Chapter 1209: Stopping War with War
"Chi Yun is dead. The Human Sacred Body smashed his body to pieces, blood splattering across the land, leveling nine peaks, and not even a wisp of his divine sense escaped!"
Chi Yun, a powerful expert of the Blood Lightning Clan, lay dead in the wilderness, in a battlefield ten thousand miles from their ancestral land, his form and spirit utterly destroyed. This was shocking.
"Such an ancient sage, with no ordinary cultivation, yet meeting such an end—truly lamentable and regrettable. The Human Sacred Body is far too overbearing."
This was a massive uproar. Ye Fan had first slain Silver Moon, then Chi Yun, shaking the world within days, drawing the attention of all sages.
If it were an ordinary person, it might be one thing, but this was a full-fledged Ancestral King, lofty and exalted, ruling over a domain—yet he was blasted apart by Ye Fan's golden fists!
"Is the rise of the Human Sacred Body unstoppable now? To dare strike so brazenly while the whole world hunts for him shows he has no fear." Some sneered coldly.
This was a severe affront to their dignity. Such a counterattack and killing didn't just slay Chi Yun; it was like slapping these people in the face.
Though Ye Fan hadn't said a word, he was already challenging them with action: if you dare come after me, I'll cut you down!
This was a fierce retaliation, pressing down on people until they could hardly breathe. The fall of an Ancestral King was no small matter; no one would take it lightly.
That day, the entire world was in an uproar. Everywhere—above and below, on ancient stars and in the outer domain battlefields—everyone was talking about it.
"Who would have thought our human race could produce such a figure? For once, we can hold our heads high, actively slaying an ancient Ancestral King—how satisfying!"
"Haha... good! I've been waiting for years, suffocated for too long, and finally this moment has come. Killing him was well done; a few more heads would be even better."
"Those ancient ones have been too domineering, lording it over us for so many years. Now that an Ancestral King has been killed... what a relief!"
The human race was naturally joyful and invigorated. Though Gai Jiuyou sat in authority, the White-Robed Divine King deterred, and Wei Yi provided support, humanity had still been at a disadvantage for so many years.
In the past two years, the ancient clans dared not provoke lightly or start a war, but they still held a position of strength. Rarely had a situation like today's occurred.
At the Zi Mansion Holy Land, known as the ancient slumbering ground of immortals, purple qi billowed, and ten thousand mountains stretched across the land like dragons raising their heads, shrouded in mystery.
An old woman stood before an ancient stone statue, bowed devoutly, and rose, saying, "The Human Sacred Body is stronger than I imagined. If a true Innate Sacred Body Dao Fetus were to appear in the world, would it display even more astonishing feats?"
She turned in the hall and gazed toward a distant mountain peak. There, immortal mist swirled, hazy and mysterious. A purple-robed young girl, her skin snow-white and crystalline, sat cross-legged on a dao platform. Her jet-black hair cascaded down, glossy and mirror-like. Her ice-like skin and jade-like bones made her ethereal and noble. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her long lashes trembling slightly, like a banished immortal.
"Zixia, would you be willing..." The old woman stood on the mountain peak, beginning to speak, but was cut off halfway by the young girl.
"I am not willing!" The young girl, like a spirit or a fairy, opened her beautiful eyes, radiating a dazzling brilliance.
"Another Ancestral King killed. His courage is no small thing!" In an ancient cave filled with blazing smoke and fire, Huo Qizi stood at the entrance, his eyes seeming to pierce through the void, staring into the distance.
Huo Qilin'er, with her tall, slender figure, bright eyes, and white teeth, appeared at the cave entrance and immediately retreated, not wanting to linger.
Several beams of divine light flew over, shattering that stretch of void, trying to shake him out. Two blurry figures even tore through the void and pursued him directly, locking onto his form, intent on killing him.
The two chased him to the Central Province, then to the Western Desert, and finally rushed into the outer domain. But the figure ahead slowly dissolved, turning into a wisp of clear qi.
"We must kill him!"
Some major figures among the ancient clans were truly enraged. Normally lofty and exalted, how could they tolerate such provocation? In their eyes, Ye Fan had slashed them with a sword and then come back to stomp on the wound.
The sages in the outer domain all sneered coldly. Seizing the cauldron was their goal; they cared nothing for the conflict between humans and ancient clans. As long as the target appeared, they would strike.
"Daoist Chi Yun, you died with your eyes open. I will surely take the Sacred Body's head and offer it at your grave, so you may rest in peace!" An Ancestral King of the ancient clans declared thus.
However, unfortunately, he never got that chance. The next day, Ye Fan sought him out.
