Chapter 993: Starry Sky Invincibility

The One Qi Manifests Three Pure Ones is an astonishingly profound technique! Though Ye Fan had only manifested a single Dao body, he now displayed his terrifying power. His true body and the Dao body simultaneously unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, battering the Pope—who was empowered by the force of faith—until he was utterly subdued, his bones broken, and his body covered in blood.

Naturally, the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist was equally terrifying. It appeared to be an invincible fist intent, perfectly suited for the Human Sacred Body. With a single strike, it could make the heavens collapse and the earth cave in, sweeping away all obstacles.

Boom! Each time Ye Fan and his Dao body swung their fists, explosive roars erupted, tearing open the void. Nothing could withstand their golden fists.

The Pope coughed up great mouthfuls of blood. His crown fell off, his sacred robes were tattered, and his body, once radiant, was covered in cracks. He was clearly faltering, on the verge of destruction, yet at this moment, he smiled. He did not retreat; instead, he met Ye Fan’s fists head-on.

A cold sneer played on his lips as he roared, “Let’s end this!”

Boom! A saintly aura erupted, surging forth like a monstrous flood. It instantly permeated the Vatican, causing everyone to tremble and fall to their knees, unable to withstand its immense pressure.

An ancient saint! The supreme aura of an ancient saint suddenly burst forth. This sight stunned everyone, making them tremble and filling them with dread.

The Pope glowed intensely. From the void, he summoned a battle armor, brilliantly golden and illuminating the sky. Every inch of it was imbued with sacred power, which he directed to suppress Ye Fan.

He deliberately drew close, then suddenly unleashed this sacred artifact, ambushing his formidable opponent. He intended to use this peerless divine garment to crush Ye Fan to death on the spot.

This was a killer move; any other opponent would have surely perished. The divine power of ancient saints was unimaginably formidable, far surpassing that of Dao Slayers. When their sacred artifacts were unleashed, the outcome was almost certainly fatal.

The Pope acted as a conduit, calling forth the golden divine garment. It hung suspended in the void, unleashing boundless, ocean-like waves of light that threatened to destroy heaven and earth. Even the holy mountain, inscribed with ancient saintly formations, was reduced to nothing but stone powder.

Ye Fan retreated using the "Line" character secret art. Two black arrows appeared in his hand, which he activated, unleashing overwhelming and dazzling divine power. They blocked the golden divine garment, allowing him to retreat several miles away and avert the deadly calamity.

In this era of declining Dharma, finding an opponent to test his progress was difficult. Having finally encountered the Divine Knights and the Pope, Ye Fan naturally didn’t want to miss this opportunity, but for now, the battle could not proceed.

In the sky, the golden sacred garment clanged, as if alive. It automatically disassembled, then reformed over the Pope’s body with a metallic ringing, and even a faint sound of breathing could be heard.

This sacred garment was entirely golden. Once donned by the Pope, it blazed like a sun, exuding a majestic aura that compelled all to submit and kneel.

The Pope stared at the black arrows in Ye Fan’s hand, examining them repeatedly, yet he showed no fear. The golden sacred garment came with a golden divine shield, shimmering with radiant light, which he held in his palm, emitting a blazing divine glow.

Ye Fan’s expression was indifferent. He had long guessed that given the status of the Western orthodox lineage, such an item would certainly be preserved. However, with the black arrows in hand, he wasn’t overly concerned.

This was a damaged sacred garment, not entirely intact. There was a fist-sized hole in its chest, and cracks spread across its entire surface.

One could only imagine how fierce the battle had been in the past; even an ancient saint wearing this divine garment had their heart pierced through. It was truly terrifying.

“It is not a true heirloom sacred weapon, yet you seek to ambush and suppress me to death? I am afraid you will be disappointed.”

“We shall see,” the Pope retorted coolly. He remained poised and calm, his astonishing defense making him fearless of Ye Fan’s black arrows, as the divine garment’s sacred power was indeed immense.

Conversely, although Ye Fan held the black arrows, no saintly aura emanated from him. In the Pope’s view, they could merely provide self-preservation.

Even a damaged sacred artifact of a saint could easily slay a Dao Slayer. This represented a qualitative change, absolutely immeasurable and irreparable.

