Chapter 862: Yuan Emperor vs Wushi

## Chapter 864: Emperor Yuan vs. Emperor Wushi

"Woof," "Woof..."

Dog barks erupted from the crowd, startling many ancient races awake from the recent shock. Qiuxia Plain was filled with chaos, chickens flying and dogs barking. The young Daoist, who had earlier introduced himself as "Tongtian," was currently held by a large black dog that had clamped onto his arm, an arm thicker than a normal person's thigh. He grimaced and shouted repeatedly.

"Whose unleashed dog is this, biting people randomly!"

"Woof!"

"You demon dog, I have no grievances with you, old or new. Why are you biting me?"

"What did you just say? The Human Saint Body, after severing his Dao, slaughters Yuangu like... what?" The Black Emperor bared its teeth, its pearly white fangs glinting with a cold light.

"Slaughtering dogs, that's what... Ow, it hurts this poor Daoist to death! Let go of me!" The burly Daoist Tongtian hopped and flailed his arm. The large black dog lunged at him, biting him fiercely and barking incessantly. Onlookers couldn't help but laugh and cry at the sight. While the battlefield was intensely tense, here a human-dog battle raged with continuous barking.

As the evening glow fell, Qiuxia Plain was scarred with deep valleys and chasms everywhere, appearing particularly desolate and somber under the blood-red sunset.

"Emperor Yuan severed the strongest enemy of his life here and attained the Dao. You are his eighth-generation descendant, with his imperial blood flowing within you. Why can't you stand up and kill your opponent!?" An Ancestor King from the Primordial Lake roared, his voice echoing across the entire plain, making everyone tremble. His words carried the power of thunder, as if the laws of the Heavenly Dao were rumbling!

Human cultivators, in particular, felt a chill. Although there was an agreement at the Myriad Races Grand Assembly that Saints would not display their divine abilities, who could guarantee they wouldn't intervene? At this moment, several Ancestor Kings were observing the battle on Qiuxia Plain, causing those who supported Ye Fan and held hope for him to feel their hearts sink, giving rise to an ominous premonition. Ye Fan's heart tightened. Was the Ancestor King from Primordial Lake trying to awaken Yuangu's fighting spirit, or was his hidden intent to warn Ye Fan not to intervene—a death threat? This was a life-or-death battle. Before the decisive fight, it had been agreed that no one was to interfere; everything would depend on strength. The victor would live, the loser would perish.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of Ye Fan. His footsteps echoed eerily across the silent battlefield, like the footsteps of death itself.

"Ah..." Yuangu cried out in agony, his black hair swirling like wild grass. He stood up stiffly, his glabella cracked and bleeding continuously. His Immortal Terrace was almost shattered, and half of his divine sense was destroyed.

"I am defeated... but I am not reconciled!" He roared in a low voice, his thick black hair disheveled, covering half of his face. His eyes, like black suns, appeared empty. He resembled a dormant demonic overlord.

"Unwillingness won't change the outcome," Ye Fan approached, his entire body enveloped in a radiant glow, like a Heavenly Emperor descending to the mortal realm, his aura incredibly oppressive.

"I failed on the path to Dao attainment; there's no hope for this life. But the me who has severed my Dao in Immortal Three can kill you," Yuangu laughed sorrowfully. Everyone was stunned, not understanding his meaning. Why did he say that? It was as if there was a hidden secret, and Ye Fan was also taken aback.

"As the eighth-generation descendant of Emperor Yuan, even after severing my Dao in Immortal Three, I was still defeated by you. Do you think I'm too weak?" Yuangu's voice was low and full of disappointment. He continued, "I wanted to attain the Dao, so I challenged you to a decisive battle. How could I suppress you with my cultivation realm? I have Emperor Yuan's blood flowing within me, and I have my own dignity!"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Was Yuangu suppressing his cultivation realm? Did he engage the Human Saint Body in a fair fight at the peak of Immortal Two? Ye Fan was also stunned. Yuangu considered this battle a crucial step on his path to Dao attainment. Did he not use his Dao-severing power? Though cruel and ruthless, he unexpectedly possessed such persistence and dedication.

"Abandoning everything, forgetting all kin and friends, reviving in this era solely to attain the Dao—it was my only hope and goal. But now, it... is gone," Yuangu whispered, tears rolling down his face, tinged with sorrow. The path to Dao attainment is a path of ruthlessness. Cultivators must let go of too much. And a person like him, who had been sealed since ancient times until now, surely had many more stories.

"With no hope for Dao attainment, death is my only destination!" Yuangu's voice was cold, filled with determination. His black hair fell completely, obscuring his entire face. He declared, "However, I will take you with me. I don't want to leave too much trouble for my clan."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan calmly stated, "Let me put an end to your life."

"The ancient emperor's bloodline shines eternally! As a descendant of Emperor Yuan, I shall let you witness the true power of Dao Severing!" Yuangu shed his sorrow, swept away his decline, and his entire being's essence, energy, and spirit surged dramatically, as if he had become a different person.

