# Chapter 1792: Great Calamity
The universe shattered, and the Demon Emperor's imprint reassembled. Above it and the myriad Daos, the lightning tribulation had already ceased, falling into a deathly stillness.
Suddenly, the Heavenly Heart Imprint and the myriad Daos split apart. A body fell from that unattainable realm beyond the heavens, covered in blood, already broken and incomplete.
"Ye Fan!"
A group of people were greatly shocked and quickly rushed over. There were bloodstains everywhere. Ye Fan's body was covered in wounds, and even the Primordial Qi Cauldron was damaged, accompanying him at his side.
"Master!"
Little Pine caught Ye Fan, supporting his dying body. This kind of injury was too severe, causing all of them to furrow their brows. This was definitely Dao Wounds.
Looking closely, his body was covered with Dao marks—imprints of the backlash from the myriad Daos. What was even more terrifying were the palm prints, fist holes... piercing through front and back, dripping with blood.
"The injuries are too severe!"
Everyone's hearts sank. They could guess about the Dao Wounds, but how could there be finger prints and fist holes on his body? Who had struck? It was somewhat shocking.
"Could it really be those Immortal Elixirs?"
Thinking of this question, a chill ran down their spines. The most beautiful and overlooked things were the most dangerous. What did these manifestations during the heavenly tribulation foreshadow?
Earlier, Ye Fan had stood above the myriad Daos, trampling the Heavenly Heart Imprint beneath him. They hadn't witnessed the actual tribulation scene, only hearing the thunderous explosions, but they could guess some clues.
"Master, you must hold on!" Little Pine's eyes held tears as he carried Ye Fan on his back, tore through the universe, and rushed toward the Heavenly Court.
The others also felt heavy-hearted, accompanying him all the way, cautiously on guard, because they knew Ye Fan's situation was extremely dire, carefully protecting him by his side.
How could this be? What had happened during the great tribulation above the myriad Daos? How could Ye Fan be injured like this? Everyone's hearts were uneasy, afraid something might happen to him.
"Ye Fan was too exhausted. He fought against the myriad Daos for our sake, and then dragged his broken body to face his own unprecedented Emperor Tribulation, hence this accident occurred." Dao Yi sighed softly.
Everyone fell silent, their hearts uneasy, feeling a sense of guilt. Ye Fan had risked life and death to resist the myriad Daos for them; otherwise, how could he have been so exhausted, how could he have been injured like this in his own great tribulation?
Those finger prints, those fist holes... were all Dao Wounds, the most difficult to treat. Many people, once afflicted with such injuries, were destined to be crippled.
Dao Wounds—they made people pale at the mere mention, the most feared occurrence. Everyone remembered that when Ye Fan was still a minor cultivator, he had suffered such injuries, gravely wounded and near death, only escaping by entering the Ancient Forbidden Land to gather medicine.
Ye Fan's body was broken, blood flowing all the way as he returned to the Heavenly Court on the verge of death, carried by Little Pine into the Immortal Mountain. When this news spread, it shocked the universe.
"What? This is the result?"
Throughout the universe, various powerhouses were stunned, exchanging glances. The powerful Sacred Body Ye Fan, so heaven-defying, might ultimately fall.
"What a pity!"
Many people sighed. This ending was regrettable. He should have created a miracle, walking toward a glorious pinnacle, but in the end, he had a desolate conclusion.
Everyone knew that falling into such Dao Wounds during the Emperor Tribulation would be extremely troublesome and difficult to treat. This meant Ye Fan was likely crippled, or even about to die.
"He was too arrogant. Not only did he want to become Emperor, but he also wanted his disciples and friends to charge into that realm together. No one in history has ever been so crazy."
"Yes, if not for this, how could he have ended up like this? Even if he became Emperor alone, it would have been an unprecedented achievement—attaining the Dao under the suppression of a contemporary Great Emperor. How brilliant was that? But he wasn't satisfied and had to do this!"
The universe was in an uproar, chaos everywhere.
People already anticipated a great storm. If the Sacred Body Ye Fan was thus crippled or even died, then the glorious Heavenly Court might lose its luster.
