An exquisite flute melody drifted through the air, entrancing and intoxicating. Yet within it lay a profound sense of the mortal world—partings and reunions, joys and sorrows, life and death, all contained within.
Even as it enthralled, the sound waves transformed into deadly attacks, becoming swords, spears, axes, blades... bizarrely shaped weapons, billions upon billions of them...
Boom!
Surrounded by countless weapons, Ye Fan was struck without surprise. Though he carved out a path to survival, a sword still pierced straight through his chest.
Had his cultivation not been so profound, he would have died on the spot.
Pfft!
Having broken free from the encirclement of countless icy blades, Ye Fan stared in horror at the phantom in the void.
When his Sacred Body reached great completion, he had already been able to contend with Great Emperors. Yet now that he had become a Great Emperor himself, he had suffered terribly beneath the attacks of a mere phantom.
With a raised hand, the phantom sent Chaos surging forth, striking with the power of ten thousand Daos.
Around him, layer upon layer of blood energy roiled like a vast ocean, rising and falling as it churned the Sea of Chaos.
It was a terrifying sight. The cosmic river of stars trembled, space cracked apart, black holes collapsed, and the entire world seemed on the verge of destruction.
Yet beneath that destructive aura was an exuberant vitality, spreading outward like ripples. It stabilized the stars and repaired the fractured universe.
And Ye Fan, even after attaining the Dao, was still like a mayfly struggling to cross the current within it.
Divine Light bloomed around the phantom's body, igniting boundless blood energy. The great universe within him revolved and burned, and within it, all ten thousand Daos took on his form.
They unfolded