# Chapter 1346: Deploying a Formation in the Starry Sky
The star domain was vast and boundless, with specks of light scattered everywhere. No one could reach its end, and the beautiful starry sky held countless secrets.
From ancient times to the present, batch after batch of young people had set out on this star path, carrying dreams in their hearts, heading toward the distance, marching toward their goals, fighting with fervent passion, struggling with their lives, interpreting their ideals, and blooming one gorgeous flower of life after another.
On the road, a hundred boats contended, and heroes competed. The peerless Overlord was about to duel the Sacred Body from the Burial Emperor Star. The clamor soared to the heavens, stirring up monstrous waves and tugging at the hearts of countless cultivators.
This battle was unavoidable. Everyone was waiting!
Humanity's Fiftieth City was built in the cosmos, not on any planet. Above it, starlight shone brilliantly, cascading down from the heavens like silver waterfalls, incredibly beautiful.
Yet who knew that too much blood and bone had been buried here, bearing the vicissitudes and weight of ten thousand ages? Both now and in the era of the Ancient Heavenly Court, this place had always been a strategic location.
Ye Fan sighed lightly, gazing at the boundless universe and the resplendent starry river, muttering to himself: "How many outstanding talents have fought on this heavenly path, carrying dreams and burning with passion, only to stain foreign lands with their blood and become cold bones in the end?"
Over the years, as he traveled the ancient path, he had seen too much life and death. Many stunning heroes had fallen in battle, and by now, he even felt a trace of weariness.
"That won't do. You need full fighting spirit!" Yang Yunteng said. This old man was very worried about the impending duel between the Overlord and the Sacred Body and offered his reminder.
"I'm just feeling a bit emotional. When I truly face him, my fighting spirit will surge, and I'll fight to the end," Ye Fan said.
The starry sky had buried too many outstanding talents. Years later, when the one who had climbed to the peak looked back, he would see a blood-soaked road behind him, littered with countless bones.
Was this glory? Silently savoring such cruelty in solitude.
"This isn't actually a bloody road. It's just the result of fierce competition. Everyone rises up, heroes contend for supremacy, and it has evolved to this point," the Guide Envoy said.
This was a path that had existed since the era of the Ancient Heavenly Court. It was the oldest relic, originally a heavenly road that could allow later generations to rise, but it had become increasingly cruel.
The Guide Envoy added: "In truth, for the sake of immortality, for the sake of eternity, for the sake of taking that one step, even if blood floods the heavens and too many people die, it is worth it."
Everyone was struggling to cross the river of life in this world, yet so far, all had failed. Even the ancient Great Emperors could not achieve immortality, defeated by merciless time.
Becoming an immortal—since ancient times, generation after generation of heroes and heavenly prodigies had dreamed of it, yet it had always been unattainable.
What the Guide Envoy said might seem somewhat heartless, but it was not without truth. If someone took that step, sacrificing one generation or several would be acceptable. It would point the way to a true immortal path for later generations.
If truly successful, the significance would be profound and immeasurable. The merit would shake the ages and surpass even that of the ancient Great Emperors.
Ye Fan walked alone toward the ancient city gate, from where he would enter the starry sky. It was still too early to discuss immortality—it was not something his realm could touch. For now, he had other things to do.
"Daoist friend, where are you going?" Suddenly, an old man spoke. He had never been seen before and was following from behind.
"Into the starry sky," Ye Fan replied.
"Hmm, this old man has heard that you will contend with the Overlord. Why choose this time to leave?" the old man inquired.
"Wherever I stand is a battlefield. He can come and kill me at any time. I don't have time to wait for him," Ye Fan said deliberately, having sensed something.
"That's not quite right. Since a battle has been agreed upon, it should naturally be held in a place where all eyes are upon it. How can you break the appointment?" the old man said.
Ye Fan sneered coldly. "When did I ever say I would definitely duel here? You're worrying too much, aren't you?"
With that, he stepped out of the city gate and in one stride reached the starry sky, because the Fiftieth City was built beneath the stars, appearing majestic, peaceful, and sacred.
