Chapter 641: Green Copper Block, Origin Heavenly Master Both Appear
In the ancient dragon cave, dragon roars echoed continuously. The ancient cave flickered between light and dark, with lantern-like eyes gleaming, suffocating all who beheld them.
"A dragon... could there really be such a deity here? This is a place of ascending immortals—perhaps such an existence truly dwells here!"
The Qinling dragon cave had been renowned through the ages. The possibility of a true dragon lying dormant there was not impossible, for in the primordial era, there were all kinds of tales of gods and spirits.
"Is the one true dragon sleeping in this ancient cave?!"
The script used by the ten thousand primordial clans was divine script, created by the gods. If some ancient history spoke of such supreme beings, some could naturally accept it.
The ancient cave flickered unsteadily, constantly spewing dragon essence as if it had come alive. A divine pearl appeared, crimson and dripping, rising and falling amidst ten thousand strands of primal energy.
The moment this pearl appeared, people turned to stone. Then many eyes turned red as they rushed forward recklessly, even living fossil-level figures going mad!
"A pearl spat out by a true dragon!"
"This is a divine pearl—there is a deity here!"
"The legendary dragon pearl has appeared—such an immortal treasure truly exists!"
The crimson, dripping pearl was as crystalline and translucent as agate, over a meter in diameter—a massive immortal pearl with dreamlike colors that intoxicated the heart.
Before the ancient dragon cave, everyone's blood surged and hearts raced with excitement. Most were sect leader-rank figures, with profound cultivation, all vying fiercely.
Dragon essence surged, the ancient cave was deep and unfathomable, swallowing the sun's essence. The divine pearl flashed and vanished, and everyone charged inside—not a single person could remain calm.
Before the ancient cave, no one lingered any longer. All disappeared, surging in together.
By the immortal pool, many cultivators exchanged glances. Many regretted not choosing the dragon cave—that was truly a divine pearl, witnessed with their own eyes, capable of seizing creation from heaven and allowing one to attain the Dao.
"A divine pearl left by a true dragon—is this indirect proof that immortals exist?!"
Figures flickered as two sect masters rushed down the mountain, switching to the ancient dragon cave to seize the opportunity, for that massive divine pearl was too important.
"Little Leaf, what do you see? Can we go seize the dragon pearl? That really is an immortal treasure!" Li Heishui rubbed his hands together.
"Don't go. There's most likely an ancient sacred spirit there. No one in this era can fight it—it's even more dangerous than this place." Ye Fan's expression was grave.
Based on his judgment, the ancient cave at the mountain's root was a one-way trip. Unless protected by an extreme imperial weapon, no matter how many entered, they would all die.
"Young man, would you lend us the Source Heaven Scroll for a look? Let us study it together to decipher the immortal pool, so that all fellow Daoists present may share in the immortal fortune." Ouyang Ye stroked his long beard, speaking with a sinister tone.
"This old thing is about to make his move. Don't stay too close to me." Ye Fan warned quietly.
"How can that be? Now that the dragon essence has withdrawn, you can't borrow the power of the Qinling great dragon. Let us help you!" Dongfang Ye said.
"No matter. I have my own means to kill him." Ye Fan shook his head.
Others also stepped forward, offering to join him. "He's just an origin earth master. I can wipe him out with the Demon Emperor Nine Slashes—no problem at all."
"Rest assured. Though the power of the Qinling great dragon has withdrawn, there are other wonders underground. This is the ancient immortal pool, containing infinite mysteries that I can use." Ye Fan smiled.
Hearing this, they relaxed. Li Heishui glanced at Ouyang Ye and said, "Old bastard, you're really asking for it—courting death!"
"Insolent junior who doesn't know his place." Ouyang Ye's face darkened as he stared at Ye Fan, then swept his gaze around. "Ye Fan, you want to monopolize the immortal pool—many fellow Daoists won't agree. A man's heart is never satisfied; a snake tries to swallow an elephant. Who knows, you might even lose the Primordial Qi Cauldron you carry here."
This was clearly tearing off all pretense to make a move, deliberately pointing out the supreme sacred artifact of a great emperor to incite others to kill Ye Fan.
"You're truly a snob." Ye Fan was unafraid, wading through the lake water, walking step by step toward Ouyang Ye, murderous aura surging.
"Young man, you don't know your limits. Though you have some reputation, you shouldn't show disrespect to senior figures!" Not far away, four old men emerged, two of them half-step great powers, blocking the way.
Ouyang Ye smiled smugly, leisurely flicking his sleeves, clasping his hands behind his back, standing tall with an air of detachment, watching the show from the sidelines.
