainland, Yin Tiande was sure to have a formidable opponent!

The Son of Taiyin stood in the distance, black mist swirling around him. He was perpetually shrouded in darkness, like an evil spirit from hell.

Retreat or face the challenge—this was a difficult choice. Given Ye Fan's current power, even if the Son of Taiyin was confident in his invincibility, the outcome of a direct confrontation would be hard to predict.

The Son of Taiyin, an existence powerful enough to make people tremble, was sworn brothers with Daoist Sanque of the Ancient Longevity Temple in the Underworld Ridge, and the Master of the Eight Sceneries Palace, among others, making him unfathomable.

Yet, at this moment, he showed a hint of wavering. It was clear how formidable Ye Fan was, making even someone of his caliber feel a sense of dread.

"I have no choice but to fight," he muttered to himself. Retreating like this would be a severe blow to his belief in his own invincibility.

Moreover, even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't, because the Sacred Body's speed was evident for all to see, surpassing even the Reverse Dragon Ascent Step.

Rather than being cornered and suffering further humiliation, it was better to truly fight to the death. He believed he still had a few chances of victory and could eliminate his opponent.

Mist drifted in, and black clouds billowed. An extremely Yin and cold aura permeated the area, reaching far and wide, bone-chillingly cold.

This was Taiyin Sacred Power, a primordial force whose application could be traced back to ancient times, capable of unfathomable manifestations.

Unfortunately, after the Ancient Taiyin Emperor passed away, his legacy changed hands. His descendants were all killed, and another clan took their place, appropriating his precious scriptures for their own use.

Ye Fan flicked his hand, and the corpse of Chiyang on the bloody spearhead split into more than a dozen pieces, falling into the sea like a shower of meteors.

The North Sea surged, massive waves reaching sky-high, rushing ten thousand *zhang* into the azure sky. All clouds were dispersed, leaving the heavens clean and clear.

From a distance, the Son of Taiyin let out a cold snort. An icy, bone-chilling cold instantly spread across heaven and earth, freezing eternity.

At that moment, even cultivators who had fled to infinite distances couldn't help but shiver, their bodies trembling, unable to withstand the profound cold.

An incredibly terrifying sight appeared before them: the massive waves that had surged ten thousand *zhang* high and shattered the clouds had all frozen, transforming into icy peaks!

The black North Sea was likewise completely frozen, forming a black continent of ice. The biting cold was so intense it felt as if one's bones would crack.

This was Taiyin Sacred Power, the ultimate Yin and softness, capable of freezing everything and turning all life into dead land.

It was a shocking scene; everything was frozen, as if suspended in that single instant, becoming eternal.

Every spray of water, every immense wave, was magnificent and grand, as if carved by the divine craftsmanship of the heavens, depicting a scene that stood perfectly still.

*Bang!*

Suddenly, a black ice spear shot through the air, carrying endless black mist and condensed immense Taiyin Sacred Power, piercing towards Ye Fan's chest.

The Son of Taiyin launched his attack, shattering the frozen world. The Taiyin energy, like a vast curtain descending from the heavens, surged forth unchecked.

Ye Fan unleashed a punch, creating a sound like shattering glass. The ice spear broke into dozens, even hundreds of fragments, transforming into sparkling crystal shards filling the sky, but the Taiyin energy remained undiminished, still surging towards him.

*Om!*

A soft hum echoed from all directions, as black ice spears appeared everywhere, filling every inch of space, like tens of thousands of arrows flying simultaneously towards a single point.

A light flashed between Ye Fan's brows, bright as a divine platform. Solar Sacred Power surged, transforming into countless manifestations, emitting infinite holy light that collided with the black ice spears.

In the air, a strange sound erupted as Taiyin and Solar energies collided, annihilating large swathes of space and turning it into a desolate void.

*Whoosh!*

A large flag appeared behind the Son of Taiyin, as black as ink, fluttering loudly, as if it had transformed the Nine Netherworlds for his use, radiating endless Yin energy.

Ye Fan shivered. This was a soul-chilling cold, capable of harming one's spirit and destroying one's cultivation foundation—it was terrifying beyond compare.

*Bang!*

His body trembled, and the Sacred Body seemed to ignite. Golden blood energy boiled, radiating brilliant golden light that enveloped him.

The Son of Taiyin gripped the cold, thick flagpole and shook it vigorously, instantly plunging the world into darkness. Meteors flickered and rained down.

These were parts of a small world contained within the flag's surface, now bursting into reality. Each meteor was boundless in size, possessing destructive power as it crashed down.

*Bang! Bang!*...

Ye Fan struck, each punch shattering a meteor with astonishing force. He seemed to be fighting against an ancient Taiyin cosmos!

*Whoosh!*

Standing in the darkness, the Son of Taiyin suddenly pointed the large flag downwards. The waters of the North Sea unfroze, and under the flag's tremor, they all evaporated, turning into black mist.

A shocking scene unfolded: with a single sweep of the flag, an unknown expanse of the sea was evaporated, revealing the seabed ten thousand *zhang* below. Black water surged into the sky, engulfing Ye Fan.

"Eternal Freeze!"

The sky-filling black mist transformed back into a sea, instantly freezing into a colossal black ice block, or rather, a black continent that filled the sky.

Ye Fan was sealed within it, an endless surge of Taiyin Sacred Power engulfing him, leaving no trace.

Behind them, people got goosebumps. The unfurling of the black flag was truly earth-shattering, containing concentrated Taiyin Sacred Power capable of destroying all living beings.

