Chapter 1355: Salvation Scripture
The Daoist tradition left by the Three Pure Ones should be one of the most powerful inheritances throughout history, absolutely impossible to be a discarded method!
"The heart-source is clear and pure, one illumination breaks all. The qi-fighting is firm and strong, ten thousand sensations in one breath. Contemplate all things with a single mind..." Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the void, becoming increasingly ethereal, as if transmitting his voice from beyond the heavens and earth.
Above his head, the Primordial Qi Cauldron rose and fell, covered with various runes flickering, cascading down the mother qi produced in the era of heaven and earth's creation, making him appear even more hazy.
Each word of the ancient scripture clashed like metal and stone, resounding loudly, echoing through the universe, illuminating the cosmos, filled with an extremely yang and vigorous aura, converting the Divine Spirit Thought opposite him.
At this moment, the Demon Lord hesitated, pacing back and forth, extremely wary of this scripture, as if it was naturally designed to restrain his yin spirit and evil thoughts, capable of shaking him into dissolution.
"Roar..." He howled in agony, suffering immense torment, even feeling the impulse to turn and flee.
He stretched out his limbs, raised his head to gaze into the depths of the sky, facing the starlight of the heavens, roaring in fury, causing everyone to tremble, as strands of Supreme Being aura began to diffuse.
Boom!
Heaven collapsed and earth sank, that place turning into chaotic fragments, everything ruined. The Divine Spirit Thought resisted with all its might, not allowing the chanting to approach. No one had expected such a violent reaction!
"This is a complete Salvation Scripture!?" In the depths of the starry sky, a white-haired old man exclaimed in shock.
"It is a complete ancient scripture. Ordinary people might not know this, but we deeply understand—its origins are immense!" Another old man spoke with a grave expression.
From beginning to end, the two remained transcendent, as if detached from this battlefield, observing the battle differently from other cultivators, their beings harmonizing with the cosmic Dao.
To some ancient sages, the Salvation Scripture was not considered a scripture of the Human Emperor. People only knew it had extraordinary and miraculous uses, capable of converting all living beings, bizarre and unparalleled.
But now, it displayed such unparalleled power, shocking the assembled heroes.
Throughout endless ages, few had managed to collect the complete text, leading some to speculate that the full scripture might even be an Emperor Scripture, adding much mystery.
"In the past, in the Beginning Azure Heaven, amidst the empty songs of the azure void, the great floating Li Earth. The sun, moon, and stars of the heavens, the celestial spheres, mountains and seas hiding clouds, the sky without floating haze..."
Ye Fan solemnly chanted the immortal scripture, wanting to dissolve this yin-born demon. Dao light flowed on his body, like a golden-bodied Dao Ancestor sitting in the nine heavens, stars reversing, chaotic qi hazy.
Strands of immortal light shot out, like immortal swords slashing at the Divine Spirit Thought, clanging as if transmitted from the Primordial Era, cutting through eternity, dazzling and brilliant.
"Waaah..."
Gray mist surged like a tide. This Demon Lord let out continuous howls, shaking the vast universe. Yin qi spread like an ocean tide, making the heroes feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Just how powerful was this Demon King? Once again, it exceeded people's expectations. The divine radiance formed by the Salvation Scripture, when slashing at him, was all extinguished.
He stepped forward again, carrying yin qi and demonic might that pressed down on the heavens, his eyes filled with endless coldness and ruthlessness. He reached out a terrifying palm, grasping forward.
"Chi!"
Around Ye Fan, streaks of golden light shot into the sky, like the flames of deification lit on the God-Sealing Platform. Ancient runes interwove there.
This was a forbidden formation from the Source Heaven Art, obtained from the Fourth Generation Source Heaven Patriarch Wu Yi. It spread around him as he sat cross-legged on the altar, surrounded by dense Dao marks.
Blood dripped from Ye Fan's fingertips, golden blood flowing along the divine patterns, like little golden snakes slithering, instantly transforming into a golden formation, merging with the Dao patterns.
