# Chapter 1798: Enshrining as a God
Ye Fan roared with wild song, his hair disheveled, blood energy surging, his emperor fist rumbling, causing all the stars in the heavens to tremble, changing their trajectories with him, all resonating.
He pushed the sun, moon, and stars as he moved, the nine heavens and ten lands beneath his feet, yet unfortunately he could still change nothing—those outstanding talents had long since passed away many years ago. What was even more tragic was that the people around him were also leaving one after another, and he could only watch helplessly.
It was a long time before he calmed down. What was left of this life? Only battle! A vast, grand battle picture of longevity was spread out before him, requiring him to fight with his entire life!
Xia Jiuyou, dressed in white like snow, though peerlessly beautiful, was so wooden. For so many years, she had been sorrowfully searching for her master's whereabouts. Now, lost and dispirited, she walked alone, very lonely, heading into the distance.
"Wait, let me think of a way. Perhaps I can make Senior Gai reappear in the world," Ye Fan called out from behind. Seeing the once-genius girl like this, his heart could not find peace either.
"What way?" Xia Jiuyou turned around, her eyes filled with mist, and a strand of white hair among her black locks was so striking.
"I am exploring various methods of longevity, but none are mature. There is one method that might be worth trying," Ye Fan said truthfully.
Six thousand years, most of the time spent comprehending the Dao. He had traveled very far on this path, drawing on all the "Dao" and "Paths" that the ancients could expound.
"What method?"
"I want to use the power of faith to let Senior reappear in the world," Ye Fan said, but sighed inwardly. He knew it was very slim, almost impossible to succeed. He just hoped to find a spiritual sustenance for the genius girl who was aging and so pitiful.
Of course, this was not to say there was no hope of success at all. This was Amitabha's Great Dao, which Ye Fan had studied intensively for five hundred years, pondering many issues.
In this process, Ye Fan had sighed that the old monk had reached the pinnacle in this path, surpassing all generations. Shakyamuni was merely a part of his divine thought reborn.
"Can it really succeed?" Xia Jiuyou's eyes held tears. For so many years, she had been helpless and sorrowful, but had no way at all.
"It can, but I need your help!" Ye Fan gave her a belief.
"Good!" A startling brilliance flashed in Xia Jiuyou's eyes.
Their group returned to the Heavenly Court. After returning, Ye Fan personally erected a divine temple and began to enshrine a god—a shocking act.
In the name of the Heavenly Emperor, he established a magnificent temple in the universe. His words rumbled, shaking the sea of stars, spreading across all domains! On this day, he was solemn and serious, personally presiding over it, enshrining Gai Jiuyou as a god. The first surge of faith power toward the temple was his Heavenly Emperor faith, causing golden light to shimmer there, forging a precious body.
The second surge of faith power was Xia Jiuyou's sorrowful obsession. Though incomparable to the Heavenly Emperor's faith, it was still radiant and holy, pouring into it.
With a boom, lightning bolts struck down from heaven and earth at this moment, as if to punish this heaven-defying act. Because a Great Emperor was enshrining a god, it might truly succeed.
"Scatter!" Ye Fan roared, his eyes bursting forth two bolts of blazing lightning, shattering the thunder tribulation, destroying the heavenly punishment—all of this completed in a single thought.
This kind of divine power shocked the human world!
The Jiuyou Temple, magnificent and grand, stood beside the Heavenly Court. As soon as it appeared, auspicious light shone everywhere, colorful clouds filled the sky, and faintly, the shadow of the sick old man appeared.
This truly shocked many people. The strong of the world were extremely shaken. People knew that Ye Fan must have used supreme divine arts to build this divine hall, touching forbidden domains.
The Monkey, Pang Bo, Li Heishui, Dongfang Ye, Li Tian, Yan Yixi, Black Emperor, and everyone else came, unable to help but sigh and pay respects. Because the sick old man deserved a bow from all of them.
On this day, many strong from all over the universe also came, all marveling. On the misty divine throne of the temple, a figure was truly faintly seated cross-legged. Ye Fan's methods were heaven-defying.
The many strong of the Heavenly Court paid their respects like this, causing the entire temple to immediately shine with golden light, drawing various heavenly and earthly phenomena. Because they were all strong, their faith power was naturally extremely powerful.
"Will it work?" the Monkey asked privately.
"I don't know. Perhaps," Ye Fan said.
The inheritance of flesh and blood is the continuation of life. The transmission of faith is also the spiritual longevity of the spirit. Ye Fan studied the path of faith deeply, restoring various ancient methods of Amitabha.
The life imprints of ancestors live within the bodies of descendants. The faith of strong ones once praised by the world lives in the hearts of all beings. If awakened, perhaps they could return, recreating a Gai Jiuyou.
This was the fundamental reason Ye Fan attempted this method.
Xia Jiuyou became the high priestess of this temple. From this day on, she began to spread the Dao throughout the world, hoping more people would remember her master's goodness and send faith power.
Of course, this required more concrete and practical actions. She began to perform hundreds, then thousands of good deeds daily, using her great power to appear in various star domains, helping others in the mortal world and the cultivation world.
Then, wherever there were Heavenly Court great cities, magnificent temples were established, spreading to all regions. Because truly enshrining a god required vast faith power.
In the central temple personally built by Ye Fan, a drop of blood was sealed within divine crystal, possessing a powerful life fluctuation, placed in the hands of the misty "divine body."
With Ye Fan's current strength, he could naturally use this true blood to regenerate Gai Jiuyou's physical body. But that would only be a body, without spiritual thought or feeling.
