Chapter 659: Purgatory Saint Soul
The Yin-Yang Death Curse was the ultimate strike of every generation of Yin-Yang Sect Leaders before their death. Whether you were a Saint Lord or a Demon Lord, if struck by it, escape was impossible.
The Senluo Hell, the Ten Courts of Yama—all kinds of illusory scenes emerged, one pitch-black palace after another, grand and chilling, as if arriving in the realm of the dead.
The silver figure, less than a palm in height, was the embodiment of the Yin-Yang Sect Leader's lifelong combat power. His deathblow gathered all the strength of his life, transforming into a blazing radiance that buried Ye Fan beneath it.
"It's over, Little Leaf is doomed!"
"Damn it, the Yin-Yang Death Curse is unsolvable. Once struck, death is certain!"
Behind him, those who cared changed color. Even a Great Power would be useless; touching it meant certain death, with no way to resolve it.
"Little Leaf, hold on!" Ji Ziyue sat cross-legged in the void, her whole body radiating divine light. She borrowed boundless energy from heaven and earth to channel toward her brother, activating a crimson-gold divine lamp.
This was a damaged Saint Weapon, left behind by the Ji Family's ancient sage. Though greatly flawed and incomparable to a true legendary Saint Weapon, it possessed overwhelming power, more than enough to obliterate a Saint Lord.
The crimson-gold divine lamp was priceless. Three Great Powers had come to protect it, joining forces to assist Ji Haoyue, channeling the Divine King's origin to activate it.
"Chi!"
The ancient lamp flickered, having burned since ancient times without extinguishing. Red divine gold shimmered with crimson light, exceptionally bright. The lamp's flame blazed brilliantly as a divine phoenix soared into the sky, its cry echoing through the nine heavens.
The blood-red divine phoenix swept across the sky, obliterating countless array patterns. The mountain ranges ahead burned like paper in an instant, turning to ashes.
"Bo!"
On the other side, a black-red ancient mirror appeared, rising and falling. One side was pitch-black like ink, the other blood-red like crimson, emitting a beam of Yin-Yang death light.
"Clang!"
The blood-red divine phoenix clashed repeatedly with this ancient mirror. In just an instant, countless mountain ranges turned to dust, leaving nothing behind!
During this process, almost everyone in the area died, including two Great Powers who failed to escape.
This terrifying sight made those farther away tremble uncontrollably. These were just damaged replicas of ancient sage weapons, not true legendary sacred artifacts.
"The might of a sage is unshakable. A single drop of their essence blood can kill a top-tier Saint Lord. Even a damaged weapon, though mostly worn down, remains unstoppable."
"Little Leaf..." Everyone cried out. The blood-red divine phoenix was powerful, swirling around Ye Fan, but it couldn't dive down.
The Yin-Yang ancient mirror blocked the way, incredibly fearsome, devouring the power of heaven and earth, making it impossible to approach. Even if they got close, it would be hard to resolve, and might turn everything to ashes together.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt as if ten thousand arrows pierced his heart. The Yin-Yang Death Curse had struck his body, seeking to sever his soul. It was a bizarre power, seeping into every crack, hard to defend against.
Outside his body, various divine phenomena emerged—the Splendid Rivers and Mountains, the Immortal King Overlooking the Nine Heavens, the Golden Sea of Bitterness—but the most effective was the Yin-Yang Life-and-Death Diagram.
It tangled with the death curse, constantly evolving. A Yin-Yang diagram rose and fell, emitting a fearsome aura, surrounded by Senluo halls and ten directions of purgatory.
"Ye Fan, hold on!" Pang Bo roared, unleashing the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes, infused with his life essence, ready to strike.
"Bang!"
A Ji Family Great Power slapped him, using a technique to forcibly draw back his life essence and channel it back into his body. "It won't work. You'll only drag yourself in too."
"What do we do then?" Ji Ziyue asked, then thought for a moment. Opening her mouth, she spat out a beam of divine light, shooting toward Ye Fan like a ribbon.
"Ziyue, what are you doing?" Ji Haoyue was shocked. The divine phenomenon of the Sea Rising with the Bright Moon appeared—an endless blue sea with shimmering waves, a bright moon rising to block the divine light.
"This secret treasure is fused with your primordial spirit. You can't sacrifice it, let alone destroy it, or you'll fall!" The Ji Family Great Power was terrified, quickly stopping her.
"Chi!"
The divine light trembled, forcibly pulled back, and vanished into Ji Ziyue's body. She swayed, saying, "This is the divine object from the Bronze Immortal Hall. It should break the death curse. I'll be fine."
"No, you haven't fully merged with it. Using it recklessly now will bring a death calamity, a great disaster!" The Ji Family elder quickly sealed her, afraid she would act rashly.
