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Chapter 3 Holy Body Ye Fan
"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken."
From within the Primordial Ancient Mine, a gentle yet resolute divine thought retorted, "Wu Shi's actions against the Underworld are to avenge his parents; this is a matter of course, how can we possibly obstruct him?"
"Absolutely!"
"The underworld has always committed numerous evils, and today's calamity is entirely its own fault. Besides, the opportunity to become an immortal is just around the corner, and the Emperor's decree is precious. Why jeopardize your own path to immortality for the sake of someone unrelated?"
With one person taking the lead, the other supreme beings in the restricted areas followed suit in a sparse manner, each choosing to protect themselves and none of them were willing to make a move.
The Immortal Daoist's divine sense churned in the shadows, his nose nearly twisting with rage. "Is this what you Dark Supremes say?"
No one knew that the Immortal Taoist who was secretly stirring things up was actually the faith avatar of the Immortal Emperor.
He had intended to use the Supreme Beings of the Forbidden Zone to restrain Wushi, but he did not expect that these Supreme Beings would still be so cowardly. So he simply stopped talking and just watched coldly with his icy divine sense.
A moment later, two piercing screams echoed through the heavens and earth.
The Great Emperor Wushi formed a hand seal with one hand, and his imperial might surged. The figures of the two supreme beings of the underworld shattered instantly in his palm, turning into a sky full of blood mist, leaving not even a remnant soul behind.
Ye Fan's Time and Space
The celestial canopy has been hanging silently for months, showing no signs of movement. Ye Fan had been speculating that the celestial canopy would bring about earth-shattering changes, but nothing has happened yet, and he has no time to pay attention to it now.
Ye Fan could not tolerate Wang Teng's attempt to force Ji Ziyue into an engagement with him, a humiliation that had been committed against Ziyue.
So, carrying the ancient bronze coffin from the desolate holy land, he resolutely stepped into the sky and headed to the Ji family.
Ignoring the mockery around him, he pierced through the crowd and landed on Ji Ziyue, his tone firm and solemn: "Ziyue, if you don't want to marry him, I will kill him today to protect you."
Tears welled up in Ji Ziyue's eyes, and she nodded vigorously.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Teng arrived with a roar, riding a golden ancient chariot.
An epic showdown ensued. Wang Teng unleashed his full power, employing numerous formidable secret techniques, yet he was still unable to defeat Ye Fan. Instead, Ye Fan relentlessly suppressed him, ultimately bringing an end to their long-standing feud.
Seeing Wang Teng executed, the Ji family members all fell silent, none daring to step forward and say a word.
The eighth patriarch of the Ji family, his face ashen with rage, stepped forward and shouted fiercely, "Ye Fan! How dare you kill Wang Teng in the Ji family's divine land and desecrate the Great Emperor! Today, I will use the Void Emperor Mirror to suppress you!"
Before the words were even finished, the sky above suddenly began to move violently!
The previously silent aura suddenly surged, and the words "Ascension to Immortality" shone with dazzling golden light. As the Dao patterns flowed, a vast and mysterious aura swept down.
"The sky has changed!" someone shouted in disbelief, their voice filled with shock.
The crowd instantly forgot about Ye Fan's entanglement with the Ji family and rushed outside, looking up at the sky with a mixture of awe and urgency.
The eighth patriarch of the Ji family suppressed his anger, staring intently at the turbulent sky, and gritted his teeth as he said to Ye Fan, "Boy, I'll spare your life for now. Once I've completed my study of the Immortal Secret, I'll come back to take your life!"
After saying that, he turned and rushed out the door, his eyes fixed on the sky.
Ye Fan didn't care about this at all. He turned to look at Ji Ziyue beside him, chuckled softly, and walked out of the Heavenly Palace with her, looking side by side at the strange sky.
The sky suddenly changed, and the two words "becoming an immortal," which were originally as dazzling as a galaxy, vanished like dust in an instant, replaced by a suffocating silence.
The curtain began to play.
Deep in the void, an old man with white hair that cascaded down to his ankles sat quietly.
Although he was merely resting with his eyes closed, his entire body seemed to be enveloped by a singularity compressed to the extreme.
He slowly opened his eyes, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly burst forth with golden lightning. The terrifying power caused the countless floating stars around him to tremble violently at the same time, and spider web-like cracks appeared on their surfaces, as if they would collapse into cosmic dust at any moment.
"Ye Zi, is this...is this you?" Pang Bo's voice trembled, his finger quivering as he pointed to the sky, his face filled with disbelief.
"You're practically an older version of me! The face is so similar!"
The crowd erupted in commotion and turned to look at Ye Fan.
Two figures overlapped repeatedly in his mind: one was the young man who was just beginning to show his talent, and the other was the terrifying being in the sky who could suppress a star field with a mere gesture.
Ye Fan was also stunned. He had never imagined that his future would be like this. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense and keep watching!"
Meanwhile, in other timelines, chaos had already broken out.
Emperor's Time and Space
The Emperor frowned, his gaze fixed on the sky, and muttered, "A Quasi-Supreme... such strength, can it even be associated with immortals?"
Could his long-cherished dream of becoming an immortal be related to this person?
Ruthless Emperor Time and Space
Gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the sky, the Ruthless Great Emperor's usually calm eyes showed a barely perceptible ripple for the first time in hundreds of years.
She, who had previously paid no attention to the sky, finally raised her eyes and decided to look on.
Martian Holy Body Spacetime
The Holy Body, who had lived for countless years and whose strength was almost equal to that of a normal Great Emperor, raised an eyebrow and keenly sensed a faint yet incredibly pure aura.
"The aura of the indestructible golden body... no, it's too faint. Could it be a descendant of this physique?"
The Void Emperor's Time and Space.
He felt a chill run down his spine. Before he attained enlightenment, a Great Perfection Saint Body had protected him. This familiar Saint Source aura gave him a vague idea of the identity of the person in the Heavenly Curtain.
The white-haired old man in the sky took a step and his figure disappeared from his original position in an instant.
The next moment, he found himself in a bustling star field. With a gentle sweep of his eyes, swathes of powerful figures instantly turned to dust, not even having time to utter a scream.
Even just a glance from him was terrifying.
The emperors from other timelines simply smiled indifferently; in their eyes, such a massacre was perhaps child's play.
But in Ye Fan's time and space, the atmosphere was extremely heavy.
"Buzz—" Deep within the Ji family's divine source, a decaying old saint broke through the seal, exclaiming in shock: "Undoubtedly a quasi-emperor! This is the pressure of a quasi-emperor!"
Ye Fan and the others watched, their breath caught in their throats, their blood seemingly burning.
Such a terrifyingly powerful being could destroy an entire star field with a mere gesture, and this person could very well be my future self!
The eighth patriarch of the Ji family felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body ice-cold, his face ashen: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could a quasi-emperor of this level be him? It must be a coincidence of facial features, it could never be Ye Fan!"
The screen continued playing.
Just as Ye Fan was sweeping across the star field, a purple streak of light approached swiftly like a ghost.
The man had a full head of purple hair, eyes as bright and dazzling as the sun, and held a bronze halberd in his hand; he was a powerful quasi-emperor.
However, this quasi-emperor, who should have been invincible, trembled violently the moment he saw Ye Fan's face, his face showing extreme fear, and he almost lost his grip on the weapon in his hand.
"Saint...Saint Body Ye Fan?! You're still alive!"