Chapter 1278: Invincible Through the Tribulation
Heaven and earth shattered. Golden blood energy surged from the crown of this person's head, billowing upward, dominating heaven and earth!
This was an absolutely terrifying aura. The golden blood energy scattered even the sea of lightning, blasting chaos apart. This person stood there, unparalleled through the ages, overlooking the cosmos.
A single person, a Great Emperor, having just entered the Sage realm, displayed such divine might. At this level, it could be considered earth-shaking and unprecedented.
"Why?" Ye Fan murmured to himself. The person opposite him was exactly like him—definitely a Human Clan Sacred Body. The implications were enormous, simply unimaginable.
According to ancient legends, there had never been a Sacred Body who became Emperor. How could he see a young Supreme Being before him now?
If anyone else were here, their scalp would surely tingle. This overturned all understanding, broke all logic, and opened up an unprecedented event in history.
"Boom!"
The person opposite attacked, exuding peerless dominance. His body was tall and strong, black hair flying wildly, eyes deep and profound, as if billions of stars floated within his pupils—boundlessly terrifying.
This was a peak showdown of peerless experts—a great battle between two Sacred Bodies!
They clashed strength against strength, hardness against hardness. Golden blood energy scattered the lightning tribulation, fighting until heaven and earth shattered, star domains trembled. Their bravery was unparalleled, their divine might unstoppable.
Each possessed a "I alone am supreme" aura. With one roar, the star river moved. Sturdy bodies, flying black hair, cold eyes, surging golden blood energy—it could be described as swallowing mountains and rivers!
They both wielded the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, pushing this secret art to its peak realm, sublimating it in battle, drawing closer to their own Dao.
This was a peak battle between Human Clan Sages!
"Roar..."
Ye Fan's fist shattered a meteorite. His golden fist force surged skyward, striking across thirty thousand li, causing the surrounding universe to tremble violently, as if about to collapse.
The young Supreme Being opposite—tall, heroic, and majestic—showed no fear. He countered with the same Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, shattering the void. Golden blood energy surged and churned, reducing the minor planets ahead to powder.
This was a battle between young Supreme Beings. Every strike was so powerful that ordinary people couldn't imagine it!
Every move contained a thousand variations, embodying numerous Dao techniques. One slight misstep meant annihilation of body and soul. It was intensely fierce.
The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist—this was a supremely powerful fist intent. It required undaunted courage and a heart that believed "I alone am supreme." This was the foundation for standing invincible under heaven.
They fought with grand, sweeping movements. Their fist force astonished past and present. Their invincible conviction shattered sun, moon, and stars. With every fistfall, celestial bodies trembled—terrifying beyond measure.
Looking from afar, the golden blood energy flooded the star domain, making even the heavenly tribulation lose its brilliance, becoming mere decoration.
This was an astonishingly brilliant showdown, worthy of being recorded in the cultivation history of Human Clan Sage battles.
When the battle reached its white-hot stage, Ye Fan showed a strange expression. This person only used the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist to fight, with no other true meanings. How could this be?
The reason he hadn't changed his techniques was to compete for supremacy, to see who was stronger and who weaker under the same secret art. On the Emperor's path, the strong advanced and the weak retreated. Those with invincible conviction would never back down.
"Just like me—even the invincible fist intent is identical!"
Ye Fan sensed something was wrong. At first, he thought it was a Sacred Body attaining the Dao, but now he showed a strange expression. In an instant, he changed his techniques, using the Battle Saint Art to evolve a great bell. It gently moved the star river, and the bell waves spreading into the distance shattered a group of meteorites.
"Wenglong!"
In the vast sea of lightning, deep within endless chaos, a majestic figure descended, blocking the Primordial Bell. Above his head appeared a Devouring Demon Jar, letting down billions of rays of light. Vast divine power moved the universe.
This was... Ye Fan's expression changed. Had the Ruthless Person come? But soon he realized he was wrong. This was a young Supreme Being, evolving the Battle Saint Art, opposing him tit for tat.
A second person appeared, doing battle with him. The other person temporarily withdrew to the side, no longer attacking.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's eyes were cold. Golden lightning pierced through the starry sky. He executed the Battle Saint Art, and before his brow appeared an ancient Void Mirror, shooting out an immortal light that could illuminate all eternity—dazzling and brilliant.
"Kacha!" The void collapsed, the lightning sea retreated. This strike could be called proud and unparalleled through the ages. Its power was peerless. For a Sage to have such performance could be called absolutely stunning.
"Clang!"
The person opposite, unhurried, raised a sovereign Dao Immortal Sword behind him. It transformed into a great dragon, soaring into the sky, slashing through past, present, and future.
This was the Supreme Emperor Sword evolved through the Battle Saint Art—peerlessly sharp, with unmatched offensive power, cutting through eternity!
Ye Fan drew in a cold breath. The young Supreme Being opposite had cultivated the Battle Saint Art to perfection, matching him, only stronger, not weaker.
He fought wildly, battling this person, continuously unleashing heavy strikes, not changing techniques, fully evolving the Battle Saint Art, sublimating together at the peak of peerless confrontation.
"Honglong!"
When the life-and-death duel reached its extreme, the person opposite, like him, erupted with golden blood energy throughout his body. It spread everywhere, pierced the sun and moon, dominating the world.
Sacred Body—another Sacred Body! Ye Fan drew in a cold breath. He stopped, and the person opposite also stepped back a few paces. He carefully examined those two.
