Chapter 120: Eastern Wasteland Divine Physique
Ye Fan emphasized the consequences of Yan Ruyu's actions. Hanging high on the cliff of Peach Blossom Valley, he naturally wouldn't be narcissistic enough to think that such a bright and ethereal woman had taken a liking to him. They had only met a few times; in the end, it was all because of the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart.
When the group left, Ye Fan descended to the ground. In the peach orchard, ten-thousand-year-old ancient peach trees twisted and stretched like coiled dragons. Peach blossoms bloomed in clusters, and a clear breeze blew, sending petals flying through the air like a pink mist.
Ye Fan began to ponder where he should go. The Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart was nourished in his Life Spring; the demon clan would never let him leave. Was he supposed to join them? But the demon clan's techniques were unsuitable for human cultivation. Here, he couldn't obtain powerful cultivation methods and needed to think of another way.
This was a group of demons who had surpassed the Other Shore realm, likely a formidable force within the demon clan. Escaping was nearly impossible.
"Take it one step at a time," Ye Fan said. For now, he was in no mortal danger. He sat cross-legged in the peach blossom forest, letting the petals dance around him as he calmed his mind and began to cultivate.
The heart of the Demon Emperor was immersed in the Life Spring—how could he not make good use of it? He wanted to use the sacred blood to temper his own flesh and blood, undergoing another transformation. The golden Sea of Suffering, as large as a fist, hung in the void like a blazing sun, radiant and holy.
The Life Spring surged, clouds and mists rising like steam. The heart, like a red agate, remained silent and motionless as the divine spring soaked it, dazzlingly red and crystal clear, intoxicating to behold.
Ye Fan used his "cauldron" to revolve around this red heart, then pressed it close, vibrating the small cauldron in an attempt to extract the sacred blood from within. But no matter how he cast his techniques, the Demon Emperor's heart remained as steady as a rock, unshakable, and he couldn't draw out a single drop of essence blood.
In the end, Ye Fan's actions could be called provocation. He directly used the small cauldron to smash against the sacred heart, producing a series of clanging sounds. The Life Spring radiated brilliant light, and the cauldron shone brightly, emitting waves of mysterious Dao aura.
Yet the Demon Emperor's heart was as calm as an ancient well, showing no reaction at all, ignoring his provocation. It hung there like the eternal sun and moon, without a single ripple.
"The green copper block is too mysterious. It has completely sealed the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart. No matter how I cast my techniques, there's no movement. I can't extract a single drop of essence blood." This left Ye Fan in a difficult position. He was sitting on a treasure mountain but couldn't gain any benefit, which felt deeply frustrating.
Ye Fan refused to give up. He carved characters onto the cauldron. The nine ancient characters began to glow faintly, gathering strange divine power as they arranged themselves in a specific pattern. This was a method recorded in the Dao Scripture, using an "artifact" to suppress oneself and achieve "eternity."
But this time, Ye Fan wasn't trying to suppress himself. He wanted to use this secret technique to seal the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart and make it resonate.
Ye Fan didn't recognize the nine ancient characters; he used them purely as "Dao patterns," following the Dao Scripture's records without any error, successfully imprinting them inside the cauldron.
The cauldron suspended above the Sea of Suffering immediately became hazy. It exhaled and transformed, emerging from nothingness. Chaotic mist surged, interweaving "Dao" and "Principle," making it feel profound and mysterious.
Yin and Yang merged, the Primordial derived, and the forces of life and death intertwined. The cauldron became mysterious and unpredictable, combining qi to generate life, shedding death, and evolving vitality. It gradually grew larger and pressed down toward the heart.
The Demon Emperor, who once shook the Eastern Wasteland and looked down upon the world, even if he couldn't become an immortal, was still an unparalleled figure in heaven and earth. "Such words..." she said, licking her moist lips and blowing a soft breath by his ear. "A real man doesn't need words to prove himself."
"How can I not see it?" Qin Yao's vermilion mole between her brows emitted a faint glow. Her eyes sparkled as she provocatively looked at him, her face full of smiles.
Ye Fan knew she was likely teasing him on purpose. He smiled, extended his right arm lightly, and suddenly wrapped it around her round and slender waist. "How about we go discuss life and talk about what makes a man?"
Qin Yao was a bit taken aback, not expecting him to be so bold. She smiled softly and tapped his forehead with a finger, then retreated like a fluttering butterfly.
Ye Fan's physical body was formidable, his arms like divine pythons. He didn't let go, following her like a pair of butterflies, dancing together. The intoxicating fragrance made him feel as if he were holding warm jade or a delicate flower.
"Alright, let go!" Qin Yao stopped, still enchanting and seductive, her eyes like water, incredibly alluring. The red mole between her brows emitted a crystalline light, causing Ye Fan's body to feel numb, and he immediately released his right arm.
"Fairy Qin, we haven't discussed life yet," Ye Fan said, looking carefree and unrestrained. Her attempts to tease him with such methods were ineffective.
"Glib tongue!" Qin Yao smoothed her hair and said, "I came to inform you that we're preparing to withdraw from the Wei Kingdom at any time. You need to be mentally prepared."