Ye Fan dared not be arrogant. Even on Beidou, any damaged sacred weapon unleashed could destroy a major sect, its terror boundless. Without a matching weapon, one could only face death!

In the void, Dao waves flowed, and a stone embryo appeared, standing before Ye Fan, directly facing the golden sacred garment. This instantly aroused suspicion among many.

Most people were unaware, only seasoned figures like the Pope were truly shocked. This was a holy spirit embryo, rarely seen in a thousand generations.

At this moment, the One Qi Manifests Three Pure Ones secret art reached its limit. The Dao body vanished, leaving only Ye Fan’s true physical form. His body blurred, and he began to merge into the stone embryo.

“What… what secret art is this?” Even the Pope was greatly astonished, having never heard or seen anything like it before.

Flesh merging into stone – this was a divine art Ye Fan had comprehended after his recent advancements in cultivation, by studying the Origin Heavenly Book. He was only a step away from being considered an Origin Heavenly Master himself, having reached the pinnacle of understanding for this book, thus enabling him to display various profound arts.

An Origin Heavenly Master could perceive all secrets within stone, and at the highest level, merging flesh into stone was not an issue. Its profound mysteries were difficult for most people to comprehend.

Upon entering the stone embryo, Ye Fan sensed the dry bloodlines and meridians of the holy spirit. He unleashed a vast ocean of divine power, instantly filling them.

Boom! A saintly aura erupted, and the stone embryo instantly gained vitality. Although it was far from comparable to its former living state, it now served as a sacred garment!

“Now we’re evenly matched! Let’s fight!” Ye Fan revived within the stone embryo and charged towards the Pope, who was instantly bewildered, sensing that things were taking a bad turn.

The golden sacred garment was his greatest advantage. If his opponent also possessed a sacred garment for protection, they would be back at square one, and he would surely suffer a crushing defeat, his body and cultivation obliterated, with no suspense.

Boom! The resounding sound of the Grand Dao echoed. Behind his head, a divine halo reappeared, radiating immeasurable light. He used the golden sacred garment to once again gather the power of faith, forming a dazzling divine disc!

“All beings united, lend me your sacred power…”

He chanted an incantation, divine power enveloping him. The golden sacred garment seemed to breathe, inhaling and exhaling the radiance of life. Then, he launched an active attack, unleashing a divine curse.

“Hmph!” Ye Fan was fearless. No matter how many divine abilities or laws, all would be shattered with a single punch. Once the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist was unleashed, no secret art, no Dao fruit could withstand it; nothing could block it.

Even with the golden sacred garment protecting him, the Pope’s body jolted, and the divine disc behind him cracked once more, nearly shattering.

“Summon the Scripture of the Divine Covenant!”

The Pope roared. At this critical juncture, he had no choice but to stake his life, deploying all his means and holding nothing back. His eyes blazed. Amplified by the golden sacred garment, he summoned a scripture from the void, known as the Divine Covenant!

In reality, it was just a few pages, written with divine blood, originating from the same divine blood that the Divine Knights had bathed in. The pages had long since yellowed, yet they exuded a heart-palpitating power.

Tens of thousands of radiant lights surged forth, rushing forward. Ye Fan directly swung the black arrows in his hand, completely piercing through them. The few yellowed pages ignited with a puff, turning to ashes.

“The Scripture of the Divine Covenant has been destroyed!”

Many people cried out in alarm. This was a sacred object, not to be defiled, yet now it had been turned to ash by a demon from the Middle Lands, causing many elders to cry out in heartbroken anguish.

With this strike, the distance between the two was further closed. Ye Fan, within the stone embryo, his expression indifferent, swung his fists and charged forward. But at that very moment, he suddenly felt a chill run through him.

Boom. A sacred light tore through the void, and a divine spear burst forth, faster and more radiant than lightning, radiating an immortal glow throughout its entirety.

This was a sacred weapon, appearing out of nowhere. The Pope held it and thrust it towards Ye Fan’s heart, fierce and precise, its divine power vast, tearing apart the very cosmos.

Clang! Ye Fan dodged, avoiding the spear’s tip, and struck the golden divine spear’s shaft with a punch, emitting a vibrating hum that sent out boundless Dao waves. He then retreated.

The Lance of Longinus!

This was a divine artifact, a legendary god-slaying weapon. It was this very spear that had nailed Jesus to the cross, and later, for various reasons and legends, it was revered as a holy relic by the Vatican.