"Relying on your age to throw your weight around—all of you, get out of my way! If I want to kill Ouyang Ye, no one can stop me!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"Still young after all, with such a hot temper. Don't you know that's how you die easily? Geniuses have always died young—do you want to follow their path?" one of them said darkly.
"Scram!" Ye Fan shouted, flicking his sleeve, which transformed into a blue light and lashed forward.
"Junior, you seek death!" The man at the early Immortal Platform First Layer spoke coldly, raising his hand to strike back.
"Bam!"
The two clashed violently. Ye Fan stood unmoving, while the old man was sent flying like a broken puppet by the long sleeve, coughing up blood, his face as pale as gold paper.
Seeing this, another man stepped forward. A divine light flashed in his palm as he sacrificed a dragon-scaled scissors, which turned into a streak of light flying toward Ye Fan. Two flood dragons crossed, aiming to cut Ye Fan in half.
"Bam!"
Ye Fan spat out a strand of innate essence, extinguishing the dragon-scaled scissors like blowing out a candle. The unified primal force shook the man, making him spit blood and fly sideways.
"Nothing special!" Ye Fan stood tall, striding forward.
"What?!" The crowd exclaimed in shock.
Almost no one could believe it. Ye Fan had effortlessly severely injured two Immortal Platform First Layer experts—not by borrowing dragon qi, but with his own power.
"Immortal Platform First Layer experts defeated so easily, yet there's a difference of seven or eight minor realms!"
"Eight restrictions—he's touched the eight restrictions domain!"
Immediately, sect master-rank figures changed color, instantly guessing the truth. Otherwise, it would be impossible to cross so many realms in battle.
The human body had five great secret realms: Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, and Immortal Platform. Among them, the Immortal Platform was the most special—each layer was equivalent to an entire previous secret realm, with enormous gaps in power.
The Immortal Platform First Layer alone was equivalent to nine minor realms, though not so finely divided, only distinguished as early, middle, and peak stages.
"Eight restrictions... after so many years, someone has touched the eight restrictions domain again!" Senior figures all changed color. Such people were rare throughout history, usually growing into earth-shaking, invincible powerhouses.
Ye Fan had revealed eight-restriction combat power before, but it hadn't spread, so the world didn't know. Now, for the first time, people were shocked and astounded.
"Eight restrictions..." Everyone could only murmur those three words.
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi showed a strange expression. Holy Son Yao Guang flashed a trace of surprise. The second beauty of Central Province, Princess Yue Ling, had divine light gleaming in her eyes. The kings of the five domains were all moved... The younger generation had mixed feelings.
Various sect masters also showed rare, grave expressions, all silent, their minds racing with unknown thoughts.
Everyone's gaze focused on Ye Fan. Eight restrictions were rare throughout history—once touched, one would eventually become invincible under heaven, as the ancients had interpreted.
"Eight restrictions is nothing. Before one grows up, it's just that—kill him and it's over. If he doesn't become a great accomplishment sacred body, anything is possible." Ouyang Ye said sinisterly.
This was a reminder to everyone: kill him early, now was the best opportunity, and there was the Primordial Qi Cauldron to take.
The two remaining old men blocking the way now struck with lethal force. They were half-step great powers, at the peak of the Immortal Platform First Layer.
One opened his mouth and spat out a copper tower an inch tall, which instantly expanded to over ten zhang, descending to cover Ye Fan's head, trying to suppress him.
"Junior, even if you achieve eight restrictions, I'll crush you like an ant with absolute realm superiority. Before you grow up, you're nothing!"
The other man's eyes were also sinister. He spat out a bronze figurine, initially an inch tall, but quickly transforming into a giant with the strength to move mountains. With one step, the mountains shook violently.
"Not yet accomplished—just an ant. One stomp and it's over. The so-called future is just an empty dream. I won't let you grow up!"
The two laughed coldly, each sacrificing their artifacts to obliterate Ye Fan, having long decided not to give him a chance to grow.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, primal energy erupted, dharma power vast as the sea. A beam of immortal light surged from the pool. Ye Fan's right hand enlarged, grabbing the ten-zhang copper tower, seizing it, then swung it down like a straw.
"What?!" The half-step great power was shocked and retreated decisively.
But it was too late. Like a deity, Ye Fan pressed down with the copper tower, shattering the half-step great power into a pile of bloody mud—he couldn't resist at all.
"Thud!"
Ye Fan swung the copper tower, heavily striking the bronze man. The two artifacts erupted with brilliant flames and both shattered. At the same time, the other half-step great power was smashed, bones broken and sinews snapped, body and spirit annihilated, leaving nothing behind.
