Chapter 484: The Old Madman Strikes
The Taiji divine diagram was profound and unfathomable, a trace carved by the ancients after achieving ultimate sublimation in their understanding of the Dao, containing ineffable supreme truths. How many intricate principles of the Great Dao it held, no one in the world could fully articulate. Ye Fan had only glimpsed a hint of it, making a preliminary manifestation, with infinite room for further comprehension.
"Boom!"
The sky was torn apart on the spot, transforming into an unfathomable black hole that devoured everything, threatening to swallow even the minds of the onlookers.
"Crack..."
One after another, black fissures spread, racing into the distance. Centered on the black hole, they shattered all things, representing the source of destruction.
Ye Fan's left hand was pitch-black and glossy, becoming the extreme yin "divine point" of the Taiji diagram, evolving into a tangible trace of the Dao, possessing the power to break all things.
"Thud!"
This was a terrifying collision. From the very start, both displayed supreme sacred arts—the Great Dao of Yin-Yang against the Great Dao of Taiji!
The two shared many similarities, the difference lying in the two points of the Taiji divine diagram: within the yang diagram lay an extreme yin point, and within the yin diagram lay an extreme yang point.
Such slight differences led to a divergence of millions of miles in the Dao they expounded, resulting in entirely different evolutions and vastly different fruits of the Dao.
"Rumble..."
The void continuously collapsed, energy surging violently. This was a clash of similar Daos, profoundly moving both combatants!
Because the two Daos had similarities yet also completely different evolutions, both held their breath, exerting every effort to oppose each other.
This was no longer a contest of strength but a struggle of understanding and conviction in their respective Daos. The path they cultivated was the supreme Dao—a faith neither could waver in!
"Boom!"
The black hole evolved from Ye Fan's left hand destroyed all things, devouring everything, more unfathomable than an abyssal sea.
The black firmament formed by the Yin-Yang Holy Son's left hand descended, as high as a great mountain and as vast as the earth, but it began to crack and shatter, on the verge of collapse.
"Rumble!"
With a final loud crash, the black firmament collapsed completely, shattered by the extreme yin divine point of Ye Fan's left hand, ceasing to exist.
The Yin-Yang Holy Son cried out, his black hair disheveled as he flew backward, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. A flicker of fear appeared in his blade-like eyes.
On the other side, Ye Fan stood unmoving, golden blood energy surging against the heavens. His entire body seemed forged from divine gold, like an ancient Battle-Saint warrior.
"Four Extremes Secret Realm..." Everyone was in an uproar, all showing shock, finding it hard to believe.
"Didn't he sever his cultivation? How does he still have such terrifying combat power? Could it be that what Divine Physician Wang said wasn't true?" People were uncertain, many showing fear.
Especially the disciples of the various Holy Lands, many of whom had followed here to ascertain Ye Fan's true condition, all frowned.
"He should have severed his cultivation..." Someone recalled another part of Divine Physician Wang's words: if Ye Fan fought desperately, he could display Four Extremes Secret Realm combat power, but it would consume his boundless lifespan. In this life, he could only engage in ten life-or-death battles at most before his body and Dao would perish.
The Yin-Yang Holy Son's gaze was extremely cold, his voice icy: "Since you want to fight to the death, I'll grant your wish. Let me show you my true strength."
"Boom!"
He wiped away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his body erupting with incomparable radiance that made it impossible to look directly at him. Like a black-and-white sun burning fiercely, he illuminated the entire wasteland.
An incomparably powerful aura surged forth, like a divine rainbow piercing the sun, like a tsunami flooding the nine heavens. He was like a deity freed from shackles, charging out of hell.
At this moment, the Yin-Yang Holy Son emitted a chilling and terrifying aura, extremely dangerous. Black-and-white mist spread around him, like surging chaos.
"He had sealed his combat power before! He's already broken into the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm!"
"This is the Yin-Yang Sealing Art of the supreme great sect of the Central Province. Normally, it suppresses oneself to seek continuous breakthroughs. He is already a top-tier young expert of the first Dragon Transformation level!"
The crowd retreated, all deeply alarmed. This was undoubtedly a fearsome figure, nearly invincible among his generation.
The Yin-Yang Holy Son wore a purple-gold crown, carried a Yin-Yang sword on his back, his black hair flying and eyes sharp. Standing between heaven and earth, he was as imposing as a Heavenly Venerable descending to the mortal world.
Ye Fan tensed, not daring to be careless, raising his combat power to its peak. "In the latter half of my life, I only have ten chances to display Four Extremes Secret Realm cultivation. I've already sworn that each battle must claim a Holy Son-level figure, or else I won't be worthy of the life force I've sacrificed."
The crowd gasped. Only ten great battles in a lifetime, each requiring the death of a Holy Son-level figure—the Sacred Body was truly terrifying!
The Yin-Yang Holy Son's eyes turned cold. "You won't have that chance. I'll wash my sacred sword with your sacred blood and avenge the Holy Maiden's soul!"
Young experts of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm were rare in this era, with few in the Eastern Wasteland. At this moment, the Yin-Yang Holy Son was as unfathomable as an ocean.
"First Hua Yunfei, then Golden Wing Little Peng King, and now the Yin-Yang Holy Son. It seems all Holy Sons feel the pressure. If they don't enter the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, they probably won't act rashly."
Everyone felt a chill, all discussing.
"Wrong. Perhaps those Holy Sons have already reached this secret realm, just holding back."
People couldn't calm down. The emergence of the Sacred Body, consecutively battling invincible young experts of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, created an intense pressure on his generation.
Now, to contend among the younger generation, not breaking through to this realm meant one couldn't even stand out!