In this era, outstanding talents were by no means few—Tai Chu, Huang Xudao, Yin Tiande, one after another, all appearing like comets. If they joined forces, could the Heavenly Court, having lost Ye Fan, withstand them?
Of course, most importantly, there was still a contemporary Great Emperor. Would he continue to remain silent? Wouldn't he take back his own glory?
The invincible Ye Fan was injured, an accident occurring. This was definitely far-reaching, perhaps causing major changes in the power structure of the universe.
In the following days, the entire universe's gaze focused on the Heavenly Court, waiting for the result.
Some laughed heartily, some were cold, some worried, some silent. Reactions varied, but regardless of attitude, no one showed it.
Everyone was waiting!
Of course, there were other voices. Some were grieved—the losses in this tribulation were severe. Anyone qualified to undergo the tribulation, wanting to defy heaven and charge forward, was an extraordinary fierce person. But in the end, it was all in vain. Many were nearly killed by the backlash.
In fact, when the myriad Daos finally returned and suppressed down, some people did die, their bodies shattered, their primordial spirits turned to ashes.
This was originally an extremely serious matter that would have caused the universe to boil over, but now it wasn't as explosive as imagined, because everything was overshadowed by Ye Fan's Dao Wound incident.
The entire universe's attention was focused on the Heavenly Court. No one paid too much attention to whether others had gained or lost in the heavenly tribulation.
These days, the Heavenly Court was shrouded in gloom and sorrow. People were very silent. Everyone knew that Ye Fan's Dao Wounds were severe, and his Dao foundation might be half-destroyed.
All important figures and experts gathered in the Immortal Mountain, all thinking of countermeasures, racking their brains to heal Ye Fan, but in the end, there was no way.
This kind of injury was too severe. During this time, Ye Fan only woke up once, opened his mouth, and then fell unconscious again.
His broken body was bloody. Those finger prints and palm holes had not healed, with sacred blood continuously flowing out, impossible to stop. His primordial spirit was dim, nearly extinguished.
"How could this be?!" Yang Xi painfully grabbed his hair, filled with regret. If he had known earlier, he would never have let his master sacrifice so much for them.
"Master, you must get better!" Ye Tong also clenched his fists.
"Big brother, you must not let anything happen!" Jiang Tingting's eyes were filled with tears, somewhat helpless, very sorrowful.
The Monkey, Dao Yi, and others paced back and forth, all thinking of ways. They had to save Ye Fan, or they would regret it for the rest of their lives.
The Qilin Immortal Elixir, Bodhi Tree, Flat Peach Ancient Tree, and others had long been prepared. They wanted Ye Fan to use these immortal medicines to prolong his life, but the one time he woke up, he shook his head and refused.
People knew that these medicines were useless for Dao Wounds sustained during the Emperor Tribulation.
"Perhaps only one thing can save him." The Human Demon said.
"What is it?" Everyone asked together.
"The Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill!" The Human Demon replied.
Everyone was stunned. This was a legendary thing. How could it be seen in this era? It was too difficult to refine.
"That's right, perhaps only the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill can heal Ye Fan's injuries." The Old Madman nodded.
"I have the incomplete ancient formula, but the required materials are too harsh." Dao Yi spoke. His homeland, the Eternal Star Domain, had the formula for the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill.
"We have the main ingredient—one Immortal Elixir is enough. But the auxiliary ingredients are very difficult to gather completely. The demand is too great. Even a Great Emperor accumulating for half a lifetime might not be able to gather them all." The Monkey said.
"Let's split up and search the universe for divine materials. We can definitely gather them all!"
"Alright, let's act immediately. Little Pine, you don't need to go. Guard your master well."
After making the decision, everyone quickly moved out. They were all supreme experts, unmatched in this universe, able to traverse the eight wastelands in an instant.
With such a group taking action, naturally few things were impossible. On this day, the universe was greatly shaken. The Heavenly Court's experts all went out, searching everywhere for rare treasures and divine materials.
But those divine materials were extremely rare things, rare through the ages. Even if they were powerful, they couldn't gather them all in a few days. Some things were rarely seen in many generations.
