Chapter 738: Nine Great Ancestral Crows

"Ye Fan, I will kill you ten lives and ten generations!" Lu Ya roared furiously, his divine feathers pointing skyward, his hair bristling with rage. Every pore on his body shot out golden light, soaring thousands of feet high.

However, this changed nothing. Ye Fan mercilessly brought down his large hand, and Daoist Wugu shattered, splitting into pieces.

"Slaying you in this life is enough. Once you perish, all eternity will be empty!" This was Ye Fan's reply.

The powerful Daoist Wugu turned into a bloody mist, yet it remained condensed, not dispersing. Within it, a Golden Crow primordial spirit flickered, chanting demonic scriptures and emitting streaks of ancient runes.

"Burn my demonic body, ignite my spirit, and fall into purgatory with me... Golden Crow Death Curse!" Daoist Wugu cried out unwillingly, full of malevolence.

"Having survived the Yin-Yang Death Curse, such things can no longer harm my spirit," Ye Fan said. His body glowed with a crystalline luster, and his Golden Sacred Domain expanded, protecting him within it.

He was like a divine statue, radiating brilliant light. Golden divine rings enveloped him, making him impervious to all techniques—this was his unique "Sacred Domain."

Ye Fan's five fingers, like five golden mountains, each soared into the sky before pressing down, dispelling all traces of the death curse.

With a final cry, Daoist Wugu ultimately could not withstand the crushing force of the five golden fingers. His primordial spirit and the death curse were destroyed together, annihilated within the Primeval Ruins. He failed to inflict any wounds on Ye Fan, unlike the Old Sect Master of Yin-Yang.

"Wugu, an Eighth-level powerhouse of the Second Heaven of the Immortal Terrace, the first heir of the Golden Crow clan, invincible and reigning over a domain, was killed just like that."

"The young man named Ye is terrifying! He has already slain nine princes of the Golden Crow clan; he is truly unmatched in bravery!"

Everyone was stunned, their hearts trembling. During this process, people frantically retreated, for Lu Ya had arrived.

With a long roar, mountains collapsed and the earth split open. Countless rocks and soil shot up, soaring thousands of feet high. Lu Ya's golden hair bristled, and he swung his Black-Winged Gilt Halberd down.

Ye Fan, holding the translucent divine furnace, ascended to the sky in a single step, confronting the ancient saintly might and charging forward.

"Boom!"

This strike was like two ancient universes colliding, emitting an aura of great destruction. The sky was distorted, resembling a ruined painted world.

"Clang!"

Lu Ya was unstoppable. After a direct clash with Ye Fan, as they passed each other, he swung his Black-Winged Gilt Halberd backhanded, cleaving diagonally. This was an immortal divine light.

Ye Fan took a step, holding the fist-sized translucent divine furnace in his left hand, and appeared high in the sky.

"Boom!"

The terrifying pressure of the ancient saintly weapon burst forth, like an ocean crashing against the shore, shaking heaven and earth. When the Black-Winged Gilt Halberd swept down, the earth was torn apart!

Across the Primeval Ruins, countless terrifying grand canyons crisscrossed and opened up. Many large mountains collapsed into them, plunging into the abyss.

"Ah..."

Countless screams echoed. No one knew how many cultivators failed to escape this catastrophe, all buried deep beneath the earth.

This single strike caused the Primeval Ruins, an ancient site renowned across all continents, to vanish, becoming history, forever erased from the world.

It was a terrifying sight, like the apocalypse had arrived. The earth shattered, vast and boundless desolate lands sank and cracked, stretching endlessly!

Lu Ya was cold and merciless, completely disregarding the countless dead. He brandished his Black-Winged Gilt Halberd and attacked again.

Lives were plunged into misery, the land was stained with blood. A great number of cultivators met with disaster, and even figures from the Second Heaven of the Immortal Terrace perished.

Lu Ya's heart was as hard as iron. His eyes held nothing but killing intent. He paid no attention to the falling lives, nor the bones and blood of cultivators; he only wished to kill Ye Fan.

Ye Fan faced him. Though it wasn't their first encounter, it was their first true physical confrontation. This battle was about nothing else but life and death!

