# Chapter 1616: Shaking the World
"You... you really are Ye Fan?" This powerful expert fell in a pool of blood, his body almost completely ruined. He struggled several times to get up but failed, his face filled with shock and terror.
This was a person who shouldn't exist. How could he have come back to this world? If word spread, it would shake the heavens and make the entire starry sky tremble three times over!
In the past, the Human Clan's Sacred Body had fought against a Supreme Being, a battle known to all. In the end, he bled in the outer realms and never returned. No one believed he could still be alive. Everyone agreed that he had died in battle.
"What's there to impersonate about a name?" Ye Fan's face was indifferent. Though his eyes were dim, they held a resolute determination that made others feel as if facing a vast ocean.
The young expert of the Yaoguang lineage shuddered, feeling his very soul tremble. He had never faced Ye Fan back then, but he had seen his stone statue. The divine charm had been preserved. Now, confirming it, he was certain the man before him wasn't lying—it was the same person.
The ground trembled as the scent of soil mixed with grass entered his nostrils. He watched Ye Fan approach step by step. His sturdy, slender body felt as heavy as a mountain. Drawing near like this made him feel suffocated, unable to breathe.
"Ye... Senior." The young man changed his address the moment he spoke. The fear in his eyes flickered and vanished. "I never expected you were still alive in this world. I think many people would want to hear this news."
"Perhaps," Ye Fan said indifferently, without joy or sorrow. "And some wouldn't want to hear it."
"How could that be? Senior, you fought a Supreme Being in the starry sky. You should be respected by the world. If you appear, it will surely cause a huge sensation. Countless people will come to pay homage," the young expert of the Yaoguang lineage said.
Ye Fan didn't confirm or deny. "How did the Dark Calamity end?"
He began asking about past events—these were what concerned him.
"Suppressed by a Female Emperor..." Suddenly, as the young expert spoke, his body began to glow and rapidly fade. It was a powerful wave of magical energy. He carried a secret artifact on him that preserved part of his cultivation.
His body erupted with astonishing divine power. After all, he was a Great Saint-level expert, naturally capable of tearing the sky apart. But he wasn't attacking Ye Fan, because he had already experienced Ye Fan's Heavenly Emperor Fist—the supreme combat technique that had once suppressed an entire generation of outstanding talents. Now he had personally experienced it. He was certain Ye Fan was invincible! At this moment, he wanted to escape, to send back the terrifying news that the Human Clan's Sacred Body was still alive, letting his sect make decisions and launch a major operation.
However, even with his temporarily restored magical power and aura soaring to the heavens, he couldn't change anything. Ye Fan stepped forward in one stride. His body had no light, no energy ripples. He simply brought his foot down, shattering the young man's protective halo and causing a massive explosion.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's single step directly shattered the void, shaking the young man out and preventing his escape. When he attacked forward with his strongest artifact, intending to fight to the death, blood splattered everywhere. He felt darkness before his eyes, then lost consciousness forever—because a foot had crushed him into meat paste, ending his life permanently.
It was that simple. From start to finish, Ye Fan showed no expression. He didn't even glance down. He strode toward the depths of the battlefield, leaving behind only a steady, resolute silhouette.
Within the Soaring Immortal battlefield, light rain scattered like crystalline flower petals falling one by one, or like someone ascending to immortality—radiant and beautiful.
Ye Fan walked silently like a lone wolf. Having once fought an ancient Supreme Being to the death, he naturally carried a terrifying aura.
When he was alone and calm, it radiated outward. Though there was no divine power fluctuation, it still made people's hearts palpitate, like wild beasts facing the king of the wilderness, instinctively wanting to detour and avoid him.
Even though Ye Fan had lost his Dharma and Dao fragments, he remained fearless. He walked forward coldly and alone, unafraid of anyone seeking trouble with him.
Many years had passed. He hoped to see old friends here, longed to reunite with them. But this region was too vast—more expansive than the Eastern Wasteland of old. Unable to traverse the void now, he could only search slowly.
