Chapter 725: Gazing Down Upon the Four Seas
Ye Fan descended from the heavens, shattering the Golden Crow Eighth Prince with a single punch. His body split into five pieces, flying in all directions, blood splattering onto everyone present.
"Ah…"
The Golden Crow Eighth Prince's primordial spirit rushed out, letting out a piercing scream. That always dazzling little Golden Crow soared into the sky, trying to escape this inevitable death.
"Pfft"
However, Ye Fan gave him not a single chance. Like a god or demon, he gazed down upon the four seas. A golden great hand reached out, grabbed the primordial spirit from the clouds, and crushed it into powder.
From that moment on, the Golden Crow Eighth Prince was forever erased from the world!
Everyone was stunned. It all happened too fast. The Stride Art was unmatched under heaven. Ye Fan descended from the sky and instantly killed the Golden Crow Clan's future heir, as easily and swiftly as pulling up grass.
The Golden Crow Clan's Eighth Prince had killed a Great Power as early as three years ago. He was a talented and outstanding member of the demon clan, stunning the mortal world.
But such a demon clan prodigy, comparable to a sect master, was shattered like a piece of pottery, obliterated in an instant—shocking to the core!
"Eighth Brother!"
A group of Golden Crows roared. Beams of golden light broke through the clouds, connecting heaven and earth. A crowd surrounded Ye Fan in the center.
The death of a Golden Crow Prince was a matter of great importance. It concerned their face and legacy. To have him killed with a single punch was a blood feud that enraged the entire clan.
In the center of the field, Ye Fan stood with imposing divine might, showing no intention of fleeing. His purple robes fluttered, his eyes shone like stars, and his thick black hair danced in the wind. He stood alone, facing everyone.
"You feel rage too? Did you ever feel it when you killed the descendants of the Human Clan's Sacred Emperor? Wasn't destroying the Sun Ancient Emperor's legacy enough? You couldn't even spare his last bit of bloodline?!"
Ye Fan faced the many experts of the Golden Crow Clan alone. Like a demon god, he gazed down upon them all, hands clasped behind his back, without a trace of tension.
"Killing our clan's divine son, you have truly outrageous guts! There is no place in this world for you!" A Golden Crow Clan commander roared, holding a blood-green demon blade, his voice fierce and stern.
"Clang"
Ye Fan did not move. He stood with his hands behind his back, but he activated the Weapon Art. From afar came a terrifying blade cry that resounded through heaven and earth.
"Pfft"
The blood-green demon blade reversed. Blood spurted several meters high. A fine head flew into the air, its face filled with shock and fear, unable to believe what had happened.
Everyone was stunned. The demon blade reversed, cutting through the great commander's neck, severing his own head.
The green blade light dyed the sky and sea an eerie green, deeply unsettling. The sharp blade transformed into a green streak, shooting out and pinning his primordial spirit as well.
The scene fell silent. Many felt a chill run through their bodies, goosebumps rising. It was too strange and terrifying.
In the center of the field, Ye Fan stood alone, his eyes clear, his hair light and crystalline. Facing everyone, he said, "A mere commander dares to insult me?!"
"It's him! He escaped from the Sea Eye and has returned to this world!"
Finally, someone shouted, recognizing Ye Fan's identity.
"How is that possible? Once you fall into that prison, you can never come out for eternity. How did he reappear?"
No one had ever escaped the North Sea Eye. It was a place that suppressed ancient sages. How had he done it? The Golden Crow Clan members were astonished. Compared to Ye Fan's aggression, they were even more shocked that he could leave the Sea Eye and reappear in the world.
A golden light tore across the sky, flying toward the reef ahead. A Great Power made a move, trying to seize the only child of the Sun Ancient Sect, fearing that Ye Fan's appearance would cause complications.
The sky was clear as jade, the black sea undulating. Ye Fan stood between heaven and earth. He pointed a finger, and a golden great slash fell, cutting off the path ahead.
