Chapter 411: The Severed Path of the Sacred Body
Moonlight flowed like water, cascading down like mist and smoke, shrouding the Divine City in a hazy glow.
By the Dragon Transformation Pool, Ye Fan stood with clear eyes, gazing up at the starry sky. He was utterly still, motionless, save for his hair gently dancing and his white robes fluttering in the breeze.
He spoke no words. The final layer of heavenly tribulation had yet to descend, and he knew it would surely be a violent storm, a crashing wave. He was on full alert, his concentration absolute.
No other cultivator could remain calm. Their hearts were shaken, their clamor rising to the heavens, nearly boiling over.
"Has he truly succeeded in breaking through? I sense it—he seems to have entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm."
"Is this real? For over a hundred thousand years, the Primordial Saint Body has been impossible to cultivate. Has the curse finally been broken today?"
"This is truly shocking. The Saint Body has broken through the barrier; it can be considered a minor accomplishment. In the future, he might reach the peak and rival a Great Emperor."
Everyone was discussing it. Ye Fan had withstood four layers of heavenly tribulation and survived, using lightning to temper his body. What kind of opportunity was this?
Since ancient times, cultivators who faced heavenly tribulation were rare. He had undergone the baptism of thunder to refine his spirit and flesh, granting him endless benefits for future cultivation, filling many cultivators with envy and jealousy.
"The Saint Body has truly broken through! Creating a miracle in the post-ancient era!"
"How is this possible? Didn't the ancient sages say that this world had changed, that the Saint Body could no longer cultivate..."
"This is truly shocking. What does a Saint Body that has broken the curse mean? In the future, it can contend with the ancient Great Emperors!"
At this moment, not a single person could keep their emotions calm, because many had already seen that Ye Fan had indeed broken through, successfully advancing into the Four Extremes Secret Realm.
Golden Wing Little Peng King stood tall and robust, his golden hair dancing wildly, his eyes filled with savagery. His battle armor gleamed with a cold light, and his cloak rustled loudly.
He felt a pressure, staring at Ye Fan, his expression changing for the first time. Two sharp beams of light shot from his eyes, filled with killing intent, his battle intent burning even higher.
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi stood with an immortal-like grace, her white robes ethereal, mist swirling around her. Her beautiful eyes flickered with strange light as she pondered, looking at Ye Fan, then up at the night sky.
On the other side, Holy Son Yao Guang remained calm, a hundred and eight divine rings surrounding him like a deity. His face showed no change, but within his heart, waves stirred.
He was considered a rare genius since ancient times, a prodigy of heaven. When he had broken through to the Four Extremes, he too had triggered a heavenly tribulation, but it was nowhere near as terrifying as this.
Many senior figures believed he could rival a young Great Emperor, but now, the emergence of a Saint Body placed heavy pressure on him.
The Holy Maiden of Zi Mansion was an Innate Dao Fetus, close to the Great Dao, with a divine aura of unity between heaven and man, like a celestial maiden descending into the mortal world. Yet even she showed a hint of surprise.
Yao Xi shone like a bright pearl, blooming like a divine lotus, her heart surging with emotion. She stared unblinkingly at Ye Fan in the distance; what she had just witnessed made it hard for her to remain calm.
Among the younger generation, the heirs of the various Holy Lands and the outstanding disciples of major powers all felt the pressure. If the Saint Body succeeded in entering the Four Extremes Secret Realm, he would undoubtedly be the most terrifying opponent. No one could take it lightly.
If anyone could still smile at this moment, it was An Miaoyi. Her smile could topple a city, and another could topple a nation. Her peerless beauty was enough to bring chaos to the world and captivate all beings. Her flawless jade body was curvaceous and perfect, her robes dancing lightly, her skin shimmering with a crystalline luster.
She smiled with incomparable charm, her eyes like water, her skin snow-white and smooth, causing the bright moon in the sky to lose its luster and many cultivators' hearts to sway, nearly losing control.
The great figures of the Eastern Wasteland Holy Lands all remained silent. The Jiang and Wind Clans nurturing a Saint Body that had broken the curse was far from good news for them.
Many great figures from the Central Province who had come to observe the ceremony also furrowed their brows. A Greatly Accomplished Saint Body could live for tens of thousands of years. If the youth before them grew up, he would surely dominate the world for ten thousand years!
