Chapter 1363: Overlooking the Starry Sky
Divine Forbidden — the forbidden domain of the gods, shattering all shackles, allowing mortals to ascend, nearly becoming gods. Only the ancient great emperors could dwell within it permanently!
The All Secret, shaking the ages, comprehensively elevates a person's qualities — whether combat power, speed, primordial spirit, or even thought and perception — every advantageous aspect is amplified tenfold, truly defying heaven.
The Overlord had lost, utterly and completely. This was an unprecedented defeat. Ye Fan's performance was too dominant, snuffing out the last glimmer of light in his heart, shrouding him in gloom, lost and dispirited.
There was not a shred of suspense. Even when he revived his Dao Self, it was forcibly interrupted, ultimately shattering on its own, bones breaking and tendons snapping, purple blood splattering everywhere.
This defeat left him unable to see even a glimmer of hope. Even attacking with his most powerful battle stance, he was still defeated, withering at the most beautiful and brilliant moment.
What kind of gap was this?
The Overlord was sorrowful. He knew deeply that even if given another chance, starting over from scratch, the result would not change. He would still be suppressed and killed by Ye Fan with ruthless force!
The enemy was like a great mountain pressing down on his heart, filling him with a sense of powerlessness. His inner self told him that this man was invincible. This had never happened before — he had always been the nightmare of others, yet now someone had cast a shadow over his heart.
It was precisely because of this that he fell into utter despair, his whole body ice-cold. He was killed to the point of losing his fighting spirit, his entire being filled with grief, sorrow, lamentation, and anguish, as if turned to stone.
"Why?" His lips trembled as he asked himself, unable to believe this truth. He had heard of the past deeds of every outstanding prodigy throughout history. The combat power of a great emperor in his youth was a benchmark — no one could surpass it.
With his strongest battle stance, combining four or five divine forms into one, he should have been invincible, absolutely capable of rivaling the ancient great emperors in their youth!
Yet he still lost. He was in such pain but could find no answer. The Overlord believed that on this ancient path, no one of the same level could suppress a strike combining several divine forms like this.
This defied all reason!
Beneath the starry sky, there was dead silence. All the heroes felt a chill from head to toe. The Overlord's strength had been renowned on the ancient path for decades, yet now he suffered such a crushing defeat, leaving everyone speechless.
No one could believe it. The appearance of a single divine form would cause a sensation, yet now several combined in one body had been utterly defeated. Who in the world could stand against such an opponent?
"My words still stand. Buy your life with secret arts," Ye Fan said calmly in the starry sky, bathed in the pure moonlight, transcendent and ethereal like a banished immortal.
The Overlord seemed to be both sorrowful, laughing, and crying. His heart was bitter. He had never imagined that such a day would come — that someone as dominant as him, always charging forward invincibly, would become a weakling in another's eyes, looked down upon and coerced.
"Just kill me. I will never hand over the Nine Secrets or the Yin Yang Immortal Scripture!" Though defeated, the wildness in the Overlord's bones remained, refusing to submit.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan spread his five fingers wide, and five peerless beams of light pierced through the universe, all striking the Overlord, reducing him to shattered bones and a mist of blood. Ruthless, decisive, and resolute.
However, after a quarter of an hour, the Overlord's body reassembled. The Presence Secret was unmatched in the world; possessing it was like having an undying body in the midst of battle.
"All the various methods in the world are merely means. One need not know them all, but some such means are still necessary," Ye Fan sighed softly.
Seeking techniques, seeking methods, seeking the Dao — it was better to seek oneself. This was the foundation of his future cultivation. But nothing was absolute. Even Buddhism, which preached compassion, had its demon-subduing divine powers.
The Nine Secrets were heaven-defying, seizing the ultimate mysteries of creation. Each secret possessed extraordinary divine abilities that could reach the heavens. Take the Presence Secret, for example — it was enough for a lifetime of enlightenment.
Ye Fan believed that anyone who sought immortality, who wished to be undying in this world, would value this secret. Studying it deeply might grant inspiration, prolonging one's time in this world.
"Pfft"
Ye Fan turned his palm again, crushing the Overlord in the starry sky. The purple divine blood was shocking, and the gleaming white bone fragments were fearsome.
This time, before his body could reassemble, Ye Fan reached for his purple primordial spirit, intending to forcibly explore his sea of consciousness and search for the nine ancient characters of the Yin Yang Immortal Scripture.
"Stop!" the Overlord shouted. His fist-sized purple figure glared angrily.
Ye Fan stood above the star river, his expression untroubled, saying nothing, looking at him calmly and peacefully.
"If you forcibly probe my primordial spirit, I will stop the Presence Secret and self-destruct immediately. You'll get nothing!" the Overlord threatened.
"Two choices. One is death. The other is to buy your life with secret arts," Ye Fan said flatly.
"You are humiliating me!" the Overlord roared, his eyes blazing, fists clenched, his whole body trembling with rage.
He had turned back from the depths of the starry sky to attack fiercely, only to end up with this result, leaving him disheartened. At this moment, the only thing keeping him alive was the desire to know one thing. Filled with unwillingness, he said, "I want to know — why could you defeat me?!"
The Overlord asked this, and no one mocked him. The starry sky was silent, because this was also everyone's question. Ye Fan's performance could only be described as a miracle, too incredible to believe!
Not to mention the Overlord's other heaven-defying means, just the combat power of several divine forms combined into one could sweep the ancient starry path and rival the ancient great emperors in their youth. There was no doubt about that.
That divine might was obvious to all. Under normal circumstances, it was almost unsolvable. Even if Ye Fan were stronger, it should only have been a draw or a very hard-fought victory.
"A state," Ye Fan said calmly.
