Chapter 745: Old Master Sits Down, Bull God King

Under the bright moonlight, the Eclosion Immortal Cliff was veiled in a hazy glow. Several great kings were battling, their divine domains, ancient secret arts, and Dao traces intertwined, fighting to a fever pitch.

After Daoist Qinggu descended, he first waved his hand, drawing in a primordial spirit. It was Daoist Zhengde's spirit that had escaped. People were astonished, as it seemed there was another soul within that primordial spirit.

"Daoist Zhengde is formidable, but unfortunately, he encountered Yin Tiande. It's already impressive that he managed to leave behind a primordial spirit!" Yan Yixi said. Not long ago, they had all seen a divine soul escape, evading disaster.

"There's another soul within the primordial spirit. Daoist Sanque from the Ancient Daoist Temple of the Underworld Ridge is indeed terrifying," Yi Qingwu exclaimed in surprise.

"Daoist Sanque is certainly a genius, but isn't that a bit exaggerated?" Li Tian said, dismissively.

"You don't understand Daoist Sanque. Few in the world know his secret. He is not yet complete, but in a few hundred years, it will be hard to say..." Yi Qingwu revealed a startling secret.

What is "Sanque" (Three Imperfections)? It refers to lacking three souls. From a young age, he was chosen by the master of the Ancient Daoist Temple of the Underworld Ridge, deemed suitable to learn their supreme secret scripture, and was assisted by other peerless masters.

His three divine souls were respectively parasitic within his father and two other unparalleled masters, undergoing nourishment and Daoist transformation. One day, they would return to his main body, and at that time, he would become Daoist Wuque (Perfect Daoist).

"There's such a secret..." Ye Fan was astonished.

"Once he becomes Daoist Wuque, he will automatically become a friend of the Underworld Ridge. However, that's likely hundreds of years away, so there's no need to worry now. The ancient Longevity Scripture he cultivates is the most time-consuming."

"So, the other soul in that primordial spirit just now belonged to Daoist Sanque and was being nourished?"

Daoist Qinggu made his move. As the Longevity Art unfolded, the azure sea stirred, and boundless vital energy surged from the water, endlessly, rushing forth.

The Radiant King pointed his finger, and an indestructible immortal light flew out. This was his innate Radiant Qi, a divine art born with him, capable of disintegrating various secret techniques.

In the azure sea, mist and glow billowed, permeated by countless Dao traces. The entire ocean seemed to be burning. Daoist Qinggu pointed with two fingers, and tens of thousands of waves of vital energy surged upwards, clashing with the divine light.

"It's not very intense; nowhere near as terrifying as the battle on the Human King's side," Li Tian commented.

"They are just testing each other. The real life-and-death battle is about to begin," Ye Fan said.

Indeed, in the next moment, an astonishing scene unfolded. The two exchanged a palm strike, and the void collapsed and then annihilated itself. If the Eclosion Platform hadn't been an immortal cliff, it would have been destroyed long ago.

Their attacks were incredibly astounding, tearing through space-time, breaking open a tunnel that pierced through the ancient killing formation formed by the eighteen ancient ships. They also avoided the Ancient Daoist Temple of Longevity, a sacred weapon. The two shattered the void, as if they had ascended to immortality.

They appeared above the azure sea, having left their original battlefield. Their world-shaking strike created a pathway, through which fragments of time flashed and disappeared.

"Terrifying power! Such individuals are too mighty, unfathomable. These are truly perfected kings; their previous moves were just a small test!"

The bright moon hung high, the sea was calm, and its surface shimmered. It was a very serene scene.

Two "living dead" beings, with few rivals in the current era, stood opposite each other. Though outwardly calm, an invisible murderous aura surged. With a loud bang, they struck again.

Daoist Qinggu unleashed his divine domain. The ancient Longevity Scripture manifested the Dao of Nature, connecting the azure sea to the sky. The entire East Sea seemed to become his domain.

