Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 379 - 380 Chapter 385 Dragon Transformation Pool

380: Chapter 385 Dragon Transformation Pool 380: Chapter 385 Dragon Transformation Pool All the other people within the divine city were dumbfounded.

The Ancient Desolation Forbidden Land had obtained the Heavenly Source Master’s heritage!

What did this signify?

The results led to endless speculation!

“Such boldness!

Unimaginable audacity!” “This child has such courage, daring to come to the divine city for a world-shocking gamble, engaging in a different kind of Source Technique battle with the various Sacred Lands!” “Using the enemy’s Stone Workshop to strengthen himself, making a name in the divine city—the sacred body is truly astonishing!” Figures from the older generation and many young heroes were all taken aback.

This outcome made them feel parched; the sacred body’s courage was too immense.

To protect the old Divine King, the Jiang Family had used the Hengyu Divine Furnace to seal the Dragon Transformation Pool.

They were also constantly expanding the seal, to the point where the entire divine city was locked down.

This was to deter those lurking in the shadows.

Anyone daring to attack would first have to weigh the consequences.

With the divine city sealed, no one could escape, and the Jiang Family could wield the Extreme Dao Divine Furnace to unleash a massacre.

This was true dominance!

The unique dominance of an Ancient Nobility: daring to confront anyone who attacked their Divine King, even if it meant eliminating all the powerhouses within the divine city.

Because of this, Ye Fan had no way to traverse the void.

The entire divine city was sealed today; no one could enter or exit.

“It’s over!

We can’t leave!

The divine city is sealed!” Li Heishui’s cold sweat began to drip.

Ye Fan quickly employed the Heaven and Earth Changing Technique to transform his appearance, and then used the same technique to help Li Heishui alter his true form.

After achieving Great Success in Source Technique, Ye Fan was no longer the person he once was.

Although he couldn’t alter the lay of mountains and rivers, changing a few people’s appearances was effortless.

“As long as we don’t encounter Ouyang Ye, others won’t recognize us.

However, we can’t stay together; we must split up.” “But that old man clearly isn’t an easy target.

He’s already infinitely close to the Source Earth Master Realm—terrifyingly so—and has nearly opened his Heavenly Eye.

I’m afraid we can’t avoid him for long,” Li Heishui frowned.

Ye Fan gently rubbed his temples.

He knew he had encountered colossal trouble.

If he couldn’t devise a plan, death this time was certain.

“Brother Black, you hold the Old Undying’s Divine Order.

Even if they discover you, they wouldn’t dare harm you.” “I’ll be fine,” Li Heishui said.

“The key is you.

Once you’re exposed, not even the arrival of the Red Dragon Daoist could protect you.” “I’ll devise a way to avoid Ouyang Ye,” Ye Fan said, his brows furrowed.

“That’s not a solution!

Haven’t you heard?

They’re determined to obtain the Heavenly Source Book!

With the divine city sealed, how long can you hide?” Li Heishui paced back and forth.

“How about seeking help from the Heavenly Demon Palace?

I think that Demonic Moon Kong is a good person.” “At this moment, we can only rely on ourselves,” Ye Fan shook his head.

“What a pity, the Qilin Seed is pledged at the Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion…” Li Heishui sighed.

Ye Fan calmly touched his chin, saying, “I’ve thought of a way.” “What way?” Ye Fan whispered a few words to him.

After listening, Li Heishui firmly opposed it, saying, “That’s too risky!

If it fails, it’s like walking into the lion’s den!” “There’s no other choice now.

Maybe I can gamble for a future where I won’t have to be pursued anymore,” Ye Fan said, nodding resolutely.

“Little kid Ye, you can’t take such a risk!” “Don’t worry, Heaven won’t take me.

Brother Black, you should go quickly.

We’ll separate to avoid being discovered,” Ye Fan said, his mind made up.

Gu Feng is Ye Fan, the sacred body!

This news shook the divine city, creating an uproar.

Many cultivators found it almost impossible to believe.

“Little Brother Gu Feng… he…” Demonic Moon Kong was dumbfounded.

“I didn’t see it coming either…” The Prince of Great Xia was speechless for a long time; he suddenly thought of many things.

The golden little spirit on the shoulder of the white-clad little nun rolled its big eyes mischievously, tugging at the little nun’s hair and gesturing continuously.

“Little Cutie, are you saying you knew all along he could alter his appearance?” the little nun, her face blushing red like a big apple, questioned the Divine Silkworm.

“What’s going on?” the Prince of Great Xia inquired.

