Chapter 783: Divine Spirit Art
Blood dripped everywhere, a shocking and gruesome sight!
Ye Fan stepped down from the sky atop Zi Tian Du, his foot stomping through his chest, shattering it into four or five pieces, his sole piercing straight through and landing on the ground.
This scene stunned everyone present. In this garden, there were countless sect leaders and even more rising talents from the Southern Ridge. The pearls of the imperial dynasties and great sects all lost their color.
The style of blood, the scene of gore, was more powerful than any words. The dignified young master of the Divine Spirit Valley, an heir to an ancient royal clan, had been defeated by the Human Sacred Body like this.
Ye Fan had used no tricks, not even revealing a weapon. It was pure aesthetic violence, overwhelming and destructive, shattering everything with a pair of golden fists.
Invincible in the current era! Everyone felt it—he harbored such a conviction in his heart.
Ye Fan's decisive words and actions conveyed a sharpness that crushed all obstacles. Anything that stood in his way was shattered with a single punch.
Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, Kong Linghua, and Xie Siyuan all turned pale, their hearts pounding in the distance, filled with unease.
Wu Fei, one of the Four Great Heavenly Women, was relatively fine, but the other pearls also had restless expressions, pondering whether they had criticized the Human Sacred Body while smiling charmingly at the Divine Spirit Valley's young master.
The crowd was in shock, all watching from afar, with no one daring to approach.
The ground was crimson. Ye Fan stood there, Zi Tian's body shattered into pieces. At that moment, a golden hand pressed down, intending to end his life completely.
Zi Tian Du let out a sharp, miserable cry. His body completely collapsed, turning into a burst of light. But everyone was startled—this was his own doing.
A blazing light emerged. Another Zi Tian Du stood in the void, escaping from beneath Ye Fan's foot. He merged with his primordial spirit and lunged forward.
The entire world rumbled. Various Dao patterns appeared, as if concepts like immortality, eternity, and the ages were all on the verge of destruction.
A divine spirit!
Everyone sensed this aura. This light-formed Zi Tian Du, merged with his primordial spirit, was even more terrifying. It instantly froze the void, as if making all things stand still for a brief moment.
"Do you think the Divine Spirit Valley is named for nothing?" Zi Tian Du said coldly.
Ye Fan's body could barely move, bound in the void. The light-formed body, like a deity, shot out terrifying beams of light.
"We cultivate the divine spirit; the flesh is just a waystation!" Zi Tian Du roared, attacking Ye Fan's primordial spirit, aiming to destroy it within his Immortal Platform.
The Divine Spirit Valley ultimately cultivated the primordial spirit, refining their own divine spirit. At the highest level, they would abandon the flesh.
Zi Tian Du was far from reaching that peak. If not forced into such a desperate situation, he would never have dared to use this technique, as it could easily lead to spirit destruction!
But today, he succeeded without any danger.
"Dong!"
Ye Fan's physical body was struck like lightning. A crack appeared on his forehead, and a trace of blood seeped out, but his body remained standing, unyielding.
"Such a powerful physique. It's a pity to destroy it. Leave it to me as a waystation, to become my true body in the future." Zi Tian Du laughed, exceptionally cruel.
His body emitted an even more terrifying light, shooting toward Ye Fan's forehead. With a soft "dong," another crack appeared, and blood flowed.
"Break through your Immortal Platform, seize your flesh, and the Human Sacred Body will become my vessel!" he shouted madly, charging forward.
In the distance, the crowd was horrified. No one had expected Zi Tian Du to possess such dreadful means. The flesh was unimportant; the true terror was the divine spirit he had cultivated.
"You can die now. Give me that powerful body." Zi Tian Du roared, his expression ferocious, as he transformed into a blazing light to pierce Ye Fan's Immortal Platform.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a golden hand reached out, grabbing him and holding him in its palm. Ye Fan said coldly, "A divine spirit? That's all it amounts to!"
"What? How can you break through? The eternal binding—no one at the second level of the Immortal Platform can escape this restraint!" Zi Tian Du screamed, only now feeling terror.
"The Divine Spirit Valley has such secret arts—it does surprise me a bit. But trying to kill me with this is still lacking." Ye Fan's golden battle qi surged endlessly, his blazing aura overwhelming the heavens, and boundless holy light flooded the area.
All restraints, bindings, and eternal forces were shattered.
"Ah..." Zi Tian Du screamed, struggling violently, but it was useless. Ye Fan's hand was closing, slowly grinding away his light body.
Relying on one's own efforts to climb from hell to heaven step by step, reversing everything, would bring a sense of achievement and endless spiritual joy. But if, just after climbing up, someone kicked you back down, it would be more tragic than cycling through the eighteen levels of hell.
"No!" Zi Tian Du was utterly despairing. He thought he had turned the tide at the critical moment, trampling his unparalleled enemy underfoot, only to find it was all in vain.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. They asked themselves—if it were them, could they have escaped this calamity? The Divine Spirit Valley's secret art was sudden and terrifying.
A true desperate counterattack! But Ye Fan forcefully suppressed it, preventing it from achieving its intended effect.
"I don't want to die! Ancestral King's true words, forbidden divine art, borrow heaven's power, borrow the Dao's light—burn for me!" Zi Tian Du roared unwillingly, his expression twisted.
