Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 286 - 287 Chapter 292 Renowned Across 8 Regions

287: Chapter 292: Renowned Across 8 Regions 287: Chapter 292: Renowned Across 8 Regions “Have you heard of a young man named Ye Fan?

He suppressed the Golden-winged Little Roc King, the strongest figure of the demon clan’s young generation.” “I have indeed heard such news.

Is it true?

It’s said that the young man is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little cultivator.

How could he suppress the Celestial Roc Clan King who rivals the Divine King Body?” “Your information is outdated.

It has already gone viral in the Northern Region, and it’s definitely true.

People from the Five Elements Hall witnessed it firsthand.” …

This was the sound of discussions inside a teahouse, and such news was spreading rapidly, reaching most of the Northern Region.

Not far away in the Gambling Stone Workshop, a group of powerful cultivators was also discussing this topic.

“It’s too crazy!

Not only was the Golden-winged Little Roc King suppressed, but Flickering Light’s Saint Heir and Sacred Lady were also captured.

This is truly like piercing the heavens!” “No way, are you sure this news is true?

The prominent Flickering Light Sacred Land—its two representative figures of the young generation—were both suppressed by someone?

This is too far-fetched.” “There is absolutely no mistake.

People from the Illusion Destruction Palace experienced everything firsthand, and several of their disciples were even killed by that little cultivator named Ye Fan.

They saw it with their own eyes.” “This is too astonishing!

What is Ye Fan’s background that he could suppress Flickering Light’s Saint Heir?

It’s known among the major Great Sects that Flickering Light’s Saint Heir has no equal in his generation.

How was he suddenly captured?

It’s truly unbelievable.” “What is Ye Fan’s origin?

Could he really possess Heavenly and Earthly abilities?

Capturing three such talents in one move is truly world-shocking!” The people in the Gambling Stone Workshop were discussing ardently, many finding it hard to believe, feeling it was too surreal.

Flickering Light’s Saint Heir enjoyed a very high reputation among the young generation of the human race.

Many prominent figures were no longer his match, and other Sacred Lands regarded him with extreme caution, believing this future Flickering Light Sacred Master was destined for unimaginable achievements.

Yet, he was suppressed with a mere flip of a hand.

How could this not cause a stir?

The Golden-winged Little Roc King and the Flickering Light Saint Heir practically represented the future supreme kings of the demon and human races respectively, and now both had been suppressed by the same individual.

“Who exactly is this Ye Fan?

What is his background, which sect does he hail from, and why does he possess the means to so easily suppress three extraordinary talents?” “The Ji Family once issued a bounty for him.

A while ago, some cities had his portraits; I even glanced at them.

It’s said he’s merely between the Wheel and Sea realm and Dao Palace secret realm, yet he caused such a huge commotion in the end.” …

With the spread of the news, bits and pieces about Ye Fan gradually surfaced.

Although still incomplete, many cultivators in the Northern Region now had a rough understanding of him.

“Damn, this kid is ruthless!

He was beaten into the sixth layer of the Flame Region and didn’t die.

More than half a year later, he emerged and caused a great stir in the southern region by burning the Grand Elder of the Ji Family alive.” “He’s just a little cultivator with no foundation, yet he could traverse the void from the southern region of the Eastern Wastelands to the Northern Region.

How on earth did he do it?

It’s assumed he was smuggled over from some Sacred Land.

It’s astonishing!” From teahouses to taverns, from one city to another, from one oasis to another, the news spread quickly.

About half a month later, many Great Sects had learned of this event.

As everything about Ye Fan gradually became clear, people were surprised to discover he was a Desolate Ancient Wasted Body.

“He possesses such a physique yet has achieved such remarkable feats; it’s truly astonishing.

Is it possible for the sacred body to revive its former supreme glory?” “Impossible.

He hasn’t broken through the Dao Palace secret realm, nor has he overcome the curse.