A blood crow dove down from the high sky, silent and soundless. Only when it got close did it reveal its ferocious claws, aiming for Ye Fan's head. Its massive bird body was dozens of zhang long, its blood energy surging, instantly pressing down like clouds.
The blood crow was furious—it was being treated as a mount. And that tone was so calm, without any ripple, making it even more enraged.
It shot straight into the sky, all its feathers bristling as if about to ignite. Its body surface pulsed with terrifying power, its bones and tendons vibrating. It could definitely destroy a Great Saint artifact.
But this person was too strong, impossible to shake. No matter how violently it struggled, the other party simply slapped down with a palm, shaking its body until it cracked and coughed up blood.
Moreover, this person was incredibly cold, as if doing something very ordinary. From start to finish, he didn't even furrow his brow. This feeling was terrible—it made the blood crow feel like it was facing an ancient Supreme Being, not an equal opponent. And the other party's aura was exactly like that.
The other party showed no ripple at all. He simply slapped down again, nearly shattering the blood crow in the sky. Then he still only uttered four words: "Northwest direction."
Fear filled the blood crow's heart. It trembled involuntarily, knowing that if it showed any hostility or tried to kill this person, it would be coldly crushed into a mist of blood.
It didn't know why, but it felt like it was facing a supreme demon lord. Its body betrayed its heart, beginning to spasm uncontrollably, terrified.
"You... who exactly are you?!" It desperately wanted to know this person's identity. It had heard of almost everyone who had reached the First Emperor Pass, but it didn't know there was such a terrifying person.
"Ye Fan." The young man on its back replied calmly, sitting on it like an unshakable boulder.
The blood crow's body trembled, all its feathers standing on end. Its voice shook as it spoke: "Which... Ye Fan?!"
"The one you're thinking of," the young man on its back said very calmly.
"What?! You are... the Human Clan's Sacred Body, still alive?!" At this moment, the blood crow's entire body shook. Even its bones felt like they were falling apart, creaking and cracking. It couldn't believe this, its heart filled with shock.
It finally understood why this person was so calm and composed, treating even a Great Saint-level divine bird like it as ordinary. It was this person—the one who had fought ancient Supreme Beings. Naturally, he would be like this.
That was the aura he had gained from fighting a Supreme Being to the death. Like the king of beasts in the forest, appearing on this battlefield, even if his strength wasn't the greatest, that experience and courage were unmatched by anyone.
Since it was this person, no other reason was needed. Everything was sufficient. He indeed had that kind of aura to look down on all heroes—simply because he was Ye Fan.
"You... survived, still in this world." The blood crow couldn't continue. This news was too shocking, utterly subversive. If it spread, it could shake the entire battlefield.
"Northwest direction," Ye Fan repeated.
"Fine!" The next moment, the blood crow spread its wings, flying like a blood-red lightning bolt across the sky, overlooking mountains and rivers, taking everything in.
It knew Ye Fan was looking for old friends, so it headed toward regions where light pillars had once appeared, breaking the silence of one area after another.
On the vast earth, atop various mountains, stood one terrifying figure after another. Their gazes turned into beams of light, piercing through the clouds, staring at the blood crow flying across the sky.
"Who is that person, sitting atop a Great Saint-level ferocious bird? Why does his silhouette look... somewhat familiar?"
"Why do I feel a shiver? Separated by ten thousand li in the sky, yet like this... that person... makes me feel like I've seen him before!"
"Is it him? How is that possible? He fought an ancient Supreme Being and was buried in that most terrifying Dark Calamity. He shouldn't appear in this world anymore."
"Unbelievable. In a daze, I see the most terrifying enemy returning. Is it really him? Coming back to this world."
"Is it the one who once defeated all opponents of his generation? This isn't real. He was buried together with the ancient Supreme Being in the universe, his blood staining the starry sky. How can he still appear?!"
At this moment, the Soaring Immortal battlefield shook, like a hurricane sweeping the land, shaking mountains and rivers. Others didn't notice, but the most powerful group from past years all felt a terrifying alert, simultaneously looking up at the sky!