Their descendants would be suppressed for countless generations. Unless a figure on the level of a Great Emperor appeared, who could suppress a Greatly Accomplished Saint Body?
Perhaps, not allowing him to grow up, forever strangling him in his infancy, was the best and most permanent choice!
Ye Fan stood quietly by the Dragon Transformation Pool, but the fifth layer of heavenly tribulation never appeared. The night sky was exceptionally gentle, with no warning signs, no trace of danger.
"Maybe this Emperor guessed wrong. The lightning that struck you earlier was too terrifying—even Chaos Thunder appeared. Perhaps even the heavens felt embarrassed and decided not to send down any more tribulation," the Big Black Dog said, not entirely certain.
"Hahaha..." The four elders of the Wind Clan laughed heartily, immensely pleased. From now on, a Saint Body that had broken the curse would be bound to the Wind Clan's ancient war chariot, enough to ensure a prosperous ten thousand years!
"Excellent! Today, the legend has finally been shattered!" Peacock King also nodded.
In the distance, many voices echoed with congratulations and praise.
The White-Robed Divine King also showed a look of relief, but he did not relax. Holding the Li Fire Divine Furnace, he scanned the surroundings, fearing someone might take a risk and launch a sneak attack.
But the Divine King was overthinking. The hidden forces had gone silent and made no further moves. Earlier, they had only acted because they saw Ye Fan on the verge of breaking through, choosing to interfere. Now that everything was settled, with the Peerless Divine King guarding him, attacking now would likely result in heavy losses. It was far better to wait for another time to kill the Saint Body.
Under the night sky, a wave of excitement swept through. Many were shouting and clamoring. The Saint Body, dormant for over a hundred thousand years, had awakened. The invincible physique had reappeared in the world, and in the near future, it might shine brilliantly!
At this moment, only a small golden creature remained unmoved, busy with its own affairs. It absorbed all the essence energy in the air, then sneaked into the Dragon Transformation Pool with a sly look.
Red Dragon Daoist, Peacock King, and others saw it but did not stop it, as the Divine Source was nearly exhausted, leaving little behind. They did not drive the little one away.
That night, it was undoubtedly a big winner. A vast amount of Divine Source essence had dissipated into the night sky, some absorbed by Ye Fan, and half taken into the Divine Silkworm's little belly.
This time, facing Ye Fan, it was almost fawning, no longer baring its claws. Its big eyes blinked, full of little stars, and then it plunged headfirst into the pool water.
"Success... I've entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm." Ye Fan stood tall, gazing at the boundless night sky. "Heavenly tribulation, will you still strike me?"
"Boom!"
Suddenly, nine bolts of lightning crashed down. Everyone was stunned, mouths agape.
No sooner had Ye Fan spoken than the lightning fell. Was there truly a ruler in the unseen? Did it not tolerate provocation from mortals?
"Little Leaf, why are you provoking the heavens?"
"He's about to be struck by lightning again!"
"Ye Zi, you really are asking for a thunderbolt."
Tu Fei, Li Heishui, and Pang Bo all shouted, sensing something terrible was about to happen.
This time, Ye Fan directly swung his fist toward the sky. After breaking into the secret realm, he feared nothing. His golden fist shattered the nine bolts of lightning instantly.
"Boom!"
A second wave came: eighteen bolts of lightning struck down. Nine targeted Ye Fan, while the other nine fell into the Dragon Transformation Pool.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan reached out a massive golden hand, grabbing all nine bolts of lightning and crushing them in an instant. His methods were awe-inspiring!
On the other side, the Divine Silkworm in the Dragon Transformation Pool cried out in alarm, fleeing with its head in its hands. But the nine bolts of lightning had locked onto it completely, chasing and striking it, lightning flashing.
"This is wrong—this is the Divine Silkworm's heavenly tribulation!"
"Heavens! The Divine Silkworm is also going to undergo tribulation! It's the one drawing the thunder!"
Everyone was shocked, dumbfounded. Clearly, Ye Fan had been caught in the crossfire, passively dragged into it.
"Damn it! That bastard Divine Silkworm is going to kill Little Leaf! He just got struck by lightning, and now he has to go through it again because of it!" Tu Fei cursed.
"I'm dizzy. This Divine Silkworm is a real disaster. How is it also undergoing tribulation? It's dragging Ye Zi into it again!" Pang Bo worried.
"This unlucky Divine Silkworm! If it wants to be struck by lightning, fine, but it doesn't have to drag others down with it!" Li Heishui also cursed.
