# Chapter 1484: Turning Over a Hand to Form Clouds
"Who converted Hua Hua away?" the Dragon Horse shouted. Having spent a long time in Heavenly Village, he remembered that little bald head running around busily, though he often framed the Dragon Horse, Black Emperor, Duan De, and others. But who would hold it against a child? A mischievous, troublemaking child was all the more endearing, and a slightly cunning one was all the more clever and spirited.
But now the little rascal in their memories had been converted away. In the future, he might not even recognize them anymore, severing his master-disciple bond with Ye Fan and becoming a stranger to the people of Heavenly Village. How could this not enrage them?
"It was a supreme powerhouse from Mount Sumeru," an elder of the Ji Family answered.
"So it really was them!" Ye Fan's gaze instantly turned icy cold, killing intent spreading everywhere.
He knew well that Hua Hua would inevitably have karmic ties with the Buddhist sect, all because of the "hidden treasures" on Earth. When Hua Hua was three years old, he had fallen into an ancient cave in the Tibetan region and accidentally obtained various Buddhist scriptures, which were absorbed into his subconscious.
Hua Hua was essentially a living Buddhist immortal scripture. If the sect's people learned of this, they naturally wouldn't let him go and would bring him to Mount Sumeru.
But Ye Fan never expected Hua Hua to suffer such a tragic fate. If the Buddhist sect was after the scriptures he carried, that would be one thing, but to be forcibly converted and suppressed—this was less conversion than subjugation and enslavement!
This was an extremely tragic outcome. "Better to die fighting than suffer the crime of conversion"—this was a saying passed down from ancient experts, because that would be equivalent to becoming a servant without a self.
Clearly, that person was extremely powerful. Hua Hua had no ability to resist at all, otherwise he would never have fallen into such a miserable state.
"Rebellion against them! These bald-headed monks have gone too far. Do they really think we're easy to bully? Let's level their Mount Sumeru!" the Dragon Horse clamored, itching to strike immediately.
"Is the Battle Victory Buddha stationed in the Western Desert?" Ye Fan calmed down and asked the Ji Family members.
"The ancient Buddha left many years ago, entering the depths of the universe. Mount Sumeru is no longer under his authority," the Saint Lord of the Ji Family said.
Ye Fan nodded. If the Battle Victory Buddha were there, this definitely wouldn't have happened. The Western Desert ran deep. Mount Sumeru hid too many secrets. Was it finally time to confront them?
An elder said, "I've heard that the current authority on Mount Sumeru came from outside this domain, but I don't know if it's true. Some also say that an old monk once suppressed by the Battle Victory Buddha escaped from the underground prison and became the leader of the Great Thunderclap Monastery."
"We'll know once we go there," Ye Fan said, his gaze piercing. Through the treasure window of the Void Imperial Palace, he looked toward the horizon, his emotions surging.
Killing his disciple, converting his follower—each incident was extremely vicious. This was a hatred and pain like having one's heart gouged out and lungs cut open, making him unable to tolerate it any longer!
He had been away for too long. His disciples were being bullied like this. If it were competition among peers, that would be one thing, but a group of old antiques had jumped out, each bullying the younger generation, suppressing his followers. This made his killing intent soar to the heavens, his battle blood surging. He had to go demand an explanation.
"Hmm, in recent months, the Golden Crow Clan has been very active. Some speculate that Ye Tong might not be dead. The clan has found clues about him and is hunting him down, intending to execute him by dismemberment," an elder shared a piece of unsubstantiated gossip.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan immediately made a decision: first visit the Golden Crow Clan, then go to the Western Desert. Hua Hua had already been converted; one day earlier or later made no difference. But Ye Tong might be in mortal danger.
Afterward, Ye Fan learned about the situation of others in Heavenly Village. Little Sparrow was currently on the run, not yet captured, but in great danger. The ancient clans wanted to recruit the Silver Blood Twin Emperors, forcing them to join. Li Heishui and Dongfang Ye had gone to the Western Desert to challenge them, trying to rescue Hua Hua, but they almost got converted themselves...
After hearing this, Ye Fan's expression turned extremely cold.
"Where is the Golden Crow Clan? Where are they based in the Big Dipper?" the Dragon Horse asked.
