Pope had been defeated and lost his life. All that was left behind was a resplendent golden holy robe. The Spear of Fate was inserted into the ground, glistening brightly. No one dared to approach.
Ye Fan descended on the Holy Mountain and ascended the stone steps to the First Holy Palace of the Vatican. Everyone was watching, and no one dared to stop him. It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.
Finally, Ye Fan entered the most important place in the history of the Vatican and disappeared. Many people seemed to be exhausted and dispirited as they sat down on the ground.
This day would forever be remembered as the Day of Darkness. The experts of the divine race from Jerusalem were killed, and the most sacred place of the Vatican was invaded by the devil, suffering the most serious blasphemy.
Thousands and tens of thousands of years had passed. People couldn't help but shiver whenever they thought of this. To the people of another sect, this was a day of great prosperity.
In the distance, Zhang Qingyang had an excited expression. The cauldron above his head sent down strands of source qi, protecting him within. He held the Bodhi Bead in his hand and shouted for the establishment of the Celestial Court.
Behind him, many followers also shouted in unison. Their voices resounded through the clouds, and the boundless sound waves shook the surroundings. The entire Vatican was trembling.
At this moment, the expressions of the old cultivators of the Vatican and the clan leaders who had come to help changed greatly. This was a great calamity for them.
The news quickly spread across the mountains, the mountains, the oceans, and the entire world of cultivators.
In the West, many inheritances were silent. The sky seemed to be pressing down, making everyone feel oppressed. They were all uneasy and anxious as if they were waiting for the judgment of the end of the world.
The devil had defeated the divine knight and Pope single-handedly and killed three experts of the divine race. No one could stop him! What was he going to do next? Everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they thought of how terrifying he was.
The most serious consequence was that he would uproot the Vatican and wipe out the West. This did not seem to be a difficult task.
When the Central Earth Daoist Sect received the news, many people were stunned. Some could not believe this fact. He had attacked alone and killed his way into the Holy City of Jerusha and killed the divine race. What kind of method was this? After that, he single-handedly conquered the Vatican and ruled the West. This was like a myth!
It was the same for the Buddhist sects. Many senior monks chanted Shakyamuni Buddha, their names rising and falling. They felt that it was a bit inconceivable, their hearts beating fast.
At that moment, the world was in an uproar. The eyes of the entire cultivation world were focused on West Earth and Vatican City, waiting for the final result.
A devil had appeared in the Central Plains!
Everyone was discussing this. Now that the demonic cultivators were heading west, everyone was shocked. Everyone was paying close attention.
At this moment, Ye Fan had ascended to the peak and entered the Holy Palace. He had no idea that the entire cultivation world was suffocating. Everyone was quietly waiting for the result and what he would do next.
He was extremely calm, his footsteps powerful. He walked through the spacious and empty great hall, not a single person daring to stop him. All of the divine emissaries were trembling with fear, backing up in retreat.
This palace had existed since ancient times. It was richly ornamented, dazzling in gold and jade. Every inch of this place was releasing holy radiance. Treasures were piled up everywhere.
Ye Fan didn't pay them any attention. He walked into the depths of the palace as if he was facing dung and dust. He sensed the ancestral artifact of Middle Earth and walked with large strides, heading straight for it.
After Shihuang unified the six countries, the jade seal carved from He Clan Jade was quietly displayed here. Even though what was carved on it wasn't the laws of Dao, there was a type of historical precipitation that surpassed mountains and rivers.
On the other side, there was a stone platform that was formed from dried yellow mud. It was placed at an even higher position. This was the Nuwa Stone with a human head and snake body carved on it. There were traces of the interweaving Great Dao, attracting Ye Fan's attention. He stared at it for a very long time.
…
In the end, he found the foundation of the altar with the ancient heavenly book carved on it. It was seized from Mount Tai by the experts of the Vatican City twenty years ago. There was a large pile of it, and they had obtained a lot back then.
Ye Fan carefully looked at the heavenly book and was greatly moved. The foundation of the altar was indeed carved with the Bird Seal Script. It really recorded a shocking secret — the opportunity to become an immortal.
It talked about the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains. This was what Ye Fan knew. He had already seen the burial ground of the Quasi-emperor Yongseong Clan and understood the cause and effect.
What really attracted him was the topographic map at the end of the ancient heavenly book. This was actually a corner of the celestial map to enter Kunlun Immortal!
However, it was incomplete because the foundation of the altar wasn't complete. Part of it was in Middle Earth, and only this part was lost in the Vatican City.
Ye Fan's heart pounded. He didn't expect to find another piece of the map. This corner could be pieced together after he returned. There were nine maps in the world, and he had already obtained the sixth corner.
He carefully put away the ancestral weapons and the ancient altar. Then, he began to search the palace. He found some so-called holy objects of West Earth in the divine temple where the golden holy robe and the spear of fate were stored. There was actually a piece of bone among them!
