Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 291 - 292 Chapter 297 Divine Sources

292: Chapter 297 Divine Sources 292: Chapter 297 Divine Sources Ye Fan peeled away the stone skin.

When he cut to the center of the Grinding Disc, myriad Divine Radiances shot out, like golden needles flying forth, making it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.

Everything happened too suddenly.

Layers of stone clothes fell to the ground, and the stone heart was like a small sun, so dazzling it couldn’t be looked at directly, tears involuntarily streaming down.

“What kind of treasure is this?

Could it be Divine Sources?” Fifth Grandpa Zhang turned his head away, his eyes somewhat swollen from the pain of the Divine Radiance.

Could it really be Divine Sources?

This was Ye Fan’s first thought, his heart pounding intensely, as he lacked Source the most right now.

He squinted, observing carefully.

It was a very tiny bead, only the size of a soybean, and seemed to be made of pure light, not like a tangible substance, but more like a small cluster of the most sacred light.

As the stone heart was completely peeled away, this mote of light did not fall but hovered in the air, exceedingly miraculous.

It was like a point of origin for heaven and earth, irresistibly drawing people close.

Fifth Grandpa Zhang dared not look directly, observing with his peripheral vision.

He involuntarily extended his rough old hand to touch it; it was an instinctive reaction.

Even the Black Emperor, who had fallen unconscious and was convulsing on the ground, slobbered while dragging itself two steps closer, seemingly drawn towards it.

“Divine Sources!” Ye Fan was now certain that this was Source formed by the Spiritual Qi existing since the dawn of creation, a rare treasure in this world.

It never fell, possessed the purest and most primordial essence of heaven and earth, and provoked an urge to worship.

These were the characteristics of Divine Sources, just as described in the Heavenly Source Book.

This was Ye Fan’s first time touching Divine Sources.

The holy breath at his fingertips made him feel comfortable all over, as if bathing in a spring breeze, warm and mellow, his body seemingly undergoing a baptism.

This is Divine Sources, possessing unimaginable divine effects, a divine item that even Sacred Lands would fight over.

Every time it appeared, it would cause tremendous conflict.

However, this piece of Divine Sources was too small, just a tiny particle compared to the huge Great Divine Source Block that sealed the ancient creatures, truly ‘insignificant.’ Yet, it was absolutely precious.

If word of its existence spread, many would break their heads scrambling for it.

Divine Sources come in many varieties, with vastly different effects.

Ye Fan didn’t fully understand them yet, as he had not delved into the most profound aspects of Source Study.

This surely doesn’t equal one hundred thousand pounds of Source…

Even though it was Divine Sources, its volume was too small, far from sufficient.

He needed thirty units of Source to break into the Dao Palace’s Fourth Layer Heaven.

Such a small piece of Divine Sources could not solve the problem.

“This is Divine Sources…

What exactly did the ancestors leave behind?” Fifth Grandpa Zhang muttered to himself.

After touching the Divine Sources, he felt much lighter, and his vitality seemed to have increased considerably.

For ordinary people, the effect of Divine Sources is significant; it was nothing like its effect on a sacred body, which possessed formidable ‘resistance.’ “Legend has it that Divine Sources come in dozens of types, some with unbelievable effects.

I really wish I could examine them all,” Ye Fan said, gazing at the remaining Stone Tools.

Although greatly tempted, he did not plan to continue cutting.

The value of these Stone Tools might not lie in small pieces of Divine Sources, but more likely in something akin to flesh-type fruits.

Cutting them further now, without knowing how to use them, would be a reckless waste.

A long time passed before Ye Fan and Fifth Grandpa Zhang finally calmed down from their shock—after all, it was Divine Sources.

Anyone seeing it for the first time would inevitably react this way.

The Black Emperor had fainted; otherwise, it would have probably jumped up to snatch it, as it always coveted Divine Sources.

Fifth Grandpa Zhang had heard something about Ye Fan’s special constitution, which required a large amount of Source for cultivation, and urged him to put the Divine Sources away.

