Chapter 72: Ultimate Mystery of the Grass Character Sword Art

Journey to the West: Beginning by Joining the Chat Group, Main Text Volume, Chapter 72, Ultimate Mystery of the Grass Character Sword Art, on Mars.

Ye Fan, possessed by Xuanzang, unleashed immense power; golden light bloomed across his entire body, his divine might boundless, as if a young God King had been resurrected.

Although it was only a tiny bit of Xuanzang's Primordial Spirit power transmitted over, for the current Ye Fan, it was still too strong.

If not for his special constitution, the Human Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, he would have long since exploded and died.

At this moment, Ye Fan was like a third party, watching this great battle.

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The eight emperors from the future Dark Era wore expressions of shock, unable to believe the Ye Hei before them.

Why did such powerful strength suddenly erupt!

"There is nothing impossible; if you can do the first day, why can't I do the fifteenth?" Xuanzang said what Ye Fan wanted to say.

"Thief Ye, even if you have revived your power, I do not believe you can defeat us eight emperors. Even if these are only projections, with an eruption not even one-billionth of our true bodies, it is still not something you can withstand at this moment!"

Further talk was useless; the eight people moved again, because having flowed against the Time River, they did not have much time left to stay in this world.

The longer the time, the greater the backlash!

"Kill!"

Behind each of the eight people emerged a dark, supreme phantom; those phantoms were massive, covered in an aura of Weirdness and ominousness.

Though they clearly appeared to be in this great world, they were actually phantoms projected from a future era.

The eight phantoms unleashed forbidden power, the ominous aura overflowing, and terrifying, incomplete Law power was struck out, transforming into a sky-covering dark storm, wanting to Devour the entire Mars.

At this moment, because of the means of the eight projected emperors, the entire Solar System was shrouded in shadow, losing its radiance.

Xuanzang took a deep breath; facing the attacks of the eight emperors' projections, he was not flustered, even being surprisingly calm.

Although it was only a wisp of Primordial Spirit power, it was more than enough to deal with them.

"Ye Fan, watch this sword well!"

Xuanzang raised his hand to pluck the power of the sun, moon, and stars; this power transformed into a brilliant Star Sword held in his hand.

"Xuan Ge, why?" Ye Fan asked.

"This sword is very fast, and also very cool!"

Xuanzang raised his hand to pluck stars and transform them into a sword; this divine ability shocked the group members, leaving them speechless for a time, and everyone held their breath, not daring to exhale.

"Grass Character Sword Art, Ultimate Mystery, Isshiki: Grass..."

The mystery of the Grass Character Sword Art, one of the Ten Fiend Arts, emerged in his mind, and Xuanzang slashed out with the Star Sword in his hand.

Behind him, a Dharma Aspect of a nine-leaf sword grass the size of a star emerged; every leaf of that sword grass was crystalline and emerald green, containing vitality, yet filled with supreme, eternal, Undying Sword Intent.

The green Sword Intent washed over the Void, as if covering this entire universe!

Wherever the Sword Intent reached, everything was like a delusion, ceasing to exist.

The eight emperor phantoms were instantly slashed into fragments by the Sword Intent, having no power to resist.

Never mind just a wisp of Primordial Spirit power, even if the true bodies of these Dark Giants arrived in person, Xuanzang could still suppress and kill them all the same.

"We are unwilling!"

"This is simply not the power of Thief Ye!"

"Who is it, who ruined the great plan of my Dark Ancestor!"

The eight people let out unwilling roars; at this moment, the backlash of the Time River arrived, devouring their fragments.

Far away in the Dark Land several eras later, on a vast Highland World, atop an ancient and decaying altar, eight magnificent figures suddenly trembled, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood.

These eight people were the strongest in the Dark Land, only one step away from entering the Transcendent Realm, which is the realm of the Ancestor!

But to achieve Transcendence, one needs to perform a Great Sacrifice, sacrificing all the heavens, and only with the power of the heavens can they achieve their supreme Great Dao!

But for countless eras, those who could make the Ancestor make an exception to hold such a Great Sacrifice were few and far between.

It requires making a huge contribution, a contribution sufficient to influence the pattern of the past, present, and future.

Therefore, these eight people set their sights on Ye Fan, who had not yet begun to cultivate.

