# Chapter 1273: Foreign Race
The primordial energy surged, immortal light radiated in all directions, and this stretch of mountains and rivers collapsed. Aside from the Primordial Magnetic Immortal Cave, this vast region had turned into ashes of calamity.
Boom!
Essence energy surged violently, divine magnetism danced wildly, and all kinds of light scattered, tearing apart heaven and earth, as if the end of the world had arrived.
In the distance, Rui Wei's expression changed. He knew that Ye Fan was there, cultivating while risking danger, and now this kind of thing had happened. He immediately rushed over to see what was going on.
"What are you doing?" When he saw Yan Chifeng and the others deliberately triggering a storm of Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light, he shouted loudly.
"None of your business." One of them looked down at him from a height, casting a cold glance.
"Stop!" Although Rui Wei appeared refined, he was very decisive. He wanted to face these people alone, to stop their actions and buy time for Ye Fan.
Someone mocked, "Overestimating yourself. A mere little cultivator from the wild wasteland dares to block us? Get lost immediately, or we'll make sure you die without a burial place."
"How can we let him go? This person has some connection with that Ye Fan. Since he's here, we'll wipe him out too." Another person said.
Yan Chifeng had been somewhat hesitant earlier, afraid that Ye Fan would charge out, but now he had calmed down. The Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light had been completely detonated. No matter who came, it would be useless. No one could escape the energy oscillation; they would surely become ashes.
"Kill him!" A trace of contemptuous cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he pointed at Rui Wei. The several people beside him immediately moved together. Various secret treasures shimmered, radiating divine radiance.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a terrifying sound came. A patch of immortal light steamed up. The depths of the Primordial Magnetic Ancient Cave shook violently, followed by a torrent of raging waves like a mountain flood or a tsunami.
One man and one mount stepped through the brilliant light, broke through the magnetic energy, and charged out like a war god.
The Primordial Magnetic Immortal Cave was like a volcano of blood and sea, vast and boundless. They carried towering divine flames, the horse trampling through the sky, their momentum extremely grand.
"Swish"
The several secret treasures flying toward Rui Wei were swept by a beam of light and turned into fragments, unable to withstand a single blow.
"You want to send me off, to help me become an immortal?" Ye Fan's body was tall and strong, his black hair flying, his cold eyes like lightning. He sat upright on the Dragon Horse, one man and one mount flowing with precious radiance, looking awe-inspiring and majestic.
"You entered the Primordial Immortal Cave and didn't die..." These people felt a chill run through their bodies. What kind of fortune was this?
Moments ago, they had been arrogant and complacent, thinking heaven was helping them, using the Primordial Magnetic Ancient Cave to end the life of a great enemy. Who would have thought he would directly charge out?
Whoosh!
A divine needle flew out, silent and soundless, only a faint flash of light passing by, stabbing toward the back of Ye Fan's head. Someone was launching a sneak attack. How could things be settled peacefully now? Strike first to gain the upper hand!
This group all had extraordinary divine abilities. United, they formed a terrifying force. Especially since several of them were children of major powers within the Second City of the Human Clan, typical local tyrants. Over the years, they had used their connections to enter the training grounds many times, gaining tremendous benefits and never suffering losses.
A halo rose behind Ye Fan's head. That divine needle instantly turned into powder. At the same time, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light, shooting out.
"Ah..."
A miserable scream. The body of the sneak attacker completely disintegrated, then turned into flying ash. Even his primordial spirit couldn't escape. Body and spirit were utterly destroyed.
"You've merged with the Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light?" Yan Chifeng sucked in a breath of cold air. Since ancient times, how many outstanding talents had tried to collect the immortal light, and almost all had perished. He shouted, "Don't use metal treasures!"
The others changed color. Some spat out a jade bell from their mouths, others flew out a stone sword from between their brows. All were rare secret artifacts, extremely powerful, and they attacked together.
In this place, mist and clouds rushed into the sky, energy currents shook heaven and earth, extraordinarily terrifying.
However, Ye Fan swept his right hand, and patches of immortal light flew out, sweeping away everything in their path. All weapons shattered, turning into dust!
