Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 412 - 413 Chapter 418 The Curtain Falls

413: Chapter 418: The Curtain Falls 413: Chapter 418: The Curtain Falls Xia Jiuyou’s arrogance soared to the heavens; he looked down upon the younger generation as if he were the only one who mattered.

When the Tribulation Immortal Song played, the stars and constellations shifted, the Divine Moon dimmed, and heaven and earth were thrown into chaos.

This shocked the world; even the supreme hierarchs of the Central States were moved, and many young faces turned pale.

However, at this moment, this peerless talent was being spanked by someone—an extremely stark contrast!

With天縱之姿 rarely seen since ancient times, he was a prodigy of heaven-sent talent, enough to look down upon his peers.

Across the Eastern Wastelands and遥望中州, few could rival him.

Yet now, he was being treated like a disobedient child, smacked with a large palm.

This caused jaws to drop and left people speechless and incredulous.

“That’s Xia Jiuyou!

He plays the supreme Tribulation Immortal Song and slays his peers as easily as plucking flowers.

He’s comparable to a youthful Great Emperor, yet he’s being suppressed like this…” Many cultivators, countless mighty figures, were left wide-eyed and speechless.

Xia Jiuyou was furious, struggling violently, his arms and legs flailing.

However, the backlash from the Tribulation Immortal Song left him powerless, unable to harm Ye Fan in the slightest.

“Little brat, let’s see how arrogant you can be now,” Ye Fan said, truly treating him like a child, laughing lightly while swinging his golden palm.

SLAP!

SLAP!

The crisp sounds echoed.

Xia Jiuyou’s eyes blazed with anger, tears nearly streaming down his face as he shouted, “Ye…

I won’t let this go!” He was a top expert of the younger generation, surrounded by endless accolades since his debut.

Now, being treated like a mischievous child—how could he endure such humiliation?

Had any youthful Great Emperor in ancient times ever been spanked?

Such a thing was unheard of.

He was on the verge of tears, possessed by an urge to bite someone, and nearly fainted from rage.

Little Ye is truly wicked.

This is making Xia Jiuyou suffer more than death itself, Li Heishui mused with a hidden smile.

Xia Jiuyou is so conceited, thinking he’s the only one who matters.

He deserves this beating, Tu Fei also laughed heartily.

“There’s no denying he’s truly a contemporary genius.

Once he enters the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and plays the Tribulation Immortal Song, who could possibly rival him?” someone worried aloud.

“Little brat, do you submit?” Ye Fan asked, a faint smile on his lips.

“I will not submit!” Xia Jiuyou defiantly shouted.

He struggled fiercely, tears welling in his eyes.

His long, dark hair cascaded like a waterfall.

Suddenly, his Adam’s apple vanished, and the masculine aura on his face receded.

“A girl…

she’s a little girl!

The disguise has vanished!” In the distance, the crowd was astonished.

They had never expected Xia Jiuyou to be such a young girl.

No wonder she had such red lips and was so exceptionally beautiful.

“Heavens!

It turns out to be an arrogant little girl!

This…

is too powerful!” People were dumbfounded.

The thought of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl being so dominant and peerless among her generation was astounding.

It was as if they had swallowed a dragon; they were utterly speechless.

Xia Jiuyou’s dark hair danced in the air.

Her skin was snow-white and translucent, like a sculpture of the finest suet jade.

She resembled a delicate porcelain doll, beautiful and dazzling.

“I’ll fight you to the death!” Xia Jiuyou thrashed about, her large eyes brimming with tears.

With the slightest flutter of her long eyelashes, teardrops would fall rapidly, her willfulness and stubbornness on full display.

SWISH!

With a flash of light, two gray-clad elders approached, both expressionless.

One of them spoke, “The outcome has been decided.

Please release our Young Master.” Simultaneously, Jiang Yun also flew into the night sky.

Fearing Ye Fan’s youthful impulsiveness might lead him to kill Xia Jiuyou, he also called out, “Let her go.” Clearly, Xia Jiuyou had an immense background.

The fact that even members of the Jiang Family came forward to plead for her spoke volumes.