"Clang, clang..." At this moment, divine chains shot out from Yuangu's body, one after another. Everyone could see them clearly—dazzling and brilliant, they were threads of order, pathways of divine laws! This was the true power of Dao Severing. At this moment, he was like a phoenix reborn from fire. All the chains of order were connected to his body, resembling phoenix feathers, mysterious and ethereal.

"Whirring..." The chains of order rattled, linking together. Yuangu's battle qi surged and boiled within him, like a divine son adorned with phoenix feathers, radiating billions of rays of light. Hope had vanished from his heart. Longing for the ancient past, he had no attachment left to this world. Remembering his family and the most precious emotions, he embraced the will to die, seeking only a glorious final battle to kill his enemy, and then end himself.

"Fight! A battle with no reservations!" Yuangu cried out in sorrow, shaking heaven and earth. His hair danced wildly, and he charged forth like a demonic god.

"As you wish, a final glorious battle!" Ye Fan also shouted, his combat power pushed to its limit, with no reserve strength remaining.

"Boom!" Their fists collided, releasing a magnificent light that engulfed heaven and earth, producing an earth-shattering sound! The aftershock swept across the land, a visible ripple rapidly surging in all directions. Roaring sounds echoed incessantly, and the desolate mountain ranges on the horizon collapsed in swathes, turning into dust and scorched earth! It was a true battle of Dao severance, where lives were risked without reservation. The two fought until blood flowed freely, the sun and moon lost their light, heaven and earth paled, and mountains and rivers crumbled.

Ye Fan fiercely fought Yuangu, unleashing all his divine abilities and laws. In this life-or-death battle, the blood within his body boiled. The Dao-severing Yuangu was far more terrifying than before. Chains of order whirred and moved, reverberating through the sky. Each time they pierced through, Ye Fan's mouth would overflow with a mouthful of golden saint blood—this was the power of laws. The two fought a fierce battle that darkened the sky, much more intense than before. Blood splattered as they fought bathed in their own gore.

The divine chains rattled, connecting to Yuangu's body. He was like an immortal phoenix, enveloped in crimson light, standing under an eternal divine radiance. He constructed his own world of laws in the void, forming a cage that became increasingly brilliant. Every divine chain of law he created resonated with Dao sounds, echoing throughout the heavens.

"My Dao turns once, a hundred years of youth!" Yuangu roared, finally unleashing his Dao.

"Pfft!" A flash of blood, unavoidable. A crimson divine chain pierced through Ye Fan's body, pinning him in the void. Golden blood spilled forth. At this moment, Ye Fan felt a life force surge out of his body, draining away along the divine chain. It was as if he had instantly lost a hundred years of his life. In the sky, various light-showers danced—the most primordial life essence—making the two combatants appear like immortal deities clashing, a scene of brilliance and grandeur.

"My Dao turns again, youth fades, a thousand years pass like flowing water, heroes turn to dust." Yuangu roared again. This time, ten crimson divine chains surged forth. There was no escape, no place to hide.

"Pfft," "Pfft~" Ten chains of order pierced through Ye Fan, each one stained with blood, a shocking sight. He was like someone nailed to a cross, struggling to move, with only blood flowing. Time seemed to be slipping away rapidly. Ye Fan was inwardly shocked; he felt himself aging. Was this the power of time? He absolutely refused to believe it!

"Earth may sever my path, Heaven may curse my body, but neither can obliterate me, nor can your Dao!" Ye Fan roared, his body bursting with immeasurable light. A golden Taiji circle appeared—his divine form, radiating the aura of the Grand Dao. Simultaneously, various phenomena like the Azure Lotus, Immortal King Descending to Nine Heavens, Splendid Rivers and Mountains, and the Golden Divine Sea all manifested, forming a cosmic Dao diagram, as if creating a new world!

"Boom!" Heaven and Earth shattered. The ten chains of order broke into pieces, turning into streaks of light that extinguished in the void. Ye Fan broke free from his shackles and let out a furious roar, shaking mountains and rivers. Vital energy from all directions surged wildly to replenish his depleted essence. His divine form appeared, and his phenomena briefly merged, blasting Yuangu away. Yuangu coughed up blood, his chains of order all severed.

Silence fell in all directions. Everyone was astonished. Even the Dao-severing power of the ancient emperor's bloodline had been disintegrated. Yuangu was utterly defeated, even after exhausting all his strength. However, Ye Fan was not unscathed. His essence had been damaged by Yuangu's Dao, requiring time to heal. It had been an extremely close call; he was almost obliterated by his opponent.

"This is the final battle. If I lose, I vanish forever. If I win, I'll take you with me into oblivion." Yuangu walked step by step, expressionless, yet unable to hide a trace of loneliness. He still had a trump card!

"Summon Emperor Yuan, Bloodline Revival!" He uttered each word distinctly, his voice like thunder reverberating through heaven and earth, causing pain in everyone's ear bones.

"No!" people from Primordial Lake cried out in alarm. This was one of Emperor Yuan's ultimate secret techniques. Yuangu, in his current state, was incapable of activating it. Forcibly using it would cripple him. Their clan had Emperor Yuan's blood flowing within them, containing fragments of his Grand Dao, which could be forcibly extracted and unleashed as divine laws!

