# Chapter 855: Back Turned to All Living Beings
This person seemed capable of shattering eternity!
He stood there on the ancient platform, trampling all dao patterns beneath his feet, making even the Great Dao submit, with the natural laws of heaven and earth offering no resistance, all obeying his commands.
Wu Shi!
Was this Wu Shi?
An existence capable of sweeping across all heavens, invincible wherever he went, celebrated by people for millennia—who could have seen him? No portraits of him existed in the world, no one knew his true form.
Ye Fan's heart pounded violently. The man on the platform was too extraordinary, possessing a unique temperament—one where there was only himself, no heaven; where there was himself, no Dao!
He seemed to represent heaven and earth, to represent eternity and the Great Dao. With black hair draped over his shoulders, his majestic form stood like an immortal monument, unassailable by anyone.
Unfortunately, he still had his back turned to the mortal world. His true face could not be seen, his gaze could not be witnessed. This filled Ye Fan with immense regret.
At this moment, the aura of an ancient Great Emperor permeated the air, as if crossing through millennia, as if truly gazing upon a flesh-and-blood Dao attainer.
Why was this so? Ye Fan had an illusion—why did this supreme existence, both human and divine, always turn his back to all living beings? The phantom seen in Purple Mountain had been the same!
The weathered platform, marked by mottled years, recorded the Great Emperor's life. Sitting alone in meditation, back turned to all living beings—what was he gazing at?
"Boom"
Emperor Wu Shi began to manifest. His laws, his techniques, his Dao seemed to span past and present, unfolding before their eyes, appearing in the mortal world.
Strand after strand of dao light flew out, thread after thread of divine principles interwove. He became the center of heaven and earth, with even the sun, moon, and stars revolving around him.
Wu Shi's methods—setting aside their secrets—their very momentum was enough to shake one's soul. What kind of power was this? He was like the center of the universe.
"Boom"
A wave of aura rushed forward, engulfing Ye Fan. This was... His heart trembled with shock. He felt as if a living person was standing with his back to him.
Emperor Wu Shi seemed still to exist in the world, right ahead, manifesting the secrets of attaining the Dao. Everything was so wondrous that Ye Fan's mind was completely drawn in.
This was a technique, not the entirety of Wu Shi's Dao, but it was enough for others to spend their entire lives comprehending—and perhaps grasp only the surface.
"So close, yet so far. I can't see clearly, don't know how it operates."
Ye Fan's heart was as still as water, not losing his composure. He opened his heavenly eye to see the essence, and his wind-hearing ears listened to the sound of the Dao, capturing its trajectory.
"I hear the wondrous sound of the Dao."
A ripple appeared in his heart. Dao resonated in his ears, interweaving into tangible traces that emerged in his mind.
Ye Fan moved his body, following his heart's impulse. Using his body as a dharma seal, he merged with heaven and earth, beginning to deduce again and again.
He forgot everything else, unaware of where he was. Before his eyes was only that majestic figure—his goal, the very foundation he pursued.
Boundless void, eternal Dao. Ye Fan forgot everything, only that Dao before him. He chased it unceasingly, wanting to grasp it in his palm.
"Crack"
A bolt of lightning struck down, splitting this world, shattering this tranquility, disrupting the order of time and space, pulling him out of this state.
"Kid, you've gone mad!" A large black claw landed on his shoulder, shaking him forcefully.
"What's wrong? Why did you interrupt my thoughts? I was about to grasp everything in my hand," Ye Fan asked.
"You were about to dissolve into the Dao just now. You were nearly becoming part of the laws of heaven and earth," the big black dog said in a deep voice.
Dissolving into the Dao—a terrifying term. Many powerful cultivators ultimately walk this path, dying with their Dao extinguished, returning to the dao principles of heaven and earth.
"Is that so? But I was clearly approaching that divine technique, about to master it. Why would I dissolve into the Dao?" he asked himself.
"That's because Emperor Wu Shi is too formidable. He can suppress the Great Dao of heaven and earth. The laws he manifests are unparalleled in the world. You haven't reached that realm, yet you want to be like him—that's definitely seeking death."
