Chapter 1277: Becoming a Saint
The chaotic expanse was entirely filled with immortal thunder, vast and magnificent, spreading across the star domain, illuminating the brilliance of ten thousand ages, heralding a kind of ultimate power.
Ye Fan and the cauldron were both shattered, reduced to dust-like matter. The golden miniature figure in particular resembled a handful of golden sand grains, brilliant yet tiny, scattered in all directions.
Finally, this vast and destructive chaotic heavenly tribulation passed. A life force began to permeate and spread, giving people hope.
Yet Ye Fan dared not relax in the slightest. This was, after all, a great tribulation, not a true divine radiance of life spreading—it was lightning.
The Heaven-Opening Earth-Cleaving Tribulation!
It dispelled the chaos. Although it was terrifying, with a might vast enough to reduce one to tribulation ash, it also contained a layer of hope for life.
Amid the rumbling, Ye Fan seized this rare opportunity to repair his physical body. The golden miniature figure also coalesced, and then forged the cauldron amid the tribulation light of heaven-opening and earth-cleaving.
This great tribulation lasted an exceptionally long time, unlike ordinary lightning. It was as if the heavens were truly being opened. Within the boundless sea of thunder, around Ye Fan, all things were born anew: flowers, birds, fish, insects; cosmic stars; gods, demons, humans, and ghosts—everything imaginable and visible took shape at this moment.
These were bolts of lightning, not true living beings. The Kunpeng spread its wings, soaring ninety thousand miles straight up; gods and demons roared, cleaving open a chaotic immortal land; a true dragon lashed its tail, crushing sun, moon, and stars; an immortal phoenix struck in fury, tearing apart the universe…
A vast scene, all transformed from lightning—this was the Heaven-Opening Earth-Cleaving Tribulation, grand and violent, making souls tremble.
Ye Fan’s expression changed. At first, he thought it represented life, but now it seemed to contain immense danger. The Kunpeng swooped at him; the immortal phoenix flapped its wings—if they truly struck his body, it would be a calamity.
In this Heaven-Opening Earth-Cleaving Tribulation, even a blade of grass, a worm, or a sparrow was terrifying, capable of causing an immeasurable slaughter tribulation.
Ye Fan attempted to resist these grasses, trees, flowers, birds, fish, and insects, but each was accompanied by peerless killing light, extremely dangerous.
All things were born anew, everything fresh. Grasses, trees, fish, insects; sun, moon, stars; immortal phoenixes, white tigers all appeared, along with gods and demons roaring in the primordial world!
Ye Fan was stunned. How could this scene of all things manifesting be so familiar? He moved his mind, slowing the process of forging the cauldron, and thought of the Green Cauldron.
The ancient, broken cauldron—when the mottled ancient marks were brushed away and its true form revealed—bore exactly this: flowers, birds, fish, insects; vermilion birds, qilins; sun, moon, star rivers; gods, demons, and ancient people—all the myriad spirits of the world were displayed.
At that moment, his heart shook. He immediately began forging the cauldron, nurturing it within this Heaven-Opening Earth-Cleaving Tribulation, letting it be born.
Ye Fan’s flesh shattered and recombined, and so did the golden miniature figure before his brow. It sat there, inhaling and exhaling the lightning of heaven-opening and earth-cleaving, infinite and immeasurable, wasting not a single bit.
Then, he transferred it to the cauldron, using the lightning as water to “mix mud” and forge an ancient cauldron.
The Primordial Qi Cauldron had become powder, but it was not lifeless and dull. It was filled with the life force of impending transformation, containing boundless vitality, radiant and brilliant.
Boom!
He used his spirit to guide, his flesh and blood to nurture, and the thunder as fire, beginning to forge. The cauldron quickly took shape.
The forging technique from the Dao Scripture was extremely important. One of its core principles was crucial: forge the one and only Dao weapon. Among all the weapons in the world, I only need to master “one”—that is enough!
