Chapter 442: Shrouded in Mystery
Yan Du had a long history, a land where dynasties rose and fell repeatedly, most choosing to establish their capitals here. Since ancient times, it had been the center of this region. The change of a dynasty was a momentous event in the eyes of mortals, but it did not weigh on the minds of cultivators. Some powerful individuals might witness the cycle of nine dynasties in a single lifetime.
The ancient city walls bore the marks of time's vicissitudes, scars from blades and arrows witnessing the rise and fall of successive dynasties.
Ye Fan released various misleading signals, coughing blood as he entered Yan Du. Naturally, this was a ruse. He wanted to lure out a deeply scheming enemy, waiting for them to arrive in Yan Du before killing them.
The other party was ruthless, and Ji Ziyue also possessed a special physique. In the past, even the Great Power Nan Zheng had wanted to take her as a disciple.
"Nan Zheng's lifespan is nearly exhausted. Some say he followed dozens of living fossils from the Eastern Wasteland into the Bronze Immortal Hall. No one knows if it's true or false."
The Divine King Physique Ji Haoyue only watched Ye Fan from afar, not approaching. His expression was calm, showing nothing.
Ji Ziyue's eyes held tears, wanting to come over, but Ji Haoyue firmly grasped her arm, preventing her from moving forward.
"I just want to look, say nothing. He's about to die..." The Little Moon of the Ji Family couldn't help but shed tears upon seeing Ye Fan coughing blood.
"You can only watch, not go over. After all, he killed our clansmen, even though I didn't like that grand-aunt." Ji Haoyue refused to let go, his face expressionless, warning: "Being too kind makes you vulnerable to injury!"
Ye Fan walked aimlessly down the street, naturally sensing the siblings behind him. His expression was calm; he didn't turn back or look, only sighed.
Although Ji Haoyue didn't approach, the Holy Son Yao Guang did. His demeanor was peaceful, his teeth very white, giving a radiant feeling, with faint golden light flowing all over him.
"Brother Ye, would you like to sit down and catch up?" The Holy Son Yao Guang had golden light flowing even through his hair strands, like a Son of the Sun God.
Ye Fan was startled, not expecting him to be the first to approach. He couldn't help touching his chin, pondered for a moment, then made a gesture of invitation.
Yao Xi stood nearby, graceful and elegant, her steps light, her appearance moving, drawing the attention of many.
"The Holy Son Yao Guang and the Doomsday Sacred Body gathering together—I think this scene will be mentioned many years from now. No one knows who will regret it more." On the street, pedestrians came and went in an endless stream. A cultivator who witnessed this scene spoke thus.
In a very quiet tea house, Ye Fan sat opposite the Holy Son Yao Guang and Yao Xi. Though they were great enemies, they sat together like this, all feeling a strange sensation.
"Brother Ye, don't be too pessimistic. Perhaps you can survive this tribulation. After that, the sea will be wide for fish to leap, the sky high for birds to fly." The Holy Son Yao Guang spoke.
Ye Fan said: "In the Northern Domain, that divine physician once said that if I severed my own cultivation, I should be able to survive. In the end, I might make that choice."
The Holy Son Yao Guang immediately smiled, saying: "Based on my understanding of Brother Ye, you would rather die than make that choice."
Hearing this, Ye Fan felt a sudden jolt. Even after the Holy Son Yao Guang and Yao Xi had left, he muttered to himself: "Why was he the first to approach me?"
Ye Fan sat quietly in an inn in Yan Du for three days. On this deep night, a shocking murderous aura suddenly surged into the sky. Three figures appeared, like three eternal, indestructible divine furnaces, their life force immensely powerful as they charged into his room.
This inn instantly turned to dust. Under such terrifying fluctuations, all buildings ceased to exist.
The leader was a full zhang tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a robust and sturdy physique, immense strength, wild black hair flying, holding a halberd that nearly tore the heavens apart.
He possessed incomparably vigorous blood energy, transforming into a true dragon that rushed into the night sky. Blood light shrouded his body. He descended like a demon god, swinging his halberd to strike.
This stretch of heaven and earth was instantly split apart, like an ancient ferocious beast emerging from its lair, like a peerless sacred spirit walking out of the seven Forbidden Zones of Life, utterly terrifying.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan swung his golden fist to meet it, colliding with the halberd, producing a thunderous sound that echoed throughout Yan Du.
Ye Fan's heart tightened. This person's weapon interwove the rules of heaven and earth, and he himself was immensely powerful. This was a great enemy.
"Boom!"
Beside him, another person struck, equally terrifying, even surpassing the first. This was a man nearly like a demon god, with wild purple hair flying, descending like a deity.
He sacrificed an ancient pagoda, pressing down from above. His deep eyes flickered with eerie purple light, his momentum terrifying.
The ancient pagoda had several levels, with Dao patterns flashing on it. It was definitely a weapon interwoven with Dao and principles. Before it even landed, the ground had already cracked open!
"Clang!"
Ye Fan fought this heavy weapon with his bare hands. His golden hand transformed into a golden heavenly stele, Dao patterns flowing, striking the ancient pagoda, the sound echoing through Yan Du.
"Could I have guessed wrong..." Doubt arose in Ye Fan's heart.
"Boom!"
A third terrifying aura surged, like the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens. This was a woman, beautiful as a flower, her delicate hand sweeping out, brilliant light rushing forth.
Ye Fan sneered. Was this a close-quarters fight? His right hand transformed into a golden Dao stele, runes flashing, as if representing the will of heaven and earth, striking down.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, behind that dazzling light, the woman held a black jar, turning it into a black hole, trying to devour him.
Ye Fan's heart leaped. Another powerful enemy, worthy of being a great foe, no weaker than the previous two. This jar looked extremely familiar.
"An imitation of the Ancient Devouring Demon Jar, interwoven with Dao and principles..." Ye Fan was shocked. It was even stronger than Tu Fei's jar.
"Could I really have guessed wrong?!" He was filled with doubt. His entire body surged with golden blood energy as he fought the three powerful enemies with his bare hands.
This battle alarmed many experts in Yan Du. Numerous cultivators rushed toward the scene, astonished. When had three such top-tier young experts appeared?!