Chapter 999: The Ruthless Great Emperor Has Arrived
Beyond the domain, Ye Fan faced a great calamity, with the peril of his life and Dao being extinguished!
No one could possibly kill nine young Great Emperors; such a person has never existed from ancient times to the present, for they already represent the ultimate strength.
"If I can eliminate even one, that's one less—my Severing the Dao will not have been in vain!"
Ye Fan shook both hands, slowly tracing and evolving his own Taiji Dao marks. A golden divine circle, as if naturally formed, appeared, enveloping him—this was his Divine Form!
With technique, without technique; with Dao, without Dao—all lay in a single thought!
He cast aside distracting thoughts, calming his heart, transcending his current state of mind, evolving his own Dao traces. All thoughts settled, myriad intentions returned to the spirit, free from worry and care, his entire mind focused on embodying the Dao.
"Boom!"
The nine young Great Emperors would not give him time. They struck without mercy, aiming to annihilate Ye Fan, all unleashing their Emperor Fists together.
Yet this time, Ye Fan did not face them directly. Instead, he suddenly surged upward against the heavens, striking toward the source of the heavenly tribulation, blasting deep into the eternal sky vault, directly breaking through the tribulation.
"Hum—"
The phantom bodies of the nine human Great Emperors all trembled. They were the nine human-shaped lightning bolts descending from the center of the thunder sea, and all were shaken, their attacks momentarily slowing.
For Ye Fan to try to force them back like this was impossible. He could only move again, stretching his body, transforming into a curved dragon-shaped Dao mark, perfecting the Taiji divine circle.
At the same time, crackling sounds came from within his body. The five secret realms—Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, and Immortal Platform—all emitted ancient scriptures, vast and boundless. His entire body and the golden circle were densely covered with symbols, all Dao marks, shaking out astonishing divine light.
"Break free, gestate and transform a Dao-Self, a true self!" he shouted in his heart. Many ancient scriptures merged, aiming to connect the five secret realms into one, forming his own sacred Dao!
Beneath the sky, within the thunder sea, various scriptures densely filled the space, symbols and Dao marks interweaving. Ye Fan was sealed within, radiating immeasurable light, the golden circle rising and falling, dazzling and brilliant.
Above his head, that young Great Emperor from earlier—was he not killed by the Ruthless One, but rather his time had run out?" Ye Fan's eyes shone with divine light; he saw hope!
"Yes, it must be so. All are Great Emperors, all are the strongest of past and present. No one can kill an opponent in a single strike!" he murmured to himself.
He saw the hope of Severing the Dao. Human strength has its limits, and so does heaven. The Dao is incomplete. To be able to fight so many and persist to the end would be enough to shake the ages, to reverse and sever the Dao.
"Fight until heaven itself has no more heavenly punishment to send down!"
"Boom—"
In Ye Fan's hope, three great stars suddenly burst into brilliance, appearing in the sky, and the nine stars gathered again.
A monk in a kasaya walked out. Ye Fan was momentarily stunned—who else could be a monk who attained the Dao? It could only be Amitabha!
On the other side, a man holding an incomparably sharp dragon sword exuded a murderous aura that spanned the ages, thick and unyielding. That was the Supreme Emperor Sword; the identity of the newcomer needed no further explanation.
The third person was entirely radiant, even more blazing than the sun. Every inch of his flesh was wreathed in red sunlight, impossible to look at directly. Seeing this, Ye Fan vaguely guessed—this was the Sun Saint Emperor!
Several had left, but several had come. Had all these people once come to this end of the starry sky? Ye Fan's heart turned cold. How could this be resolved?
"There is no other way—only if my own Dao transcends all other Daos!"
Ye Fan harbored no illusions. He could only rely on himself. The Human Demon of ancient times had once told him on the Ancient Yinghuo Star that having many scriptures converge and integrating them was good, but if they could not be melted into one furnace, great disaster would follow.
In recent years, he had been digesting several ancient scriptures, absorbing the essence of the various Emperors, and creating his own Dao. He was well-prepared, accumulating thickly before bursting forth. But the Dao-Self he had just gestated had gone wrong.
"Break free—I must succeed. Above the Divine Form, create my Dao!"
The nine young Great Emperors closed in. For Ye Fan, this was an unimaginable tempering, forcing him to transform once more and gestate the Dao-Self.
"My Dao..."
On this day, Ye Fan endured tribulations beyond what the world could imagine. He was shattered into pieces dozens of times, gestating the Dao-Self, cutting it from his true body.
Failure after failure, starting over again and again. His life source was nearly completely exhausted, all for the sake of transcending all Daos, refusing to yield.
In the end, he even awakened his Past-Self, as if another god had appeared within his body!
Past-Self, True Self (also the Original Self), and Dao-Self—the three turned in rotation, as if there were three selves: one born in the past, one seated in the present, and another standing in the future. All kinds of wondrous scenes unfolded.
When Ye Fan was killed once again, time seemed to freeze. The Past-Self silently recited scriptures in the past for the present life; the True Self's body existed in the current era; the Dao-Self sat in the future, comprehending the Dao.
The True Self's body shattered. Golden blood, white bone fragments, split flesh shells—all scattered in various places, not immediately reassembling.
Between heaven and earth, within the thunder sea, the Past-Self, Original Self, and Dao-Self all chanted scriptures and comprehended the Dao together. Every piece of flesh, every broken bone, every drop of golden blood began to shimmer.
In a daze, the flesh, bones, and blood continuously decomposed, transforming into countless ancient stars, too many to count. There were brilliant star rivers and vast, majestic great stars—a magnificent scene!