# Chapter 661: Ancient Emperor Mountain Waves Arrive
Before Ye Fan even approached the Ancient Heavenly Court, he sensed a divine energy that could shatter one's soul—an indescribable fluctuation that reached the very origin of a person.
"It seems my future heavenly tribulations will be quite something. When I cross tribulations from now on, maybe the entire Heavenly Court will come crashing down!"
Ye Fan naturally wouldn't recklessly approach. Even now, two human-shaped lightning bolts kept him fully occupied. He fought without cease, his body drenched in blood, nearly killed several times.
Strangely enough, the human-shaped lightning was peculiar. One bolt matched his strength evenly, and two bolts were still the same—never surpassing him, yet never weaker, maintaining a perfect balance.
"Boom"
Finally, a third human-shaped lightning bolt appeared. A humanoid creature... Could it be that he was about to undergo a qualitative leap soon?
Thinking about this question, many people shuddered. Ye Fan's advancement speed might be very fast. He might break through multiple levels in succession soon. In the future, who could control him?
In the Immortal Platform Secret Realm, the first layer tempered and condensed powerful divine sense, like grinding a blade on a whetstone. Only after the second layer would other human treasures begin to open, unleashing boundless combat power.
"He's only at the first layer of the Immortal Platform realm. His combat power is still hard to define. It will only manifest when he masters an ancient scripture for cultivation."
"And you—forty-nine days ago, you also made a move, right?" Ye Fan's divine eyes flashed like lightning as he looked toward another direction. Raising his hand, he expanded his magical power (fali).
"Ah..."
A loud cry came from afar. Another half-step great power was forcibly confined (jujin) over. This person was very strong, sacrificing a white bone banner. He shook it fiercely, and ten thousand swords slashed wildly.
"Clang"
Ye Fan pointed with his finger, shooting out a golden finger force that shattered all ten thousand sword beams. Then a golden great hand pressed down, and with a "puff," it shattered the white bone banner.
The surrounding crowd was shocked. The Eight Forbidden Domain was indeed terrifying, rarely seen since ancient times. Ye Fan was already this domineering upon reaching the Immortal Platform. Touching the Eight Forbidden, he was almost invincible at the first layer of the Immortal Platform!
"Kill!"
This half-step great power didn't want to wait for death. He spat out a golden skull from his mouth. Initially only an inch tall, it rapidly enlarged, becoming a golden skull furnace.
"A Saint Lord-rank weapon, interwoven with Dao principles."
Ye Fan remained unmoved. The Primordial Qi Cauldron flipped over and flew out, crashing into it with a "bang," shattering the golden skull on the spot.
"This cauldron has been promoted to a Saint Lord-rank weapon. Continuously experiencing heavenly tribulations, it has already interwoven its own Dao marks!"
The crowd was astonished. This cauldron, like Ye Fan himself, was beginning to take shape. Its material was so precious, rare throughout history. Once it interwove Dao marks, it would be extremely terrifying.
"The Primordial Qi Cauldron truly matches the Sacred Body..." Some people sighed as well.
"Puff"
The ancient, unadorned cauldron vibrated lightly. The half-step great power immediately shattered inch by inch, dissolving into the void, dying on the spot.
The powerful Sacred Body, having just entered the Immortal Platform, displayed such combat power, startling all directions. Many major powers had people arriving, all astonished.
"Now, suppressing the Sacred Body is a bit late. Eliminating him would require paying a great price."
"Not necessarily. If a Saint Lord wielded an undamaged ancient saint's weapon to kill him, he would have no escape whether ascending to heaven or entering the earth!"
Of course, people could only discuss this privately. To kill Ye Fan, there were many powerful combat forces, but the key was whether they could corner him.
"Easier said than done. He has Source Art, able to change forms without a trace. Now that he's shown himself, he's in the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, where no rash action can be taken."
"You people are truly bold!" Ye Fan sneered coldly. He saw some people from hostile forces who hadn't reached the half-step great power realm, hiding in the shadows.
"Puff," "Puff"...
Ye Fan struck continuously. One after another, blood blossoms bloomed. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people died unnatural deaths, all cut down.
"What? Has he cultivated a Heavenly Eye or something? How can nothing escape his detection?" The remaining enemies all fled.
But there were still many people here. Over the past month, many great sects had received news and arrived here. The talents of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion needed no mention—they had been watching all along.
Several great powers from the Ji Family were here, holding a Blood Red Divine Lamp—a damaged weapon left by an ancient saint—deterring many. The Extraordinary Scholars Mansion itself was unfathomably deep, and no one wanted to provoke it or cause trouble here.
In the distance, Moon Spirit Princess's heart trembled. The Nine Li Imperial Dynasty had once robbed Ye Fan, and things likely wouldn't end well. If the Sacred Body developed at this rate, it would certainly be a powerful pressure.
The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, the Divine King Physique of the Jiang Family, the strong from the Southern Ridge, the mendicant from the Western Desert, the king from the Central Province—all were unsettled, silently watching.
At this moment, the younger generation felt different things, all under tremendous pressure.
"Kid, pay your debts!"
The last person wasn't confined (jujin) by Ye Fan but came forward on his own. Duan De, his face dark, charged to the front with a broken bowl on his head.
The aggrieved party had arrived!
Ye Fan really couldn't make a move. First, he was somewhat in the wrong. Second, the other party had half an Imperial weapon. If they really fought, he would definitely be unlucky.