Ye Fan had cultivated the Dao for so many years and was most familiar with the first volume of the Dao Scripture. Thus, his evolution of this method reached its peak, and the cauldron was quickly hammered into shape.
Or rather, the fragments of the cauldron autonomously revived and recombined, manifesting in the world.
The cauldron took shape. On it appeared the patterns of all things: cosmic star rivers coiled around, gods and demons within the chaos roared, emitting a rumbling sound that shook people’s blood and flesh to the point of collapse. There were also ancient people, vermilion birds, Kunpengs, each lifelike.
Flowers, birds, fish, and insects were also included, becoming beautiful stripes. Grasses and trees added vitality, giving it a real texture and life force.
“This is…” Ye Fan drew in a cold breath.
Was the Primordial Source Cauldron forged like this?
Now, as he forged the cauldron, was he experiencing the tribulation of ancient times? How could it have such an aura? He couldn’t help but think deeply.
Wumblong!
The Heaven-Opening Earth-Cleaving Tribulation continued. Various grasses, trees, fish, insects, immortal spirits, ancient people, cosmic star rivers, and so on, continuously imprinted themselves on the cauldron, making it increasingly vast and boundless. Although the cauldron was not tall, floating before Ye Fan’s brow, it seemed to bear a real cosmic world.
Ye Fan repaired his physical body. The golden miniature figure was also radiant with divine light, sitting there, reciting scriptures. It was clearly visible that one golden character after another was engraved into the cauldron. He did his utmost, trying to imprint the ancient scripture from within the Nine Dragons Coffin onto it.
This scripture was very special, not manifest in the world. Whether it would succeed was unknown. All he could hope for was that it would play some role.
The Heaven-Opening Earth-Cleaving Tribulation entered its most magnificent moment, and Ye Fan’s body, golden miniature figure, and cauldron all reached their most critical point of transformation.
Boom!
The golden miniature figure returned to Ye Fan’s brow. He cultivated his flesh and divine sense to the pinnacle, crossed a threshold, and stepped into the Saint realm. All domains trembled!
At the same time, the cauldron roared. All the myriad living beings on it quivered, as if about to come to life. One could even hear the roar of the chaos god and see the divine bravery of the vermilion bird striking across three thousand worlds.
“Dao, Dao, Dao…”
From within the cauldron, continuous Dao roars sounded, majestic and grand, as if arriving from before the ancient era, beginning from the moment the heavens and earth were opened.
Hundreds of millions of bolts of lightning poured down, baptizing this cauldron, making it more majestic and imposing, exuding strands and streams of inviolable saintly aura, enough to crush the ancient blue sky.
Within the cauldron, a deity was born, an immortal will appeared, officially becoming an immortal Saint Weapon!
Boom!
Primordial Mother Qi descended, strand by strand, misty and hazy. Each strand was comparable to a chaotic sword qi, capable of sweeping away mountains, rivers, and all things, and also able to defend against the impact of stars.
Its might was unparalleled. At the moment of perfect transformation and sublimation, the lightning of heaven and earth could no longer harm it in the slightest.
When the cauldron hung above Ye Fan’s head, billions of strands of Mother Qi enveloped him, making him invulnerable to all techniques, unbreakable by anything. Nothing could approach, and even the thunder tribulation was blocked outside.
In the distance, the Dragon Horse bared its teeth, its bones exposed in a gruesome sight. When it saw Ye Fan’s situation, it was dumbfounded. As a result, it was nearly consumed by the power of Dao dissolution, cursing and shouting that this was defying heaven, that there was no justice.
The Primordial Qi Cauldron was complete, truly becoming an immortal Saint Weapon. It swallowed billions of bolts of lightning, and in a brief instant, nearly devoured all the lightning in the sky!
Ye Fan did not use the cauldron for shelter. He raised his head and let out a long roar, resisting the final tribulation light of heaven-opening and earth-cleaving, while not forgetting to continue refining the cauldron.
On his forehead bone, a patch of pure white appeared. One ancient character after another leaped out. Although they could not long remain in the world, they could appear for an instant, continuously flying into the cauldron.