However, the big black dog was also quite astonished. It hadn't expected Ye Fan to be so immersed, to have such comprehension, nearly grasping the essence of that technique.
"You can't grasp it. Even a Great Sage couldn't do it, so you can't force it. No one knows the state of mind in which Emperor Wu Shi created that technique. Without resonance, you can never fully comprehend it."
Afterward, Ye Fan began to contemplate again, gazing at that figure with its back to all living beings, manifesting the Dao in his heart, understanding the secret technique, forgetting both self and the world.
Finally, everything vanished. Black Emperor had closed that segment of ancient memories. Only Ye Fan stood alone on the mountain peak, closing his eyes, silently comprehending.
"What did you teach him? Is it Wu Shi's Dao?" Duan De appeared mysteriously, emerging from a tunnel, asking Black Emperor.
"Woof, you dare eavesdrop!" The big black dog chased after him, biting.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerable, this poor Daoist is not that kind of person. Besides, you were transmitting the method in your mind—how could I see it?" Duan De said.
Black Emperor stopped, saying, "His comprehension in cultivation is quite good. He quickly understands the essence. Unfortunately, he's not an Innate Sacred Body Dao Fetus."
"Who moved the ancient tomb stele of Heavenly Village?" Qi Luo's voice came from afar, followed by angry roars as he discovered a tunnel.
"I'm leaving first. I'll come watch a shocking battle later!" Duan De shrank his neck, disappearing into the tunnel.
After a day and a night, Ye Fan awoke. Stretching out his hand toward the morning glow, his entire body was wreathed in sunlight, becoming incomparably brilliant.
"Is this one of Emperor Wu Shi's secret techniques?"
He muttered to himself, clenching his right fist, striking his left hand with full force, then using Wu Shi's secret technique to defend. Something strange happened.
"I may understand Wu Shi's path..." Ye Fan looked at his own hands, his heart shaken.
In the distance, Black Emperor's heart trembled violently. Ye Fan had understood that technique in such a short time—it was astonishing.
"To comprehend to this level is extremely remarkable. No one can obtain a complete Wu Shi technique," the big black dog murmured, then ran forward, saying, "The path Emperor Wu Shi walked, and his Dao—no one can see through them. Don't overthink it. Quickly consolidate your understanding."
Time passed quickly. Nine days vanished in an instant, leaving only six days. A tense atmosphere spread. Everyone in Heavenly Village was waiting.
"The Divine Son will surely win!" Even Little Sparrow knew this, holding her milk bottle, toddling along, clenching a tender little fist.
These days, the Northern Domain had become a gathering place of storms. Powerful figures from all directions converged, arriving from all over the world to watch this battle.
It could be said that this battle had far-reaching implications. It concerned many things. The Human Sacred Body's duel against the Ancient Emperor Bloodline was, in a sense, a contest between two major forces, a dialogue between the strongest.
The great era had arrived. Heaven and earth had long been stained with blood. Some outstanding talents among the younger generation had already fallen, but it was far from shocking enough. Figures like Hua Yunfei, Central Emperor, Yuangu, and Huang Xudao were the true focal points—none of them had ever fallen.
And this time would be a terrifying collision, the most attention-grabbing duel of the younger generation. Whether Yuangu died or the Human Sacred Body fell in battle, it would be a major earthquake.
Before the battle even began, the Northern Domain was already stirred up. All kinds of discussions rose to the clouds. Countless eyes were watching.
Who would win, who would lose, who was strong, who was weak—this sparked heated debate. The entire Northern Domain was no longer peaceful. The whole world watched, everyone waiting with bated breath.
Ye Fan left Heavenly Village, walking alone through desolate mountains and wild lands, strolling outside Purple Mountain, arriving at the edge of the Primordial Forbidden Zone, appearing by Falling Eagle Cliff.
Li Heishui, Dongfang Ye, and others wanted to follow, but he didn't agree. He traveled alone, adjusting his state to reach its peak.
