Chapter 272: The Unrivaled All-Secret
Within the silver miniature world, the resonant bell tolls, golden light cascading down like countless bolts of silk, crushing toward Pang Bo's divine sense fragments.
"Clang!"
No matter how powerful Pang Bo was, he could not withstand it. His divine sense clanged with a metallic sound, and a portion of it instantly turned to ash.
"Boom!"
The ancient, unadorned cauldron descended inch by inch like an immortal great mountain, the silver space on the verge of cracking. Pang Bo's divine sense could not bear the pressure, nor could he escape. Trapped beneath the cauldron, his formidable divine sense was pinned in place.
The Nine Secrets were the most mysterious ancient arts in the Eastern Wasteland. No one knew who created them. Each one was incomparably powerful, representing the pinnacle of its respective domain. Among them, the "All" Secret was immeasurable. Once successfully executed, it could amplify speed, combat power, or even divine sense by three to ten times. This was an inconceivable divine art, its terrifying effects inspiring awe. Even prodigies who cultivated ancient scriptures were deeply wary of it.
The melodious bell tolls continued without end, transforming into golden ripples. They appeared gentle, but were sharper and more fearsome than heavenly blades. The golden torrents surged like tides, like tsunamis, drowning Pang Bo. The great bell rang incessantly, causing the silver space itself to tremble.
Pang Bo's divine consciousness rapidly dimmed. Pinned by the great cauldron and shaken by the bell, under the suppression of such power, he was continuously refined, turning to ash. In the blink of an eye, a tenth of his silver divine sense had vanished. If this continued, he would surely be annihilated.
"Fall back!" At that moment, Black Emperor, like a black bolt of lightning, retreated. The divine lotus was about to escape, but Black Emperor charged forward again, using the golden great bell to adhere to the divine lotus, fixing it in place, making it impossible to move even an inch.
"Collect!"
Ye Fan shouted. The nine-layered ancient pagoda enlarged, absorbing all of Pang Bo's divine sense within. It blazed with brilliant light and began the process of refinement.
He sat cross-legged in the void, facing the ancient pagoda, motionless. He intended to use this opportunity to finish off the old demon in one go.
"Boom!"
The ancient pagoda shook. Pang Bo violently struggled, trying to escape. In this moment of life and death, he did not hesitate to burn his divine sense.
"Fall back!"
Ye Fan refined a portion of Pang Bo's divine sense, then swiftly retreated. The big black dog acted with perfect tacit understanding, using the great bell to shield him.
Pang Bo manifested his true form, his face icy cold. By now, he had lost a full thirty percent of his divine sense power. Continuing this attrition would mean certain death.
"Shua!"
He swept his divine lotus, tearing open the silver miniature world. The divine sense space rapidly disintegrated. Unwilling to be trapped here, he decisively chose to withdraw.
In the forest, Pang Bo's physical body sat motionless. The azure lotus, carrying his divine sense, rapidly descended.
"Chase him!" Ye Fan shouted. His divine sense surged like a golden river, charging forward. Black Emperor gritted his teeth and, bracing against the divine bell, pursued as well.
"Chi! Chi! Chi!"
The three of them successively rushed into Pang Bo's forehead, entering his body. Their divine senses all shone brilliantly.
"You go too far!" Pang Bo's face was filled with murderous intent. He turned to look at the pursuing Ye Fan and Black Emperor.
"Old demon, you are the one who goes too far, seizing another's physical body!" Ye Fan roared.
Every physical body of flesh and blood was a miniature universe, the most mysterious thing. Perhaps within a square inch, it could contain sun, moon, mountains, and rivers. Take the sea of consciousness, for example—it was boundless. Standing here, the three of them felt as if they were facing an empty starry sky.
"Where have you sealed the real Pang Bo?" Ye Fan demanded.
"Kill him directly, and the seal will naturally be undone!" The big black dog was murderous. Having suffered a great loss today, he would not be merciful.
Pang Bo's expression was grim. Holding the azure lotus, he stood unmoving, but a terrifying, heart-stopping fluctuation radiated from him.
The big black dog hurriedly activated his divine sense, using the golden great bell to protect his body. Ye Fan also took shelter inside.
"Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes—Spirit Wound!" Pang Bo roared. His divine sense surged like a tide, and his divine sense body instantly dimmed, showing how astonishing the consumption of this slash was.
Silver light shot out like true dragons, one after another, flooding the miniature world that spanned a hundred zhang.
At this moment, both Ye Fan and Black Emperor felt their hair stand on end. Time seemed to stop, plunging into eternity. This was a supreme secret art specifically for attacking divine sense, named—Spirit Wound.
"Perish..." Pang Bo held the azure lotus, but his voice abruptly cut off. His body trembled repeatedly. He had exhausted his strength and could not sustain it.
"Bang!"
His body instantly cracked. The Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes—Spirit Wound—was abruptly interrupted. He slowly reformed his form, filled with unwillingness. "This slash, I cannot truly execute it now. If I could, you would surely be annihilated."
Ye Fan's heart trembled. The ancient scripture created by the Demon Emperor was indeed terrifying. Form Destruction, Deprivation, Spirit Wound... these secret techniques were unfathomable, like gods and ghosts. "No wonder the Demon Emperor could sweep the world ten thousand years ago, even seizing the supreme treasure from the Central Province."
The ancient scripture created by the Demon Emperor was surely enough to shake heaven and earth and move gods and ghosts. Without mentioning others, the "Three Slashes" displayed so far were enough to terrify anyone.
"He has wounded himself with his own slash. Let's see how he can avoid death now!" The big black dog shook the great bell and took the initiative to attack.
"Boom!"
At the same time, Ye Fan triggered the Nine Secrets for the third time, unleashing the "All" Secret. His divine sense surged like a golden ocean.
He activated the Battle Saint Art. With a "bang," he shattered Pang Bo. On the other side, Black Emperor also suppressed the divine lotus.
This time, there was no suspense. Previously, Pang Bo had been forced to use the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes—Spirit Wound—which ended in failure, severely injuring himself. Now, he was utterly unable to withstand Ye Fan's divine might and was instantly crushed.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan transformed into a great cauldron, completely absorbing him, beginning the final refinement!
"Don't refine him into ashes, or the Demon Emperor's ancient scripture will also be annihilated!" Black Emperor shouted.
"Ye Fan, is that you?" A divine sense came from the depths of this physical body's sea of consciousness.
"Pang Bo!" Ye Fan's heart shook. He knew this was the real Pang Bo.