Chapter 607: The Last Secret Realm of the Human Body
"Ah…"
Jin Chixiao let out a loud cry. His left shoulder writhed, and a brand-new arm grew out, but it was vastly different—covered in golden scales and much thicker.
"Sure enough, a descendant of ancient creatures, with the blood of an ancient king flowing in his veins!" Ye Fan said calmly, holding the Wanshang Bow as he stood in the void.
With one Supreme Elder dead, the other three old men wore grave expressions. They confronted him from a distance, gathering their strength for a decisive strike.
"The legendary Eight Prohibitions… someone who has stepped into the Eight Prohibitions!"
Their eyes flickered with cold light. This was truly terrible news. Even Jin Chixiao looked furious, filled with jealousy and resentment.
At the Third Transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm, yet he had killed an expert of the Immortal Platform Secret Realm—this was shocking. Leaping across eight realms in battle was rare since ancient times.
Nine transformations complete the dragon; one leap gazes toward immortality. Only when the spine's great dragon reached perfection could one enter the body's final secret realm—the Immortal Platform.
Ascending along the spine's great dragon to reach the Immortal Platform, overlooking all lesser peaks—this was a pure land, a supreme hidden treasure trove, holding boundless potential!
The human body had five secret realms: Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, and Immortal Platform, progressing step by step.
Some had once tried to deduce a sixth secret realm but found nothing, ultimately concluding it impossible unless gods or immortals existed.
Whether Supreme Elders, Great Powers, Peerless Divine Kings, or even Saints, all stopped at this secret realm—the Immortal Platform.
The Immortal Platform, the body's final secret realm, differed fundamentally from the previous four. This realm was incredibly difficult to advance in; each step forward was like climbing a new layer of heaven, with immense gaps in strength between layers.
To go from one layer of heaven to another required crossing a chasm-like divide, hard to traverse and rarely successful. This showed how difficult the Immortal Platform was to cultivate.
In truth, this final secret realm had each layer of heaven equivalent to an entire major secret realm in terms of power disparity!
Almost all Supreme Elders of the Holy Lands were on the first layer of the Immortal Platform. The best among them were Half-Step Great Powers, standing at the peak of the first layer, just half a step from entering the second.
The Immortal Platform was unique. If it had only four layers of heaven, then in terms of strength, it would be like four major secret realms.
Remember, before this, there were only the Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, and Dragon Transformation—four secret realms. Yet each layer of the final Immortal Platform was like a major secret realm, with vast distances between them.
If the Immortal Platform had seven or eight layers of heaven, it would be even more terrifying, equivalent to seven or eight extra secret realms!
How many layers of heaven did this final secret realm—the Immortal Platform—have? No one knew, because people didn't know how strong the Great Emperors truly were, nor at what height they stood.
Some said only by ascending the Immortal Platform could one step onto the immortal path, to climb and see how many layers this secret realm held.
The Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, and Dragon Transformation combined didn't have as wide a power span as the Immortal Platform alone.
A Supreme Elder at the initial stage of the first Immortal Platform layer had been killed by Ye Fan. They were naturally alarmed; the legend of the Eight Prohibitions made them uneasy. Allowing him to grow further was unpredictable.
"Weng!"
The void trembled. The three Supreme Elders struck simultaneously, combining their innate origin essences into a painting of mountains and rivers spanning ten thousand miles. It pressed down like a heavenly dome.
"Shua!"
Ye Fan fled far away, not meeting it head-on. These three were definitely stronger than the previous one. Their combined strike was terrifying, surpassing the range of the Eight Prohibitions.
Each layer of the Immortal Platform was equivalent to a past major secret realm, and not like the Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, or Four Extremes with only four or five minor realms. Instead, like the Dragon Transformation Realm, one layer corresponded to nine minor realms.
Of course, each layer couldn't be subdivided into nine minor realms; only initial, mid-stage, and peak were used.
The four Supreme Elders were all at the initial stage of the first Immortal Platform layer, but only the one who just died was eight minor realms above Ye Fan. The remaining three were nine minor realms higher.
Ye Fan pushed his cultivation to the limit. Various divine phenomena manifested, and tens of thousands of golden beams shot from his body. He surged like a god or demon, emitting sea-like waves of power.
At that moment, he continuously triggered the All Secret, preparing to multiply his combat power tenfold to face the enemy and kill these experts.
This was his first time activating the All Secret since his great advancement and formal entry into the Eight Prohibitions. He wanted to make himself even stronger and break the taboo legend.
Yet no matter how he triggered it, the All Secret wouldn't activate. Normally, it would succeed after dozens of attempts, but now he had tried over five hundred times.
"What's going on?" Ye Fan was shocked, unable to understand this situation, feeling something was seriously wrong.
The painting of mountains and rivers, like an unfathomable abyss, flew toward him, nearly trapping him inside.
Ye Fan retreated again, like a dragon crossing the sky, pulling back thousands of zhang. He stopped in the void and kept trying, but after a thousand attempts, he failed.
"The All Secret… has failed." Ye Fan was stunned, not knowing why.
"Where do you think you're going!" The three Supreme Elders shouted, each spitting out another mouthful of innate origin essence, merging it into the painting.
This was a real landscape flying through the sky—majestic, with towering peaks, flowing springs, and waterfalls, full of power yet vividly alive.
Ye Fan retreated again and again, not engaging directly. He muttered to himself, "Could it be because I've stepped into the legendary Eight Prohibitions?"
Thinking this, he stopped using his limit combat power and lowered it significantly. Instantly, he triggered the All Secret successfully, multiplying his combat power tenfold.
"It worked, and it just brought me back into the Eight Prohibitions domain…" Ye Fan stared blankly.
At this moment, he was truly surprised. What secrets did the Eight Prohibitions hold? Was it truly insurmountable?
