# Chapter 1715: Slaying Yama on the Imperial Path
Those were fragments of time, scattering to all corners of the universe. No real scenes could be seen, only partial broken images.
Clearly, that region of the universe had been shattered into pieces!
The youth's eyes were so clear and spirited. He was utterly focused as he drew back his pitch-black hard bow. There were no arrows—he summoned a heavenly river, condensing it into a cosmic divine arrow that contained his heaven-splitting, earth-rending essence, energy, and spirit!
In the distance, an ancient figure emerged from the shattered Netherworld. He wore black armor, pitch-black all over, the armor covering even his face and eyes.
Only dark light flowed. The aura of death, even separated by who knew how many star systems, still made people tremble, as if facing a deceased immortal.
This was a terrifying supreme being. Before becoming the Nether Emperor, the previous life of his corpse was already an emperor-level figure, with profound cultivation and unparalleled skill.
At this moment, he stepped out from the Netherworld, like a world-destroying immortal demon!
The youth was fearless, his face even more radiant as he stood beneath the stars, black hair flying, dominating all!
Unfortunately, people could only see this scene. Other images turned back into fragments of time, flying to the eight wastelands, never to be seen again.
People knew—the youth had made his move against the Nether Emperor!
The Heaven-Reaching War General of the Ancient Heavenly Court, an existence that defied heaven, was not just talk. He truly charged into the Forbidden Zone of Life from the Mythical Era, wanting to slay an emperor, to fight a battle to the death.
Dong!
From the deepest part of the universe came the sound of worlds shattering. Terrifying laws spread everywhere, making everyone tremble, but in the end, they could not go to watch the battle.
"Kill!"
After a brief moment of distraction, people returned to reality and launched the final battle. This was a blood-drenched scroll painting—the great war continued.
Ye Fan had slain the Third Divine General. No one else remained by his side. Not a single strong person dared to approach. This was the invincible aura he had killed his way into—wherever he passed, everyone retreated.
On the battlefield, Ye Tong, Little Pine, Yang Xi, Mountain Phoenix, Big Beard, and the others could almost stabilize the battle situation. Now only the battle at the Phoenix Nest remained, along with the great battle between the Firewood-Cutting Old Man and the Yama Lord.
Hong!
Ye Fan no longer held back. At this point, he had no more reservations. Above his head, the Great Dao Vase rose and fell, and the Devouring Demon Jar appeared, radiating immortal brilliance.
"What—an Imperial Artifact!"
On this battlefield, all the heroes trembled. Another Imperial Artifact had appeared, and it was the most famous one, the Devouring Demon Jar that had shaken the ages. How could this not terrify people?
There were too many legends about this supreme artifact.
It was said that as long as one had enough divine power, and urged and refined it to a certain degree, the Ruthless Great Emperor would reappear, descending upon this world to dominate the cycle of life and death, invincible.
Because this was her body refined into an artifact, burying her first life, also containing the laws of her primordial spirit and soul left behind from her transformation.
In this world, no Great Emperor was more mysterious than her. Even her life or death was unknown to this day, because there had always been legends about her immortality (buxiu), no one knowing how many lives she had lived.
And this Demon Jar, during the Dark Calamity over three hundred years ago, had not been shattered. It had fought against supreme beings and remained indestructible (buxiu), showing how terrifying its demonic power was.
As a Sacred Body, Ye Fan's strongest aspect was his blood energy. His essence, energy, and spirit surged like an ocean, shaking the ancient stars, as if the Emperor Venerable had been reborn.
His entire body glowed as he fully urged the Devouring Demon Jar, killing in all directions, unstoppable. The armies of ghost soldiers and Phoenix Nest forces emptied in large swaths wherever he passed. Every road he walked was paved with bones and blood, with no one left.
This was the path of a Great Emperor, the way of invincibility. No more opponents could be found.
Then, he struck at the Phoenix Nest. Surging blood energy wrapped around the Devouring Demon Jar as it crashed toward the enormous ancient nest, using all his strength.
Ye Fan was already at the sixth heaven of the Quasi-Emperor realm. His blood surged as he used his sea-like essence to refine the Imperial Artifact, reviving the Devouring Demon Jar—naturally, this was no problem.
Hong long long!
The heavens trembled, the stars shook, the entire world was collapsing. Extreme Dao divine might bloomed, endless auspicious radiance burst forth.