Perhaps if, one day, he truly enters the Four Extremes secret realm, there might be a turn of events.” “A little cultivator from the Dao Palace secret realm actually suppressed three extraordinary talents!

And he possesses the Profound Yellow Root—this is truly jaw-dropping!

Is this heaven’s indication that hope for the sacred body has appeared?” …

Ye Fan possessing a cauldron forged from Origin Qi—this, the most crucial piece of news, struck a nerve with many, and numerous people wanted to find him.

This was especially true for the various Sacred Lands, whose desire for holy divine relics was even more intense because not every Sacred Land had produced a Great Emperor or possessed peak weapons.

From ancient times to the present, there had been few Great Emperors, but this didn’t mean only a Great Emperor could establish a Sacred Land.

Sacred Lands not established by a Great Emperor were equally terrifying due to their deep and profound foundations.

Some emulated nature, carving the marks of the Dao into their heritage; some had received anonymous inheritances, possessing unfathomable depths; while others had seen sages appear generation after generation, establishing Supreme Scriptures through long periods of accumulation.

No Sacred Land failed to live up to its reputation; all were extremely powerful, even beyond people’s imagination.

What they lacked was merely a peak weapon.

After all, Great Emperors no longer existed; only the peak weapons they left behind remained the most powerful treasures.

Sacred Lands without a Great Emperor naturally desired holy divine relics even more.

“Latest news!

Flickering Light Sacred Land and the Ji Family have offered astronomical rewards.

Anyone providing relevant clues can obtain three squares of Source!” “What a grand gesture!

Anyone providing clues about Ye Fan can receive ten thousand pounds of Source.

Wealth truly moves the hearts of people; the Northern Region will surely boil over this!” “That’s not even the most surprising news.

There’s an even larger reward behind it.

If one can provide the exact whereabouts of the youth surnamed Ye, thirty squares of Source can be claimed!” “Thirty squares of Source!

A whole one hundred thousand pounds of Source!

This price defies the heavens!” As soon as this news spread, the Northern Region was shaken, and many people took action, wanting to find Ye Fan’s whereabouts.

Obviously, this value wasn’t for Ye Fan himself but because of the existence of the Origin Qi foundation.

Naturally, quite a few people sneered.

Holy divine relics are priceless; even a million pounds of Source would be insufficient.

Any powerful force that obtains one would certainly never exchange it.

Many cultivators sprang into action.

Most knew that even if they obtained the holy divine relics, they couldn’t keep them safe.

It would be better to offer them to other Sacred Lands for a price, which would surely be higher than that offered by the Ji Family and Flickering Light.

「In the southern region of the Eastern Wastelands, on Zhuo Peak of the Taixuan Sect」 The vegetation had withered, presenting a desolate scene.

Since Ye Fan left here after burning the Ji Family’s Grand Elder, Zhuo Peak had faced immense pressure, compelling even the Taixuan Sect’s Head Elder to intervene and instruct other disciples to return to their original main peaks.

Zhuo Peak, which had just begun to show signs of prosperity, became desolate once more.

Now, wild grass grew thick, dried trees stood tall, and yellow leaves danced in the wind.

On the entire Zhuo Peak, only Li Ruoyu remained, sitting quietly amidst the ruins.

“You’ve really brought forth a good disciple, making even the Sacred Lands restless,” the Taixuan Sect’s Head Elder said as he landed on Zhuo Peak, having received the news from the Northern Region.

“He’s not my disciple,” Li Ruoyu replied.

“But having such a disciple would indeed be worthwhile.

Even if Zhuo Peak is desolate, with such a person, its future glory is assured.” “You’re quite open-minded, but the pressure on Taixuan has increased considerably,” the Taixuan Sect’s Head Elder said, his hands behind his back as he gazed towards the clouds.

“Everyone wishes for a disciple famous across the land, one who would allow them to smile in the afterlife even in death.

