Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 478: Chapter 483 Saint Heir of Yin Yang

Youyue City was in an uproar; everyone was discussing the state of the sacred body, and everything about Ye Fan had become the hottest topic of the day.

“He ultimately severed his cultivation, and now only has the cultivation base of a Dao Palace peak. He could have stood above the younger generation—what a pity…”

“All the Saint Heirs can finally breathe easy. They no longer have to face him personally; sending out their junior brothers would be enough to suppress the sacred body now.”

“In the end, he couldn’t defy the heavens. Even the unparalleled divine king couldn’t mend his severed path. It seems the curse of the sacred body can never truly be broken.”

Who could doubt Divine Doctor Wang’s words? In the Central Eastern Desolate, no one’s medical skills could surpass his, making this the most compelling evidence. Almost everyone believed it, as there was nothing to doubt. Such a grand master, a sovereign himself, would hardly lie, would he?

“Zhao Fa really had bad luck, trying to seize Ye Fan’s weapons but forgetting he was a sacred body. Even though he severed his cultivation, his physical body remained unchanged.”

“That guy had a honeyed mouth but a venomous heart. He deserved it! Who asked him to be so blind as to try and rob someone of their spiritual treasures!”

Many discussed this matter, with little sympathy for Zhao Fa. They also doubted the Sacred Son of Purple Mansion’s retreat without a fight, thinking him overly cautious.

“A major event is about to happen! The Yin Yang Saint Heir is entering Youyue City. It’s said he’s already rushing here at top speed!”

「The next day,」

This news spread, causing a sensation. Many cultivators awaited eagerly; the supreme Great Sect from the Central States was finally coming.

A Saint Son Level figure, bearing the Yin Yang Sword, was set to sever the sacred body’s head. This was bound to be a massive storm, creating endless waves.

“Finally, a Saint Son Level figure is making a move! Ye Fan is in danger now; he no longer possesses the might of half a month ago. Any Saint Heir can suppress him.”

“The Yin Yang Sword is a secret treasure, capable of splitting heavens and cracking earth, severing mountains and dividing seas; it possesses boundless power. Even if the sacred body were intact, he might not be able to withstand it.”

All the cultivators in Youyue City were discussing this, awaiting the great turbulence to unfold. However, news arrived that Ye Fan and his companions had left the ancient city.

“The sacred body has left! Is he finally afraid? His cultivation is far less than before; indeed, all he can do is evade.”

“It’s a pity. The world is vast, but there’s no place for him to hide unless an unparalleled divine king reappears. Otherwise, no one can save him.”

Everyone knew the formidable nature of the Yin Yang Sect, comparable to the Immortal Dynasties of the Central States and no less than the Sacred Lands of the Eastern Wastelands. Their sacred lady had been slain in the Eastern Wastelands; they could not possibly let this go.

Indeed, Ye Fan and his companions had left Youyue City. They headed north at an unhurried pace, preparing to go to the Holy Cliff near the northern region.

“Little kid Ye, aren’t you intending to eliminate the people of the Yin Yang Sect? Why not wait for them to arrive?” Li Heishui asked.

“If people don’t provoke me, I won’t provoke them. We’ve always been low-key, not as arrogant as they are,” Ye Fan smiled.

“Digging a pit and waiting for people to jump in, yet still putting on such an act. You truly have a black heart,” Li Heishui said disdainfully.

“You can’t put it like that. I indeed want to remain inconspicuous and avoid major trouble. The crucial point is whether they intend to kill me or not,” Ye Fan said with a smile.

“The Ancient Assassin Divine Dynasty—Mortal World—why haven’t any of their people come yet!?” the big black dog grumbled. It wished all the major forces would jump out, only to be slapped to death by the old madman with a single palm.

Ye Fan glanced at the old madman behind him, his heart skipping a beat. Could this “divine being,” always so silent, truly act at a crucial moment? The thought made his heart thump. He had always factored in the old madman’s Combat Power. But if, at the moment of life and death, this “god” remained unmoved, it would be too late for regrets.