If a Sacred Body attained the Dao and became a Great Emperor, how could there be two? Or was this not a young Great Emperor?
In that instant, a feeling arose in Ye Fan's heart. His expression shook. Without a word, he activated the Weapon Art. Almost instantly, a third person descended from the depths of the sky.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan pushed the Weapon Art to its limit, attacking forward. The third person struck, blocking his path. The result was the same peerless secret art.
Moreover, this person had cultivated the Weapon Art to perfection, reaching its pinnacle. He treated Ye Fan's entire body as a weapon, trying to control his true form.
The battle was intense, life and death forgotten. The two fought madly. Ye Fan gained enormously. In a duel with an equal in strength and identical divine techniques, he received great enlightenment.
At the final moment, this person also erupted with golden blood energy.
"Who am I fighting..."
Ye Fan's eyes blazed with divine light. At this moment, he unhesitatingly executed another secret art, launching an attack, doing battle with the fourth young Sacred Body to appear.
This was a grueling battle—one after another, fight after fight. Ye Fan used every secret art, and one Sacred Body after another appeared.
Starlight and lightning flashed. War energy rumbled. The slaughter shook the nine heavens above and the nine netherworlds below, illuminating the universe.
Ye Fan fought bathed in blood, gaining enormous benefits. For every secret art, a Sacred Body evolved it to its ultimate limit. The benefits to him were too great, impossible to measure.
It was like dozens of versions of himself, each studying one secret art, then competing with him, verifying and elevating the deeper true meaning of that Dao.
"Am I fighting myself?!" Ye Fan looked up at the cosmos. He didn't know how much time had passed. All his Dao techniques had been used.
Around him, sturdy bodies, heroic and majestic, each stood in one direction, surrounding him in the center.
"Yes, they are all myself—not a Sacred Body who became Emperor!" Ye Fan murmured to himself.
At this moment, he pondered what heavenly tribulation really was. Did heaven and earth truly have a will? Why did such a thing happen?
The Dao existed before heaven and earth. The universe and starry sky imprinted the marks of various outstanding figures throughout history. He appeared here, and in the tribulation he faced, he encountered himself—this was not inconceivable.
"Manifesting according to my thoughts..." Ye Fan perceived some truth.
He had an invincible conviction in his heart—"I alone am supreme"—never wavering. The heavenly tribulation of this star domain imprinted the strongest will, so he himself appeared.
Doing battle with different versions of himself, evolving each secret art—this subtle benefit was indescribable. It allowed him to more clearly recognize his shortcomings and strengths.
Finally, each Sacred Body dissipated, leaving no Dao marks behind, annihilating like ashes.
"Dong!"
Ye Fan ascended into the sky, step by step advancing deep into the lightning sea. Here, he finally encountered a terrifying great enemy again—the youthful figures of ancient Great Emperors manifested.
One, two, three... exactly nine figures, all extremely real. Apart from their faces, their thick hair and majestic bodies were all so real, each standing in one direction.
This trial had finally arrived. There was no avoiding it. Ye Fan was not afraid. Instead, his blood boiled, and he had an urge to roar at the sky and charge into battle.
To be able to fight the youthful versions of ancient Great Emperors at the same cultivation level—Ye Fan would have no regrets on his cultivation path!
"Never expected that so many Great Emperors came here..."
The great battle erupted, more dangerous than Severing the Dao at Immortal Three. This place saw heaven split and earth collapse, ghosts wailed and gods howled. All the lightning tribulation was scattered.
Ye Fan had experienced this before, and now facing it again, his experience was naturally extremely rich. His Past Self and Dao Self both emerged, taking turns in battle.
Even so, he narrowly escaped death time and again. As soon as he triggered the Divine Seal, the opponent immediately reached the Divine Seal and struck back, causing sun, moon, and stars to change color—unrivaled under heaven.
Invincible techniques, terrifying Daos—they continuously appeared. This was an ancient star domain. Many Great Emperors had come here, and heaven and earth had recorded their Dao marks.
Emperor Wu Shi, Amitabha, Battle Saint Emperor, Feather Transformation Great Emperor—all had appeared here...
In this battle, Ye Fan's physical body was shattered, his primordial spirit split four ways. He faced death nine times out of ten. Facing the successive slaughter of multiple Emperors, the heavens above were trying to annihilate him.
Throughout history, no one could fight so many Great Emperors. Not even Emperor Venerable or Immortal Emperor could do it. This exceeded the limits of an individual.
Every Great Emperor was invincible. Two Emperors were never seen meeting. No one could single-handedly suppress others, because the suppressed could never become Emperor.
In this battle, Ye Fan narrowly escaped death. He could not single-handedly suppress nine Emperors. Surviving was victory.
The first batch of Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors disappeared. A second batch appeared. Clearly, this star domain had once been extremely glorious, attracting various Emperors and Ancient Emperors to come here to pay respects, leaving behind indelible Dao traces.
Finally, Ye Fan lay in the starry sky, covered in blood. He didn't know how many times he had been shattered to pieces. Even the Divine Seal had been triggered, yet he could only end like this, stained with blood.
"Every Great Emperor is invincible..." After the battle ended, Ye Fan murmured softly. The more one understood Great Emperors, the more one felt this.
"I am also invincible." He said softly, his tone calm. After this battle, his will and conviction became even firmer, hard to shake.
To survive the siege of nine young invincible Great Emperors—this was a miracle!