Chapter 835: The World's Number One

Chapter 837: The Foremost Under Heaven

This was a blue-haired woman with bright eyes and white teeth, a slender figure, and skin as fair as fine jade. She swayed gracefully, twisting her body as she approached, exuding an enchanting charm.

Her blue hair shimmered like silk, cascading to her waist. A luminous jade hairpin was inserted into it, with a delicate string of pearls at its head, from which hung a lifelike small purple qilin, making her jade-like face appear even more luminous.

This was the Primordial Sovereign's own daughter, sealed away just like Fire Qilin Son, and now resurrected in this era. The power of her bloodline inheritance was unimaginable.

Ye Fan was astonished. Such a charming and beautiful woman could physically contend with him without suffering any harm herself. She was truly powerful.

“Is this the bloodline of an ancient emperor? As a first-generation descendant, her talent is astonishing, unrivaled through ancient and modern times. Few can compare. Her innate conditions are truly astounding!”

The Sacred Body’s physical form was unparalleled. Strictly speaking, no one in the younger generation dared to directly clash with him. Yet, Fire Qilin Child immediately met him with a palm strike!

And the talent of an ancient Sacred Emperor's daughter was by no means limited to her physical body; she was the strongest in every other aspect too. This speculation was truly terrifying.

“No wonder they say that any ancient prince who emerges is world-shaking and can reproduce their father's glory.”

In the past, human emperor's sons were like this. Once they matured, they were only one step away from achieving the Dao, entering the realm of the Great Ancient Emperors, and capable of suppressing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Ancient princes were also like this. A year of their cultivation was equivalent to a hundred years for others. In the future, there would undoubtedly be a dialogue among the strongest in the world.

“The Human Sacred Body is so strong. My hand feels a bit sore. This truly exceeded my expectations.” Fire Qilin Child smiled faintly, looking radiant and charming. Her blue hair seemed to ripple like the essence of the sea.

Everyone was astonished. They instinctively retreated as the daughter of the Primordial Sovereign arrived. All were filled with awe and spontaneously made way for her.

From this, it was easy to see the strict hierarchy of the ancient races. People held the ancient emperors in immense reverence, and even their descendants held extremely exalted positions.

There were also human cultivators within this palace. Deeply aware of the Sacred Body's physical strength, they were utterly shocked by this scene before them and secretly lamented how terrifying the emperor's descendants were.

“As expected of the Primordial Sovereign’s youngest daughter, your talent shakes the world, truly astonishing and admirable,” Ye Fan said.

“I came here not to fight you to the death. Let’s leave that for the Heavenly Sovereign’s Son or Yuan Gu. Of course, if my elder brother meets you, he’ll probably be very interested too.” She smiled sweetly with a captivating grace. She was naturally referring to Fire Qilin Son.

“Then, what guidance do you have?” Ye Fan asked.

“Would you return the Qilin divine medicine seed to me? It’s the only thing our father left us.” Fire Qilin Child said, looking pitifully adorable, but then she chuckled, saying: “Don’t refuse just yet. My people will exchange it with immortal materials.”

People were stunned. Moved by her beauty and pondering her words, they thought of how the Qilin divine medicine once accompanied a Primordial Sovereign and was still in the world now. How many years had passed? It made them feel the terrifying power of time's passage.

“I’ve already said it: tell me the addresses of Hell and the Human World, bring me the head of one of their leaders, and I will personally present the Qilin medicine to you. All other conditions are non-negotiable.” Ye Fan was unequivocal.

He would never hand over this medicine, no matter what. Every Ancient Great Emperor possessed one, without exception. Besides prolonging life, there must be an unknown reason for it, perhaps it was extremely important in later stages.

“Let’s negotiate! Come on, don’t be so rigid. What we give you won’t be bad; I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.” Fire Qilin Child smiled sweetly, her slender jade legs faintly visible as she walked forward.

“Let’s maintain some distance, lest we cause misunderstandings and disputes,” Ye Fan said. This woman, more beautiful than flowers, with an immortal grace and jade bones, was also extremely dangerous.