"Another corner of the map!"
Ye Fan couldn't help but exclaim. He didn't expect there to be another corner in the Vatican City. This piece was the original ancient map carved on a simple piece of bone.
The maps on Mount Lu's underground palace and the foundation of the altar were all copied by someone. They weren't the original, but they were still clear enough.
Fortunately, the copied ones didn't overlap. He had obtained a total of the heptagonal Immortal Ascension Diagram and was still missing the last two pieces of bone. This made his heart beat faster.
During the great battle of the ancient sages, no one could collect the complete map. Now that the Dharma Ending Era had arrived, those people left one after another, giving him a chance.
"It's a pity that the ninth piece of bone was shattered by someone. I can never collect it again." Ye Fan sighed softly.
He swept through the holy palace, and no one knew what he had taken away. When he came out, the palace seemed to have dried up, and the holy splendor could no longer be seen.
Everyone in the Vatican City was trembling with fear. No one dared to stop him. Even the radical faction that had wanted to welcome him and celebrate the death of the divine race stopped. That was because the difference between their realms was too great, and it was difficult for them to converse.
Ye Fan didn't want to go overboard. He didn't want to exterminate the world, so he didn't create a murderous calamity. With a clang, the resplendent holy robe on the ground flew up. It grew to a height of three inches and entered his palm. He took it as his own.
Bang!
The spear of fate also rose from the ground and flew toward him. It had long been broken into three pieces in ancient times, but it was still a holy object of a sect that had killed a god.
"You can take the golden holy robe, but the spear of fate is the supreme holy object of the Vatican City. It has a special meaning, so please keep it. If you like the holy spear, you can take it with you. I believe that its power will far surpass the Lance of Longinus once it is unsealed. "
The divine knight's aura was on the verge of dying. His body was covered in cracks and blood was seeping out, but he was still alive. He spoke with difficulty as an ancient dragon spear stabbed into the ground next to him.
Clang!
Ye Fan swung his hand, and the spear turned into a beam of golden light that stabbed into the ground in front of the majestic palace on the first sacred mountain. It trembled a few times before becoming motionless.
He didn't like or hate the Western orthodoxies, and he had never thought of exterminating them. He only wanted the ancestral weapon, and he didn't want to kill them all.
"You can be considered an upright person, so why do you need to imprison yourself here? Are you willing to go to the outer realm with me?" Ye Fan asked.
"My flame of life is about to be extinguished." The divine knight was a sinner who had carried the sin until now. He had turned his back on the light and had no glory in his life. Now that he was about to die, he felt a sense of relief.
"If you want to leave, I can help you prolong your life."
The divine knight's gaze was calm as he let go of everything. "I yearn to go to the outer realm."
Ye Fan walked forward and pointed with a finger. A holy radiance shot out and bathed the divine knight's body. He took out a jade jar and poured out a sparkling liquid drop. It was the juice of an ancestral ginseng from Changbai Mountain, and it could be considered a precious medicine. He flicked it out, and the liquid entered the divine knight's mouth. In an instant, the vitality in his body flourished. Afterward, Ye Fan took out some divine spring water and fed it to the divine knight.
West Earth had endless power of faith, but the divine knight had been branded as a sinner by the ancient paragons. He couldn't use this to prolong his life.
Because of this, he could only rely on himself to cultivate. It was a miracle that he could reach this step in such a world. He was worthy of being the number one genius of West Earth in the past tens of thousands of years.
This was what Ye Fan had taken a fancy to. If such a ferocious person was brought to another star domain and cultivated in a different environment, what kind of great achievements would he have? It would probably cause a huge commotion.
"Divine knight!"
The radical faction in Vatican City finally found a chance. All of them walked forward and shouted.
The divine knight sighed. He had vaguely guessed that the ancient paragons had purposely branded him so that he wouldn't be able to use the power of faith to cultivate and temper his dao body.
"Our doctrine is beautiful. There's no need to respect the god race of the outer realm. It's enough as long as God is present. From today onwards, both Jerusalem and Vatican City will belong to us."
"Correct, your teachings are holy and beautiful." Ye Fan smiled, also speaking in agreement.
"Ugh!"
Everyone could only have such an expression. This devil from Middle Earth actually said this. How could they endure it?
"I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart. Your doctrine gives mortals spiritual sustenance and guides the path forward for cultivators. It's a priceless treasure. I'm targeting the god race of the outer realm, and I'm only offending you because I want to bring back the ancestral weapon of Middle Earth."
Ye Fan didn't care if they believed it or not. In any case, he believed it himself and said it like this. Moreover, he had already done what needed to be done.
"The Celestial Ruler is merciful …"
Zhang Qingyang started to preach and replaced the word 'God' with 'Celestial Ruler' to win over believers in Vatican City. In the end, everyone was speechless.