He walked through many primeval regions, visited many wild mountain ranges he had never set foot in before. Finally, he crossed the void alone, arriving in the Southern Domain.
Experts from all directions converged on the Northern Domain. Qixia Plain, this ancient battlefield, was no longer silent. War clouds gathered. Many people arrived early, bringing a surge of vitality.
The clamorous Northern Domain, with constantly arriving powerful figures—all were waiting. This battle touched everyone's heart.
However, at this moment, Ye Fan entered the Fire Domain alone, holding the Bodhi seed, going straight to the ninth layer. The temperature here was terrifying, enough to make even a Sage hesitate.
He summoned the Primordial Qi Cauldron and began to absorb madly. Nine-colored mist surged—this was the most terrifying fire in the world, turning into blazing light, entering the cauldron.
One should not have harmful intentions, but one should not lack defensive precautions. This battle was watched by the whole world. Various dangerous situations might occur. The ancient clans truly had experts like clouds. If powerful figures intervened, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Whether human Sages would appear, he didn't know. He needed to prepare his own escape route. Even if a black hand reached out, he could retreat unscathed.
Both sides had already agreed not to use legendary Saint weapons, to rely on true strength for the duel. Ye Fan agreed. Otherwise, if Yuangu pulled out Yuan Emperor's weapon, there would be no need to fight.
This battle would be a true contest of real strength. He would not deploy the flames unless an unexpected incident occurred and someone tried to harm him. They were merely a contingency.
A rustling sound came, as if some creature was crawling. Ye Fan's heart startled. Turning around, he saw the ultimate immortal flame again!
At the end of the Fire Domain was a dry, barren land—bare, lifeless, without even flames. But legend said an immortal had been burned to death here, and the Desolate Tower had floated here for several thousand years.
A small tree was moving. The rustling sound came from it. Flames danced—patches of runes, mysterious and unfathomable, burning through the heavens, incinerating eternity.
This was a fearsome place. Even a Sage would tremble before this ultimate flame. No one could withstand it. Touching it meant certain doom.
Ancient records were vague. Whether this tree flame existed was debatable, as there was no definitive conclusion. But Ye Fan had come here twice and seen it with his own eyes both times. He dared not move rashly, waiting quietly for it to disappear.
"Chirp chirp chirp..."
The tree flame swayed, less than a meter tall. On one branch appeared a small bird with magnificent wings, chirping incessantly. Like the flame, it was composed of runes and dao principles.
"Immortal Phoenix!"
Ye Fan was astonished. It resembled a phoenix, lifelike, smaller than a palm, moving amid the flames, mysterious and unfathomable.
He sensed danger and quickly retreated. But at that moment, the dazzling bird chirped twice more, spitting out a speck of light.
This speck of light was very small. Before it even approached, the terrifying temperature arrived, as if it could incinerate all worlds, making one's hair stand on end.
This was the ultimate flame at the end of the Fire Domain. Though just a wisp of light, it was unbearable. Ye Fan wanted to dodge but couldn't—it was too fast, already upon him.
He offered up the Bodhi seed to block this wisp of scorching light. It was clearly visible as a rune, reduced to a strand as thin as a hair, burning through the void.
"Boom"
Suddenly, the Bodhi seed emitted boundless light, but it couldn't block it. It was about to split open.
"Buddha light!?" Ye Fan was startled. He had never thought this seed contained Buddhist power, as he had never sensed it before.
He stepped on the Stride Art to retreat, but couldn't escape this wisp of light. He swung the Primordial Qi Cauldron to block it, while offering various sacred objects to resist.
"Clang"
Suddenly, a resonant sound rang out. The wisp of light was blocked—by the Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture!
It was half a page of scripture fragments, blood-red in color, brought back from the Ziwei Star. It had always been impossible to comprehend because it had no words, only incomplete dao patterns.
Vapors rose, boundless and brilliant. Crimson glow dyed his entire body, nearly translucent. A phoenix cry rang out, clear and ear-shattering.
The half-page Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture, forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold, resonated with that wisp of light!
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