The Radiant King let out a mighty roar, his entire body radiating divine brilliance. A dazzling and resplendent divine domain of light appeared, enveloping him like an immortal divine halo.

This was an absolutely world-shaking battle. Neither side held back, engaging in a divine domain war. Every clash felt like returning to the very beginning of creation.

This was a confrontation of Dao, an escalation and struggle of their own insights. With every clash, inexplicable phenomena appeared.

With a resounding harmony of the Great Dao, tens of thousands of ancient stars flickered. It was as if a starfield was evolving between them, possessing the mysterious power of creation.

With another strike, everything that was there vanished.

Life energy instantly emerged. Plants flourished, and a divine tree was born, ancient and robust like a dragon, its bark cracked. It pierced through both the mortal and immortal realms, immortal throughout eternity, with every leaf inscribed with Dao patterns, trailing Dao light.

This was a Jianmu, a tree connecting heaven and earth, formed by the resonance of the two masters' Dao traces, mysterious and terrifying.

With the third strike, everything vanished again.

This time, they returned to eternity: boundless darkness, endless cold, as if they had reached the end of an ancient universe, witnessing the end of life.

This was the terrifying clash of perfected kings. No words could express such shock. If people of other cultivation realms were to enter, they would have no hope of survival, instantly turning to dust.

Every strike resonated with the Great Dao, transforming into various inconceivable scenes. There was a fleeting moment of indestructible divine power, imprinting the secrets of eternity.

"Radiant King, return the immortal scripture to my Longevity Temple, and this matter will be dropped. Otherwise, don't blame this humble Daoist for being merciless," Daoist Qinggu said expressionlessly. He was an archaic Daoist, seeming out of place in this era.

"Do you think something that has fallen into my hands can still be returned?" the Radiant King asked. He was enveloped in divine light, like a god reborn from fire, his black hair cascading from beneath a golden crown. His eyes contained endless starfields, as if manifesting the secrets of creation.

*Ooom...*

Without another word, Daoist Qinggu's head radiated a burst of innate Dao essence, transforming into an auspicious cloud. The ancient sacred weapon—the Daoist Temple—arrived in an instant.

At that moment, magnificent power, boundless aura, and the sounds of the Heavenly Dao cascaded down like a waterfall. The entire ancient Daoist temple converged with immortal divine radiance.

The Radiant King let out a soft cry, and a swath of shimmering light surged from within his body, brilliant as tens of thousands of immortal flowers blooming simultaneously, illuminating heaven and earth.

"You've borrowed a companion sacred weapon!" Daoist Qinggu's eyes narrowed. The opponent had not revealed the weapon's appearance, but its power was absolutely unparalleled and immeasurable.

The Ancient Daoist Temple of Longevity was archaic and grand, every tile and stone bearing the imprint of a saint. At this moment, tens of thousands of divine power strands cascaded down, like a curtain descending from the heavens, pouring forth.

On the other side, the Heavenly Demon King, filled with extreme unwillingness, abandoned the half-page immortal scripture. His blood stained the sky, and he was almost killed, leaving behind half of his severed demon body as he fled.

Meanwhile, on the Eclosion Immortal Cliff, the Human King displayed world-defying divine might, battling the Golden Crow King. Both had truly unleashed their fury, settling an old grievance from two thousand years ago.

Under the suppression of eighteen cold bronze ships, an ancient killing formation crafted by an ancient saint was deployed, even superior to a sacred weapon.

The Human King was an old man in silver robes, wearing a white jade divine crown, with thick white hair. He was tall and burly, walking with a majestic stride like a dragon or a tiger.

In front of him, the essence fire of the sun burned fiercely. The Golden Crow King was a towering figure, like a middle-aged war god, his eyes as sharp as knives. He wielded a black-winged gilded halberd, causing the ten directions to tremble.

Old feuds, ancient hatreds, the continuation of a two-thousand-year-old battle, all erupted at this moment, a fight to the death. Between them, a half-page ancient divine scripture floated.

