# Chapter 1639: Attaining the Emperor Realm Through the Physical Body
Sacred Body Ye Fan might be about to rise again!
At this moment, this was the thought in everyone's mind, all shocked and astonished. A person who had been confirmed as half-crippled, who had already dimly retreated into obscurity with no light or future ahead, was now going to defy the heavens today.
A million beams of firelight, strand after strand, gathered from all directions of heaven and earth, transforming into the most brilliant divine radiance, illuminating the clear void of space.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged there, his body transforming into a Dao furnace, accepting the baptism of the Ten Thousand Dao Source Flame, undergoing an indescribable transformation within himself.
"Kill him!"
Someone roared, launching an even more ferocious attack. Anyone could see that he was developing in a positive direction, perhaps about to emerge from his low point (digu) and once again ascend to the peak.
This was a result many did not wish to see. Especially since the Divine Court's heroes were locked in confrontation with the Heavenly Court, destined to be enemies—how could they tolerate such a thing happening?
The various commanders exerted force together, the Dao patterns of the Eight Armies surging like furious waves, wave after wave, drowning the Eight Wastelands and battering Ye Fan. He was like a duckweed, rising and falling in the vast ocean, up and down, but never sinking, persevering unyieldingly, his will never shaken.
The people of the Divine Court naturally understood that Ye Fan was using this to undergo transformation. But they had no choice—if they missed today, the opportunity would be slim. Now, destroying him with violent means was the best option.
One side desperately activated their Great Dao runes, seeking to kill him here; the other side exhausted every effort to draw upon the Ten Thousand Dao Source Flame, tempering their own body, riding the waves amidst the billows that could shatter bones and grind flesh at any moment.
"Boom!"
The Quasi-Emperor killing formation took effect. This time, a total of sixty-four enormous beams of light swept in, landing on Ye Fan's body and transforming into a Bagua symbol. Those strands of fine, dense patterns were profound and unfathomable.
But they were all utilized, absorbed into his body.
Before Ye Fan, the figures of Stone Emperor, Reincarnation Supreme, Emperor Void, and others flashed past—traces of their entanglement, like a massive heavenly net filtering these attacks.
Fierce flames burned, Dao principles blazing furiously, causing mountains and rivers to lose color, the sun and moon to grow dim.
Tens of thousands of types of Dao flames flew in, making the sun, moon, and stars tremble. In the distance, massive stars changed their trajectories, shaking amidst these vast and unfathomable fluctuations, and then some exploded with a bang, like fireworks blooming.
The crowd was horrified. Just how powerful was this force? From an immeasurable distance, the residual ripples spreading over caused such terrifying scenes—truly hair-raising.
Ye Fan transformed into a furnace, wrapped in ten thousand Dao flames. Sometimes he became a cauldron, sometimes a furnace, sometimes a bell or a pagoda. When in human form, he appeared like an emperor, solemn and dignified, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.
Within his body, lamp after lamp of divine light lit up, cutting through the darkness, causing the order divine chains sealed within his flesh and blood to rustle and shake, clattering as if about to revive.
This was a transformation that broke the shackles of the physical body and shattered the constraints of the heavens. His Dharma, his Dao, were reviving—yet it was incomparably difficult. The areas that lit up were still too few compared to his entire body, like scattered stars embedded in the night sky.
"How can this be?!"
Everyone in the Divine Court was shaken. Just how powerful a person could withstand such ferocious attacks? The Eight Divine Generals, the million-strong Divine Court army—even if not all had advanced, it was still terrifying enough. Any other Great Sage would have been instantly reduced to ashes. But Ye Fan had held firm, never being extinguished.
This result was horrifying. No one was not shocked. Was he truly too powerful, about to become a Quasi-Emperor?!
"His body has been entangled and fighting with the residual traces of the Supremes all along. No wonder it's like this. To survive like this, enduring three hundred years—it's awe-inspiring!"
This was a miracle. Anyone who understood, who knew part of the truth, changed color. This was challenging the ultimate potential of the human body at this realm—a myth.
