One more choice meant one more path.
Perhaps it would be precisely this choice that ultimately allowed him to stand above the ages, shoulder to shoulder with the Desolate Heaven Emperor, and confront the Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors.
And so, Ye Fan became Patriarch Bodhi's disciple and began preparing to cultivate the Great-Grade Heavenly Immortal Art.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged before a crystalline little mountain, piled entirely from source stones. At a rough estimate, it weighed a million jin.
Vast quantities of life essence drifted out, entering Ye Fan's body with his breathing and lending aid to his cultivation.
Cold sweat poured from Ye Fan's forehead. His aura was unstable, weakening little by little...
At that moment, the unique secret realm within Ye Fan's body was gradually collapsing.
His golden bitter sea continually unleashed thunderous roars of surging tides. Boundless divine radiance shot skyward, whipping up towering waves. Streams of essence broke down and flew high into the air, brilliant and dazzling, becoming divine splendor that danced across the sky.
At that moment, the tides roared without end, golden light flashed, lightning danced, and monstrous waves surged skyward.
Bursts of lightning erupted from time to time above the churning golden bitter sea, intertwining with the towering tides and setting heaven and earth ablaze. Sea and sky met, dazzling golden light shining everywhere with extraordinary brilliance.
The palm-sized bitter sea gradually contracted, beginning to fall silent and turn into indestructible divine iron. The life spring no longer gushed with life essence, the divine bridge gradually dimmed, and the other shore grew indistinct, vanishing into the void.
Ye Fan was crippling the Sea of Bitterness Secret Realm he had cultivated through the Dao Scripture.
Now that he had a complete emperor scripture, there was naturally no need to pursue the strongest scripture