In the Western orthodox lineage, the Ark of the Covenant, the Shroud of Turin, the Holy Grail, the True Cross, and the Lance of Longinus were the most famous. Most of them had been lost, and even if they existed, many were later forgeries.

Only this divine spear had been passed down, becoming the Vatican’s foremost killing weapon, renowned throughout the entire West.

Of course, an immense amount of time had passed, and great battles had occurred, so this spear had broken into three sections and was no longer intact. It was not a true heirloom sacred weapon.

However, its former prestige was immense, as it had, after all, pierced the saint Jesus to death. It contained extraordinary power and was said to be able to alter one’s destiny, thus earning it the name “Spear of Destiny.”

The Pope, wielding this spear, launched a sudden attack, yet still failed to harm his opponent. His face darkened, knowing that a good outcome was unlikely today.

However, he had no retreat; he could only fight to the death. Wielding the golden shield in one hand and the Spear of Destiny in the other, he tore open the sky and charged forth with murderous intent.

Ye Fan sneered. With the stone embryo merged with his body, he was as if wearing a sacred garment, able to withstand supreme holy power, making him fearless.

The two battled fiercely. The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist shattered the firmament, causing the Pope—who wielded the Spear of Destiny—to vomit blood, his bones cracking, as he was forced to retreat step by step.

Buzz. The Pope was sent flying several miles away, leaving a trail of blood blossoms. His hands moved rapidly, and he vanished from the battlefield in an instant. All the holy mountains erupted with light, pressing down on Ye Fan.

He activated an ancient formation, intending to grind Ye Fan to dust. Unable to win the direct battle, he resorted to an ancient saint’s killing formation, suddenly encircling him.

“You’re too slow. Did you really think I couldn’t tell that the battlefield you created contained an ancient formation?”

Cold words sounded next to the Pope, sending a chill through him. A cold dread enveloped him; his opponent had charged out with him, leaving only an afterimage trapped!

Ye Fan possessed the "Line" character secret art, making him incredibly fast. He naturally knew that a place like the Vatican would surely contain artifacts left by ancient saints, and he had been vigilant all along.

“Alright, let us go to hell together!”

The Pope silently chanted a spell, unleashing a secret art. Sacred light enveloped everything, connecting him and Ye Fan. Furthermore, the world turned upside down, and an inexplicable ancient formation reappeared, trapping both him and Ye Fan.

Swish! Ye Fan drew his bow and notched an arrow. At this moment, he made a powerful move; the testing of his Dao fruit was about to conclude, and the curtain would fall on victory and defeat, life and death.

Pfft! As the black arrow shot forth, winds shifted and clouds changed, the world lost its color. It pierced through the void, tore open the golden sacred garment, and penetrated the golden shield, emitting brilliant light. It shot the hand holding the sacred spear into a bloody pulp, and the Spear of Destiny fell.

At the same time, Ye Fan followed up, unleashing a punch that passed through the hole in the golden shield and struck the Pope’s body. The golden sacred garment already had a hole in its chest, and now an astonishing wave of blood gushed out from it.

The golden sacred garment was further damaged, but ultimately it remained. However, the Pope inside had turned into a mass of bloody pulp. With a clang, the sacred garment fell apart, then reassembled nearby, leaving a mist of blood where he had stood.

Whoosh! Ye Fan swung the second black arrow, severing the connection between the blood mist and himself. At the last moment, the Pope had used a forbidden secret art, linking the two of them in a near-cursed bond, allowing them to die together.

In the distance, the holy mountains rumbled and roared, all emitting an earth-shattering murderous aura as the ancient saint’s killing formation was activated.

Ye Fan remained indifferent, not uttering a word. He continuously drew his bow and fired arrows. The two black feathered arrows transformed into lightning, striking dozens of times. A large mountain in front of him collapsed with a roar, and he broke free from the ancient killing formation, charging out!

His divine might was awe-inspiring, truly unrivaled beneath the starry sky. He gazed around disdainfully, and the crowd fell silent. By now, no one dared to speak, their hearts trembling with fear.

His divine might was peerless!

Ye Fan stood on a mountain peak, looking down upon everyone. Then, he ascended to the Vatican’s First Holy Palace to claim the ancestral artifact.