That person was startled and quickly dodged, spitting out a golden arched bridge. This divine bridge connected through the void, reaching the dark reef that was about to sink into the water.
Moreover, others also acted, assisting him. The most urgent matter now was to allow no mishap—to seize the last bloodline of the Sun Sacred Sect first.
"Om!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan let out a great shout, producing a vast heavenly sound. It was like the beginning of all things, the opening of the universe, presenting the origin of everything!
He was imitating the "Om" divine sound from the Buddhist Six Syllable True Mantra, driving it with the Battle Saint Art. It possessed a Dao power that could split heaven and earth.
Back then, when the Nine Secrets clashed with the Buddhist True Mantra, this divine sound had nearly caused his downfall. It was a deep memory for him. Over four years in the Sea Eye, he had tried to cultivate all methods, naturally imitating it with the Battle Character Art.
Now, Ye Fan let out a great roar, like the universe rumbling, heaven and earth opening. Behind him appeared a massive divine statue, but it was not a Buddha. Instead, it was the figure of a young man, with deep eyes but no lack of sharpness, standing like a god or demon—it was himself.
This was not narcissism. It was because one could learn from heaven, earth, and nature, but must never worship a single person in cultivation. This was his realization from four years of Dao contemplation. Otherwise, one could never attain the Dao.
The legendary Six Syllable Ancient Sound possessed the power to split heaven and earth, infinite mysteries, supreme authority, containing the great power, wisdom, and compassion of the universe.
Back then, that bitter ascetic had only mastered half a character. The heavenly sound he roared was incomplete. Now, Ye Fan's imitation was not a pure Buddhist chant either.
However, this heavenly sound was truly vast. The entire sky resonated in harmony. Ye Fan, with the Battle Character Art, endowed it with new divine power.
Behind him, that god-demon stood alone, chanting together with him, terrifyingly powerful. Golden soundwaves could be clearly seen sweeping across all directions.
Heaven and earth trembled, the sea surged to the sky, and the four directions cracked. The twenty-plus people rushing toward the dark reef all shattered under this mysterious ancient sound, turning to dust in an instant.
As for that Golden Crow Great Power, his golden arched bridge collapsed instantly. His physical body did not escape the calamity either. Under the heavenly sound evolved by the Battle Character Art, half of his body was destroyed. Only his upper half remained, rescued by those behind him.
The Buddhist Six Syllable True Mantra—Om, Ma, Ni, Pad, Me, Hum—was the supreme sacred art. Those who reached the highest achievement could subdue all heavenly deities.
However, like the Daoist Nine Secrets, it had long been lost. Only a few of the most ancient sacred temples each held one character. Even combined, they could not be fully assembled.
In the distance, all the Golden Crow Clan members had ashen faces. Ye Fan was too domineering. With a single light shout, the vast heavenly sound had shattered even a Great Power's body in half. Truly terrifying.
In the current era, few dared to oppose the Golden Crow Clan. Even powerful inheritances like the Human King Hall and Guanghan Palace were unwilling to clash with them. Yet now, someone dared to do so, and alone!
"Wuwu…" The young child's heart-wrenching cries rang out, exceptionally sorrowful.
On the reef, this very young child wore tattered little clothes. His life on the run had left him with a body nearly broken, haggard and weak. His large eyes were filled with tears as he hugged the old servant's broken, twisted arm, shaking it forcefully, crying out, "Uncle Jiang, don't leave me. Tongtong wants to live with you. Don't go."
"I won't get to see you grow up… cough…" The old servant coughed blood, his mouth full of bloody foam. Even his white hair was stained red. All his bones were broken. His eyes had long lost any light, unable to see anything.
He reached out his already deformed arm, his rough hand weakly stroking the child's little face, as if unable to let go, refusing to move away. He held on with his last breath, refusing to let it fade.
Ye Fan stared down all the Golden Crow Clan members. No one dared approach. He descended and channeled a strand of divine power into the old servant, trying to feed him divine spring, but found it was already too late.
