The Sacred Body Ye Fan has been revived!
This is a piece of news that could ignite the desolate universe. It has now spread to almost the entire Flying Immortal Battlefield. Countless people are setting off along the predetermined route, searching along the legendary path, hoping to see Ye Fan.
Youren arrive as if to pay homage to the Holy One, revering the Sacred Body who once participated in quelling the Dark Turmoil.
A small number of powerful outcasts harbored thoughts akin to those of the Underworld, wanting to take advantage of Ye Fan's weakness and eliminate this enormous anomaly that had once brought them danger.
Just as Ye Fan himself said, if he had died in the turmoil three hundred years ago, not to mention his former friends and acquaintances, even his former enemies would surely have erected a monument to him and sung his praises.
But now that they are alive, they don't recommend standing on the opposite side again.
"Our lord is almost here! We'll hunt the Sacred Body together then!" At the edge of the Flying Immortal Battlefield, a group of figures were lying in ambush, waiting for the Overlord's arrival.
They are followers of the Overlord and have been enemies of the Sacred Body for generations.
Once they receive the signal that the Overlord has arrived, they will all move out together, sweep across the land, and bury the resurrected Ye Fan once more.
On the other side,
Within a Grotto-Heaven, Mo Wentian, the eldest disciple of the Yaoguang lineage who had grown up, stood up, his eyes flashing like lightning.
He whispered, "If you had died three hundred years ago, even my master would remember you fondly. But why did you come back to life?!"
"No!"
Suddenly, his eyes blazed with intensity, and he looked toward the center of the Flying Immortal Battlefield. His eyes, imbued with the aura of the Great Dao, seemed to pierce through everything, seeing through all illusions. The Great Dao Treasure Bottle above his head roared even louder.
"There is no resurrected Sacred Body here. This is just a dead man, a dead man impersonated by someone else, a dead man who should have died!"
Mo Wentian transformed into a bolt of lightning, incredibly fast, and with a whoosh, he left the place.
and far away,
A tall, muscular body with bronze skin, resembling that of Ferocious Beast, leaped from a waterfall.
Tuoba Mo's expression was cold; he had already received the information from his subordinates.
He sneered, " Human Sacred Body? Is the so-called immortal body stronger than the Saint Spirit Lineage? You should know that I have killed more than one so-called Saint Spirit, and the Great Sage Cang Ling will die by my hand sooner or later!"
He stepped away from the cultivation grounds, also in search of Ye Fan.
In a thatched hut,
A young man dressed in a purple Daoist robe had a detached expression. He carried a three-foot-long green sword on his back and had an indescribable charm. He looked like an immortal. Two young boys were serving him tea.
This is Yin Ming!
He is the disciple of Yin Tiande, one of the most powerful people in the world. His cultivation level is close to that of his master. He is one of the most powerful prodigies in the past three hundred years. Legend has it that he has completely mastered Yin Tiande's ultimate skills and is so powerful that it is unbelievable.
It once swept across several Starry Sky Ancient Road!
"The patriarch warned against taking action," the boy beside him respectfully spoke, conveying Yin Tiande's message and admonishing Yin Ming not to act rashly.
"They already know that Master isn't on the Flying Immortal Battlefield? It seems the Sacred Body's influence is truly immense. Just a piece of news can drive the entire universe crazy. No wonder she's one of Master's most valued individuals."
Suddenly, Yin Ming drew his sword and prepared to leave, heading towards the outer perimeter of the thatched hut.
The child who had spoken earlier dared not utter a word, knowing that his admonition was useless.
Meanwhile, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred to one of them. Wisps of purple energy Sisi appeared on his previously fair and calm forehead, and the aura was clearly not his own.
The purple aura slowly transformed into a human figure, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.
He was utterly otherworldly, like a Banished Immortal!
"Greetings, Master!" Yin Ming immediately knelt down and recognized the illusory figure as Yin Tiande.
"Now that your cultivation is higher, you're so arrogant and powerful that you don't even want to listen to me anymore?" Yin Tiande's illusory figure spoke calmly, his expression obscured by mist, making Yin Ming break out in a cold sweat.
The two fell silent for a moment.
A short while later,
Yin Tiande said calmly, "Fine, let him go if he wants. I also want to see how far Ye Fan has progressed, and whether he's really as useless as the rumors say."
Yin Ming rose, bowed in gratitude, his Daoist robe billowing, and walked towards the outside.
"Slow!"
Yin Ming turned around in confusion.
Yin Tiande said softly, "You will most likely suffer a crushing defeat. Be prepared for this, and don't let your Dao heart be damaged. When I become an emperor, you will become the number one general, just like the Ancient Heavenly Court and the Undying Divine Dynasty!"
Another place,
After Doudou, Xiao Yan and his companions finally arrived at the Flying Immortal Battlefield.
"The people of the Underworld are really ruthless. They were willing to lose 99% of their population just to get rid of us, which caused us to Doudou around many Star Domain!" Liu Bei said somewhat resentfully.
What they did previously.
Chasing after the people of the Underworld!
This was something Liu Bei had almost never dared to imagine before.
At the same time, his gaze towards Yao Lao held more respect. There was no comparison, no harm; the expectation brought by simply knowing the strength of Quasi-Emperor and witnessing the power of Quasi-Emperor was different. Now he could more directly understand just how strong Yao Lao truly was.
"Many people are on their way, it seems they have the same goal as us, most likely they are all heading for the Sacred Body." Qian Renxue pointed ahead, the vast Flying Immortal Battlefield was boundless, like a small universe, and now countless powerful figures had arrived.
But at this moment, they all flowed towards one place like rivers flowing into the sea.
"Are you also going to see Senior Ye?!" Youren approached from the side; it was a very enthusiastic young man.
Xiao Yan nodded, "It seems they all went to see the Sacred Body?"
The man shook his head and said, "Most people, like us, want to see Senior Ye's glory and witness his demeanor from three hundred years ago. But there are a few of his former enemies and the geniuses who emerged later who are dissatisfied and want to cause trouble. They think he is weak now and want to take advantage of his misfortune."
The group continued onward and eventually arrived at an open area, where smoke signals rose in the distance, indicating that the fighting had raged for a long time.
A huge handprint pressed down on the ground, creating a hole in the earth. In the distance, many corpses lay scattered, and without exception, all of them had lost their Divine Sense.
"They were people from the Underworld before; they look like they've already been killed." Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes.
They looked up and saw many figures gathering on the horizon not far away.
"Looks like this is the place."
Countless people gathered in this area, all possessing at least the strength of Saint King, creating an ocean of magical power.
At this moment, however, they were surrounding one person.
The young man standing in the center of the arena, dressed in a blue robe, had an indifferent expression.
"There's no such thing as a Sacred Body resurrection. He's just a fraudster trying to impersonate someone!" Several figures appeared on the distant horizon, exuding supreme divine power, and were about to make their move in front of so many people!
(End of this chapter)