“Senior, we are heading to the Holy Cliff to search for the Nine Secrets of Movement. We might encounter a great deal of trouble. Please, we implore you to rescue us at the critical moment!”

The old madman had a towering figure. Black hair draped over his shoulders, obscuring his bronze-colored face; only a pair of hollow eyes was vaguely visible. He was utterly silent and still, showing no sign of acknowledgment.

“Divine being, you have to help us then!” the big black dog yelped, a shiver running down its spine as the critical issue dawned on it, making it feel uneasy all over.

“Uncle, will you protect us, please?” the pitiful little girl pleaded, tugging at the old madman’s trouser leg. She looked up with her small, tender face full of hope, appealing on Ye Fan’s behalf.

The old madman said nothing, only glancing at her. He remained like a wooden stump, as if everything in the world was unrelated to him.

“He actually ran away! What a disappointment. The sacred body is nothing special after all, just a gutless coward!” In Youyue City, the Yin Yang Saint Heir sneered coldly.

The surrounding onlookers were all aghast, sensing a profound Qi Mechanism. Black and white streams of the power of the Dao swirled around him, surging vigorously like the primal chaos at the beginning of creation.

The Yin Yang Saint Heir was tall, with a jade-like face. He wore a violet-gold crown, and his black hair hung down to his shoulders. He carried a black-and-white Holy Sword and seemed as deep and unfathomable as an abyss or the sea.

“They headed north. There’s still time to catch them if you pursue now,” someone, eager to stir up trouble, transmitted a message in secret.

“He cannot escape my grasp. I came to the Eastern Wastelands for the sole purpose of severing his head. The Yin Yang Holy Sword will not return until it has tasted blood!” the Yin Yang Saint Heir said coldly, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed towards the distant north.

Then, he soared into the sky. His entire being transformed into a Yin Yang Diagram, imprinting itself upon the void. Like a flash of light or a bolt of electricity, he vanished into the northern horizon in the blink of an eye.

“This Yin Yang Saint Heir is terrifying! His body is united with the Dao. Such speed is rare in this world!”

“Truly worthy of being the Saint Heir of a supreme Great Sect from the Central States! It seems they stand above our Eastern Wasteland Saint Heirs, certainly not beneath them!”

Awe filled the hearts of many, as they all sensed the terrifying underlying power of the Central States. If even their Disciples were at this level, one could only imagine the Sect Hierarch Level figures!

“Chase them! Let’s go and see what happens.”

“Indeed! How could we miss such a major event?”

The cultivators of Youyue City all gave chase, eager to witness the great battle that was about to unfold. Many felt that the sacred body was facing dire odds.

Finally, they caught up with Ye Fan and his companions five thousand miles away. This place was not far from a city, but it was still in the desolate wilderness.

“Ye Fan, prepare to die!” the Yin Yang Saint Heir roared. The Yin Yang Diagram he had transformed into slashed across their path, causing the void to collapse!

SWISH!

In a flash of light, he materialized, blocking their way. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood proudly in the void, looking down upon Ye Fan and the others, his murderous intent permeating the air.

“This Yin Yang Saint Heir is incredibly powerful, his body unified with the Dao! To chase us down like this… an average Saint Heir couldn’t manage it!” Li Heishui was inwardly shocked.

“Are you here to take my life?” Ye Fan stood on the wasteland, looking up at the sky, his voice calm.

The Yin Yang Saint Heir sneered disdainfully. “I originally intended to use the Holy Sword to sever your head, but you’ve already become a cripple…”

“Since you’re not here to kill me, please leave,” Ye Fan interrupted him.

“If I were to use my Sect’s Holy Sword to cut you now, I genuinely fear your blood would defile it. This sword does not strike down nameless nobodies below the Four Extremes secret boundary,” the Yin Yang Saint Heir sneered repeatedly, looking down at Ye Fan. He spoke coldly, “I’ll just kill you directly myself!”

