Ye Fan defied the heavens and returned, but before he could erupt with even more resplendent emperor radiance, he left again. In everyone's eyes, the glory belonging to the divine body had reached its end.
His name shook the world three hundred years ago. He faced the supreme being of a life restricted region, dying from blood exhaustion. However, his radiance tore through time and space for three hundred years, illuminating an era. He lived again, but it was also the lowest point of his life's great ups and downs. His body had hidden injuries, and now, after three hundred years, he faded into obscurity.
This signified that an era belonging to the divine body had come to an end!
This was what many people thought. Being alive was already heaven-defying, so what else could they do? Fight the heavens for that perfect war body that had hope of becoming an emperor's body?
"What a pity!" This was everyone's final light sigh.
Many people felt restraining fear towards him, wishing for nothing more than for him to immediately fall. There were also many people who respected him, wishing for him to reach the peak. This type of result made many people sigh.
Regardless, the divine body Ye Fan was born powerful. He had never been defeated when facing experts of the same generation, truly unmatched in the past. His illustrious name shook the cosmos, leaving behind an unerasable mark in this era. There was a period of time that previously belonged only to him!
After he left, great winds stirred, blood splashing about on the emperor's path. The battles of the Nine Heavens Imperial Passes officially entered a terrifying state, becoming more and more miserable. The struggle on the path would continue.
From this day forth, Ye Fan would fade from everyone's line of sight. The future path would belong to those most capable and powerful heavenly geniuses. Perhaps a new great emperor would be born among them!
On the human race's ancient path, Ye Fan returned again. On the way to the star domain where the Celestial Court was located, he had to pass through this place. This time, he didn't come from the first trial, but rather from the last trial. After so many years had passed, he wanted to take a look at the path he had previously walked.
This path still hadn't closed. There were still human race geniuses who came here to gain experience, break out of their cocoons and become butterflies, undergo an important transformation in their lives.
While looking at those faces that still had ideals, still tender faces, Ye Fan was greatly moved. He had previously also been one of them, continuously striving for his goal.
Only, now, he was already a bit tired. Looking at them, he felt like he was looking at himself in the past. In that instant, he also laughed, sighed, and also acted frivolously. In the end, he laughed loudly and then stopped.
Yesterday was still the same, but looking back, hundreds of years had passed!
Someone cast a sidelong glance at the three of them, revealing a strange expression.
"Hey, look at that baldy. He seems to be the most notorious Playboy in the past three hundred years!"
"Who is that person? Why does he look so familiar? Eh? He looks like the statue of the Holy Physique Ye Fan. No, it's too similar. Gosh!"
"What's going on? That person … he looks exactly like the Sacred Body of the Human Clan. What the hell? And he's accompanied by the Flowery Devil Buddha. Could he be … a god?"
Ye Fan fell and was buried three hundred years ago. Every race in the universe knew of this, and some places erected his divine statue. Now, only True Path Imperial Pass' people knew that he returned alive. Even though news would definitely spread, the people here didn't know yet.
In the various regions of the cosmos, everyone still didn't receive news, because it was extremely difficult for Imperial Pass to send news out, so it would still take a long time.
Ye Fan didn't stop for a long time, only stopping for a bit along the way. He didn't give others any time to confirm or verify his identity, so it only stirred up a small commotion.
In the human race's fiftieth city, he stopped for a bit longer. However, in this place where the Sacred Body and Overlord Body fought for supremacy, he didn't see the full bearded escort Zhao Gongyi. This place had changed owners, he had long left for many years.
As he moved along this path, apart from those young and tender faces, those youngsters who were full of hope and fighting for their dreams, Ye Fan also saw quite a few familiar faces.
These were people from the same generation as him, people who had previously rushed through the ancient path together, fighting bloody battles one after another. Now, they became the guards of the various regions' holy cities on the human race's ancient path, putting down their dreams.
It was just like how Ye Fan saw those old soldiers when he rushed through the human race's ancient pass back then. Now, there were people from their generation who also chose this path, standing in front of the city gates, silently watching those who came later.
Ye Fan didn't disturb anyone. Under Flower Flower and Blood Crow's company, he quietly passed by. Great waves stirred within him. These were past heroes, some of them, their hearts already aged. They would occasionally look into the distance, towards the furthest pass. Did their dreams still exist?
Most of the time, they would only remain silent, patrolling, guarding the city gates. This was their duty, perhaps still feeling unwillingness. Otherwise, why didn't they leave, staying here … enduring the torment of loneliness, just what kind of feeling was this?
In the human race's second city, Ye Fan stepped out of the city gates. He didn't say anything, only turning around, giving a deep look. There was an old soldier there, his body already stooped, eyes already turbid, currently looking at his rear figure.
Ye Fan nodded, but he didn't say anything. After that, he left the human race's ancient path.
That person was Guan Cheng. He didn't die, always staying here. Occasionally, he would let out a soft sigh in the cold night wind, gazing into the distance at the path that was impossible to reach.
In the darkness chaos, he lost most of his life essence, surviving with great difficulty. Now, all that was left for him were memories. Real life wasn't colorful, but he could live in a dream. There, he could look forward to it, there was beauty, there was hope, there was a future.
"You're still alive, but why are there no fluctuations of laws? Even you can't take that step? This life, this life …"
His back was no longer straight, no longer as majestic as before. His hair was grizzled, and his voice was old and powerless. However, his turbid and dim eyes could still see the terrible state of Ye Fan's body.
