Chapter 678: Eternal Banishment
The Ji Family's floating island was shattered, the ancient war chariot crashing down as smoke and dust billowed into the sky, rubble piercing the clouds. Wang Teng swung the Heavenly Emperor Sword and severed one of his own forearms, blood gushing forth.
After this shocking strike, such was the result. The Northern Emperor, hailed as undefeated among the younger generation, had suffered such a fate, taking a great loss.
The scene fell into dead silence. Everyone was stunned, no one could have predicted this outcome. How could Wang Teng, who was said to be unmatched and a reincarnation of an ancient emperor, have his arm broken?!
Aside from Wang Chengkun's heartache, no one spoke a word, silently watching everything unfold. This was all too sudden, exceeding everyone's expectations.
The Sacred Body was so domineering that everyone felt a tremor. This was a blatant slap in the face to the Wang Clan. Their proud Imperial Son had his blood staining the sky from the very start—too brutal.
Earlier, the Wang Clan had been arrogant, looking down on everyone, believing Ye Fan was nothing more than a pile of bones on the path to emperorship, someone to be killed.
Yet, such a scene had occurred. Their undefeated Northern Emperor had suffered a great loss. Everyone in the Wang Clan felt their faces burning and their hearts filled with deep worry.
Who would win or lose this battle could no longer be easily guessed. No one could draw a conclusion, and no one expected Ye Fan's attack to be so fierce.
"Crack, crack, crack"
Wang Teng's left arm flesh quivered, bones making crisp sounds as the essence of the four directions poured down like water. The severed arm regenerated, almost instantly becoming whole again.
"Teng'er, be careful!" Wang Chengkun shouted from behind. If not for being in public and having already boasted, he would have stopped the battle and ordered his men to surround and kill Ye Fan.
The Northern Emperor, since his debut, had never suffered such a great loss. His expression was cold enough to freeze. When he fought the monkey, his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye had not been broken, but today he had met with disaster.
"Clang"
The sword's cry shook the heavens. Wang Teng wielded the Heavenly Emperor Sword, driving the golden ancient war chariot as he attacked again. His long black hair stood completely on end, his eyes as sharp as knives.
The golden holy sword, as thick as a mountain, reached up to the sky and pressed down like a mountain. The sound was deafening, like a vast ocean surging, making one's heart tremble.
Ye Fan swung the bronze coffin forward, as if wielding an ancient universe. The myriad heavens and ages shook together, and the floating island began to disintegrate, unable to withstand the force.
The Northern Emperor quickly withdrew his sword without striking. He was testing, gauging Ye Fan's combat strength. Like a divine phoenix dancing in the sky, he landed in the distance.
Ye Fan stopped his arm, the bronze coffin smashing into the void, instantly creating a terrifying abyss with starlight flickering inside, as if connected to a star domain.
"Chi"
Wang Teng's eyes blazed with divine light, shooting out two dazzling beams. His Martial Dao Heavenly Eye emerged again, striking at Ye Fan. It could not only see through origins but was also the sharpest divine sword!
Ye Fan remained calm, using the bronze coffin to protect himself. The golden figure in his brow held the small black gourd, shaking it vigorously. A divine light flew out, like a flying immortal slaying blade.
The Northern Emperor's gaze condensed like a sword, striking against it with a clang, but was eventually incinerated by the nine-colored misty threads, dissipating in the void.
Moreover, the beam shot from Ye Fan's brow did not slow down. It pierced through the void and shot toward Wang Teng's head, unstoppable.
This time, the Northern Emperor was prepared. He was still assessing Ye Fan's combat power. Light shone beneath his feet, leaving traces with each step as he drove the ancient war chariot and retreated.
A wisp of divine brilliance shot past, piercing a distant palace, turning it to ashes in an instant. Nothing remained, not even the Dao patterns inscribed on it could stop it.
How could the Sacred Body be so powerful? What kind of power did the vertical eye he opened contain? This was everyone's question, something they had never known before.
Wang Teng probed repeatedly, attacking continuously but avoiding direct confrontation. Meanwhile, Ye Fan was also preparing, ready to annihilate his opponent in one strike, drawing on the nine-colored fire threads in the black gourd.
"Ten thousand spirits transform into Dao, countless as the sands of the Ganges!"
The Northern Emperor suddenly shouted. All kinds of forces in this world transformed into Dao rules—the essence of plants, the quintessence of the sun, the faint light of stars, the origin of the universe—all poured down.
After observing for a long time, he finally used a great technique of attack. This was a secret art from the Imperial Scripture, with divine power that was immeasurable.
In this world, all spiritual beings and all forces transformed into Dao rules, turning everything into Dao traces, becoming countless lines crossing through the void.
This was a very terrifying divine technique, making one feel trapped in a nightmare, impossible to resist. In this world, how many spiritual things were there? If they were all summoned to transform into Dao, it would be endless, hence the saying "countless as the sands of the Ganges."
