# Chapter 658: Yin-Yang Death Curse
In the dead of night, the mountain peak was very clear and bright. A divine moon hung high in the sky, casting down white light like clear spring water bubbling forth. Occasionally, a night bird would cry out.
Ye Fan stood on a mountain rock, his heart shaken. How did the other party know these secrets? Had an old friend fallen into his hands?
"How do you know this?"
Southern Demon Qi Lin, with his tall and imposing stature, dignified bearing, thick black hair, and piercing eyes, said: "I witnessed all of this in the ancient Demon Emperor Hall. I saw your boat descending from the sky, landing in the Ancient Forbidden Land..."
"How is this possible? How could you, in the Southern Ridge, have seen what happened in the Eastern Wasteland?!" Ye Fan was greatly shocked.
The distance between the Southern Ridge and the Eastern Wasteland could be measured in astronomical numbers, extremely far. A cultivator would have to fly for over ten years to reach it. How could a person see through such a great distance?
"The ancient Demon Emperor Hall left behind from antiquity contains a blood sacrifice altar. On it grows a Heavenly-Earth Dharma Eye, one of the most precious immortal treasures in heaven and earth!"
"If a person's magical power is strong enough, they can use this Dharma Eye to observe the three realms and six paths, the cosmic star domains, and see through the past and future. However, this eye can only be activated by an ancient Great Emperor. The required magical power is too vast, something a normal person simply cannot bear."
Therefore, although such a Heavenly-Earth Dharma Eye existed, the many great demons in the Demon Emperor Hall could not fully investigate all matters under heaven. Only during the ten-thousand-year cycle, when the Dharma Eye would flash on its own, could it be briefly utilized.
Since ancient times, the greatest problem troubling cultivators has been life and death. No one can achieve eternal life, not even the ancient Great Emperors.
For this reason, during this ten-thousand-year cycle, several generation-spanning old demons used it to observe the seven great Forbidden Zones of Life in the Eastern Wasteland, seeking the secrets of the Divine Immortality Pills.
And it was precisely because of this that they happened to discover the Nine Dragons Coffin descending from the sky, crashing into the Ancient Forbidden Land, with over a dozen extraterrestrial visitors emerging. One could imagine the shock in their hearts.
"Since ancient times, there have been legends of extraterrestrial visitors, but I never thought I would witness it with my own eyes." Qi Lin's eyes were bright and spirited, with sun and moon rising, dragons and phoenixes flying out, their radiance dazzling, very mysterious and extraordinary.
"That's right, we come from outside, inexplicably arriving at this end of the starry sky..." At this point, Ye Fan had no need to hide anything.
Qi Lin took a step out of the Demon Emperor Hall, descending from the sky as if stepping on a heavenly ladder, his black hair flying, possessing a unique aura befitting a world-shaking demon king.
He had no intention of making a move. He sat cross-legged on the ground and asked Ye Fan about everything at the other end of the starry sky. This was very important to him. Different star domains, different foundations—this was a collision of ideas. Ye Fan's past and various experiences were like a thousand-year divine treasure for the people of this world.
Ye Fan responded calmly, speaking of some scenes from across the starry sky. This made Southern Demon yearn with fascination. "The world beyond the domain—how vast is it?"
Ye Fan also asked him about many secrets of this world. The two sat facing each other for most of the night. Finally, Southern Demon stood up and said, "If I cannot personally visit that world, it is ultimately but a dream, an empty flower."
"Is there a stellar ancient path leading beyond the domain here? Can you find it?"
"Not a single clue. I have no idea. I suspect it is not within the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion..." Southern Demon shook his head and turned to leave.
Afterward, for the next several days, Southern Demon would come every late night. Their relationship was very special, each seeking and verifying what they needed from the other.
On the final night, before leaving, Southern Demon said, "In the future, when we contend on the path of the Great Emperor, if you are defeated, I will let you go, repaying the favor of today."
After that, he never appeared again. The powerful Southern Demon was unfathomably deep. Even a wisp of his divine thought manifesting was enough to look down upon the younger generation. He was very mysterious.
