# Chapter 1366: Cease
The starry river was brilliant, divine radiance dotted everywhere. Ye Fan stretched his body, embracing the divine moon in his arms, pushing ten thousand stars with his arms. Every movement caused the stars to tremble, emitting a vast and mighty force.
In this star domain, the heroes were silent. No one spoke. No one had expected such an outcome. The once-invincible Overlord had fallen in dark and gloomy disgrace, evoking a sense of pity.
How powerful he had been—reigning supreme deep within the ancient path, arriving with overwhelming force. Yet he had been nearly crippled in battle, even the ancient techniques he had mastered were taken from him. After the fight, his sworn enemy comprehended those ancient arts and grew even more confident, while he was left entangled in sorrow, anger, indignation, grief, and pain—a web of negative emotions.
This was a merciless blow, making the young supreme of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline taste bitterness for the first time. This defeat once made him utterly despair, even wanting to end his own life.
But when he saw Ye Fan's confident demeanor, a flame leaped within his heart. He wanted to become stronger, to become the number one person in the universe, to wash away this disgrace.
Divine Seal—that true divine forbidden domain. Many renowned prodigies throughout the ages had never stepped into it in their entire lives.
Having lost his undefeated halo, the Overlord became a mere foil. At this moment, the gazes of the many powerhouses shifted from him and landed on Ye Fan.
Ye Fan acted as if no one else was there, spontaneously deducing the immortal ancient arts. His heart was peaceful and tranquil, without aggression, having lost his competitive spirit. All that remained was his perception and understanding of the Dao.
He did not want to miss such a rare opportunity. Standing within the Divine Seal domain, both his physical body and his primordial spirit were amplified tenfold. His overall qualities were comprehensively elevated, his form and spirit full and abundant.
Within the divine domain, even enlightenment could reach a deeper level. In a sense, this was also a tenfold effect, truly a divine miracle. It allowed him to experience that profound and mysterious sense of fulfillment more deeply than usual.
Unless one was an ancient Great Emperor, the Divine Seal could not be maintained for long. How could Ye Fan waste it? He stood alone in the starry sky, allowing the heroes to watch, yet he did not stop. He deduced over and over again, witnessing his own Dao and path.
The starlight was bright and clear. The entire world was so peaceful and serene. Ye Fan condensed the nine ancient characters from the Yin Extreme Immortal Scripture, inscribing them in the void. Each character was vigorous and powerful, emitting a strand of aura that could suppress the ancient blue heavens for eternity.
This was the Dao of the Human Emperor. He perceived it, understood it, then internalized it, digesting it within the scriptures of the Wheel Sea that he had created.
In the end, the peaceful starry sky trembled violently. Great stars seemed about to fall, flickering with mysterious radiance, connecting with Ye Fan.
Borrowing the power of the great universe, Ye Fan inscribed the ancient Yin Extreme characters. Each character was crystalline, as if immortals had descended to the world, emitting the sound of the great Dao, nourishing his body and placing him in a wondrous state.
Within the Divine Seal domain, standing at the highest point of the starry sky, he wielded divine principles, as if the Dao had been achieved. He released his fundamental essence, spirit, and energy. His belief in invincibility was firm and unshakable.
At one moment, it was the nine Yin Extreme characters; at another, the Presence Secret; at yet another, the Overlord Fist that could swallow mountains and rivers, where only I am supreme. He immersed his will within them.
For a time, wind and thunder raged, golden astral energy surged. These were the various phenomena that accompanied him as he stretched his body and realized his Dao fruit.
"Waaah..." The Overlord let out a great roar, transforming into a streak of purple light and charging into the distance. Every second he stayed in this place felt like ten thousand knives cutting his body.
Human Clan's Fiftieth City had become his place of shame. He had originally wanted to continue his glory, to shine alongside the achievements of his ancestors, but in the end, it was a tragedy.
Qi Tian did not move his torso. He reached out a large hand, instantly traversing an immeasurable distance, as if it could cover the entire universe, and grabbed the Overlord back from the depths of the star domain.
