This was a snowy maple forest. The ancient trees were connected together, lush and fragrant. Pure white snowy maple flowers floated down one after another, sparkling and translucent. The fragrance assailed the nostrils, like ice flowers dancing in the air.
In front of the snowy maple forest was a cemetery. Tombstones after tombstones were engraved with the marks of time, exuding a sense of vicissitudes and heaviness.
A gust of autumn wind blew, swaying the ancient trees. Flower petals danced in the air and rustled down. Everywhere was snowy white, bringing with it a sense of desolation and coldness, as if the heavens were shedding tears.
Ye Fan walked in the cemetery, step by step. His eyes swept across a few tombstones, but he didn't say a word. The autumn wind blew his black hair, covering his eyes.
He stopped in front of a few tombstones. There were familiar names carved on the tombstones. Flower petals fell on the tombstones, adding a sense of coldness to the air.
There were six tombstones, no more, no less. Six names were carved on them: Pang Bo, Wu Zhongtian, Liu Kou, Jiang Huairen, Li Heishui, and the last one was the grave of Ji Clan's little moon.
Ye Fan only stopped for a short while before leaving. He passed through the cemetery and came to a bamboo forest. There were a few thatched cottages here, which was his current residence.
Two months had passed since the Qinling War. He lived in a remote corner, away from the outside world, and cultivated in silence. There was no noise from the mortal world, no disturbance from the secular world. It was peaceful and remote.
Unfortunately, it lacked vitality. He could not see the faces of his old friends, nor could he hear their laughter. Only the falling flowers and the silence accompanied him.
Ye Fan stood in the bamboo forest, listening to the rustling of leaves and watching the falling flowers gradually wither. He was like a passerby, his eyes as calm as water, untainted by the mortal world.
This was a kind of transcendent temperament. Ye Fan lived like this every day. He walked in the mountains, appeared by the mountain springs, and comprehended the nature in silence.
The northern birds flew south and gradually disappeared, giving people the feeling that they didn't know where was home and where was home.
"Another group of northern birds flew south, old friends …"
He had not deliberately cultivated for the past two months, but he had improved very quickly. Perhaps it was time to prepare for the Heavenly Tribulation.
"Without you by my side, cultivating alone seems to be lacking something." Ye Fan sighed softly.
Time passed quickly, and another month passed. Ye Fan never left this place. He sat quietly in the thatched hut, guarding the opposite cliff.
Boom!
After an entire three months, an enormous sound finally rang out. A cliff split apart, and a majestic figure flew out. Nine streaks of divine light pierced through the heavens.
The Nine Divine Weapons weaved about and surged, cutting through heaven and earth. They were like nine divine phoenixes dancing about, causing the entire mountain region to tremble. The mountains were all trembling.
"Ye 'zi, I'm out!" Pang Bo shouted loudly. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was a head or two taller than ordinary people. He was strong and robust, and was extremely tall and sturdy.
Ye Fan laughed heartily and welcomed him. "Have you recovered from your injuries?"
"There's no problem. I've been reborn and am far better than before!" Pang Bo opened his mouth and inhaled. The Nine Divine Weapons turned into nine rays of light and entered his mouth. His thick black hair danced in the air as he landed on the ground.
Peng!
On the other side, four ancient caves collapsed one after another. Rubble flew into the air, piercing through the clouds and flattening a large area of the bamboo forest. Smoke and dust rose in all directions.
Wu Zhongtian, Li Heishui, Liu Kou, and Jiang Huairen came out one after another and flew out. All of them were brimming with energy. Their injured bodies had completely recovered, and there was a type of metamorphosis.
The sixth cave dwelling shook slightly, and then beams of immortal light shot out. With a peng sound, it exploded. Giant rocks flew in all directions, and a purple-clothed girl rushed out.
Her black hair danced in the wind, and her purple clothes fluttered. Her figure was slender, and she was like a fairy. Her long eyelashes trembled, and her eyes were filled with spiritual energy.
The heavily injured Ji Ziyue also came out. After three months of recuperation, her injuries were all gone. She was intelligent and ethereal, and her beautiful eyes were full of mischievous and quick-witted.
"I've come out. It's so boring. Normally, I hate cultivating in seclusion the most."
The six of them came out at the same time, full of energy. Compared to three months ago, they had improved in every aspect. Their magic power had increased, and their consciousness was condensed.
"I've set up tombstones for all of you. Go and worship yourselves." Ye Fan smiled.
"You really have a bad taste!" Ji Ziyue wrinkled her nose and said. Her skin was as white as ivory, shining with light. Her hair fluttered, and her eyes were like black gems.
"It's one thing to burn a broken body to ashes, but what tombstone? Little Ye, you really don't know how to do it." Li Heishui also muttered.