Now, at this point, Ye Fan, as a Sacred Body, would inevitably have to contend with others on the path of the Great Emperor. Even those with whom he had no conflict could not avoid a battle.
This was a helpless choice, because in one world, one era, there could only be one Great Emperor. Two could never be born. Many kings rising together appeared prosperous, but in the end, there was endless sorrow.
The path of the Emperor was a road of no return. One could only advance. Falling behind by even one step meant staining the yellow earth with blood. Only by stepping over the corpses of kings and advancing all the way could one succeed.
Losing once, making one mistake, could lead to eternal damnation, with no path of survival left, and one's body and Dao would perish!
Southern Demon had no great enmity with Ye Fan, but the future would inevitably bring a life-and-death battle. It was unavoidable, with no right or wrong—just the cruel choice of walking the path of the Emperor.
Ye Fan's arrival at the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion caused a sensation. In the past few days, people often came to visit out of admiration, watching from afar. There were those who admired him, and even more who were unconvinced or hostile.
"Little Leaf, you're such an unqualified follower. Wherever you go, you attract people's attention and cause trouble." Little Moon of the Ji Family complained.
"When did I become your follower?"
"I'm leading you around everywhere, searching for that stellar ancient path. You follow behind me—what else would you be but a follower?" Ji Ziyue blinked her big eyes and said discontentedly.
"That counts?..." Ye Fan was speechless.
These past few days, he had asked Ji Ziyue to help find the stellar ancient path, which caused the Ji Family's Divine King Physique to glare at him with black and white eyes, watching him like a thief, afraid he would steal away the Ji Family's Little Moon.
After the Qinling battle, the Ji Family had greatly strengthened their protection of Ji Ziyue, not allowing any mishap to befall her.
And it was precisely because of this battle that countless major powers and immortal inheritances had come to visit, all with one purpose—to propose marriage, all wanting to form an alliance.
What physique Ji Ziyue possessed, those major powers did not know. Only Peacock King and a few others with extremely broad knowledge understood, but that did not hinder people's high regard for her.
She could borrow the power of heaven and earth, pushing Ye Fan to a height where he could contend with a Saint Lord. This had stunned everyone at the time. Such a physique was absolutely extraordinary and unparalleled.
"Sacred Body, stop! I want to duel with you!" Finally, someone could no longer hold back. They stepped forward, blocking Ye Fan's path, challenging him.
Within the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, private fights were not allowed. Only challenges, with the other party's consent, could proceed. This was all to protect the weak.
"Who are you? Do I know you?" Ye Fan glanced at the other party.
"Knowing or not knowing is irrelevant. What matters is that I don't like the look of you. I just want to suppress you to death!" The newcomer was very arrogant, almost pointing at Ye Fan's nose and cursing.
"Are you tired of living?" Beside him, Pang Bo was impulsive, wanting to step forward and slap him to death.
"Sacred Body, dare you fight me? No source arts, just a contest of true cultivation!" This young man was very conceited. His voice was loud, startling many nearby cultivators.
"Fine, I'll fight you!" Ye Fan nodded in agreement.
"Little Leaf, something's not right. Aside from the Northern Emperor and a few other heaven-defying prodigies, who else dares to make a move against you now? This person, though strong, is far from the Northern Emperor." Pang Bo was suspicious.
The Absolute Immortal Platform was the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion's dedicated dueling ground. Ye Fan ascended it and, facing the shouting man, immediately sacrificed a black war chariot, rumbling as it rolled over.
"Is this for real? A legendary king-level divine weapon? How can we fight this? Invincible at the same level—even a dozen people wouldn't be enough to kill!"
"You're cheating!" The man opposite was so frightened he shot into the sky, not daring to take it head-on.
"No one said I couldn't use it. A quick resolution is better!" Ye Fan really couldn't be bothered to fight, using his treasure to forcefully suppress his opponent, not wanting to waste time.
"Boom!"
