# Chapter 1262: Heaven and Earth Do Not Recognize
Several dozen sky-piercing war spears flew over, each black spear shaft thicker than a roof beam, every one over ten zhang long, sharp and icy cold.
Boom!
This was no longer a thrust—it could be called a smash. Such thick spear tips flew from over ten li away, plunging into the earth in clusters, shattering the ground here instantly.
This was an ambush. While Ye Fan, the Dragon Horse, and the people of the Nine Heavens Nation were conversing, a cluster of massive spears rained down with astonishing power.
The Dragon Horse leaped with all four hooves, nearly getting pinned to the ground, almost caught in the attack. A great demon had locked onto this spot—someone from the Demon Nation.
The Dragon Horse was furious. Ye Fan also turned around, gazing into the distance. There stood a demon over ten zhang tall, rooted in the ancient land, staring back coldly.
Boom!
Magical artifacts flew, Dao instruments flashed, and the battle continued. Several powerful nations were clashing here.
That great demon, having failed in his strike, turned and left to seek other prey and continue his slaughter.
Ye Fan raised his hand, activating the Weapon Art. He drew one of the massive war spears into his grip. His entire body blazed with golden light, and he hurled it on the spot.
The spear was over ten zhang long, yet in his hand it was as light as straw. A streak of black light pierced heaven and earth, reaching its target in an instant.
The great demon tried to dodge, but the spear seemed alive, closing in on his chest in a flash. His armor glowed, he roared at the sky, and his shield struck violently.
Pfft!
Blood splattered. The spear pierced through the shield, penetrated the great demon's body, leaving a river of blood in its wake, carrying his massive corpse several li away.
Finally, it crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. He was nailed to the earth, dead.
Ye Fan's methods were brutal and direct—returning the favor in kind. He did all this calmly, surveying the battlefield.
At this moment, the clamor of battle shook the heavens. Figures filled the area: the Spirit Clan, Demon Nation, Divine Nation, Nine Heavens Nation—countless experts.
Many trial-takers had also arrived. Ye Fan spotted several familiar faces contending here. Clearly, they knew the situation and understood the importance of the Dao Source.
"Kill!"
The battle was fierce. All kinds of magical instruments danced, cold light dazzled, banners fluttered, savage beasts roared, and experts gathered like clouds.
This was a chaotic place. Blood splashed constantly. If not for the seals suppressing the area, this ancient land would have been destroyed dozens or hundreds of times over.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
A rain of light fell—flying swords, each palm-sized, dozens of them. They leveled a majestic mountain range to the ground, killing many.
When they flew toward Ye Fan, his gaze blazed. Magnetic Immortal Light crackled as it rose, electromagnetic energy intertwining, turning the flying swords into iron filings.
Everywhere on the battlefield, deadly tribulations struck. Many fell, their corpses littering the ground, scarlet blood staining the earth.
The people of the Nine Heavens Nation no longer needed to persuade Ye Fan, because they now stood with him. In just a few moments, over a dozen attacks had already descended upon them.
"Hmm?"
Ye Fan spotted several of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders on the battlefield. A cold smile curled at his lips. He took out a large bow, nocked a white bone arrow, and drew the flood dragon sinew string. It creaked loudly.
A terrifying aura spread out. The experts fighting nearby all retreated, revealing shocked expressions as they looked this way.
This was a precious bow crafted by Ye Fan himself. The materials were beyond question—even the bone arrow was refined from the spine spike of a sacred beast. Truly terrifying.
Whoosh!
A white light shot out, piercing the heavens, emitting an ear-splitting, strange howl as it streaked across the battlefield, startling many who couldn't help turning to look.
The Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders were all present. By the time they heard the sound, it was already too late. A powerful wave surged toward them.
The Seventh was scared out of his wits. He shifted positions, but couldn't evade. Over a dozen magical artifacts flew out from his body, blocking in front of him.
Yet he still couldn't escape his fate. The white bone arrow pierced through all the artifacts, shattering them, then drove into his forehead bone. Pfft! His entire head exploded.
