Chapter 1613: Flying Immortal Battlefield
At the end of the grayish-brown earth, there were not only many specks of light, but also some beautiful peaks nearby, with palaces and pavilions atop them, and mythical birds dancing in the air.
"Those are a few immortal sects. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to enter them; they weren't suitable for cultivation." The young boy Bai Ye said regretfully.
Ye Fan had long since seen that the old man was a cultivator, but this youth had not yet set foot on that path. His bones and tendons had merely been tempered to be exceptionally strong.
"You're not suitable?"
"Yes, my cultivation speed is too slow. I can't draw in the essence of heaven and earth into my body." The boy said quietly, somewhat dejected.
Ye Fan said nothing. The path of cultivation was arduous, naturally requiring one to be chosen from among ten thousand. Not everyone could have the talent and be suited for this road.
He had already seen that the youth's physique was very strong. Among mortals, he could become a world-shaking expert, but he found it difficult to draw in spiritual energy to undergo baptism and could not advance further on the Dao.
"In this life, don't dwell too much on many things. Keep your mind peaceful and content, always maintaining that state, and you will have no worries." Ye Fan comforted him.
The boy Bai Ye nodded, saying nothing more, but in his heart, he truly yearned to become a cultivator.
How could Ye Fan not understand his feelings? But he did not say more. He walked down the mountain. Having arrived here unexpectedly, he felt an extraordinary tranquility. He had once fought desperately against ancient supremes, should have died, yet had survived. He felt neither great sorrow nor great joy.
His head still ached severely. His primordial spirit had been torn apart, as if some nameless force was cutting into his immortal platform, sealing and imprisoning the fragments of his Dharma and Dao within his flesh and blood.
In the following days, Ye Fan was very silent. He strolled through the village and the fields, breathing the fresh air of the mountain wilderness, walking alone, often lost in thought.
But no matter how hard he tried, his condition remained unchanged. He could not cast spells. However, his physical agility and strength were recovering at an astonishing rate.
He had floated in the cold void of the cosmos for many years, barely able to move. Only in recent years had he been able to act. Now that he had fallen to the ground, he deliberately moved his limbs and performed breathing exercises, finally feeling that his body was completely his own.
In the following half month, Ye Fan would face the morning sun at dawn, swallowing the rosy clouds and expelling the turbid air, starting from the most basic foundation building, hoping to change his current state.
And every time this happened, the boy Bai Ye would run over and imitate him, because he knew that Ye Fan must be a powerful cultivator. Otherwise, how could he have fallen from the sky and smashed the Ox-Head Peak?
These days, the villagers had been gossiping, saying that a snake spirit had appeared in the rocky mountains, and that the heavens had split the peak, killing the snake spirit. Only Bai Ye and the old man knew that it had actually been smashed by a person.
Half a month passed. Ye Fan strolled through the fields in the afternoon, throwing punches, and performed breathing exercises at dawn and dusk, swallowing the rosy clouds and consuming the air, trying to recover.
This approach did yield results. His physical body was as agile as a dragon, moving as fast as lightning. He could shatter the void with his bare hands. The explosive, powerful force was astonishing.
One must know that his Dharma and Dao fragments were sealed. Now, only his physical body remained; he could not use any Dao principles or secret techniques.
The boy Bai Ye had only seen it from afar once, and he was stunned, regarding Ye Fan as a divine being. He was dumbfounded, hardly believing his eyes. He had heard Ye Fan say that he was only using the power of his body, relying solely on his flesh. Even so, it was terrifying enough to capture wild dragons and desolate beasts without any problem.
Ye Fan tempered his bones and tendons, moving as swiftly as lightning. With a single leap, he could instantly dash from the village to the mountain peak, moving like a god or demon. Even the old man's heart pounded violently.
Was he truly not using any secret techniques or Dharma? The old man felt his hair stand on end. Just how powerful was this person for his physical body to be so terrifying? It was absolutely unprecedented.
Even using only this physical body, without employing any laws, he could easily kill powerful demons. This was definitely an extraordinary person, leaving the old man in awe.
"I... I can't cultivate the Dao. Can you teach me the method for tempering the physical body?" The boy Bai Ye gathered his courage and asked Ye Fan for guidance. His eyes were filled with hope and longing, along with some trepidation, afraid of being rejected.
"You may." Ye Fan replied simply. When he stretched his own muscles and bones, he did not hide anything. These were all basic movements of the most powerful combat techniques, and he let the boy watch.
A few days later, Ye Fan stopped tempering his bones and tendons. It was meaningless to him now. His physical strength, at its current level, had reached its peak. He was only lacking the fragments of his laws.
For the rest of the time, he only walked, as if measuring this land. He would walk for most of the day in this area, and in his spare time, he would instruct Bai Ye.
Ye Fan let out a soft sigh. There was still no effect. The excruciating pain would still come. His primordial spirit power was not manifesting. He could not soar into the sky. It was still the same as before, with no improvement.
Later on, he stopped forcing himself to ponder. Sometimes he would fish by the pond, sometimes he would go into the fields to help some villagers plant seedlings, and at other times, he would bring back some game.
One day, Ye Fan decided to go to the Flying Immortal Battlefield to take a look. Bai Ye was startled and quickly tried to stop him, saying that the place was very special and that it was better not to take the risk.
But Ye Fan's mind was made up, and he could not be stopped. In the end, Bai Ye followed him, and they walked together towards the end of the grayish-brown earth.
At the horizon, the rain of light was still flying. The changes in the ancient battlefield were ongoing. The nearby beautiful peaks were now empty. The cultivators of the small immortal sects had withdrawn, afraid of being caught up in the next terrifying battle.
