# Chapter 993: Invincible Under the Starry Sky
One Qi Transforms into Three Purities was a wondrous technique!
Although Ye Fan had only comprehended a single Dao body, at this moment he displayed his terror. His true body and Dao body simultaneously wielded the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, beating even the Pope who relied on faith power until he had no temper left—bones broken, tendons snapped, covered in blood.
Of course, the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist was also terrifying. It seemed like a fist intent born specifically for the Human Sacred Body. Once a fist was thrown, heaven collapsed and earth sank, crushing all obstacles with irresistible force.
"Hum—"
Every time Ye Fan and his Dao body threw a punch, it produced an explosive roar. The void was torn open, and nothing could withstand his golden fists.
The Pope coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. His crown fell off, his ceremonial robe was tattered, and his crystalline body was covered in cracks everywhere. He was clearly on the verge of collapse, about to be destroyed in form. But at this moment, he smiled instead. He did not retreat but rather met Ye Fan's fists head-on.
A cold sneer curled at the corner of his mouth as he shouted, "Let this end!"
"Boom!"
A sage's aura erupted, surging out like a flood of savage beasts. In an instant, it spread throughout the Vatican, causing everyone to tremble. Unable to withstand the pressure, they all knelt prostrate on the ground.
An ancient sage!
The supreme aura of an ancient sage burst forth. This scene and spectacle shocked everyone into trembling, filling them all with terror.
The Pope's entire body glowed. He summoned a battle garment from the void—golden and resplendent, illuminating the heavens. Every place was filled with sacred power, directly suppressing Ye Fan.
He had deliberately approached, then suddenly sacrificed a sacred weapon to ambush his powerful opponent, intending to use the divine garment to crush Ye Fan to death on the spot.
This was a killing move. Against any other opponent, it would mean certain death, because the divine power of an ancient sage was unimaginably strong, far beyond what a Dao Cutter could compare to. Once their artifacts were deployed, the outcome was almost inevitably fatal.
Using himself as a lure, the Pope summoned the Golden Divine Garment, suspending it in the void. It erupted with ocean-like waves of light, destroying heaven and earth without boundary. Even the sacred mountain engraved with ancient sage formation arrays had its surface ground into stone powder.
Ye Fan stepped back using the Stride Art. In his hands appeared two black arrows, which he activated with overwhelming divine might. Blazing and dazzling, they blocked the Golden Divine Garment as he retreated over ten li, escaping the deadly tribulation.
In this age of declining Dharma, finding an opponent to test one's achievements was not easy. Having finally encountered the Divine Knight and the Pope, Ye Fan naturally did not want to miss the opportunity, but there was no way to continue now.
In the sky, the golden sacred garment clanked as if it had life. It automatically disassembled, then covered the Pope's body, producing a clanging sound, and even breathing could be heard.
This sacred garment was entirely golden. When donned by the Pope, it was as dazzling as a sun, emitting a vast aura that forced people to submit and kneel.
The Pope stared at the black arrows in Ye Fan's hands, examining them repeatedly. However, he was not afraid, because the golden sacred garment came with a golden divine shield, flowing with iridescent light. He held it in his palm, radiating blazing brilliance.
Ye Fan's expression was cold. He had long guessed that with the status of the Western orthodox lineage, they would certainly have such things left behind. But with the black arrows in hand, he was not too worried either.
This was a damaged sacred garment, not complete. On its chest was a fist-sized hole, with cracks spreading throughout the body.
One could imagine how fierce that battle had been back then. An ancient sage wearing this divine garment had still had his heart pierced through—truly too terrifying.
"It's not a legendary sacred weapon. You wanted to ambush and crush me to death? I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
"We'll only know after trying," the Pope said coldly. He was very composed and calm, with astonishing defensive power. He was not afraid of Ye Fan's black arrows, as the sacred garment's might was overwhelming.
Conversely, although Ye Fan wielded the black arrows, no sage's aura emanated from them. In the Pope's view, they could only be used for self-defense.
Even a damaged sage's artifact could easily obliterate a Dao Cutter. This was a qualitative difference, absolutely immeasurable and irreconcilable.