"No one knows their exact location. They're very cautious, but every day, Golden Crow Clan experts roam the world. Finding their clansmen is still very easy," the Saint Lord of the Ji Family replied.
Ye Fan stood up to take his leave. Time was pressing and couldn't be delayed. He didn't want his disciple to be hunted for thirty years and then fall just as he returned.
A group of important figures from the Ji Family all stood up, escorting them all the way out the main gate. This was a rare courtesy, something that hadn't happened in many years.
"Be careful," Ji Ziyue urged.
Ye Fan nodded and said, "Next time, I'll visit with heavy gifts."
Some important figures of the Ji Family showed delighted expressions, nodding secretly, letting Ji Ziyue accompany them a bit further, until they crossed the great river before the gate—the Ji River.
The Eastern Wasteland remained as it was, its magnificent mountains and rivers undiminished. Many more streams of saintly energy could be felt, with streaks of light occasionally streaking across the sky, traversing the landscape.
Ye Fan soared into the sky, surveying the vast wilderness, thinking carefully. Then he led the Dragon Horse and the others straight up into the heavens, heading for the outer domain battlefield.
There, saints fought daily, and news was most abundant. He remembered seeing the Golden Crow Clan clashing with others there when he arrived, engaged in a great showdown.
Beyond the heavens, the vastness was boundless. Great stars revolved. In the ancient battlefield, corpses, broken weapons, and meteorites floated about, with all kinds of objects present. Saints occasionally whistled past.
Ye Fan and his group moved incredibly fast, appearing in outer space almost in the blink of an eye. They looked down upon the vast ancient domain, searching for enemies.
Such a large group suddenly appearing would naturally make people's hearts race, because only saints dared come here.
"Have you seen any Golden Crow Clan members around?" the Dragon Horse asked.
There were six or seven people fighting in this area. Upon hearing his words, they all remained indifferent, no one responding, not wanting to get involved in trouble. But their hearts were unsettled. Was this someone looking for trouble with the Fire Mulberry Star powerhouses?
The Golden-Winged Great Peng spread its wings, stirring up fierce winds. Golden divine feathers covered the sky, instantly rushing into the distance to begin actively searching.
The Dragon Horse let out a roar and, along with the other saints, moved out, entering the more distant battlefield. Only Ye Fan stood there, unmoving.
"The Golden Crow Clan was just fighting over in that direction," someone in the shadows pointed out, informing Ye Fan.
He took a single step, and the sun and moon reversed. He vanished from his spot instantly, appearing in another direction, heading toward the distant battlefield.
This was a vast area where heroes contended. In recent years, various sages from beyond had descended, bringing many disasters. Conflicts occurred frequently, naturally leading to shocking battles.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng, the Dragon Horse, the Black Bear Saint, and others swept across the four directions, searching for Golden Crows. This investigation naturally stirred up a commotion, shocking many experts who wanted to see what was happening and followed along.
This was the central ancient battlefield. A large group of people were in chaotic battle. When Ye Fan appeared, he immediately spotted a Golden Crow. Without saying a word, he reached out and grabbed toward it.
The crowd was horrified. This was a powerful Golden Crow, yet someone dared to grab it with bare hands, treating it like a little chick?
"Who are you? Do you want to be an enemy of the Golden Crow Clan?" the Golden Crow shouted, flapping its wings to soar into the sky, dodging the giant hand. It felt a chill of terror, sensing an extremely dangerous aura.
"Who is this? How dare he act like this?" Everyone was shocked and uncertain. This suddenly appearing young man was too domineering.
The Golden Crow let out a long cry, piercing through the sky. Its voice traveled into the distance. It was terrified, covered by the giant hand, wanting to summon its clansmen.
"Puff"
Almost instantly, blood rained down. Ye Fan grabbed the saintly Golden Crow in his hand. With a slight squeeze, bones broke and sinews snapped, golden feathers flying everywhere. He almost crushed it to death!
The crowd gasped, all shocked. This person was too powerful. He really was grabbing it like a little chick, subduing a saint-blood ancient bird with no effort at all.
"Who is he? Never seen him before. Is he a newly descended expert? Which star domain is he from?"