The black ancient war chariot flew up, striking the man opposite, causing him to cough up large mouthfuls of blood. His body cracked all over, and he fell screaming onto the Absolute Immortal Platform. If not for the rule forbidding killing opponents, this person would surely have died. "Someone like you dares to challenge?" Pang Bo shook his head.
However, the matter did not end there. In the following half month, people kept jumping out to challenge Ye Fan, drawing in many participants.
Then, things finally escalated to real anger. Someone wanted a life-or-death duel on the Dragon-Slaying Platform before the mountain gate. Ye Fan was very tough, refusing no one. Within two days, he had killed three in a row.
"Let's have a life-or-death battle in the immortal vein! Fight with no restraints!" Finally, someone went further, wanting a duel with no regard for consequences, an endless feud with Ye Fan.
"Are they tired of living? The truly heaven-defying prodigies haven't made a move. Have these people eaten celestial gall?" Pang Bo was even more hesitant.
"This is a step-by-step attempt to lure me out of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, away from the perception range of the mansion's great powers. Someone wants to kill me." Ye Fan sneered disdainfully.
"What do you plan to do?"
"This immortal vein contains Grand Dragon Qi. I'll carve some array patterns. If they dare to come, I'll leave them all here." Ye Fan said coldly.
Dongfang Ye said, "Brother Ye, the sacred bone you gave me was refined into my Wolf Fang Great Club by my grand-uncle. It can unleash a strike from a legendary saint weapon."
He handed over the wolf fang club, lending it to Ye Fan. This was truly a priceless saint weapon. Although it could only unleash one strike, it was absolutely capable of destroying heaven and earth.
An invincible king struck by an ancient saint's weapon would be reduced to ashes. A Saint Lord could not escape either. Holding this heavy wolf fang club, Ye Fan and Pang Bo's hearts pounded violently.
"Alright, with a saint weapon like this, no matter how many come, they'll all die!" Pang Bo said.
"Hiss!" Ye Fan sucked in a cold breath. "Could those people really be planning a major battle? They wouldn't have brought a saint weapon too, would they?"
Bringing an Extreme Imperial Weapon was impossible, because it had been used not long ago. The various immortal inheritances couldn't produce one immediately. They had to be used to suppress their foundations, and each time they were requested, a long preparation time was needed.
"Someone wants to kill me. Ziyue, go talk to your brother. Can you borrow a perfect, flawless legendary saint weapon?" Ye Fan said.
"You rascal, what do you think a saint's weapon is? Even immortal inheritances can barely use them. The Yin Yang Sect stands in the Central Province with just a Yin Yang Mirror, becoming a supreme great sect, and even once ruled the world invincibly..."
"Go talk to your brother. This time, we might even seize the Yin Yang Mirror and give it to your Ji Family as a betrothal gift." Ye Fan laughed.
"Go to hell! What are you thinking? An ancient saint's weapon contains a deity within. It's almost impossible to subdue. It's an invincible existence." Ji Ziyue rolled her eyes at him.
"The Central Province has Dragon-Seeking Earth Masters. This place is suitable for drawing out dragon qi. To counter my source arts... perhaps an extraordinary person has been invited this time." Ye Fan muttered to himself.
Five days later, Ye Fan left the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion and arrived at an immortal vein. As soon as he reached the place, without a word, he threw out over a thousand jade pieces, striking first, all carved with Source Heaven divine patterns.
One after another, loud sounds rang out. The Grand Dragon Qi contained in the underground ancestral roots all surged up. From afar came a terrifying fluctuation—a world-slaughtering killing formation had been activated.
"So they really did invite an extraordinary person, drawing upon the power of the underground ancestral roots." Ye Fan's heart tightened, but he had no fear. He had already struck first.
"Damn it!" From afar came curses. The Dragon-Seeking Earth Master's array patterns were being triggered, continuously destroying everything.
"Roar..."
A great dragon's roar sounded. From underground, eighty-one heavenly dragons shot up, all soaring into the sky, each thousands of zhang long. The great dragon formation was activated.
