Chapter 1439: The Cocoon
~Date: October 25th~
They continued onward, with Ye Fan employing Source Art to probe the terrain, moving heaven and earth, surveying the landscape, and uncovering many valuable clues.
Two days later, Ye Fan used Source Art to discover a pool formed by stalactites inside a mountain belly, containing residual Divine Demon Liquid. Inside, he also found hair and old skin—Ji Haoyue and the others had cultivated here.
Moreover, the traces here were obvious; it looked like someone had lived here just a few dozen days ago and had only recently departed.
The cracked human skin on the ground sparkled with crystalline light, filled with a powerful aura. Electric arcs flickered and crackled, extremely extraordinary.
This was astonishing. It wasn’t even discarded old skin—after dozens of days, it still possessed vigorous life force and divine power, fully demonstrating the owner’s strength.
“Brother Haoyue’s cultivation is formidable; he must have already entered the Saint King realm, making him a standout among his peers. I think with his strength, he can rival a young Supreme Being.” Pang Bo picked up a piece of crystalline skin, examined it, and spoke.
“There’s no justice! Emperor Void’s own coffin leads the way, pulling his descendants on a journey through the universe’s treasured lands and divine territories!” The Dragon Horse could only envy and admire.
The others clicked their tongues in amazement. In the mythological era, nine layers of ancient coffins led the way, pulling the Ji siblings to treasured lands, allowing them to obtain Divine Demon Liquid and such—truly earth-shattering, as if intentionally nurturing descendants.
The golden bird feathers were also extraordinary, accompanied by flashes of lightning that crackled and popped, like a pile of gold being struck by thunder.
“Could it really be that little one from back then? She’s grown to this level—truly astonishing.” Ye Fan stared at these divine feathers and muttered to himself, somewhat emotional.
“These shed feathers from the golden divine bird have a strong scent of Phoenix Blood.” The Black Bear Saint sniffed the golden feathers on the ground.
Boom!
Fighting sounds came from afar. Several Divine Elders appeared. Whoever was unlucky enough to be discovered by them would face tragedy, even a Great Sage, because the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable’s slaughter formation was unstoppable.
Meeting them meant only fleeing far away; a moment’s delay meant certain death.
There, rocks shattered into clouds, accompanied by skyward bloodlight. Clearly, someone had met their end. After the blood mist dispersed, silence gradually returned.
Ye Fan said, “Most of the Great Sages and Divine Elders are heading for the stone coffin, so if we go looking for the Ji siblings, we generally won’t encounter them.”
Emperor Void’s ancient coffin was very strange, surrounded by dense Dao patterns that merged with the void and universe. Unless one was an extremely powerful being like a god, it was hard to truly approach; one would always get lost in the void.
Ye Fan used Source Art to survey the mountains and rivers, “Searching for the aura of Divine Demon Liquid to track the siblings and that divine bird, we press forward.”
More and more clues indicated that old friends were ahead, hiding deep in the forbidden zone, seemingly using the Divine Demon Liquid to cultivate. At the most critical moment, they didn’t want to be discovered.
At the same time, they found a serious problem: other young Supremes like Golden Serpent Lord, Metal-Eating Beast, and Di Tian were also appearing, possibly encountering Ji Ziyue and the others.
“It’s either Sang Gu or Xin Lan leading the way. As descendants of ancient Divine Demons, they are most sensitive to the aura here. Earnestly tracking the Divine Demon Liquid should be easy!”
When they determined this, Ye Fan could not remain calm. He pushed his Source Art to the extreme, moving heaven and earth, making the sun, moon, rivers, and mountains tremble, tracking the aura of that precious liquid to approach his old friends.
Two days later, they heard strange sounds. A range of peaks trembled, and array patterns spread like ripples. Clearly, someone was attacking the Dao grounds there.
“The aura of Divine Demon Liquid!” Ye Fan’s expression changed. He charged forward at extreme speed, crossing lofty mountains and ridges, arriving at a place of dense ancient trees.
A great black mountain peak stood there, barren of vegetation. Array patterns spread outward, emitting brilliant rays of light.
The Divine Clan Heavenly Maiden Xin Lan, the Stone Man Sacred Spirit, the Copper Ant King, and others, along with some unfamiliar people, had arrived here and were attacking this black mountain, grinding away many Dao patterns, causing it to crack all over.
This was not a place where Divine Demon remains were buried, so naturally, there were no ancient Divine Demon Dao traditions, but someone had artificially carved a great array here, merging with the void and great universe.
“This is a technique from the Void Emperor Scripture, connected to the chessboard array pattern!” Ye Fan recognized it at a glance, seeing the secret within.
Although this great array was complex and profound, it couldn’t withstand the attacks of many young powerhouses. Cracks appeared. Each of these people dominated a domain, ruling as kings on their respective ancient paths.
“Should be set up by the Ji siblings. Are they inside the mountain belly?”
Boom!
Rocks shattered into clouds, dust shot into the sky. This mountain peak was smashed to pieces. The array patterns were finally completely ground away, and the mountain collapsed with a rumble.
The Stone Man, Xin Lan, Copper Ant King—which of them was a bandit? Each was a peerless powerhouse among the younger generation. Whether Sacred Spirits or Divine Clan, they were supremely holy, with few rivals.
Their combined attack was naturally world-shaking. Even a Great Sage would frown, for this was a group, not just one or two. The future world would belong to them.
Boom!
The black mountain collapsed. Ye Fan sensed a familiar aura. He emerged from the shadows, his whole body radiating golden blood energy. Every move he made seemed to push the sun, moon, and stars, like an ancient divine master.
