The divine knight had been defeated. The dragon spear stabbed into the ground as he sat there motionlessly. His vitality was slowly fading away.
The western sects couldn't accept this. This was an unbearable weight. Who could contend against the devil in the west?
"Why is it like this? He's the number one genius of West Earth in the past tens of thousands of years. His aptitude has shocked both the past and present, and even the deceased sages have praised him. Why was he defeated?"
The people couldn't accept this, especially the few who knew the truth. They couldn't accept it. The corporeal body of a person bathed in the blood of a god was unbreakable and had reached great heights. Yet now, his entire body was cracking apart and his life was about to end.
Ye Fan stood on the battlefield without moving as he stared at the Pope under the cross on the sacred mountain. This might be his last opponent in West Earth.
Suddenly, a group of young people rushed out of the primitive forest with a golden-haired girl who was shining like the sun. All of them were riding on strange beasts. Only the girl in the middle was riding on a unicorn that looked like it was carved out of suet jade, emitting a holy radiance.
The numerous knights came from different clans and were a batch of young heroes of the present age. They formed a group with the Holy Maiden of Vatican City. They stood in different directions and chanted an ancient incantation together.
This was the most sacred prayer in West Earth. These youths all had the most pious faith, and every one of them had a dazzling silver holy cross on them. They were executing an ancient forbidden technique.
The Holy Maiden was tall and slender. She wore a light muslin, and her skin was like fine jade. Her beautiful face was filled with holiness, and her long hair flickered with golden light. Riding on the unicorn, she was like the daughter of a god.
These people gathered together and used their most pious hearts to attract the sacred power of faith from the entire West. The power of faith, which was as vast as the ocean, rumbled in the sky.
This scene was terrifying. It was divine and vast, and the world was about to be overturned!
Zhang Qingyang, the Phoenix Goddess, and the others weren't the only ones whose expressions changed. Even Ye Fan's expression was grave. This was the will power of all living beings in West Earth that was drawn over by them. It was vast and boundless, and it was impossible for a single person to resist it!
The sky was pressed down. It was a silver ocean that was as pure and holy as moonlight. The will power that filled the sky intertwined together and transformed into an ocean of life.
Boom!
The Holy Virgin of the Vatican waved her slender hand, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, intending to strike Ye Fan to death with the power of faith.
Without a doubt, this was the purest and most holy power. For those who believed in the Vatican, bathing in this light could cure all illnesses and dispel all misfortunes.
However, if it was a mortal enemy who didn't have the slightest bit of faith, this would be the most terrifying poison. Coming into contact with it would inevitably ignite and turn into ashes under the divine radiance.
This was why the Dark Creatures that fought against the Vatican would eventually be burned at the stake and reduced to ashes in the eternal Holy Light. Without faith, this was the most fatal injury.
It was impossible for Ye Fan to have the faith of the Vatican. If the Pope ordered the Saintess and the other most devout believers to act now, it would undoubtedly be terrifying and fatal.
The overwhelming holy light sprinkled down, as if there were thousands of divine moons hanging above his head. This place became an ocean formed by the gathering of the Milky Way, and he was completely enveloped.
"God is not omnipotent. Our Church is omnipotent." The Pope stood on the Holy Mountain. He was like an oppressive mountain, and there was a sea of stars in the depths of his eyes. It was as if he was a god looking down on all living beings.
Many believers were singing hymns like the sounds of nature. Their bodies were bathed in auspicious light, and each of them was otherworldly. Every one of them was like a god from the heavens.
The Saintess was the quickest. Her golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her fair face was filled with holiness. Her blue eyes were like gems, and she chanted an incantation, triggering a pure sea of faith power to refine Ye Fan.
At this moment, everyone held their breath. This was a fatal blow. Activating the Vatican's accumulation over the long years, using the sea of faith power to refine the demons of the Central Plains might be the only way.
Ye Fan was indeed withstanding a kind of heavenly might. The vast sky pressed down on his body, almost breaking his bones and flesh.
There was a limit to one's strength. After all, he was only a human with flesh and blood, and not an immortal that had never been proven to exist.