Three months ago, the Extreme Path Weapon had awakened in that battle. Even Ye Fan's body had almost split open, not to mention the few of them. At that time, half of their bodies had been turned into meat paste, or a part of their bodies had been shattered. It was a narrow escape from death.
Especially Ji Ziyue, her injuries were the heaviest. She kept borrowing the power of the large world, and paid a huge price. She had almost overdrafted her source, and injuries had appeared on her body. She had almost died.
Their broken bodies were all buried in a cemetery by Ye Fan, which was why there were six tombstones.
At their level of cultivation, broken arms and broken bodies could naturally grow back. It was impossible for them to be disabled. When they reached the Four Extremes Secret Realm, they had the ability to regenerate.
Of course, the prerequisite was that their heads and consciousness had not been destroyed. Otherwise, even immortals would be useless. They could only die.
They had all been injured by the Extreme Path Weapon, which was equivalent to the Great Dao being severed. It was difficult for them to survive. If they did not have special methods, they would definitely die.
However, all of this was nothing to Ye Fan. He had the divine fruit from the Forbidden Land of Antiquity. He had prepared it for Divine King Jiang, but he had not been able to use it.
Now that he had used the fruit to heal them, there was naturally no need to worry about their lives. Moreover, they had all been reborn and obtained great opportunities.
"You've all come out of seclusion. It's time for me to find a place to go through the tribulation," Ye Fan said.
"So much pressure. Looks like I should go eat coffin planks," Pang Bo mumbled. He had been reborn again, and it was time for him to break through.
"How's the outside world?" Li Heishui asked.
"It's probably calmed down after the ruckus." Ye Fan was very calm. He already knew about this.
"Why don't we go out and take a look first?"
"Yeah, we've been away from the world for three months. We don't even know what's going on outside."
Two days later, the group left the mountains and arrived at an ancient city in the west of the Central Plains. They heard a lot of news as soon as they entered the city.
Three whole months had passed, and the storm from that battle had not subsided yet. It was still a topic of discussion. Cultivators were talking about it in restaurants, restaurants, and many other places.
The battle between the Extreme Path Weapons. These words appeared the most frequently and affected everyone's nerves. Everyone revealed a look of awe when they talked about it.
"A total of six Extreme Dao Emperor Armaments! They can destroy the stars in the Outer Realms, overturn the Central Plains, and cause a great region to sink!"
"So many Emperor Weapons, yet they weren't able to stop the divine physique Ye Fan. He took away the green copper piece."
"The battle that day could be said to have dyed the skies red. Who knows how many half step experts died, and even some Holy Lord level figures fell one after another …"
The battle of Qinling Mountains was too bitter. Many great figures died. This was a tremendous storm that shook the five great regions. Even now, people's expressions would change when they talked about it.
It was a world-shocking battle. So many Emperor Weapons were mobilized. This was something rarely seen since ancient times. Even the great sects' trump cards almost all came out to hurry to the Central Plains' west.
"Rumor has it that many great figures died! Many great sects' eyes are red!"
"Sigh, is there even a need to say this? Who didn't kill until their eyes were red? Too many people died, corpses falling in large amounts."
"Even more people didn't have their corpses left, evaporated by the Extreme Path Weapons!"
Ye Fan and the others shivered inwardly. After they left, for the sake of fighting over the Immortal Transformation Pool and Illusory Divine Marrow in the Eternal Dragon Cave, many great sects fought again. There were countless casualties.
In the end, the Immortal Transformation Pool disappeared. The Eternal Dragon Cave sunk into the great earth. That was an ancestral root that could move. It wouldn't stay in one place for too long.
"Too bitter, corpses piled up like mountains! The sect masters of a region and the most powerful figures were all killed!"
This was a great battle that many people found hard to forget. No one knew just how many people died, but all of the great powers that participated felt incomparably pained. They lost many experts.
It could be said that this was a disaster rarely seen in tens of thousands of years. The sect masters of all sides were either injured or killed. It was truly a rare sight.
"Speaking of which, the divine physique really is formidable! Six Extreme Path Emperor Weapons were used, yet they weren't able to stop him, instead allowing him to kill so many people, shocking the world!"
"Now, who doesn't know that a divine physique with limitless potential has spread through all sects because of this battle? Even living fossils feel restraining fear."
"Everyone is predicting that once this child matures and reaches the Divine Lord level, there won't be many people in the world who can control him. He will be able to look down on the world!"
It was hard for Ye Fan not to become famous after the battle of Qinling. He had seized the Jiuli Divine Dynasty's Extreme Path Emperor Weapon and almost taken it for himself. He had slaughtered everyone. Those who had personally experienced this battle still felt a chill when they thought about it.
With a shake of the Jiuli Painting, many experts were destroyed in the sky. Not even their bones were left behind.
"He beat the Yin Yang Sect Master until only half of his body remained. He even tore off the Purple Mansion Divine Master's arms …"
Ye Fan's battle accomplishments shocked many people. He had reached the Eight Limit realm and even obtained the Yuan Taoist Master's inheritance. Once he matured, he would definitely be able to look down on the world.