"Li Jun the messenger, why are you here? The Guide Envoy is waiting for you," a soldier guarding the city gate said to the old man.
"Alright, I'll go now," the old man nodded.
Silver light streamed down. This stretch of the starry sky was covered with formations that could gather the starry river, enveloping the ancient city. Standing in this area, one was completely wrapped in starlight, appearing hazy and holy.
Ye Fan stood outside the ancient city for a while, bathed in pure white radiance, feeling a sense of peace and tranquility. In the eyes of mortals, they were already immortals, but cultivators did not think so.
If immortals existed, were they also pursuing something?
Ye Fan looked back. The city gate had already closed. He murmured to himself: "On the ancient path, the various Guide Envoys and Dao Protectors are not of one mind either."
The Guide Envoy of Humanity's Fiftieth City, Zhao Gongyi, and some of the strongest Dao Protectors did not want the two supreme physiques to clash now. But on the road ahead, some hoped for a world-shaking battle. From this messenger, one could glimpse some clues.
Even some of the guardians of the Stellar Ancient Path might show hostility.
Ye Fan entering the starry sky was naturally not about leaving. The most urgent matter now was to prepare for battle. He would contend with the Overlord, fight a bloody battle in the starry sky, and compete for the position of Supreme Being.
In the cosmos, starlight shimmered. Ye Fan gazed at the enormous divine diagram left by the Ancient Heavenly Court. Two ancient life stars served as poles, and meteorite groups served as the yin-yang dividing line. This place held too many buried secrets.
"This place is my battlefield!"
Ye Fan strode forward. The sun and moon reversed, starlight shot through the air. He had cultivated the Stride Art to a miraculous level. Here, he surveyed the terrain and would make a formal deployment.
In a battle of the same level, he feared no one. But if someone violated the ancient path's agreement, returning from the road ahead to suppress him with a higher realm, then he would be in danger.
"Ancient Source Heaven formations, awaken. Let your former glory reappear." Ye Fan moved among the meteorite groups, carefully repairing one ancient formation after another. Many had originally been worn away, but he restored them, making them shine with light.
Reviving ancient formations required complete devotion. In a sense, one had to imprint their essence, energy, and spirit into them. Hence the concept of spirit-connecting formations.
He was not trying to restore all the divine formations in this star domain. That was clearly impossible—the scale of the work was too vast. He only needed to set up one battlefield.
Among them, one formation was most important to him. When the fourth-generation Origin Heavenly Master Wu Yi stood in the dead city square of the Underworld, the dao patterns there were complex and profound. Traces of blood flowed along the formation diagram, increasing its divine power, making it grand and majestic.
It could be said that in that battle, Wu Yi relied on this to be nearly undefeatable from the start. When he fought desperately against Ye Fan, that formation diagram played a huge role, continuously amplifying his combat power.
"Daoist Ye, please wait."
A wave of divine thought came from the starry sky. A group of people hurried toward him. The old man he had seen at the city gate was among them, and it was he who called out to stop him.
Ye Fan stopped and looked toward them. There were six people in total. Besides the old man, Liu Yun was also there, and among them was a woman with a flower-like face and a charming figure.
The leader, however, was not particularly outstanding—medium build, ordinary looks. But this person's cultivation could not be underestimated. He was a very powerful Saint King.
"Do you have business with me?" Ye Fan asked.
"We heard that Brother Ye was about to leave this starry sky, so we specially came down to persuade you. Since you have agreed to battle the Overlord, leaving without a word like this doesn't seem right," the beautiful woman said lightly.
Ye Fan knew that these people were all on the Overlord's side. They thought he was about to travel far and had chased him down to stop him from leaving.
"Who are you?"
"Fairy Xu Li is the youngest daughter of the Guide Envoy of Humanity's Eighty-First City," Liu Yun introduced from the side.
Ye Fan nodded upon hearing this. "Does my business have anything to do with Humanity's Eighty-First City?"
