Chapter 864: Primordial Emperor Versus Wu Shi
"Woof," "Woof"...
Dog barks came from within the crowd, snapping many of the ancient clans back to their senses from the earlier shock. The Qixia Plains descended into chaos, with chickens flying and dogs jumping, a cacophony of noise.
A young Daoist who had earlier called himself Tongtian was caught by a large black dog, which had clamped its jaws around an arm thicker than an ordinary person's leg. He grimaced and shouted repeatedly.
"Whose dog isn't tied up? Why is it biting people randomly!"
"Woof!"
"Dog demon, I have no grievance with you, old or new. Why are you biting me?"
"What did you just say? That the Human Sacred Body, after severing the Dao, killed Yuangu like slaughtering... what?" Black Emperor bared its teeth, a mouthful of gleaming white fangs flashing coldly.
"Slaughtering a dog, of course... Damn, it hurts this poor Daoist! Let go of me!" The burly Tongtian Daoist hopped and shook his arm.
The big black dog pounced on him, biting wildly and barking incessantly, making the onlookers find it both amusing and exasperating. The battlefield was tense to the extreme, yet here, dogs barked and a man-dog battle raged.
Evening sunlight scattered across the Qixia Plains, pockmarked with pits and filled with deep valleys and chasms. Under the blood-red sunset, it appeared especially desolate, a scene of bleakness and chill.
"Primordial Emperor cut down his greatest enemy here and thereby attained the Dao. You are his eighth-generation descendant, with his imperial blood flowing in your veins. Why can't you stand up and slay your opponent!?"
An ancestral king from the Primordial Lake roared, his voice echoing across the entire plain, shaking everyone present. His words carried the might of thunder, like the booming of heavenly laws!
The human cultivators, in particular, shuddered. Although the Ten Thousand Clans Gathering had long agreed that saints would not display their divine abilities, who could guarantee they truly wouldn't act?
At this moment, several ancestral kings were watching the battle from the Qixia Plains, causing those who cared about Ye Fan and held hope for him to feel a sinking sensation, as if some ill omen was approaching.
Ye Fan's heart tightened. Was the ancestral king of Primordial Lake trying to awaken Yuangu's fighting spirit? Or was his hidden purpose to warn him not to act? Was this a death threat?
This was a life-and-death battle. Before the duel, there had been an agreement: no one was to interfere. Everything would be decided by strength alone—the victor lives, the defeated dies.
The setting sun cast Ye Fan's shadow long across the ground. His footsteps echoed eerily across the empty battlefield, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper reverberating.
"Ah..."
Yuangu let out a mournful cry. His black hair danced wildly like weeds as he straightened up. His brow was split open, blood continuously seeping out. His Immortal Platform was nearly shattered, and half of his divine sense was destroyed.
"I have lost... but I am unwilling!" he growled deeply. His thick black hair hung loose, covering half his face. His eyes, like black suns, looked hollow. He resembled a dormant demon lord.
"Unwillingness cannot change the outcome." Ye Fan approached, his entire body wreathed in radiance, like a Heavenly Emperor descending to the mortal world. His aura was overwhelmingly imposing.
"I have lost on the path to attaining the Dao. There is no hope for me in this life. But I, who have severed the Dao at the third level of immortality, can still kill you." Yuangu laughed bitterly.
Everyone was stunned, not understanding his meaning. Why would he say that? As if there were some hidden truth. Ye Fan was also taken aback.
"As the eighth-generation descendant of Primordial Emperor, having severed the Dao at the third level of immortality, I was still defeated by you. Do you think I am too weak?" Yuangu's voice was low, filled with loss. "I wanted to attain the Dao. When I challenged you to this duel, how could I oppress you with my realm? The blood of Primordial Emperor flows in my veins—I have my own dignity!"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Had Yuangu been suppressing his own realm, fighting the Human Sacred Body fairly at the Great Perfection of the second level of immortality?
Ye Fan was also stunned.
Yuangu had regarded this battle as a crucial step on the path to attaining the Dao. Had he refrained from using the power of severing the Dao? Though he was cruel and ruthless, he unexpectedly possessed such persistence and dedication.
"Abandoning everything, forgetting all family and friends, being reborn in this era only to attain the Dao—it was my only hope and goal. And now... it is gone." Yuangu murmured, tears rolling down his face, carrying a hint of sorrow.
The path to attaining the Dao was a path of ruthlessness. Cultivators had to let go of too much. And someone like him, sealed since ancient times and only now emerging, surely had many more stories.
"With no hope of attaining the Dao, death is my only destination." Yuangu's voice was cold, carrying a sense of finality. His black hair fell completely, covering his entire face. "However, I will take you with me. I don't want to leave too much trouble for my clan."
Ye Fan listened and then spoke calmly, "Let me put an end to your life."
"The glory of the ancient emperor's bloodline endures forever. As a descendant of Primordial Emperor, I will show you the true power of severing the Dao!" Yuangu shed his sorrow, sweeping away his decline. His entire spirit and energy surged, as if he had become a different person.
"Clang, clang..."
At this moment, one divine chain after another shot out from Yuangu's body. Everyone could see them—dazzling and brilliant. They were strands of order, lines of divine law!
