# Chapter 748: Old Master's Mount, the Bull Divine King
Under the bright moonlight, the Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff was shrouded in hazy clear radiance. Several great kings were battling, with divine domains, ancient secret arts, and Dao marks flying everywhere as the fight reached its white-hot intensity.
After the Pure Ancient Daoist descended, he first raised his hand and captured a primordial spirit—that which Virtuous Virtue Daoist had sent flying. People were astonished to find that within the primordial spirit, there seemed to be another soul.
"Virtuous Virtue Daoist was terrifying, but unfortunately he encountered Yin Tiande. Being able to leave behind a primordial spirit is already quite impressive!" Yan Yixi said. Not long ago, they had all seen a divine soul escape, narrowly avoiding disaster.
"Within the primordial spirit is another soul. The Three Deficiencies Daoist of the Nether Ridge Ancient Daoist Temple is truly fearsome." Yi Qingwu was shocked.
"Three Deficiencies Daoist is indeed gifted with heavenly talent, but isn't this a bit exaggerated?" Li Tian dismissed it casually.
"You don't understand Three Deficiencies Daoist. Few in the world know his secret. He is still incomplete now; in a few hundred years, that will be another matter..." Yi Qingwu revealed a startling secret.
What is Three Deficiencies? It refers to being deficient in three souls. Since childhood, he was chosen by the master of Nether Ridge Ancient Daoist Temple, deemed suitable to learn their supreme secret canon, with other peerless experts assisting him.
His three divine souls were respectively parasitic within his father and two other extraordinary experts, nourishing and undergoing Dao transformation. One day they would return to the main body, and at that time, he would become the Complete Daoist.
"Such hidden secrets exist..." Ye Fan was astonished.
"Once he becomes the Complete Daoist, he will automatically become the master of Nether Ridge. But that might be several hundred years from now; no need to worry at present. What he cultivates is the ancient Longevity Scripture, which is the most time-consuming."
"Then that other soul within the primordial spirit just now belongs to Three Deficiencies Daoist? It's being nourished?"
The Pure Ancient Daoist made his move, displaying the Longevity Art. The entire azure sea stirred, with boundless vital energy surging up from the water, ceaseless and inexhaustible, rushing forward.
The Light King pointed with his finger, and an undying immortal light flew out. This was his innate Light Qi, a divine art born with him that could dissolve various secret techniques.
Within the azure sea, mist rose and vapors swirled, billions of strands emerging. The entire ocean seemed to burn as the Pure Ancient Daoist pointed with joined fingers, sending up tens of thousands of vital energy waves that surged upward in chaos, meeting the divine light.
"It's not that intense—far less terrifying than the battle over by the Human King." Li Tian commented.
"They're just testing each other. Next will come a life-or-death duel." Ye Fan said.
Indeed, the next moment, a shocking scene appeared. The two exchanged a palm strike, and the void collapsed and annihilated. If not for the Feather Transformation Platform being an immortal cliff, it would have been destroyed.
Their attacks were extremely astonishing, piercing through time and space, breaking out a tunnel that passed through the ancient slaughter formation formed by the eighteen ancient ships, and also evading the sacred weapon of the Longevity Ancient Daoist Temple. The two shattered the void, as if they had ascended to immortality.
They appeared above the azure sea, having left their original battlefield. This world-shaking strike broke out a passage, with fragments of time flashing and disappearing.
"Terrifying power! Such people are too strong, immeasurable. These are true great accomplished kings; what came before was merely a small test!"
The bright moon hung high, the sea was calm, with sparkling waves—a very tranquil scene.
Two "living dead" who had few rivals in their era stood facing each other. Though very calm, invisible killing intent surged. With a great sound, they struck again.
The Pure Ancient Daoist released his divine domain. The Longevity Ancient Scripture nurtured the Dao of nature. The azure sea stretched to the horizon, and the entire Eastern Sea seemed to become his field.
