Chapter 413: Overture of the Gods, Defying Fate
Within the Pure Land, petals drifted down, each stained with blood, bright as crystal, falling like a rain of tears, a scene of poignant beauty.
The White-Robed Divine King sat cross-legged beneath the tree, eyes closed, utterly still. The blood of a deity flowed from him, blooming into the most beautiful flowers in the world, causing all other scenery to pale in comparison.
This was an eternal tableau. No matter how many years passed, it would never fade. People could not forget it; it was forever branded into their hearts.
The world was very tranquil, with only the sound of falling blossoms. Sparkling, they danced one by one, their fragrance overflowing, flying out of the Pure Land and into the Divine City.
Clearly, many people were shouting, and the members of the Jiang Family were crying out in grief, yet this piece of heaven and earth seemed so peaceful, with only this eternal image appearing.
This was the power of the Pure Land, bringing harmony to the world, purifying all noise and clamor, making them part of the magnificent scenery.
Within the Pure Land, Ye Fan could not move or speak. He was utterly unable to stop it.
Six crystalline blood blossoms bloomed, flying out from the chest of the Peerless Divine King one after another. Magnificent and resplendent, like a seven-colored phoenix gracefully soaring, they landed on Ye Fan's body.
This was the blood of a deity, capable of purifying all laws in the world. Even the Peerless Divine King possessed only a small amount. With the emergence of these six blood blossoms, it was almost completely exhausted.
Divine blood possessed miraculous effects that defied heaven. As the first blood blossom fell, flowing into the innate Dao diagram, Ye Fan's body trembled, as if shedding a layer of restraint.
He wanted to shout, to make the Divine King stop, but no sound came out. His heart burned with anxiety, yet he could not change anything.
The second divine blood blossom fell. The innate patterns were dyed red, sparkling, becoming somewhat different. The excruciating pain in Ye Fan's nearly shattered body sharply decreased.
"Pop," "Pop"...
Six divine blood blossoms fell in succession, merging into Ye Fan's body, flowing into the innate Dao diagram, allowing him to move suddenly. Both his body and divine sense were nourished.
"Senior, please stop!" Ye Fan shouted loudly.
The Peerless Divine King sat motionless. A seventh divine blood blossom bloomed. He wanted to use his divine blood to help Ye Fan wash away the curse, purify the Great Dao, and sever the karmic ties.
This was an act of self-sacrifice. If the divine blood flowed completely, the Divine King would likely cease to exist. This blood was the very foundation of his status as a peerless expert. Perhaps in a moment, he would sit in nirvana.
The innate Dao patterns dimmed. Divine blood indeed possessed unparalleled mysteries, capable of purifying all karma and severing Dao patterns.
Ye Fan stumbled forward, wanting to approach that verdant ancient tree, to get close to the White-Robed Divine King. But the Pure Land seemed endless; no matter how he ran, he could not get closer.
"Senior, if you pass away, what face do I have to live? I don't want you to extinguish my curse with the blood of your life!"
"Pop"
The eighth divine blood blossom bloomed. The White-Robed Divine King became even more serene. Sitting beneath the divine tree, a layer of sacred radiance flowed around him, like a deity approaching the end of life.
Crystalline flower petals fell upon him, making him transcendent and otherworldly. With his own strength, he defied heaven to reconnect the severed path for the Sacred Body, wanting to wash away the innate Dao diagram with his own blood.
"Pop"
The ninth divine blood blossom bloomed. The innate Dao diagram was severed, rushing out from Ye Fan's body, suspended in mid-air. Such was the power of divine blood—it could sever karmic ties.
The Peerless Divine King, relying on his own strength, forcibly cut the connection between the Dao diagram and Ye Fan. But in the end, he could not erase the patterns. At this moment, his divine blood was exhausted; he only had nine blossoms in total.
The Pure Land shook. The Divine King seemed to have turned to stone, motionless, without a trace of power.
