# Chapter 1081: Demon Fetus Beheaded
The cyan bronze lamp flickered, its flame bright and clear. Within it sat a very small An Miaoyi in a meditative pose, chanting sutras amidst the firelight, solemn and sacred.
The true body of An Miaoyi had a serene expression, her white robes gently fluttering, making her appear distant and ethereal, as if about to ascend as an immortal, untouched by worldly fireworks.
She seemed like a different person, increasingly illusory and vague, with a smile that was somewhat difficult to approach intimately, carrying a hint of distance.
Ye Fan gazed at her, only feeling a sense of familiarity when he saw the figure seated within the bronze lamp. He spoke softly, "Miaoyi."
"Go on." Within the green lamp, the familiar and close smile hadn't changed at all as she waved to him.
"Farewell. Until we meet again." The true body An Miaoyi also spoke, then turned and departed like this, graceful as an immortal, flying through the air toward the direction of Lantuo Temple.
Ye Fan stood in a daze, not moving for a long time.
When a ray of morning sunlight shot over, he finally rose and left. Being in the Western Desert, he could feel the mysterious telekinetic power every day. He wanted to observe Mount Sumeru from afar and didn't plan to leave immediately.
The Western Desert had several ancient lands—Xuankong Temple, Lantuo Temple, Shenxia Temple, and others—all extremely renowned, possessing the highest secret techniques of the Buddhist sect, revered throughout the world.
Ye Fan traveled on foot, passing by Lantuo Temple, walking toward the center of this land, feeling the atmosphere of the Buddhist realm, observing strands of sacred faith radiance, contemplating in his heart.
One day later, Ye Fan passed by a dilapidated temple. This place had become a ruin, scorched and blackened.
"Why would someone destroy a temple in the Western Lands?" He was somewhat surprised. This small temple wasn't large, nor did it cover much ground. He scattered the ashes, revealing over a dozen corpses.
"Qingling Temple—wasn't this a place where Miaoyi once cultivated?" Ye Fan couldn't help but frown. This small temple had been destroyed less than half a month ago.
An Miaoyi had set out from Ahan Ancient Temple, traveled throughout the Western Desert, and cultivated in many ancient temples before finally stopping at Lantuo Temple. This was just one of them, which she had mentioned before.
"Reverse the flow, trace the source, Returning to Antiquity Art!"
Ye Fan gave a soft shout, his gaze brilliant, his forehead bone crystalline like a mirror, shining upon the broken walls and rubble.
This was a mystical technique he had cultivated on Earth, having obtained an incomplete Vedic scripture in an ancient Dao field, comprehending its profound principles, and obtaining this mysterious art that could recreate scenes from the past.
Ye Fan's forehead bone emitted light, shining among the tiles and falling upon the corpses, tracing back to what had happened over ten days ago. After a moment, his body trembled!
"Wang Teng!"
His pupils blazed intensely, sharp as knives. It was actually Wang Teng who had done this. No need for detailed explanation—he knew what this person intended to do. To take revenge on him, he would stop at nothing.
"He knows I've returned, understands he's no match for me, so he wants to strike at An Miaoyi, killing everyone in this temple."
Ye Fan moved like the wind and lightning, quickly giving chase, arriving at another small temple An Miaoyi had mentioned. This ancient temple was intact, having escaped disaster.
"It seems the people at the first temple discovered his malicious intentions and were silenced."
He didn't dare delay, heading straight for Lantuo Temple, secretly learning that An Miaoyi had returned unharmed.
"Wang Teng, it's time to settle this once and for all."
Ye Fan concealed himself in the sacred mountain, watching everything here. He believed Wang Teng would definitely appear—it was only a matter of time.
A few days later, An Miaoyi went out, heading to Shenxia Temple to contemplate a Buddhist dharma.
Ye Fan didn't reveal himself, using the Heavenly Court's life-slaying secret technique to hide in the void, following all the way. He felt Wang Teng should appear.
Sure enough, after traveling several thousand li, a golden ancient war chariot rumbled forward, emitting sky-piercing radiance, surrounded by true dragons, immortal phoenixes, white tigers, black tortoises, and others, encircling him at the center.
This ancient war chariot was entirely golden, radiating ten thousand zhang of light. Standing upon it, he was like the Heavenly Emperor inspecting the mortal world, descending to the human realm.
