Chapter 862: Yuan Xu Realm
"Not good!" The people of Primordial Lake all changed color. Ye Fan's current momentum was worrying. His heart was undoubtedly filled with an invincible conviction, which was not a good omen at all.
"I'll let you revive, kill you once for every life, until your will collapses." Saying something like this showed just how powerful his confidence was.
The crowd couldn't help but change color, and many stirred restlessly. This was the bloodline of an Ancient Emperor, yet someone dared to face him with such an attitude—what did they take him for?
"On the path of attaining the Dao, this is necessary—with me, there is no enemy! Whether it's kings or ancient imperial princes, even if the Emperor in his youth were reborn, what of it? Anyone who blocks the path will be obliterated with one fist. The path of the ancient Great Emperors was always built on white bones and fresh blood." The sage from the Celestial Pivot Stone Workshop murmured to himself.
Yuan Gu revived, veins bulging on his forehead, his hair flying in fury. Being killed several times today had left him stifled with rage. He was such a proud figure, yet now he was being repeatedly slain.
"Ah..."
He let out a long roar, shaking the nine heavens with a thunderous rumble, as if the sky itself was about to fall. He unleashed various secret techniques, but none could withstand the might of the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist. He was sent flying sideways, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.
"Bang"
In the end, the Yuan Emperor Dao Sword was shattered once again, its order divine chains snapping like pearls falling to the ground, leaving trails of flowing light.
"Pfft"
Yuan Gu screamed as he was killed by Ye Fan for the third time along with his Dao sword, transforming into a flash of blood light that fled hundreds of zhang away, reviving through the Yuan Light Reincarnation Wheel.
In this world, every method had its price. He revived himself but consumed part of his origin, losing some color from his face, his luster dimming slightly.
On his forehead, streaks of black blood oozed out, staining his face red. The Yuan Emperor Dao Sword flickered and vanished, no longer appearing, because it was suppressed by the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist. Even if he used it again, it would be useless—this forbidden technique was completely broken.
"Kill!"
At this moment, every pore of Ye Fan's body was connected to heaven and earth. Boundless vital energy surged into him, making him radiate brilliance for ten thousand zhang. Every punch he threw seemed to command the will of the Dao, incomparably supreme. The ten directions of the sky moved with his fists.
Yuan Gu's expression changed drastically. Although his secret techniques were endless, he couldn't withstand them. This fist technique was too domineering—with me, there is no enemy. The stronger the will and conviction, the more terrifying the fist's power.
Especially the six blurry ancient worlds. Each rotation carried a world-grinding force, threatening to twist Yuan Gu's bones to pieces.
"Pfft"
Blood rain scattered as Yuan Gu was sent flying by Ye Fan, blasted hundreds of zhang away. The golden fist shattered the vacuum, and nothing could block it.
"You truly surprise me." Every inch of Yuan Gu's bones had turned to powder. He struggled to recover, slowly climbing up from the ground.
He realized that he had to break Ye Fan's state of mind, or else he would face certain defeat. With this kind of invincible conviction, even a god would dare to be slain—it was a posture of sole supremacy.
"Tap... Tap..."
Yuan Gu paced like a black specter, moving left and right, leaving only hollow footsteps. The world grew dim, incredibly eerie.
A black shadow wandered, like a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful spirit haunting, circling around Ye Fan endlessly, as if it had just escaped from hell, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Whoosh"
Following the Heavenly Court Killing Scripture, Ye Fan launched an assault like the return of the Death God. He vanished abruptly, appeared in an instant, and unleashed a terrifying attack.
"Bang"
The Six Paths Reincarnation Fist was unmatched in the world, collapsing the void. Yuan Gu's bones broke and tendons snapped, coughing up blood. He was sent flying several times, nearly instantly killed.
"I've been forced to this point..." He wiped the blood from his lips, muttering coldly, then suddenly looked up, his eyes becoming incredibly terrifying.
His eyes were deep as the sea. The left eye turned into a black sun, the right eye into a blood moon, devouring people's primordial spirits. There was a feeling of moths flying into a flame, as if one would be drawn in.
He stood there quietly, like a black demon mountain, as if he could crush this world, making people tremble with fear.