He blocked the heroes, afraid that his old friends inside the mountain belly might be harmed.
“It’s you! Dare to block our path!” The Stone Man bore a grudge against Ye Fan, known among the young generation of Supremes. They had clashed more than once since entering the Mythical Ancient Domain.
The main reason, of course, was that Ye Fan had killed Sacred Spirits in the past, and his body bore a curse. Although that cursed divine ring was slowly worn away, the Sacred Spirit clan could still sense it.
Ye Fan’s eyes were cold. He did not respond to his words but swept his gaze over everyone, looking down on the world.
In this place, various Divine Demon essences were buried underground. He could use Source Art. Even if surrounded by heroes, he had no fear of group battles.
Moreover, the numbers weren’t as large as imagined—just a few people. If the Ji siblings were here, along with Pang Bo, the Dragon Horse, and others, they could dominate these enemies.
“Ye Fan, I’ve always hoped you would join my clan. Have you considered it? Why are you blocking our path now?” Xin Lan asked, her body crystalline, surrounded by a divine ring, dazzling and radiant, truly like a heavenly maiden.
“There are old friends of mine inside the mountain belly. I don’t want them harmed,” Ye Fan said calmly.
“You’ll pay with your life! I couldn’t find you for twenty years, but today I’ll send you on your way!” The Stone Man attacked first. This race was synonymous with invincibility; at the same level, few could match them.
“Weng long!”
Ye Fan swung his fists, left hand like a tiger, right hand like a dragon. Dragon roars and tiger howls shook the ears. These were two of the Four Symbols’ celestial spirits, which he evolved into his fist technique, fully displaying the grand momentum of dragon-tiger struggle, suppressing the four directions of heaven and earth!
In a burst of blinding light, his fist collided with the Stone Man’s palm—a direct, hard clash. The shockwave sent even the young Supremes flying.
In the present age, who dared compare bodily toughness with a Sacred Spirit? Only the Human Sacred Body would do so, attacking openly and directly like this!
The Sacred Spirit was immortal, its body tough and hard to break. But at this moment, the Stone Man let out a muffled groan. His right fist cracked, blood splattered, and then with a “pu,” his entire arm exploded.
This was a grand momentum. It wasn’t that such a powerful Saint King-level Stone Man couldn’t block Ye Fan’s single blow, but both had used ultimate, wild power, deciding victory or defeat in three to five moves.
This was a collision of bodies, a duel of Dao, deciding life and death in an instant!
The others were shocked. The Sacred Spirit, which dominated the world with its body, was no match for the Human Sacred Body. This filled them with a sense of powerlessness. After twenty years unseen, Ye Fan’s blood energy had become even more vast and boundless, as if he was about to become invincible under heaven.
Ye Fan pressed forward, intending to kill the Sacred Spirit and take its head. But at this moment, the others all struck, as they were allied and united against a common foe.
“Boom!”
Ye Fan said nothing. He didn’t exchange blows with so many people directly but instead deployed Source Art, shifting mountains and rivers, making the sun and moon dim.
“Not good, retreat!”
Someone shouted, seeing the trick. This place had become unfathomable. All the mountains and rivers seemed to honor Ye Fan alone, placing him in the most advantageous terrain as array patterns emerged.
Pu!
Someone was too slow to retreat. Ye Fan struck, throwing three consecutive punches, blasting that person apart into a mist of blood.
“Boom!”
At the same time, he pursued the Stone Man again, shattering his other arm. Sacred Spirit blood splattered, shocking to behold.
At the critical moment, the Copper Ant King intervened, helping him. The Stone Man escaped disaster. His face was ashen, his expression dark to the extreme, as he retreated to the rear.
“If you want to live, don’t appear before me again, and don’t compete with me,” Ye Fan taunted.
The Stone Man was furious, clenching his fists, but ultimately held back and did not advance. After so many years, who had made him feel so stifled? His former enemy seemed to have left him behind, filling him with resentment and a sense of powerlessness.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough, but that the other was too powerful. As a Stone Man, favored by heaven and earth, possessing all kinds of extraordinary means and divine powers, invincible in one domain, yet unable to kill the Human Sacred Body.
“Brother Ye, aren’t you being too overbearing?” The Divine Clan Heavenly Maiden Xin Lan, who had been watching coldly, said with displeasure on her face, preparing to strike.
“What I said is true. There really are old friends of mine in the mountain,” Ye Fan replied.
“Nonsense! You clearly want to seize the Divine Demon Liquid!” The others naturally didn’t believe him and didn’t back down, staring at him with cold, murderous eyes.
Suddenly, a skyward fluctuation appeared, spreading from the shattered black mountain, pulverizing many rocks and debris.
A radiant cocoon appeared, emitting precious light. Someone was undergoing nirvana, a transformation of shedding bones and reforming, and had now emerged from seclusion. At the same place, there was a chessboard teleportation array. The cocoon seemed to want to flee, but as if sensing something, it trembled violently and rushed toward Ye Fan.
“This is… a cocoon formed from Divine Demon Liquid! Someone has absorbed its essence!”
“The Dao fragments of ancient Divine Demons dissolved into the precious liquid, equivalent to many ancient traditions fused into one, obtained by someone. This is a heaven-defying fortune.”
The Divine Clan, Sacred Spirits, and all kinds of supreme bloodlines were both shocked and envious, wishing they could be inside the cocoon.
“Crack”
Cracks appeared on the cocoon, with auspicious energy bursting forth, a thousand rays of light, ten thousand strands of immortal energy. The person inside was about to emerge. Clearly, they recognized Ye Fan, otherwise they wouldn’t have been so trusting as to break out of the cocoon by his side.