Chapter 452: Dao Dissolution
"You delivered yourself to our doorstep—even if the Divine King were here, he would have nothing to say!" The old woman swung her staff forward to strike.
The staff flowed with green light. It was a bamboo branch, verdant and dripping, sprouting new buds as it imprinted itself upon the void. Full of life, brimming with vitality.
"Hum!"
Yet the void collapsed massively. The bamboo branch appeared light and ethereal, but it weighed ten thousand jun, shattering space as it struck toward Ye Fan.
The bamboo staff merged with the void, tracing the trajectory of the Dao, radiating immortal divine radiance as it lashed down—utterly terrifying.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan swung the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword to meet it, striking the green bamboo with a sound that pierced metal and split stone. It threatened to shatter eardrums, causing his five viscera to resonate in unison as savage force shook the heavens.
A black abyss appeared between them—the void had collapsed from the strike, devouring everything around it, sending chills down one's spine.
Ye Fan's heart tightened. Even the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword could not sever the bamboo staff. A cultivator at the fourth transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm was truly fearsome, wielding Dao imprints in battle.
The bamboo staff merged with heaven and earth. The old woman borrowed the momentum of heaven and earth, using supreme Dao to suppress his physical body and holy sword. The green bamboo seemed alive, representing solidity and immortality, verdant as jade.
"Whoosh!"
The old woman pressed forward. Though she appeared decrepit, she was lighter than a specter, moving like a beam of light, continuously lashing out with her bamboo staff.
That single green bamboo condensed the void, fused with Dao imprints, sprouted buds and spread greenery. Life imprints flowed, becoming increasingly unfathomable.
Ye Fan fought uncomfortably, feeling constrained and restrained, unable to unleash his full combat power. This was a terrifying rhythm—the old woman controlled everything, mobilizing the might of the Great Dao.
She transformed the Dao for her own use, standing at a higher level. The green bamboo staff merged with the Dao, embodying her will. The more she fought, the more terrifying she became, as heaven and earth began to pulse in rhythm.
"Smack!"
The green bamboo in the old woman's hand swept toward Ye Fan's head. When he dodged, she followed through with a slash toward his chest and abdomen.
Ye Fan's heart chilled. Whenever he swung his holy sword, he always felt some obstruction, unable to strike with full force. And at that moment, he finally sensed danger—as if the high heavens were about to press down upon him.
"Smack, smack..."
The old woman's green bamboo continued lashing unhurriedly. The pulse of heaven and earth grew stronger, this terrifying rhythm resonating with the bamboo staff.
"Not good!" Ye Fan's expression changed. This was the precursor to a heaven-shaking strike.
"Hum!"
The old woman stood the green bamboo staff upright in the air and shook it violently. The power of the Great Dao flowed—at first like gentle breeze and fine rain, then like a great river striking the heavens, magnificent beyond compare.
The bamboo staff came alive, verdant and dripping, transforming into a towering ancient bamboo. Green leaves flourished, shaking down endless bamboo flowers—pure white, crystalline and sparkling.
"Boom!"
This region of heaven and earth collapsed. Countless bamboo staffs appeared in the void, fresh green like jade, all striking toward Ye Fan simultaneously, like ten thousand true dragons coiling and dancing.
Those were imprints—verdant, vivid life imprints. The old woman had lashed out tens of thousands of times, each force imprinted into the void, now erupting in full.
Everywhere the bamboo staff had struck, a green bamboo staff now appeared, condensing Dao imprints, unleashing a devastating blow.
The old woman had struck tens of thousands of times unhurriedly, all for this final heaven-shaking strike. Tens of thousands of imprints awakened, the Great Dao pressing down!
Ye Fan resisted with all his might, forced to defend. His golden Sea of Suffering emerged, surging into the high heavens with lightning and thunder, blocking those tens of thousands of imprints.
"Boom!"
This was a violent collision. Light blazed between them for ten thousand zhang, erupting with terrifying and oppressive aura that surged in all directions.
The gap between Ye Fan and the old woman spanned many realms. Only he could still "go against the grain to slay immortals," withstanding such a terrifying assault. An ordinary person would have been reduced to ashes.
This was a killing formation the old woman had set up through Dao dissolution, yet he had forcefully endured it. His golden Sea of Suffering surrounded him, his blood energy boiling, his golden sacred body as if burning.
"Bang!"
He swung the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword, splitting the sky, finally unleashing his combat power. No longer constrained as before, a great black dragon danced in the air.
"Boom!"
The holy sword and Sea of Suffering resonated together, shattering the tens of thousands of imprints into nothingness. The void collapsed massively, turning into a shattered great rift valley—pitch black, devouring the essence of heaven and earth.
"You little beast, you do have some skill!" The old woman's words were cold, her heart unsettled. He was so many realms below her, yet he had broken the killing formation she had set.
"This old hag is terrifying!" Behind them, Pang Bo's eyes blazed, silver light flowing. The Demon Emperor Nine Slashes were ready to strike, dragon-shaped divine radiance flickering.
The old woman turned her head coldly, as if sensing the killing intent, fixing her gaze on him. "If you want to die, go ahead and make your move!"
"Old thing!" Pang Bo refused to believe it and prepared to strike.
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure spread again. In the distance, an earthen mountain split open, and a disheveled old man with white hair draped over his shoulders charged out. He looked like a large macaque—arms longer than his knees, his entire body withered, yet full of spirit, his eyes blazing like golden lamps.
"Another terrifying expert at the fourth transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm!" Tu Fei and Li Heishui sucked in cold air. They hadn't expected this secret ground to harbor two such experts. It seemed they valued these children greatly—they must all be little geniuses.