A deity was born within the cauldron, capable of remembering these. At this moment, the cauldron became even more sacred. Besides being wreathed in Mother Qi, cosmic star rivers and all living beings appeared around it.
Hundreds of ancient characters were engraved into the cauldron, remembered by the deity within. From then on, they would be transformed by it into every corner of the cauldron.
“Roar…”
A single roar shook the star domain. Ye Fan’s body burst forth with billions of rays of light. The might of a Saint spread everywhere. He punched toward the sky, striking at the final tribulation light.
“Collect!”
Finally, he gave a soft shout. His physical body, the golden miniature figure, and the Primordial Qi Cauldron all devoured like whales, swallowing the sea of thunder.
Saint might surged, covering everything. If one was not a Saint, they were but a speck of dust. Once this threshold was crossed, it was a qualitative transformation, climbing a heavenly ladder, achieving the sublimation of life.
In a sense, Saints and non-Saints were two different life forms. Unless one was an Imperial Prince-level figure or a peerless talent through the ages, they could glimpse the splendor of this realm while still not being a Saint.
Clearly, the Saint tribulation was not this simple. The lightning was no longer so terrifying, but a greater threat was about to descend. Ye Fan’s black hair hung loose, his tall and strong body naked, his cold eyes like lightning. Like a demon god, he gazed at the heavens.
Sure enough, his speculation came true—the young Great Emperor appeared!
At this place, in this ancient star domain, an ancient Great Emperor had once existed. The aura that had permeated earlier had already foretold this result.
A young man with a robust build and tall stature appeared, descending from the sea of thunder. His hair was thick, his eyes deep as the starry sky, naturally exuding an aura of dominance over the universe.
Just one person, yet he silenced the entire heavens. The lightning was still there, the flashes still interweaving, but when this person appeared, heaven and earth seemed to freeze.
Except for his blurred face, the depth of his eyes, the blackness of his hair, and the luster of his body were all clearly visible.
Compared to when he severed the Dao at the Immortal Three realm, this young Great Emperor was more real. This was the true posture of a young Great Emperor becoming a Saint in his golden years!
Ye Fan stood unmoving, like a rock, also possessing an aura like an abyss or sea. He faced him coldly, ready to battle this young Great Emperor.
It was precisely because he saw a more real body that his heart was greatly moved. Every Great Emperor was invincible, unmatched at the same level, sweeping all before them.
Ye Fan had become a Saint, full of confidence, but not arrogance. Especially seeing the true posture of a young Great Emperor, he became even more composed.
“Who is this person? An ancient star domain, a great star undergoing Dao dissolution, also mentioned the ancient Heavenly Court. Could it be a Great Emperor related to the Heavenly Court?” Ye Fan’s expression shook.
Was there only one Emperor?
This person came from the chaos. After descending, he was domineering and unparalleled. He threw a punch directly, his divine might overwhelming. His black hair flew wildly, dancing. His might, for a newly ascended Saint, was earth-shattering and unprecedented!
Ye Fan had no fear; instead, his blood boiled. To be able to battle a young Great Emperor at the same level—what regret could there be!?
“Boom!”
Without hesitation, Ye Fan launched the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, meeting the young Great Emperor’s attack. He used strength to counter strength, hardness to counter hardness, battling the majestic figure before him.
A pinnacle battle of peerless excellence!
This was a fierce collision, unseen since ancient times—a battle of young Great Emperor-level contenders!
A Great Emperor, one person—who was he? Ye Fan’s heart shook, because at this moment, amid their fierce battle, he clearly felt a vast and invincible fist intent. The opponent was also using the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!
Boom!
A moment later, the person opposite him had his black hair dancing wildly. Golden blood qi surged into the sky, spreading vast and magnificent, exactly the same as his own golden blood qi!
It was the last day of July. If any brothers and sisters still have monthly tickets, please vote for Shrouding the Heavens. It has reached first place in recommendation votes. Thank you. Please continue to vote—these are free daily tickets.
!#