On the other side, the Human Clan Ancient Path's Dao Protector, Canglan Great Sage, spoke: "What does one defeat matter? Without valleys, where would there be high slopes? Setting aside the Divine Seal, you are not inferior to any young supreme. Your path, your Dao, needs to be broken through by yourself."
Upon hearing this, people sighed. The once-brilliant Overlord had fallen to such a state, needing someone to guide him, to boost his morale, to reshape his Dao heart. Compared to before, it was truly pitiful.
Ye Fan was isolated from the outside world. He paid no attention, did not care whether the Overlord left or not. He was immersed in a deep state of enlightenment, unable to even greet Qinghuang Daoist.
In the starry sky, discussions arose on all sides. This battle was considered concluded. Now, only one person remained there, comprehending the Dao, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.
This battle established Ye Fan's position on the ancient path. He officially rose to prominence at Human Clan's Fiftieth City, marking the arrival of another young supreme on the Imperial Path!
Without a doubt, this would have an extremely wide-ranging impact. On the road ahead, anyone aspiring to the Imperial Path would begin to take notice of him and be on high alert.
Boom!
In the distance, the sound of hooves thundered. Another pair of opponents fought their way back. The Dragon Horse galloped wildly, the Purple Qilin roared, pursuing from behind.
A group of people was stunned. The style of this pair's battle was completely different from the one that had just ended. Curses and shouts rang out continuously, a scene of chaos, completely lacking any form.
"Kill..." the Dragon Horse shouted, but it was fleeing, not stopping for a moment, leaving people somewhat confused. A group of them couldn't make heads or tails of it.
The Purple Qilin's face darkened as it pursued relentlessly: "What are you shouting about? Dare you fight?!"
The Dragon Horse wore a proud expression: "What is there to fear? I am destined to reign supreme under heaven, certain to attain the Dao. How could I be afraid of a mere wild beast like you?"
"Then fight!" the Purple Qilin said coldly.
"Fine," the Dragon Horse replied. Just like before, it shouted "kill," but its fleeing speed became even faster, turning into a blazing divine light.
The Purple Qilin was furious: "Since you want to fight, why are you running?"
The Dragon Horse said seriously: "I am already fighting you."
"Nonsense," the Purple Qilin fumed.
"This is a battle of speed. I am overwhelming you. Clearly, you are no match. I have already defeated you," the Dragon Horse said righteously.
The Purple Qilin: "#￥%..."
Not only was the Purple Blood Qilin furious, wanting to trample it to death, but even the heroes were speechless. This Dragon Horse's face was too thick. Clearly, its realm was inferior, and it dared not fight, yet it seriously claimed victory, saying it had overwhelmed its opponent.
Moreover, what was most unbearable was that it still wore a proud expression.
This was simply incomprehensible. It was filled with a strong sense of superiority. If one had to reluctantly find a reason, it was that it had gained confidence from running away.
"Do you have any dignity as a powerhouse? Fleeing without fighting is too shameful," the Purple Qilin roared. Encountering such an extreme opponent truly infuriated it.
"Powerhouse dignity? What kind of thing is that?" The Dragon Horse fled on its two hind legs, standing upright, mocking the Purple Qilin for not being able to outrun it even with four legs.
Without another word, the Purple Qilin shattered the heavens with its hooves, chasing desperately. It hated this bottomless Dragon Horse to the core and wanted to kick it to death.
The Dragon Horse was calm inside. It was a sacred beast, but its opponent was a sacred beast king, with an insurmountable gap. It would not fight to the death, seeking its own doom.
What powerhouse dignity? As it itself said, what kind of thing was that?
"Hurry up and admit defeat. You've already lost. If you keep being shameless, don't blame me for being ruthless," the Dragon Horse issued a stern warning, causing the observing sages to wipe their sweat.
In the Purple Qilin's view, this was the most shameless sacred beast it had ever seen. With such a noble bloodline, yet so lacking in moral lower limit.
"If you don't know when to stop, I'll kill you. I could take on ten of you without any problem," the Dragon Horse threatened.
"Come and try!" The Purple Qilin's liver fire blazed. Encountering such an extreme character was truly teeth-grinding.
"Unfortunately, you don't have ten. How about ten of me fighting one of you?" the Dragon Horse said shamelessly, then shouted into the distance: "Fellow Daoists, let's gang up and blow it up!"