“The Sacred Body’s physical form is unparalleled, so I should be wary of you, shouldn’t I?” Fire Qilin Child giggled, her lotus steps graceful, but she eventually stopped, no longer advancing, and said: “Are you really not going to consider it? My Fire Qilin Cave has existed since ancient times, produced an ancient emperor, and possesses immortal materials that the world yearns for, enough to surpass the value of the Qilin medicine.”

Ye Fan shook his head. In this world, he felt that the most precious thing was the immortal medicine. He had seen almost everything else, but divine medicine was the most difficult to obtain.

“Alas, what a pity. From Hell and the Human World came divine sons and divine daughters. If only a leader had come, then cutting off their head for exchange with you would be so much better.” She boarded a jade carriage, propping her chin and staring blankly ahead, her large eyes blinking. She appeared innocent yet alluring, possessing a peculiar aura.

The human cultivators were horrified. Just how powerful was this ancient emperor’s youngest daughter? It was a pity she didn't fight the Sacred Body to the end, making her strength hard to gauge.

“Imperial Daughter, if you wish to reclaim the Qilin divine medicine, I shall retrieve it for you!” At this moment, an ancient race male stepped forward. He had a sentient jade horn on his forehead, wore chain mail, and his silver hair cascaded over his shoulders. He was a powerful expert from the Horned Race.

“Alright! If you bring it back for me, I’ll invite you to stay in the Fire Qilin Cave for a year,” Fire Qilin Child said with a captivating smile.

Many from the various Primordial Races changed their expressions. That was an ancient emperor’s cultivation ground and also the place where they entered secluded cultivation and passed away in their later years. It held endless wonders. Even the saints yearned to enter, but had no chance.

“Dongba Honglin…” The silver-haired man whispered, reciting an ancient incantation. His body became translucent, emitting a silver light, like a divine lamp suspended in the air.

People around him avoided him like snakes and scorpions. They all swiftly retreated, flying far back. They were extremely wary of this incantation and none dared to approach.

“This is the Horned Race’s Death Curse, extremely difficult to resolve. With a young elite king at the peak of the Second Layer of Xiantai making a move, the consequences are quite terrifying.”

Ye Fan heard their discussion. Once this incantation was unleashed, anyone within a certain range, even if they didn't die, would be weakened for several years. It was truly eerie.

The best method was to immediately retreat and avoid this ancient curse. Then, after it dissipated, one could advance and strike. However, this place was surrounded, making it difficult to break out, which gave the Horned Race expert ample space to fully unleash this secret art.

Between heaven and earth, runes appeared one after another, like shell patterns, trapping Ye Fan within them. This was an eerie power, known as the Death Curse.

“Human Sacred Body, what do you take the Myriad Ancient Races for? You have repeatedly shown disrespect. Today, I shall take your life!”

With a loud shout, the Horned Race young expert’s silver hair flew wildly. The sentient jade horn on his forehead glowed, etching runes of dark, shimmering light into the void.

People retreated even further, fearing contamination. Even a Progenitor King’s sacred light baptism would find it hard to cleanse, and one could perish at any moment.

However, to everyone’s astonishment, Ye Fan did not retreat; he actively advanced, moving towards the center. The cauldron-shell patterns were almost sticking to his body.

“Clang, clang, clang!”

Ye Fan made his move, his fingers like celestial swords, etching the nine ancient characters recorded in the Dao Scripture into the void. This allowed him a brief period of eternity, as if standing in another small world.

He walked forward step by step, as if on flat ground. All the overwhelming tadpole-like runes fell, and upon encountering the nine ancient characters, they dissipated like ash, utterly unable to stop him.

“What?!” People were shocked.

For others, they would rather fight a scion of a Primordial Imperial family than directly clash with such an incantation. Yet, Ye Fan dismantled it on the spot.

