Chapter 663: Greatly Breaching the Divine Land
A vast and majestic giant city stretched for a hundred li, its walls towering and magnificent, spanning across the land like a mountain range, gleaming with a cold, metallic luster.
It was filled with a solid sense of power, like an ancient divine city forged from dark gold, grand and imposing, pressing down on people until they could hardly breathe, bearing the marks of an ancient era.
And before such a giant city, there was only a single figure, standing alone against this magnificent city, appearing very tiny, forming a stark contrast.
One person challenging an entire divine city, standing alone against a great sect that had been passed down for over two hundred thousand years—this required immense courage!
Facing an immortal inheritance teeming with experts, Ye Fan’s expression was calm and composed. A gentle breeze blew, causing his green robes to rustle; he was utterly unperturbed.
“Ye, you vicious bandit! You dare to attack our Yin Yang Sect’s main city alone? Are you tired of living, or do you simply not know when to die?!”
A group of people stood atop the grand gate tower, all somewhat incredulous that one person would dare to come here, alone against a great sect that had been passed down for millennia.
“If you’re not convinced, come out and die!” Ye Fan stood tall, facing the Yin Yang Sect’s disciples in this manner.
“Who will go out and kill this little wretch for me?” a middle-aged man of some status shouted. One person attacking a great sect was not only an unheard-of tale but also an insult.
If this matter were to spread today, it would surely cause a sensation and damage the Yin Yang Sect’s reputation. A young cultivator daring to come alone to breach their city—how could they bear this shame?
“Set up the array patterns; don’t let him escape. I’ll go kill him!” A man in his thirties leaped down from the city wall, pouncing over like a great roc bird.
“Zheng,” “Zheng,” “Zheng”…
Rows of iron feathers, dark and intimidating, shot out like a rain of light, emitting metallic clangs and ringing sounds, filling the sky!
“Nine-Step Lethal Strike, Iron Feather Divine Plumes, indestructible and capable of piercing even a Great Power, refined from the divine wings left behind by a Black Luan Bird’s passing.” Behind him, an old man nodded to himself.
“Ka,” “Ka,” “Ka”…
Ye Fan made his move, transforming into a streak of light. His golden figure flashed past, shattering large swaths of black divine feathers in a continuous crackling sound. With one hand, he plucked a main feather and flung it out.
A streak of black light pierced through the void, crossing space, and then with a “pu” sound and a flash of blood, it pierced the newcomer’s brow, killing him on the spot.
“How can this be? How has he gained such formidable combat power? Is his strength comparable to a Saint Lord?!” The people on the city wall were shaken with fear.
“No, with his current strength, he can fight a Half-Step Great Power but absolutely cannot contend with a Sect Leader-level figure. He… is borrowing the dragon qi beneath the Yin Yang Divine City!” Someone discovered this fact.
Instantly, an old man gave orders to activate the divine city’s array patterns, gathering the dragon qi so it could not be used by outsiders.
“Ye, you little thief, hand over your life!” At that moment, six middle-aged men filed out, all at the peak of the first level of the Immortal Platform, all Half-Step Great Powers, their killing intent boiling.
By now, Ye Fan’s reputation was growing daily, to the point that even the previous generation’s super experts dared not face him alone. These six came out together, joining forces against the enemy.
“Report to the Sect Leader and the Elders that Ye, the little wretch, has arrived. We’ll strike first and kill him!” one of them said. The six strong men arrived outside the city.
“Do you think six of you can deal with me?” Ye Fan laughed coldly, striding forward.
“Mystic Heaven Slash!” One man roared, spitting out a stream of light like a hanging Milky Way descending from the sky, slashing toward Ye Fan’s head.
Ye Fan was unconcerned. He reached out his right hand and flicked it. With a “ding,” the light blade shattered, scattering in all directions.
“Indestructible Demon Wave!” On another side, a man shook a large bell, and demonic sounds surged like a tide, deafening, like thousands of troops and horses galloping.
“Duo!”
Ye Fan gave a soft shout, then raised his hand and formed a finger seal, flying toward the bell like a golden bolt of lightning.
“Two Extremes Divine Sword!”
With a loud shout, a pair of Yin Yang swords intertwined like a dragon and phoenix, transforming into two beams of light that charged over. The sword qi split the earth, carving out a massive canyon.
“All of this is useless.” Ye Fan flicked his fingers, and two spiritual lights rose up, colliding with the Two Extremes Divine Swords with a sharp clang.
“Primal Five Elements Centipede Rope!”
On another side, a Half-Step Great Power gave a soft shout. A divine rope, red as blood and shaped like a giant centipede, over a thousand zhang long, flew over, swallowing mist and light, coiling toward Ye Fan.
