# Chapter 1361: Seek One's Own Self
The Overlord flew horizontally, blood spurting from his mouth, his body nearly shattered into pieces, purple blood rain scattering through the air, stunning all the heroes.
It was two pairs of golden fists, two dragon-shaped curves crossing through the void. Two figures like gods and demons struck simultaneously, sending the Overlord flying sideways, nearly broken apart.
What kind of combat power was this? The entire crowd fell silent. This scene was too shocking. People's hearts turned cold—if they had gone up themselves, they would have been directly blasted into a cloud of blood mist.
How valiant was the Overlord? Everyone on the ancient path knew this, yet he could not withstand this kind of domineering suppression, almost dying on the spot. This was absolute intimidation!
In a same-realm battle, Ye Fan was clean and efficient, launching a thunderous strike from the start, beating the Overlord to near half-crippled state. Many bones in his body were cracked, and even his Overlord fists could not clench.
"Ah..." The Overlord growled low like a wounded beast. Purple blood flowed backward, gathering toward his injured body. The Presence Secret activated on its own, repairing his wounds. Bones crackled as they were reforged.
"Relying on secret arts alone—don't think I can't deal with you!" His eyes had no distinction between white and pupil, entirely purple, cold and eerie enough to frighten.
The Overlord's battle intent did not diminish; instead, his fighting spirit rose high. He stared coldly at Ye Fan, a powerful conviction surging within his heart. His hair flew wildly, his gaze icy and sharp, growing more terrifying by the moment.
Powerful battle qi surged and roiled, shaking even the starry sky. All the mighty figures from ten directions could not help but retreat, not expecting the Overlord to be indomitable, still possessing such fighting spirit despite repeated injuries.
"I am invincible!" the Overlord roared. Purple qi blotted out the sun, his hair stood on end, his brows raised, releasing dazzling divine light. The entire starry sky trembled violently.
In a same-realm battle, he feared no one. Even in his initial battle with Ye Fan, he had not been at a disadvantage. Though he later suffered greatly, his confidence remained unshaken.
"Boom!"
The Overlord fist crossed the void, shattering the starlight of the cosmos. Two purple rivers seemed to connect past and present, their might astonishing the world. This was the Overlord's true strength.
Ye Fan wore a cold smile. Both of his bodies moved simultaneously. One met the attack to block, while the other mercilessly suppressed and killed!
With a thunderous crash, the Overlord was sent flying again. If facing only one Ye Fan, he could naturally fight—on the current human ancient path, his strength was unquestionable, hailed as a young supreme being, not without reason.
But facing two Ye Fans in a same-realm battle, he struggled. His arms were mangled, his body nearly crippled, sent flying tens of thousands of zhang away.
Ye Fan did not want to waste time. Whether crossing realms or fighting at the same level, everything was already clear. He quickly followed up, raising his golden fist to strike!
Boom!
The Overlord's gaze suddenly blazed like torches. His essence blood burned as he shifted positions in the narrowest margin, dodging the fatal strikes from both golden bodies.
His body flickered through the starry sky like a battle immortal descending to the world, supremely strong and firm. Suddenly, nine illusory spirits manifested, each identical to him, simultaneously attacking Ye Fan at the center.
The crowd was greatly shocked. Their hearts pounded violently as they widened their eyes to watch the scene.
Which of the sages had not cultivated the Heavenly Eye Penetration? Yet at this moment, they could not see clearly, could not see through, unable to tell which was the true body. The Overlord was too fast, moving like a ghost, nine illusory spirits attacking Ye Fan simultaneously.
Every figure seemed to possess world-shaking combat power, wreaking havoc on heaven and earth, splitting the sky, making the vast universe tremble. Purple qi rolled endlessly, spreading everywhere in a vast expanse.
"Trouble!" Guide Envoy Zhao Gongyi cried out in alarm. This was an ancient technique—the illusory spirits seemed real. Even with Heavenly Eye Penetration, one could not see through them in a short time. Once trapped, danger would follow.