Ye Fan did not dare to be overconfident. Even in the Big Dipper, any damaged sacred weapon could destroy a great sect. Its terror was boundless; without a corresponding weapon, death was the only outcome.
In the void, Dao waves flowed. A stone embryo appeared, standing before Ye Fan, facing the golden sacred garment ahead. This immediately aroused suspicion among many.
The vast majority did not recognize it. Only elder figures like the Pope were shocked—this was a Sacred Spirit embryo, appearing once in a thousand lifetimes.
At this moment, the One Qi Transforms into Three Purities secret technique reached its time limit. The Dao body disappeared, leaving only Ye Fan's true physical form. His entire body blurred, and he actually began to merge into the stone embryo.
"What... what secret technique is this?" Even the Pope was greatly startled. He had never heard of or seen anything like it.
Flesh entering stone—this was a divine technique Ye Fan had comprehended recently after his Dao cultivation advanced and he studied the Source Heaven Scroll. He was only a hair's breadth away from being an Origin Heavenly Master and could be honored as one. His understanding of this book had reached the pinnacle, allowing him to display all kinds of wondrous techniques.
An Origin Heavenly Master could see through all the secrets within stone. At the ultimate level, entering stone with one's physical body was no problem. The profound mysteries were difficult for ordinary people to understand.
When he entered the stone embryo, Ye Fan sensed the dried-up bloodlines and meridians of the Sacred Spirit. He released a powerful ocean of divine power, immediately filling them up.
"Boom!"
A sage's might erupted. The stone embryo instantly gained life. Although it was far from matching its former self, at this moment it was comparable to a sacred garment!
"Now we're even. Let's fight!" Ye Fan revived within the stone embryo and charged at the Pope, leaving him dumbfounded, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.
The golden sacred garment was his greatest advantage. If his opponent also had a sacred garment for protection, they would return to square one. He would surely suffer a great defeat, his body destroyed and his Dao extinguished—there was no suspense.
"Thump!"
The sound of the Great Dao rang out. Behind his head, the divine ring reappeared, radiating boundless light. Using the golden sacred garment, he re-gathered faith power, forming it into a dazzling divine disk!
"All beings as one, lend me your sacred power..."
He chanted incantations. The divine disk attached itself to him. The golden sacred garment breathed, inhaling and exhaling the radiance of life. Then he took the initiative to attack, unleashing divine curses.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan was fearless. No matter how many divine abilities or myriad laws you had, he shattered them all with a single fist. Once the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist was unleashed, no secret technique or Dao fruit could withstand it. Nothing could stop it.
Even with the golden sacred garment protecting his body, the Pope's frame shook. The divine disk behind him cracked again, nearly shattering.
"Summon the Scripture of the Covenant!"
The Pope roared. At this critical juncture, he had no choice but to fight desperately, displaying all his means with no cards left to hide. His primordial spirit was dazzling. Empowered by the golden sacred garment, he summoned a scripture from the void—the so-called Covenant of the Gods!
In truth, it was only a few pages, written with divine blood, of the same origin as the divine blood the Divine Knight had bathed in. The paper had long since yellowed, but it emitted a heart-stopping power.
Tens of millions of beams of light shot out, surging forward. Ye Fan directly swung the black arrows in his hands, piercing through them completely. The few yellowed pages burst into flames with a puff, turning to ashes.
"The Scripture of the Covenant has been destroyed!"
Many people cried out. This was a sacred object, not to be defiled. Yet now it had been turned to ashes by the demon from the Central Land, causing many elders to cry out in pain.
Through this strike, the distance between the two had closed again. Ye Fan, within the stone embryo, wore a cold expression as he swung his fist to attack. But at that moment, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body.
"Chi!"
A holy light tore through the void. A divine spear broke through the air, faster and more blazing than lightning. Its entire body radiated immortal brilliance.
This was a sacred weapon, appearing across the heavens. The Pope held it in his hand and thrust it at Ye Fan's heart—vicious and accurate, with divine might surging, splitting heaven and earth.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan sidestepped, avoiding the spear tip. He punched the golden divine spear's shaft, producing a vibrating sound that released immeasurable Dao waves. Then he retreated backward.
The Lance of Longinus!