Upon hearing this, the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, Golden Lion, Scorpion, and the other twelve sages immediately surrounded them. They didn't engage in close combat but sacrificed various forbidden artifacts. Divine light blazed, artifacts exploded, and they bombarded from a distance.
"Duo!"
Qinghuang Daoist let out a light shout, unable to bear it any longer. His Dao sound was like thunder, shaking the chaotic fighters back, separating the two sides.
Qi Tian and Canglan also twitched the corners of their mouths. If Qinghuang Daoist hadn't acted, they themselves would have had the urge to intervene.
The old Qinghuang Daoist stepped forward, issuing a stern warning for them to cease hostilities.
Even a Great Sage couldn't stand it anymore, showing just how terrible this battle was. The sages were all speechless. Not long ago, the battle between Ye Fan and the Overlord had been so fierce and tragic. No one expected the battle between the two beast lords to be so "unbearable to watch."
"Boom!"
A great sound came from the universe. Ye Fan withdrew from his deep state of enlightenment. His fist split heaven and earth, his battle qi surging throughout his body, causing a group of people to shudder.
With this, the battle between the Sacred Body and the Overlord Body at Human Clan's Fiftieth City came to a complete end. The heroes spread the news along the ancient path, taking it to distant places.
On this day, the starry path shook violently. The name of the Sacred Body was heard in all directions. Having defeated the young supreme of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline, Ye Fan's name shook the ancient path!
This was a storm. He was seen as a fierce tiger on the attack, stirring up endless winds and clouds, full of variables, and would strongly threaten the few prodigies at the forefront.
In a sense, the pattern of the Human Clan Ancient Path would change from now on. Another young supreme had risen, surveying all directions, adding another competitor for the highest Imperial throne.
At Human Clan's Fiftieth City, Ye Fan met with the Southern Demon and his sister. They had so much to talk about, conversing for several hours.
The Southern Demon's demeanor was as before. His body was bronze-colored, his eyes deep, like a dormant true dragon that had taken human form, wandering the mortal world, unfathomable.
Qi Huoshui was graceful and moving. Her black hair was loose, her skin snow-white and delicate, her eyes clear. She had lost some of her willfulness and gained a spiritual quality. Her red lips and white teeth were sparkling and bright. She was a peerless beauty, her smile captivating entire cities.
Her beauty was undeniable. In the past, she had some grudges with Ye Fan. After decades apart, meeting again, past events were all dissolved in a smile.
"I have seen the Central Emperor, seen the Holy Son Yao Guang, seen Jue Youqing, and also seen the Ji Family siblings chasing an ancient divine coffin across the star domain."
The Southern Demon informed him, telling him about the old acquaintances from the Burial Emperor Star he had encountered.
"Hey, young supreme who just fought the Overlord, what are you thinking about, spacing out?" Qi Huoshui teased, her fair, jade-like hand waving in front of Ye Fan's eyes.
"I was momentarily lost in thought. Will I be able to see so many old acquaintances again on the ancient path after so many years apart?" Ye Fan said with some emotion.
"Some people, you may never see again." The Southern Demon shook his head, and even Qi Huoshui stopped her playful banter upon hearing this.
"What happened?"
"Jue Youqing may have died in battle." The Southern Demon sighed. This was a Western Desert powerhouse who had once been his equal, revered as the Western Bodhisattva.
Ye Fan was startled. He still remembered this woman who had once ventured into the Central Province Immortal Mansion World with him and the Old Blind Man. She was dressed in white, pure and transcendent and free from vulgarity.
"Killed by whom?"
"A young monk named Jin Chanzi. His magical power was peerlessly powerful, enough to rank among the young supremes, terrifying to the extreme." The Southern Demon said solemnly.
Ye Fan's heart leaped. How could it be such a name? This should be a non-existent being, not supposed to appear.
The Southern Demon's next words made his heart leap again.
"According to legend, his master is Shakyamuni. Jin Chanzi is not very old, but his cultivation has already reached the peak. Jue Youqing was defeated by his hands. However, there is another saying that Jue Youqing did not die but voluntarily followed him away."