A strange aura spread out, causing all the onlookers for ten thousand li to tremble in fear, involuntarily stepping back several paces.
Yuan Gu's aura was completely different, as if he had begun a new life, like a different person, like a demon god resurrected, facing the living world.
Suddenly, a clanging sound rang out. Yuan Gu's eyes sparkled with electric light, like divine weapons humming. The world instantly turned pitch black.
Their physical bodies couldn't move!
Everyone was greatly shocked. Even those dozens of li away felt this sensation—unable to take a single step, frozen in place.
What was happening? This was the question in everyone's mind.
"Go!"
Among them, some extraordinary experts acted, sweeping their sleeves to carry the immobilized people away from the plain to a distance, where they regained their freedom.
"The final chapter of the Yuan Emperor's scripture before his passing—the last forbidden secret technique!"
At this moment, people were nearly suffocating, instantly thinking of this possibility. Yuan Gu, having severed the Dao at the third immortal stage, couldn't have only mastered the Yuan Emperor Dao Sword—he must have other divine techniques.
Of course, the final secret techniques of an Ancient Emperor were the core essence of their life's work. Even a Great Sage couldn't fully comprehend them all. He could learn at most two or three techniques, no more.
Now, at the center of the battlefield, Ye Fan found it difficult to move. He was bound by an unknown force, and an ominous aura surged.
"Another forbidden technique of the Yuan Emperor?"
He muttered to himself, but wasn't panicked, because the opponent's physical body hadn't moved a step either. Only those eyes grew more terrifying.
The world grew darker and darker, until finally it was pitch black, unable to see one's hand in front of one's face. Even the Heavenly Eye Penetration couldn't see through it completely—everything was blurry, as the Dao principles twisted space.
Yuan Gu's cold, emotionless voice sounded from afar: "Forcing me to continuously use the Ancient Emperor's forbidden techniques—you can be proud even in death."
His left eye turned into a black sun, flying out like a great mountain pressing down. His right eye turned into a blood moon, also surging forward, with strange power flowing, attacking forward.
Ye Fan was startled. He was bound, unable to move a step—how could he counter?
Suddenly, divine light blazed in his eyes. The Source Heaven Eye opened, revealing strands of Dao principles densely covering the area, sealing everything, including Yuan Gu's own physical body. Only spiritual power could move.
Ye Fan snorted coldly. His Source Heaven Eye shone brilliantly, using his gaze to carve strands of Dao patterns in the sky, drawing on the source energy beneath the entire earth.
"Boom"
The sealed void shook violently. Endless flames rose up, refining the black sun and blood moon together, surging toward Yuan Gu's physical body.
"Yuan Xu Realm!" Yuan Gu's voice remained cold, unhurriedly uttering these three words, each one clanging like metal and stone splitting the sky.
The surroundings grew even darker. Source energy disappeared, cut off from the earth. They appeared in a primordial void, dim and endless.
This was like a world of ruins, full of devastation, desolate and cold, with nothing else. Ye Fan found that he was truly standing in another world.
The Ancient Emperor's final secret technique was indeed strange and unpredictable, stripping him away to the Yuan Xu Realm, still unable to move.
"Yuan Gu, are you afraid? Defeated in physical combat, now you want to duel with me in divine thought? I'll grant your wish and shatter your will!"
"The battle has just begun. When have I been defeated? You cannot shake my conviction to attain the Dao. You will die under my forbidden technique!" Yuan Gu spoke.
"Boom"
A black sun appeared, accompanied by a blood moon, charging together. Then both erupted with endless light and divine energy, transforming into a pair of figures.
The black sun cracked. A man in dark gold battle armor walked out, holding a black iron halberd, with demonic might covering the world, boundless and domineering.
The blood moon cracked. A youth in blood-red robes rushed out, a large red bell above his head humming softly, surrounded by blood-colored chaos, stepping forward step by step, demonic and heaven-defying.
This was his divine sense manifested, usually nurtured in his eyes, giving birth to two divine beings. No one knew this—they were deities cultivated through the Yuan Emperor's secret technique.