“Little Cutie says he personally witnessed Gu Feng in seclusion, using many Sources to elevate his Realm,” the little nun explained.

“This little trickster knew all along!

Why didn’t he tell us?” Prince Great Xia was astonished.

The Divine Silkworm gave him a significant roll of the eyes, striking a pose as if looking up at the sky, standing on the white-clad little girl’s shoulder, ignoring everything nearby.

Nearby, Ji Ziyue murmured softly, “It’s really him.

He’s also fond of stroking his chin.” “Ziyue, what are you saying?” Ji Haoyue asked.

“Nothing.” Ji Ziyue then grabbed the golden little creature.

The white-clad little nun pouted, while the golden little spirit silently protested.

However, when a bead of Divine Source dangled before its eyes, it shamelessly snuggled closer to Ji Ziyue.

In the Miao Yu Temple, An Miaoyi was equally amazed.

She pondered deeply for a long time before chuckling.

As for the Saint Heirs, many took action immediately, tracking him within the divine city.

They were utterly embarrassed this time, having once drunk merrily with the very person they were hunting.

The memory now sent shudders down their spines.

The people from the Shaking Light Stone Workshop were fuming.

At last, they understood why Ye Fan had chosen to gamble stones there—he was using them to make an example!

“The Gu Feng in the divine city is Ye Fan…

then who is the one outside leading that big black dog around, robbing Sources?” “Damn it, they tricked us!

Apart from that black dog that always clamored about taking people as pets, everything else was fake!” “That damned black dog…” At the mention of the Black Emperor, many gritted their teeth.

For numerous disciples of the various Sacred Lands, he was a dark nightmare.

At this moment, the members of the ancient families proficient in Source Technique, people like Nangong Qi, were the most aggressive.

They searched everywhere, determined to dig Ye Fan out.

The allure of the Heavenly Source Book was too immense; to them, it was a Supreme Ancient Scripture!

One could not deny Ouyang Ye’s dreadfulness.

Though his remaining lifespan was short, after achieving Great Success in Source Technique, he was not inferior to top-tier experts.

He was like a ghost, appearing sporadically throughout the divine city.

He could use the Dragon Qi from beneath the earth as his own.

After reaching the cultivation base of a Source Earth Master, he possessed Endless Divine Techniques as long as he was on solid ground.

From his pupils, two beams of Divine Light pierced the heavens and earth, leaving nothing hidden wherever they passed.

His Heavenly Eye was nearly perfected!

“He is the sacred body!

Even if the Red Dragon Daoist returns, he cannot save him!” “This time, he can be killed openly!

All the Sacred Lands are eager to see it.” “The Heavenly Source Book!

The long-lost Supreme Immortal Scripture!

It has finally resurfaced!

It must be obtained!” The disciples from the ancient families that studied Source Techniques were greatly emboldened.

With Ye Fan’s identity revealed, they felt no hesitation about killing him.

The entire divine city was stirred.

All the Saint Heirs and countless cultivators were searching for Ye Fan, but his trace was nowhere to be found.

“He can’t escape!

I want to use him for refining medicine!” a thirteen or fourteen-year-old youth declared, flying through the sky, causing many to retreat.

He wore spotless white clothes.

His hair was shiny black, his skin like snow.

His eyes were like black gems, his lips red and teeth white.

Exceptionally handsome, his appearance could make even women jealous.

It was Xia Jiuyou.

In less than half a day, everyone in the divine city had received the news.

Most people were dispatched to search.

If they could seize Ye Fan during this opportunity, the benefits would be endless.

He carried with him the Origin Qi Cauldron, the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword, the Heavenly Source Book, and numerous Divine Sources.

He was, quite simply, a huge trove of divine treasures!

Ye Fan realized he was fast becoming a treasure to be collected.

It seemed everyone wanted a piece of him.

For him, the greatest threat was Ouyang Ye.

Those eyes could penetrate the void and see through all obstructions, making it impossible to hide if one got too close.

Ye Fan had already separated from Li Heishui.

After changing his appearance and clothes, he mingled in the crowd, carefully avoiding the areas where Ouyang Ye was known to appear.

Eventually, he arrived at the western part of the divine city.

A grand complex of buildings stood there; the Dragon Transformation Pool was inside.

It was now heavily guarded by the Jiang Family.

Just approaching the area, he felt a terrifying pressure.

The Hengyu Divine Furnace, forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold and renowned throughout history, was now inside the Dragon Transformation Pool, sealing the entire divine city.

“Who are you?” a middle-aged man shouted.

There were no ordinary people here; all were experts from the Jiang Family.

