# Chapter 1730: Fifty Years
The Heavenly Court had disbanded. The soldiers had taken off their armor and returned to their fields, their warhorses set loose on the southern mountains. Such a vast inheritance had become a thing of the past. When the news broke, no one believed it—it felt too false.
But nothing in this world was impossible. Time bore witness to all things, and the truth could not be concealed. The Heavenly Court had truly collapsed, scattering in a single morning.
Those powerful experts, those Heavenly Generals, one by one rode across the starry sky and departed, rushing in all directions. Some vanished into the mountains and forests, some headed for the cosmic border wastelands, and some entered ancient battlefields.
Such a massive Heavenly Court had crumbled like this—it was hard to believe. Everyone found it inconceivable. Why? What kind of upheaval had occurred?
Ye Fan's power was known throughout the world. He was hailed as a peerless expert, his divine consciousness roaming the void, capable of killing sect patriarchs with a single thought. Yet he had made such a decision—it was too absurd.
"Has he gone mad? Dissolving the Heavenly Court? Has his cultivation gone awry, his mind damaged?"
The entire universe was buzzing with discussion. This was a massive storm with enormous repercussions. The Heavenly Court had abolished its own martial strength—no major power had ever done such a thing.
There were no walls that wind couldn't penetrate. When the truth came out, some rejoiced while others worried, each reacting differently. Without a doubt, the Heavenly Court had become the biggest topic in the universe.
And some major powers quickly took action, recruiting the Heavenly Court's personnel. Everyone knew these troops were the strongest elites, invincible in battle, having never been defeated over the years.
The myriad domains of heaven and earth were in chaos, noise echoing everywhere.
"Take care of yourself!" Ji Ziyue came to see him off, tears in her eyes. She knew that this journey for Ye Fan would be a desperate struggle—even saying nine deaths and one life was wrong; it looked like certain death.
"I won't die." Ye Fan gently wiped away her tears, a sight that tugged at the heartstrings. People knew he was staking his life on this bloody battle. The road ahead was dark, with little hope in sight.
Not far away, others had come to see him off.
"Little Leaf, take care. Don't push yourself!" Pang Bo and the others had tears in their tiger-like eyes, afraid they might lose a good brother. Perhaps this was their last meeting.
"The banner of the Heavenly Court will be raised again. I will see you on that day. Sooner or later, we will enter the Immortal Domain together!" Ye Fan clenched his fist and waved it forcefully, his words ringing with determination.
"Actually, we just hope you survive." Li Heishui's eyes were red, his voice low. The others felt the same, deeply dejected.
"Master!" Ye Tong, Little Pine, Huahua, Yang Xi, and all the others stepped forward, reluctant to part. Life and death separation brought inexplicable heartache.
"You must also take care. Once I undergo my tribulation, you will be in danger. Protect yourselves!" Ye Fan instructed.
Black Emperor stepped forward, somewhat heavy-hearted, and said, "Don't worry. With this Emperor here, none of them will have problems. The Heaven-Deceiving Array is perfected now. After so many years of searching, we've gathered the true divine materials. We'll avoid the calamity of the Supremes!"
Ye Fan resolutely turned around and set out on his own path.
"Ye Fan, you must come back!" Ji Ziyue called out.
"I will. That's a promise. I'll come back alive to see you!"
Ye Fan still had some things to do. That group of children had to be sent away. They were the hope of the Heavenly Court, representing the future. He didn't want to entrust everything to Black Emperor's arrays.
Even if something unexpected happened, he wanted these children to survive.
The stars twinkled, beautiful and brilliant. Ye Fan walked through the heavens, shuttling through endless ancient domains. No one knew his path—these things could not be leaked.
"Father, Little Zi misses you, and Mother too." These were her last words before she fell into slumber. Tears stained her little face, looking pitiful as she curled up in Ye Fan's arms.
This scene made Ye Fan's heart ache. Tears almost fell. He sent Little Zi into the interior of a lifeless star. It was a vast source vein that had seized the creation of heaven and earth, capable of protecting her for a hundred years without harm.
Source patterns crisscrossed, sealing this place.
"Child, don't blame your father. If I die in a hundred years, the arrays will collapse. They will find you and bring you home!" Ye Fan turned and left.
He rushed to the next location, using his source art that seized the creation of heaven and earth to find those heaven-defying places to seal the Heavenly Court's children.
By now, his source art was unprecedented, unmatched by anyone, surpassing all previous Origin Heavenly Masters. He had reached the pinnacle and further developed the techniques of this field.
Now, the Heavenly Court had a Source Heaven Scripture, written by him, left for future generations to study and cultivate.
Ye Fan continued on his journey. The children in the cauldron grew fewer and fewer, all sealed by him. The places he found were all heaven-defying, and he even found half a Creation Source Eye.
Back then, the Immortal Emperor had left a Creation Source Eye for the Celestial Prince, shocking the world.
After so many years, Ye Fan had only found this half. Calling it half was because it wasn't a true Creation Source Eye—it only had some of its characteristics.
"Uncle, when will you come to get us?"
"Wuwu... I miss my mother."
"Uncle, I don't want to sleep. I want to go home."
The older children were strong, but the little girls a few years old all cried, making Ye Fan fall silent as well, reluctant and bitter. But he could only harden his heart and seal them.