If anyone knew Ye Fan was dissatisfied, they would surely lament that he deserved to be struck by lightning!
Few in history had entered the Eight Prohibitions, crossing eight minor realms in battle—a fantasy. Now he had become one of the rare few since ancient times!
Many brilliant talents had used various means and exhausted their minds to deduce how to step into the Eight Prohibitions, yet couldn't enter this rank.
But he had succeeded without realizing it, yet lacked the joy he should have felt. Others would have wept with joy, for this was rare across ten thousand years.
"What are the legends of the Eight Prohibitions?" Ye Fan muttered to himself. He had discovered the insurmountability of the Eight Prohibitions—even the All Secret couldn't be triggered.
"Even as a Sacred Body, he might not necessarily step into the Eight Prohibitions. Capture him—we must find out what's going on!" The three Supreme Elders transmitted secretly, exchanged glances, turned into three rainbow beams, and charged, unleashing boundless magical power.
"Eight Prohibitions…" Ye Fan pondered while retreating, many thoughts arising.
Soon, he raised his head. Now was not the time for overthinking; he needed to finish the battle first.
"Jin Chixiao!"
Ye Fan shouted. He couldn't deal with the three Supreme Elders because they exceeded the Eight Prohibitions' range, so he targeted the heir of the Northern Plains Golden Family.
At this moment, Jin Chixiao followed behind the three Supreme Elders, not daring to stray half a step away. His expression was cold as he watched Ye Fan.
Ye Fan sneered, feigning an attack on the three experts. He charged forward, then suddenly vanished from his spot, leaving no trace!
The three Supreme Elders were momentarily stunned, confused. But a scream came from behind—the void beside Jin Chixiao split open, and Ye Fan stepped out.
"Grand Void Art!" The few were shocked. This was a secret technique of the Ji Family in the Eastern Wasteland, an unshared mystery.
Although it could traverse the void, if one was vigilant, the fluctuations could be detected, and its speed was far slower than the Stride Art. So Ye Fan rarely used it.
This was just a sneak attack. The three Supreme Elders hadn't anticipated it, and he succeeded, closing in on Jin Chixiao.
At such close range, even a Half-Step Great Power would meet their end. In close combat, few could escape his methods.
"Ah…"
Jin Chixiao screamed. Cracks appeared all over his body. Like a cicada shedding its shell, his human flesh split open, and a golden creature burst out to resist Ye Fan's golden fist.
"Ancient creature!"
Ye Fan was startled. He had known this clan carried the blood of ancient kings, but he hadn't expected them to transform into another true form.
Jin Chixiao remained humanoid—the most obvious trait of an ancient king's descendant—but his body was covered in dense golden scales, as if cast from gold.
His limbs grew much thicker, bones cracking continuously. His hair turned golden too, like a burning flame.
The human skin and flesh fell off, bloody and gruesome. His eyes turned golden, and a single horn grew from his brow.
"Bang!"
Jin Chixiao met Ye Fan's golden fist with both golden hands, producing the sound of bones cracking. He screamed and used the force to retreat like flowing light.
"Pu!"
As Jin Chixiao fled, his hands turned to mush, then his arm bones snapped. One could imagine the immense force he had endured.
Yet Ye Fan was also surprised. Jin Chixiao, transformed into an ancient creature, had a physical body comparable to a Half-Step Great Power—someone at the peak of the first Immortal Platform layer.
"Ancient creatures have such strong bodies…"
"Kill!"
The three Supreme Elders charged, but they couldn't catch up. Ye Fan had already turned into a beam of light, rushing to kill Jin Chixiao.
"Hong!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Jin Chixiao gritted his teeth. His golden body ignited, consuming his ancient creature origin to flee into the distance. He knew that even transformed, he was no match for Ye Fan, who had stepped into the Eight Prohibitions.
The Eight Prohibitions were too abnormal. He had no chance of victory—only escape!
"Once, twice, but not a third time. You've ambushed me three times; it's time to send you on your way." A cold smile appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth as he hurled the golden war spear.
"Chi!"
The spear, like a golden lightning bolt, pierced through clouds and air, catching up in an instant. "Pu!" It plunged into Jin Chixiao's back, splattering a stream of blood.
"Ah…"
Jin Chixiao screamed, pierced through by the golden spear. It carried him flying over a thousand zhang before pinning him to a cliff ahead. The golden shaft trembled as blood flowed down.
"No!"
Behind him, the three old men roared, but they were too far away to stop it.
Jin Chixiao was in agony but couldn't move. His body was firmly nailed to the cliff wall; any slight movement brought bone-deep pain.
Ye Fan approached, "Bang!" He pulled out the spear, holding it in one hand, and lifted Jin Chixiao into the air.
"Let me go! I'll pay any price. I won't ambush you again." Jin Chixiao surrendered, afraid Ye Fan would shake the spear and tear him apart.
Not long ago, he had witnessed Ye Fan either tossing aside or shattering nine mountains with his spear, his strength overwhelming. It had truly intimidated him.
"Just spare my life, and I'll do anything…" He had lost all arrogance, begging humbly.
"You're a descendant of an ancient king. You must know ancient divine script, right?" Ye Fan thought of the Immortal Tear Green Gold book inside him and wanted him to translate it.
"Shua!"
Light flashed, and the rusted green copper piece appeared, desolate and ancient, captivating the mind.
"Do you recognize the characters on it?"
"I… don't recognize them." Jin Chixiao shook his head in difficulty. "It's too ancient. These characters have long been forgotten."
Ye Fan was furious. "What use are you then? You illiterate!"
All the cultivation realms have been laid out now, so everyone should have no confusion. As for various kings, ancient saints, and human great emperors, you can imagine and compare them on your own.