Chapter 218: Divine Treasury Ascension
When Divine King Jiang’s Battle Saint Art remained sheathed, none could contend for supremacy. Holy Son Yao Guang was regarded as a rare gem, a Saint Lord of this era.
In the current Eastern Wasteland, the Ji Family and the Jiang Family each possessed a Divine King Physique, considered the strongest figures for the next three to four thousand years.
To be born in the same era as a Divine King was a tragedy for other cultivators. No matter how heaven-defying your talent, facing a Greatly Accomplished Divine King would leave you utterly eclipsed.
However, at this moment outside Kunyun City, many harbored unusual thoughts. Holy Son Yao Guang was likely an exception—among his generation, no one could overshadow his brilliance, not even a Divine King.
Five senior figures lay dead at his feet. With a mere raise of his hand, he had slain five experts in succession. What kind of bearing was this? Truly shocking.
He stood like a divine furnace from the celestial realms, beneath the dome of the sky, capable of refining all things in the world. His life essence surged like a sea, overwhelming half the heavens, making it unbearable for many—soul-wounding, spirit-wounding, and mind-wounding.
With every casual movement, boundless holy light shot into the sky. A slight raise of his hand sent blazing radiance sweeping in all directions. He resembled an Immortal King overlooking the mortal world, his naturally emitted holy light blotting out the sun and sky!
“Brother Ye, you’re riding high these days,” Li Heishui and the others spotted Ye Fan but did not approach to acknowledge him, instead communicating secretly.
“What’s there to be proud of?” Ye Fan asked, puzzled.
“Don’t play dumb with us, you fake Taoist. I’m starting to wonder if you’re really that unscrupulous Taoist—you feel even less like a good person than he does,” Li Heishui muttered.
“I’m full of passion and justice. How can you slander me like this?”
Tu Fei called out, “I say, Leaf Boy, you’re truly wicked for your age, but your heart is blacker than Li Heishui’s. When Yao Xi finds out later, I can hardly imagine her expression, but I’m really looking forward to it.”
Li Heishui protested, “How is my heart black? My heart is pure. Don’t defile me with this kid.” Then he rubbed his hands together, saying, “I can’t wait. Little Leaf, keep it up—keep flirting and exchanging glances with the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang. I want to see her face when she learns everything. Hehe…”
“You two… are truly despicable. Am I really that bad? I just happened to be there; it was all unintentional.”
“Enough, you did it on purpose. Stop talking—the more you explain, the more hypocritical you sound. We big brothers have faith in you.” Jiang Huairen also transmitted, “In front of the Great Xia Prince, you even dared to hold the little nun’s hand. You’ve got a future, you’ve got guts. There’s no bad deed you won’t dare to do. Truly a genius in our line of work.”
“Now, you’ve rekindled your old flame with the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang. We’ll do our best to set you up,” Liu Kou said with a strange laugh.
“What old flame?”
“Naturally, you two flirting with each other. But don’t be fooled by her beauty. Lie low, and when the time is right, strike them. We’ll fully cooperate and help you two hook up.”
Ye Fan did not avoid the topic. He openly joined them, though on the surface he didn’t discuss these matters, only communicating secretly.
They appeared acquainted, but not as close friends. At the same time, Ye Fan warmly greeted those around him, acting completely at ease.
“Don’t worry, they won’t trace it back to us. Everything is arranged. At most, outsiders will think we’re just acquaintances,” Wu Zhongtian transmitted secretly.
“Alright, we’re off!” Tu Fei and Li Heishui said their goodbyes and flew away.
At that moment, Holy Son Yao Guang strode forward. With each step, a halo appeared, and light rippled beneath his feet. Behind his head, a brilliant disk shone in all directions, making him seem like a god.
Wu Zhongtian did not leave immediately. He stood opposite Holy Son Yao Guang from a distance, said nothing, gave him a deep look, and then shot into the sky.
Holy Son Yao Guang smiled radiantly, nodded, then transformed into a morning glow, leaving a streak of golden light across the sky as he headed toward Kunyun City.
“The offensive saint art among the Nine Secrets…” Ye Fan murmured to himself. Without lingering, he flew into the sky before the crowd dispersed.
The Nine Secrets were supreme techniques, each representing the pinnacle of its domain. Ye Fan had mastered two of them and had already grasped their infinite profundities.