The Light King gave a great shout, his entire body bursting with divine radiance. The Light Divine Domain appeared, dazzling and brilliant, like an undying divine ring enveloping him.
This was a world-shaking absolute duel. Neither side held back, engaging in a divine domain battle. Each collision felt like returning to the beginning of the Primordial Era.
This was a confrontation of Dao, an elevation and clash of personal enlightenment. With each collision, inexplicable scenes appeared.
With a harmonious resonance of the Great Dao, tens of thousands of ancient stars flickered. Between them, it seemed a star domain was evolving, with the secret power of heaven and earth's creation.
Another strike, and everything that existed disappeared.
Vitality appeared in an instant. Lush vegetation grew, a divine tree was born, vigorous and sturdy like a dragon, its bark cracked, piercing through both the mortal and immortal realms. It was eternal and undying, each leaf inscribed with Dao patterns, dripping with Dao light.
This was a World Tree, a heaven-piercing tree, manifested by the resonance of the two experts' Dao marks, mysterious and terrifying.
A third strike unfolded, and everything disappeared again.
This time, they returned to eternity—boundless darkness, endless cold—as if arriving at the end of the ancient universe, seeing the end of life.
Such was the terrifying confrontation of great accomplished kings. No words could describe this shock. If those of other realms entered, they would have no hope of survival, turning to dust in an instant.
Each strike resonated with the Great Dao, transforming into various unimaginable scenes, with momentary indestructible divine power, imprinting the secret of eternity.
"Light King, return the immortal scriptures to my Longevity Temple, and this matter ends. Otherwise, don't blame this poor Daoist for being ruthless." The Pure Ancient Daoist spoke woodenly. He was a very ancient Daoist, seemingly not belonging to this era.
"Do you think that what has fallen into my hands can still be returned?" The Light King was shrouded in divine light, like a god reborn from fire. Black hair spread beneath his golden crown, and in his eyes were endless star domains, as if evolving the secret of creation.
"Hum—"
The Pure Ancient Daoist said nothing more. A stream of innate Dao essence surged from his head, transforming into an auspicious cloud. The ancient sacred weapon—the Daoist Temple—arrived in an instant.
In that moment, majestic power, vast energy, and the sound of the Heavenly Dao cascaded down like a waterfall. The entire ancient Daoist temple condensed undying divine radiance.
The Light King gave a soft cry. A burst of rosy light surged from within his body, brilliant as tens of thousands of immortal flowers blooming together, illuminating heaven and earth.
"You borrowed a sacred weapon!" The Pure Ancient Daoist's gaze froze. The other party had not revealed the form of this weapon, but its power was absolutely extraordinary, immeasurable.
The Longevity Ancient Daoist Temple was simple and grand. Every tile and stone bore the imprint of a sage. At this moment, tens of thousands of divine power threads cascaded down like a heavenly curtain, pouring forth.
On the other side, the Heavenly Demon King, with extreme unwillingness, abandoned that half-page of immortal scriptures. Blood stained the sky. He was nearly killed, leaving behind half of his severed demon body as he departed.
Meanwhile, on the Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff, the Human King's divine might dominated the world. He was engaged in a great battle with the Golden Crow King. Both had ignited their true fire, settling an old grievance from two thousand years ago.
The eighteen cold bronze ships pressed down, forming a slaughter formation crafted by ancient sages, surpassing even sacred weapons in power.
The Human King was an old man in silver robes wearing a white jade divine crown. His head was covered in dense white hair, his stature tall and robust, moving with the stride of a dragon and the step of a tiger.
Ahead, solar essence fire burned fiercely. The Golden Crow King had a majestic build, like a middle-aged war god. His gaze was sharp as a blade. He wielded a Crow-Wing Gilded Halberd, causing all directions to tremble.
Old grudges, ancient hatreds—the continuation of the battle from two thousand years ago—all erupted at this moment, with no end until death. Between them, half a page of a divine spirit ancient scripture floated.
