Chapter 1770: Four Supremes Fall Together
The Immortal Path had come to an end, and the outcome was both regrettable and astonishing, defying everyone’s expectations.
As for this final battle, its intensity surpassed all imagination—heaven and earth shattered, ghosts wailed and gods howled, and entire rivers of stars dimmed one after another.
The four Supremes sought to kill Ye Fan, for they had utterly lost hope. Having long since undergone ultimate sublimation, they could no longer endure through this era and wished to vent their fury and seek revenge.
Ye Fan, too, wanted to slay them, fearing that an unprecedented dark calamity would descend.
They fought from one domain to another, a battle to the death. Now, there were no superfluous words; only the enemy’s fall and the draining of their blood could bring an end.
Everyone was horrified. Could Ye Fan alone fight four Supremes? This seemed like a myth, too unreal to be true.
“Impossible, unless the Emperor Venerable had been reborn. How could he possess such battle prowess?”
“It’s the Immortal Ascension Cauldron! It has awakened, recast and reappeared in this world.”
The Immortal Ascension Cauldron roared, colliding incessantly. Across the cosmic rivers of stars, it radiated billions of strands of green light, devouring the essence of the great universe as it clashed head-on with the four Supremes.
In the end, it enveloped Ye Fan, bearing all attacks. Ye Fan only needed to drive the cauldron, without engaging in close combat or bloody struggle with those Supremes.
Four Great Emperor-level figures struck with all their might, naturally capable of shattering star domains. Yet they found it difficult to break the Immortal Ascension Cauldron, even with their combined strength.
“Kill…”
At last, the sound of Imperial Dao artifacts shattering rang out, and blood splattered across the starry sky.
No one knew what kind of tragic and fierce battle had occurred. The heavens and earth were vast and desolate; no one could approach the cosmic border wasteland. The five supreme experts fought to the point of madness.
Pfft!
Ye Fan coughed up a mouthful of blood. Even shielded by the cauldron, he was shattered once, his body covered in wounds. Dao marks intertwined, taking effect on him.
Crack!
Finally, the Immortal Ascension Cauldron could no longer withstand it. Cracks appeared. In this battle of hard clashes, it had sought opportunities to collide head-on, all for the sake of liberation.
The four Supremes also shed blood, and most critically, their time was running out. They would soon fall from their sublimated state and cease to exist.
Yes, this time there was no suspense. Even if they could devour endless life essence, it was useless. They had endured too many years and had undergone sublimation. Unless a miracle occurred.
Boom!
In the vast heavens, a star domain exploded. Meteors flew in all directions, chaos reigned, and the star domain was boiled to a frenzy.
“Is this battle going to destroy the world?!”
All living beings trembled. The intensity of this battle was no less than the most terrifying dark calamity. If it continued, the universe would be torn apart, and all races would suffer disaster.
It was clearly felt that the battlefield was expanding. In the end, many life-bearing stars would inevitably be affected.
“Ah…”
Finally, one Supreme roared. Having reached his peak, he fell from it. The ten-thousand-zhang radiance around him turned into darkness. The Immortal Ascension Cauldron struck him, and he exploded in the sky.
Crack!
The cracks on the green copper cauldron grew larger, on the verge of disintegrating. The other three Supremes attacked madly, wanting to drag Ye Fan down with them even in death.
In their eyes, Ye Fan deserved a thousand deaths. He had destroyed their hope of becoming immortals. If they could not personally kill him, their anger would never subside even in death.
Boom!
Finally, brilliant light danced. The Immortal Ascension Cauldron exploded, deliberately shattered through hard clashes, breaking into countless fragments that flew into the distance.
The artifact spirit broke free, letting out a long roar. It underwent ultimate sublimation, sending a brand to Ye Fan, then cracked itself. Its terrifying aura rapidly diminished.
One after another, supreme divine principles flew away, turning into streaks of light that vanished into the universe.
A chubby, fair little child broke free, only two or three years old, filled with confusion. He had taken human form, becoming a true living being.
This was a cycle. In the end, he had transcended the cauldron again. Even the Emperor Venerable’s backup plan was useless.
Ye Fan grabbed him, then stored him in the shattered Primordial Qi Cauldron, placing him within his brow’s Immortal Platform, doing everything to protect him.
If not for the Immortal Ascension Cauldron today, he surely could not have faced four Supremes. He was still a junior, not yet truly an emperor, unable to withstand the combined pursuit of four Imperial Dao experts.
Yet, it was the existence of the Immortal Ascension Cauldron that changed everything. Ye Fan alone suppressed this great calamity, making them regret their actions.
“Ah…”
Another person screamed, withdrawing from the sublimated state. His body dimmed, and Ye Fan killed him with a single punch, turning him into a mist of blood that ceased to exist.
Of course, Ye Fan also collected the blood essence of the two who died, not leaving it for the other two, lest they prolong their time of death.
The tide had turned. The remaining two sighed deeply. Four of them had failed to kill Ye Fan—what face did they have left? They had once been ancient emperors, invincible under heaven, yet they had come to such a day.
The Immortal Path had ended. In the ultimate battle, no one knew what had happened. They only saw light spreading and the cosmic border wasteland collapsing!
A few of the most powerful ancient clans, through ancient formations, caught glimpses of light and shadow and heard mournful roars and wild songs.
The battle was over. For a long time, no one dared to step forward and see the result.