This was the true power of severing the Dao. At this moment, he was reborn like a phoenix rising from the flames. All the order divine chains were connected to his body, like phoenix feathers, mysterious and eerie.
"Rustle, rustle"
The order divine chains clinked, forming a connected web. Yuangu's battle qi boiled and surged within him. He looked like a divine son adorned with phoenix feathers, radiating billions of beams of light.
There was no hope left in his heart. He longed for the ancient times. He had no more attachment to this world. He recalled his family and those most precious emotions. He had resolved to die, seeking only a final glorious battle—to kill his enemy and then end himself.
"Fight! A battle with no holds barred!" Yuangu let out a sorrowful roar. Heaven and earth shook. All his hair danced wildly as he charged forward like a demon god.
"As you wish! A final glorious battle!" Ye Fan also shouted, raising his combat power to its limit, leaving not a shred of strength in reserve.
"Boom"
Their fists collided. Radiance blazed for ten thousand zhang, drowning heaven and earth, producing a deafening sound!
The shockwave swept across the ground. A visible ripple shot rapidly in all directions. The rumbling was endless. On the horizon, desolate mountain ranges collapsed in droves, turning to powder and scorched earth!
A true battle of severed Dao, fought with their very lives, holding nothing back. The two fought until blood flowed like rivers, the sun and moon lost their light, heaven and earth dimmed, and mountains and rivers shattered.
Ye Fan clashed with Yuangu. All kinds of divine abilities and laws were unleashed. It was a life-and-death battle. The blood within his body boiled.
Yuangu, having severed the Dao, was far more terrifying than before. One order divine chain after another clinked and echoed across the sky. Each time one pierced through, it forced a mouthful of golden sacred blood from Ye Fan. This was the power of law.
The two fought, darkening heaven and earth. It was far more intense than before. Blood splattered. They were both fighting while bathed in blood.
The divine chains "clinked" as they connected to Yuangu's body. He was like an immortal phoenix, with crimson light swirling around him, standing in eternal divine radiance.
He constructed his own realm of law in the void, forming a cage. It grew increasingly brilliant. Every law divine chain he created emitted a Dao hum, echoing across the sky.
"My Dao turns once, a hundred years of youth!" Yuangu shouted, finally unleashing his own Dao.
"Pfft"
A flash of blood. There was no avoiding it. A crimson divine chain pierced through Ye Fan's flesh, nailing him to the void. Golden sacred blood spilled out.
At that moment, Ye Fan felt a surge of life energy rush out of his body, flowing away along the divine chain. It was as if he had lost a hundred years of time in an instant.
In the sky, all kinds of light rained down. They were the most primal life essences, making the two seem like immortal gods in opposition, a scene of brilliance and beauty.
"My Dao turns again, youth is no more. A thousand years pass like water, heroes turn to dust." Yuangu shouted again. This time, ten crimson divine chains shot toward him. There was no way to retreat, no place to dodge.
"Pfft," "Pfft"...
Ten order divine chains pierced through Ye Fan, each one stained with blood, a shocking sight. He was like someone nailed to a cross, unable to struggle, with only blood flowing.
Time seemed to fly by rapidly. Ye Fan's heart was filled with shock. He felt himself aging. Was this the power of time? He simply didn't believe it!
"The earth severs my path, the heavens curse my body. They cannot wear me down, and neither can your Dao!" Ye Fan shouted. His body radiated boundless light. A golden Taiji circle appeared—this was his divine form, emanating the aura of the Great Dao.
At the same time, various divine phenomena manifested together: the Azure Lotus, the Immortal King Overlooking the Nine Heavens, the Splendid Rivers and Mountains, the Golden Sea of Suffering. They merged into a single heavenly Dao diagram, as if opening up a world!
"Boom"
The universe shattered. The ten order divine chains broke one by one, turning into streams of light that extinguished in the void. Ye Fan broke free from his shackles and let out a wild roar. Mountains and rivers shook. The essence of the ten directions surged toward him frantically, replenishing his depleted vitality.
His divine form appeared. His divine phenomena briefly merged, sending Yuangu flying backward. He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. All his order divine chains were severed.
Silence fell in all directions. Not a sound was heard. Everyone was shocked. Even the power of severing the Dao from the bloodline of an ancient emperor had been dismantled. Yuangu had finally suffered a great defeat. Even with all his strength, it wasn't enough.
However, Ye Fan was not in good shape either. He had been injured at his very core by Yuangu's Dao. He would need time to recover. The situation had been extremely perilous; he had nearly been worn down by his opponent.
"Final battle. If I lose, I am gone forever. If I win, I take you with me into Dao dissolution." Yuangu walked forward step by step, expressionless, but unable to hide that trace of desolation.
He still had a trump card!
"Summon Primordial Emperor, bloodline revival!" He spoke each word deliberately, his voice like thunder echoing across heaven and earth, shaking everyone's eardrums painfully.
"No!" The people of Primordial Lake cried out in alarm. This was one of the ultimate secret arts of Primordial Emperor. With Yuangu's current strength, he couldn't yet activate it. Forcing it would ruin him.