What state was this? Everyone was both terrified and confused. Finally, a protector from the depths of the starry sky murmured to himself, "It can only be the Divine Forbidden."
This time, he did not lower his voice. Everyone heard it, and all were shocked.
Divine Forbidden — this was a forbidden domain. Countless prodigies existed in the world, but how many could enter it and dwell there permanently? Only the ancient great emperors could do it!
"Divine Forbidden! So that's the state!" Upon hearing this, the Overlord was not disheartened. Instead, he seemed to awaken, bursting forth with a powerful spirit, his eyes suddenly blazing bright.
"I knew it! How could my strongest battle stance be easily suppressed? If I also step into the Divine Forbidden, I will still be invincible!" he roared, suddenly filled with confidence.
Wild brilliance burst from his eyes, radiating a powerful battle intent. No longer lifeless, he seemed reborn, looking down upon his great enemy.
Ye Fan looked at him calmly. "In this world, no success can be attributed to luck. I won because I am stronger than you. I have comprehended the Divine Forbidden for decades and can enter this domain. That is strength. If you don't believe me, try stepping into the Divine Forbidden domain and fight me."
"The Divine Forbidden is no obstacle for me. I will definitely break into it, and in the future, I will dwell there permanently!" the Overlord roared.
Ye Fan said nothing. He began to obliterate him, seizing the nine ancient characters of the Yin Yang Immortal Scripture and the Presence Secret. The Overlord's body shattered, but he roared, refusing to submit.
"I am undying and indestructible! I can regenerate endlessly!" he bellowed.
"How many times can you live?" Ye Fan said coldly. The Primordial Qi Cauldron descended, trapping the Overlord inside, beginning to refine him. His blood steamed and gradually dried up.
Possessing the Presence Secret, it was said that as long as a single drop of blood remained, one could continuously revive, making death difficult.
Ye Fan cut off his hope of revival, turning his entire body into a bloody light, burning and evaporating. The Overlord roared and struggled violently, causing the entire cauldron to shake.
Everyone was stunned speechless. This was the mighty Overlord, yet he was trapped in a cauldron and being refined alive, reduced to the lowest of captives.
What happened today would surely shake the starry sky, alerting the prodigies ahead. The path of the emperor had gained a "fierce tiger" that would shatter the existing structure!
The Sacred Body of the Burial Emperor Star had arrived, becoming a supreme great enemy for the young supremes on the ancient human path. From this day forward, everyone would have to take him seriously, listing him as the most dangerous person.
Several figures stood in the distant sky. They were the "miners" Ye Fan had captured. When setting up the formation, they had rendered "great service" and were now free.
"I don't believe it! The Overlord has lost so completely. Is there no chance for a comeback?!" Xu Li couldn't believe it, muttering in confusion. She was the youngest daughter of the Guide Envoy of the 81st city.
"He really lost," Qi Zheng said in a daze. His background was even greater — he was the eldest grandson of Qi Tian, a protector on the ancient human path, and had also once been a miner.
On the ancient path, some Guide Envoys placed great importance on the young supreme of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline, having their children befriend him, forming a powerful force.
Some Guide Envoys had come personally from the depths of the starry sky to watch this battle, never expecting such an outcome. They were all momentarily stunned.
The young supreme they valued had been nearly crippled, killed to such a miserable state that even his Dao heart had wavered. They all fell silent.
"Ah..." The Overlord was nearly annihilated in both body and spirit. Most of his blood had been evaporated, his bones scorched, unable to resist this terrifying cauldron.
Inside the Primordial Qi Cauldron, chaotic mist swirled, and stars flickered, as if creating the world, capable of refining everything in existence.
"Enough! Stop here. Spare him when you can!" A cold shout came. An old man with white hair and beard appeared from the depths of the starry sky, arriving in an instant, extremely fast.
A Great Sage!
People trembled, sensing a terrifying aura spreading everywhere, making their blood boil as if their bodies were about to explode.
This was a protector on the ancient human path. The battle between the two heroes had reached this point, and the protector finally appeared to stop Ye Fan from killing the Overlord, releasing an overwhelming pressure.
His figure was blurry, strands of Dao aura hanging down, suppressing the eternal blue sky, incredibly powerful!
"Many trial-takers have died on the ancient starry path, yet you never appeared. Why do you come to stop me only when the Overlord is about to be destroyed?" Ye Fan was very calm.
"What kind of talk is that? Do you have no respect for a protector?" the blurry figure said coldly.
"Who have you protected? Whose protector are you?!" Ye Fan was fearless, standing beneath the starry sky, facing this supreme Great Sage directly.
"Undeniably, you are a peerless genius, stunning past and present. In the future, there will surely be a divine seat for you in this world. But now is not yet your time. You cannot claim supremacy. Do not act recklessly on the ancient path!" the protector said.
Everyone was shaken. The newcomer clearly favored the Overlord, stepping in to save him. Yet he still spoke such words, evaluating Ye Fan so highly, fully demonstrating his potential and future strength.
"What is recklessness? How do you define it? Within ten zhang of me, I alone am supreme. I want to kill the Overlord. Can you stop me?" Ye Fan said coldly.
"He cannot be killed!" Suddenly, another figure appeared, hazy and indistinct, shrouded by the light of stars and moon.
"A defeated general of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline has stirred so many people. If you want to save him, trade the Yin Yang Immortal Scripture and the Nine Secrets!" Ye Fan said sharply.
Everyone was petrified, stunned. The Sacred Body didn't even give face to the protectors, demanding ancient scriptures from them. It was truly awe-inspiring.
Pity the Overlord, who had roamed the starry sky for decades, dominating the ancient human path, yet now had become a bargaining chip, his life and death entirely in the hands of his mortal enemy. He wished he could smash his head on the spot and die.