Between heaven and earth, everywhere were dense nets—silver, purple... Ten thousand spirits transforming into Dao, countless as the sands of the Ganges, forming a great Dao net, falling down.
Behind, even people like the Southern Demon and Zi Tian were moved. The sect masters of all sides were also alarmed. This secret art was extremely abnormal, transforming all things in heaven and earth into Dao principles, borrowing all rules and forces for one's own use.
Silently, a great net fell like this, isolating the outside world, forming its own small world, operating the principles of all Dao, dissolving all enemies.
"Break for me!"
Ye Fan shouted. Divine flames flashed in his brow. A huge Fusang tree appeared before him, its leaves like gold essence, clanging as nine Golden Crows perched on it, flying out like nine suns.
"Boom"
Nine golden divine birds, with flames reaching the sky, burned all things, tearing apart all the threads of laws and destroying the rules above.
"Sun Scripture!" someone exclaimed, recognizing this technique. Its divine power was almost identical to that of the legendary Sun Scripture.
"No wonder. The Sacred Body obtained the Sun Scripture and cultivated the Sun True Fire!" others suddenly realized.
At the same time, many were shocked. This was a terrifying ancient scripture, one of the origins of human cultivation, traceable back to ancient times.
In the distant past, the human race had two great scriptures, the Taiyin and the Taiyang, profound and unfathomable, carrying the infinite wisdom of the ancients. It was said they originated from another star domain.
Later, when the human race flourished, several ancient great emperors had studied these two scriptures, gaining infinite inspiration to create their own methods.
Thus, the Taiyin and Taiyang scriptures were also called the Mother Scriptures, holding a very special significance. Unfortunately, they had been lost for too long and could no longer be found.
Ye Fan, with the Bodhi seed within him, activated the Sun Scripture's profound methods, controlling the nine-colored fire threads, displaying a mysterious power.
The Fusang divine tree stood tall, rising from the ground, huge and lush. Both its trunk and leaves were golden, with blazing fire burning. Nine Golden Crows circled, destroying the power of Dao transformation.
"Boom"
Everything disappeared. The Dao traces were eradicated, no longer existing. Between heaven and earth, only a holy flame burned. Nine Golden Crows together charged at the Northern Emperor.
"Is the Sun Scripture really that powerful?" people wondered doubtfully. The Wang Clan members looked grim, as the Sacred Body had exceeded their expectations.
"Cross Star Domain Intersection!" Wang Teng shouted softly, his hands drawing forcefully. A huge cross crack appeared in the sky, extending into a void fissure.
Like a dream or illusion, a cross star domain appeared, like a string of stars crossing together, suspended in another void.
"Bang"
This was a shocking collision. The misty threads of the ninth-layer fire domain seemed capable of burning all heavens, violently colliding with this cross star domain, sending up endless ashes.
Brilliant!
Blazing!
Violent!
Wave after wave of Dao power surged, like a tsunami pounding the shore, like the Milky Way crashing into an ancient star, becoming a place of despair.
When everything disappeared, the cross star domain was shattered, and the Fusang ancient tree and Golden Crows all vanished, the flames extinguished.
"So that's it. It's the Sun Scripture and some external power!" Wang Teng muttered to himself, as if he had grasped the truth. He said solemnly, "Sacred Body, I want you to understand that a gap is a gap. A person cannot ascend to heaven in one step!"
Ye Fan was calculating whether he could sweep all the Wang Clan members into this. He wanted to achieve success in one battle, annihilating all the great enemies of this clan, observing the terrain and positions.
The Northern Emperor left the ancient war chariot, sitting cross-legged in the void, his hands moving as he shouted, "Everything should end. Eternal banishment, Chaos Heaven Secret Art!"
The void twisted, all directions extinguished. Countless void abysses appeared in heaven and earth, extending toward different dimensions. This was a chaotic space of time and space.
"Chaos Ancient Emperor's... Chaos Heaven Secret Art!"
Someone exclaimed, confirming that Wang Teng had received the true inheritance, mastering a very terrifying secret art that could banish people to unknown dimensions of time and space.
To be precise, it forcefully sent them into unknown dimensions, shaking heaven and earth, locking them eternally, making them disappear from this world.
Ye Fan resisted, offering the bronze coffin, urging the black gourd, using surging holy flames to dissolve it. However, this secret art was too strange. Once activated, countless void abysses layered upon each other. Burning one layer revealed another, endless and boundless.
"Whoosh!"
With a dull sound, the void abyss swallowed Ye Fan, and then another abyss came to envelop him, overlapping. Ye Fan was thrown into the endless chaotic void currents.
"Chaos Heaven Secret Art, eternal banishment!" the Northern Emperor shouted, suddenly opening his eyes, standing up, and landing on the golden ancient war chariot.
Ahead, the endless layers of void all disappeared, permanently closed. Ye Fan was thrown into an unknown small dimensional space, vanishing.