"Ye Fan, you killed my nine brothers! This blood feud is so deep, it's beyond words! Ah..." Lu Ya went berserk. With nine brothers slain, his internal organs felt as if they were burning.

When a person is enraged to the extreme, white smoke can indeed pour from their orifices. At this moment, he was like a furnace, smoke rising, his expression terrifying.

"They deserved to die!" Ye Fan only uttered these four words, unwilling to say more.

Lu Ya said nothing further. His golden eyes, stained with blood, descended with boundless, mad killing intent, wishing to strike Ye Fan dead with a single sweep of his halberd.

The Black-Winged Gilt Halberd cleaved through eternity, bringing with it a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Endless bodies, like those of gods and devils, descended. The horrifying scene shocked the world.

"What are those? Gods and devils, or extraterrestrial deities slain by ancient saints in the past?" Those who escaped the catastrophe were shocked, standing at a safe distance in the sky, their eyes wide as they witnessed the scene.

From ancient times to the present, this halberd had killed countless beings. These were the re-emerging blood-souls of supreme powerhouses slain in the past!

"Boom!"

The Divine Maiden Furnace in Ye Fan's hand revived. It did not look cast from bronze at all; rather, it resembled five-colored glazed glass, glowing with translucence throughout, its precious radiance shimmering.

At this moment, it unleashed a colossal wave, an ocean formed from divine power. It surged forth like a starfield, countering the halberd.

This strike shattered the heavens and rent the earth. Light filled the world, obscuring everything else. As for the two combatants, they were also engulfed.

This was the crushing pressure of a saintly weapon, capable of destroying all earthly power. Anyone caught in it would feel as insignificant as an ant, reduced to ash.

Wielding saintly weapons, both were naturally protected by the furnace and the halberd; otherwise, they could not have survived. Amidst the surging divine energy, they stood unmoving like bedrock.

"Clang!"

Lu Ya stood amidst the essence of solar flames, his halberd flying above his head, suspended there, suppressing the heaven and earth, like an eternal god.

Both possessed ancient saintly weapons. At this moment, they unleashed their divine arts, boosted by the power of their saintly weapons.

Nine ancestral Golden Crow Dharma Idols appeared behind Lu Ya, causing heaven and earth to collapse and split, emitting a magnificent aura as if a true ancient great emperor had been born!

Lu Ya had been in seclusion for four years, and his greatest gain was cultivating the Nine Ancestral Golden Crow Dharma Idols, which possessed earth-shattering and unfathomable power.

"Boundless Ocean Expansion!"

With a mighty roar, one of the ancestral Golden Crow Dharma Idols flew out, its body pressing down on heaven and earth, exhaling divine essence. A vast, boundless ocean surged without limits.

This was not an ocean, but an immeasurable sea of Solar Essence Flames!

Lu Ya stood at the center of this divine sea, gathering essence from all directions into the flames. He stood like a demonic god; this strike, the Golden Crow's "Boundless Ocean Expansion," engulfed Ye Fan below.

Immeasurable Solar Essence Flames and the essence of the four directions fell together like a divine curtain. Ye Fan, with the divine furnace hovering above his head, sat cross-legged in the void, his entire body glowing.

He floated amidst the solar essence flames, every inch of his body translucent and crystalline, as if he were immortalized in divine fire. The first ancestral Golden Crow could not harm him and was instead used to temper his body.

"Creation of Heaven and Earth!"

Lu Ya's mighty roar echoed, and the second ancestral Golden Crow flew out, transforming into an eternal scroll. Boosted by the saintly weapon, it covered the sky and earth.

This was a real miniature world, with mountains and rivers, ancient trees and silver waterfalls, and flying beasts within it. This ancestral Golden Crow transformed itself into a world, intending to refine Ye Fan within it.

"Even the firmament has an end to its lifespan; one artifact breaks all techniques, severing worlds!"

Ye Fan let out a soft cry. Two dragon-shaped beams of light shot from his eyes, then intertwined, and, amplified by the Divine Maiden Furnace, they launched forth.