This was the heavenly might!
At this moment, he was fighting against the origin power of the entire Western orthodoxy alone. The torment he endured was unimaginable. The faith power drawn by the Saintess and the others was incomparable.
"Master!" Zhang Qingyang cried out. He thought he had seen a corner of the future, and the establishment of an immortal sect. He never thought it would be such a scene.
Ye Fan clenched his teeth. This was not only the power of faith, but also the Vatican's sacred light of destruction. It was actually so vast and majestic that it exceeded his expectations.
A mortal might be weak, like an ant in the eyes of a cultivator. But if there were thousands, or even millions, or even hundreds of millions, then it would be terrifying. With endless faith power on one's body, it was enough to destroy a saint.
The golden blood in Ye Fan's body boiled, and his whole body shone with boundless treasured light. He chanted ancient scriptures, and his heart was clear. He endured the pain of having his bones crushed, and did his best to resist the heavenly might.
He wanted to rush out, but it was as if he had sunk into a swamp. The Dao Scripture, Western Emperor Scripture, and Eternal Universe Scripture all rumbled, and the various secret realms in his body emitted sounds of merging.
"It's as vast as the sea of stars, but it can't be concentrated at a single point. This way, it won't be able to pierce through me and melt me."
Ye Fan calmed down. He had suffered a great calamity. Although the faith power of all living beings turned into sacred light was fatal, he still hadn't turned into dust after such a long time.
"If such a vast amount of psyche power is gathered together and transformed into a Holy Sword, it is enough to destroy a Great Sage. This kind of strand of psyche power may be able to destroy me, but it will take enough time!"
Ye Fan calmed down, and there was no fear in his heart. He treated this as a type of training, because he thought of a legend, and at this moment, it was reflected — Karmic Fire!
"Evil karma harms people like fire …" He instantly understood, and his heart became peaceful. There were no longer any ripples.
He didn't have the faith of the Vatican, and to the Western orthodoxies, he was a heretic, a sinner, and full of evil power.
On the other hand, the Vatican's pure power of faith was like Karmic Fire to him. At this moment, he was suffering from the pain of burning his body and destroying his spirit.
There was a very detailed and terrifying legend about Karmic Fire in Buddhism, and it was said to be the most terrifying supreme flame!
It was a flame condensed from the karmic power of all living beings. It could burn ancient Bodhisattvas and Buddhas into ashes, and it could destroy ancient gods. There was nothing that could stop it.
When all the sins of the world converged together, it became Karmic Fire. Ye Fan was opposing the Western faith, which was equivalent to opposing all living beings here. The boundless will on his body became his Karmic Fire.
When Gautama Buddha attained enlightenment, it was said that he experienced the burning of Karmic Fire. He placed all the sins of his believers on himself, and he drew upon the Karmic Fire of all living beings. With the help of a Bodhi tree, he resisted all the karmic power, and the Karmic Fire became immortal, and he achieved Dao Fruit.
When Laozi left the Han Valley, Yi Xi saw purple energy rising from the east. It was vast and mighty, and it covered the entire sky. Although it was said to be auspicious and noble, it was also possible that he was using the Dao Fire of all living beings to refine himself.
Perhaps there was another explanation for Laozi's journey to the west.
When Ye Fan thought of this, he naturally calmed down. He treated this as a form of training. Only when the predecessors were about to enter the realm of Quasi-emperor would they have such a chance, and only then would they dare to burn themselves with the heart fire of all living beings.
And he already had such an encounter at this realm. If he could break through, it might be a kind of Dao Fruit, and he could use his divine abilities to resist the boundless power of faith in West Earth.
Fortunately, the pure power of thought that was like the Milky Way didn't turn into a sword or a spear, and it didn't gather into a single point. It only spread out without a fixed shape, and it spread to every corner.
This gave Ye Fan a chance to resist. In the end, he took out the Qi of All Things Cauldron, and it endured the endless Karmic Fire with him.
After a long time, the people outside were all dumbfounded. They could only see a man and a cauldron floating in the silver ocean of faith. Although there was holy light burning, he was immortal, and everyone was afraid.