Nine-nine returns to one. Clearly, the Eighty-First City was extremely important. The Guide Envoy of this city was naturally no ordinary person. Now that his daughter had come, it represented the inclination of some guardians.
"How is it unrelated to me? The news of the Sacred Body's duel with the Overlord has already spread throughout the ancient path. I am also one of the spectators and have the right to supervise," Xu Li raised her delicate eyebrows, tilting her fair, rounded chin like a proud peacock.
"Ridiculous," Ye Fan commented.
"Who are you calling ridiculous? You flee without fighting, not daring to battle the Overlord, yet you talk nonsense to me!" Xu Li's pretty face was full of disdain.
Ye Fan gave her a cold look. "Are you here to provoke me? Do you think you can kill me on behalf of the Overlord?"
"The Overlord is majestic and heroic. Killing you would take no effort at all. We don't need to act. We just don't want you to escape and are stopping you from leaving," Xu Li said, her expression brightening when she mentioned the Overlord. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with stunning light, her admiration undisguised.
"Lovesick fool," Ye Fan casually spat out these two words.
Xu Li's forehead was instantly covered in black lines. She ground her teeth, like a female leopard, wishing she could pounce on him immediately.
"Brother Ye, a man born in this world should live a magnificent life. How can he fear battle?" the old messenger said. It was he who had tipped off the others and chased after them.
"Doesn't this have much to do with you?" Ye Fan glanced at him.
"I think Brother Ye is not planning to leave. Are you surveying the battlefield?" the man who appeared ordinary and unremarkable at the lead said.
"Tch, he wants to flee the ancient path and escape. Once the Overlord comes, who will contend with him? He's scared inside," Xu Li relentlessly taunted, truly angered by Ye Fan's earlier words.
Ye Fan ignored Xu Li and looked at the leading man. "And who are you?"
"Wei Zheng," the man replied.
"This is the eldest grandson of Senior Wei Tian, the Dao Protector of the Ancient Human Path," Liu Yun said from the side, not hiding the man's extraordinary identity.
"What a big background," Ye Fan said.
None of these people were simple. The youngest daughter of the Guide Envoy of Humanity's Eighty-First City, the eldest grandson of the Dao Protector on the ancient path—all had come. This showed that the guardians on the road ahead had a serious bias. Their descendants arriving was enough to illustrate some issues.
Ye Fan sighed softly. Zhao Gongyi of Humanity's Fiftieth City had been quite kind to him, but on the road ahead, there would naturally be those who sided with the Overlord. This was inevitable.
"I understand your intentions. If I really wanted to leave this starry sky, what could you do?" Ye Fan asked calmly.
"Is Brother Ye truly afraid?" the old messenger said.
"I knew he would flee. Who on the ancient path dares to contend with the Overlord? Even Di Tian, the Great Demon God, and the Human King have to retreat!" Xu Li raised her snow-white, crystalline chin, revealing a cold smile.
Wei Zheng said calmly, "We all know Brother Ye is joking. You cannot leave. However, I still want to remind Brother Ye: if you truly want to go, we will intercept you and not allow you to leave this starry sky. Because the Overlord said the decisive battle must take place here."
Ye Fan smiled faintly. "Are you telling jokes? One might think the Overlord has become the Human Emperor. You can kneel and admire him, but don't impose his will on me. You may revere it as a divine decree, but in my eyes, it's waste paper. To me, he is just an opponent, nothing more."
The group's faces all darkened.
"Hmm, are you all coming up together to intercept me, fight to the death, or will you obediently go mine for me? If you don't behave, you'll be beheaded or spanked," Ye Fan said, looking at them. Though his words were light, there was an intangible authority.
Dear brothers and sisters, tomorrow I am going to Lijiang to participate in an author's salon, so I need to sleep early today. I can only update one chapter. I will be there for about four or five days. During that time, I will try my best to update. I think one chapter a day should be no problem. Please forgive me. Chen Dong has no backup drafts, so there's really nothing I can do.
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