On his body, an ancient character bloomed with eerie and terrifying light. On his soul, there was an engraved character, emitting a dreadful pressure of a sage.
"The aura of an ancient ancestral king!"
Ye Fan shouted in alarm. That was the work of an ancient sage-level figure. Zi Tian Du, as the heir of the Divine Spirit Valley, had indeed received protection and favor.
"Weng!"
His Immortal Platform shone brilliantly. A golden miniature figure, identical to him, flew out holding a small cauldron, harmonizing with the Dao of heaven and earth.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the void appeared to freeze, far surpassing Zi Tian Du's eternal binding.
Taiji became Ye Fan's divine form, reversing and returning. His primordial spirit merged with the Dao, becoming an elusive point, breaking free from his original body's universe, turning into a variable!
Like a ray of primordial light, nothing could stop it. His primordial spirit, holding the small cauldron, descended from the heavens and smashed Zi Tian Du's soul into pieces with a "bang."
Everything was still, except for the point of Wuji formed by the reversal of Taiji, which was in motion—that was Ye Fan's primordial spirit and the small cauldron.
In the distance, the onlookers were also motionless, as if frozen in this scene.
"Hong!"
Only when Zi Tian Du's soul exploded and Ye Fan's primordial spirit returned with the cauldron did everything seem to come alive again.
Ye Fan instantly fled far away, leaving the scene. Zi Tian Du, body and spirit destroyed, didn't even let out a scream before turning to dust.
"Who killed my descendant, leaving no room for mercy?!" a majestic voice shouted. In the void, an ancient character blazed with heaven-piercing divine light.
"It was me!" Ye Fan stood in the distant sky, fearless.
"Weng!"
That ancient character shone brightly, transforming into a massive purple claw that descended, covering the sky. It was meant to turn everything to ash with one strike, destroying all.
The heavens and earth trembled!
Ye Fan acted decisively. His golden battle qi boiled over, flooding the world, disrupting heavenly secrets, and confusing everyone's vision.
In the void, he carved eighteen ancient characters—nine from the Dao Scripture and nine from the Sun True Scripture—creating a small world prison that concealed all aura, completely isolating it from the outside.
At that moment, Li Tian and Yan Yixi acted without hesitation. They directly offered the Divine Maiden Furnace, a crystal-clear furnace that erupted with blazing light and smashed into it.
The roar was like an ocean!
Words could hardly describe it. It was deafening, as if suns, moons, and stars were falling one by one.
However, those outside couldn't perceive it. They were using a weapon of a human great sage to erase the imprint of an ancestral king.
The eighteen ancient characters concealed its aura.
Ye Fan, Li Tian, and Yan Yixi acted fiercely and decisively, bold as heaven, directly grinding away the imprint of an ancient ancestral king.
Zi Tian Du was dead!
This news spread quickly, causing an uproar across the Southern Ridge. Many were dumbfounded, their hearts filled with shock.
The pressure of the ancient clans about to emerge made even the imperial dynasties feel breathless. In recent years, humanity had been on high alert, and many were uneasy.
Now, someone had struck against the ancient royal clan, killing the heir of the Divine Spirit Valley. It was a major upheaval—the first time anyone had dared to do such a thing. This was a massive storm.
After killing Zi Tian Du, Ye Fan did not leave. He stayed in a garden to enjoy the scenery, making some people uneasy, especially Chen Yuan, Liu Yunjie, and Xie Siyuan, who felt uncertain.
Ye Fan glanced at them lightly and said, "As talents of the Southern Ridge, you should have your own backbone. Your ancestors were all renowned prodigies in history."
These words made their faces burn. They cupped their hands and slowly retreated. Since he didn't turn hostile and attack, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A zither began to play. First, it was like a gentle stream, clear drops of spring water, then it gradually intensified, rising to a crescendo—clashing weapons, ringing swords, and a murderous aura soaring to the heavens.
When the piece ended, Wu Fei, one of the Four Great Heavenly Women of the Southern Ridge, sighed softly. "Gentlemen, do you also think I was flattering the ancient royal clan?"
"Of course not. Hearing the strings reveals the person. Miss Wu is exceptionally intelligent—how could you be that kind of person?" Li Tian said with a grin, acting familiar and stepping forward to introduce himself warmly.
The Four Great Heavenly Women of the Southern Ridge were renowned for their beauty, all peerless beauties who could topple nations. Qi Huoshui ranked first, and Wu Fei was third.
"Will you stay here long? Aren't you afraid of powerful enemies coming to your door?" Wu Fei asked.
"I sit here in stillness, waiting for them to come one by one!" Ye Fan stood in the pavilion, his words resolute, gazing into the distance.
Without a doubt, the outside world was already in an uproar, with countless people discussing today's battle.
Ye Fan could already see Wang Teng, Hua Yunfei, Yuan Gu, and the people from the Killer Divine Dynasty rushing over.
"You're waiting for them to arrive?" Yan Yixi asked quietly.
"Naturally, I won't be a target waiting for them to attack. When they're close, we'll intercept and kill them one by one!" Ye Fan said in a low voice.
The wind began to rise. One after another, crystal-clear flowers withered, scattering and falling.
"Ancient ancestral kings are about to emerge… immense pressure…" Ye Fan muttered to himself. How could it be easy to intimidate those ancient kings?