Everyone retreated. Anyone blocking the path could only die. Under the pressure of the Extreme Dao, even Great Sages could only explode, turning into bloody mud, unable to withstand a single blow.
Wherever the Devouring Demon Jar pointed, there was no enemy who could last a single exchange.
Weng!
The Phoenix Nest disintegrated. The Undying Heavenly Empress standing atop it had a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her icy gaze shot over, but she could not stop anything. Her great battle with the Old God had reached a fever pitch.
Ye Fan used the Devouring Demon Jar to smash open this immortal nest built from Phoenix Wood. It was itself a magical artifact, engraved with countless dense runes, but now it could not withstand the force.
Within were even imperial talismans left by the Immortal Emperor, but the Devouring Demon Jar possessed a terrifying devouring power that directly swallowed the power of those runes.
The trapped White-Haired Sword God rushed out, and the Yellow-Toothed Old Man turned into a beam of light, moving through the shattered Phoenix Nest, plundering wildly.
"You're forcing me!" the Undying Heavenly Empress shrieked, her beautiful face twisted with rage.
"I'm not forcing you—I'm going to kill you!" Ye Fan said coldly.
These days, whenever he closed his eyes, he felt restless. Scenes of the future always appeared—the desolate ten thousand years, the cold ten thousand years, the bleak ten thousand years—making him wish he were dead.
That glimpse of the future would not let him be at peace, would not let him close his eyes. Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and the others had all died in battle. Ye Tong and Little Pine had been smashed to pieces by the Undying Heavenly Empress and the Underworld titans (jùtóu), their blood splattering across the star river, a tragic sight.
Ji Ziyue had turned into blood, buried in the ruins. Little Zi was so young and tender, yet could not escape disaster. What he saw was blood. When he closed his eyes, these images appeared. He could not sleep at night, spending every moment in anxiety.
This was why Ye Fan had launched this battle without counting the cost, going all out. Passively waiting for disaster to strike was not his choice. He wanted to change everything—to first kill the Undying Heavenly Empress!
"Hong!"
Ye Fan urged the Devouring Demon Jar, striking heavy blows at the Undying Heavenly Empress, even his primordial spirit nearly catching fire.
The Undying Heavenly Empress was locked in battle with the Old God. Both wielded terrifying magical artifacts left by ancient emperors. Originally evenly matched, the balance was now broken. She was severely wounded on the spot, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.
Ye Fan's heart trembled. He withdrew at the right moment, sensing something wrong on another battlefield. The Firewood-Cutting Old Man and the Yama Hall Lord were both burning their divine blood, about to risk everything.
Clearly, the Yama Lord sensed trouble. He knew the general trend (dàshì) had passed and wanted to break through and escape. The Firewood-Cutting Old Man was doing his utmost to block him.
"Kill!"
Ye Fan took a step forward. The Stride Art was miraculous. His understanding of this profound meaning had long reached the peak. Time and space froze as he arrived nearby, urging the Demon Jar to smash down.
Hong long!
This was a great decisive battle. The black war spear in the Yama Hall Lord's hand surged with death energy like an ocean, meeting the Devouring Demon Jar. Dang! Sparks flew everywhere, brilliant as a heavenly river pouring down.
"Youngster, cultivating for a few hundred years, and you dare to bully me?!" The Yama Hall Lord's expression was ferocious. The huge horns on his head flowed with demonic light, his cyan claws terrifying. He stood with his spear, imposing without anger.
"This is no longer your era. The curtain should fall. Everything belongs to our generation!" Ye Fan said mercilessly, striking again.
Hong long—the Divine Seal was triggered, his combat power skyrocketing. The Demon Jar above his head opened, spewing endless immortal light, bombarding the Yama Hall Lord.
Standing at the sixth heaven of the Quasi-Emperor realm, wanting to fight an equal who also wielded an Imperial Artifact and was about to attain the Dao—he was naturally at an absolute disadvantage. But triggering the Divine Seal instantly closed the distance, allowing him to fight!
The Yama Hall Lord's eyes shot out two beams of cyan light. Being able to cultivate to this level, he was naturally the most terrifying kind of person. He too could trigger the Divine Seal, but not at will. This immediately made him feel great concern—Ye Fan had to be eliminated, or he would surely become the Underworld's most terrifying enemy.
Vaguely, the Yama Hall Lord seemed to already see the rise of a Great Emperor. He had to block this change, to cut off Ye Fan's path forward.
"Hong!"
