# Chapter 145: The First Collision Between the Sacred Body and the Divine Body
Great figures from the Ji Family and Yaoguang Holy Land had arrived, and the Grand Master of Tai Xuan along with many eminent elders personally welcomed them.
On Clumsy Peak, wild grass grew thick, withered vines covered everything, and the temple halls were dilapidated, yet today it drew attention from all directions.
Nine azure flood dragons spanned the sky, as if cast from molten bronze, their azure scales flashing with a shocking sense of power, pulling an ancient golden war chariot that rumbled as it rolled forward—solemn and majestic, as if charging out from a historical scroll. The great figures of Yaoguang Holy Land and the Ji Family arrived together, sharing the same chariot, appearing on Clumsy Peak. Among Tai Xuan's one hundred and eight main peaks, many powerful figures were stirred, and quite a few elders gazed in this direction.
Inside the ruined temple, the Old Madman remained motionless, covered by a silvery-white cocoon, vibrating with a mysterious force that caused the entire mountaintop to pulse in sync with him—like a demonic fetus, or perhaps an immortal seed, sending chills through the heart.
It was an indescribable feeling. The moment the great figures from Yaoguang Holy Land and the Ji Family entered this temple, their expressions changed. Without speaking, they sat directly on the ground, closed their eyes in contemplation, and focused their minds to sense it.
A peerless figure from six thousand years ago, now seemingly undergoing nirvana—for them, this was an immense opportunity. If they could comprehend the supreme mysteries within this pulsing rhythm, they would benefit for life, perhaps even finding a chance at immortality.
"Hey hey hey, why are you leaving? It's rare for such important figures to appear—this is a perfect chance to see their true faces." Ji Ziyue stood gracefully, her skin like congealed fat, her teeth like sparkling crystals, her eyes full of spiritual energy. She grabbed Ye Fan's arm, somewhat suspicious, and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find a quiet place to cultivate. Rather than envying the prestige of great figures, it's better to become great myself." Ye Fan walked down Clumsy Peak.
"You're lying. I feel like you're guilty, as if you're deliberately avoiding these important figures." Ji Ziyue's spiritual perception was very sharp.
Ye Fan was indeed deliberately avoiding them. Having too many secrets was not a good thing. Facing a great power passed down from the Primordial Era, he had to be cautious.
"Let's go to the Star Peak gathering. If we don't go, they'll really think we're afraid," Ji Ziyue said.
"Forget it. You go by yourself. I need to cultivate." Ye Fan didn't want to go to Star Peak, lest he cause more trouble.
In the end, Ye Fan found a quiet, uninhabited mountain range and began to cultivate in stillness, while also considering his next move. He decided to wait until the Old Madman's situation became clear before leaving.
In the following days, important figures frequently visited Tai Xuan Gate, all coming for the Old Madman. The ancient temple on Clumsy Peak had nearly become a sacred land.
Ordinary people couldn't even approach it. Those who could sit inside were all renowned figures, each capable of shaking an entire region.
One day, Star Peak sent someone again to invite Ye Fan and Ji Ziyue. The messenger stated clearly that there was no ill intent—only a desire to ease relations between the two peaks.
"Since there's nothing else to do, let's go take a look," Ji Ziyue agreed, dragging Ye Fan along into Star Peak's territory.
The guide did not lead them to Star Peak's main summit but instead brought them to a cluster of subsidiary peaks.
Here, the mountains were beautiful, the scenery exquisite, with thin mist like smoke swirling around. When they arrived, he raised his wine cup and said, "May Star Peak and Clumsy Peak coexist in harmony." Everyone raised their cups and drank together, presenting a scene of harmony.
"I heard from Junior Sister Li Xiaoman that Brother Ye comes from a very distant place, where civilization is brilliant and vastly different from the Eastern Wasteland. It makes me yearn to know more."
Ye Fan's heart trembled. Had Li Xiaoman told the truth? If so, it would likely cause great trouble. He couldn't help but stare at Li Xiaoman.
At this moment, Li Xiaoman wore a white robe, her features pure and beautiful, her expression calm like a white lotus—revealing nothing.
"It cannot compare to the Eastern Wasteland," Ye Fan said lightly, sipping his fruit wine and setting down his cup, his expression composed. "In our homeland, no one can cultivate. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the most common things. Living to a hundred years is already considered longevity."
"Brother Ye is too modest. I sincerely wish to learn from you, and I hope you will not hesitate to teach me," Hua Yunfei said with great sincerity, toasting Ye Fan with a cup of fruit wine. "I feel that your homeland and this place have some inevitable connection."
Ye Fan's heart shook. He had a feeling that the other party knew a great deal. Had Li Xiaoman truly explained everything to him?
Ji Ziyue's big eyes kept darting around beside him. She felt that Ye Fan had too many secrets and secretly decided to uncover them as soon as possible.