A great sound rang out, rumbling as if heaven and earth were being created. Star domains trembled, Primordial immortal light danced!
Supremely sacred, supremely firm, supremely yang—this forbidden formation emitted a mist of immortal aura, enveloping Ye Fan, isolating all the gray yin mist.
Moreover, the Salvation Scripture grew even grander, as if transmitted from the mythological era before the Primordial Age, like a great bell and cauldron rumbling, awakening and enlightening.
"Ah..."
The Divine Spirit Thought roared, exploding clusters of yin mist on his body, trembling violently. Facing the supremely sacred pure yang formation and the complete Salvation Scripture, he suffered injury.
After all, this was not an ordinary little Daoist chanting, but a super existence at the eighth layer of the Saint realm suppressing gods and ghosts. The power was unimaginable.
One after another, divine radiance flew out. Ye Fan's mouth continuously emitted auspicious light. Finally, sweet dew fell from the sky, divine lotuses bloomed in the void, golden and fragrant.
This place became a sacred pure land!
Every ancient word Ye Fan chanted manifested physically, as if cast from metal, transforming into mountain-sized characters, flying toward the Demon Lord, pressing down.
This was a repeated conversion. The mountain-like metal ancient characters crushed the eternal void, exhausting all the yin qi of the world. The gray mist melted like ice and snow, crackling, disappearing completely.
The Divine Spirit Thought struggled in agony, black blood seeping through the black cloak, annihilating the void, emitting an extremely evil and vile aura. He was injured under the continuous conversion.
This was a natural suppression. The Salvation Scripture was created precisely for these yin spirits and ghosts, possessing great lethality. Even an ordinary person silently reciting it could have some effect.
Boom!
Behind him, mountains of corpses and seas of blood transformed into a wind wave rushing toward Ye Fan, sweeping through the nine heavens and ten lands, star domains rumbling.
One star after another exploded. Countless Dao patterns were extinguished, including the unactivated ancient formations of the Ancient Heavenly Court, as if undergoing a baptism of creation.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan coughed blood, suffering extremely severe injury. A surge of extreme yin qi penetrated through the golden formation, undefendable, making him feel as if trapped in the nine netherworlds, cold from head to toe.
In an instant, his white bones were exposed, blood dripping, large patches of golden flesh corroded clean, a miserable sight.
Ye Fan's entire body ached, as if ten thousand ghosts were devouring him. The gray mist extinguished and regenerated, wrapping around him. He simultaneously activated the Presence Secret and chanted the Salvation Scripture, not daring to stop.
This was a powerful Divine Spirit Thought, easily capable of killing Saint Kings. Without the golden forbidden formation and the Salvation Scripture in hand, Ye Fan would have long been in danger!
In the heavens, the heroes felt it even more deeply. As the gray yin mist surged, one meteor after another exploded, and even large planets shattered into pieces, terrifying to the extreme. Those with deep cultivation, excessive boldness, or who were too close could not dodge in time, their physical forms shattering on the spot, their divine consciousness extinguished, a miserable sight.
What kind of power was this? Two Saint Kings could not even utter a sound, directly becoming cosmic dust under the fluctuation of this yin mist.
The heroes understood that this Divine Spirit Thought was even more terrifying than they had imagined. Going up against it meant certain death, impossible to deal with.
At this point, people also increasingly understood Ye Fan's difficulty. Bearing the brunt of the attack, he had actually survived, though miserably, almost becoming a skeleton. But this performance was enough to shake the world.
Chi chi chi!
Suddenly, a green light shot up, dispersing the yin mist around Ye Fan, igniting a surge of extreme yang divine flame, restoring peace to that place.
A solitary lamp appeared, hanging in the void, appearing eerie and mysterious. The flame flickered, not very vigorous, but it absolutely had the divine effect of suppressing yin spirits and evil entities.
At the wick sat a little old man, slightly opening his eyes, smiling eerily. He opened his mouth and spat out a divine flame, rushing toward the aggressively advancing Demon Lord.
"Waaah..." The Divine Spirit Thought let out an extremely unwilling scream. Strands of black blood dripped from beneath his feet, suffering a heavy blow.