“Gaba”
Ye Fan formed a single-handed seal. The Heaven-Overturning Seal pressed down like an immortal mountain, smashing the thousand-zhang-long red centipede into pieces, inch by inch.
The six experts attacked together, all Half-Step Great Powers, but Ye Fan, with his grand and sweeping style, held the absolute upper hand, destroying their weapons one after another.
The ground was littered with sparkling fragments of divine iron and broken jade—all destroyed artifacts. Even six experts could not match Ye Fan alone; this was true combat power.
Once upon a time, when he was still a minor cultivator, he was constantly hunted. Now, he could single-handedly battle six Half-Step Great Powers—a world of difference, his combat power soaring.
Ants and dragons have no intersection; dandelion seeds and clouds in the sky rarely meet. They exist in different worlds, forever unaware of each other.
Different times, different paths, meeting different people. When he finally paused, he had already reached this step, renowned across the Central Province, able to rival the most powerful cultivators.
“Six Directions Killing Array!”
The six Half-Step Great Powers suddenly shouted. The shattered weapons all turned into light, rising from the ground, intending to trap and kill Ye Fan, cutting him down.
One after another, divine lights surged up, forming a massive six-pointed star array. Ye Fan was locked in the central area, with various killing lights flying at him.
“Ye, you little wretch, did you think we came to die? We came to take your life! Today, we’ll refine you to death!”
“You ignorant thing! Do you think the Yin Yang Sect is a place you can just barge into? Coming alone to attack the city is pure suicide!”
The six experts stood at the six corners of the six-pointed star array, their gazes sinister, laughing coldly.
“Little brat, you really don’t know your place. An immortal inheritance is not something an ant like you can shake. Soon, we’ll refine your soul!”
“You’re celebrating too early. All of you, go die!” Ye Fan let out a great roar. The ground beneath his feet completely cracked, and ten thousand streams of dragon qi surged up, instantly drowning the Six Directions Killing Array, shattering the ancient star.
“What’s happening? We activated the divine city’s array patterns—how is dragon qi still leaking out? Why can he still borrow it?” Many on the Yin Yang city wall were alarmed.
“Fall back!” an old man shouted, but it was too late. Ten thousand streams of dragon qi shot into the sky like ten thousand swords fired together, shredding the ancient array.
“Pu”
One man was pierced on the spot, blood splattering. His entire body flew backward, but he was then swept by another wave of sword qi, chopped into mincemeat.
“Ah…”
Another man screamed, activating his artifact and merging with it, pouncing at Ye Fan like lightning.
“Bang”
But Ye Fan was faster. With one step, he activated the Stride Art, arriving after the fact but before the blow. He struck with the Human King Seal, shattering the man’s ancient weapon and sending him flying backward, stained with blood.
“Pu”
Ye Fan followed up, stepping down and landing on the man’s chest, crushing him to death on the spot. The man had no breath left.
The other four changed color and all retreated, but they could not break through the dragon qi’s barrier. All were blocked. Ye Fan, with his grand and sweeping style, charged in.
“Chi”
A flash of bright blade light rose up, and he cleaved one man in two.
“Hong”
Ye Fan was divinely brave. A golden fist shot out, blasting the man opposite him, along with his artifact and body, into a mist of blood, leaving nothing behind.
“Ah…”
Another man screamed as Ye Fan twisted his head off with his bare hands. Blood spurted three meters high. Unwilling but unable to change reality, his divine sense was extinguished.
Ye Fan moved his hands as if guiding a starry sky. Countless runes flickered, filling the air, grinding another man’s nine divine weapons into nothing.
“Bang”
He pressed a palm in the void, leaving a clear imprint. In the distance, that man coughed blood, his body split apart, then exploded, completely falling.
Within this battlefield, where dragon qi surged from the ground, the six experts died in the blink of an eye, not one left. They could not withstand Ye Fan’s divine and fierce strike.
On the city wall, there was a moment of dead silence. Such methods could rival a Saint Lord; few could achieve this.
Suddenly, a great commotion arose. The top experts within the city, hearing the news, rushed over. A large group arrived, all bristling with killing intent, most with white hair.
“The old Sect Leader died so miserably, sacrificing himself with a death curse, forever falling into purgatory, yet he couldn’t kill this little dog. How hateful!”
“Old Sect Leader, I will avenge you!” A heroic man was the first to fly out, roaring as he charged at Ye Fan, wielding a divine sword for a vertical slash.
“Hong”
Ye Fan swept his hand, sending out a burst of blazing light that collided with the man’s heavenly sword. The sound rang out endlessly, making Ye Fan’s heart skip a beat—this was a super Great Power.
“Who are you?”
“I am the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect from five hundred years ago, now a Supreme Elder. Hand over your life!” The man shouted, arriving with his divine sword. One sword’s cold light illuminated dozens of li.