Extremely bloody and brutal. Bright red blood and white brain matter splattered across the battlefield, shocking many.
The Fifth and Sixth of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders turned pale. They stood right beside the Seventh, splattered with red and white liquid, their scalps tingling.
Because the liquid on their faces was still warm. This kind of bloody method was extremely intimidating to them.
"It's him—Ye Fan!"
Of the four hundred thirty-seven trial-takers who had set out on the Stellar Ancient Path, three hundred and several dozen had survived to reach this stage.
About eighty or ninety were fighting on this battlefield, contending for the sacred ground where the Dao Source had appeared. Many cried out in surprise, recognizing him. Seeing the power of that arrow, they were terrified.
Ye Fan wore a cold smile as he continued to draw the bow. The long bow was over half a man's height, the string pulled taut like a full moon.
A second white bone arrow flew out, tearing through heaven and earth, arriving in an instant. Pfft! The Fifth of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders let out a great cry, his entire body shattered by the shot.
Another one fell. Many on this battlefield were chilled to the bone. What kind of method was this? Those two were certainly not weak, yet they were like three-year-old children, utterly helpless.
The Sixth of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders screamed in terror and fled. With their leader Gu Ling not present, he ran like a frightened dog, his face drained of color, his legs weak with fear.
"Weren't you constantly provoking me, wanting to kill me? Why run now?" Ye Fan sneered. A third arrow flew out, whoosh, piercing through the air.
"Ah..."
The Sixth of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders exploded. His unwilling howl, along with his flesh and primordial spirit, were annihilated together, vanishing forever from this world.
Such a result made everyone on the battlefield turn their heads. All felt a chill—this was truly a peerless expert.
Almost immediately, experts from the Demon Nation, Divine Nation, Spirit Clan, and other major forces secretly struck, sending magical instruments in this direction.
A golden seal as huge as a mountain peak, a blood-colored gourd swallowing heaven and earth, a starry net covering the sky—all descended together.
Ye Fan was very composed, showing no fear. He stood there, continuously drawing his bow. In a short time, he shot a total of fifty-two arrows, and fifty-two experts met their end.
Swish!
With a flourish of the Weapon Art, dozens of bone arrows all flew back, not a single one wasted. He shot again. This kind of power made everyone's hair stand on end.
In just a few moments, over a hundred experts had fallen. Those who died were no ordinary people—each was a regional overlord.
Among them were over twenty trial-takers who had set out on the Stellar Ancient Path. They had been hiding in the shadows, attacking secretly, thinking they wouldn't be discovered. But not a single one escaped—they were all settled.
A god of slaughter!
All sides kept their distance. No one dared to provoke Ye Fan anymore. They were all terrified, recognizing him as the standout of this ancient land, one who ruled over a domain.
No one dared to offend him anymore. This area became quite calm.
"Dao Source!"
Someone shouted. From a certain spot underground, wisps of light surged up, radiating the most primal aura of heaven and earth.
Many rushed over, wanting to capture this mysterious power, because it represented the recognition of heaven and earth.
Seeing this, Ye Fan told the Dragon Horse to wait. He directly plunged into the ground, chasing after it. His Source Art was unmatched in the universe. In such ancient lands, searching for underground immortal treasures, no one could match him.
Within the earth veins, dragon qi steamed, immortal light shimmered, and all kinds of auspicious vapors flowed—an extraordinary scene.
Ye Fan saw several people moving at incredible speed, chasing that light, unable to shake it off.
"Hard to imagine. Someone obtained the Dao Source over twenty years ago. Logically, it should never appear again in this era. Yet it has been born anew." A demon saint cried out excitedly. This was a leader of the Demon Nation, present in person, demonic qi boiling.
"I heard that traces of the Dao Source have appeared on other battlefields too. How can there be so many? Something's not right!" A divine saint from the Divine Nation appeared, radiant all over, showing suspicion.