Ye Fan retreated, holding Little Nannan. With two experts appearing together, he felt a chill. The gap in realms was enormous. The old woman was already troublesome enough, and now a disheveled old man had appeared.
Pang Bo stepped forward, standing alongside Ye Fan, ready to face these two terrifying elders.
"You dare trespass into the pure land of the Yin Yang Sect? Ignorant fools who don't know death!" The disheveled old man's killing intent was fully exposed, his white teeth looking icy and sinister. "It seems I emerged from seclusion at just the right time. I'll cripple this Sacred Body, drink his blood, and extend my lifespan."
"Indeed, since he delivered himself to death, that Divine King has nothing to say." The old woman echoed.
"Old immortals, I'll cut off your heads!" Ye Fan sneered coldly, rapidly sending secret transmissions to Pang Bo, Black Emperor, and Tu Fei.
The two elders pressed forward together. With every step, the void trembled. They were six realms above Ye Fan—truly terrifying enemies.
If it were any other cultivator at the Four Extremes Secret Realm, they would have been killed with a single finger. Only Ye Fan and Pang Bo, who was at the great perfection of the Four Extremes, could withstand them.
Little Nannan secretly opened her eyes. Seeing the two elders, she became very frightened and quickly covered her big eyes with her small hands.
"Nannan, don't be afraid. We'll leave soon." Ye Fan comforted her softly.
"You went through all this trouble just for this forgetful little girl..." The disheveled old man revealed a cruel smile.
"You've lived to such an old age, yet you have the nerve to say something so inhuman?!" Ye Fan rebuked coldly.
"Bringing her into the Yin Yang Sect is her blessing!" The old woman spoke coldly.
Ye Fan was furious. Little Nannan had been abducted here, suffered countless grievances, couldn't even get food—and they called it a blessing?
"Old things, today I'll cripple you and let you enjoy some blessings too!"
The old woman glanced contemptuously at Little Nannan. "It's only her fault for lacking memory, unable to enjoy that blessing. She deserves nothing but a servant's fate!"
"You say she's destined to be a servant? Then your Holy Maiden is only fit to serve servants!" Ye Fan said coldly.
Pang Bo also spoke coldly, "You've abducted so many gifted children—aren't you afraid of arousing the fury of Eastern Wasteland cultivators?"
That macaque-like disheveled old man cackled loudly, his voice sinister. "If we kill you all here, won't that solve the problem?!"
"Attack!" Ye Fan swung his sword and charged forward, beginning to activate the Battle Saint Art. Against two elders, he had to strike ruthlessly, or there would be great trouble.
"Hum!"
Pang Bo activated the Nine Slashes, silver true dragons shooting from his eyes—this was the Divine Wound of the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes!
"Boom!"
Even the void was shattered by the strike. The two elders changed color, withdrawing their divine sense, evading the dazzling dragon light without meeting the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes with their spiritual thoughts.
"Boom!"
As Ye Fan activated the Battle Saint Art, heaven and earth lost color. The supreme offensive art was born within his sword intent. The holy sword in his hand seemed to come alive, splitting nothingness as it slashed forward.
"Not good!"
The two elders cried out. They linked their arms together, pushing out divine techniques—the power of yin and yang formed a Dao diagram!
The Great Dao of Yin and Yang!
This was the supreme art of the Yin Yang Sect. Generally, men cultivated the Yang Diagram, women the Yin Diagram. In the Central Province, there was an ancient saying: "Yin and Yang united, invincible under heaven!"
Pang Bo hurried forward. This yin-yang united Dao made his heart pound. He helped share the burden for Ye Fan, unleashing the Deprivation of the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes.
"Boom!"
This was a fierce collision. They fought wielding Dao imprints—a clash of their respective Daos, utterly terrifying. Both sides were sent flying backward.
Ye Fan's blood energy surged, but he was fine. However, blood trickled from the corner of Pang Bo's mouth. His physical body was incredibly powerful, yet he had still been impacted!
The two elders cackled loudly, hair disheveled, charging forward again.
"Yin and yang united, invincible under heaven! Little juniors, die!" The two elders linked arms, shouting sinisterly as they pushed out the Yin Yang Diagram again.
This time, the Yin Yang Diagram was several times larger than before. Pang Bo and Ye Fan decisively retreated—these two old things were too terrifying.
Ye Fan began activating the All Secret. During this process, they continuously dodged.
The two elders drove the Dao diagram, their killing intent thickening. They pursued through the void, and the Yin Yang Diagram they pushed out a third time was even larger. Supreme yin and supreme yang merged, devastating everything.
One had to admit, the Central Province's ancient saying "Yin and yang united, invincible under heaven" held some truth. When the two elders linked arms, their combat power wasn't merely doubled—it was fivefold!
The Great Dao of Yin and Yang transformed into that massive Yin Yang Diagram, like the wheel of a divine master, grinding across the void. Nothing could stop it. Even Pang Bo had been injured in that first strike.
If Ye Fan weren't a Sacred Body, he would certainly have coughed blood and been injured. Yin and yang united, the Dao manifested, combat power shook the world—invincible at the same realm!
"Boom!"
Finally, Ye Fan triggered the All Secret. Tenfold combat power surged. Golden blood energy shot into the sky, heaven and earth lost color. He swung the holy sword, splitting the sky, as if cleaving this world in two.
"Boom!"
He shattered the Yin Yang Diagram. The two elders coughed blood from their mouths. Though yin-yang unity had greatly boosted their combat power, it couldn't compare to the All Secret.
The two elders were sent flying backward. Pang Bo quickly unleashed the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes, striking them until they coughed blood again.