For each immortal inheritance, they selected a Holy Son every five hundred years. When the old Sect Leader passed away, they would choose a successor from among the retired Holy Sons.
“The Holy Son from five hundred years ago—no wonder he’s so strong!” Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat.
“Kill him!”
At that moment, several more heroic men flew over, all revealing their killing intent, each eager to strike first and take Ye Fan’s head. They were even stronger.
The Holy Son from a thousand years ago, the Holy Son from fifteen hundred years ago, and even a Holy Maiden from two thousand years ago—their strength was terrifyingly formidable, comparable to the most powerful Saint Lords of today.
The main reason was that Wang Yangzhan had lived too long, over three thousand years old. The Holy Sons below could only wait in vain, unable to ascend. Now that an Elder had become the Sect Leader, they all wanted to seize the position of Deputy Sect Leader, hoping to succeed in the future.
The former Holy Sons, now powerful Elders, attacked Ye Fan together. Additionally, some super-terrifying ancient relics flew over, striking mercilessly.
Even if Ye Fan could borrow the earth’s dragon qi and possess strength to rival a Saint Lord, he could not fight so many people alone. That would be pure suicide.
“It’s time!”
He made a decision in his heart, luring many experts over. He wanted to gather the power of a dragon cave, level a group of strong men, and break one of the Yin Yang Sect’s legs.
“Hong!”
The Source Heaven Divine Array Ye Fan had carved fully activated. Infinite divine light shot into the sky, and tens of thousands of great dragons leaped up, filling the area with auspicious mist, drowning the place.
Suddenly, a terrifying, bone-shattering aura surged toward Ye Fan. Within the divine city, a black-and-red ancient mirror was rising from beneath the earth.
“An ancient sage’s weapon—the true Yin Yang Ancient Mirror has appeared!”
Ye Fan’s hair stood on end. He had seen a replica of this ancient mirror before; it could kill a Great Power as easily as crushing an ant, let alone the real thing!
“Damn it!”
He had prepared for this, but he hadn’t expected the Yin Yang Sect to use their town-guarding supreme treasure right away. This showed how deep their killing intent toward him was—they were determined to give him no chance.
“Breach the city!”
Infinite divine power burned. Beneath the earth, the ancient dragon of ten thousand years raised its head, burying the Yin Yang Divine City. It surged fully, piercing the clouds and sky. The place was completely boiling.
From afar, it looked like an ocean of divine power, with nothing else visible. The underground dragon source surged up through the runes Ye Fan had carved, sweeping across heaven and earth.
Endless catastrophe fell like the Nine Heavens’ Milky Way—this was a great calamity!
“Hong”
The Yin Yang Divine City’s four gates collapsed. Then, the ancient walls, like mountain ranges, fell like paper, dust and smoke rising to the sky.
This legendary divine land suffered a shocking catastrophe. Many ancient buildings collapsed, completely uncontrollable.
“One person, alone against our Yin Yang Sect, yet he destroys our sacred ground…”
“This is a supreme disgrace! Exterminating his nine clans would not be enough to wash it away!”
Many ancient relics of the Yin Yang Sect roared, nearly insane.
“Hong”
An ancient mirror rose from the earth’s dragon vein, floating and sinking in the void, as if it could fix the myriad ages and heavens. Many of the Yin Yang Sect’s Elders could not help but kneel.
“Ancient sage weapon, please protect our divine city’s foundation!”
“Ancient deity, awaken! Stabilize this land of mountains and rivers!”
Ye Fan stood in the distant sky, not daring to approach. That ancient mirror was too terrifying, almost able to swallow heaven and earth. Every wisp of aura it emitted could crush a Great Power.
It looked very ancient, one side black, one side red, possessing an indescribable power, as if it could shatter anything.
“So this is the legendary invincible ancient mirror. When their founder forged it, he was unmatched across the five domains, with no rival overseas, famous throughout history, having killed deities from beyond the realm.”
This was the town-guarding supreme treasure of a hostile force, known throughout the world. No one dared to face it. Ye Fan wanted to seize it, but could only shake his head.
The ancient sage weapon, drawing on the power of heaven and earth, seemed alive. It quickly revived, stabilizing the boiling underground dragon qi, able to fix everything.
“This ancient weapon steals the fortune of the heavens. There really is no way to deal with it…”
“Hong”
Dust and smoke rose in all directions. Although the ancient mirror had stabilized the dragon qi, the terrifying power still surged. The city was ruined, collapsing in large swaths.
“Ye, you little thief, you will die a miserable death!” Many experts roared. The loss this time was too great. They wished they could smash their heads against the wall.
A large section of the Yin Yang Divine City had collapsed. The news spread immediately, causing a massive earthquake across the entire Central Province. Almost no one could believe it.