In the past, when the holy light from the Vatican was taken out, any enemy of the dark would be turned into ashes. They couldn't stop it at all. However, now, all of the power of faith in West Earth had been drawn over, and it surged over continuously. However, it couldn't erase the devil from Middle Earth. This was too terrifying.
Ye Fan's heart became more and more clear. Even though he was suffering from great torment, it was beneficial. After being tempered a thousand times, his physique and consciousness were tempered. If he didn't die, his life would flourish even more.
"What's being burned isn't my body, but the various thoughts in my heart. All sins are added to my body, burning the past to give me eternal life." Ye Fan muttered to himself. His corporeal body was injured, but it continuously recovered. His will was like steel, and he resisted unyieldingly.
The cauldron grew by an inch and crossed the tribulation with him. It flickered in front of the heart of his brows like an immortal monument that recorded every bit of his comprehension of the Dao.
This wasn't crossing the tribulation, and it wasn't severing the Dao, but it surpassed all of these. From a certain perspective, he could be considered to have already severed the Dao, being reborn in the flames. It was just that he hadn't obtained the approval of heaven and earth.
It was because his strength had long reached the required level. He only needed to obtain a type of Dao Fruit, trample over the great dao of heaven and earth, and then sever his own Dao.
Ye Fan and the cauldron rose and fell, becoming a streak of eternal light. It flourished even more than the raging sacred flame formed from the boundless ocean of will power.
Four hours later, he brought out the black arrow and the others to undergo the baptism. He even brought out the seed of the Bodhi Sacred Tree to refine it over and over again.
Back then, when he was in Big Dipper Star Domain, he had bestowed this object to Tong Tong and the others to use. However, when he took it back and used it in the Flame Domain, he discovered that there was something strange about it. There was the imprint of Sakyamuni Buddha on it, and in the end, he used the immortal flame to wipe it clean, branding it with his own imprint. However, he still didn't feel at ease, so he didn't give it to his disciple.
Now, in this place, he borrowed the boundless karmic flames to begin the ultimate burning. He refined it thoroughly, feeling that this object was connected to his body and mind. There wasn't a trace of someone else's imprint, so he was completely at ease.
Then, he used his mind as an imprint to refine this object over and over again. Finally, the patterns on its surface became natural, and he was reborn from the flames. He was like a god or a devil!
"Boom!"
Ye Fan's body erupted with immeasurable immortal light. The cauldron between his eyebrows had become one with him, and it was difficult to tell them apart. Around him, there were also the black arrow, the Bodhi Seed, the Dao Scripture, and the Book of Source of Heaven and Earth floating up and down.
In the end, he stood up. Even the power of faith that was as vast and pure as the ocean couldn't burn him. He broke free and was bathed in the immortal holy splendor.
"Buzz!"
The cauldron between his eyebrows trembled slightly and flew into the distance, enveloping Zhang Qingyang's head. Then, the Bodhi Seed flew out from his hand and appeared in the hands of the Little Taoist Master.
"Before I enter the Star Domain, these two holy objects will be in your possession. They are the holy objects for our sect to pass on the Dao and carry forward the legacy of the Celestial Court."
Then, Ye Fan warned Zhang Qingyang repeatedly in secret that the cauldron had his Dao engraved on it and was the number one holy object. The Bodhi Seed was only an appearance and shouldn't be confused.
Everyone in the West was stunned. Even the vast power of faith and the endless holy light couldn't burn Ye Fan to ashes. What else could they do?
The Vatican's Saintess and the other devout believers were in a daze. The pure power of faith naturally dispersed and couldn't be used by them.
Ye Fan pointed with his finger, and the holy splendor scattered all over the sky, enveloping everyone in front. The Saintess was in a daze on the jade-white unicorn. The light in her beautiful eyes changed again and again. Then, all the young people, including herself, were illuminated. She chanted the name of the Celestial Emperor and walked over.
"It's been two thousand years. I haven't fought anyone for two thousand years." Pope muttered to himself. He looked down like an ancient deity. The sun was destroyed and the stars sank in his eyes. The scene was extremely terrifying.
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