Wang Teng's black hair was loose, his stature tall, his eyes carrying a cold sharpness. He held a golden holy sword, cutting off the path ahead, the divine blade light extending from the sword tip reaching hundreds of zhang, sweeping toward An Miaoyi.
"Chi"
A green lamp appeared, suspended at An Miaoyi's shoulder, emitting a soft radiance, forming a light screen that protected her body.
"You... Wang Teng, I never thought the once-renowned Northern Emperor would sink to such depths. Do you feel you have no hope of killing Ye Fan in this lifetime, so you come to strike at me?" An Miaoyi said softly.
For someone who had been one of the top two or three heavenly prodigies of the younger generation of the human clan, acting in such a manner was undoubtedly self-degradation, losing a heart set on attaining the Dao.
"Haha... hahaha..." Wang Teng laughed loudly, his hair flying, containing both anger and killing intent, cold and grim, his pupils like two deep pools.
"What a pity. The former Northern Emperor has become like this—truly lamentable. One of the foremost young talents has finally fallen, unable to recover, never again displaying invincible grace." An Miaoyi said softly.
"Yes, I lost again. The battle in the Eastern Wasteland, the mysterious man shocked the world with a single spear, forcing me to retreat. I knew he was Ye Fan. I am no match for him." Wang Teng's expression was cold. "He led tens of thousands of iron cavalry to annihilate my Northern Plains Wang Clan. This great enmity, I must repay in this lifetime, no matter what. Since I can't kill him, I'll start with his women, making him suffer for a lifetime!"
Wang Teng said grimly, his pupils filled with the light of hatred, nearly mad. The hand holding the golden holy sword trembled slightly, half his body spasming.
"You only see the Wang Clan's destruction, but why not mention what you did back when you were overbearing? If you hadn't gone to destroy a branch of the Southern Ridge Barbarian Clan, and colluded with the ancient clans to exterminate Ye Fan and his friends, how could this have happened? Buddhism speaks of cause and effect—everything was already destined." An Miaoyi said.
"What cause and effect, what heavenly Dao—none of that matters to me now. I want you dead, I want Ye Fan to suffer for a lifetime. Since I can't kill him, I'll torment him spiritually, making him unable to find peace in this life!"
Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot, turning scarlet, killing intent boundless. Even the golden ancient war chariot was shrouded in blood mist, demonic and sinister.
An Miaoyi shook her head. The Northern Emperor had long lost his former stunning appearance, his state of mind fallen. He truly was unable to recover—even if his cultivation were higher, he could never attain the Dao.
"Kill!"
Wang Teng struck, battling An Miaoyi. He wielded the golden holy sword in a vertical slash, the ancient war chariot rumbling, crushing everything in its path—mountain peaks, ancient veins, all turned to powder. His battle intent soared to the clouds, demonic aura boundless. An Miaoyi countered, using Buddhist dharma to dissolve and resist his attacks, continuously exchanging blows.
"An Miaoyi, you can't escape today. I'll send your head to the Eastern Wasteland, listen to his wails, watch his heart burn with rage, let him grieve helplessly!"
"You're not the last. Later, I'll hunt down everyone connected to him, kill them one by one. Your skulls will become my collection!"
"Ye Fan, I want you to grieve. I look forward to the sight of your heartbroken despair, hahaha..." Wang Teng seemed mad, laughing and crying, his attacks like a storm, sword energy transforming into thousand illusions, ceaselessly striking.
"Dong!"
Suddenly, a golden fist shattered the void, appearing abruptly, sending Wang Teng and his ancient war chariot flying, causing him to cough up large mouthfuls of blood.
Ye Fan stepped out from the void step by step, holding a black long spear in his hand. His body didn't emit powerful aura, but it made Wang Teng's face change instantly.
"You... you were waiting for me here specially!"
"Settling cause and effect with you here!" Ye Fan advanced. At this point, he was virtually invincible among his peers, overlooking the eight wildernesses. He had even killed the Celestial Prince, let alone a Wang Teng.
As Ye Tong had said, aside from Imperial Prince-level figures, his great enemies were in the starry sky. On this ancient star, there were almost no peers left who could match him.
"Miaoyi, leave. I'll take his head and end the past." Ye Fan said.
An Miaoyi retreated, yielding the battlefield. She believed that even if several Wang Tengs came together, they would be no match for Ye Fan. With his Dao heart broken, what could remain?