*Boom!*

The Golden Crow King moved, swinging his black-winged gilded halberd as if to smash down an ancient starfield. It descended with the force of billions of pounds, its light illuminating past, present, and future, carrying the aura of a deity.

From a distance, Ye Fan's expression changed. Only at this moment did he understand how terrifying the Golden Crow King was, many times more powerful than his projection that had appeared outside the Heavenly Domain.

This single strike was enough to crush thousands of Lu Yas. This was an existence like a demon god, so powerful it made one's soul tremble!

At his current cultivation realm, there was absolutely no hope of fighting back. Even with his Eight Restrictions, it was impossible; the difference in realms was too vast.

Moreover, which of these figures wasn't astonishing throughout history? How else could they have passed the Dao Severing tribulation? All possessed great perseverance, immense luck, and the ability of Seven Restrictions.

The battle reached a fever pitch!

As time passed, both in the azure sea and on the Eclosion Immortal Cliff, a great catastrophe unfolded, with perfected kings fighting to the death.

"How long will this battle last? If it goes on too long, it will surely alarm the scattered cultivators from overseas, and then it will be even more troublesome," Li Tian said.

This place bordered the vast sea. Such world-shaking killing intent and the aura of perfected kings piercing through the sky would likely be sensed by the sea race.

It was known that the East Sea held endless legends; some ancient saints had set sail from here. There must be kings on the overseas islands now, and if one or two emerged, things would become even more complicated.

"Yin Tiande has appeared again. He can't wait either, perhaps fearing an unexpected turn of events!" Yan Yixi said.

In the battlefield, that thin, withered figure reappeared. He must have a terrifying Dao artifact on him, concealing all his aura, making him undetectable even by perfected kings.

At that very moment, Yin Tiande took out a clay pot and stood on the Eclosion Immortal Cliff, making Ye Fan mistake it for the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Pot. Only upon closer inspection did he realize it was not.

The next instant, he was startled. The clay pot bore the ancient Qin Dynasty inscription for "Seal" (封), originating from the other side of the starry sky.

Yin Tiande opened the clay pot, and immediately a black light shot forth, piercing through heaven and earth. A massive barbarian ox, with all four hooves stomping, seemed to crush the heavens and the earth as it stood in the air.

Its entire body shone with a lustrous blue, its fur as smooth as blue satin. Its two horns were like broadswords, vast and powerful, seemingly capable of cleaving the firmament.

This was a gigantic blue ox. It let out a wild ox roar, instantly causing fierce winds to rage, sand and stones to fly, creating a terrifying scene.

In an instant, it transformed into a colossal, robust man with horns on his head and many bluish ox hairs covering his body. Of course, its ox eyes, ox nose, and other features were preserved, like an incompletely transformed great demon, with dark clouds swirling around its body.

Ye Fan was stunned. This was clearly the Bull Demon King, fierce and burly. How did it end up here?

"I am the Ox God King!" a deep, muffled roar echoed, like a distant thunderclap in the sky, shaking the azure sea into a great commotion.

Not only the perfected kings, but even Yin Tiande himself was bewildered. He held the clay pot in one hand and a Dao slip in the other, repeatedly examining them, then looked towards the wild ox.

"Leaving Hangu Pass to the west... how many years has it been since then..." the Ox God King muttered.

In the distance, Ye Fan almost jumped up. "Damn it... is that... *that* ox?!"

At this moment, his heart pounded violently. Everything was so unbelievable. Two thousand five hundred years ago, Laozi left Hangu Pass to the west, his purple qi stretching thirty thousand li, and then disappeared from ancient China.

Could it be that the so-called Hangu Pass had another meaning? Laozi rode his ox westward, but as it now seemed, he had entered the starry domain!

Leaving Hangu Pass to the west, visiting Beidou (the Big Dipper), and coming to the Ziwei Ancient Starfield—such a "westward journey" was truly astonishing.

Ye Fan stared at the ox. Could this truly be Laozi's mount? How could it have been sealed within a clay pot?!