Their clan carried the blood of Primordial Emperor within them, containing fragments of his Dao. They could forcibly extract them and strike out with divine laws!
"Ah..."
Yuangu screamed. His black hair shot straight up to the sky. Every inch of his skin oozed blood. Strands of his primal essence gathered behind him, condensing into a shadow!
"Boom"
At this moment, the supreme aura of an ancient emperor began to spread, as if crossing through time from the ancient past to once again dominate the land!
Primordial Emperor!
Everyone was terrified. A terrifying force was flowing. Summoning Primordial Emperor, the bloodline revival had succeeded. A trace of imperial might had reappeared in the world.
Yuangu roared, shaking mountains and rivers as he charged forward. The blurry figure behind him moved in unison with him, carrying an unstoppable momentum that forced many to prostrate themselves on the spot.
Though it was only a shadow, it contained a wisp of Primordial Emperor's pressure and scattered fragments of his laws. It was terrifying to the extreme.
By unleashing this move, Yuangu had exhausted all the spiritual essence of his bloodline. Even if he killed his opponent, there was no way for him to survive.
Ye Fan found it difficult to move. The blurry shadow of Primordial Emperor oppressed his heart. It was a shock to the soul, an indescribable feeling—a terrible Dao might!
In the end, he let out his own Dao sound. His tongue clashed like thunder. Facing the overwhelming pressure of the Primordial Emperor's shadow, his first thought was of the Nine Dragons Coffin, using it to resist.
His hands moved, evolving the Battle Saint Art. Nine true dragons soared up from his hands, their roars shaking the nine heavens. They pulled an ancient coffin flying toward the vast sky, positioning it before the Primordial Emperor's shadow.
He had blocked it!
He had manifested the supreme might of the Nine Dragons Coffin, holding off the ancient Primordial Emperor. It was an indescribable atmosphere—the two were locked in a standoff.
It was a shocking scene. Nine enormous true dragons stretched across the clouds. An ancient bronze coffin emitted a Dao hum, as if it had existed since time immemorial, standing alongside Primordial Emperor!
The surroundings were silent. Everyone held their breath, watching the scene with intense focus, not daring to exhale, afraid of missing something.
However, Ye Fan was too absorbed. He had pushed the Battle Saint Art to its limit, bringing out all the power of the Nine Dragons Coffin, as if bringing it back to life.
"Boom"
In the end, the nine true dragons swung their tails, pulling the ancient coffin as they shot into the sky, disappearing into the blue void, heading beyond the realm.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Pang Bo, in particular, after coming to his senses, punched his fist in frustration. This was truly overdoing it.
"Boom"
Yuangu closed in. His killing intent swept across the vast land. The Primordial Emperor's shadow behind him struck out as well, its might pressing down on the nine heavens. It was unstoppable. The ancient emperor's power swept everything before it.
Ye Fan cried out in alarm but did not panic. Lightning flashed in his eyes as he began to evolve another secret art—the one taught by Black Emperor. The aura of an ancient great emperor spread out.
"Boom!"
At this moment, he seemed to transform into Emperor Wu Shi—undefeated in life, suppressing the nine heavens and ten lands, looking down on the world. His black hair danced wildly as he surveyed heaven and earth.
Ye Fan reached out with a large hand, colliding with the Primordial Emperor's shadow. This was a battle across time between a great emperor of antiquity and an ancient emperor—a unique kind of confrontation!
Everyone trembled in fear, sensing a strange aura. It was as if two supreme beings, separated by a thousand ages, were locked in a fierce confrontation, engaged in a great duel.
"Rumble..."
Continuous earth-shattering collisions occurred. Yuangu and Ye Fan coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. All kinds of light danced between them—fragments of Dao shattering, breaking heaven and earth.
"Hum"
The Primordial Emperor's shadow was fading, about to disappear. Yuangu's face was ashen, his life force nearly gone.
This Wu Shi Art was a foundational divine law within the Wu Shi Scripture. As its name suggested, it transformed all power into "nothingness" and returned all "momentum" to its "origin."
"Boom"
Ye Fan struck out with this secret art, pushing back the Primordial Emperor's shadow, then dissolving it back into Yuangu's blood. The crowd was shocked, their mouths agape.
"Summon Primordial Emperor, bloodline revival!" Yuangu shouted, trying to repeat this forbidden art.
However, Ye Fan did not give him the chance. With his left hand, he used the Wu Shi Art to suppress the Primordial Emperor's shadow back. With his right hand, he used the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, unleashing a strike that dominated heaven and earth!
"Pfft"
Blood rained down. Yuangu's body shattered inch by inch, disappearing from the world. A complex, unreadable expression appeared on his face. In the end... it was filled with sorrow.
"Abandoning everything, forgetting family and true feelings, coming alone to this era to attain the Dao. But hope... is no more." In the end, Yuangu carried a trace of grief, a hint of desolation. Tears actually rolled down his face. He spread his arms, reaching toward the lightless void, facing the darkness alone. "Family... true feelings... I'm coming back. Returning to the ancient times!"
He turned into specks of light rain, dissipating into the world, vanishing forever. A gust of wind blew, and nothing remained.
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