The old servant's physical body had long lost its vitality, and his primordial spirit was already shattered. The only reason he had lingered until now was his worry for this child.
"The Sacred Emperor… had immeasurable merit for the human race, made so many contributions… yet his descendants are treated like this. I am unwilling… I failed to protect him well… This is the Sacred Emperor's only remaining bloodline."
The old servant gasped and trembled. Two muddy old tears slid down his aged face. Then he began to cough up blood violently, his entire body cracking open.
"Rest assured and leave. As long as I am here, no one can harm him anymore!" Ye Fan spoke solemnly. His voice started low, but gradually echoed like divine thunder, surging up to the nine heavens and down to the nine underworlds, rolling and shaking. The ten directions of the sky trembled, and the entire North Sea roared!
In the distance, all the Golden Crow Clan members changed color. Ye Fan's voice was filled with murderous intent. For the sake of this child, he was clearly ready to fight to the death, to unleash a massacre!
"Re… really?" The old servant could see nothing, could barely speak. Only his lips moved slightly, producing weak, rasping breaths.
"Really. As long as I live, no one can harm him!" Ye Fan responded with the simplest words and force, letting him rest easy. This was the best farewell he could give the old servant.
"Thank you… You must protect him, preserve… the Sacred Emperor's last bloodline… The Sacred Emperor of old… had immeasurable kindness to the human race… Do not let hearts grow cold…"
Finally, the old servant's lips grew cold. Even his faint breathing stopped. His primordial spirit shattered, about to dissipate.
"Uncle Jiang…" The child wailed, collapsing into the old servant's cold embrace, crying out in grief. Tears blurred his bright eyes as he sobbed, "Tongtong misses you. Don't leave me. I have no family left. Only you…"
He wept bitterly, shaking the old servant's corpse repeatedly, but there was no longer any sign of life.
"Accumulated yang forms spirit; within spirit is form. Form is born from the sun; the sun is born from the moon. Accumulated yin forms form; within form is spirit…" Ye Fan chanted a scripture. This was the Daoist "Salvation Scripture," forming a mysterious power between heaven and earth.
Ye Fan was astonished to find that a strand of essence seemed to fly out from the old servant's shattered primordial spirit, protected by the Salvation Scripture, breaking through the void and disappearing.
"Is there really such a thing as reincarnation?" Ye Fan did not know. Since ancient times, no one had ever seen it.
Cultivators could temporarily seize a physical shell for their primordial spirit, but it still followed their original lifespan. Once it was exhausted, they would still die. This was completely different from reincarnation.
Reincarnation was a new beginning, erasing everything from the past and starting a new life. There were ancient legends, but no one had ever witnessed it. There was no evidence.
"Uncle Jiang…" The child wept sorrowfully, tears continuously falling. His thin, small body trembled as he lay in the cold corpse's embrace, a sight too painful to behold.
"You killed our divine son, repeatedly offended our path. This is a clan-wide blood feud, irreconcilable! The whole world will kill you!" A Golden Crow Clan elder roared, his voice rising higher and higher, shaking the sky until it collapsed. Finally, the entire North Sea surged with monstrous waves, nearly drowning heaven and earth.
The Golden Crow Clan had over a hundred experts here, including several princes. Together with that elder, they pressed forward, ready to join forces to kill Ye Fan.
"Uncle… don't go. Tongtong misses you…" Amid the crowd's shouts, a child's voice was so helpless and weak, crying in sorrow.
Ye Fan faced over a hundred Golden Crow Clan experts alone, his killing intent chilling. "Clan-wide blood feud… Who can the Sun Ancient Emperor's descendants appeal to? You want to wipe out even the last bloodline of the Human Clan's Sacred Emperor. This truly defies heavenly reason and enrages both gods and men! This blood feud is indeed irreconcilable, and there is no need to reconcile. Killing all of you will be enough!"
A murderous atmosphere, like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, swept across the North Sea, bitterly cold and desolate.
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