Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 460: Modified: Chapter 465 Time is running out

The gigantic Divine Island was filled with young people, all elites from various great sects, possessing extraordinary talents. However, upon seeing the Saint Heir of Flickering Light and several members of the Ji Family Divine King Body, everyone consciously chose to keep a low profile.

Later, when they saw the Little Golden-Winged Roc King and Ye Fan, the crowd further restrained themselves, fearing these two calamities might confront them.

The Little Golden-Winged Roc King had always been unruly and untamed. If he got ruthless, he would not recognize his own kin. It was said that he once killed thirteen of his clan members—cold-blooded and cruel, possessing a demonic nature by birth.

Ye Fan was even more notorious. He had killed many disciples of the Sacred Lands, with many from Flickering Light and the Ji Family falling at his hands, and he had even suppressed the Sacred Lady of the Purple Mansion.

Not long ago, he even slew the Sacred Lady of a supreme great sect from the Central States. Who among the few dared to provoke him? The younger generation would give him a wide berth at sight.

After the Phoenix intervened, the Little Golden-Winged Roc King snorted coldly, glaring at Ye Fan, and said, “I’ll let you live a few more days!”

“Birdman, if you dare speak to me like that again, I’ll take you down right here, regardless of where we are!” Ye Fan stood up abruptly, pressing forward, his golden finger nearly touching the Little Golden-Winged Roc King’s nose.

“You dare point at me?!” The Little Golden-Winged Roc King’s eyes blazed with fury, and he flipped his right hand, attempting to grab and break Ye Fan’s finger.

“CLANG!”

Ye Fan’s finger emitted divine radiance, slicing towards the opponent’s large hand, aiming to cut it off. His sacred body had reached its initial stage of completion, and his physical form was now unmatched; he intended to infuriate the Little Golden-Winged Roc King so he would suffer a great loss.

However, when the two collided, a deafening sound rang out, resonating like a divine drum. The Little Golden-Winged Roc King stumbled backward, his palm bright red, blood flowing from it.

Even though he had repelled the Little Golden-Winged Roc King, Ye Fan was shocked. My physical strength is immensely powerful; no one of my generation dares to stand against me!

Yet, the Little Golden-Winged Roc King had withstood the blow. Although he suffered a significant loss, his palm remained unbroken, which defied reason.

The Celestial Roc Clan could indeed fight the Dragon Clan, their physical bodies unmatched, but it should have been impossible for them to confront the current Ye Fan; this was clearly something unusual.

“BOOM!”

Between the Little Golden-Winged Roc King’s hands, golden blood flowed, then ignited into golden divine light. The injured area swiftly healed; his palm was strong and powerful, no longer marred.

“This is… Celestial Roc True Blood!”

“He has undergone the baptism of Celestial Roc True Blood!”

The crowd was astonished. Long ago, the Old Roc King had explored a relic and obtained Celestial Roc True Blood. This was an unparalleled holy divine relic left by the ancestors of the Celestial Roc Clan, capable of transforming his descendants into a Celestial Roc Holy Body.

The Old Roc King had used some himself, but most of it was preserved. Now, seeing the golden blood between his palms ignite into divine flame, everyone suddenly understood what had happened.

Ye Fan was taken aback by their words, then aggressively pressed forward again, pointing at the Little Golden-Winged Roc King’s nose, “If you’re not convinced, try again!”

The crowd was dumbfounded. Who dared confront the Little Golden-Winged Roc King so directly? The Doomsday Holy Body was indeed reckless, pointing at his nose and rebuking him in front of the entire younger generation.

“BUZZ!”

The Little Golden-Winged Roc King snorted coldly, his palm, as vast as a winnowing basket, striking forward, emitting tens of thousands of golden rays, eager to smash Ye Fan to broken bones and torn muscles.

“CLANG!”

Ye Fan remained unfazed, raising his hand to meet the blow head-on. The grinding disc-sized golden palm clashed as if striking iron, causing the entire island to tremble.

The sacred body’s physical form was unrivaled, comparable to a Saint Master Level figure. It sent the Little Golden-Winged Roc King retreating over ten steps, his tiger’s mouth completely ruptured and bleeding profusely.