The only thing they were grateful for was that they had accumulated many divine objects from extracting evolution liquid in the past, and now they all came in handy. But this was far from enough.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The people of the Heavenly Court were anxious. Heavenly soldiers and generals all went out, offering rewards throughout the universe. For any required divine material, if someone was willing to provide it, they would be given ancient scriptures and supreme secret techniques.
Everyone was moved. The entire universe was greatly shaken. Many people took action. Everyone knew that the Heavenly Court didn't lack immortal scriptures. Perhaps this was an opportunity.
Sure enough, when someone provided a piece of Chaos Divine Stone, they received half of the Dao Scripture, surprising cultivators everywhere. The Heavenly Court wasn't just talking—they were truly willing to pay.
From this day on, a storm swept through the universe. Many people were searching. Regardless, this was an opportunity to befriend the Heavenly Court, and with ancient scriptures available, they hoped to seize it.
"Feather Transformation Source Earth has appeared! That's one of the hardest-to-find divine materials!"
A shocking piece of news came. If this item was found, the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill could be successfully refined, because this was one of the most difficult divine objects to find, appearing only once in tens of thousands of years.
However, bad news followed. This item was snatched. The person who first discovered it was torn apart. The place was filled with the stench of blood, with broken arms and limbs everywhere. No one knew how many had died.
This was targeted. Someone wanted to prevent Ye Fan from recovering, not giving him a chance, sabotaging the process.
Feather Transformation Source Earth was an indispensable divine material. The attacker was a supreme expert who successfully looted it and disappeared.
"Even if we have to turn this heaven and earth upside down, find him for me!" The Monkey roared.
The Heavenly Court's supreme experts all went out, frantically searching. Black Emperor, Gu Lin, Gu Fei, Huahua, and others set up a great formation together, preparing to deduce the heavenly secrets and calculate who it was.
The universe was greatly shaken. People sensed that a great storm was coming!
Who was it? There were many suspects now. Some supreme experts who had grudges with Ye Fan were all possible, not wanting Ye Fan to recover.
"Is it Yin Tiande?"
"What if... it's the Demon Emperor? Wouldn't that be more troublesome and terrifying?"
The universe was in chaos. Everyone was guessing. At this critical moment, snatching Ye Fan's life-saving divine material was a great enmity. If the culprit was found, it would be a storm of battle.
The Human Demon, Old Madman, Ye Tong, and others were all murderous. These people were furious. Moreover, all departments of the Heavenly Court had mobilized, searching the universe, wanting to drag this person out.
"Heh, just a small trick. Sacred Body, you're finished!"
In the Immortal Mountain, a shadow appeared, silently rushing toward the deepest part, then suddenly erupted, striking toward the mountain peak where Ye Fan was sleeping.
That was an aura of a Supreme Being. A black hand suddenly covered the mountain peak, incomparably powerful, terrifying beyond measure. This was to slap Ye Fan into meat paste, completely destroying him.
On the mountain peak, Little Pine was furious, striking back with his strongest means, meeting that black hand.
However, silently, another person appeared on the mountain peak, so powerful it made one tremble. A fist smashed toward Ye Fan's brow, wild and unmatched.
"Master!" Little Pine roared, extending his other hand to meet it, but he felt extremely strained, trapped in a strange forbidden domain. He knew it was bad—his master was in a desperate situation.
"No hurry." However, at this moment, Ye Fan sat up. Although his body was covered in blood, he smiled at Little Pine, very calm and composed.
Then, he struck out with a palm, slapping against the fist that had reached his brow. A mist of blood burst forth. That person was shocked, retreating backward, his fist already broken.
"You..." The Supreme Being was alarmed.
On the stone bed, Ye Fan stood up, his calm and composure frightening.
"If I weren't injured, how would you dare to come? If you didn't come, how could I find Tai Chu and the Heaven Above? I once said that within my lifetime, I would sweep you all away!"
"Sacred Body, you... cunning, wolf-hearted!" For a Supreme Being to curse like this showed how furious he was.
"Even when undergoing your tribulation, you scheme like this. Your heart is too black..." Another person also spoke with hatred, unable to continue.
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