Therefore, he did not do it.
"Uncle, my father invites you to come," Ji Chengdao arrived on this day. Though powerful and not weaker than his father, standing in the Quasi-Emperor realm, he already had a few strands of white hair.
Ye Fan nodded. With one step, he brought him back to the ancient star where the Ji Family currently resided.
This shocked Ji Chengdao. Was this the means of a Heavenly Emperor? He felt he could fight a Supreme Being, but compared to Ye Fan, he was far behind.
Many years had passed. Ji Haoyue's hair had turned gray, gaining a kind of majesty. He truly seemed like a peerless Divine King, looking down on the world.
Now, the Ji Family was at its peak of glory. The only flaw was the loss of Ji Ziyue, causing many to feel nostalgic and miss her deeply.
However, this also made the Ji Family renowned throughout the universe. Because Ji Ziyue had become an immortal, she was of Ji Family blood, a descendant of Emperor Void, thus leaving endless legends.
"The Void Mirror is glowing. Sometimes it's bright red, like blood surging," Ji Haoyue said, taking out the half-broken mirror.
The mirror surface was dim, with no unusual phenomena at the moment, as if covered with a layer of rust. The mottled ancient marks recorded the cruelty, glory, and achievements of the past.
It must be said, this was a legendary mirror. It had been stained with the blood of too many Supreme Beings, with the potential to become an Immortal Mirror. It was much more powerful than ordinary Imperial Artifacts, only lacking an opportunity.
Unfortunately, it had not waited for that moment of transformation.
Back then, Ye Fan had studied this mirror and even used it to enter the Flying Immortal Star, but ultimately found no abnormality. Later, he returned the mirror to the Ji Family, not wanting to see the object and think of the person, feeling sorrow in his heart.
This was the first time he held this mirror since becoming the Heavenly Emperor. He immediately felt a fluctuation, a life aura. The divine mirror was not dead, crying out in loneliness, but ordinary people could not hear it.
"I will recast you. Is there anything you want to tell me?" Ye Fan murmured.
He unleashed his world-dominating divine power, activating great divine abilities, exploring the Void Mirror for the first time like this. Things were different now. As a Heavenly Emperor, he could do many things that were impossible in the past.
With a boom, Ye Fan opened a misty space within the Void Mirror—a sealed void that no one could shake or open in the past.
Even the Void Mirror itself was powerless, because it was half-crippled.
At this moment, the misty void opened wide, and half a broken, bloodied corpse fell out. Ye Fan's heart ached greatly.
And Ji Haoyue, usually dignified and steady, couldn't help but cry out, "Little Ancestor!"
"What? He is the Little Ancestor?!" Ji Chengdao also shouted. Everyone in the Ji Family rushed over, all alarmed, in great chaos.
"Ji Zi!" Ye Fan trembled, reaching out to embrace the half-broken remains. His hands were covered in blood. The body was tattered, covered with wounds left by Supreme Beings.
It really was Ji Zi. Ye Fan's heart trembled. In that battle back then, he had watched helplessly as the half-broken mirror accompanied this shattered body away. He had searched for many years afterward but could not find it.
Today, he finally saw him!
"Before Emperor Void finally dissipated, he apologetically left his child's body, sealing him into the broken mirror, leaving a thread of hope," Ye Fan deduced the truth.
Ji Zi was in the void realm where the divine spirit born from the precious mirror should have sat cross-legged, eternally sealed by a mysterious power. This was also why the broken mirror occasionally emitted rays of light over the years—it was circulating essence to seal Ji Zi.
On the half-broken corpse, the head was still there. Under Ye Fan's infusion of supreme blood essence, a faint fluctuation actually came through.
"Ji Zi!" Ye Fan shouted, trembling with excitement.
"Is the Little Ancestor still alive?"
"His sea of consciousness is dead, but just now there seemed to be a flicker of spiritual awareness. I must revive him!" Ye Fan said, holding Ji Zi as he tore through heaven and earth like thunder, directly returning to the Heavenly Court.
On this day, he went into seclusion, forbidding anyone to disturb him, using supreme divine power to defy heaven and seize life for Ji Zi.
"Ji Zi, you must live! The three of us brothers still need to drink together! How can you be missing!" The Monkey rushed upon hearing the news. Even someone as domineering and fierce as he almost shed tears, thinking of the past when he, Ye Fan, and Ji Zi fought against the Celestial Prince, Huang Xudao, and the Eight Divine Generals.
Ye Fan emerged from seclusion, holding Ji Zi's broken body. He unsparingly refined the Qilin Immortality Pill he had gathered earlier entirely into Ji Zi's body.
"He is Uncle Ji Zi? So pitiful. Uncle Ye Fan, you must save him," the little Battle Saint Ape said in a childish voice, for once not jumping around and causing havoc in the heavenly palace.
Finally, Ye Fan personally built another magnificent temple, placing Ji Zi inside for enshrinement. Of course, this time it was somewhat different—only half-enshrinement, because he felt Ji Zi had not completely perished.
On this day, thunder rumbled in the Heavenly Court, auspicious light breaking through the thirty-three heavens. Ye Fan used supreme divine power to evolve, building a Creation Divine Altar, hoping to awaken Ji Zi in the future and let him live again.
"Crack"
On the same day, on the Amitabha Ancient Star, before a dilapidated temple overgrown with weeds, a stone Buddha cracked open with a crack. At the same time, a stone Golden Winged Great Peng on the Buddha's shoulder began to glow, then turned golden. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register on Wenxue to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)