This battlefield was filled with figures, many of them experts, mostly saints from beyond who had descended to the Big Dipper less than a hundred years ago and had never seen Ye Fan before.
Of course, there were also ancient clan saints present. They stared incredulously at the center, hardly believing their eyes.
"Could it be... he's... back?"
"He's actually this powerful now!"
These people broke out in cold sweat, quickly shutting their mouths, their hearts pounding as they each pondered inwardly.
"Where is the Golden Crow Clan's nest?" Ye Fan looked down at the Golden Crow in his hand and asked coldly and emotionlessly.
"Rumble"
In the distance, the roar of tearing through the sky came. A huge golden war ship appeared, banners fluttering in the wind. The ship was filled with Golden Crow Clan experts, all with fierce expressions and killing intent soaring to the heavens.
They had heard their clansman's angry roar, and the Dragon Horse and Golden-Winged Great Peng had also caused quite a stir searching for their clan, which they had learned about. So they rushed over from an adjacent battlefield.
"Who dares bully our Golden Crow lineage? Do you want to die?!" An old Golden Crow on the war ship shouted fiercely, killing intent leaking out.
The golden war chariot rumbled, crushing the sky, emitting blinding light like a golden cloud pressing down, intimidating the soul.
Clearly, this was a super expert, having become a Saint King Bird for who knows how many years, with formidable strength. The war ship was also not lacking in saints, with him as the leader, each person filled with murderous intent.
The crowd grew uneasy. The Golden Crow Clan's power was beyond doubt. But seeing so many experts appear at once was rare in recent years. Where were they heading to battle?
"You're fully armed, a whole ship of people. Were you going to hunt down Ye Tong?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
"So what if we were? Hunting down that little bastard—what business is it of yours?" the old Golden Crow said coldly.
Finally, someone on the war ship recognized Ye Fan, fear appearing on their face. They secretly transmitted to the old Golden Crow, "Something's wrong. This person looks familiar. He's... that Sacred Body from over a hundred years ago. He's... back!"
"What? It's him!" The old Golden Crow's heart sank. Not to mention the Sacred Body, anyone who returned alive from the ancient path was almost certainly not to be trifled with.
"Release our clan's expert immediately, or you'll die without a burial place!" a young Golden Crow, completely unaware, shouted arrogantly, his expression wild, his eyes icy.
"Slap"
The old Golden Crow gave the young Golden Crow a big slap, making him bleed profusely, telling him to shut up. He quickly gave the order to tear open the void and flee.
"Bullying my disciple, and now you dare roar at me," Ye Fan said calmly, with a hint of cruel smile. He slowly extended a golden giant hand and pressed forward.
The heavens and earth instantly shattered. A golden giant hand descended, covering the sky like a golden cloud pressing down, vast and unfathomable.
"Crack"
The ancient ship split into four parts, disintegrating in an instant.
At the same time, everyone on the ship screamed in terror. Even the leading old Golden Crow, who had been a Saint King for many years, felt his hair stand on end, unable to resist.
"Puff," "Puff..."
Bursts of blood splattered. One Golden Crow after another exploded, flesh and blood flying, bone fragments scattering everywhere, as if crushed by ten thousand jun of pressure.
"Ah... no!"
The entire ship's people screamed. All the Golden Crows burst apart, blood mist spreading. In almost an instant, an entire ship of Golden Crows was completely annihilated by Ye Fan's single golden giant hand.
"What kind of person is this? Too terrifying!"
There were many saints in this area. Seeing this scene, they were all shaken, their hairs standing on end, chilled from head to toe. Such combat power was astonishing and unprecedented.
"It's him... the Human Clan's Sacred Body. I saw him over a hundred years ago!" Finally, besides the ancient clans, some saints from beyond also recognized Ye Fan, unable to help crying out in shock.
"What? The Human Clan's Sacred Body has returned?!" Everyone was shocked, waves of shock rising in their hearts.
The Human Clan's Sacred Body had been gone for a hundred and forty years. No one expected him to return today, so domineering. His invincible posture stunned everyone, shaking their hearts.
After a brief silence, this place immediately erupted!
All kinds of noise arose. The Human Clan's Sacred Body's return—this news was like a thunderclap, stunning everyone. It spread rapidly through this battlefield, destined to stir up a great storm.