Chapter 731: Twenty-Four Heavens
On the North Sea, figures were densely packed everywhere, standing high in the sky. There were sect masters from the land and ancient demons from the sea, all gazing into the distance.
Ahead, a black wave surged against the heavens, scattering the clouds and cleansing the azure sky. Two men stood in cold confrontation.
The tides roared, and monstrous waves rose ten thousandfold. Ye Fan and the Nine-Headed Jiao King stood hundreds of zhang apart. An invisible field between them exploded with a boom, forming a ten-thousand-zhang abyss. Countless seawater rushed into the sky, exposing the seabed below.
Such was the strength of the era's prodigies. Without even making a move, the mere killing field of their confrontation was unbearable for ordinary people. To be caught in it meant certain death.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King was undefeated among the rising generation of the North Sea, dominating the world without a single loss. He naturally had the capital to look down on the present age.
"The last descendant of the Human Clan's Sacred Emperor? I'll take this servant," he said, staring at the child on Ye Fan's shoulder, his eyes flashing with eerie light.
The five-year-old child was well-behaved, understanding that a great battle was imminent. He said nothing, only wrinkling his small nose and glaring at the Nine-Headed Jiao King with his big, black eyes.
"Making the final bloodline of the Human Clan's Sacred Emperor your servant..." Ye Fan stepped forward step by step, his body shrouded in golden holy light, like an ancient war god crossing time, walking from the bygone years and lands.
"Indeed, he resembles the legendary Human Emperor. It's fitting for him to be my servant," the Nine-Headed Jiao King said calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Who do you think you are? Even if an ancient Great Emperor were reborn or an immortal reincarnated, I'd still kill you!" Ye Fan struck.
Mountain-Embracing Seal!
He stood firm in the void, cradling a mountain in his arms. A black great peak descended from the sky, instantly causing heaven to collapse and the sea to roar. The sun and moon lost their light, creating a world of ruin.
"Rise!"
The Nine-Headed Jiao King shouted, and nine azure dragons surged from behind him, rushing against the heavens. They coiled around the black great peak, their bodies sinking deep into the mountain.
"Boom!"
The black mountain shattered. The nine azure dragons charged upward, each one vigorous and powerful, their scales dense and gleaming like green gold. They lunged at Ye Fan, exuding boundless ferocity.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan stood firm as a rock. Facing the nine azure dragons, he extended his golden hand, which instantly covered the sky and slammed down.
The Mountain-Embracing Seal was unending!
His five fingers became five golden mountains, pressing down and colliding with the nine true dragons. Green and golden light burst forth, unleashing waves like mountains toppling and seas overturning.
"Dragon Battles in the Wild!"
The Nine-Headed Jiao King roared. The nine true dragons above spiraled, their howls shattering heaven and earth like crashing waves.
Vast mountains and boundless wilderness appeared. Nine dragons soared across them, as if arriving in an ancient land. They dove down, attacking the five golden great peaks.
This was a collision like a comet striking the earth!
One stretch of wild mountains after another appeared, endless and desolate. The nine dragons circled, clashing with the five golden mountains. Infinite light and divine energy destroyed everything.
"Bam!"
Finally, Ye Fan's golden hand shook violently, shattering this realm. Everything ceased to exist—the Mountain-Embracing Seal, the true dragons—all vanished.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King exhaled a turbid breath in the distance, his expression calm. "You haven't disappointed me."
Ye Fan said nothing, his face solemn. This was an unprecedented great enemy. No wonder he had dominated the world without a single loss, hailed as the invincible rising expert of the North Sea.
This was a grand era of brilliant stars. Each domain produced astonishing prodigies, all with heaven-defying talents. The Nine-Headed Jiao King of the North Sea lived up to his reputation.
Ye Fan put Little Tongtong into the Jade Purification Vase. His entire being became ethereal, as if merging into the natural world—into the ocean, into the void itself.
He advanced step by step. His own aura vanished, synchronizing with the pulse of the world. He wielded the power of the Dao, striking forward.
Unity of Heaven and Man!
In the distance, many showed surprise. One who could harmonize with the Dao was the most terrifying, close to the origin of the Dao, often unleashing inconceivable power.
"At my level, do you think you can kill me with this?" The Nine-Headed Jiao King sneered, leaping up like a dragon. Behind him, twenty-four heavens appeared!
In the distant sky, people gasped. What immense divine power was needed to manifest such a scene? The Nine-Headed Jiao King's ambition was immense—to evolve twenty-four heavens by his own strength.
Though still hazy and only taking initial form, this was an extraordinary boldness. Who dared to evolve such a thing? Who dared to do so?
The twenty-four heavens, like twenty-four gates to the outer realm, opened in an instant, spewing forth infinite world power. Myriad auspicious clouds and countless rays of light converged to suppress Ye Fan.
Ye Fan merged with heaven, fused with the sea, and pulsed with all things. He wielded the power of the Dao, radiating an immortal divine brilliance.
Explosion after explosion rang out across the North Sea. Ye Fan, carrying the force of the Dao, clashed with the twenty-four heavens, producing sounds like mountains crumbling and seas roaring.
Infinite light and boundless sound filled every inch of space, like great stars shattering and scattering over the ocean.
Ye Fan withdrew from the Dao state, no longer synchronized with heaven and earth. He manifested truly in the void, standing on the black sea.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King appeared high in the sky, the twenty-four heavens floating behind him. He was like a divine sovereign at the center of all realms, overlooking all beings, supreme and unrivaled.