"The monster from the Eastern Wastelands is indeed astonishing!"
People could only sigh like this. He had taken the head of a powerful expert in a chaotic battle and killed many powerful enemies. This battle had made Ye Fan famous.
After this battle, the blind old man and the Crimson Dragon Taoist announced that if anyone dared to touch their disciples, they would wipe out all their descendants with Emperor weapons. It could be said that they were very domineering.
Wu Zhongtian, Pang Bo, and the others had disappeared for three months. This made many great powers uneasy. They were really afraid that these two living fossils would come with Emperor weapons and start a massacre.
"If you all swagger out like this and return to the Unique Scholar Manor, there won't be any problems. Many people will even heave a sigh of relief." Ye Fan smiled.
"I have no choice but to return to the Unique Scholar Manor," said Ji Ziyue. The Ji Clan knew of her whereabouts and had been secretly guarding her for the past three months. Now, someone had sent her a voice transmission, asking her to return.
"There is a huge secret in the Unique Scholar Manor. My clan's ancestor said that it can lead to an ancient star in outer space. There is an unparalleled opportunity there. This is the main reason why all the undying inheritances send their outstanding disciples there." Ji Ziyue revealed this secret.
"The people behind you have already spoken ruthlessly. I don't need to worry about you all." Ye Fan smiled. He needed to find a place to undergo tribulation and needed to leave temporarily.
"Soon, I will go to the Unique Scholar Manor to drink with you all." Ye Fan waved his hand and walked into the distance.
Now, everyone thought that Ye Fan would definitely hide for a long time and wouldn't dare to appear. Otherwise, just the two pieces of green copper would make the great powers of the Central Plains go crazy.
However, no one expected that while the outside world was still in an uproar, a shocking piece of news came.
Ye Fan was undergoing tribulation. The location he chose was in front of the Yin Yang Sect. He was extremely arrogant and blocked the entrance of the sect, attracting the tribulation for half a day.
In the end, apart from the pure land at the center of the Yin Yang Sect, everything outside was flattened. It became a scorched land without a single blade of grass growing. If it wasn't for the sect's heaven deceiving formation, that place would definitely have been razed to the ground and nothing would be left.
When this news came out, the Central Plains was shaken. Everyone was shocked. The saint physique was too powerful. He dared to run to the mountain gate of a supreme sect to undergo tribulation and destroy everything. He was simply too daring.
"The Yin Yang Sect really has eight lifetimes of bad luck. They were blocked in the divine land that took them hundreds of thousands of years to build. How sullen!"
"You guys don't know. That kind of tribulation is too terrifying. If it wasn't for the four great emperor formation patterns circulating in this world and being able to deceive the heavens, the Yin Yang Sect would have probably been flattened."
"The saint physique is forcefully declaring war. He's telling those who have evil intentions against him that he can do anything if he's forced into a corner."
Not long after the battle at the Qinling Mountains, such a thing happened. The various sect leaders were all alarmed. Many people were speechless. The rise of the saint physique was most probably unstoppable!
In the past, a grand completion saint physique could contend against ancient emperors. Now, a person who could break the curse appeared in this world. If he matured, he would most probably be able to recreate the glory of the ancient era.
"How long has it been? He's already at the ninth transformation and is about to step into the immortal-foundation realm!"
When people learned of this situation, they were even more shocked. Many people were restless. Ye Fan's growth speed was too fast.
"This is a true demon-level genius. His origin arts are unparalleled, his combat prowess is powerful, and he's advancing by leaps and bounds. In the future, how many people would be able to stop him?"
"Why isn't Wang Teng making a move yet? Would the undying inheritance strangle the saint physique in the cradle?"
Many people were paying attention and waiting quietly.
Ye Fan underwent his tribulation outside the Yin Yang Sect. He felt extremely refreshed. After turning the outer region into scorched earth, he decisively fled, not daring to delay.
This was because the Yin Yang Sect had a saint weapon that was passed down through generations. In the past, it was in the hands of an ancient saint.
Everyone in the Yin Yang Sect was so angry that their lungs were about to explode. This time, they had lost all face. Since the founding of the sect, there had never been anyone who dared to block the entrance of the sect and act so arrogantly.
In an ancient town, Ye Fan sat in a small tavern and drank by himself. A faint smile could be seen on his face as he quietly listened to the discussions of others.
"Arrogant, too arrogant. I heard that the people of the Yin Yang Sect are about to go crazy. They are searching for the saint physique all over the world."
"Oh, the North Emperor said that as long as Ye Fan appears, he will definitely kill him!"
"Previously, Wang Teng suffered a great loss because of the saint physique in the Qinling Mountains. He was almost killed by the Nine Dawn Painting."
"The saint physique really dares to do anything!"
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