“WOOF…” The big black dog couldn’t stand such words. It barked defiantly, “Human pet, what gives you the right to be so arrogant? This Emperor will destroy you in a moment!”

The people from Youyue City were gradually arriving. Hearing a dog speak such words left them momentarily stunned. The Yin Yang Saint Heir was an outstanding expert of the younger generation, highly prestigious. In the Central States, he was revered, like the moon surrounded by stars, on par with the successors of the Immortal Divine Dynasties. Yet now, a large dog was arrogantly declaring its intention to take him as a human pet. It was truly outrageous.

“How is this dog still alive? Damn it, I heard about it back in the northern region. It’s even more infamous than the sacred body!”

“That’s right! The legends of the惡 köpek from the northern region refer to it!”

“You dog that doesn’t know its place! I’ll skin you in a moment!” The Yin Yang Saint Heir’s expression was icy, his eyes as sharp and piercing as knives.

“Little Ye has already sent your sacred lady on her way. As a Saint Heir, do you wish to be reunited with her?” Li Heishui’s words were, as usual, merciless.

“Ignorant fools! Still posturing when death is at hand, you don’t know life from death!” Silently, two old men appeared beside the Yin Yang Saint Heir. Their faces were filled with contempt as they swept their gazes over Ye Fan and his group.

“Old bastards, who are you talking about?” the big black dog bared its teeth.

“This is bad! These are two figures at the Great Elder Level! Their strength has reached the Eighth Layer Heaven of Dragon Transformation!” Li Heishui whispered, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Ignorant young whelps, you realize this too late! None of you will leave here alive today. We will use your blood to wash away the dust of our journey!”

The two old men’s eyes were sharp, their white hair dancing wildly. Like two old lions eyeing weak prey, they sneered, revealing rows of chillingly white teeth.

Ye Fan definitely could not contend with powerhouses at the Eighth Layer Heaven of Dragon Transformation; the disparity in their realms was simply too vast.

“Didn’t your half-step sovereigns, or even true sovereigns, come as well? Why are they not visible?” Ye Fan asked.

“Ignorant little cur! Do you think dealing with you is worthy of several venerable Grand Elders taking action?” one of the old men sneered condescendingly.

Indeed, several Grand Elders of the Yin Yang Sect, whose lifespans were nearing their end, had come to the Central Eastern Desolate. However, they had not shown themselves at the scene, feeling that killing these individuals would be beneath their status.

“Uncle…” the pitiful little girl called out timidly, pouting. She lifted her head and gently tugged at the old madman’s trouser leg.

“Everything started because of this little wench! Otherwise, the sacred lady wouldn’t have died! She cannot be spared either. Capture her and make her a Yin Slave!” the other old man declared, his eyes as cold as ice.

The Yin Yang Saint Heir strode forward, a sneer playing on his lips. “I’ll dispose of the sacred body first. Then I’ll deal with them.”

“You want to kill me? I wonder if you have the ability,” Ye Fan stated calmly.

“Since you are already half-crippled, I’ll kill you with just one hand!” The Yin Yang Saint Heir extended his left hand, which was as black as ink. “I’ll crush you into pulp!”

Ye Fan ascended step by step into the sky, causing the very heavens and earth to tremble. His golden Blood Qi surged upwards like ten thousand True Dragons bursting forth! His jet-black hair danced wildly, his eyes shone like brilliant stars, and his entire being seethed with enormous Qi. He was like an immortal Holy Spirit stepping forth from the ancient earth, inspiring an instinctive dread in all who beheld him.

“Die, you crippled body!” the Yin Yang Saint Heir’s eyes flashed fiercely; his left hand, as black as ink, pressed down like a dark cloud.

BOOM!

The entire sky darkened. A terrifying Qi Mechanism caused many onlookers to nearly collapse to the ground, as if an Overlord Demon King had been born, and heaven and earth were on the verge of collapsing!

BOOM!

At the same time, Ye Fan also made his move. His left hand, like ink jade, transformed, manifesting the Extreme Yin Divine Point of the Tai Chi Divine Map!