Ye Fan's attack power was extremely immense. What he had cultivated was Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light, not electromagnetic force. Non-metal artifacts could also be broken.
"Kill!"
Someone shouted, but they themselves quickly retreated, wanting to flee. Those charging at the front immediately turned pale. Even their companions had fled. How could they still fight?
"Swish"
Ye Fan raised his hand and shot out a wave of light, spreading like ripples, possessing extreme speed. The fleeing person's body immediately disintegrated on the spot, then turned into a mist of blood.
"Since you all have shown me such deep affection, wanting to send me on my way, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I want to properly entertain you." Like a god of slaughter, he single-handedly intercepted everyone.
"Brother Ye, I'm relieved you're unharmed." Rui Wei called out.
Ye Fan expressed his thanks, then faced these people again. Without any mercy, he began to strike powerfully.
The Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light surged. Four people in succession cried out. Their souls left their bodies, turned into energy, scattered between heaven and earth, and then their flesh turned to ash.
This was a lethal strike. From the start, it shook the soul. Of the dozen or so people, nearly half were gone in the blink of an eye. The remaining were extremely shaken. Even Yan Chifeng changed color. The other party had gained tremendously after coming out of the immortal cave, actually able to wield this kind of power now.
"Do we still have a choice? Attack together and kill him!" Someone shouted. Trying to escape now was certainly too late. This executioner wouldn't let them go.
Ye Fan pointed out a finger. The several people who had surrounded him all had their bodies shattered, breaking inch by inch under the Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light. As for their souls, they were shaken out, instantly disintegrating, disappearing even faster.
The few remaining felt cold from head to toe. This secret technique was too terrifying, like a divine king patrolling, facing mere mortals of the lower realm.
Yan Chifeng sighed softly. In the end, these people's combat power was far inferior to Ye Fan's. Otherwise, how could it have come to this? They had severely underestimated this person's battle strength.
Thinking back now, Guan Cheng and the second leader of the Thirteen Heavenly Desolate Riders had deliberately or unintentionally downplayed Ye Fan's strength, only wanting to drag them into the water. They hadn't followed now. Truly hateful.
"I'll leave these people to you. I'll deal with him." Ye Fan left the others to the Dragon Horse while he faced Yan Chifeng.
In the surrounding wilderness, sacred beasts were approaching, watching closely but not daring to interfere, sensing the power of the humans here.
"This lord will send you on your way!" The Dragon Horse said, turning into a streak of Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light as it charged forward. Its basin-sized hooves smashed and chopped continuously. A chorus of miserable screams followed, with flesh and bone fragments splattering everywhere.
Ye Fan and Yan Chifeng also began a great battle. Divine light overflowed everywhere, wondrous techniques were endless. Yan Chifeng had cultivated for many years, endured patiently for many years, and felt his accumulation was sufficient to step onto the Ancient Stellar Path. But he never expected to directly encounter such a great enemy.
Fierce confrontation, a life-and-death battle. Yan Chifeng indeed had his extraordinary qualities. Holding a War God Whip, every swing produced the sound of wind and thunder. Distant mountain ranges shattered one after another. He fought until his eyes were bloodshot.
He was very strong, indeed a rare expert, surpassing Lord Junwei. However, encountering Ye Fan, he could only end up with regret.
One forbidden artifact after another on Yan Chifeng's body exploded. These were treasures left to him by his great-grandfather for preserving his life. Some could even severely wound a Saint King, but they were difficult to hit Ye Fan.
Finally, Ye Fan swung a bronze sword, cutting off the upper half of Yan Chifeng's body, severing him at the waist.
Yan Chifeng cried out, spitting out a small figure identical to himself from his mouth, meeting the pursuing Ye Fan. Amid the sky-filling light and fire, his primordial spirit disappeared, and his flesh shattered.
"Substitute Death Art!" Ye Fan's expression was cold.
On the other side, the Dragon Horse had also ended the battle. Those few people had all been trampled into broken bones by him, not one escaping.