“You…”

The Horned Race young expert’s face turned pale with shock. Every opponent he had ever faced would first avoid his edge and then seek an opportunity to attack. Now, for the first time, he was directly breached.

He turned and ran. The pressure from the Human Sacred Body was too terrifying for him, like an immortal divine furnace burning and approaching to refine him. The boiling golden blood energy filled him with horror.

But how could Ye Fan let him escape? After cultivating the Movement Universe Art, his speed was unparalleled. He arrived ahead despite starting later, cutting off the path, and sent a punch down.

“Pfft!”

A burst of blood light erupted. The silver-haired man directly turned into a bloody mist, his body and spirit annihilated, not a single bone fragment left.

People were filled with dread, but the various ancient races did not disperse. A group of people slowly pressed forward, among whom were elites from royal families and even imperial families.

“Hey, old man, you sold that piece of information to so many of us separately, didn’t you earn a lot of sources?” Fire Qilin Child spoke, staring at the ancient palace ahead.

“The price of information ranged from ten thousand to fifty thousand jin of sources; it wasn’t much, I’m just a poor man, far worse than a Source Heavenly Master,” Qi Luo chuckled dryly.

“Boom!”

No one said anything more. As if by tacit agreement, they all made their moves. Various divine principles and secret treasures simultaneously soared into the air, rushing towards Ye Fan.

“Since that’s the case, I, Ye, will go on a killing spree!” Ye Fan gritted his teeth. If he didn’t pay a bloody price today, he definitely wouldn't be able to leave smoothly.

He let out a great roar, his golden sacred domain unparalleled. It expanded to its maximum, perfectly round like the Dao, enveloping him. In an instant, all laws could not touch him. Without a trace of fear, he charged towards the multitude of enemies.

A fierce battle erupted. Dozens, even hundreds, of grand masters—even if each only made one move, it would be terrifying. Combined, even kings who had cut the Dao at Xiantai Layer Three would be filled with dread upon seeing it.

What’s more, there were hidden divine sons from killer divine dynasties among them. Such individuals, once they made a move, aimed for a sure kill. Few in the younger generation could escape and survive.

With so many people making a move, each one an elite, their combined power was frightening. Ye Fan’s golden sacred domain was almost breached. It wasn't that it wasn't solid, but that there were too many enemies, and each one was terrifying.

“His defense is astonishing, comparable to a king!”

Those attacking were even more shocked. Logically, an expert at the great perfection of the Second Layer of Xiantai would be turned to ashes with a single strike. Yet, the Human Sacred Body endured.

“Kill!”

The crowd surrounded him, their shouts shaking the heavens.

Ye Fan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His heart was cold. Among them, several individuals were not much weaker than him. Some had one foot in Xiantai Layer Three, about to successfully cut the Dao.

“Exactly who are all these people?”

Dozens, even hundreds, of terrifying elite kings moved in unison, their killing intent obscuring the sun and moon. Ye Fan suffered continuous heavy injuries, was sent flying several times, and his golden sacred domain was on the verge of collapsing.

“Immunity to all laws? Blast open his sacred domain, make him lose his defense! With so many of us acting, we can surely kill him!” Someone shouted.

In fact, Ye Fan’s sacred domain could not possibly block so many people. Mainly, his Movement Universe Art was unparalleled. He dodged the most terrifying waves of attacks. He would not clash head-on unless absolutely necessary. As long as more than twenty people struck his golden circle, blood would trickle from the corner of his mouth.

“Kill!”

Ye Fan was enraged. His killing intent was boundless. He began to fight desperately, unleashing wide, sweeping attacks, slaughtering in all directions.

A young elite king from the Shadow Race silently lunged from behind, concealed in black mist. However, Ye Fan detected him instantly. Unleashing a Heavenly Court secret art, he brought a hand-knife down, cleaving him in half vertically, blood splattering high.

“Ice Seal Three Thousand Li!”

A white-robed woman lightly shouted. She was a powerful expert from the Snow Race, naturally capable of performing ice divine arts. A vast wave of white mist engulfed Ye Fan, sealing him within a block of divine ice.