"The Ji Family, passed down from the Primordial Era, is famous throughout the Eastern Wasteland. Having the Ji Family's young lady as a guest at Tai Xuan—we have been somewhat remiss in our hospitality," Hua Yunfei said, raising his cup to Ji Ziyue with a slight smile.
The identity of a young lady from a Primordial Aristocratic Clan immediately startled the others. Li Xiaoman was surprised, a strange expression flickering across her face.
Ji Ziyue was not surprised. In fact, many disciples on Clumsy Peak already knew her identity, let alone the youngest grandson of Star Peak's master.
She smiled radiantly, a small dimple appearing on her left cheek, and said, "My name is Ji Ziyue. Ji from the Ji River, Zi from Purple Qi from the East, Yue from the moon."
"Ji River?!" Ye Fan's heart stirred. He had never asked Ji Ziyue about her family matters, and now many questions arose. Did the people of this world also know about the Ji River?
"Don't you know? In the ancient East, there is a river called the Ji River. It's very famous in the Eastern Wasteland, flowing past my family's doorstep. If you calculate the time, it has been flowing for at least fifty thousand years," Ji Ziyue said, her big eyes sparkling with strange light.
Ye Fan was astonished. This time span was far too long, definitely exceeding the ancient Ji River on Earth.
"I should have visited Miss Ziyue earlier, but I had just emerged from seclusion. Your brother and I became friends through battle—you could say we're not outsiders," Hua Yunfei said with a smile. Then he stood up and said, "I'll go welcome a few distinguished guests. Please stay and sit for a while."
"No need for Brother Hua to go far to welcome us—we have already arrived."
This place had beautiful scenery, fresh flowers and trees, strange rocks arranged in rows, and pavilions dotting the landscape.
Not far away, a dozen or so people drifted over gracefully, both male and female, all with extraordinary bearing—the men handsome, the women stunningly beautiful, like immortals descending to the mortal world.
"Why has Brother Haoyue come…" Ji Ziyue muttered softly, hiding behind Ye Fan.
On Clumsy Peak, a peerless figure from six thousand years ago was sleeping, drawing great figures from Yaoguang, the Ji Family, and other major powers to gather there.
At the same time, outstanding disciples from these major powers had also come to Tai Xuan, including the Eastern Wasteland's Divine Body Ji Haoyue, the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang Holy Land, and young talents from other sects.
Hua Yunfei smiled as he went to welcome them, leading the dozen or so people to this place.
"Ziyue…" Ji Haoyue, dressed in purple robes that fluttered in the wind, stood as still as the bright moon, his temperament transcendent and otherworldly, like a deity, as if countless halos surrounded him. He gazed at Ji Ziyue.
"Brother Haoyue…" Ji Ziyue smiled sweetly, stepping out from behind Ye Fan and skipping over to hug Ji Haoyue's arm.
"Why are you with him?" Ji Haoyue's face was calm, but his eyes were somewhat piercing as he looked at Ye Fan. He clearly remembered that this person had been together with many great demons.
"Why can't I be with him?" Ji Ziyue wrinkled her nose, dissatisfied, and shook Ji Haoyue's arm.
The dozen or so people who had arrived could all be called outstanding talents. Everyone looked at Ji Haoyue and Ye Fan. Among them was the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang Holy Land, whose beauty could make fish sink and geese fall, the moon hide and flowers blush—like a banished immortal descending to the mortal world, radiant and ethereal.
Ji Haoyue said nothing, taking several large steps forward to confront Ye Fan, and asked, "Has my sister been with you all these past few months?"
Ye Fan sat there without rising and said something that would outrage gods and men alike: "That's right. We've been eating and sleeping together."
"What did you say?!" Ji Haoyue's face remained calm, like a bright moon hanging in this place, but his eyes flashed with brilliant light, very intimidating.
"Sorry, I misspoke. What I meant was, we've been traveling together, almost never separated."
"You bastard, don't talk nonsense," Ji Ziyue punched him.
Ji Haoyue's eyes shone with divine light, his purple robes fluttering as he stood there, staring at Ye Fan, his thoughts unknown.
Suddenly, a vast sea appeared, waves glistening, and a bright moon slowly rose. The phenomenon of the Moon Rising Over the Sea emerged behind Ji Haoyue, and watery moonlight flowed toward Ye Fan.
"Brother Haoyue, what are you doing?" Ji Ziyue was shocked and hurriedly tried to stop him, but a wave of light from the sea behind Ji Haoyue fixed her in place.
Behind them, everyone was surprised. No one had expected Ji Haoyue to use his divine phenomenon against this unknown youth. The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang opened her beautiful eyes wide, staring unblinkingly at the Moon Rising Over the Sea phenomenon. Li Xiaoman stood up, looking ahead.
Hua Yunfei seemed thoughtful, wanting to stop it, but in the end, he did not act.