The floating island of the Ji Clan was penetrated, and the ancient war chariot fell. Smoke and dust rose into the sky, and rubble pierced through the clouds. Wang Teng used the Celestial Thearch Sword to cut off his forearm, and blood flowed.
After such a shocking attack, this was the result. North Thearch, who was said to be invincible among the younger generation, had suffered such a great loss.
The scene was dead silent. Everyone was shocked. No one had expected such a result. How could Wang Teng, who was said to be the reincarnation of an ancient thearch, lose an arm?!
Other than Wang Chengkun, who was feeling heartache, no one said anything. They watched everything in silence. Everything was too sudden and beyond everyone's expectations.
The Saint Physique was so powerful that everyone was shocked. This was a slap to the Wang Clan's face. The Thearch's Son, whom they were so proud of, had his blood stained the sky. It was too tragic.
Before this, the Wang Clan was arrogant and looked high and mighty. They thought that Ye Fan was just a pile of bones on the Emperor's Path, a target to be killed.
Yet, such a scene happened. Their supposedly invincible North Thearch had suffered a great loss. Everyone in the Wang Clan's face was burning, and they were very worried.
It was hard to predict who would win this battle. No one could come to a conclusion. No one had expected Ye Fan's attack to be so sharp.
"Crack! Crack!"
Wang Teng's left arm was shaking, and his bones were making crisp sounds. They kept growing. Essence qi from all directions poured down like water, and his broken arm grew again. It was almost perfect in an instant.
"Teng 'er, be careful!" Wang Chengkun shouted from behind. If it wasn't for the fact that they were in public, he would have stopped the battle and led people to kill Ye Fan.
North Thearch had never suffered such a great loss since he started cultivating. His expression was so cold that it could freeze. When he was fighting with the monkey, his Martial Dao Heavenly Eye was not broken. Today, he was going to suffer.
Clang!
The sound of the sword shook the sky. Wang Teng held the Celestial Thearch Sword and drove the golden ancient war chariot to attack again. His black hair was completely standing up, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.
The Golden Holy Sword was as thick as a mountain, reaching into the heavens, crushing down like a mountain. The sound was ear-splitting, as if a great ocean was overflowing into the heavens, making one's heart tremble.
Ye Fan brandished the copper coffin and hacked forward. It was as if he was brandishing an ancient cosmos. The endless heavens swayed, and Floating Island unexpectedly broke apart, unable to withstand the fluctuations.
The North Thearch quickly retracted his sword and did not slash down. He was testing the waters, trying to gauge how strong Ye Fan was. Like a divine phoenix dancing in the sky, he landed in the distance.
Ye Fan stopped his arm. The bronze coffin smashed into the void, and a terrifying abyss appeared. Starlight flickered within, as if it was connected to a star domain.
"Chi!"
Wang Teng's eyes shone with a resplendent light. The Heavenly Eye of Martial Path appeared again, slashing toward Ye Fan. Not only could it see through the origin energy, it was also the sharpest divine sword!
Ye Fan was very calm. He used the copper coffin to protect himself. The small golden person in the heart of his brows hugged the small black gourd and shook it vigorously. A divine light flew out like an Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber.
The North Thearch's eyes condensed like a sword. When it hit the Immortal-Slaying Flying Saber, a clanging sound could be heard. Finally, it was incinerated by the nine-colored fog and dissipated in the void.
Moreover, the light that shot out from Ye Fan's heart did not slow down. It penetrated the void and rushed toward Wang Teng's head. It was unstoppable.
This time, the North Thearch was prepared. He was still trying to assess Ye Fan's battle strength. His feet glowed, and every step he took, he drove the ancient war chariot to retreat.
A streak of divine light rushed past and pierced through a palace in the distance. In an instant, it turned into ashes, leaving nothing behind. Not even the dao patterns carved on it could stop it.
How could a Saint Physique be so strong? What kind of power did his vertical eye contain? This was the question on everyone's mind. Before this, they did not know.
Wang Teng kept probing and attacking, but he did not fight head-on. Ye Fan, on the other hand, was also preparing to kill his opponent in one strike. He was activating the nine-colored fire in the black gourd.
"Ten Thousand Spirits Transforming into Dao, Uncountable Grains of Ganges!"
The North Thearch suddenly shouted. All kinds of power in the world turned into the rules of Dao. The essence of the plants, the essence of the sun, the faint light of the stars, and the source of the universe all poured down.
After observing for a long time, he finally used one of the great arts in the attack. This was a secret art from the Thearch Sutra. Its divine power was terrifying and could not be measured.
In this world, all spiritual bodies and all kinds of power turned into the rules of Dao. Everything turned into traces of Dao, becoming patterns that traversed the void.
This was a very frightening divine art. It made people feel like they were in a nightmare and difficult to resist. In this world, there were so many spiritual beings. If they were all summoned to transform into Dao, there would be no end to them. That was why there was the saying that there were uncountable grains of Ganges.
Between the heaven and earth, there were dense webs everywhere. Some were silver, some were purple … All spirits transformed into the dao. The number of grains of Ganges formed a great dao web that descended.