Ye Fan released her, ruffling her hair into a complete mess.

Then, he casually flicked her forehead and said, “Behave yourself in the future.” “ARGH…” Xia Jiuyou screamed in anger, tears of pain streaming down her face, but she was held back firmly by the two gray-clad elders.

In the night sky, a light flashed.

They utilized a mysterious jade platform to traverse the void, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Although Xia Jiuyou was defeated, she remained dazzling.

Her performance was enough to astound the world.

The two gray-clad elders were wary and did not dare let her linger.

This was because she was only about thirteen years old, far from adulthood.

Her vitality had not yet reached its peak, yet she possessed boundless potential waiting to be tapped.

Furthermore, with the Tribulation Immortal Song revealed, it was likely that everyone, from the Saint Lords of the Eastern Wastelands to the supreme hierarchs of the Central States, would harbor ulterior thoughts.

“Is there anyone else who wishes to battle me?” Ye Fan stood beneath the night sky, bathed in moonlight.

A layer of皎洁光辉 flowed around him, giving him an air of tranquility and peace, a stark contrast to the fierce battle and soaring vitality he had displayed moments ago.

However, no one would be fooled by his harmless appearance.

This was undoubtedly a dormant wild dragon.

Having defeated the formidable Xia Jiuyou, who else would dare to step forward?

The Golden-Winged Little Peng King’s imposing presence was intimidating.

Clutching the Great Wilderness Halberd, he resembled a Demon God.

He desperately wanted to rush forward but was held motionless by the Old Peng King’s hand on his shoulder, unable to even utter a word.

Ye Fan’s gaze swept over the Flickering Light Saint Heir, the Ji Family Divine King Body, the Purple Mansion Innate Daoist Embryo, Yao Xi, and others.

The outstanding disciples from the various Sacred Lands remained calm, showing no intention to act.

The Divine Body and the Flickering Light Saint Heir were undoubtedly the absolute peak figures among the younger generation of the Eastern Wastelands.

Yet, they showed no intention of making a move, which left many people feeling regretful.

Many cultivators had reached a consensus: it was incredibly difficult for anyone in the Four Extremes Secret Realm to kill Ye Fan.

Unless they entered the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and suppressed him with a higher great realm, it was nearly impossible.

Of course, ordinary cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm would certainly not suffice; only figures at the Saint Son Level would be capable.

The Four Extremes Secret Realm corresponded to the four limbs of the human body and could channel the power of the Great Dao.

It consisted of four layers of realms.

The gap between one realm and the next was like a layer of heaven apart.

For someone in a lower position to kill someone in a higher one was akin to Reverse Immortal Slaying, an act rarely successful.

Now, Ye Fan, merely at the Four Extremes Initial Formation, was already capable of slaying masters at the circle of perfection.

This outcome sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

Such was the might of the sacred body; no one dared to challenge and attempt to kill him within this secret realm.

Even though no one stepped forward, an endless killing intent permeated the air.

The divine city under the night moon felt bone-chillingly cold, as if harsh winter had arrived.

Ye Fan could faintly see that his path ahead was filled with the flames of war.

He feared he might truly follow in the footsteps of Great Emperor Wu Shi, becoming an enemy to the entire world.

Currently, no one dared to battle him because they lacked confidence.

In the future, however, there would inevitably be relentless, great battles—showdowns of life and death.

The only thing he could do was to quickly enter the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.

By doing so, he would fear no challenge from the younger generation and might even be able to sweep across the world.

The many Sect Hierarchs from the Central States who had come to observe the ceremony frowned deeply.

The sacred body, in its initial formation, already possessed such might.

They thought of several young kings in the Central States who could resist the sacred body in the short term, but what about the future?

This is a worrisome problem.

A Great Success Holy Body can contend with the Great Emperors of ancient times.

The thought of this is hard to dismiss.

Perhaps preemptive elimination is the only choice.

Ye Fan stood in the night sky, smiling brightly, his teeth a brilliant, crystalline white.

He appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, still carrying a hint of youthfulness.

At this age, with such a cultivation base, he silenced the various Saint Heirs and unsettled the major powers, leaving many with a complex mix of emotions.