“You think baptism by Celestial Roc True Blood makes your body unrivaled? Unless you dig out an even more ancient ancestor and obtain Kunpeng True Blood, you can try it out!”

Ye Fan continued to stride forward, still extending his right hand, pointing at the Little Golden-Winged Roc King’s nose and rebuking him in front of everyone.

This posture was quite disrespectful, yet Ye Fan didn’t care, as the Little Golden-Winged Roc King was overly arrogant and had repeatedly provoked him, intending to kill him. Ye Fan was doing this deliberately.

All the Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies stood aside, each person’s heart pounding. The body of the Little Golden-Winged Roc King, even after being baptized by Celestial Roc True Blood, was inferior to the sacred body. This utterly dashed their hopes; now, only by suppressing him with boundless magical power could they hope to prevail.

“Fine, fine, fine!” The Little Golden-Winged Roc King shouted coldly, “After this matter is settled, I will duel you, and I will surely suppress and kill you with supreme magical power!”

Ye Fan didn’t say a word, simply swinging his large golden palm and slapping it towards him. To deal with this unruly maniac, one had to be even more manic.

The Little Golden-Winged Roc King’s lungs were about to explode with anger. Being pointed at and scolded, and now slapped with a large golden palm, was an experience he had never encountered before.

Especially at this moment, in front of all the younger generation, it was unbearable!

“Little kid Ye is really lacking in virtue, trying to anger the Little Golden-Winged Roc King and overpower him with sheer physical strength,” Li Heishui muttered.

“Serves him right! He’s always presenting himself as the best in the world, looking down on us with insufferable arrogance every time we meet. He deserves this,” the Big Black Dog said.

“CLANG!”

Another loud sound. The Little Golden-Winged Roc King’s body was shaken violently. He let out a long roar, his body glowing with brilliant golden light like a Demon God awakening, his golden hair dancing wildly, ready to battle Ye Fan.

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” Ye Fan stepped forward, his palm transforming into a golden Heavenly Stele covered with innate patterns, ready to strike.

“Enough!” The Phoenix walked over, blocking Ye Fan. She was graceful. Her Phoenix Mask radiated five-colored splendor, and her entire body was crystalline, like the Nine Heavens Profound Lady descending to the mortal realm.

“Do you have anything to say?” Ye Fan asked casually.

“My grandfather’s one thousand five hundredth birthday is approaching, yet you’re causing trouble here. What are your intentions?” the Wind Clan princess scolded lightly.

“Didn’t you see him provoking me repeatedly?” Ye Fan glanced at her.

“All I saw was you being unforgiving even when you’re in the right!” The Phoenix’s words were cold.

“You said it yourself; I have reason on my side. You should question him as to why he provoked and stirred trouble here before the Wind Clan’s Saint Master’s birthday,” Ye Fan smiled.

“Humph!”

The Little Golden-Winged Roc King’s killing intent was palpable, but he suppressed his anger and turned to walk away. He feared he couldn’t hold back his rage, so he went to the other side of the giant island, distancing himself from Ye Fan.

Ye Fan chuckled lightly, brushing past the Phoenix and ignoring her, then began conversing with others.

The Phoenix was taken aback. Seeing his demeanor, she couldn’t quite react, so she snorted coldly, turned, and left, leaving behind a fragrant scent.

Prince of Great Xia, Yao Yuekong, Ye Fan, and Li Heishui conversed. Their status was extraordinary, and they feared no one. During their conversation, Ye Fan inquired about the whereabouts of the white-clothed little nun’s Divine Silkworm.

Xia Yilin wrinkled her delicate nose and sighed. She had seen the Divine Silkworm several times in the northern region, but the little golden creature had completely forgotten her and no longer paid her any attention. More recently, it had disappeared.

“Is this Brother Ye Fan, the sacred body? Truly a talent of an era. Meeting you today is indeed a rare fortune.” A refined and delicate-looking man approached, with pale skin and a gentle smile.

“You are…” Ye Fan was puzzled.

“My name is Zhao Fa, just a nobody. I cannot compare with Brother Ye. I’m here merely gathering the courage to make your acquaintance,” Zhao Fa smiled.

“Be careful. This guy is not easy to deal with. He hails from the Ziwei Sect, which has a mysterious inheritance. It’s not a Sacred Land, yet its disciples are overwhelmingly strong!” Yao Yuekong transmitted his voice to Ye Fan.