*Boom!*

Suddenly, the frozen black continent in the sky shattered. Endless blazing light shot forth, Solar Sacred Power surged, and Ye Fan broke through the seal, bursting out.

At the same time, dark light glimmered from his glabella, drawing in the boundless Taiyin Sacred Power from the sky and refining it for his own use.

"You've also learned my clan's ancient scriptures!" The Son of Taiyin exclaimed in surprise, shaking his large flag.

A deafening sound reverberated as the black water from the sky fell, returning to the sea and filling the ten-thousand-*zhang* deep dried-up hollow.

The Son of Taiyin opened his mouth and spat out an ancient black bell, crafted from unknown material. It absorbed all light and chimed ominously, full of ill omens.

Suppressing, death, coldness, profound chill, decay—all sorts of negative emotions erupted. This was a demonic bell that filled one with dread.

The King's Funeral Bell!

This was a weapon forged by an invincible king of old. Now, it was unleashing strange, negative powers, influencing people's minds.

Simultaneously, nine legendary Nether Bamboo appeared, as if cast from dark gold. They were not particularly tall but stood before him like a human shield, guarding him from behind.

People were terrified. Such a thing could actually be cultivated...

Legend had it that they grew in the netherworld, requiring nourishment from Taiyin Sacred Power to continuously grow and evolve into the ultimate killing weapons coveted by cultivators. Today, all nine appeared at once.

Most terrifying of all, a skull like dark jade flew out, shocking everyone. The skull was translucent and gleamed with black light.

Engraved on it were dense and intertwined Dao patterns, forming complex markings. Its seven apertures spewed forth primordial Taiyin Sacred Power, as if it could refine the entire world.

The skull of an ancient Saint!

Everyone was stunned, hardly believing their eyes. This was truly an invaluable holy object, impossible to acquire even with billions of gold.

"It's from the descendant of the Ancient Taiyin Emperor. Their inheritance was seized, and they were killed and refined into this form."

"Indeed, such a legend exists. Though he died, his resentment persisted, preventing it from being refined into a true Saint weapon."

People recalled the distant past, all shaken. This was a weapon with a profound origin.

Under normal circumstances, a Saint's skull could certainly be refined into a Saint weapon, but this one was an exception. Its resentment was too strong, preventing it from fully forming.

Nevertheless, it was still terrifyingly powerful, just one step away from transforming from a King weapon into a Saint weapon, far beyond the match of other armaments.

The Son of Taiyin could not engage Ye Fan in close combat, nor did he dare to unleash his full phenomenon, as that would be tantamount to suicide. In this battle, only long-range attacks, using immense magical power to activate ultimate killing weapons, could eliminate the enemy.

Ye Fan's expression grew solemn. The opponent's several weapons were highly threatening; even he had to treat them with caution, or he might genuinely suffer a bitter defeat.

*Whoosh!*

Before the Son of Taiyin, the black flag was the first to unfurl and fly forward. Its surface was like a black firmament, obscuring the sun, moon, and earth, suppressing everything like an ancient cosmos.

Ye Fan's expression froze. Each of his opponent's weapons was strange, all imbued with inexplicable sacred power. With a soft shout, an ancient, majestic mountain flew out.

It was the Profound Magnetic Mountain, seized from the Golden Crow Clan's old Daoist Xuanyi. It was a "rough jade" that, once its Profound Magnetic divine light was unleashed, could render all metal-essence weapons useless.

*Clang!*

The large flag trembled, its pole shattering, but the ancient cosmos formed by the flag's surface remained unaffected, still pressing down.

At the same time, the bell's chime shook the heavens. Black bell waves pierced through everything. This was a demonic King's Bell, incredibly terrifying, filling the sky and engulfing Ye Fan beneath it.

*Dong!*

A loud clang erupted as Ye Fan produced a gleaming precious *zhuo*. It shone like a silver moon in the sky, its divine power astounding all four seas. This was a weapon from the Eight Sceneries Palace, and though it was a replica, it was a true King-grade divine weapon.

The Vajra *Zhuo* and the Demonic King's Bell collided powerfully. This was a confrontation between divine weapons of the same caliber; one was bound to shatter!

*Shrieeek!*

The nine Nether Bamboo blocking the Son of Taiyin all moved, rushing forward like living beings, transforming into nine black shadows that attacked. They were incredibly strange.

"A single drop of a Saint's essence blood can kill a mighty expert. These nine Nether Bamboo possess the cadaveric aura of an ancient Saint after death. What kind of demonic bamboo have they cultivated?!"

In the distance, everyone was terrified. These nine Nether Bamboo were even more horrifying than people had imagined, harboring supreme evil spirits within them!

Ye Fan was also surprised. He hadn't expected that these nine Nether Bamboo, which he hadn't paid much attention to, seemed considerably more terrifying than the Demonic King's Bell.

The nine Nether Bamboo, as if cast from dark gold, truly moved on their own, appearing demonic and utterly terrifying. A wisp of Saintly pressure emanated from them even from afar.

Ye Fan opened his mouth and spat out a cluster of small golden flags. They unfurled in the wind and instantly expanded, their golden surfaces obscuring the sky and sun. These were the Golden Crow Clan's treasured flags, seized from Lu Ya's avatar.

He didn't expect these large golden flags to completely withstand the nine Nether Bamboo; he only hoped they could block them for a moment, gaining him some time.

*Boom!*

At this very moment, the Son of Taiyin unleashed his most terrifying weapon: a pitch-black skull with seven apertures, resembling dark jade.