In an instant, two half-step great powers were dead. By the immortal pool, the crowd retreated, dead silent.
Ye Fan could draw on the power of the immortal pool, still able to fight top sacred lords, making many feel something was terribly wrong.
"The Source Heaven Scroll is truly extraordinary..." Ouyang Ye was horrified. He couldn't summon the power of this place, but Ye Fan had done it. He laughed coldly, source patterns emerging beneath his feet.
In an instant, Ye Fan's hair stood on end. An intense sense of crisis surged into his heart. He activated the Stride Art and dodged aside like lightning.
"Bam!"
A small sun flew out, blazing with golden light, evaporating the spot where Ye Fan had stood. Mist flowed, and everything ceased to exist.
Divine source blocks!
These were human-head-sized divine source blocks, densely covered with carved patterns, containing infinite mysteries, capable of leveling endless mountain ranges in an instant.
Divine light blazed. Three more divine source blocks emerged, similar in size, hovering in midair. Violent divine power fluctuations destroyed everything, source patterns densely packed.
"Ouyang Ye, you're insane!" Ye Fan's heart turned cold, as if falling into an ice cellar.
Each divine source block was worth five hundred thousand catties of pure source. Four large blocks, engraved with profound source arts—once broken open, everything within a hundred li would be annihilated, turned to scorched earth.
"Don't worry. This is the Four Symbols Source Heaven Array. It will only refine you, not harm others. Kid, I'll send you to meet the past origin heavenly masters!" Ouyang Ye laughed eerily, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Four human-head-sized divine source blocks arranged on all sides, trapping Ye Fan in the center, radiating terrifying auras. Golden divine light shot into the sky, like four suns hanging there.
Dense source heaven divine patterns glowed, surging out together. Each divine source block transformed into a celestial spirit, emitting a suffocating power.
A small dragon, a divine phoenix, an immortal tiger, a black tortoise—each only a foot long, all golden, lifelike, guarding the four directions. Each opened its mouth and spat out a stream of light, beginning to refine Ye Fan.
With a great tremor, the Primordial Qi Cauldron emerged, hovering above Ye Fan's head, dripping strands of mysterious yellow qi, protecting him within.
The four divine source blocks contained infinite divine power, putting enormous pressure on him. He sat cross-legged on the ground, forming hand seals, drawing the immortal light from the pool for his use.
He carved characters in the void, clanging loudly. Each character flashed with metallic luster, imprinting into nothingness, ringing like heavenly swords unsheathing.
"Immortal-Sealing Six Seals?!" Ouyang Ye was greatly shocked. Ye Fan's progress in source arts was too fast, beyond his understanding. In just a few years, this source heaven forbidden art had reached the third seal!
The Immortal-Sealing Six Seals' status in source arts was like the peerless secret arts deduced by human great emperors, at the pinnacle, containing infinite mysteries, ineffably profound.
"I can even seal great powers, and you..." Ouyang Ye's face turned pale as he stumbled backward.
Ye Fan unleashed the Immortal-Sealing Six Seals. One ancient character after another leaped out, imprinting into the void, forming a network of patterns, tearing open a corner of the Four Symbols Source Spirit Array.
With the Primordial Qi Cauldron hanging above his head, he stood up and slowly walked outward, pressing forward.
"Not good!" Ouyang Ye changed color, showing a trace of fear.
"No matter." Just then, a great power beside him stepped forward and shouted, "Get back in there!"
This was a great power from the Xiao Family of Central Province, which, like the Yin Yang Sect, had a great grudge against Ye Fan. Ouyang Ye had been hired by them. The man reached out a hand to cover the gap, trying to knock Ye Fan back into the source array and turn him to ashes.
"Don't act rashly!" Ouyang Ye yelled, but it was too late. Ye Fan channeled the divine power the great power had struck at him, quickly unraveling the source array, and stepped out in one move.
The foot-long dragon, divine phoenix, immortal tiger, and black tortoise all let out mournful cries, sinking back into the divine source blocks.
"Clang," "Clang"...
The ancient characters Ye Fan had carved flickered in the void, like sword cries, shaking heaven and earth. The four divine source blocks were suppressed.
Light flashed. Ye Fan sacrificed the cauldron and collected them inside. "This is truly a great gift. To thank you, I'll personally send you to ascend to immortality!"
With each step he took forward, a patch of immortal light surged from the lake water, swirling around him. After nine steps, his entire body was radiant, every inch of flesh nearly transparent.
Boundless immortal light enveloped him. With every gesture, he could almost command heaven and earth, wield the origin of the Dao, and dominate many great powers!