Upon hearing “Ziwei,” Ye Fan’s heart stirred. He couldn’t help but scrutinize Zhao Fa a few more times; he seemed very refined, unlike most cultivators.

Li Heishui also transmitted his voice, “I’ve heard about this guy. He’s not a good person—sweet-tongued and malicious. He likes to strike secretly at crucial moments and has a bad reputation. The Ziwei Sect’s strength is unknown, but its wealth rivals the world, and it’s involved in all sorts of industries.”

“Brother Zhao, you’re too polite. To meet is to be friends; there’s no need to be so distant,” Ye Fan replied with a smile.

Zhao Fa spoke at length, finally getting to his point. He stated his intention to buy Ye Fan’s Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword at a high price and also expressed his desire to purchase the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed.

Ye Fan thought briefly and understood. The world knows I don’t have long to live, so Zhao Fa wants to acquire my treasures in advance to avoid missing out.

He couldn’t help but laugh and said, “It’s not that I don’t want to sell, but I can’t. Soon, I might have to sever my cultivation base. I would use the Qilin Seed to continue living and become an ordinary mortal. As for the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword, I also plan to exchange it for Supreme Spiritual Medicine, just to extend my life.”

Not only was Zhao Fa startled, but the other Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies also looked over. He’s going to sever his own cultivation base just to survive? Is this true? This is a major event!

“Brother Ye, it’s heart-wrenching that you are facing such a calamity. I believe you will surely overcome this hurdle and shine brightly in the future.” Zhao Fa laughed, then turned and left.

Moments later, the pitiful little girl raised her head, shook Ye Fan’s leg, and said, “Big brother, he’s not a good person. Pitiful little girl heard him just now… he was speaking so fiercely…”

“Pitiful little girl, what did you hear?” Ye Fan was surprised and squatted down. He hadn’t expected the little girl’s hearing to be so extraordinary.

The pitiful little girl had heard Zhao Fa talking secretly with someone. He intended to harm Ye Fan, planning to rob him of his treasures before he died or, if Ye Fan became a mortal, to strike him down then.

Yao Yuekong and the Prince of Great Xia were stunned; they had heard nothing, yet the pitiful little girl knew all this. It was truly shocking.

The pitiful little girl looked like a porcelain doll and was very obedient. The white-clothed little nun squatted down, picked her up with a very loving expression, and gave her a supreme-grade spiritual fruit.

“We’ll deal with him later. How dare he harbor such thoughts!” Li Heishui said fiercely.

Ye Fan chuckled and said, “No need to stoop to his level for now. Doesn’t the Ziwei Sect have wealth that rivals the world? I have other plans.”

Soon, some disciples of the Wind Clan came over. When passing by Ye Fan, they clearly wore unfriendly expressions; they were still fixated on the three million catties of Source. Someone murmured softly, “Still has the nerve to come…”

“Young people, you need to look further ahead. No matter what, he received the inheritance of the Heavenly Source Master. Paying back three million catties of Source should be a small matter for him, shouldn’t it?” The Big Black Dog glanced at them.

“He’s on the brink of death; how will he pay it back?” one person retorted rudely. He had been suppressed by Ye Fan before.

The Phoenix’s maid was also nearby and chimed in, “He should hand over the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword and the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed. Even that wouldn’t be enough to offset three million catties of Source.”

“Alright, just because of those words, I have to live on,” Ye Fan laughed.

“You… what do you mean?” All the young people of the Wind Clan were startled and involuntarily stepped back. The Saint Heirs and Sacred Ladies also looked over.

“What I mean is, soon I will sever my cultivation base and from then on, live as an ordinary person. I will strive to become a Heavenly Source Master, and at that time, I will repay you all the Source,” Ye Fan said.

Everyone was startled. They knew that Ye Fan had indeed received the inheritance of a Heavenly Source Master; perhaps he was really going to walk another path.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. The sacred body truly had little time left; it was time for him to make a choice. At the same time, they were also somewhat surprised. Even if Ye Fan’s cultivation were completely lost, if he became a Heavenly Source Master, he would still be a guest of honor at all the major Sacred Lands.