Ye Fan sneered coldly, unafraid. He had considerable experience and understanding of divine thought cultivation, full of confidence. A golden light flashed from his brow, and a small golden figure stepped out, holding a four-sided divine whip, three feet long, with twenty-six sections, each bearing an extreme Dao seal.
Treating the physical body as a waystation, the heavens as a journey, and the spirit as the foundation—this was a secret method recorded in the Divine Spirit Valley scriptures, which had greatly inspired him.
The small golden figure from his brow, holding the God-Slaying Whip, turned into a golden lightning bolt and charged forward, specifically striking divine thoughts, attacking Yuan Gu.
"Clang"
The red bell hummed, sending out ripples that slashed at divine thoughts, making Ye Fan's heart tremble. His primordial spirit wavered, nearly collapsing.
He couldn't help but feel horrified. The opponent's divine thought attack was indeed unique. After stabilizing, the small golden figure swung the God-Slaying Whip and charged forward with overwhelming power—this was the result of countless refinements.
Back then, his divine thoughts couldn't even touch this whip, which was highly damaging to the spirit. Now, it had become a special weapon for him, specifically for the primordial spirit.
Ahead, the demon-god-like figure from the black sun, clad in flashing dark gold battle armor, held a gleaming black iron halberd and met the attack, blocking the God-Slaying Whip with a clang.
"What? You... also have a primordial spirit weapon?" Yuan Gu was clearly shocked.
Ye Fan was also extremely astonished. The iron halberd in the black-clad Yuan Gu's hand and the bell above the red-clad Yuan Gu's head were both weapons specifically refined to deal with the primordial spirit, just like the God-Slaying Whip—secret treasures, though their ranks were unknown.
Yuan Gu's heart surged with turbulent waves. Such secret weapons were extremely difficult to forge, known to few, specifically targeting the primordial spirit, often capable of a one-hit kill.
Ye Fan shuddered, involuntarily feeling a chill. If it had been an ordinary person, they would have been reduced to ashes in one strike. Yuan Gu had prepared a sure-kill technique for him!
Because he clearly knew the terrifying consequences of being struck by a weapon like the God-Slaying Whip on the primordial spirit—even a great immortal would find it hard to save.
The two fought. Yuan Gu's single thought gave birth to two divine beings. One held a black iron halberd, the other had a large red bell above his head—one attacking, one defending, very formidable.
"Clang..."
Ye Fan fought hard. The weapons of the two divine beings were inferior to the God-Slaying Whip, but the opponent had special primordial spirit techniques that could amplify their power many times over.
"One method mastered, all methods penetrated!"
Ye Fan retreated a distance, then laughed coldly, his heart clear and bright. He used the Weapon Art with his primordial spirit to seize the opponent's weapons.
"Clang"
"Clang..."
The iron halberd clanged, the red bell hummed. Yuan Gu cried out in alarm, nearly suffering backlash and dying. He said grimly, "Your secret technique is indeed special—it can seize all weapons. Fortunately, I was prepared."
He suppressed the two primordial spirit weapons, and the two divine beings reverted to a black sun and a blood moon, colliding with each other, weaving strands of divine chains that densely filled the Yuan Xu Realm.
Ye Fan shouted in alarm. The small golden figure turned and fled, the God-Slaying Whip in hand, diving back into his brow.
In the Yuan Xu Realm, strands of order divine principles densely covered everything, all targeting the primordial spirit. This was equivalent to setting up a sure-kill formation, terrifying beyond measure.
This was a secret technique created by the Yuan Emperor. These divine chains must be the extreme of the Dao. Once such a killing formation was complete, who could withstand it?
Trapping the primordial spirit here meant certain death. The Yuan Emperor's final secret techniques were indeed more powerful and terrifying than the last. This special secret realm was equivalent to a purgatory!
"Let's see how you survive. Human Sacred Body, I will use your sacred bone skull to refine a crystal wine cup, as my eternal keepsake." Yuan Gu said coldly, hidden within the Yuan Xu Realm.
"Actually, I also think the battle should end. On the path of the Great Emperor, there are many bones. Today, you will become the first ancient imperial bloodline to fall at my feet, forging my path to attaining the Dao!" Ye Fan shouted.