Among the younger generation, only a select few like Jiang Yifei and Jiang Caixuan were present; the rest were not qualified, consisting mainly of older generation figures.

“The Jiang Family has sought a method of life extension from all over the world.

I am here to assist Divine King Jiang Taixu,” Ye Fan said calmly.

“What method do you have?” The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned, but his eyes soon shot out two sharp beams of light, fixing on Ye Fan.

He had to be cautious, as it was a critical time.

Someone had already attempted to assassinate the old Divine King, and a Grand Elder had died as a result.

If not for the presence of the Hengyu Furnace, that terrifying expert would have succeeded.

“Invite our honored guest in,” an elderly voice transmitted.

Ye Fan strode into the palace compound, seeing more experts.

All were on high alert, guarding all directions, each with a serious expression.

He traversed nine grand halls before arriving at a garden.

Here, lush trees grew, stone arch bridges crossed over flowing water, vines entwined around trellises, and strange stones were artfully scattered.

The scenery was beautiful.

“Young friend, what remedy do you possess?” an elderly man stood ahead.

He was dressed in moon-white long robes, with kind eyes and a benevolent face; his age was unfathomable.

“I have three remedies that can revive the old Divine King!” Ye Fan declared confidently.

“Are these words true?” From the elderly man’s eyes, two beams of electrical light shot out, scrutinizing Ye Fan, attempting to see right through him.

Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat.

This is a Saint Master-level figure, a sovereign!

It’s either the Jiang Family’s Saint Master or a top figure from Divine King Jiang Taixu’s lineage.

The Jiang Family was divided into two branches.

Although the descendants of the Divine King’s lineage were few, each possessed formidable magical power, enough to maintain control of any situation.

“My first remedy is half a bottle of Divine Spring!” Ye Fan said, retrieving a jade bottle.

He shook it, and the sound of water sloshed within.

He casually handed it over.

The old man gestured, and the jade bottle flew into his hand.

Upon opening the stopper, he was immediately surprised.

He nodded and said, “Good!

I am Jiang Yun, a descendant of the Divine King.

Young friend, come with me!” This was genuine Divine Spring, taken from the Ancient Desolation Forbidden Land and stored in a pure jade bottle.

By now, less than half a bowl remained; it was almost completely consumed.

“Aren’t you afraid I’m here to kill the old Divine King?” Ye Fan asked.

“Not afraid.” Ye Fan and Jiang Yun walked into the Underground Palace, heading deep into the earth.

The Dragon Transformation Pool was located far below.

In the Underground Palace, mist swirled around them, and a holy aura filled the air.

Vast Dragon Qi surged from beneath the earth, and sacred power circulated.

There was also a soul-stirring pressure.

Undoubtedly, that pressure emanated from the Taiyang God Furnace.

Although no one was actively channeling it, its presence alone was enough to shock the soul.

As Ye Fan entered the depths of the Underground Palace, the divine city outside had descended into chaos.

Everyone was searching for his whereabouts.

Many wanted to kill him and claim the sacred body.

Yet, no one knew that he had arrived at the Dragon Transformation Pool, entering the most heavily guarded area of the divine city.

With the Divine Furnace forged from Phoenix Blood Red Gold suppressing this place, not even peerless experts dared to intrude recklessly.

In the Underground Palace, a group of old men sat in meditation, occupying various important positions.

They were either Grand Elders from the Jiang Family or clan ancestors of terrifying stature.

Points of light shimmered, so the underground area was not dark.

In its deepest part lay a Dragon Pool, roughly ten meters square, its water a milky white, exceptionally crystalline.

In its center lay a skeleton-like body.

Its flesh was completely withered, devoid of any luster, dried and clinging tightly to the bones.

He lay motionless in the Dragon Transformation Pool, seemingly devoid of life.

Not a hint of vitality could be sensed from him; he resembled nothing more than a piece of deadwood.

Is this Divine King Jiang Taixu?

Ye Fan could hardly believe his eyes.

There were so many rumors about him; it was difficult to reconcile them with the sight before him now.

Years ago, Jiang Taixu had been as graceful as jade, his combat power shaking the world.

Wherever he went, he attracted attention, a peerless figure of his generation.

To think that over four thousand years ago, he was so young and spirited, gazing down upon the world…

And look at him now, like dried kindling, emaciated and on the verge of decay.

What a sorrowful sight!

The fading of beauty, the twilight of a hero—these are among the world’s most unavoidable and poignant tragedies.

A heaven-gifted prodigy of stunning talent, a figure who should have been the pride of an era, yet he had fallen to such a fate.

It truly made one sigh and weep.