In the distance, everyone was startled. They knew Ji Ziyue had a secret treasure in her body, but they didn't expect its origin to be so great.
Countless ages ago, someone carried half an "Immortal Corpse" out of the Bronze Immortal Hall, which was divided among the strongest Holy Lands of the Eastern Wasteland. The Ji Family obtained an immortal treasure from it, nurtured within Ji Ziyue's body.
Back in the Eastern Wasteland, Little Nannan had once shown a strange expression, saying Ji Ziyue had a treasure inside her—this was that very item.
The Yin-Yang Life-and-Death Curse was unique, seeping into every crack, undefendable by various secret arts. Once it locked onto someone, it would reach their very origin.
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's body shook violently. The Yin-Yang Death Curse entered his body, extinguishing all life force, surging with death energy, nearly destroying everything.
"Suppress!"
He shouted softly. Nine ancient characters appeared, sinking into his body. The nine imperial characters from the Dao Scripture flowed like mercury, instantly spreading to suppress the Yin-Yang Death Curse.
"It's no use. His cultivation level is too low. Even with the Great Emperor's array patterns, he can't truly activate them or unleash their real power!" In the distance, a Ji Family Great Power said.
The Yin-Yang Death Curse burned Ye Fan's divine power, destroying his life force, rampaging through his body, trying to devour him and completely turn him into a corpse.
This wasn't an ordinary attack but a curse of resentment, incredibly insidious, impossible to guard against. Once it locked onto a target's aura, it would persist until death.
"Immortal-Sealing Six Seals!"
In Ye Fan's eyes, a series of runes flickered. Countless stars shimmered as he inscribed characters within his own body with his divine thoughts, densely packed, forming a vast starry sky.
"Boom!"
Divine flames blazed, but it was still useless. The Yin-Yang Death Curse couldn't be erased. It was born from a primal source of heaven and earth, a formless, intangible substance.
"Ah..."
Ye Fan screamed. Golden blood flowed rapidly through his body, his heart thundering like a heavenly drum, the vibrations shaking people's eardrums.
The Yin-Yang Death Curse could kill a Saint Lord. He had only resisted this long thanks to his powerful physique. On the surface of Ye Fan's body, Yin-Yang runes appeared one after another, filled with death energy.
"Little Leaf!" Li Heishui and the others shouted, anxious but unable to help.
Ye Fan struggled to raise the Wolf Fang Great Club in his hand, borrowed from Dongfang Ye. It could unleash a trace of an ancient sage's weapon's power, but now it was useless.
Unless he destroyed himself too, there was no way. The curse was formless, already fused with him.
Ye Fan trembled all over, sitting cross-legged in the void. From the Wheel Sea, Dao Palace, Four Extremes, and Dragon Transformation secret realms, the sound of chanting scriptures arose, echoing through the heavens.
He cultivated four powerful ancient scriptures. Though all were incomplete, pieced together they were unmatched in the world, containing supreme Dao principles.
The scriptures were like thunder, like dragons, like phoenixes, like qilins, echoing through the nine heavens and ten lands, shifting and changing, dimming heaven and earth, yet still unable to erase the curse.
"The Sacred Body is astonishing, mastering various secret arts. If he reached the Saint Lord realm, he would be nearly invincible under heaven, able to break the Yin-Yang Death Curse. But now, his level is too low!" The Ji Family Great Powers were shocked.
"A living fossil's death curse, formed from their life, didn't instantly destroy him—truly terrifying!" Those from hostile forces felt a chill in their hearts. Such a Sacred Body was deeply concerning; if he grew up, who could oppose him?
"Break for me!"
Ye Fan roared, but still couldn't overcome it. The death curse was formless and intangible, entangled with his very origin. A living fossil's fatal strike was beyond his current level to resolve.
After countless attempts and efforts, all was futile. Ye Fan grew ruthless, ceasing resistance, guiding the death curse toward the depths of his Wheel Sea origin.
There, two pieces of green copper sat, unmoved, unresponsive. He used this to strike at the Central Province treasure.
"Boom!"
Boundless radiance shot from his body. Death energy boiled like a cauldron, exploding in all directions.
"The Sacred Body can still hold on..." People could hardly believe it.
The Yin-Yang Death Curse charged into the Wheel Sea, crashing into the two green copper pieces. It was immediately repelled, most of it scattered, forced out of the Wheel Sea's Life Spring Eye.
"Bastard!" Ye Fan cursed. The two old copper pieces sat unmoved, pushing back the death curse, then settling like boulders, doing nothing.
In the end, his expression changed. The curse surged toward his sea of consciousness, seeking to destroy his spirit!
If his physical body collapsed, it could be repaired. But if his divine sense was destroyed, he would cease to exist. Ye Fan let out a long roar, forced to prepare to abandon his physical body, first escaping with his divine thoughts.