"Wang Teng, within thirty moves, I'll kill you cleanly. Show me whatever abilities you have!" Ye Fan said. With an invincible heart, even his aura was like this.
"You're arrogant!" Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot, like two blood-colored cold pools. Once revered as the Northern Emperor, he had never been so despised.
His hatred for Ye Fan was like the waves of the Eastern Sea, boundless and vast. His first defeat in life, first bodily shattering, first pain and humiliation—all originated from Ye Fan, etched into his bones, his great hatred hard to dispel.
"Ah..." Wang Teng went mad, wielding the golden war sword in a vertical slash. The golden ancient war chariot also flew out many phantom images—true dragons, immortal phoenixes, and others—all attacking together.
"Weng!"
Facing these Dao marks, Ye Fan was simple and direct, only one strike. Holding the black long spear with one hand, he swung it forward, sweeping a thousand armies.
"Pu"
All kinds of light shadows, sword blade light, immortal phoenix marks, and others shattered completely, unable to block his powerful offensive.
"Chi"
Ye Fan thrust his spear. The dark gold long spear rose like a black dragon, tearing through the void, splitting the sky. No matter how the ancient war chariot's battle aura covered the heavens and earth, it couldn't stop him.
"Ah..."
Wang Teng screamed. The cold spear tip shook open the golden war sword. The peerless spear blade light shot forth, piercing his chest, leaving a arm-thick blood hole, transparent from front to back, appearing on his body.
"You have fear in your heart, you're afraid. You're even worse than I imagined. Ten moves to take your life!" Ye Fan pointed the black long spear at his brow.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! After a hundred defeats, I'll form a demon fetus. Awaken for me, I'll be invincible under heaven!"
Wang Teng screamed madly, his expression twisted. Demon patterns appeared on his face, and from his crown shot a black light, terrifying and boundless.
At this moment, he transformed into a demon fetus. Black stripes appeared on his forehead bone, as if an ancient great demon king had been reborn, many times stronger!
"What inheritance did you obtain in the Ji Family's ancestral hall back then? I'm afraid it doesn't belong to Emperor Void." Ye Fan asked.
"Haha... hahaha! I, Wang Teng, first obtained the inheritance of Chaotic Ancient Great Emperor, then obtained the secret methods of the Ancient Emperor from Immortal Mountain. Favored by heaven, with heaven-defying great fortune, destined to be invincible in this life. You can't block my path!"
He was truly mad, eyes blood-red, shouting, roaring, viciously attacking Ye Fan.
"Chaotic Ancient inheritance, eternal banishment!"
The void split open. He wanted to send Ye Fan into the boundless dimensional space, forever buried in unknown time and space.
"You couldn't deal with me using this technique back then, what use is it now!?" Ye Fan seemed to stand in eternity, himself immortal, displaying an invincible posture, traversing the void, difficult to banish.
"Pu"
He thrust his spear forward, blood dripping. Wang Teng was a bit slow in dodging, and one arm became bloody mud, flying away.
Now, Ye Fan had an invincible momentum. Every strike against him was majestic and grand, every move suppressing him.
"I won't accept this! I was born bearing the great fortune of heaven and earth. What right do you have to contend with me? I have the Nine Secrets, I have two Great Emperor ancient scriptures. I will definitely kill you!" He was mad, the demon patterns on his forehead growing heavier as he attacked.
Ye Fan's heart shook. He finally understood why Wang Teng had fallen so completely—more precisely, he knew how Wang Teng could resurrect. This was no longer entirely him. Something had parasitized his body. The so-called demon fetus was definitely not Wang Teng.
The Northern Emperor had demonized, unable to control himself. This should be another wisp of aura occupying his body.
A chill surged in Ye Fan's heart. He absolutely couldn't let this person go. He had to kill him cleanly. He shouted loudly: "Demon fetus, beheaded!"
The two fought fiercely. Ye Fan displayed invincible battle intent. On the seventh exchange, a punch sent the golden ancient war chariot flying. The sharp spear tip swept across, and Wang Teng's blood-stained head flew diagonally.
"Pu"
Ye Fan pursued, thrusting his spear through the head, nailing it to the dark gold spear tip. Traces of blood dripped down.
"Reveal all your secrets!"
"Haha... I am Wang Teng. No, I am the imprint left by the invincible emperor of Immortal Mountain. You can't kill me, hahaha..." (To be continued)