"The Dao Source possesses immortal divinity. This time it has split into several strands, not gathered into a single whole. Truly rare since ancient times." A member of the Spirit Clan said.
Ahead was a light source, as large as a human head, speeding through the earth layers. Several saints chased behind.
Ye Fan was also pursuing. Not only was his Source Art transcendent, but he also had the Stride Art. In almost an instant, he was right there. The Dao Source, possessing divinity, sensed someone closing in and accelerated sharply, vanishing deeper underground in a flash.
The several ancient saints were greatly startled. They followed closely, launching fierce attacks, engaging in combat.
Above ground, people's hearts pounded. This sealed ancient land experienced continuous earthquakes, as if about to collapse. Powerful waves spread out.
Boom!
The earth suddenly split open. Ye Fan, the demon saint, the spirit saint, and others burst out. The crowd was even more astonished. Among those eight or nine ancestral-level figures who had become saints who knows how many years ago, there was actually a young figure, fighting chaotically.
"So powerful! Fighting and contending among so many ancient saints, moving with pride—who can destroy him?" Some sighed.
Especially the trial-takers on the Stellar Ancient Path. They felt even more disheartened. With a figure like this existing, they could only be supporting characters. At this point, perhaps only Yu Xian, Ku Toutuo, Mu Guanghan, Ouye Mo, and others could contend with him.
Boom!
Ye Fan punched the demon saint who had struck at him, sending him flying. Half his body was shattered, blood dripping, as he crashed into the mountain range.
The crowd was in an uproar. An ancient saint had been sent flying like that, battered and miserable beyond recognition, his primordial spirit dim, nearly exhausted.
Whoosh!
The Dao Source, its light soft, plunged underground again. This time, it seemed to disappear permanently. Even the several ancient saints couldn't sense it anymore.
"It appeared briefly and then vanished like that. Could it be that no one here has been recognized, and it disdains to stay?"
Many cried out in desperation. The several ancient saints were especially despairing. If they missed this chance, it would never come again.
A figure flashed. Ye Fan plunged underground. His Source Art was unmatched, covering all directions as he pursued the Dao Source.
This was an arduous chase. It must be said, the Dao Source's divinity was astonishing. Even someone as powerful as Ye Fan, with the Stride Art and Source Art, almost lost it. It took a full two hours before he shot up into the sky, using marvelous techniques to trap it in the heavens.
"He... caught the Dao Source!"
"Heavens! We have witnessed a miracle, rare in ten thousand years. But in this era... only twenty-some years later, someone has obtained the Dao Source for the second time!"
This battlefield erupted. Even the Dragon Horse was galloping and howling.
In Ye Fan's palm, he held a ball of light the size of a human head, incomparably peaceful and holy. Various Dao symbols appeared, mysterious and unfathomable.
Many mouths went dry. They wanted to snatch it immediately.
But at that moment, something shocking happened. The Dao Source transmitted a vague will, spreading out.
"You are contrary to the Dao, defying heaven and earth. You cannot attain the Dao and become an emperor."
This brief will made many eyes go wide as they looked forward. No one expected this to happen.
Pfft!
The Dao Source shattered, flying in all directions, about to return to the void of heaven and earth.
"This person can never attain the Dao. Heaven and earth do not recognize him. Haha..." Someone couldn't help but laugh loudly.
As for the trial-takers on the Stellar Ancient Path, over a hundred fifty had gathered here by now. Seeing this, they also showed strange expressions. Many breathed a long sigh of relief.
Heaven and earth had actually denied such a powerful figure, one who oppressed so many experts until they could barely breathe.
Hum!
A cauldron flew out from between Ye Fan's brows. Mother Qi of All Things cascaded down, with the momentum to swallow the nine heavens and ten earths, shaking people's hearts.
"I don't need your recognition. You are merely something for me to use!" Ye Fan's voice was cold. He executed the Immortal-Sealing Six Seals, capturing the Dao Source and absorbing it back into the cauldron.