In the Heavenly Village, in the God's Pure Land, there were fallen petals everywhere. Every day, there would be snow-white and sparkling petals falling here. This was because there were many Snow Orchid Trees planted here, narrating the sorrow of life and death.
On this day, a huge tomb suddenly exploded. Rubble flew into the sky, smoke and dust rushed into the sky, and the chaotic air filled the air. A huge cauldron flew out, and thousands of yellow and mysterious lights fell.
"What's going on? What happened?! "
In the Celestial Court, in the palaces one after another, many powerful existences opened their eyes at the same time. The light beams were terrifying, and they looked in the same direction.
"There's a problem in the cemetery!"
"It's it, it's actually it … The Myriad Qi Cauldron broke the tomb!"
After being buried underground for three hundred years, it didn't move at all, as if it had died together with Ye Fan. But now, the fluctuations it emitted were so intense. The god inside was forcefully resurrected, causing the entire headquarters of the Celestial Court to tremble. Rocks tumbled down from many mountain peaks. Some floating islands in the sky, as well as many buildings and palaces, all lit up. Formation patterns and runes lit up, resonating with the resurrection of the cauldron. This was the path of the Great Dao.
Under a majestic mountain, there was an ancient tree that reached into the sky. It swayed with thousands of green lights, sprinkling down all kinds of auspicious colors.
Under the tree, orchids emitted rosy clouds, and phoenix grasses were fragrant and colorful. On a huge bluestone platform, a big black dog was lying lazily and listlessly.
At this time, its ears suddenly pricked up, and its large eyes were wide open, revealing a shocked expression. It couldn't believe its own senses.
"Woof!"
A dog's bark shook the Celestial Court and resounded throughout the vast land. Then, it directly jumped up, and the black hair on its satin like body stood up.
"Brats, the great enemy is here. Prepare for battle!"
"What? The great enemy is invading? No, I clearly sensed a familiar aura. "The two Silver-Blood Emperors rushed to the foot of the ancient tree, and their reactions were the fastest.
"Get ready to face the great enemy!" the Black Emperor shouted.
"Kill!" The Celestial Court was in an uproar. Countless celestial soldiers and generals rushed out from countless mountain peaks, floating islands, and giant palaces. The war drums were beating as they charged out.
On a divine island, the jade cup in Little Que 'er's hand fell to the ground. She was so excited that her whole body was trembling, and tears rolled down her cheeks soundlessly. Then, she rushed out of the jade palace and flew out of the Celestial Court.
"The divine son … the divine son has returned!"
In another location, the old assassin Qi Luo's face was full of disbelief. He opened his mouth, and a radiant light burst out from one of his eyes. The other eye was incomparably empty, and the sun, moon, and stars were fading away inside.
"He's back … he's back!" His voice was trembling as he stood up. Even his fingers were trembling.
"It's him … it's him. My good brother has returned!" On another peak, Li Heishui leaped up from the dao platform and let out a long howl toward the sky. He was filled with great sorrow and joy, and his whole body was trembling.
In front of a waterfall, a bare-chested savage was sitting below. His bronze-colored skin flickered with a metallic luster, and his sturdy muscles were like wild dragons coiling around him.
Dongfang Ye let out a loud roar that shattered the vast sky. He cried twice, and then laughed loudly. He strode out of the waterfall pool, and every step he took caused the heaven and earth to shake. Even the mountains and rivers were trembling.
"Ah …"
With a cry of grief and a howl of grief, the sacred prince shattered a stone mountain. He was actually also in the Celestial Court. He pierced through the clouds, and golden light erupted from his body as he said, "My good brother, Ji Zi has left, and you have finally returned alive to meet me!"
With a somersault, the monkey charged over at an extremely fast speed.
In another palace hall, a purple-clothed girl originally had a very strong cultivation, but at this moment, she was staggering. She ran out bare-footed.
Her face was covered with tears, sparkling and translucent tears continuously dripping down her cheeks. She ran barefoot, muttering to herself, not daring to believe all of this. There was hope, joy, and even more fear. She was afraid that this was just a dream.
"Ye Fan … Is it really you?!" Ji Ziyue could no longer hold it in and cried out loud.
… ….
There were too many people, too much movement. The Celestial Court shook, and countless people moved together.
Ye Fan stood in front of the Celestial Court. The first thing he felt was none other than the Black Emperor's unconventional welcome. It led an endless army and charged over.
"Unparalleled Black Emperor, do you want us to kill that great enemy in front of us? But … Flowery Lord seems to be by his side?" A Heavenly General was puzzled.
"That's right, it's to face that great enemy in front of us. At the same time, beat up that baldy as well!" The Black Emperor ordered.
However, someone among the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals quickly let out a doubtful voice and said in shock, "Your Majesty, that person … It seems to be exactly the same as the stone statue we've seen before. Who is he?!"
"Holy sh * t, you bastards are rebelling. You even dare to hit me!?" Just as Hua Hua opened his mouth to speak, a magical equipment fell down.
Ye Fan smiled. He wasn't angry, but his eyes were a little moist. It was still the Black Emperor from back then, and it was still the same group of people from back then. They had all come.
"Ye Fan!"
Men, women, old, and young, a large group of people rushed over. Some were crying, some were laughing, and a group of people pounced forward.
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