Ye Fan first stormed Jerusalem, the sacred ground of one of the West's three great religions and the headquarters of the Eastern Crusaders.
In Ye Fan's eyes, a religious order like the Crusaders was nothing but a cult. Their Fallen Angels were cultivators, too-cultivators left behind in a distant age when other ancient stars had explored Earth.
The Crusaders called their order the Holy Church and Jerusalem the Holy City. Fanatical cult followers were everywhere here, to an outrageous degree.
"Ratatatatat..." The sound of a tractor rang out overhead.
Ye Fan drove his tractor slowly down into the Holy City from ten thousand meters above. The shocking sight stunned everyone in the city, and ten thousand grass-mud horses stampeded through their minds.
"Oh my god! Is that a tractor?"
"A tractor can fly?"
"In all my years, this is the first time I've seen someone drive a tractor down from the sky."
Countless people frantically pulled out their phones and uploaded videos, sending shock waves around the world.
A tractor flying through the sky-what kind of technology was this? Countless scientists began questioning their lives.
Watching the tractor slowly descend in the video, aircraft manufacturers cried out, "If even tractors can fly, why are we still building planes?"
Ye Fan ignored the astonished looks of the ordinary people. He was wearing a straw hat and sunglasses, with a cigar clenched between his lips, so no one could recognize him anyway.
Ye Fan spread his divine sense and soon located the sacred ground. It was a fine blessed cultivation abode, containing many Ancestral Artifacts stolen from the Central Land. A century earlier in particular, the Western nations had plundered countless treasures from the Central Land.
Ye Fan activated a Divine Ability and vanished from the street. The next moment, he stood