He believed that in the near future, when he roamed the world, these two secret arts would be his powerful reliance!
Ye Fan was very satisfied with this trip to Kunyun. He had gained the opportunity to enter the Jade Pool. Now, he sped like the wind toward the Azure Mist Sect.
The reason he didn’t enter the Jade Pool immediately was to ensure absolute safety. The Heaven-Shifting Earth-Transforming Art could fool the heirs of the Holy Lands, but it might not escape the immortal eyes of the Holy Mother of the Jade Pool. If a flaw were exposed, the consequences would be dire.
Of course, he had little time to waste. He needed to resolve this issue immediately—it was urgent.
Azure Mist remained as it was: green mountains and clear waters, eighteen peaks shrouded in mist, waterfalls cascading high, a beautiful and pleasant scene.
Ye Fan returned to his true form at the Azure Mist Sect. Seeing the young demon king back, these people felt mixed emotions.
“Have the Li Fire Sect, Sunset Cloud Sect, Seven Star Pavilion, and Mysterious Moon Cave not attacked?”
“They haven’t attacked, but mysterious figures often appear, coveting our Azure Mist,” an elder of Azure Mist replied.
Ye Fan sneered, “Withdraw from Azure Mist for now. Come back in twenty days. By then, I will resolve all problems.”
“This… leave Azure Mist?!” The three elders were troubled.
“Leave. They’ve probably seen through the situation and can’t hold back any longer. If you stay, you’ll truly be annihilated.” Ye Fan turned around and said, “I’m not asking you to abandon Azure Mist, just to temporarily retreat and lie low.”
He could have called Wu Zhongtian, Tu Fei, and the others to directly destroy those four sects, but he didn’t want to do that—he didn’t want to attract outside attention.
Those little bandits were prominent figures in the Northern Domain. Countless eyes were watching them. If they traced the vine to the melon and exposed him, it would be troublesome.
After sending everyone away, Ye Fan also left Azure Mist and went into seclusion.
Half a square of source, about sixteen to seventeen hundred catties, was enough for Ye Fan to break through the first level of the Dao Palace.
He found a secluded spot hundreds of li from Azure Mist, a rocky mountain where he carved out a cave dwelling.
For a full half month, Ye Fan remained in seclusion. The celestial sun within his body—the Heart Divine Treasury—grew increasingly fiery red, resembling an unopened lotus, generating streams of essence. Yet it still hadn’t transformed into a deity.
This puzzled him greatly. He had already refined a thousand catties of source—how could there be no change?
However, during this process, he felt his own strength growing. The celestial sun in his body rose and fell in cycles, the innate essence burning fiercely.
Nourished by acquired essence, it continuously surged in, merging into this divine treasury, becoming even more red and crystalline, as if it had fully become a real celestial sun.
Rumbling sounds echoed within Ye Fan’s body. He saw an immeasurable sea, saw the sun rising and setting, saw vitality, saw vigor—infinite life.
“Boom!”
Like the sun at high noon!
The Heart Divine Treasury ascended, fixing itself in the void of his body’s world, like a blazing sun at its peak, emitting endless aura.
Ye Fan clearly knew that he had broken through the first level of the Dao Palace, crossing this threshold. But his transformation was completely different from others—no deity had taken form. That celestial sun still hung there.
The Heart Divine Treasury had reached its peak? Cheng Kun, as the lead disciple of the Li Fire Sect, was proud and arrogant. Being looked down upon by a teenage Taoist priest stirred his anger.
“At death’s door, and still playing the fool…” Li Youran shook his folding fan as he walked forward.
Ye Fan snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and sent both of them flying with a bang. Without sparing them another glance, he looked directly at the old man beneath the waterfall and the Supreme Elder of the Mysterious Moon Cave, who sat cross-legged on the mountain ridge.
“In this Northern Domain, the Jiang Family once produced a Great Emperor, and the Jade Pool once produced an Imperial Mother. But that was ancient history from before the Primordial Era—at least a hundred thousand, even two hundred thousand years ago,” the old man from the Li Fire Sect said, frowning.
“Emperor Wu Shi… does such a person exist?” The Supreme Elder of the Mysterious Moon Cave still had his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged on a green stone at the mountain peak.
Ye Fan smiled calmly. “Since you don’t know, that’s fine. I’ll go observe it myself!”
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