"The last bloodline of the Human Clan's Sacred Emperor as a servant isn't enough. I'll add you too," he said, his voice icy and piercing.
"You're afraid," Ye Fan said.
"Afraid? I've dominated the world and never known how to write the word 'fear'!"
"Saying all that is just trying to provoke me into finding a flaw. It shows you lack confidence. You're afraid," Ye Fan said.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King sneered. "I'm just stating a fact. Both you and the Sacred Emperor's descendant will be my servants."
"You're anxious in your heart, afraid of losing to me and breaking your undefeated myth. Even if our strength is close, you've already lost this battle!" Ye Fan said calmly.
"Boom!"
The battle erupted again. This was a life-and-death struggle. In the blink of an eye, over five hundred exchanges passed, killing until the sun and moon dimmed and the North Sea boiled.
Suddenly, at the eight hundredth exchange, Ye Fan split into four. Three auspicious clouds surged from above his head, transforming into three other true bodies.
Each one was himself—flesh and blood solid, battle intent splitting the heavens, divine power like an ocean. They roared together, shattering distant islands and drying up the sea below, exposing the seabed ten thousand zhang deep.
"Ah..."
These several Ye Fans fought to the point of madness, their hair disheveled, their eyes like blades. They surrounded the Nine-Headed Jiao King, attacking with great force, intending to grind him into paste.
This was an incredibly wild and domineering scene. Many cultivators in the distant sky were tossed about like fallen leaves by the shockwaves, many falling from the heights.
"What? That's the supreme art of the Eight Scenic Palace Master, an unparalleled divine technique never passed down. How does he know it?"
"One Qi Transforms into Three Purities—this is a divine art for slaying gods. How did it end up in his hands?!"
The crowd was shaken, unable to understand. Shock was written on every face.
The Yin Yang Holy Son immediately changed color. "How does he know that? That's the divine art of my sworn brother, Yin Tiande. No one in the world can imitate it, and it hasn't been passed down!"
In the battlefield, the Nine-Headed Jiao King was truly stunned. A chill ran through his heart. This legendary supreme secret art was widely known, incredibly fearsome.
According to legend, One Qi Transforms into Three Purities wasn't about avatars. A person could transform into three versions of themselves, each a true body with divine power identical to the original.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King's heart grew cold. One Ye Fan was already terrifying enough. Suddenly, four appeared. How could he fight?
He dared not engage in a desperate struggle. He charged left and right, trying to escape the battlefield, planning to wait until the effect of One Qi Transforms into Three Purities faded before killing his enemy.
Did Ye Fan truly master One Qi Transforms into Three Purities? The answer was naturally no.
He had seen Yin Tianzhi perform it and was now merely simulating its form with the Battle Character Art. Only one "true body" possessed terrifying divine power, but it could only last for a few breaths. Another "true body" was inhabited by his primordial spirit, capable of unleashing fearsome spiritual combat power. The third was merely a shell.
In the field, his main body stood at the center, wild and unrivaled, unleashing peak combat power. The scene was naturally horrifying, his roar shattering several desolate islands in the sea.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King grew fearful, unwilling to fight, revealing a massive flaw. Ye Fan's several true bodies rose against the heavens, striking fiercely.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King split his combat power into four parts, attacking the several Ye Fans simultaneously, trying to break free.
At that moment, Ye Fan ignored everything, only driving the power of his main body. He unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, advancing without hesitation, pressing down.
With this strike, six ancient universes appeared. Stars shifted, heaven and earth were suppressed, the twenty-four heavens were obscured, and everything vanished.
At this moment, people could only feel an ancient, weathered, yet unyielding and indestructible fist intent—Shattering All Heavens!
At this instant, time seemed to freeze. In heaven and earth, there was only this fist!
It seemed capable of tearing through ancient time, destroying everything in the present, charging into the boundless future, unstoppable!
Once the fist was thrown, heaven and earth fell silent!
"Ah..."
The Nine-Headed Jiao King screamed. First, his hands turned to powder inch by inch, then his arms, followed by his head and torso, completely obliterated.
Facing the enemy with only a quarter of his combat power, how could he withstand the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist!
Only a cloud of blood mist remained in the air. Everyone was stunned. One fist, and mountains and rivers collapsed. Such fist intent was too terrifying.
Was the Nine-Headed Jiao King dead? That was everyone's question.
The undefeated rising expert of the North Sea, who had never lost in his life—was his first defeat also his eternal erasure from the world? The result was too brutal.
"You killed me! You actually killed me!"
A voice echoed through the air like thunder, shaking a thousand li of sky, like endless tribulation descending.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King!
Everyone was shocked. Shattered in the void, he wasn't dead yet? What immense divine power did that require?
In the sky, a massive azure jiao appeared. It was truly enormous, blotting out the sun, towering like a mountain range.
It actually had nine heads, each like a majestic great peak. But one head was shattered, a mess of flesh and blood, blood dripping into the sea, dyeing the surface red.
"The Nine-Headed Jiao King, born with nine heads and nine lives. It seems the legend is true," the Black Tortoise Upper Being murmured among the crowd.
"You've cut off one of my lives. You'll pay a hundred times over. I'll use your sacred blood to wash away this disgrace!" In the sky, the colossal jiao king roared, its eight massive heads filling the sky, casting vast shadows over the sea.
"Don't you just have eight lives left? Within eight moves, I'll kill you like slaughtering a dog!" Ye Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it resounded through heaven and earth, making everyone tremble in fear, as if hearing the oath of a god or demon.
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