These heaven-defying places were immensely beneficial to these children, worth doing even without considering safety.
"After so many years of accumulation, the Heavenly Court's divine source liquid is running low." Ye Fan murmured.
Even with his heaven-reaching source art, searching everywhere, he couldn't obtain much divine source liquid in this era—only a little, barely enough. All of it had been found in small worlds or sealed ancient caves.
Finally, it had come to this. Ye Fan had set out on a lonely road.
From that day on, many important figures of the Heavenly Court disappeared one after another, vanishing into the vast universe. Of course, there were still active figures continuing to contend.
"Who would have thought the Sacred Body would come to this? I really don't see him succeeding. The Great Accomplishment Overlord Body is still alive. As long as he undergoes his tribulation, he'll be discovered."
"That first Divine General of the ancient Heavenly Court can protect him for a time, but not forever."
All kinds of people existed. For every person on the Heavenly Court's side, there was someone hostile to it. Especially the remnant forces Ye Fan had defeated back then—they were all excited.
"What do you know? This era, the Sacred Body is destined to defy heaven, to break the curse of not becoming an Emperor, to create the most glorious era in ten thousand years!"
"Fine, we'll wait and see. Let's see how he faces the Supremes' attack."
The universe was in an uproar. In the following years, everyone talked about Ye Fan, paying attention to his movements, waiting for the outcome.
However, he seemed to have disappeared. After that day, he never appeared again, falling completely silent.
Topics couldn't stay hot forever. A few years passed, and people began paying attention to other things, though deep down they still cared.
Time passed quickly. Thirty years flew by. In such a long time, Ye Fan never appeared. Like a clay ox entering the sea, no one had seen him at all.
People even suspected he had met with misfortune, killed in advance by the Great Accomplishment Overlord Body or the Supremes of the Underworld.
Others thought he was on the verge of a breakthrough, because there was only a hundred-year deadline.
Not to mention the final Emperor tribulation, even the first two were terrifying beyond measure, requiring blood and bone to pave the way. Very difficult. Thirty years had passed—surely the first tribulation should have been completed. Otherwise, how could he have time and hope to survive the other two within a hundred years?
"I think he can't do it. History has seen so many stunning prodigies, all considered unmatched in the world, but in the end, they all fell short, making people sigh. I think another tragedy has been added."
Another ten years passed. Still no terrifying tribulation appeared in the universe.
By this time, many realized something had probably gone wrong. Logically, Ye Fan should have undergone his tribulation. Otherwise, he truly had no chance.
Terrible silence. No tribulation appeared in the world.
Everyone knew that the Sacred Body Ye Fan's heavenly punishment had reached its final stages. Once it appeared, its aura could not be concealed. It would inevitably shake the present age, too vast and terrifying.
More and more people believed he had likely met with an accident.
In the blink of an eye, forty-five years had passed. This was no short period. The universe had changed. Old experts had passed away, and new prodigies had been born.
On this day, a great disturbance suddenly appeared on the North Sea of the Ziwei Star Domain, causing a sensation. Someone had seen Ye Fan there. This was like a thunderbolt exploding across the universe. Many sought confirmation, and some went in person to see for themselves.
Because over the years, even if people stopped talking about it, they were all waiting for the ending, wanting to see how far a man who would defy heaven had gone.
Unfortunately, people arrived too late. Only some in the Ziwei Star Domain had seen Ye Fan. He quickly disappeared from there.
"Is it true? Could someone be impersonating him?"
"Absolutely true. No mistake. He went to the burial ground of the Sun Saint Emperor!"
"How is he now?"
"He seemed... not well. White hair scattered, showing signs of aging."
When such news came out, the whole world was shocked. The Sacred Body Ye Fan's blood energy was as vast as an ocean. How many in this world could compare to him? With his cultivation level, he should be able to live at least ten thousand years. How could he have aged?
"Forty-five years, and he hasn't undergone a single tribulation. And he's already decrepit. His cultivation must have gone wrong."
"Exactly. Haste makes waste. What a pity for a generation's outstanding talent. Walking this path will destroy him!"
Many sighed.
After verification, people confirmed that the person who appeared on the North Sea of the Ziwei Star Domain was indeed Ye Fan, not an impostor. This result made everyone somewhat emotional.
Cultivation was a gradual process. It couldn't be forced. One had to take it step by step, following the natural way of the Dao. One couldn't attack recklessly, or there would be the calamity of death.
Several springs and autumns passed. The setting sun stained with blood.
At a border pass of the universe, a man walked alone in solitude.
It was already the fiftieth year. Half of the hundred years had passed, and Ye Fan still hadn't undergone his tribulation. He was discovered again.
"The Sacred Body Ye Fan has appeared again, on the ancient path once walked by the Yin-Yang Human Emperor. His body truly isn't well—he looks even more aged."
"Once the Sacred Body's blood energy withers, can it still be called the Sacred Body? Once this constitution enters its twilight years, it will lose its invincible glory."
"What happened? Why has he lost so much of his lifespan?"
People's hearts were filled with questions.
But as before, when more cultivators rushed over, Ye Fan had disappeared, setting out alone once more, walking in solitude.
Many were disappointed. Did the ancient Supremes even need to act at this point? Ye Fan was walking a terrible dead-end path, halfway to destruction.
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