Ten Overlord bodies attacked together, their combat power astonishing. Unable to tell which was the true body, being trapped among them meant passive beating. One mistake could mean death by execution.
"Illusory Spirit Nine Transformations!" In the depths of the starry sky, an old man recognized this secret art and could not help but be shocked. Clearly, even the Dao Protector did not know the Overlord possessed this ancient technique.
"Boom!"
In that narrowest of moments, Ye Fan activated the Stride Art. Imprints appeared beneath his feet as he tore open a gap like lightning and rushed out of the battlefield.
The Overlord pursued relentlessly, surging with overwhelming divine might like a demon lord, his ferocious aura flooding the heavens. Some illusory spirits wielded Phoenix Blood war spears, dancing as they attacked, piercing the cosmos. Others swung Overlord fists, charging forward without hesitation.
"There are some secret arts I have never used, saving them as surprises for my decisive battles with the Great Demon God, Human King, Di Tian, and others. I never thought you would force me to this point." He spoke coldly, his thick black hair dancing wildly.
The crowd's hearts tightened. The Overlord was truly heaven-defying, not having revealed all his hidden cards. He still had extraordinary techniques and divine arts.
Whoosh!
Ye Fan's true body and Dao body separated, each charging in different directions, displaying Dao techniques from two different positions. Without question, this was a brilliant move to counter the nine illusory spirits.
The Overlord had only one true body; the other nine were illusory spirits. If they strayed too far from the true body, the illusory spirits would become sluggish. This way, some false bodies would soon be exposed.
Ye Fan opened his Source Heaven Eye. His heart shook—he could break through illusions and identify the true body. However, he also discovered that five of the illusory spirits possessed real combat power.
The Source Heaven Eye was very special, capable of seeing through falsehood!
Other Heavenly Eyes also had their own unique qualities. For example, the Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, when viewing an opponent's techniques, could slow them down many times, allowing one to clearly see the changes within.
"The young supreme of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline is no small matter. He has condensed five illusory spirits, all with formidable combat power. Truly prepared for the Great Demon God, Human King, and others." A Dao Protector stood in the starry sky, speaking.
However, these illusory spirits had an obvious weakness—their combat power was inferior to the true body, unable to match Ye Fan's Dao body. If identified, they risked being destroyed.
Still, this was enough. At least for now, it resolved the Overlord's crisis, buying him time by blocking one of Ye Fan's Dao bodies.
Once Ye Fan identified his true body, he charged straight forward. His Dao body also moved simultaneously to slay the illusory spirits. Fierce battle erupted once again.
The Overlord's heart jumped. He had not expected Ye Fan's Heavenly Eye to be so special, able to distinguish truth from falsehood at first glance, putting him on the defensive again.
Ye Fan's Dao body was incredibly fierce, immediately destroying three of his illusory spirits. Though they could be replenished to block the great enemy, they were all formed from his essence, qi, and spirit, consuming his foundation.
The Overlord let out a long cry. Blood qi surged, purple mist rolled. His one true body and nine illusory spirits displayed their power simultaneously, cracking the cosmos. Azure lotuses appeared beneath his feet, chaotic qi permeated the air, his speed reaching the extreme, too fast for anyone's eyes to follow.
Because he realized that Ye Fan's Dao body was unstoppable, continuously killing his illusory spirits, solely because it was too fast. His true body could not rescue them, and the illusory spirits could not dodge.
This was a strange step technique, within limited space not inferior to the Stride Art, extremely fast. The ten Overlord bodies left afterimages, indeed boosting his combat power significantly.
"This is the Chaos Lotus Step, known as the Little Supreme Step Art. Within a small domain, speed can reach its peak!"
Someone recognized this step technique. Its name alone indicated its extraordinary nature. Within a limited range, it could dominate the world, truly stunning. It was equally famous as the "Divine Light Escape," suitable for close combat but not long-distance traversal.
Except for the Stride Secret, it could reign supreme in the world.
The Stride Art, regardless of distance, maintained the same speed, always reaching the extreme. At this moment, it was displayed perfectly beneath Ye Fan's feet, too fast for anyone to react.