"Ancestral Divine King!" The people of the Jiang Family cried out in grief. At this moment, their voices finally penetrated.
The Pure Land was fading. It could no longer silence the world. Outside, it was already noisy, with many cultivators in an uproar.
"The Divine King is about to sit in nirvana. The peerless one ends here!"
"Alas, a generation's Divine King, four thousand years ago in his prime, looking down on the world with pride, yet at the peak of his glory, he was sealed in Purple Mountain. After returning, his beloved died, and he himself grew old."
"The Peerless Divine King, dominating the world, able to claim supremacy, yet half his life was desolate. Now, the curtain falls."
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No one was unmoved. People discussed, many sighed. The life of the White-Robed Divine King evoked sighs of regret.
Ye Fan shouted, finally throwing himself beneath the divine tree, kneeling before the Divine King, hot tears rolling from his eyes.
"Divine King, you cannot die..."
The Divine King opened his eyes, but they were dim and lusterless. "Heaven and Earth do not recognize it. The curse is not yet broken. Only one step remains."
"Divine King, do not speak. I have a Qilin Divine Medicine seed here. Please take it quickly." Although Ye Fan saw him open his eyes, his heart grew more uneasy.
As soon as the Qilin Divine Medicine appeared, an endless aura of life spread, filling the entire Pure Land with vibrant vitality.
"It's useless." The White-Robed Divine King shook his head, then pointed a finger. Ye Fan was immobilized again, unable to move.
The Peerless Divine King chanted the sound of the Great Dao, resounding through heaven and earth, suppressing all other sounds. Even the golden little creature undergoing tribulation not far away felt much better, as the lightning filling the sky was suppressed.
Everyone was astonished. How could the Peerless Divine King, having exhausted his divine blood, still possess such cultivation? His realm was truly too high. As the Dark Night Monarch had said, he had definitely surpassed the realm of a Greatly Accomplished Divine King.
All the divine sounds of the Great Dao converged on one point, enveloping the innate Dao diagram suspended in the air, attempting to obliterate it.
This sound wave had form and substance, like multicolored ripples, clearly visible, very brilliant, possessing an indescribable divine charm.
Outside, all cultivators fell silent, feeling a sense of loftiness and grandeur. Many hearts were peaceful, gaining some insight under this heavenly sound of the Great Dao.
"Heavens, this is... the Overture of the Gods!"
Finally, someone perceived the mystery, understood what kind of power this was, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"How is it possible? The Overture of the Gods—how many times has it sounded since ancient times?!"
"This overture is not entirely related to cultivation. It is an expression of a state of mind, an understanding of the Dao, and even more so, an insight into the myriad states of the mortal world."
"Legend says that the Overture of the Gods is merely the beginning stage. If one could evolve the true Divine Music, one could obtain power nearly equal to that of a deity!"
No one was not shaken. No one expected the White-Robed Divine King to be so brilliantly talented, to have comprehended the Overture of the Gods.
Although it was unrelated to cultivation, merely a sublimation of the state of mind, a cultivator's greatest potential lay in their original heart. One day, perhaps, it could illuminate the human world.
"The Divine King's desolate life—only through this did he comprehend the Overture of the Gods."
People thought of the Divine King's life: half a life of loneliness, a lifetime of desolation. His beloved had passed away, he himself had grown old. He had too many regrets.
"The Divine King has exhausted his divine blood, performing the divine movement. He truly intends to sit in nirvana here."
People understood his intention, knowing he could not exist in the world for long. Perhaps ending this desolate and regret-filled life here was a form of release.
"Divine King..." Many in the Jiang Family wept bitterly.
Even other cultivators were infected. Many felt their noses sting and their eyes grow moist. Alas, the Peerless Divine King's life—it was truly sorrowful.
The Overture of the Gods, as if possessing the power of a true deity, submerged the Dao diagram in mid-air. Multicolored ripples undulated, causing it to continuously dim.