"Ah..." Yuangu cried out, his black hair shooting upwards. Every inch of his skin bled, releasing strands of life essence, which condensed into a shadow behind him!

"Boom!" At this moment, the supreme aura of an Ancient Emperor permeated the air, as if it had crossed time and space from ancient times, once again reigning over the land! Emperor Yuan! Everyone was terrified. A dreadful power circulated as the summoning of Emperor Yuan and the bloodline revival succeeded, a wisp of imperial might reappearing in the world.

Yuangu roared, shaking the mountains and earth, and charged forward. The blurry figure behind him moved in sync with him, possessing an irresistible aura that caused many people to prostrate themselves on the spot. Although it was only a shadow, it contained a wisp of Emperor Yuan's might and scattered fragments of his laws, making it terrifying to the extreme. By using this move, Yuangu's entire bloodline's spiritual essence was depleted. Even if he killed his opponent, he would have no chance of survival.

Ye Fan found it difficult to move. Emperor Yuan's blurry phantom oppressed the hearts of all, a spiritual deterrence that was ineffable—a terrifying Dao might! Finally, he uttered his own Dao sound, his tongue warring like thunder. Faced with the overwhelming pressure of Emperor Yuan's phantom, he immediately thought of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, using it to contend. His hands moved, evolving the Sacred Fighting Method. Nine true dragons ascended from his hands, their roars shaking the nine heavens. They pulled an ancient coffin, flying towards the vast sky, positioning it before Emperor Yuan's phantom.

It was blocked! He manifested the supreme power of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, resisting the ancient Emperor Yuan. It was an ineffable atmosphere, with the two entities in a standoff. It was a shocking scene: nine enormous true dragons traversed the sky, and a bronze ancient coffin emitted the sound of the Dao, seemingly existing since eternity, rising alongside Emperor Yuan! Silence fell across the four directions. Everyone held their breath, nervously observing the scene, not daring to exhale, afraid of missing anything.

However, Ye Fan was too deeply immersed. The Sacred Fighting Method evolved to its limit, bringing forth all the might of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, as if resurrecting it.

"Boom!" Finally, the nine true dragons swung their tails, pulling the ancient coffin upwards, plunging into the azure sky, disappearing beyond the realm. Everyone was dumbfounded, especially Pang Bo. After recovering, he forcefully punched his fist, realizing that this was truly a case of 'too much is as bad as too little.'

"Boom!" Yuangu approached, his killing intent sweeping across the vast land. The Emperor Yuan phantom behind him also struck, its pressure shaking the nine heavens, irresistible. The ancient emperor's might swept everything before it. Ye Fan cried out in alarm, but did not panic. His eyes flashed with cold lightning, and he began to perform another secret technique—a method taught by the Black Emperor. An aura of an ancient Great Emperor spread forth.

"Boom!" At this moment, he seemed to transform into Emperor Wushi, undefeated throughout his life, suppressing the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, looking down upon the world. His black hair danced wildly as he gazed upon heaven and earth. Ye Fan pressed his large hand forward, colliding head-on with Emperor Yuan's phantom. This was an indirect battle between an ancient Great Emperor and an ancient Emperor, a unique confrontation!

Everyone trembled, sensing a strange aura, as if two supreme beings, separated by eons, were clashing head-on in a grand duel. "Boom!" Earth-shattering collisions occurred continuously. Yuangu and Ye Fan coughed up mouthfuls of blood. Various lights danced between them—fragments of Dao breaking apart, shaking heaven and earth.

"Buzz." Emperor Yuan's phantom dimmed, on the verge of disappearing. Yuangu's face turned ashen, quickly losing all vitality. This Wushi technique, a foundational divine law within the Wushi Scripture, as its name suggests, transforms all power into "nothingness" and reverts all "momentum" back to the "beginning."

"Boom!" Ye Fan used this secret technique to strike, repelling Emperor Yuan's phantom and then dissolving it into Yuangu's blood. Everyone was shocked and speechless.

"Summon Emperor Yuan, Bloodline Revival!" Yuangu cried out, wanting to re-enact this forbidden technique. However, Ye Fan gave him no chance. With his left hand, he employed the Wushi technique, suppressing Emperor Yuan's phantom. With his right hand, he unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, delivering a world-shattering blow!

"Pfft!" Blood rained down. Yuangu's body disintegrated inch by inch, vanishing from the world. A complex, unreadable expression appeared on his face, eventually filled with sorrow.

"Abandoning everything, forgetting family and true affection, coming alone to this world to attain the Dao, but hope... is gone." Finally, with a trace of sorrow and desolation, tears streamed down Yuangu's face. He spread his arms, reaching into the lightless void, confronting the darkness alone, and said, "Family... true affection... I'm back, returning to the primordial past!" He transformed into specks of light and rain, dissolving into the heavens and earth, vanishing forever. A gust of wind blew, leaving nothing behind.