He retreated repeatedly, a trace of wavering appearing in his cold, ruthless eyes. He stared at the ancient lamp, as if deep in thought.
Not to mention the Divine Spirit Thought, even the others were shocked. What kind of divine lamp was this, actually capable of forcing back the Divine Spirit Thought!
It was cast from bronze, its shape very strange—a human body with a ghostly face, somewhat unsettling. Especially the little old man formed by the wick, whose smile was too eerie.
The bronze lamp was covered in green rust, mottled with ancient meaning, actually suppressing the Divine Spirit Thought, preventing him from approaching.
This was the Coffin-Suppressing Lamp Ye Fan had obtained from beneath the Great Thunderclap Monastery on the Ancient Yinghuo Star. It could not be viewed as an ordinary artifact, because it was a secret tool, non-aggressive toward ordinary people, but possessing supreme divine power against yin spirits.
Ye Fan firmly believed that this lamp could suppress many yin-born creatures in the world, because it was originally a terrifying artifact used by Shakyamuni to suppress the Divine Spirit Thought of the Great Accomplishment Saint Body.
To this day, no one could clearly explain its origins.
"This... could it be that ancient artifact left over from the Mythological Era? How did it fall into his hands?" In the depths of the starry sky, the two white-haired old men were shocked.
"That's right, it closely matches the records in ancient texts. Human body, ghostly face, personally cast by Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable, feared and dreaded by the Underworld."
No one could hear their conversation. At this moment, everyone was focused on the battlefield, not expecting Ye Fan to block the invincible Divine Spirit Thought at a critical moment.
"Ten cycles of salvation, a hundred demons hide their rhythm, separation and union are natural, mixing the cave and red patterns, nothingness without superior truth..."
Ye Fan appeared solemn and dignified, transforming into an indestructible Dao Venerable. The scripture he chanted grew even grander, resonating with the heavens. Moreover, his golden flesh regenerated, injuries healed, his body restored, becoming increasingly unfathomable.
The human-bodied, ghost-faced lamp blazed with flames, illuminating the nine heavens and ten lands, penetrating all mist and yin qi, locking onto the Divine Spirit Thought, intending to burn him clean.
The Divine Spirit Thought possessed heaven-reaching earth-shattering power, but at this moment, he could not deploy it. Trembling under the ancient lamp, all his yin qi was sealed.
Suddenly, his black cloak, which covered his head, flew up. He violently raised his head to the sky, letting out a roar that shattered the heavens. His ghostly hair danced wildly, terrifying beyond measure.
Everyone was stunned. As stars exploded one after another, he also revealed his true face—a pale visage, extremely resembling a real ancient physical body!
"Who is he? Why does he look so familiar? I seem to have seen this figure in an ancient stone carving!"
"Is that his true face? The... evil thought of an Ancient Great Emperor. He is an existence from stone carvings, the product of ancient Supremes pursuing immortality—too terrifying!"
The two old men in the depths of the starry sky were shocked. The more they knew, the greater their fear. Seeing that pale face, their hearts pounded violently.
"Sacred Body, I'm coming!" A majestic figure appeared. The Overlord stood beneath the heavens, purple qi surging like a tide. His combat power was indeed astonishing, having fought his way from the yin fish region into the yang fish region of the Taiji Immortal Diagram.
Ye Fan rose, his expression solemn. An ancient lamp hung by his shoulder, standing on the golden Dharma platform, like an ancient emperor on the God-Sealing Platform, his gaze flickering uncertainly, containing all living beings.
"Boom!"
He pointed with his right hand, and the ancient lamp left in the world by Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable rushed toward the Divine Spirit Thought, burning the star domain to collapse.
"Waaah..." The Divine Spirit Thought howled, retreating at extreme speed, not daring to touch the ancient artifact left by the Three Pure Ones of Daoism.
"Bang"
He crashed into the Overlord's body. Purple blood splattered. The Overlord's majestic body nearly split into four parts, his upper and lower body separated, white bone stumps exposed.