In the back, even people like the Southern Demon and Zi Tian were moved. The various sect masters were also shaken. This type of secret technique was extremely strange. It turned all things in heaven and earth into the laws of the dao, borrowing the power of all laws for one's own use.
A large web silently descended just like that. It isolated the outside world and formed a small world. It operated the laws of the dao and dissolved all enemies.
"Break for me!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly. The divine flame between his brows flickered. An enormous mulberry tree flickered and appeared in front of him. Its leaves were like golden essence, releasing keng qiang sounds. Nine golden crows were on it, flying out like nine suns.
Hong!
Nine golden divine birds shot out. Flames overflowed into the heavens, burning down all things. All types of natural law threads were torn apart and the laws above were destroyed.
"Sun Scripture!" Someone cried out in alarm, recognizing this method. It was almost the same divine might as the Sun Scripture from the ancient legends.
"No wonder the holy body obtained the Sun Scripture and cultivated the Sun True Flame!" A few others suddenly understood.
At the same time, many people were horrified. This was a terrifying ancient scripture, one of the origins of human cultivation. It could be traced back to the archaic years.
In the ancient past, the human race had two great ancient scriptures, respectively the great yin and great yang. They were profound and immeasurable, carrying the endless wisdom of the ancient people. It was rumored that they originated from another stellar domain.
Later on, when the human race flourished, several ancient great emperors had studied these two ancient scriptures, obtaining endless enlightenment. Only then did they establish their own core methods.
That was why the great yin and great yang ancient scriptures were called mother scriptures. They had special meanings, but unfortunately, they had been lost for too long, impossible to find.
Ye Fan's body contained the bodhi seed. He operated the Sun Scripture's mysterious method, controlling the nine-colored flame wisps, displaying a type of indescribable power.
The Mulberry Tree towered, rising steeply from the ground. It was enormous and luxuriant. Regardless of whether it was the tree trunk or leaves, they were all golden. Raging flames burned. Nine golden crows circled about, destroying the power of the dao.
"Boom!"
Everything disappeared. The marks of the dao were eradicated, no longer existing. There was only a sacred flame burning in the heaven and earth. The nine golden crows rushed towards the North Thearch.
"Is the Sun Scripture really so powerful?" People were bewildered. The Wang Clan's people had ugly expressions. The saint physique had exceeded their expectations.
"Cross of the Cross Star Domain!" Wang Teng shouted in a low voice. Both of his hands forcefully slashed out, and a huge cross-shaped crack appeared in the sky.
Like a dream and an illusion, a Cross of the Cross Star Domain appeared. It was like stars were intertwining, suspended in another part of the void.
"Bang!"
This was a shocking collision. The ninth level of the fire domain's mist seemed to be able to burn the heavens. It collided with the Cross of the Cross of the Cross Star Domain, causing endless ashes to fly up.
Resplendent!
Blazing!
Tyrannical!
Wave after wave of the dao's power attacked. It was like a tsunami slamming against a dam, like the milky way crashing into an ancient star. It became a land of despair.
When everything disappeared, the Cross of the Cross Star Domain was destroyed. The ancient Mulberry Tree and the golden crows also disappeared, and the flames were extinguished.
"So that's how it is. It's the power of the Sun Scripture and the external dao!" Wang Teng muttered to himself. He seemed to have figured out the situation and said in a low voice, "Saint physique, I want you to understand that a gap is a gap. One cannot reach the heavens in a single step!"
Ye Fan was calculating whether he could drag the Wang Clan's people in. He wanted to succeed in one battle and eliminate all the enemies of this clan. He observed the terrain and position.
The North Thearch left the ancient war chariot and sat in the void. His hands moved as he shouted, "It's time to end everything. Eternal exile, Chaotic Sky Secret Technique!"
The void was distorted, and everything was destroyed. Countless void abysses appeared in the heaven and earth, extending to different planes. This was a space-time chaotic hole.
"Ancient Chaos Thearch's … Chaotic Sky Secret Technique!"
Someone cried out. It could be confirmed that Wang Teng had learned everything and grasped a terrifying secret technique that could banish people into unknown space-time.
To be more precise, it was forcefully thrown into an unknown dimension. The heaven and earth were thrown into chaos, and the eternal lock was removed from this world.
Ye Fan resisted. He took out the copper coffin and activated the small black gourd, using the overflowing sacred flames to disintegrate it. However, this secret technique was too strange. Once it was activated, countless void abysses stacked on top of each other, burning one and then another. It was boundless.
"Huuu!"
With a muffled sound, the void abyss swallowed Ye Fan. Then, another abyss came and overlapped with each other. Ye Fan was struck into the endless void turbulence.
"Chaotic Sky Secret Technique, Eternal Exile!" The North Thearch shouted and suddenly opened his eyes. He stood up and landed on the golden ancient war chariot.
In front of him, the endless layers of void had all disappeared and closed up forever. Ye Fan had been sent into a small dimensional space that no one knew about and disappeared just like that.
