Chapter 781: Divine Magic

## Chapter 783: Divine Art

Blood was everywhere, a horrifying sight.

Ye Fan descended from the sky, stepping on Zi Tiandu. With one stomp, he shattered Zi Tiandu’s chest, tearing it into five pieces, his foot going straight through and landing on the ground.

This sight stunned everyone. In this garden, countless sect leaders, rising stars from the Southern Ridge, and noble heirs from great dynasties all paled.

The bloody spectacle, the scene of flowing blood, was more powerful than any words. The dignified Young Master of the Divine Spirit Valley, an heir of an ancient royal family, was thus defeated by the Human Holy Body.

Ye Fan had not resorted to any trickery, not even revealing a weapon. It was pure, overwhelming violence, crushing everything with a pair of golden fists.

Everyone sensed his invincibility in this era; such a belief resided in his heart.

Ye Fan’s decisive words and actions conveyed a fierce resolve, destroying all obstacles. Anything that stood in his path was pulverized with a single punch.

Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, and Xie Siyuan all turned pale, trembling with fear in the distance, deeply unsettled.

Wu Fei, one of the Four Celestial Maidens, was relatively calm. However, several other noble women were also visibly distraught, wondering if they had criticized the Human Holy Body while charmingly conversing with the Young Master of Divine Spirit Valley.

Many people were astonished, watching from afar. No one dared approach the scarlet ground where Ye Fan stood. Zi Tiandu’s body was torn apart, and now a golden hand pressed down, intending to end his life completely.

Zi Tiandu let out a piercing scream. His body completely collapsed, transforming into a burst of light. Everyone was surprised, as this was something he had done intentionally.

A brilliant light appeared as another Zi Tiandu stood in the void, escaping from under Ye Fan’s foot. He merged with his primordial spirit and lunged forward.

The entire world rumbled. Various Dao patterns appeared, as if immortality, eternity, and antiquity were all being shattered.

A divine spirit.

Everyone felt this aura. This light-transformed Zi Tiandu, merged with his primordial spirit, was terrifying. It instantly fixated the void, briefly making everything seem to stand still.

“Do you think my Divine Spirit Valley is called that for nothing?” Zi Tiandu’s voice was chilling.

Ye Fan’s body was unable to move, restrained in the void. The god-like, light-transformed body in front of him shot out terrifying beams of light.

“Our main cultivation focuses on divine spirits; the physical body is merely a temporary station,” Zi Tiandu roared, attacking Ye Fan’s primordial spirit, aiming to destroy it within his immortal platform.

The Divine Spirit Valley’s ultimate goal was to cultivate the primordial spirit, forge one’s own divine spirit, and abandon the physical body upon reaching the highest realm.

Zi Tiandu was far from reaching the highest realm. Had he not been forced into such a desperate situation, he would never have dared to use this technique, as it risked the destruction of his divine spirit.

However, he succeeded today without any apparent danger.

“Boom!”

Ye Fan’s physical body was as if struck by lightning. A crack appeared on his forehead, and a trickle of blood oozed out, yet his body remained upright and unyielding.

“What a powerful physique! It would be a pity to destroy it. I’ll keep it as my temporary station, to become my true body in the future,” Zi Tiandu laughed with exceptional cruelty.

His body emitted a terrifying light that shot towards Ye Fan’s forehead. With a soft thump, another crack appeared, and blood flowed.

“I’ll break through your immortal platform, seize your physical body, and the Human Holy Body will become mine from now on!” he yelled frantically, rushing forward.

In the distance, everyone was horrified. No one had expected Zi Tiandu to possess such terrifying methods. The physical body was not important; the truly cultivated divine spirit was the most terrifying.

“You can die now, and give this powerful body to me!” Zi Tiandu roared, his expression ferocious, as he transformed into a blazing light, attempting to pierce Ye Fan’s immortal platform.

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a golden hand reached out, grabbed him, and squeezed him in its palm. Ye Fan’s voice was cold: “A divine spirit is nothing more than this.” “What?! How could you break through? Eternal Imprisonment! No one in the second layer of the immortal platform can escape this restraint!” Zi Tiandu shrieked, only truly panicking at this moment.

“It’s certainly a surprise that the Divine Spirit Valley possesses such a secret art, but it’s not enough to kill me,” Ye Fan said. Golden battle qi continuously surged from his body, and a blazing aura filled the heavens and earth, an immeasurable holy light submerging the area.

All restraints, all imprisonments, all eternities were shattered.

“Ah...” Zi Tiandu shrieked, struggling violently, but it was useless. Ye Fan’s large hand closed, and Zi Tiandu’s light body was slowly being ground away.

To ascend from hell step by step to heaven through one’s own efforts, turning everything around, would be filled with a sense of accomplishment and endless spiritual joy. But to be kicked back down just after climbing up, that would be more sorrowful than reincarnating through the eighteen layers of hell.

“No!” Zi Tiandu was utterly despondent. He had thought he could turn the tide of the battle at a crucial moment, crushing his formidable enemy underfoot, but he never expected it to still be for nothing.

Everyone felt chills down their spines. They asked themselves if it had been them, probably no one could have escaped this calamity. The Divine Spirit Valley’s secret art was sudden and terrifying.

It was a true desperate counter-kill, but it was powerfully suppressed by Ye Fan and did not achieve the intended effect.

“I don’t want to die! Ancestral King’s True Word, Forbidden Divine Art, borrow the power of heaven, borrow the light of the Dao, burn for me!” Zi Tiandu roared unwillingly, his expression fierce.