Because among the Three Heavenly Emperors, he seemed the easiest to deal with.

It is just a pity that they fell short of success; this trip to reverse the future wasted at least several eras of cultivation.

Now, on Mars, everything had settled.

After the task was completed, Xuanzang's Primordial Spirit power dissipated, and Ye Fan sat on the ground, exhausted; the feeling of being torn apart by Xuan Ge just now was etched into his bones.

His body no longer felt like his own!

Chat Group.

Demon Queen: "Holy crap, holy crap! Queen me wants to describe my mood right now, but I have no culture; no words can express it! Xuanzang, just tell me how much strength you used."

Journey to the West Scripture Seeker: "Strength? Isn't it something you can do just by having hands?"

Spring and Autumn Sword Deity: "Holy Monk Xuanzang's sword technique is too unfathomable! It is a shame that I call myself a Sword God; I am ashamed."

Li Chungang was shocked; in Xuanzang's hands, the Grass Character Sword Art was truly earth-shattering and ghost-weeping.

If a god blocks, kill the god; if a Buddha blocks, kill the Buddha!

A single sword strike wiped out the emperor projections from the future Dark Era!

If one could reach this realm in this life, one would have no regrets in death.

Demon King Who Never Suffers: "As expected of Holy Monk Xuanzang, his combat power is invincible; I am ashamed of my inferiority."

Fengmo Old Man was also shocked; although he is the King of Time, he is only that of his own universe.

If changed to Ye Fan's world or Xuanzang's world, that would not work.

Just like how Ye Fan tried to use the Clock of Time to fix the eight emperors, only to be broken in a second.

By the same token, if Fengmo were to use Time Stop to freeze these terrifying existences from the Otherworld, the result would be much the same.

Peach Blossom Island Little Fairy: "Brother Xuanzang, are you lacking disciples? I want to take you as my master and learn the sword."

Huang Rong said boldly, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration.

Journey to the West Scripture Seeker: "Don't even think about it, my disciples are all pre-ordained."

Peach Blossom Island Little Fairy: "A nominal disciple would work too! Besides, I can cook and prepare meals; you will definitely find it useful on your Scripture Seeking journey, Brother Xuanzang."

Journey to the West Scripture Seeker: "I'll consider it."

Yin-Yang School's Number One Extraordinary Woman: "Take me too, Holy Monk Xuanzang!"

Journey to the West Scripture Seeker: "What can you do? Dongjun?"

Yin-Yang School's Number One Extraordinary Woman: "I... I can... right, I dance beautifully!"

Journey to the West Scripture Seeker: "..."

Demon Queen: "Damn, this works too!"

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "Although Xuan Ge is no longer here, I can still feel the mark and power he left behind. Xuan Ge, you are my god! No matter what happens in the future, I, Ye Fan, will never forget the kindness of today."

Journey to the West Scripture Seeker: "Just focus on staying alive for now; your Bitter Sea has been expanded by me, so it should be considered activated and ready for cultivation."

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "Many thanks, Xuan Ge!"

Diviner: "Don't thank him yet, Ye Fan, it seems the crisis hasn't been resolved yet, has it?"

Ye Fan Zhen Bu Hei: "??"

Playboy: "Brother Ye Fan, that crocodile seems to be looking at you very 'kindly'."

Through the Live Broadcast Room, everyone can see the real-time situation on Mars.

The Eight Emperors died and vanished. But the Crocodile Ancestor suppressed by Sakyamuni is not dead!

At this moment, the Crocodile Ancestor tiptoed closer, its massive body moving slowly, its gaze watching Ye Fan with wariness.

It had seen Ye Fan display his Kamui just a moment ago, but now Ye Fan's aura had vanished, making him appear like a mortal, so the evil intent in its heart rose once again.

And if the Crocodile Ancestor was not mistaken, a golden Bitter Sea belongs only to the Human Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

If it could absorb the origin of the Sacred Body, it would be of great benefit to its cultivation.

Ye Fan, lying on the ground, opened his eyes and couldn't help but look up at the ferocious face of the Crocodile Ancestor slowly approaching, wanting to cry but having no tears.

This is just escaping the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's lair!

Who can come and save him?

PS: Seeking support, hehe.