"What?"
"This is too terrifying!"
Everyone was scared and felt a chill from head to toe. The Ancient Chaos Thearch's secret technique was so terrifying that it was almost demonic. No matter how strong the opponent was, it could be banished.
Once one entered such a boundless dimensional space, it was almost impossible to turn back. It would be impossible to find the way back until one's vitality was exhausted.
This was an unrivaled secret technique created by the Ancient Chaos Thearch. It was an extreme emperor technique that allowed the weak to fight the strong. No matter how powerful one was, once hit, one would be banished forever.
"No, Little Ye!" Ji Ziyue cried out in fear. Her tears flowed down and dripped onto her purple clothes.
"Ye!" Pang Bo also shouted.
"Little Ye, how can this be!" Li Heishui, Wu Zhongtian, and the others also cried out. They looked into the void and glared at Wang Teng with grief.
"Haha …" Wang Chengkun laughed heartily and was incomparably carefree. No one could stop the might of the North Thearch. He was incomparably delighted.
The others turned pale. What expert couldn't the North Thearch deal with just this move left behind by the Ancient Chaos Thearch? Even living fossils could be banished!
This unrivaled secret technique was almost unsolvable. It was a secret technique that the Ancient Thearch painstakingly researched in his lifetime. It was unrivaled and famous for fighting the strong with the weak!
"The North Thearch's reputation is well-deserved. Just a small test and he already has such prowess. Who in the world can stop him?"
"As expected, he has the talent of the heavens. At this age, he can already look down on the world, making the older generation helpless. No wonder he is called the reincarnation of the Ancient Thearch!"
"A prodigy of the generation. As expected, he has stepped over the corpses of the Saint Physique and walked on the blood-stained path. In the future, he will definitely prove his dao!"
Many people came forward. Those who had good relations with the Wang Clan were constantly complimenting and praising him.
In fact, the others also silently agreed. Such a North Thearch was indeed hard to stop. Even a bandit in the distance frowned in fear.
In the boundless chaotic sky, there was eternal darkness and coldness as if there was no end. Ye Fan was constantly drifting and couldn't feel the passage of time. It was as if millions of years had passed, but it was also as if it was an eternal moment. He was thinking hard about the way back.
Silence, coldness, darkness … there was no hope at all. He sat alone on the bronze coffin and floated in the same direction forever.
It was as if he was lost in an ancient universe and couldn't find his way back. He sat on the bronze coffin and thought hard. He asked his heart to locate the way back.
"The path I've walked, the dao I've experienced, the laws I've felt …" he muttered to himself. He constantly deduced and gradually calmed down.
In the end, he asked his heart. The path of the dao circled around his body, and the origin of his heart shone brilliantly. At the same time, they rang together and played dao sounds in the eternal darkness.
His body was sparkling and translucent, and a bright lamp rose in his heart. It was faintly discernible and pointed in one direction. Ye Fan broke open the small dimensional space and began his long journey.
There was no end. He broke through one void after another, but he couldn't find the way back.
However, he didn't give up. He sat cross-legged on the small bronze coffin and began to recite an ancient scripture. It was only a few hundred words, but it was as profound and unfathomable as a heavenly book.
It was precisely the scripture that originated from the bronze ancient coffin. He had been studying it all these years, but he still couldn't comprehend it. It didn't seem to be a cultivation method, so he couldn't understand it at all. However, he was able to calm his heart and focus his mind.
Word after word flew out and engraved themselves in his heart. They were like a trickling stream that was extremely gentle. They nourished his mind and replenished his body's essence energy.
Clear heart, clear self, clear dao. The lamp in his heart became even brighter. He entered a wondrous state where the dao and self became one, guiding him forward. This was the unification of his true self, something he normally couldn't accomplish.
However, at this moment, he did it. It had to be said that Ye Fan was quite talented on the path of cultivation. After ten years of tempering, he already had his current strength. This alone was enough to prove everything.
The lamp in his heart burned brightly. His true self was the dao, guiding the way back. He tore through the dense fog and traveled through the endless void to step on the path back.
"I've already said it before. What does a divine body count for? How can it compare to my clan's Teng 'er?" Wang Family's people laughed loudly.
Wang Chengkun was satisfied. He was naturally proud of having such a son. He stood in front of the golden ancient chariot and looked at Ye Fan's old friend with contempt.
"He can't do the divine body. He's far inferior to my son!"
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the void shattered. A bronze coffin rushed out and struck his back. Half of his body immediately turned into mud.
"Little Ye!" Ji Ziyue, who was crying, cried out in alarm.
"Ye!" The others also cried out in alarm.
"Ye!"
At this moment, the black gourd in the heart of Ye Fan's brows throbbed. Divine flames surged into the sky and drowned the golden ancient chariot.
"Ah …" Wang Teng's uncle, Wang Chengyun, was the first to bear the brunt. He immediately became a human-shaped torch.
The North Thearch also cried out miserably. Half of his body was ignited as he screamed mournfully.
This scene stunned everyone present!
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