"Yan Chifeng has some background. If someone disregards the rules and causes trouble back in the city, it could be troublesome." Ye Fan muttered to himself. He felt a sense of urgency. He needed an ancient land to break through.
Tens of thousands of miles away, several old men were flying. They were subordinates of Di Tian, having actually managed to sneak in.
"Hmm, this so-called training ground isn't that hard to enter. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, by accepting the divine materials we sent, they ultimately left a gap we can pass through."
"Be careful. This commander is not a good person."
These old men were no ordinary mortals. They were foreign races subdued by Di Tian deep within the Ancient Stellar Path. Each possessed profound magical power and was extremely powerful. After entering, they immediately began searching for Ye Fan.
"The Dao Source can only realize its true value in the hands of Young Master Di Tian. A mere green leaf dares to vainly hope to tread his own path. He will soon understand what reality is."
These people searched for Ye Fan without rest, launching a carpet-style search.
At this moment, Ye Fan faced an extremely serious problem. Having comprehended in this training ground and then cultivated in the Primordial Magnetic Immortal Cave, his realm truly could no longer be suppressed.
He charged into an ancient land, swinging his fierce fist strength, piercing through the heavens, destroying patches of void, pouring out an unparalleled power.
He used force to break through the sky, wanting to rush out of this sealed training ground and go outside the domain to see exactly where he had arrived.
Ye Fan was releasing excess essence energy and combat power. Otherwise, he feared that in the next moment, he would break through and become a saint. It wasn't that he was unwilling, but he felt this ancient land wasn't ideal.
Boom!
Battle Saint Art, Divine Phenomena Unification, Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, Five Elements Divine Light, Golden Divine Treasury, Primordial Magnetic Immortal Light... In this instant, Ye Fan displayed various secret techniques, elevating his combat power to its peak.
Moreover, he triggered the Divine Seal, and the All Secret also took effect, terrifyingly overwhelming. He actually pierced through this prohibition, breaking open the heavens, revealing a vast starry sky.
"The aura of an ancient Great Emperor!" Ye Fan's mind shook, revealing an expression of disbelief. He felt as if there was a massive star very suitable for him to break through and become a saint.
At the same time, many people in the Primordial Training Ground were shaken. That domineering aura just now, swallowing mountains and rivers, seemed to shatter the universe, causing many to sense it.
"Too powerful. It seems to have torn apart the entire ancient land." Some people rushed toward this direction.
However, in the moment Ye Fan was stunned, the prohibition repaired itself, the starry sky disappeared, the heavens healed, and everything vanished.
Still, he wasn't worried. Being able to break through once meant he could break through a second time. He now had a direction.
"Hmm, Daoist Ye, we meet again. Truly, life is full of unexpected encounters." Several old men finally found him.
"How did you get in?" Ye Fan asked coldly. He immediately thought of the Great Commander Yu Han. It seemed the Second City of the Human Clan was very complicated, with no good people.
One old man stepped forward and said, "We pity you as a talent. Young Master Di Tian has the great ambition to swallow the vast universe. In the future, there will surely be a place for you under his command. Are you willing to offer the Dao Source and pledge your allegiance?"
"You foreign races, trespassing into the Human Clan's training ground, have already committed a capital offense. Yet you still dare to speak such arrogant words." Ye Fan said in a deep voice.
"Rules are meant to be broken. Whether you like it or not, this is reality." One foreign race member said coldly.
Ye Fan's black hair danced wildly, his cold eyes like lightning. He faced them directly, his killing intent surging like a tsunami.
One of them snorted coldly, "You are not recognized by heaven and earth, destined to be a supporting character in this great era. Yet you still vainly hope to attain the Dao. Overestimating yourself. You will never have hope of becoming an emperor!"
"Becoming an emperor—does it need anyone's recognition? That so-called Dao Source means nothing in my eyes. My path, you cannot understand, nor will you ever see it." Ye Fan said calmly.
"How could we not see it? You are about to become a saint, and your strength is indeed terrifying. You can slaughter saints, cut down heroes. However, today, with us here, you have no hope. You cannot become a saint. Let us make you recognize reality." Several foreign race members surrounded him.