Petals fell, stained with blood. The Overture of the Gods lingered in the Pure Land, but the Divine King's vitality grew weaker and weaker. He was like a lamp running out of oil, on the verge of extinguishing at any moment.
Ye Fan wanted to roar and shout, but in the end, he could not move an inch. Hot tears rolled from his eyes. This was a kindness too heavy to bear!
"I don't want this!" he screamed in his heart, but he could not change anything.
The curse of the Primordial Saint Body was almost unsolvable. For over a hundred thousand years, not a single person had broken through the Four Extremes Secret Realm. The price to shatter this shackle was simply too great.
The Divine King was using his life to reconnect the severed path for him, using divine blood to dissolve the Dao diagram, using the Overture of the Gods to obliterate the innate patterns, severing the karmic ties for him. But this was at the cost of his life.
"Pop"
Within the Pure Land, patches of grass and flowers withered. Chaotic leaves danced and fell to the ground. This small world full of life was approaching its end.
The Divine King could no longer hold on. The Pure Land could not exist in the world either. It was about to dissipate, to cease to exist.
"Hoo"
A gentle breeze blew. Withered leaves flew chaotically in the Pure Land. A hundred flowers withered. In an instant, it lost its vitality.
Looking around, there was only deathly silence. The tinkling spiritual spring dried up. The fragrant grass and flowers decayed. It was lifeless and gloomy.
Lush vitality was no more. Only desolation and decay met the eye. The Pure Land became a dead place. Light faded, quickly turning gray and cold.
The only point of light was at the center of the Pure Land. Only the Divine King's ancient tree had not yet fallen, but yellow leaves were drifting down, full of autumn's bleakness.
This ancient tree was called the Divine King Tree, sharing the same life as the Peerless Divine King. If it also withered, it would mean the Divine King's life had reached its end.
The Overture of the Gods lingered, adding a touch of desolation to the gray Pure Land. The Divine King Tree was nearly bare, one withered leaf after another dancing in the air.
The people of the Jiang Family cried out in grief. Many wept and shouted, but they could not stop this.
The Dao diagram in the Pure Land was gradually obliterated, slowly disappearing, and finally vanished from sight. The curse of the Sacred Body was broken. The Peerless Divine King had defied heaven to reconnect the severed path for him!
But he himself had lost his vitality. His eyes lost their luster. He looked up at the ancient tree, which had not a single leaf left.
The Overture of the Gods, originally meant to open the path to divinity, was not used for the Divine King himself, but to fulfill Ye Fan, helping him break through the shackles.
The innate Dao diagram completely disappeared, gone forever. Heaven and Earth did not recognize it, but the Divine King defied heaven and changed everything.
"Divine King!" Ye Fan could finally move. He rushed forward, tears brimming in his eyes. He took out the seed of the Divine Immortality Pill, wanting the Divine King to take it, but he could not make it happen.
Although the White-Robed Divine King's eyes were dim, they were very resolute. He slowly stood up, still possessing the heroic posture of one who dominated the world, his aura not diminished in the slightest.
"I cannot die yet." He said only this, then walked out step by step.
Ye Fan followed behind, appearing in the great world, standing side by side with the Divine King in the night sky.
"Whoosh!"
The Divine City boiled over, the clamor reaching the heavens.
After over a hundred thousand years, the Primordial Saint Body had broken the curse. In the future, perhaps a Greatly Accomplished Saint Body would reappear in the world!
Everyone's expression changed when they looked at Ye Fan. The younger generation, in particular, felt an invisible pressure.
A physique that held supreme prestige in the ancient times, which could contend with the ancient Great Emperors when fully grown, had truly reappeared. Even the supreme sect leaders of the Central Province found it hard to calm their hearts.
Boundless killing intent surged, like an ocean crashing towards Ye Fan, boundless and endless, surrounding him.
At this moment, he truly understood what it meant to be an enemy of the entire world!
However, he felt no fear at all. His black hair danced in the wind, his eyes were deep and profound. Standing in the void, he swept his gaze across the four directions. He was incomparably calm and composed!