Yu Mo's expression was bleak. He was hailed as a heaven-defying genius, and the Divine Court publicly called him the third outstanding talent in three hundred years. Yet compared to the declining, fading Sacred Body, his so-called halo meant nothing. At this moment, he understood what a true miracle was—he was like a firefly facing the bright moon.
Yu Lan's face also turned pale. He did not accept Ye Fan, believing his fame from three hundred years ago was undeserved, that he had merely stumbled into creating that myth. If he had been there, he too would have shone upon the world. But now he trembled. Facing those residual traces of the Supremes, even from such a distance, his heart raced with fear—how could he even speak of fighting within his own body, of resisting?!
There were many such people. In the past, they only knew that Ye Fan had barely survived. Now, truly understanding the hidden circumstances, each found it unbelievable—this was a myth.
To not perish amidst the entanglement of the Supremes' residual traces—how heaven-defying a feat was this?
People believed that if this were transmitted to the nine Emperor Passes on the Sole True Path, it would surely keep many awake at night, restless and uneasy.
And now, it was the people of the Divine Court who had to face it, all with pale, ugly faces.
"What are you waiting for? Everyone, give it your all and cut him down. Our Dao flames are not meant to complete him—they are to burn him to ashes, to extinguish his spirit!"
Someone roared. At the same time, a blood-red iron hammer flew out, carrying brilliant rays of light, moving like a mountain, rapidly enlarging until it transformed into a blood mountain, pressing down toward Ye Fan.
A Quasi-Emperor weapon!
The people of the Divine Court were truly desperate. There was no time to waste. Today, they absolutely could not let Ye Fan succeed—they had to kill him, or else this would become the Divine Court's nightmare, the greatest calamity.
"How dare you!" The Heavenly Court side shouted. Yan Yixi opened his mouth and spat out a divine furnace, only the size of a baby's fist, and together with Li Tian, they jointly offered it up.
Hum!
The Quasi-Emperor furnace enlarged, dazzling and brilliant, like a mountain or a sea, flying toward the center of the battlefield to block that enormous blood hammer.
You Ruo's eyes flashed with cold lightning. The blood-red iron hammer was her doing—one of the Divine Court's few divine artifacts. She wanted to destroy Ye Fan, to give him no chance. But she knew that if she clashed head-on with the Divine Maiden Furnace, the blood-red iron hammer would surely be destroyed, as one Quasi-Emperor weapon had already been ruined by this furnace during the recent attack on the Ziwei Star Domain.
Swoosh!
The blood-red iron hammer slid to the side, avoiding the Divine Maiden Furnace, not confronting it head-on, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
The Divine Maiden Furnace remained still, hanging there, silently guarding, issuing a deterrent.
At this moment, the million-strong Divine Court army was all in motion. Countless fragments of the Great Dao danced together, various weapons flashing with radiance, transforming into patches of Dao light, drowning Ye Fan at the center.
The Great Dao of the world is infinite. Some say there are three thousand Daos, some say ten thousand Daos return to the source, some say the Dao and Dharma are endless, beyond counting.
Now, various Daos danced. Though some were weak, they represented a direction, a path leading to the other shore, reaching the end of the realm of life and heaven—all manifested.
With a million-strong army like this, the Great Dao fragments of each person surged out, combined with the Dharma and Dao rules within their weapons, weaving together into an ocean of Dao.
Ye Fan remained unmoving like a pine, no longer rising or falling, steady as a rock. His body transformed into a cauldron and a furnace, shifting between the two. Occasionally, a great bell appeared at his brow, ringing softly, while an immortal pagoda shook out from within his body.
His flesh and blood glowed, like a universe unto itself. He wanted to break through this layer of heaven and earth, to revive the true Dao principles sealed within, to manifest them once more in the world.
The phantom figures of Stone Emperor, Emperor Void, Abandoned Heaven Supreme, and others stood to the side, filtering the million Dao flames. The flames blazed fiercely, roasting Ye Fan, tempering his body.
Ye Fan's entire body emitted light, a mysterious and unfathomable aura spreading. Within him, it seemed as if a dormant Great Emperor was about to awaken, becoming increasingly awe-inspiring.