"Why?" Ye Fan was puzzled.
"The Ji Family, passed down since the Primordial Era, is making moves. We suspect they might attack us."
The Xuan Yuan Sect, which appeared to be a human sect, had long been controlled by Yan Ruyu. It was one of her strongholds, and she had now decided to abandon it.
"Why would they act?" Ye Fan asked.
"The Ji Family has produced a stunningly talented figure—a rare Divine Physique, seldom seen in the Eastern Wasteland. His cultivation has just begun to take shape, and the Ji Family elders have arranged for him to test his skills on us."
"Is the Divine Physique that terrifying? He's only just begun. Why not just kill him here?"
Qin Yao shook her head at this. "The Ji Family will surely send many strong guardians to prevent any mishaps. If he were to die young, they would turn the entire Eastern Wasteland upside down. None of us would escape."
Yan Ruyu was very decisive. That very day, she ordered a full retreat from the Wei Kingdom, planning to seek refuge with a powerful demon clan figure. But the Ji Family arrived so quickly that they hadn't even left the Wei Kingdom before their path was cut off.
This was a desolate mountain range in the western part of the Wei Kingdom. The mountains stretched endlessly, with sparse vegetation and mostly scorched earth. Legend said that a great battle had occurred here in ancient times, turning it into barren land. Towering mountains pierced the clouds, but there was not a trace of green—bare and desolate. Scattered rocks, scorched earth, broken mountains... all told of the cold and lonely silence of this ancient battlefield. On all sides, on each desolate mountain peak, stood powerful figures. The Ji Family's experts were as numerous as clouds, sealing off all directions.
Straight ahead, on a broken mountain, a man in purple robes stood with his garments fluttering, like a descending god. He appeared to be around twenty years old, his eyes as brilliant as stars. With his hands behind his back, he stood alone, blocking the way.
He merged with the mountains, fused with heaven and earth, giving off a feeling of Dao following nature and unity of heaven and man, making it impossible to gauge his depth.
"Why do you block our path?" A middle-aged demon clan beauty stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.
"My Divine Physique has just been completed. I heard the Demon Emperor's descendant is here, so I came to issue a challenge," the purple-robed man said, his noble bearing beyond words, yet perfectly in tune with nature. His expression was calm, his words gentle.
"Our lady is unwell and cannot fight. Please schedule another day," the middle-aged beauty transmitted.
The purple-robed man's voice was soft, like a spring breeze brushing past. "In that case, I won't force it. Please leave the Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon behind. Since my Divine Physique was completed, there are few divine weapons in the world that suit me. I lack a suitable tool."
The middle-aged beauty's expression didn't change. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. We have no such thing as a Sacred Weapon."
Behind the purple-robed man appeared two beautiful maidservants, standing respectfully behind him. One of them parted her red lips, her voice crisp and pleasant. "Three years ago, the Demon Emperor's tomb emerged, shaking the Eastern Wasteland. Many spiritual weapons shot out from the yang tomb. Unfortunately, the Dao Scripture didn't appear, and after the Demon Emperor's Sacred Heart rushed out, it vanished without a trace. As for the Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon, it broke through the blockades of five major figures and was cleverly seized by your lady using the Treasure-Gathering Basin. How could it not be in your hands?"
"The Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon, even if it fell into our lady's hands, is only natural. What right does your Ji Family have to demand it?" The middle-aged beauty looked displeased.
The purple-robed man, though only about twenty years old, was extremely composed. Every move he made seemed to flow with "Dao" and "Law." He spoke slowly, "I am determined to obtain the Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon."
Beside him, another beautiful girl's voice was like pearls falling onto a jade plate. "Our young master's Divine Physique has just been completed. Only the Demon Emperor's Sacred Weapon can match it."
"Such arrogance. I wonder if the Divine Physique lives up to its reputation..." The middle-aged beauty sneered.
The purple-robed man, his black hair lightly dancing, his expression indifferent, his eyes deep, spoke calmly, "In that case, feel free to try."
"Let this old woman see just how terrifying the Divine Physique really is!" The middle-aged beauty stepped forward herself, spitting out a beam of light from her mouth, shaped like a willow leaf, silver and dazzling, flying toward the purple-robed man.
The purple-robed man remained composed, not moving at all. His robes fluttered as he stood with his hands behind his back. But at that moment, everyone was shocked!
Night suddenly fell, the surroundings dimming. Behind him, an extremely strange scene appeared: a vast blue sea surged, and a bright, pure moon slowly rose, casting down holy silver radiance.
"The Moon Rises Over the Sea!" Everyone was stunned. "This is the Wheel Sea Divine Phenomenon of ancient great powers. He actually cultivated it! Worthy of the Divine Physique!"
That bright moon instantly froze the middle-aged beauty's willow-leaf divine weapon, turning it to dust. Then the holy moon rotated, and that demon clan expert didn't even have time to groan before she turned into a mist of blood, body and soul annihilated.
Under the night sky, the blue sea shimmered with ripples. A bright moon hung in the sky. The purple-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, never moving an inch, indescribably calm and ethereal. Man and scene merged, like a poem or a painting.
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