Imperial Artifacts clashed. The Firewood-Cutting Old Man also struck!
"I'll immobilize that Death Spear. You go and keep him here!" the Firewood-Cutting Old Man said.
Ye Fan nodded. The two acted separately.
"Ah..."
The Yama Hall Lord roared, shattering the void, but was smashed back by the Green Emperor Lotus and the Devouring Demon Jar, unable to escape.
The Firewood-Cutting Old Man exhausted all his techniques, using the Azure Lotus to hook onto the Death Nether Spear, immobilizing it so it could not break free.
The Yama Hall Lord was terrified. The Firewood-Cutting Old Man was not attacking him, only focusing on sealing his weapon, while Ye Fan, wielding the Devouring Demon Jar, erupted with supreme Extreme Dao imperial might, crushing forward.
"I'll make you understand—the gap cannot be bridged! The Divine Seal is useless! I am about to attain the Dao. My cultivation and understanding of the emperor realm cannot be touched by the Divine Seal!"
The Yama Lord roared, not letting go of the Nether Spear. While confronting the Firewood-Cutting Old Man, he also attacked Ye Fan. The black long spear emitted strands of light, shooting forward.
"Words are useless! Your era is over. We will rise in this generation, vowing to level the Underworld!" Ye Fan roared.
The Demon Jar lid flew up. The jar's mouth faced forward, aimed at the Yama Hall Lord, fiercely bombarding him. Tens of thousands of beams of light flooded that place.
Clang!
The Death Nether Spear and the Green Emperor Lotus both trembled, resisting the divine might. This place was in chaos.
"Not enough!" the Yama Hall Lord counterattacked.
Though he could not pull back the Nether Spear, he could use his laws to vibrate through the spear, using this to fight both opponents. Desperately, he erupted with combat power beyond normal.
"Not enough? Then let's fight again!" Ye Fan roared.
He stood in the Divine Seal domain, connecting heaven and earth, his combat power endless. The pressure caused the surrounding star regions to collapse. All the heroes were terrified, fleeing completely. This battlefield was cleared.
Ye Fan activated the All Secret. His entire being boiled with battle energy, his combat power soaring to the peak of his life—never before reached!
At this point, the All Secret could only be used within the Divine Seal domain, comprehensively enhancing (quánmiàn tíshēng) all physical qualities. Whether combat power, speed, or primordial spirit, all directly sublimated, up to ten times!
This was a heaven-defying secret technique. Though difficult to use, with too many restrictions, once one reached this realm and activated it, the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers would lose their luster, and heaven and earth would split open!
"A Great Emperor?" Everyone was shaken, sensing strands of imperial aura.
The Great Emperor domain had barriers, blocking all lower-level assaults (chōngjī), restricting various methods of breaking in. But now, people seemed to sense a certain aura.
The Devouring Demon Jar flew up, crashing down, directly forcing the Yama Hall Lord to let go, dropping the Nether Spear. Three Imperial Artifacts flew out simultaneously.
Ye Fan dominated the realm, his thick black hair flying. At this moment, everyone could not help but want to kneel. Faintly, there was a trace of imperial might.
Perhaps he was not much weaker than the First Divine General of the Ancient Heavenly Court?
Ye Fan struck, fighting at close quarters, battling the Yama Hall Lord. This was a great duel without weapons.
"Kill!"
"Hong!"
Fist against fist drew blood. Fist against fist sank into flesh!
This was a great battle beyond ordinary imagination. Ye Fan fought against the Yama Hall Lord. He was at the highest peak of his life, standing at the pinnacle of existence, unleashing power unmatched in the world.
"Ah..."
The Yama Hall Lord roared, covered in blood. Though he resisted, though he was domineering, though his combat power was heaven-defying, he was still shattered by Ye Fan's Heavenly Emperor Fist. Only his primordial spirit escaped, turning into a beam of cyan light, about to tear through time and space and flee.
The Devouring Jar flew up. Strands of immortal light emerged from the jar's mouth, directly sucking him in. The Demon Jar lid closed. Clang! Everything returned to silence.
The Yama Hall Lord fell. His enormous body shattered, exploding in the starry sky, paving a road built from blood and bones, extending to Ye Fan's feet.
Everyone knew—in this life, in this era, no one could stop Ye Fan's imperial path any longer. A Great Emperor was about to rise in this generation!
A roar—begging for monthly tickets. A call at the end of the month. All Great Emperors, rise up! (To be continued)