Ye Fan asked three times, but no one responded.

Among the younger generation, no one stepped forward to contend with him.

The Ji Family Divine Body, the demon clan’s Heavenly Demon Body…

it wasn’t that there were no young kings capable of battling him, but none of them came forward.

Ye Fan stood alone under the moonlit night, questioning the experts of his generation, yet no one dared to confront him.

For the first time, he had established his own prestige.

After this night, he was destined to become renowned among the younger generation.

A peerless divine king stepped forward.

Though his eyes were dim and lifeless, his heroic demeanor was undiminished, inspiring awe in everyone.

He approached Ye Fan and, with a point of his finger, sent a brilliant radiance into Ye Fan’s body.

“That is…

the Divine King Mark!” “With this mark upon him, anyone who kills the sacred body will be sensed by the divine king.” Everyone was shocked.

The divine king intended to protect the sacred body all the way.

But how many days of life did he have left?

He was already like an oil lamp about to run dry.

A great battle concluded.

The night’s turmoil dissipated.

The peerless divine king was about to perish, the curse of the sacred body was broken, and Ye Fan now looked down upon the younger generation.

The divine city had witnessed boundless ages, but this night was significant enough to be etched into its history.

It would mark the start of a great era, something unprecedented in the Post-Huanggu Era.

That night, the news spread rapidly, shaking the Eastern Wastelands and stirring waves in the Central States.

It was destined to cause a great commotion that would not easily settle down in the short term.

In the following days, many cultivators came to visit and forge connections.

These included people from various Sacred Lands, powerful figures from ancient families, and successors from Great Sects.

Ye Fan found himself unable to get away.

His residence was as bustling as a marketplace, offering him hardly a moment’s peace.

He was constantly receiving invitations and visits, which was very tiring, but he had to deal with them.

Everyone was very enthusiastic, but how many were sincere?

He didn’t know.

If he had failed to break through his realm, the outcome might have been very different.

During these days, he stayed with the divine king, sincerely asking for guidance.

He also hoped for a miracle that could save the peerless divine king’s life; he truly did not want him to perish.

However, the divine king’s eyes grew increasingly dim, almost turning a dead gray, devoid of any glimmer of light.

“Divine King, please take the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed!” The divine king shook his head and didn’t say much.

He was returning to the Jiang Family and about to leave the divine city; he wanted to go back and see the Taiyin Body.

Over several days, Ye Fan met a great many people, such as Yao Yuekong, the Prince of Great Xia, Jin Chixiao, Xu Heng, and a little nun in white, but he never went to see An Miaoyi.

This was because he hadn’t taken a single step outside since his breakthrough.

With the initial formation of his sacred body, according to the Wind Clan’s wishes, he was to remain in seclusion for a century and not reappear until he became a Saint Master Level figure.

This was indeed a prudent idea.

Enduring a century of solitude in exchange for ten thousand years of grandeur meant he could rule the world for ten thousand years thereafter.

One could imagine that both the Jiang Family and the Wind Clan would surely support and cultivate him, so he wouldn’t need to worry about cultivation resources at all.

A hundred years…

that’s too far away…

Ye Fan gazed towards Paramita, the other side of the starry sky; he simply couldn’t wait that long.

Fenghuang never appeared, which did not surprise him.

The Wind Clan had entered the divine city only to test him; they had never explicitly stated they would definitely arrange a marriage.

If he had failed to break through, the matter surely wouldn’t have even been mentioned.

The best choice beforehand would have been to keep Fenghuang from appearing, allowing them flexibility regardless of the outcome.

Now, even though he had succeeded in his breakthrough, Fenghuang still hadn’t come.

The Wind Clan members tried to cover this up, saying she was in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, and should arrive within ten days.

In fact, the Wind Clan’s “bright pearl” had never deigned to enter into the marriage.

She had declared she would never marry a sacred body.

Even after Ye Fan succeeded in his breakthrough, the Wind Clan’s princess remained incredibly proud and did not come at all.

The people of the Wind Clan were currently trying hard to persuade her…