No one was not shocked. Heavenly tribulations were rare since ancient times, yet two had appeared in a single day!
But upon reflection, it made sense. The Divine Silkworm was what kind of creature? In the lost ancient times, if it underwent nine transformations, it would become invincible under heaven and earth. If it were breaking through, it would certainly face tribulation, because it was equally heaven-defying. It had just absorbed so much Divine Source essence and was about to begin its transformation.
The Divine Silkworm scurried away, thinking it had nothing to do with it, but it could not escape the lightning. It was struck until it staggered, running around with its head in its hands.
Everyone was speechless, not knowing what to say. This Divine Silkworm was too eccentric—it didn't even realize its own tribulation had arrived.
In the distance, the White-Robed Little Nun's mouth formed an "O" shape as she shouted, "Little darling, don't run! Resist it quickly! Only you can get through this!"
The Divine Silkworm fled, head in hands, and dove straight into Ye Fan's arms. It had seen Ye Fan withstand the tribulation earlier and now sought his protection.
"This unlucky Divine Silkworm is really going to drag Little Leaf down completely! It deserves to be skinned alive!"
"Little thing, are you trying to kill me?!" Ye Fan wanted to grab it and give it a good beating.
The Divine Silkworm's big eyes were full of grievance. It still didn't know where the tribulation had come from. It fled with its head in its hands, eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully for help.
Ye Fan directly sent it a divine thought, explaining to the simple little creature what was happening, and then, nearly spitting blood, began to resist the new wave of tribulation.
He felt like cursing. What kind of mess was this?!
"Kid, step back! This Emperor has carved an array pattern that can free you," Black Emperor transmitted at the critical moment.
"I've already been dragged into it. Can I still escape?" Ye Fan asked in surprise.
"In the past, Emperor Wu Shi often faced heavenly tribulation and implicated many people. Later, he created an array pattern that allows those caught in it to avoid the calamity."
Ye Fan said no more. Following Black Emperor's guidance, he retreated into a nearby array pattern, and all the lightning truly disappeared.
His heart was shaken. Emperor Wu Shi was indeed astonishingly talented, able to deceive even the heavens, finding a way to help others hide from the sky.
"Kid, be careful. I recall something—your tribulation might not be over yet," the Big Black Dog warned seriously from the shadows.
"What?!" Ye Fan's heart jolted.
On the other side, the Divine Silkworm ran wildly, crying out in ancient language, scaring everyone into fleeing, afraid of being dragged in.
The golden little creature was utterly wronged. Eventually, it had to face the tribulation alone, struck until it was tearful and wailing loudly. But to everyone's astonishment, though it was covered in wounds and staggering, it suffered no fatal injuries.
"Hum!"
Suddenly, the void trembled. The sky seemed about to collapse, sending chills down the spines of many cultivators, filling them with fear!
Ye Fan sensed a warning, looking up at the night sky. He felt boundless danger, as if the end of the world had come, even giving rise to thoughts of utter despair. This was definitely aimed at him.
Under the moonlight, countless innate patterns emerged, intertwining in the high sky to form a Dao diagram, slowly pressing down.
The void shook, nearly collapsing. The diagram was profound and unfathomable, like the form of the Great Dao itself, suffocating, making it hard to breathe, causing souls to tremble.
"What is this?" Everyone was shocked, unable to understand.
"Is this also heavenly tribulation? Why are there no thunderbolts, no lightning, only innate Dao patterns appearing?!"
Many were puzzled, not knowing why this was happening.
"Boom!"
The innate patterns enveloped Ye Fan from above.
"No wonder... The Saint Body indeed has a curse that is hard to break!" A sect leader from an immortal inheritance in the Central Province spoke.
"The ancient sages speculated that the Saint Body's path ahead was severed. This is all true. No wonder no Greatly Accomplished Saint Body has appeared in over a hundred thousand years... The heavens do not recognize it!" An old man from an immortal imperial dynasty sighed.
The Peerless Divine King transmitted a message to Ye Fan, shouting, "Don't be distracted! You must pass this trial! I will help you!"
"I won't give up! I will keep moving forward!" Ye Fan himself roared.
"It's nothing! Even if it's a severed path, human power can reverse the heavens and reconnect it!" The Peerless Divine King's voice resounded through heaven and earth. He would help Ye Fan reconnect the severed path of the Sacred Body.