"This little wretch has pushed his combat power to the Four Extremes Secret Realm. Let this old man take his life instead. No need to waste time."
Behind, the two old men spoke almost simultaneously, stepping forward together.
"No need. Killing him would dirty the hands of two great elders. I can slay him myself!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son sneered coldly.
Both elders shook their heads, pressing forward together. One said, "We came to the Eastern Wasteland only to take his head. It doesn't matter who kills him."
They treated Ye Fan like meat on a chopping block, life and death in their grasp, as if it were no challenge at all, their eyes showing contempt.
At this moment, the killing intent they emitted was terrifying, putting immense pressure on Ye Fan, who couldn't help but frown.
"Don't bully big brother..." Little Nannan tugged at the Old Madman's pant leg, tears welling in her big eyes, very worried.
"Little girl, everything started because of you. In this life, you can't escape your fate as a yin slave!" A cold person swept a glance over.
"It's Nannan's fault. It has nothing to do with big brother..." Little Nannan was scared and wronged, looking at them timidly.
"Nannan, don't worry. They're nothing." Ye Fan smiled, showing a calm, kind expression to comfort the little one.
"Two great elders, no need to act. I'm determined to slay him myself!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son was very proud. Since the Holy Maiden was killed, he, as the Holy Son, had been holding a raging fury.
These days, facing the princes of the Central Province and the Holy Sons of supreme great sects, he felt uncomfortable, always sensing strange looks. Only by personally killing the Sacred Body could he wash away the shame.
"Then let this old man kill these meddlesome people first!"
The two elders fixed their sinister gazes on Li Heishui and the Big Black Dog, then looked at the Old Madman and Little Nannan, their killing intent fully exposed. "This little girl has immortal-like skin and bones, but unfortunately, she has no memory. She can only be a yin maiden!"
"Hum!"
They stepped forward, the void trembling, pressing down on everyone until they could barely breathe.
"Swoosh, swoosh"
The Big Black Dog and Li Heishui, incredibly slippery, immediately hid behind the Old Madman, saying nothing, only provoking with their eyes.
"Time to send you on your way!"
One of the elders sneered coldly, a large hand reaching forward, covering everyone below.
"Uncle..." Little Nannan looked on the verge of tears, pushing the Old Madman's thigh again.
The majestic Old Madman finally reacted. A glimmer of light flashed in his hollow eyes beneath his disheveled hair. He looked down at Little Nannan, then picked her up and placed her on his shoulder.
"Courting death!" One of the great elders sneered mercilessly, his large hand slapping down toward the Old Madman's crown.
"Truly an old man tired of living!" The Big Black Dog shook its head from behind.
This great elder of the Yin Yang Sect had a sinister gaze, sneering coldly, "All of you, die!" His hand was about to land on the Old Madman's crown.
But the Old Madman made no move, only looking up at him. Two flashes of light flickered and vanished in his hollow eyes.
"Ah..."
The great elder cried out, falling from the sky with a "plop," motionless. His eyes were wide open, filled with terror, dead on the spot.
"Heavens, what happened?!"
Everyone exclaimed, not understanding.
"It seems he was only glared at by that disheveled weirdo, and a Dragon Transformation Eighth Transformation expert died!"
Everyone was shocked, not knowing why.
"You..."
The other great elder roared, spitting out a bronze ancient tower that grew as large as a mountain, suppressing the Old Madman.
But the Old Madman still made no move, looking forward. A glimmer of light flickered and died in his eyes.
"Boom!"
The entire ancient tower shattered, turning to dust, ceasing to exist!
At the same time, this great elder only let out a scream before falling from the high sky, his legs kicking once, then dying.
This time, everyone saw clearly, all terrified. Two Dragon Transformation Eighth Transformation great elders had been glared to death by that disheveled weirdo!
"Who are you?!" Another old man appeared from the shadows, not daring to approach, pointing at the group. "Wait here. I'll go invite some supreme elders. None of you will live. Let's see how you contend with a Great Power!"
"Is a Great Power so great? If you've got the guts, invite your supreme sect master too!" The Big Black Dog shouted, its mouth nearly splitting to its ears.
"Just wait!" This old man glanced at the Old Madman, then flew away, disappearing in an instant.
"Who is this disheveled weirdo? How is he so terrifying? Just how powerful is he?"
"Killing two Dragon Transformation Eighth Transformation experts with just a glare—this is like a fairy tale!"
Everyone was shocked, all trembling. This surpassed their imagination, and their hearts pounded.
At this moment, Ye Fan and the Yin-Yang Holy Son were locked in fierce battle, extremely intense.
The Yin-Yang Holy Son noticed the situation, his heart pounding. He wanted to flee, as that weirdo made his hair stand on end.
But Ye Fan locked onto him, sneering, "I said, once I display Four Extremes Secret Realm cultivation, a Holy Son-level figure must fall!"
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? I'll slay you today!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son shouted. With a "clang," he drew his Yin-Yang sacred sword!
"Hum!"
This stretch of heaven and earth seemed frozen, becoming a sword domain world exclusive to one person. Yin and yang qi flowed, and endless killing intent surged skyward!
"So you're here. No one leaves today!" A long cry came from the distant sky. Over a dozen figures rapidly approached.
The Great Power of the Yin Yang Sect and others hadn't arrived yet, but the senior figures of the Ziwei Sect appeared first, clearly coming to avenge Zhao Fa.
"Take them all. Except for the Sacred Body, kill them all without exception. No one escapes!" A white-haired elder's killing intent was fully exposed.
"Whoosh"
Over a dozen extremely powerful figures quickly surrounded the Old Madman and the others, each radiating murderous aura. Among them were even Half-Step Great Powers!