“Good!” Others exclaimed in admiration.

“Bang!”

However, the divine ice shattered in an instant. Ye Fan unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist; it was impossible to seal him. Moreover, his fist power was unparalleled.

“Pfft,” “Pfft…”

One figure after another turned into a bloody mist, erased from existence. Eleven elites from various ancient races were blasted into oblivion with a single punch!

This shocking outcome left people dumbfounded, but they did not stop. More fierce attacks unfolded. The crowd unleashed various weapons from a distance, assaulting him, causing Ye Fan to cough up large mouthfuls of blood, and his golden sacred domain shattered several times.

“Kill!”

Ye Fan let out another great shout, activating the Troop Word Secret. All ancient weapons reversed course, as if time was flowing backward, undergoing bizarre changes.

“Ah…”

Screams rose one after another. On the spot, nine people died by their own weapons. Additionally, over a dozen more were wounded and covered in blood.

This scene was even more terrifying, making many people’s hair stand on end. They gripped their weapons tightly, their palms slick with cold sweat. Some even trembled uncontrollably.

“He’s finished! He’s facing our combined attack; there’s no way he can last much longer!” Someone sneered and was the first to attack.

“Yes, he’s failing.” The woman from the Ghost-Born Race smiled sinisterly, her face ghostly pale, her arms covered in fine scales, and said: “The blood of the ancient human race… I’ve missed it so much. I wonder how the taste of sacred blood is now?”

Ye Fan was tottering. Facing so many powerful experts was truly arduous. Even those at Xiantai Layer Three would find it difficult to sustain for long. The future kings of various races charged forward together, pressing him.

“Urgh…”

Ye Fan let out a mighty roar, fighting a desperate, bloody battle. With a single leap, he plunged into the crowd, grabbing the woman from the Ghost-Born Race. Then, with a powerful rip, he tore her apart with a *bang*, her blood splattering over him.

This scene was extremely gory, yet it possessed immensely powerful deterrent force. Many were shocked and retreated, not daring to approach.

“Bang!”

Finally, the golden sacred domain shattered. Ye Fan recited an ancient scripture from his mouth, specifically the Nirvana Scripture taught to him by An Miaoyi. His body’s golden blood energy surged, rapidly healing his injuries.

“Quick, stop him! Don’t give him time!” Many people shouted, attacking together.

Ye Fan’s eyes flashed with cold lightning. He charged forward while healing his wounds. His Movement Universe Art was unleashed to its fullest, slaughtering in all directions.

“Boom!”

A woman completely enveloped in blazing flames, at this critical moment, unleashed towering infernos, intending to incinerate Ye Fan. She was a young expert from the Fire Cloud Race.

“Battle Sacred Art!”

Ye Fan’s gaze was icy cold. His hands moved, sketching, as if King Jiang the Divine was looking down upon the world. He actually manifested a sacred furnace, crimson like blood!

“Boom!”

The Hengyu Cauldron flew out, suppressing forward. Immediately, screams erupted. The woman was directly suppressed and killed on the spot. The moment the sacred furnace shattered, it incinerated eight or nine people into dust.

While Ye Fan was manifesting the Hengyu Cauldron with the Battle Sacred Art, he also activated the sacred power from the Sun Ancient Scripture. This formed the sacred furnace, complementing each other.

“Good! Although my Heavenly Court does not have the scriptures of the Ancient Great Emperors, every successive lord has undergone ten thousand cruel trials and tribulations to become the foremost under heaven!” Qi Luo secretly transmitted his voice from the ancient palace.

“In the past, if one could not become an unparalleled expert and could not kill all kings, the Heavenly Court would rather not choose a master,” Old Blade Handle also transmitted his voice.

“That’s right, the Lord of the Heavenly Court must be the foremost under heaven!” Qi Luo’s words were resonant, ringing in Ye Fan’s ears, like ten thousand swords unsheathing and roaring in unison.