"Daoist Duan, long time no see. Are you well?"
"Well your grandpa! You bastards even stole my underwear. Stop putting on airs! My Nine Divine Weapons, my Longevity Lock, my eighteen Divine Pearls, my Heavenly Demon Lamp... spit them all out!"
In the distance, people burst out laughing. Dongfang Ye wanted to slip away. Hairpins, socks, shoes—nothing was spared. Naturally, he was the one who did it, stripping Duan De bare.
Ye Fan's head ached. Fatty Duan was hard to deal with. Would they really have to fight? Expecting him to return the Nine Divine Weapons was impossible.
"That fatty got looted too—serves him right!" In the distance, Ji Ziyue puffed with anger.
The Ji Family great powers were also grinding their teeth. Fatty Duan had visited their cemetery, digging open the tomb of an invincible Divine King from ancient times. They hadn't caught him then.
"Return my weapons!" Duan De gnashed his teeth.
Every weapon he mentioned was a King-level divine weapon, all famous, having left endless prestige on this land, known throughout the world.
"King-level divine weapons! What's his background? He managed to collect them all?" Everyone was shocked. This fatty wasn't unfamiliar to them, but they could never figure him out.
"Brother Duan, don't be angry. Think back to those days when you were full of vigor and we hit it off at first sight. Have you forgotten? All those spiritual weapons that flew out of the Demon Emperor's tomb—I gave them all to you without a single complaint. Now that your brother is short on resources and wants to borrow a few weapons, you act like this. That's really not brotherly." Ye Fan said.
Mentioning past events, Fatty Duan's heart ached. Thinking of missing out on the Green Copper, he said painfully, "Let's not talk about anything else. Give me a piece of that old copper, and we'll call it even. We'll still be friends."
"No problem." Ye Fan stepped forward, putting his arm around Duan De's shoulder. "Brother Duan, you've seen that your brother has suffered a great calamity. Many people want to kill me. Lend me the Devouring Demon Jar for half a year, okay?"
"I heard you have several ancient scriptures on you. Lend them to Brother Duan for two years of study, alright?"
One suppressed with the Sacred Body's physical form, the other intimidated with the Devouring Demon Jar. Arms around each other's shoulders, they haggled wildly as they walked deeper into the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion.
"Fatty Duan, what do you want Source Heaven Divine Arrays for? Damn it, you want me to carve a hundred at once? You think it's as easy as drinking cold water?!"
"Is a hundred too many? You just flick your finger and they're done. You felt pretty good looting those King-level divine weapons from me, didn't you? How about I loot you every now and then too?!"
"Go to hell, Duan De! One Resentment Heaven Divine Array requires a million runes (fuwen) and four heads of Divine Source the size of a human head. Why don't you go rob someone? See if you can find that much even opening a Holy Land's treasury!"
"Kid, aren't you an Origin Heavenly Master? Take a stroll through the Northern Domain and you'll have everything. How about this—carve fifty for me, that should work, right?"
"Fatty Duan, go die! One Resentment Heaven Divine Array is worth two million catties of pure Source. You couldn't find that much Divine Source even digging open an Great Emperor's tomb!"
"I'm not asking you to give them all to me now. You can owe me first. Just carve ten or eight for me now, okay?" Since Fatty Duan saw Ouyang Ye's Source Heaven Divine Array, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Later learning that Ye Fan had used it to kill great powers made him even more tempted.
"What do you need so many Source Heaven Divine Arrays for anyway?" Ye Fan was very puzzled.
"The Northern Emperor—isn't he planning to target Ancient Emperor Mountain? He wants to retrieve the Primordial Bell. How could such a matter lack me, Duan someone? I want to see Emperor Wu Shi."
"Damn Duan De, that bastard Teng..."
"Damn it, kid, why are you cursing me? Just curse the Northern Emperor. Come with me to Ancient Emperor Mountain."
Ye Fan's mind churned. The Northern Emperor truly dared to act, actually planning to target Purple Mountain. Even Imperial weapons couldn't open it back then. Could he succeed?
"I'm not going. That's pure suicide. I don't want to throw my life away for nothing."
"Kid, don't regret it. The Northern Emperor has persuaded some ancient royal clans. They might be able to enter Purple Mountain. Who knows, they might even carry out Emperor Wu Shi's corpse."
"Do you have any other news?" Ye Fan asked.
"Too much news. This past month, the Eastern Wasteland has been very unsettled. Many things have happened." Fatty Duan patted his shoulder. "Come with me, Daoist. With your Source Art and my divine techniques, together we'll be invincible."
"No. I don't want to die." Ye Fan shook his head.
"You should know, those King-level divine weapons of mine are priceless. No one can afford them. You looted them all at once. How do you want to settle this account? Help me out to pay off the debt."
"Go die. Why didn't you say anything when you robbed my spiritual weapons? What about those weapons?"
"I used them all to sacrifice weapon souls, to better control the Devouring Demon Jar. Don't count on getting them back."
"Then we're even!"
"Are you really so indifferent? Even that dog in the Eastern Wasteland has gone crazy. Aren't you tempted?" Duan De said.
"Go to hell with your analogy! Tell me what happened."
"That dog in the Eastern Wasteland is too sinister. It trapped (keng) and killed several great powers and nearly crippled Wang Teng. It's the same annoying dog as you. Don't you want to go see it?"