"What?"
"This is too terrifying!"
All the heroes felt their hair stand on end, chilled from head to toe. This secret art of the Chaos Ancient Emperor was terrifyingly evil, capable of banishing any powerful enemy.
Once entering such a boundless dimensional space, it was almost impossible to find a way back, until one's life force was exhausted and they died. There was no way to find the return path.
This was an invincible secret art, created by the Chaos Ancient Emperor, an extreme imperial technique for the weak to strike the strong. No matter how great your divine powers, once hit, you would be eternally banished.
"No, Little Leaf!" Ji Ziyue screamed, tears streaming down, falling on her purple clothes.
"Ye Zi!" Pang Bo also roared.
"Little Leaf, how could this be!" Li Heishui, Wu Zhongtian, and the others also shouted, looking into the void, glaring at Wang Teng, their hearts aching.
"Haha..." Wang Chengkun laughed heartily, immensely pleased. The Northern Emperor's might was unstoppable, and he was extremely satisfied.
Everyone else was stunned. With just this one technique left by the Chaos Ancient Emperor, what expert could the Northern Emperor not deal with? He could even banish living fossils!
This world-shaking secret art was almost unsolvable. It was a secret art developed by an ancient great emperor with his life's effort. It was invincible, famously allowing the weak to strike the strong!
"The Northern Emperor lives up to his reputation. A small test already shows such power. Who in the world can stop him today?"
"Truly a heaven-gifted talent. At this age, he already dominates the world, leaving the older generation helpless. No wonder he's called a reincarnated ancient emperor!"
"A prodigy of the age, truly stepping over the Sacred Body's bones, walking a bloodstained path forward. He will surely attain the Dao in the future!"
Many came forward, especially those with good relations with the Wang Clan, constantly flattering and praising.
In fact, everyone else silently agreed. Such a Northern Emperor was indeed hard to resist. Even a distant great bandit frowned, filled with fear.
In the boundless chaos of heaven, there was eternal darkness and cold, seemingly without end. Ye Fan drifted endlessly, feeling no passage of time. It felt like millions of years had passed, or like an eternal instant. He pondered the way back.
Silent, cold, dark, without a shred of hope. He sat alone on the ancient bronze coffin, forever drifting in one direction.
He seemed lost in an ancient universe, unable to find the way back. Sitting on the bronze coffin, he meditated deeply, asking his heart to locate the return path.
"The path I have walked, the Dao I have experienced, the laws I have felt..." he murmured to himself, continuously deducing, gradually calming down.
Finally, he asked the Dao and asked his heart. The traces of Dao swirled around him, the essence of his heart shone brightly, resonating together, playing Dao sounds in the eternal darkness.
His whole body was crystalline. A lamp rose in his heart, faintly guiding him in one direction. Ye Fan broke through the small dimensional space, beginning a long journey.
There was no end. He broke through one void after another, always unable to find the way back.
However, he did not give up. Sitting cross-legged on the small bronze coffin, he silently recited an ancient scripture. Just a few hundred words, yet as profound as a heavenly book, unfathomable.
It was the scripture from the bronze coffin. Over the years, he had been studying it, never able to comprehend it fully. It seemed not a cultivation method, impossible to understand, but it could calm the mind and focus the spirit.
One word after another flew out, imprinting on his heart, like a gentle stream, very soft, nourishing his spirit, replenishing his physical essence.
Brightening the heart, brightening the self, brightening the Dao. The lamp in his heart grew brighter, entering a wonderful state of Dao-self unity, guiding him forward. This was the true self uniting with the Dao, usually unattainable.
But at this moment, he achieved it. It must be said that Ye Fan had great talent in cultivation. His ten years of tempering leading to his current strength proved everything.
The lamp in his heart shone eternally. The true self was the Dao, guiding the way back, breaking through the mist, traveling through endless void, embarking on the return journey.
"I said it long ago. What is the Sacred Body? How can it compare to my clan's Teng'er?" The Wang Clan members laughed loudly.
Wang Chengkun was smug and proud. Having such a son, he naturally took pride. Standing before the golden ancient war chariot, he looked at Ye Fan's old friends with contempt.
"The Sacred Body is nothing. Compared to my son, he's far inferior!"
"Boom"
As his words fell, the void shattered. A bronze coffin rushed out, striking him squarely on the back, turning half his body into mush.
"Little Leaf!" Ji Ziyue, who was crying, exclaimed, her beautiful eyes wide open.
"Ye Zi!" The others also shouted in surprise.
"Boom"
At that moment, the black gourd in Ye Fan's brow leaped, divine flames surging out, engulfing the golden ancient war chariot.
"Ah..." Wang Teng's uncle, Wang Chengyun, was the first to be hit, becoming a human torch on the spot.
The Northern Emperor also screamed, half his body ignited, letting out a miserable howl.
This scene stunned everyone!