"Two little kids, you have quite the nerve. Why have you come here? It's very dangerous. Are you also thinking of entering the Flying Immortal Battlefield to seek treasures and find immortal fortune?" A big-bearded man shouted from ahead.
There were over a dozen cultivators there, all with considerable cultivation. At the very least, they were much stronger than the people from the immortal sects who had fled or moved away. The big-bearded man with a curly beard was their leader.
"Little one, you haven't even stepped into the cultivation world. You're too bold. Hurry home and don't come here to be mischievous." A young woman said with a light laugh. Although it sounded like she was teasing, she was actually giving a kind warning.
"We just came to take a look." Bai Ye defended himself.
"Then follow behind us. Don't run around. Just watch from the outside and broaden your horizons." The big-bearded man said very generously. He carried a large sword on his back, looking very imposing.
"Thank you, Uncle."
This group included both old and young, all of them independent cultivators. They carefully approached the outskirts of the Flying Immortal Battlefield, all wearing solemn expressions as they stared at the world inside.
Ahead, a rain of light was falling, like clusters of fireworks blooming. When large streaks of light swept by, they were like shooting stars streaking across the sky, very brilliant.
Even Ye Fan was surprised. This place was truly mysterious. This world was vast and boundless. Talismanic symbols flickered among the mountains and rivers from time to time, as if ancient immortal cave dwellings were about to open.
"Those peerless experts should be appearing soon. I really wonder what this era's battle will be like." An old woman said.
"Those people are indeed terrifying. Once they leave this battlefield and return to their original cultivation levels, they can pluck the sun and moon with a raise of their hand, shatter stars, and possess divine might that covers the world. Alas!" The big-bearded man sighed. That kind of power was astonishing and shocking. Only the most powerful few in this world could possess it.
Ye Fan noticed that they were not the only group. People were also appearing in the neighboring areas from time to time. Some came in groups, while others acted alone, all observing. Moreover, he saw some people entering, walking towards the depths of the vast battlefield.
Although it was called a battlefield, the mountains and scenery were magnificent, with ancient trees and great waterfalls. The only difference from the outside world was the flying rain of light, which transformed into talismanic symbols that appeared and disappeared.
"They are trying to find ancient treasures and encounter immortal fortune." The big-bearded man explained.
The great battle had not yet begun. Some people would enter the battlefield to observe those talismanic symbols, using them to comprehend the Dao. If they were lucky enough, they could even find divine objects among the mountains and rivers imprinted by the talismanic symbols.
This had been the case since ancient times. Every time this happened, some people would go in. Of course, they took great risks, because once inside, their cultivation would be cut down. After coming out, it would take months or even years to recover.
During this time, anything could happen. Dying inside was one thing, but after coming out, they might be intercepted and killed for their treasures. Those who had lost their cultivation naturally had no good outcome. Therefore, ordinary cultivators would never take such a risk.
As for mortals, most could not withstand the powerful field inside. Their bodies would quickly weaken and die. It was impossible for them to find divine objects and bring them out.
Especially once the great battle inside began, those peerless experts would ruthlessly kill anyone they didn't recognize. The cultivators who went in seeking opportunities would meet a tragic end. That bloody scene was like a nightmare.
"Ao roarrr..."
A dragon's roar shook heaven and earth, even scattering the rain of light in the Flying Immortal Battlefield. A huge azure dragon swooped down from the distant sky, tens of thousands of zhang long, truly astonishing.
This made even Ye Fan's expression shift. This was actually a Great Sage!
That draconic might made many cultivators tremble. Finally, it entered the Flying Immortal Battlefield. The moment it entered, its entire body glowed, and its size shrank many times.
Moreover, it could no longer fly. It could only leap and move between the various peaks. Its cultivation had been severed.
"That's... the Azure Dragon Great Venerable!"
Many people exclaimed. That azure dragon was a famous and powerful expert in this world, with a reputation spreading far and wide, ruling over a domain.
"Is it also going to seek immortal fortune?" Ye Fan asked.
"No, it's going to participate in the battle. It wants to seize immortal fortune through strength." The big-bearded man said.
Some people in this world who were strong enough would choose to enter the arena, contending with the extraterritorial experts who descended upon the Flying Immortal Battlefield, engaging in great battles to seize their magical artifacts and inheritances.
"This old dragon's physical body is invincible. With a body so massive, compared to other races, a single crushing blow can shatter mountains and crack the earth, turning bones to pulp and flesh to mush. If it goes in, it will naturally be overwhelmingly strong."
A Great Sage-level azure dragon had an innate advantage. It was fearless, which was why it dared to enter. Of course, it wasn't trying to sweep through everything. Once it obtained what it needed, it would immediately withdraw, and there would certainly be people outside to receive it.
"Dang..."
Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out, shaking the vast human dwelling places. In this area bordering the Flying Immortal Battlefield, it was naturally clearly audible. Everyone's expression changed.
"This place has truly become the most terrifying battlefield. The divine bell has already sounded, indicating that some people from the outside world have already descended. The bell's sound is warning people that the mysterious duels, hunts, and sieges have begun."
Ye Fan's expression froze, and then two beams of light shot from his eyes, because he saw dozens of enormous pillars of light descending from the sky, connecting heaven and earth, like gods.
They were pillars of gold supporting the heavens, each one thick and majestic, propping up the nine layers of the sky. They were powerful experts descending.
Ye Fan's gaze shifted. He sensed some familiar auras within them. The astonishing fluctuations spread out. These people's cultivation had not yet been severed!