Within his body, divine lamps illuminated eternity. In the blink of an eye, half of his internal region lit up, like a rainbow passing through, his entire person wreathed in five-colored radiance.
The blood of the Sacred Body revived, rumbling like thunder. An ultimate powerful aura spread, pressing down until people could hardly breathe!
"The Sacred Body is truly returning, about to rise again after three hundred years!"
The people of Divine Punishment City watched eagerly, while those of the Divine Court wore ugly expressions. They could not stop it—even bringing a Quasi-Emperor weapon was useless.
But when Ye Fan's body lit up to more than half, the divine lamps within him stopped increasing, causing many to tense up nervously.
He snorted coldly, shaking countless Dao fragments out of his body. Then his flesh and blood trembled, his bones crackling.
With a boom, he stood up tall. All the divine lamps within his body blazed instantly, exploding, making his flesh and blood seem to burn.
"Rumble"
A terrifying aura spread, a Quasi-Emperor's pressure erupting, forming a fearsome field in this place. The Dao fragments spun, circling around him.
"Attaining the Emperor Realm through the physical body—his physical body is about to become a Quasi-Emperor!" the crowd exclaimed.
In this life, Ye Fan had endured three hundred bitter years to survive. No one expected him to become a Quasi-Emperor so soon—it was shocking.
"Roar..."
Just as Ye Fan's entire body blazed, about to ignite the Quasi-Emperor flame and break through the shackles, the several figures before him—Stone Emperor, Reincarnation Lord, Abandoned Heaven Supreme—all roared.
At this moment, the star domain shook. Some meteorites exploded. The residual traces of the Supremes were like this—terrifying to the extreme!
At the same time, all the Dao fragments reversed, flying back toward the crowd. A series of muffled groans came as they entered the bodies of the million-strong Divine Court army, causing each person to shake violently, bones breaking and tendons snapping.
This was a terrifying sight. The might of a single person caused everyone to suffer injury!
"What's happening? His internal order laws haven't truly broken free yet—how does he have such power?"
"Attaining the Emperor Realm through the physical body—this is becoming a Quasi-Emperor through the flesh. A different Dao, a different path!"
Within Divine Punishment, a Great Sage exclaimed in shock, revealing the truth of the matter.
"Ah..."
The Divine Court was thrown into chaos. The endless army suffered heavy damage. This was like a myth—all caused by a single person!
The forces of the Divine Court were terrified. Who said the Sacred Body had declined? Who said the Sacred Body had met a tragic end? Who said the Sacred Body had dimmed, with no path to compete among the heroes? At this moment, he declared with facts: he had returned!
Everyone knew that Ye Fan was unwilling to remain obscure, that he would ultimately defy the heavens and fight once more on the path he had not yet completed.
And the people of the Divine Court were all filled with fear. This would be the greatest enemy of the Divine Court's master. If not killed now, he could not be killed in the future—no one could suppress his rise!
"Boom!"
Thunderbolts split the clear sky. Enormous lightning bolts streaked across, shattering the peace of the mortal world, shaking the vast universe, filling people with terror.
Was this the Quasi-Emperor tribulation? But Ye Fan's order divine chains had not yet appeared.
"It truly is attaining the Emperor Realm through the physical body—the body sublimating, his flesh becoming a Quasi-Emperor's body!" Everyone stared blankly.
Enormous lightning bolts struck down. Their terrifying radiance illuminated the faces of the Divine Court's people, all pale. You Ruo's body trembled, involuntarily stepping back, her beautiful lips quivering. Her father had an enemy!
"Rumble!"
The enormous thunderbolts were like immortal light, illuminating the dark and cold universe. The vast, boundless starry sky trembled. There, a figure like a god or demon stood tall, facing the heavens, his long black hair flying, standing erect amidst the lightning.
On New Year's Eve, Chen Dong wishes all brothers and sisters a prosperous Year of the Snake, happy hearts, and everything going smoothly. In the Year of the Snake, may everything go as you wish. For those studying, may your studies progress and your academic work (xueye) be accomplished. For those working, may you rise step by step and your career reach new heights. Most importantly, may your body be healthy—that is the greatest blessing. Chen Dong sends his blessings here! ^-^^-^