Over the past few days, through the Holy Prince and some connections with the ancient royal clans, Ye Fan had gathered much information and came straight to kill.
"You want to kill my divine sense and sever my head? Fine. Today I'm here. Come and try!"
On that dark night, the moonlight was dim, and the stars hid among the clouds. It was the perfect time for a moonless, windy night—drinking wine, strumming swords, and taking lives.
This ancient mountain range was the ancestral land of the Chaos Heaven Royal Clan. An ancient Saint King sat in charge here, and there were even beings who had yet to break free from divine source.
The Chaos Heaven Clan ranked among the ten strongest royal clans, terrifying and awe-inspiring. During the period when they ruled the ancient times, the entire world submitted.
This Ancestral King was named Tuluan. He never imagined that Ye Fan would dare approach their clan. Within the clan, experts were as numerous as clouds, with a peerless ancient king in command, so formidable that even the imperial clans dared not provoke them lightly.
Now Ye Fan had come, blocking his path at the periphery of their ancestral land. That figure, like a demon god, exuded a beast-like aura, startling him so much that the hairs on his body stood on end.
Was this still a half-saint? He actually felt as if he were facing a divine sovereign!
That figure was tall and robust, standing there silently, yet radiating an aura of "who else but me" and "I alone am supreme."
"It really is you... the Human Sacred Body!" Tuluan shouted.
Too overbearing! A mere half-saint dared to approach the ancestral land of their most ancient clan, not even taking the slumbering peerless ancestral kings seriously?
But the next moment, he was terrified, because his voice didn't carry out. Instead, the Star-Shifting Art activated, and in an instant, they were transported to another battlefield, far from the ancestral land.
"This is..." Tuluan's face changed, a chill running down his back, as if thorns were stabbing his spine.
"One of the supreme secrets of the Heavenly Court—the Star-Shifting Art!" Ye Fan said coldly, his teeth white, his black hair reaching his waist, like a demon lord descending upon the world.
Over the years, he had nurtured a hundred scriptures in his furnace, delving into various secret arts. How could he have let go of the divine skin brought back from the Immortal Mountain? Many life-slaying grand arts had been imprinted into his soul.
In the past, his strength was insufficient to execute them. Now that he could battle sages, some complex secret arts requiring cultivation support could be displayed.
Of course, this didn't mean that secret arts requiring higher realms were necessarily the top tier in the world; it was merely a prerequisite condition, not representative of anything else.
The Star-Shifting Art, as its name implies, shifts stars and passes time. In truth, it wasn't just about temporal changes but also drastic spatial transformations.
It emphasized the word "shift," capable of wrapping up an enemy and instantly transporting them far away into an unfamiliar temporal and spatial battlefield. At its ultimate level, it could truly achieve "a glance spanning ten thousand years, turning back to find oneself on the other side of the starry sky."
Ye Fan had not yet reached such a divine state. He merely wrapped up his enemy and, through a domain gate, brought them a million miles away.
This was the terror of the Heavenly Court's life-slaying secret arts—unpredictable and impossible to defend against. Even if not perfected, it was enough to intercept and kill a sage at a clan's ancestral land!
This was a great battle lasting half an hour. Ye Fan repeatedly practiced, unleashing all his secret arts to temper himself, consolidate his realm, and seek the opportunity to become a sage.
Finally, the monkey couldn't stand it anymore. A single sweep of his staff sent Tuluan flying, and a tall, straight figure appeared.
Boom!
Ye Fan flicked his wrist, hurling a bloody head to the ground. With a crash, it shattered the stone table laden with offerings, leaving it stained with blood.
"What? That's... Tuluan!"
"Daoist Tuluan is dead!"
These people cried out in shock, charging into the sky in fury. But that figure was merely a wisp of clear qi, slowly dissipating into the void.
That day, the world marveled, everyone stunned. Ye Fan's audacity was too great—to do such a thing!
"Taking a head and offering it as a sacrifice—the Human Sacred Body is utterly insane! Doing something like this, being so overbearing, he'll likely die young!"
"Even if he fled into the cosmos, the royal clans would probably hunt him down. This is a fierce and terrifying counterattack, too intense."
Within half a day, the whole world was in an uproar. Ye Fan was domineering and ruthless, slaughtering Ancestral Kings without fear.
"Hahaha... what a relief! Our human race has finally produced an incredible young man!" Some were enraged, others naturally exhilarated, the world buzzing with noise.
"If you dare to strike, I dare to kill. What of sage blood? Stop war with war, stop conflict with conflict!" These were Ye Fan's resounding words, spreading across the world.