If not for this, it would not have forced the Overlord to use the Chaos Azure Lotus Step. Every step left lotus imprints, chaotic qi surging, appearing strange yet powerful.
The two fought fiercely. The Overlord's illusory spirits were continuously slain, causing his expression to change. Continuing like this would inevitably lead to great loss.
"I ask once more: will you buy your life? Hand over the nine ancient characters of the Yin Extreme Immortal Scripture and the Presence Secret?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
"You're delusional!" the Overlord replied with a cold voice.
"Kill!" Ye Fan's true body and Dao body stood on opposite sides, trapping the Overlord and his nine illusory spirits in between. He activated another secret art, beginning the suppression.
Golden qi boiled. Behind both Ye Fans appeared a golden divine treasury. Within, immortal swords sang, great bells hummed, ancient pagodas rose and fell, precious mirrors glittered...
This was a golden world, filled entirely with golden Dao implements. Now they all flew out together, launching indiscriminate attacks.
Moreover, this was symmetrical. The other direction was the same. Ye Fan's Dao body and true body simultaneously opened the Golden Divine Treasury, like yin and yang opposing each other, sandwiching the Overlord and his illusory spirits in between, executing a killing strike.
"Ah..."
The Overlord screamed. All nine illusory spirits were slain in an instant, turned into purple blood mist under the endless golden Dao implements, unable to resist.
This secret art was most suitable for group battles, a fearsome ancient technique for dealing with multiple incarnations simultaneously. It held the advantage against one person, and against a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals, it was the same—indiscriminate attack.
Both Golden Divine Treasuries opened together, pressing down on the Overlord, beating him until blood splattered, bones shattered, white bone fragments flying everywhere, a miserable sight.
By now, the two young supremes naturally held nothing back. Both used all their abilities, fighting until blood rain flew and bones broke.
The Overlord suffered greatly. He knew he could not gain an advantage in secret arts. The Sacred Body from the Burial Emperor Star had mastered various ancient techniques, at least as many as he had.
"Roar..."
He let out a long cry, evolving his divine form, releasing his foundation, tearing through the cosmos, charging at Ye Fan's Dao technique world.
In that instant, the Overlord transformed into a Kunpeng, spreading its wings to the heavens. This was his divine form, unbreakable and unstoppable, charging at Ye Fan.
A few drops of golden blood splashed. A crack appeared on Ye Fan's forehead, nearly split open by the Kunpeng. His body transformed into a dragon-shaped curve, evolving into a golden circle.
Boom!
The Overlord flew sideways, covered in blood, gaining no advantage. But his body changed again, from Kunpeng into a great bell, humming softly.
This was no ordinary transformation. It was a divine form transformation, a heavenly innate divine ability of the Overlord body. When cultivated to the extreme, there would be nine divine forms, all manifestations of the immortal Dao!
"Dong..."
The great bell hummed, pressing down.
In that moment, Ye Fan suddenly withdrew his golden blood qi. The Taiji immortal diagram also vanished instantly. Only he himself remained in this heaven and earth.
Secret arts, ancient techniques, and various attack methods flashed through his mind one by one, but he used none. At this moment, he experienced a kind of tranquility of enlightenment, gaining insight at this critical juncture of life and death.
In the end, he only made a plain strike, brushing upward. With a thunderous crash, he sent the Overlord flying, his body broken in two, purple blood scattering everywhere.
"What? A casual strike with such power?!" Even the Dao Protectors were moved at this moment.
"All the various techniques in the world are merely forms, merely manifestations of methods. What is truly powerful is one's own self." Ye Fan silently comprehended. At this moment, he had reached the Divine Seal, in a state of ethereal emptiness.
He felt something in his heart, a different kind of understanding. True Great Emperors likely dwelled permanently in the Divine Seal realm. At that point, everything became empty, and only one invincible person existed in the world.
"Seeking techniques, seeking methods, seeking the Dao—none compare to seeking one's own self." Ye Fan murmured, his heart at peace. (To be continued)