"Boom—"
The Golden Crow King moved. Swinging his Crow-Wing Gilded Halberd, it seemed to collapse an ancient star domain, carrying the force of billions of jun as it descended. Its light illuminated past, present, and future, carrying the aura of a deity.
In the distance, Ye Fan's expression changed. Only at this moment did he understand how terrifying the Golden Crow King was—many times stronger than when his projection manifested outside the heavenly domain.
This single strike was enough to crush tens of thousands of Land Crows. This was a being like a demon god, so powerful it made one's soul tremble!
At his current realm, he had absolutely no hope of contending by force. Even with his Eight Prohibitions, it was impossible—the gap in realms was too great.
Moreover, figures like these—which of them was not astonishing across the ages? How else could they have passed the Dao Severing barrier? They all possessed great perseverance and great fortune, as well as the ability of Seven Prohibitions.
The battle reached its white-hot intensity!
As time passed, whether in the azure sea or on the Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff, a great calamity was unfolding. Great accomplished kings were fighting to the death.
"How long will this go on? If it continues, it will inevitably alert the scattered cultivators of the overseas islands, and then things will become even more troublesome." Li Tian said.
This place was adjacent to the vast sea. Such world-shaking killing intent and the aura of great accomplished kings piercing the heavens would likely be sensed by the sea tribes.
The Eastern Sea had endless legends. In ancient times, some sages had set out to sea from here. The overseas islands must have kings. If one or two emerged, things would become even more complicated.
"Yin Tiande has appeared again. He can't wait any longer either, afraid of accidents!" Yan Yixi said.
In the battlefield, that thin, withered figure reappeared. He must have carried a terrifying Dao artifact that concealed all his aura, impenetrable even to great accomplished kings.
At this moment, Yin Tiande took out an earthenware jar and stood on the Feather Transformation Immortal Cliff. Ye Fan mistakenly thought it was the Devouring Demon Jar, but upon closer inspection realized it was not.
The next instant, he was stunned. On the earthenware jar was a "Seal" character, an ancient pre-Qin inscription from the other end of the starry sky.
Yin Tiande opened the jar. Instantly, a black light surged up, piercing through heaven and earth. A massive wild bull stamped its hooves, seeming to crush heaven and earth as it stood in the air.
Its entire body was a gleaming green, its hide as smooth as green satin. Its two horns were like broadswords, wild and powerful, as if they could tear open the heavens.
This was a massive green bull. It let out a wild bull roar, and instantly a great wind arose, sand and stones flying—a terrifying sight.
In an instant, it transformed into a horned, burly giant covered in green cow hair. Its cow eyes, cow nose, and other features were preserved, like a great demon that had not fully transformed. Dark clouds swirled around its body.
Ye Fan was dumbfounded. This was the spitting image of a Bull Demon King—wild, fierce, and robust. How had it come to this place?
"I am the Bull Divine King!" A deep, rumbling roar sounded like thunder in the sky, shaking the azure sea into howling, causing a great upheaval.
Not to mention the several great accomplished kings, even Yin Tiande himself was stunned. He held the earthenware jar in one hand and a Dao slip in the other, examining them repeatedly, then looked toward the wild bull.
"West out of Hangu Pass... how many years has it been..." The Bull Divine King muttered.
In the distance, Ye Fan almost jumped up. This... damn... was... that bull?!
At this moment, his heart pounded violently. Everything was so unbelievable. Two thousand five hundred years ago, Old Master had gone west out of Hangu Pass, purple qi stretching thirty thousand li, disappearing from ancient China.
Could it be that the so-called Hangu Pass had another meaning? Old Master rode a bull westward. Based on current appearances, he had walked into the starry domain!
West out of Hangu Pass, passing through the Big Dipper, arriving at the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain—such a "westward journey" was truly astonishing.
Ye Fan stared at the bull. Could this really be Old Master's mount? How had it been sealed inside an earthenware jar?