But there must be a limit; otherwise, it could spell disaster in the future.” 「Elsewhere in the Taixuan Sect, on a mountain peak associated with Star Peak」 A man in blue, handsome as jade and exuding an ethereal, immortal-like aura, strummed his zither strings.

He played a beautiful melody, causing many flower buds around him to bloom with the music, and birds to fly over in homage, dancing gracefully.

When the zither tune ended, he looked up at a beautiful woman across from him, clad in snow-white clothes, and said, “Junior Sister Xiaoman, what kind of place is your hometown?

I’d like to hear about it, and also about this Ye Fan.” 「In the Northern Region, within a palace of the Ji Family」 Ji Ziyue ground her shiny little tiger teeth, sulking internally.

So that little Daoist was him, she muttered to herself.

Afterward, she wrinkled her delicate nose, hugged Ji Haoyue’s arm, and said, “Luckily, you weren’t thrown into the cauldron, brother.” “Sooner or later, I’ll catch him!” Ji Haoyue declared, the Divine Moon veiling his body and Dragon Qi coiling around him, already showing the nascent aura of a Divine King.

「In the Northern Domain Holy City」 This colossal city occupied an area of unknown expanse.

Since records began, this city had never changed its location, and its age was unknown.

The First Ancient City of the Northern Region, the First Divine City—these were its names.

Legend had it that in the distant past, it was suspended in the air.

Sovereigns from the Northern Plains and royalty from the Central States resided here year-round; now, even some of the top figures within the city had learned of Ye Fan’s name.

A sovereign from the Northern Plains was in the Holy City, laughing madly to the sky, alarming many.

“Old Peng King, let’s see you act so arrogant now!

Every time you see me, your chin nearly points to the sky.

So you have a descendant of extraordinary talent, but that doesn’t mean you can boast that eighteen of my legitimate grandsons can’t beat one of your descendants.

And what was the result?

The bragging went too far, didn’t it?

Talking about taking the path of a Great Emperor, only to be suppressed with a mere flip of a hand!

HAHAHA…” “Unfortunately, the Old Peng King is currently searching the world for his descendant; otherwise, we could witness another earth-shattering battle between you two,” an elderly royal figure from the Central States chuckled.

Currently, if anyone was most agitated, it wasn’t the Old Peng King, but the people of Flickering Light Sacred Land.

The dignified Sacred Land, its two future leading figures, had just been taken away in a cauldron, not a single one left behind.

The Flickering Light Saint Heir, aspiring to be a Great Emperor, had made his name known across the Sacred Lands, and his performance was recognized by all; yet now, he had been taken away in a battered cauldron.

This truly disgraced them!

Ye Fan’s words had already spread across the Great Sects: he would pay a visit to Flickering Light and the Ji Family in the future.

This caused all the Sacred Lands to lose face, as it was the sound of a little cultivator declaring war on immortal legacies.

For more than half a month, the Northern Region had been tumultuous and far from calm, yet no one could find Ye Fan.

At the moment, he felt no sense of crisis.

With a quick transformation, he became a graceful youth, frequently haunting the Gambling Stone Workshops, feeling very much at ease.

“Golden-winged Little Roc King, Flickering Light Saint Heir, Yao Xi, all of you quiet down!” Ye Fan threatened the three inside the Fire God Furnace.

“If you push me too far, I’ll throw you into the Great Primordial Mine!” However, given the temperament of the Golden-winged Little Roc King, and how could the Flickering Light Saint Heir and Yao Xi possibly submit?

Trapped inside the copper cauldron, they relentlessly tried to break the seal every day.

“I’m keeping you around for a reason right now; don’t make me resort to harsh measures.

Be warned, or I’ll suppress this cauldron in a cesspit for ten thousand years!” When Ye Fan said this, even the usually composed Flickering Light Saint Heir almost cursed out loud, and Yao Xi’s face turned pale with anger.

But the effect was clear; even someone as proud as the Golden-winged Little Roc King was subdued.