This was a divine object, a legendary weapon that had slain gods. In legend, this spear had nailed Jesus to the cross. Later, due to various reasons and legends, the Vatican had enshrined it as a sacred object.
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 had been lost, and those that remained were mostly later forgeries.
Only this divine spear had been passed down, becoming the Vatican's greatest killing weapon, renowned throughout the entire Western world.
Of course, with the passage of such a long time and past battles, this spear had been broken into three sections, no longer intact. It was not a legendary sacred weapon.
But its former reputation was immense. After all, it had pierced and killed the sage Jesus, containing extraordinary power within. It was said to be able to change one's fate, hence also called the Spear of Destiny.
The Pope, wielding this spear, suddenly ambushed Ye Fan. Yet still failed to injure his opponent. His face darkened, knowing that today would likely not end well.
"Boom!"
However, he had no retreat. Only a desperate fight remained. With the golden shield in one hand and the Spear of Destiny in the other, he tore open the sky and charged forward in a great assault.
Ye Fan sneered. With the stone embryo covering his body, he was essentially wearing a sacred garment, able to withstand supreme sage might without fear.
The two clashed. The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist blasted the sky apart, shaking the Pope wielding the Spear of Destiny until he spat blood, his bones cracking and breaking as he retreated step by step.
"Hum—"
The Pope flew sideways several li, leaving a trail of blood blossoms. His hands moved rapidly, and his entire person suddenly vanished from the battlefield. All the sacred mountains blazed with light, pressing down toward Ye Fan.
He had activated an ancient formation array, intending to grind Ye Fan to death here. Unable to win in direct combat, he used an ancient sage's killing array to suddenly trap him.
"Your movements are too slow. Did you really think I couldn't tell that the battlefield you opened had an ancient formation array?"
The cold words sounded beside the Pope, making his entire body turn cold as a chill surged through him. His opponent had escaped together with him—what was trapped was only an afterimage!
With the Stride Art, Ye Fan naturally moved at extreme speed. He had long known that a place like the Vatican would certainly have things left by ancient sages, and had been on guard.
"Fine, then let us go to hell together!"
The Pope silently recited incantations, executing a secret technique. Holy light shone everywhere, connecting him and Ye Fan together. Moreover, heaven and earth overturned. The mysterious ancient formation array reappeared, trapping both him and Ye Fan together.
"Chi!"
Ye Fan drew his bow and nocked an arrow. At this moment, he struck with overwhelming force. The time for testing his Dao fruits should come to an end. Victory and defeat, life and death, would all be decided.
"Puff!"
The black arrow shot out. Wind and clouds shifted, heaven and earth lost color. It pierced through the void, tore open the golden sacred garment, and penetrated the golden shield, emitting ten thousand rays of light. It blasted the Pope's hand holding the sacred spear into bloody pulp, and the Spear of Destiny fell.
At the same time, Ye Fan followed up. He threw a punch, penetrating through the hole in the golden shield and striking the Pope's body. The golden sacred garment originally had a hole at the chest position, and now a shocking wave of blood burst forth.
The golden sacred garment was damaged a bit more but ultimately preserved. However, the Pope inside had been turned into a mass of bloody pulp. With a clang, the sacred garment scattered, reassembling not far away, leaving a mist of blood at the original spot.
"Chi!"
Ye Fan swung the second black arrow, cutting off the connection between the blood mist and himself. At the final moment, the Pope had executed a forbidden secret technique, linking the two together—almost like a curse, allowing them to die together.
In the distance, the sacred mountains rumbled, shaking with movement. All of them erupted with heaven-shaking killing intent. The ancient sage's killing formation was activated.
Ye Fan was cold and silent. Without a word, he continuously drew his bow and shot arrows. The two black arrow feathers turned into lightning, shooting dozens of times. A great mountain ahead collapsed with a thunderous crash. He broke free from the ancient killing formation and charged out!
Divine might, awe-inspiring. Truly invincible under the starry sky. He surveyed the surroundings with a commanding gaze. The crowd was utterly silent. At this point, no one dared to speak another word. Their hearts and courage all trembled.
Divine might, supreme!
Ye Fan stood atop a mountain peak, looking down upon everyone. Then he ascended to the Vatican's first sacred palace, preparing to retrieve the ancestral artifact.