"Damn it, they really did bring in an extraordinary person." Ye Fan sneered.
Such ancestral root power, such a terrifying Grand Dragon Divine Formation, could absolutely grind several Saint Lords to death.
"Boom!"
From afar came a terrifying fluctuation. A blazing radiance shone down. An ancient mirror hung in the air, emitting a fluctuation that would make even a peerless king tremble.
"An ancient saint's weapon—the Yin Yang Mirror!" Ye Fan's heart pounded violently. Just as he had predicted, they had brought a saint weapon.
"Boom!"
Behind Ye Fan, a divine radiance flew up. A blood-red divine phoenix soared into the sky. A red-gold divine lamp blocked that terrifying beam of light, holding off the ancient Yin Yang Mirror.
"Such powerful force! No matter how many Saint Lords come, they would all die!" Pang Bo's heart was pounding with fear.
"This is only a replica of an ancient saint's weapon. Although it was made by a saint, it's not a true legendary saint weapon. It has flaws—it is incomplete." Behind them, Ji Haoyue appeared.
"Wang Yang Zhan! So your lifespan is nearly exhausted!" Ye Fan shouted loudly.
The Yin Yang Sect Leader appeared, with a red-black ancient mirror suspended above his head. His terrifying aura covered everything. His expression was wooden, lacking vitality, with a deathly pallor.
"Time waits for no one. My lifespan is dry. Today, I will remove you for my descendants!" The Yin Yang Sect Leader was helpless. He had lived for over three thousand years, but ultimately could not resist the erosion of time. His lifespan was exhausted, and he could no longer survive.
Originally, he should have died a few years ago. He had been using Dragon Marrow to extend his life, but ultimately failed to obtain the Dreamlike Divine Marrow. Ordinary Dragon Marrow no longer had any effect.
"Do you think this can kill me?" Ye Fan sneered coldly.
The Yin Yang Sect Leader's vitality was nearly extinguished. He was almost like a dead man. His smile was as terrifying as a fierce ghost. "The Yin Yang Mirror I brought is not that legendary saint weapon, but it was still made by a saint. I didn't expect a great power from the Ji Family to also come, holding a similar weapon."
Ye Fan's expression was cold. He looked at him quietly, saying nothing more.
"However, none of this matters. Inviting an extraordinary person and bringing an incomplete saint weapon are not the means to kill you." At this point, the Yin Yang Sect Leader shouted loudly: "What matters is that I have seen you. With just one look, you are dead!"
"Retreat!" Someone in the shadows shouted, warning in alarm.
But it was too late. A terrifying aura spread out, instantly locking onto Ye Fan.
"Boom!"
The Yin Yang Sect Leader's body shattered, sitting in meditation and passing away in this world, evaporating into a blazing light. Then it transformed into a fist-sized silver figure.
His left eye was black as ink, his right eye red as blood, extremely eerie. Although less than a palm's height, it made one's hair stand on end.
"Bad! The Yin Yang Sect's death curse—there is no solution in this world!"
"Killing the enemy, but oneself also falls into purgatory, suffering all the most terrible torments in the world before being annihilated. The Yin Yang Sect Leader values the Sacred Body so much that he has unleashed the Yin-Yang Death Curse at the moment of death!"
Great powers in the shadows exclaimed. Even they dared not approach, for touching it meant certain death.
"I am dead, but I have completely resolved the great threat for my descendants..." The Yin Yang Sect Leader roared.
One could imagine the pressure Ye Fan had brought upon them. His rise was unstoppable. This living fossil had resorted to such means, dragging him along even in death.
The silver figure, neither crying nor laughing, one eye black as ink, one eye red as blood, crossed through time and space. It could not be avoided, could not be shaken off. It pounced right in front of Ye Fan.
"Boom!"
Radiance of ten thousand zhang burst forth. The power of Yin-Yang life and death instantly buried Ye Fan within. The death curse activated. Boundless purgatory appeared. Senluo Hall and the underworld rose and fell, grinding everything to dust.
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