On his body, an ancient character bloomed with an eerie and terrifying radiance. There was even an inscription on his divine soul, emitting a dreadful pressure of a Saint.

“The aura of an ancient ancestral king!” Ye Fan cried out, realizing something was wrong. That was the work of an ancient Saint-level figure. Zi Tiandu, as the inheritor of the Divine Spirit Valley, had indeed received protection and indulgence.

“Om!”

His immortal platform was dazzling. A small golden figure, identical to him, flew out, cradling a small cauldron, resonating harmoniously with the grand Dao of heaven and earth.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the void appeared to solidify, many times stronger than Zi Tiandu’s Eternal Imprisonment.

Taiji became Ye Fan’s divine form, reversing and returning. His primordial spirit merged with the Dao, becoming an elusive point, rushing out of his original body and into the cosmos, transforming into a variable.

Like a wisp of primal light, nothing could obstruct it. The primordial spirit, cradling the small cauldron, descended from the heavens, crushing Zi Tiandu’s divine soul with a bang.

Everything was still. Only the single point of Wuji, formed by the reversal of Taiji, moved – that being Ye Fan’s primordial spirit and the small cauldron.

In the distance, the spectators also remained motionless, as if frozen in this scene.

“Boom!” It wasn’t until Zi Tiandu’s divine soul exploded and Ye Fan’s primordial spirit, cradling the cauldron, returned, that everything seemed to come back to life.

Ye Fan instantly teleported far away, leaving the scene. Zi Tiandu’s body and spirit were utterly destroyed; he couldn’t even let out a scream before turning to dust.

“Who dares to kill my son, leaving no trace?” A majestic voice boomed. In the void, an ancient character bloomed with sky-piercing divine light.

“It was me,” Ye Fan stood in the distant sky, completely fearless.

“Om!” The ancient character flared with brilliant light, transforming into a massive purple claw that covered the sky, aiming to reduce everything to ashes with a single strike.

Heaven and earth trembled.

Ye Fan decisively acted. Golden battle qi boiled, engulfing heaven and earth, disrupting heavenly secrets and obscuring everyone’s vision.

He carved eighteen ancient characters in the void: nine from the Dao Scripture and nine from the Sun True Scripture. These created a small world-cage, concealing all auras and completely isolating it from the outside.

At this moment, Li Tian and Yan Yixi did not hesitate. They decisively acted, directly unleashing the Divine Maiden Cauldron. The entirely translucent cauldron burst forth with blazing light and smashed into it.

A roar like the sea.

It was indescribable, deafening, as if suns, moons, and stars were falling one by one.

However, outsiders could not perceive that they were using a Human Great Saint’s weapon to obliterate the inscription of an Ancestral King.

The eighteen ancient characters concealed its aura.

Ye Fan, Li Tian, and Yan Yixi were powerful and resolute, audacious enough to directly erase the mark of an Ancient Ancestral King.

Zi Tiandu was dead.

This news quickly spread, causing an uproar across the Southern Ridge. Many people were dumbfounded and shocked.

The various ancient races were about to emerge, and this immense pressure made even the Divine Dynasty feel suffocated. For years, humanity had been like an enemy facing a great foe, leaving many people uneasy.

Now, someone had challenged an ancient royal family by killing the Divine Spirit Valley’s heir. This was truly a major upheaval, the first time anyone had dared to do such a thing, creating a huge commotion.

After killing Zi Tiandu, Ye Fan did not leave. He remained in a garden, enjoying the scenery, which unsettled many, especially Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, and Xie Siyuan, who felt deeply uneasy.

Ye Fan glanced at them indifferently and said, “As Southern Ridge elites, you should possess your own integrity. Your ancestors were all proud talents who left their names in history.” These words immediately made the few men’s faces burn. They cupped their hands, slowly retreated, and finally breathed a sigh of relief that the other party hadn’t turned hostile and attacked.

The guzheng played, first like a gentle stream, drops of clear spring water, then gradually intensified, becoming high-pitched. The sounds of clashing weapons, clanging swords, and soaring battle cries filled the air.

When the music ended, Wu Fei, one of the Four Celestial Maidens of the Southern Ridge, sighed lightly and said, “Gentlemen, do you also think I was fawning over the ancient royal family?” “Certainly not. One can tell a person by their music. Miss Wu is exceptionally intelligent and perceptive; how could she be such a person?” Li Tian said with a smile, his face friendly and familiar, as he eagerly stepped forward to introduce himself.

The Four Celestial Maidens of the Southern Ridge were renowned throughout the land, all peerless beauties, capable of toppling kingdoms, with few equals in the world. Qi Huoshui ranked first, and Wu Fei was third.

“Are you gentlemen planning to stay here longer, not fearing a great enemy arriving?” Wu Fei asked.

“I will sit here quietly, waiting for them to arrive one by one,” Ye Fan stood firmly in the pavilion, his words ringing clear, gazing into the distance.

There was no need to wonder; the outside world must already be a clamor, with countless people discussing today’s battle.

Ye Fan seemed to already see Wang Teng, Hua Yunfei, Qiang Gu, and people from the Assassin God Dynasty rushing over.

“You’re going to wait for them to arrive?” Yan Yixi secretly asked.

“Naturally, we won’t be targets waiting for them to strike,” Ye Fan said in a deep voice. “When they’re about to arrive, we’ll intercept and kill them one by one.”

The wind began to pick up, and crystalline petals withered, drifting down one after another.

“The Ancient Ancestral Kings are about to emerge; what immense pressure...” Ye Fan murmured to himself. How easy would it be to intimidate those ancient kings?