After this matter was over, Ye Fan didn't go to Mount Olympus to visit the ancient world. He didn't go to that divine land to search for treasures, which made the disciples feel rather regretful.
This was because he didn't want to make the entire West Earth's cultivation world anxious. There was still a long way to go, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
The West watched him leave as if he was a god of plague. They couldn't wait for him to travel through time and space and disappear. Everything that happened in the Day of Darkness made the demons of Middle Earth feel like a mountain was pressing down on their hearts.
After Ye Fan returned to Middle Earth, the masters of the various sects all came to welcome him. It was a grand event that hadn't happened in hundreds of years. The return of the ancestral weapon was an earth-shattering event!
Ye Fan studied it carefully for a few days and handed over the Fuxi Dragon Stele and the Nine Cauldrons to the various sects and returned them to their original sects.
A devil from Middle Earth!
These four words spread all over the world, not only in Middle Earth and the West, but all Daoists heard of it.
"I'm not a devil. Who exactly am I? Even the heavens don't know …" Ye Fan mumbled to himself.
From that day onwards, the Little Taoist Master started to preach and travel to foreign lands. Dragon Sparrow, Zhan Yifan, and the others also frequently performed miracles among the mortals.
The Celestial Court started to sprout in every corner of the world since the Day of Darkness. Especially in the West, which was incomparably open and free, Zhang Qingyang led the crusaders that were converted by Ye Fan and the Vatican's Saintess Audrean and the others to achieve great results.
Ye Fan fought in West Earth and his divine prowess was matchless. His name shook the world of Dao, and the devil of Middle Earth shook the four seas. No one dared to obstruct him, and the process of preaching could be said to be very smooth.
Perhaps decades or centuries would pass, but many people would be chanting 'Celestial Emperor above'. This was the result of Zhang Qingyang's efforts.
Ye Fan was in Middle Earth, but he could clearly feel everything. His cauldron was a holy object of preaching, and it bore the power of faith. There were different changes every day.
During this period of time, the cultivation world was in an uproar, and many things happened.
And Ye Fan's sudden appearance naturally attracted attention from all directions. He ran amok in the West, killed the strong practitioners of the god race in Jerusalem, and fought in Vatican City. He was simply like a legend.
Many great powers were trying to find his roots, and when they found out that he was one of the people that had been taken away by the nine dragons pulling the coffin, they all sucked in cold breaths and were all terrified.
And during this period of time, some interesting things happened. For example, the Daoists of a certain peninsula country in Northeast Asia. They seriously researched and dug up a conclusion.
Ye Fan was a stunning individual with astonishing bloodline and great strength. His ancestral home actually belonged to this peninsula country, and they quoted from many sources, quoting all kinds of evidence.
In the end, there were even people from this peninsula who wrote some works, recording this in the country's cultivation history, treating it as a type of fact.
When the cultivators of other places heard of this, they could only shake their heads and sigh. The cultivators of the peninsula really were unmatched. This seemed to have become a tradition, because people were already numb and used to it. Too many similar things happened in the past, and the entire universe seemed to be created by them.
Time was like water, unknowingly flowing by. In the blink of an eye, three years had already passed. Zhang Qingyang's preaching was extremely successful. Now, not only were there churches and mosques, there was also the Celestial Court, and it was blossoming all over the world.
The cauldron, as a holy object of preaching, would rise with holy energy every day. Strands of immortal light shone brilliantly, gathering even more faith. It already developed intelligence, appearing more and more divine and unapproachable.
Zhang Qingyang was able to wield the number one holy object of the Celestial Court, which was also Ye Fan's future tool to prove his Dao. This made the other disciples very envious.
No one could replace him. When it came to preaching, the Little Taoist Master was unparalleled. He practically spared no effort and left his footprints in every corner of the world.
Now, not only were there countless mortals who believed in the Celestial Court, even many cultivators were also persuaded by his flowery words to convert to the Celestial Court, revering the Celestial Emperor together.
And his cultivation had also made great progress. Every time the Celestial Court grew a bit stronger, he would progress a bit more. Ye Fan saw all of this and made him the head disciple of the registered disciples.
And on this day, Ye Fan crossed time and space to summon him back to Central Earth. This was because he was about to cross the tribulation, and he needed the cauldron to cross it together.
Good preparation was unleashed!
It wasn't that he couldn't cross it, he could have done it three years ago. Everything was because he had to reverse the great path. He didn't want any accidents to happen. If he passed it, his future would be brilliant, but if he failed, he would be nothing but ashes. He couldn't even compare to an ant, so he had to be careful.
"Greetings, Master."
Zhang Qingyang returned, and the cauldron hanging above his head fell off, turning into an inch tall. The body of the cauldron was simple and natural, and there was an immortal divine splendor circling around the outside of the cauldron. It entered the space between Ye Fan's brows.
"You've worked hard these years. If the Celestial Court succeeds, it will be your first merit."
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