Ultimately, Ye Fan did not refuse excessively.

He indeed needed a lot of Source now, and any favors he owed could only be repaid in the future.

The pink fruit peeled from the Stone Tool had potent medicinal properties.

The Black Emperor remained unconscious for five days before gradually regaining consciousness, but it still couldn’t get up and would occasionally convulse.

“Damn it!

This Emperor has had the worst luck for eight lifetimes!

What kind of shitty stone material is this?

The fruit it yields is so toxic it could even poison a True Dragon!” it cursed while convulsing.

“Serves you right!

Who told you to be so greedy and try to swallow it first?” Ye Fan retorted.

The Black Emperor had a murderous urge but couldn’t stand up.

It occasionally spewed white foam; clearly, it would need at least half a month to recover.

Ye Fan studied the fruit for a long time but couldn’t figure out its uses, eventually leaving it be.

Ultimately, he departed from this idyllic place.

Now, he had only one thought: find Source and break through as quickly as possible.

Even if it meant robbing the Sacred Lands, as long as there was a chance of success and it was feasible, he would not hesitate.

He felt a strong sense of urgency.

When Ye Fan returned to the wider world, he heard much news.

The Ancient Scroll conflict was escalating.

The Peacock King had nearly succeeded in assassinating the Flickering Light Sacred Master, stirring immense waves of shock that rocked the entire northern region.

If the Ji Family Sacred Master had not been accompanying the Flickering Light Sacred Master, a world-shaking upheaval would have occurred.

Despite this, they still paid a bloody price.

Several Grand Elders from the Ji Family and Flickering Light were turned to ash by the Ancient Red Dragon Priest.

Furthermore, the Flickering Light Sacred Master was heavily injured by a strike from the Peacock King’s Chaos Treasure Seal.

This event had a significant impact.

Whether it was the reappearance of the Ancient Red Dragon Priest or the Peacock King’s attempt to kill a master of a Sacred Land, both were events that stirred up colossal waves.

During Ye Fan’s period of secluded cultivation, the northern region was in turmoil.

Waves surged violently, and every day was fraught with unrest.

Nowadays, the Purple Mountain was no longer a secret; many influential figures knew of it, yet no one dared to act recklessly.

Nine dragons guarded the mountain, a place connected to an ancient Great Emperor.

Even the most powerful experts were hesitant.

Of course, many cultivators were tempted, hoping to find an opportunity there, but all were waiting for the right moment, unwilling to be the first to make a move.

Several years ago, the Demon Emperor’s tomb had been a terrifying affair, a scene of Bone Mountains and seas of blood.

Several Sacred Lands had made attempts in succession, yet the black pond was filled with corpses, and they still couldn’t conquer the Yin Grave.

It sank into the earth and disappeared without a trace.

With such a bloody lesson before them, the experts of the Eastern Wastelands would naturally not be as impulsive as last time.

Numerous Sacred Lands gathered in the northern region to discuss the Purple Mountain issue; an alliance had become inevitable.

The Yaochi Grand Gathering had been indefinitely postponed.

The influence of the Purple Mountain was too considerable, and now everyone’s focus was there.

The Purple Mountain hadn’t even been opened yet, but turmoil had already erupted, even leading to injuries among Sacred Masters.

One could only imagine the enormous waves this event would stir.

Upon learning all this, Ye Fan stroked his chin.

He realized it was somewhat related to him; after he had found a way to send out the Ancient Scroll, it had indeed caused a sky-shattering disturbance.

What are Divine Sources worth?

Ye Fan couldn’t estimate.

Tu Fei was going to borrow twenty thousand pounds of Source, and Ye Fan had to find a way to resolve the rest himself.

It was a colossal figure.

Perhaps I should really head to the sacred city…

Lately, he had been deeply studying the Heavenly Source Book, preparing to take a bold gamble.

「Fire Cloud State」 Crimson like fire, it was full of Fire Cloud Trees, a peculiar species unique to this region.

The Fire Cloud Tree not only had leaves as bright red as fire, but even its trunk was reddish-brown.