In his brow, the golden lake pulsed. A golden figure, identical to him, stepped out, about to soar into the sky.
But death energy, like an abyssal sea, cut off the path ahead, trapping him before his brow, unable to escape.
"Damn it, the most terrifying aspect of the Yin-Yang Death Curse has manifested—burning all things, destroying all spirits!"
Those who understood retreated, their hearts trembling. The fearsome death curse had fully erupted, leaving no room for resolution.
"Heaven and earth as a furnace, Yin and Yang as fire, refining gods, annihilating all souls!"
This was the Yin-Yang Death Curse, created by the most powerful ancient sage of a bygone era. Legend said that in his twilight years, when he was invincible under heaven, he encountered an outer-domain deity, destroying his own body and erasing the god.
Heaven and earth were like a bronze furnace, the death curse like fire, burning fiercely, roasting Ye Fan's physical body, refining his divine sense.
"Rustle, rustle!"
The golden figure formed from Ye Fan's divine sense opened its mouth, inhaling, drawing an ancient diagram from the Primordial Qi Cauldron, draping it over itself.
Stars shimmered on it, like a starry sky map, flowing with dreamlike luster. This was the immortal treasure brought from the Chaos Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, once held by the Battle Saint Emperor and the Ruthless Great Emperor.
"Boom!"
The death curse erupted fully, but it couldn't destroy Ye Fan immediately, only burning him until he was nearly shattered.
"Still not dead!" In the distance, hostile forces felt a chill in their hearts. The Sacred Body's vitality was too strong. Even with secret treasures protecting him, he shouldn't last this long.
"Little Leaf, hold on! If you can't break it, exhaust the death curse's power!" Ji Ziyue shouted.
"Right! We've already worn out the Yin-Yang Sect Leader. Now wear out his death curse too, making his death pointless, leaving him with eternal regret!" Pang Bo and the others also yelled.
"He can last at most half an hour!"
"Maybe he can last a day!"
Hidden enemies sneered coldly, many ready to collect his corpse.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
One day, two days, three days...
Ye Fan really held on. He endured for a full eight days, still not dead, struggling on!
"Damn, is he a nine-life cat reincarnated?"
"Damn it, why is he still alive!"
Hostile forces grew restless but could do nothing. Eight days had passed, and the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion had been alerted. Several powerful vice-mansion masters arrived, setting up a ten-direction grand array to guard him.
Ten days, twenty days, thirty days...
A month passed. Ye Fan's bones were exposed, his flesh nearly withered, but he still lived.
"Why won't he die?!"
"Little Leaf, hold on! The death curse's power is almost exhausted!"
The reactions of hostile and friendly forces were completely opposite, but one thing was the same: their emotions were stirred, hard to calm.
This time, the Yin-Yang Death Curse had appeared, taking a full month without refining Ye Fan. It alarmed the major powers of the Central Province, with many great figures coming to watch.
Not to mention the talents of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion and the many young experts of the Central Province—all had come, with people watching the center every day.
After forty-nine days, Ye Fan's physical body was nearly burned through. His bones protruded, his flesh was decayed, his golden blood almost dry.
This was a purgatory-like torment. His divine sense wavered, the golden figure motionless, sitting before his brow, submerged in the death curse's flames.
Ye Fan knew he had endured not only because the Sacred Body's vitality surpassed others, but also because of the green copper pieces and the starry sky map. Though they did nothing, they were still of great use.
Heaven and earth as a furnace, Yin and Yang as fire, formed a terrifying divine furnace, manifesting physically, trapping Ye Fan inside for refinement.
"Boom!"
On the forty-ninth day, thunder and lightning suddenly raged in the sky. A great wind howled, and blazing electric light poured down like a river from the nine heavens.
"Perverted! He's undergoing tribulation at a time like this!"
"After forty-nine days of refinement, he wasn't killed, and now he breaks through!"
"How is this possible? The Sacred Body is too terrifying. Did the Yin-Yang Sect Leader die in vain? He's actually triggered a heavenly tribulation at the brink of death, using it to rise to a new level!"
Everyone found it unbelievable. Ye Fan was too tenacious. After being refined for forty-nine days without yielding, he broke through at this critical moment—truly perverted.
"Boom!"
Ten thousand bolts of lightning fell from the sky, more terrifying than any previous tribulation, because this time he was breaking through a major secret realm, not a minor stage.
Dragon Transformation Great Perfection—the dragon leaped to the Immortal Platform. The tribulation it triggered was terrifying beyond imagination!
In Ye Fan's withered body, a great dragon in his spine raised its head, charging straight for the Immortal Platform, becoming an eternal divine light, dominating the world.
This dragon had truly come to life. Now, to advance to a higher realm, it spat out an immortal pearl, transforming it into a supreme Immortal Platform!