With no weapon in hand but a weapon in his heart, he wielded an indomitable will as its soul, and a soaring battle intent as its blade. One artifact broke all techniques, and he struck forth.

This was a sword of primordial spirit, indestructible. Ye Fan had created it by emulating the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor, evolving it from the "Fight" secret technique, and it possessed boundless divine power.

At the Eye of the North Sea, he had been trapped for four years, during which he meditated on the Dao for four years, comprehending all techniques in the world. This was also one of his fruits of Dao.

The Primordial Spirit Dao Sword, possessing the power of the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor and combined with the technique of "one artifact breaking all techniques," could slay gods and Buddhas!

Within that ancestral Golden Crow world, it horizontally traversed three thousand li. One strike shattered mountains and rivers; a second strike cleaved great rivers; a third strike annihilated myriad spirits; and another strike crumbled the world!

The Primordial Spirit Dao Sword slashed out, splitting Lu Ya vertically, intercepting the nine ancestral Golden Crows and destroying their boundless divine energy, like a divine aurora of weeping gods, carving an immortal splendor.

Lu Ya struck. With a long howl, his hair danced wildly, and distant mountain ranges occasionally collapsed. Wielding the ancient saintly weapon, he exuded a wisp of saintly might.

Behind him, the third ancestral Golden Crow flew out, transforming into suns, moons, and stars. A vast array of stars undulated, as if they had arrived in the depths of the dark cosmos.

The Primordial Spirit Dao Sword, like divine gold, descended with a brilliant flash, as if rending heaven and splitting worlds. It reached far and wide, colliding with these great stars, their evolution and destruction occurring in a single breath.

Amidst the resonant hum of the Dao, stars fell, and a crack appeared on Lu Ya's brow. The Primordial Spirit Dao Sword flew back, merging into Ye Fan's eyes, returning to the Immortal Terrace.

What kind of technique was that? To be able to withstand the Nine Ancestral Golden Crow Dharma Idols, Ye Fan was truly divine and valiant—this was the sentiment of everyone present.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...

Thousands of sword hums resonated as golden crow divine feathers flew across the sky, like a vast, dazzling golden snowfall.

After a brief probe, Lu Ya unleashed all nine ancestral Golden Crow Dharma Idols. Like Ye Fan, he wanted an immediate decisive kill and had no intention of fighting for hundreds or thousands of rounds.

With all nine Golden Crows appearing simultaneously, it was as if the supreme might of their clan's ancient ancestor had reappeared. The heavens trembled, the earth quaked, and the void itself collapsed.

All of this, amplified by the ancient divine halberd, became terrifyingly powerful, as if the Golden Crow progenitor had truly returned, once again reigning over the land!

Ye Fan was fearless. The Divine Maiden Furnace above his head rose and fell, unleashing thousands of strands of divine power that protected him.

A resonant hum rang out as various lights emanated from his body. Anomalies like "Immortal King Descends to Nine Heavens" and "Golden Sea of Bitterness" emerged simultaneously, merging into one, seemingly capable of shattering three thousand worlds!

Similarly, his Sacred Body anomaly, amplified by the ancient divine furnace, was also incredibly terrifying, traversing heaven and earth, rendering him invincible! Ye Fan stood amidst it, like a divine lord patrolling the heavens, looking down upon all creation.

Beside Lu Ya, the nine Golden Crows soared across the sky. These were not mere illusions but true Dharma Idols, as if the immortal battle spirits of their ancient ancestors had returned. Fierce winds howled through heaven and earth, and demonic clouds surged.

"Kill!"

Both charged forward, eager to slay their opponent immediately. They advanced with unyielding resolve, leaving no room for retreat.

Lu Ya's golden hair bristled, his eyes wide open, pupils shooting beams of light several miles long. With a mighty roar, mountains, rivers, and all creation trembled.

Ye Fan's thick black hair all soared skyward. In his eyes, there were traces of the sun and moon revolving, and stars appearing and perishing—the very marks of the Dao.

Boundless killing intent surged. Their single clash was like the coming of great destruction. Everyone held their breath, silently awaiting this earth-shattering, peerless confrontation!