Ye Fan's return to the world caused an uproar throughout the Universe.
After all, he had once fought the Dark Turmoil and protected All Living Beings.
But that did not stop some people from wanting to test his mettle.
Ye Fan also learned that the Dark Turmoil had been quelled largely thanks to the Ruthless Great Emperor. She had slain two Supremes outright, while Emperor Hengyu and those Emperor Weapons had fought desperately to kill another.
As for the Stone Emperor, he had vanished during his final clash with the Ruthless Great Emperor. Some said he was dead; others said he was still alive.
Either way, the Dark Turmoil had ended.
Three hundred years had passed since then. Ye Fan froze. I slept for three hundred years?
"Things really were dangerous back then. One wrong move and I'd have died," Ye Fan murmured. Otherwise, his rebirth would not have taken three hundred years.
"Brother Ye, you're still alive. To see you again after three hundred years—it's wonderful." A young man of transcendent bearing, like a Heavenly God, approached Ye Fan.
"Yaoguang, have you come to die?" Ye Fan took a sip of tea and spoke without a care.
Yaoguang could not have come with good intentions. Ye Fan knew exactly what lay beneath his facade.
A practitioner of the Indestructible Heavenly Art, Yaoguang had coveted Ye Fan's Sacred Body for years.
Now, the moment Ye Fan had "Resurrection," he had rushed over, probably hoping to probe his strength.
Yaoguang was not the first to try, but he would probably be the last.
"Brother Ye, your killing intent is as strong as ever. Three hundred years—" Before Yaoguang could finish, Ye Fan slapped him.
One of the foremost Top-Tier Heavenly Prodigies of the age was sent flying with a single slap,