From afar, it resembled a sea of fire or a sunset glow, fitting its name perfectly.

Ever since entering this state, this tree was the most common plant seen.

Red far outnumbered green; it could aptly be described as a speck of green amidst a sea of red.

This state was not very far from the sacred city, at most an eleven or twelve-day journey.

As Ye Fan traveled, his goal was clear—he was going to the sacred city to gamble against the Sacred Lands!

Fire Cloud City was the center of this state.

Its city walls were majestic, stretching like the Great Wall of China—magnificent and ancient, a very famous city indeed.

Legend had it that a powerful Ancient Nobility once existed here, dominating the Eastern Wastelands and enduring for hundreds of thousands of years.

Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years ago, it turned to ashes and disappeared beneath the starry sky of history.

It was a testament to the fact that no legacy is immortal, and no noble family lasts for eternity; everything eventually reaches its end.

Just as Ye Fan approached the grand city gate tower, he saw two wanted posters.

Both depicted him and were posted by Flickering Light and the Ji Family.

Both legacies offered an astronomical reward: anyone who could provide relevant clues would receive ten thousand pounds of Source!

And if someone could provide Ye Fan’s exact whereabouts, they would receive thirty units of Source, a total of one hundred thousand pounds of Source—truly an astonishing price.

The central cities of all major oases had such bounty posters.

Ye Fan found them extremely irritating—who would want to be wanted and hunted down?

They truly live up to the name of Sacred Lands, casually offering tens of thousands of pounds of Source…

He knew why he was so valuable.

Besides the grudges between them, the most crucial reason was their desire for the Origin Qi he possessed.

If they could obtain it, even a million pounds of Source wouldn’t be too high a price for them.

One hundred thousand pounds of Source for my cauldron and my life?

What a clever plan.

Ye Fan sneered as he stood before the city gate.

On the horizon outside Fire Cloud City, dozens of riders charged forth.

These strange and powerful beasts hovered above the ground, traveling through the air.

The knights upon them, dressed in flashing Iron Armor, were from the Ji Family.

“Damn it, there’s hardly any valuable news!

I really don’t know when we’ll be able to drag out that brat surnamed Ye.

If he dares to show up, I’ll crush him with one hand!” a young knight from the Ji Family said coldly.

“Hmph!” The young man leading them snorted, glanced at him, and said, “Ji Yunteng, don’t underestimate him.

Those at the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace might not be able to suppress him.” Ji Yunteng sneered, “He’s just an obsolete piece of trash, what’s there to be afraid of?

Even if those at the same cultivation level can’t beat him, I don’t believe that I, someone at the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace, can’t crush someone at the Second Layer Heaven!

Damn it, that good-for-nothing is hiding!

If he dares to come out, I’ll stomp him to death with one foot!” “Don’t be arrogant.

The Flickering Light Saint Heir was so strong, and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King so proud, yet he still managed to capture them,” the leading young man said composedly, cautioning the other young experts.

Ji Yunteng was very unconvinced and retorted, “That’s because the Chaos Stone immobilized everyone present!

Otherwise, how could a mere piece of trash capture top young experts of the Four Extremes Secret Boundary?” “If he really dares to show his face, I’ll kill him with a single finger!” another young expert from the Ji Family exclaimed, full of fury.

They were responsible for searching in Fire Cloud State.

These past few days had filled them with pent-up anger and resentment; they were itching to apprehend Ye Fan immediately.

“This kid!

He has us running through wind and rain, chasing his tracks every day.

I really want to slap him into dust!” “That brat surnamed Ye is just a piece of trash, yet he’s stirred up such a storm!

He’d better not let me catch him, or I’ll crush him like a bug!” These young experts were seething with resentment as they rode their mounts into the city.

A cold smile appeared on Ye Fan’s lips.

With bounties worth tens of thousands of pounds of Source…

I’d rather claim them myself!

Using the enemy’s Source to fill his own bottomless pit was the most ideal solution.

He flicked his robe and slipped into Fire Cloud City.