"You can't kill him." The Xiao Family great power sneered.
Additionally, two great powers from the Yin Yang Sect were near the immortal pool, emerging from the shadows, pressing forward. Their main force was at the dragon cave.
Three great powers acted together, all wanting to kill Ye Fan. Ouyang Ye finally calmed down—his allies hadn't abandoned him. He sneered incessantly, staring at Ye Fan.
"Whoever blocks my path falls dead at my feet, blood splattering five steps!" Ye Fan was unwavering, walking forward.
Among the younger generation, the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, Holy Son Yao Guang, Princess Yue Ling, and the kings of the five domains were all shaken, staring intently at the scene, focused on this battle.
Various sect masters also had grave expressions, fixed on the figures in the arena.
"Splash!"
The lake water boiled, surging with endless immortal light, drowning Ye Fan. The battle began. Four figures moved like dragons soaring through clouds, causing mountain collapses and tidal waves in a fierce clash.
"In this place, his combat power truly rivals sacred lords!"
Ye Fan moved with great openness and decisiveness. Immortal light was like a sea. He was like a true dragon leaping, his palm fingers constantly collapsing the void.
Soon after, Ouyang Ye shouted, "Not good!" But it was too late—nothing could be stopped.
Wherever Ye Fan's palm struck the void, imprints flickered. The Immortal-Sealing Six Seals appeared, sealing the three great powers within. He had used the immortal light to accomplish all this.
"I said—whoever blocks me dies!"
Ye Fan sacrificed one of the divine source blocks from the cauldron, then triggered it. He withdrew from this sealed area.
"Boom!"
Blinding divine light surged. Within a narrow space, everything ceased to exist. The small realm was smelted, returning to the primordial.
"Ah..." The great powers' heart-rending screams rang out.
The divine source block, engraved with infinite innate patterns, exploded. The scene was terrifying, like a sun shattering. But all this was contained within the Immortal-Sealing Six Seals.
"No..." Ouyang Ye screamed. The divine source block was his creation, costing a tremendous amount, but in the end, it had killed his own people.
"Damn Immortal-Sealing Six Seals!" He roared.
All onlookers felt a chill from head to toe. In this place, Ye Fan could summon the power of the immortal pool for his use—it was truly terrifying.
Three great powers—just like that, they were finished!
When everything calmed down, the characters imprinted in the void dimmed. The immortal light could no longer hold out. The power triggered by the divine source block was too terrifying.
The narrow space was unsealed. One person had been annihilated, body and spirit. The other two had broken bodies, stumbling out, but their dharma power was completely lost—they could no longer fight.
"Bam!"
Ye Fan struck out with a palm, shattering one body. He raised his foot and kicked sideways, turning the last one to ash.
"Don't kill me!" Ouyang Ye screamed, retreating in terror.
Who would dare block now? Three great powers had died horribly. No one was willing to fight Ye Fan in this place—it wasn't worth it.
"I said, no one can save you!" Ye Fan stepped forward and pointed. A bloody hole appeared in Ouyang Ye's head. He let out a sharp cry, fell backward, and died on the spot.
"Boom!"
At the root of another great mountain, the dragon cave shook violently. Various sect masters were all making their moves, vying for the divine pearl.
"Crack!"
The divine pearl, over a meter in diameter, finally split under the power of many sacred lords. Inside, a humanoid creature covered in red fur tumbled out.
"What? The dragon pearl contained such a creature?!" The crowd was astonished.
"Roar..." The red-furred humanoid opened its eyes, shooting out two beams of blood light. With a great roar, it made all the sacred lords' qi and blood surge, nearly fainting.
"What is that?" On the immortal pool, the crowd looked down, seeing everything in the ancient cave, all turning pale with terror.
"The third-generation origin heavenly master... in his later years, he encountered misfortune and grew to this state. What exactly is he?" Ye Fan's heart shook. He opened his divine eyes to observe carefully.
The later years of an origin heavenly master held too many terrifying secrets. This must be the third-generation master, with all the misfortune concentrated in one body—perhaps it was about to be revealed.
"Boom!"
An even more chilling aura erupted, surging from the deepest part of the ancient dragon cave, making everyone's soul tremble, nearly forcing them to kneel.
"There really is an ancient sacred spirit!" The sick old man's eyes shot out two terrifying beams of light. He muttered to himself, "If no ancient great emperor emerges, who can contend with it?"
"Aiyo!" By the immortal pool, many couldn't withstand this pressure and collapsed. One young man even fell into the lake. Struggling to get up, he grabbed a green copper block from the lakebed, on which grew a small azure lotus.