It was not until half a month later that someone mustered the courage to go. There, they saw a desolate scene: countless fragments of stars, and blood staining the universe.
These were the blood of Supremes. When they exploded, their bodies might have been as large as galaxies, yet now there was not a single intact piece of bone or flesh. Everything was red, a horrific sight.
“We’ve found the flesh and blood of Supremes. Can we refine it into divine pills?”
Those who came trembled, their hearts filled with hope and fear.
“What about the Sacred Body Ye Fan? Did he die in battle? What a pity,” another whispered.
“In the end, the dark calamity did not occur. Who would have thought it would end like this?”
When some powerful figures arrived, the silence was broken. Many wanted to collect emperor blood to refine longevity divine pills.
“Eh, there’s a corpse… a person…”
Suddenly, people were horrified. In the endless, broken star ruins, a tattered corpse moved, slowly sitting up. Its body was covered in terrifying wounds.
It had been devoid of life, like a dead man. But the moment it sat up, a powerful heartbeat naturally resonated, startling those in the distance, who retreated in fear.
Pfft!
Many coughed up blood and fled at top speed.
Because that person was too terrifying. Just the naturally emitted aura was unbearable, shocking everyone. This was the might of an ancient Great Emperor.
“The Human Clan’s Sacred Body is not dead! He won this decisive battle!”
This news spread like a tide across the universe, startling the world. This achievement was too brilliant, almost unreal in its fantasy.
Ye Fan’s vitality slowly revived. Dragging his wounded body, he stood in the starry sky, waiting for half a month. In the end, no one else appeared. He gazed at this terrifying battlefield. Four Supremes had died, yet his heart felt empty.
“Heaven blesses the world! The Sacred Body has won! The dark calamity has not occurred!”
“Ye the Heavenly Emperor is invincible!”
Cheers erupted from all corners. At the edge of the battlefield, some powerful figures watched, filled with awe, their bodies trembling.
Ye Fan silently observed all this. Then, he raised his hand and grasped toward this universe. The residual blood energy was gathered and absorbed into his Primordial Qi Cauldron.
The battlefield was shattered. There were many fragments of weapons, but most were completely ruined. Even divine gold and immortal materials had been beaten into scrap metal, losing their original divinity.
Because in this final battle, the Supremes had gone mad, merging with their weapons, exhausting everything and erasing their divinity.
Usable weapon materials were scarce, very limited.
As for the green cauldron fragments, they retained their spiritual nature, not losing their immortal gold properties. But this time, the explosion was different. Even someone as strong as Ye Fan only recovered a small portion; the rest was scattered across the universe.
“Haha… hahaha…” Ye Fan laughed, laughing until he coughed violently. Blood flowed from his mouth, and his eyes blurred with moisture. In the end, this was the result.
Those who wanted to become immortals did not succeed; all died. Those who did not want to become immortals entered the Immortal Domain.
What kind of ending was this? What a great irony!
“Zi Yue…” he called softly. Was this how they parted? The next opening of the Immortal Path would be a million years later. How could he meet her again?
Thinking of her kindness, her face, Ye Fan let out a desolate sigh. Separated by heaven and earth forever, how could he accept this?
He remembered their first meeting, how lively she was, her big eyes sparkling, her little tiger teeth glistening, always so optimistic, playful, and adorable.
Then there were partings, gazing at each other across the starry sky. She made wishes under the night sky, waiting for him to return.
The laughter and joy of the past, the smiles and voices, seemed like yesterday, yet they could never truly appear again.
And little Zi, they had spent little time together. Ye Fan often went into seclusion or traveled to gain insights, rarely accompanying her. Now, it would be hard to see this lively, adorable daughter again.
His wife and daughter had become immortals, creating a miracle unprecedented in history. This should be a cause for celebration, but Ye Fan staggered, stumbling through the universe, losing his way.
“The Immortal Path breaks the soul, a dreamlike illusion. Even now, do you still fight?!” Ye Fan laughed, cried, and roared, shaking the eight desolates, reaching the Forbidden Zones of Life.
“Thank you, Sacred Body, for suppressing the dark calamity and averting a catastrophe!”
Ordinary cultivators could not hear his roar; it was only directed at the Supremes. They celebrated, believing that after this battle, the universe would be peaceful for a long time, with no more worries.
Ye Fan, covered in blood, staggered back. He unsealed the nine Chaos Realms, and the Heavenly Court’s forces all reappeared in the world.
He had left orders: if he did not return, no one should emerge, for no one knew what would happen during the Immortal battle or when it would end.
“Master, you’re injured!”
“Ye Fan, what’s wrong? Are you okay?!”
A group of people rushed forward.
“I’m fine. A few years of rest will heal me. Don’t worry,” Ye Fan said. He had already suppressed his blood energy and divine power fluctuations.
“Where are the Mistress and little Zi? Why haven’t they returned?” His several disciples all had a bad premonition. Everyone looked at him together.
“They have become immortals.” Ye Fan wanted to smile, but a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
“What? Become immortals?!” Everyone was shocked.
“Ye Fan, are you okay?” His close brothers were all worried.
“I’m fine. As long as the Forbidden Zones are not destroyed, I will be immortal. In this life, I will fight to the end!” Ye Fan’s words were resounding, his gaze brilliant, deeply inspiring everyone. (To be continued)