Chapter 800: The Wanted Ye Fan

In the Shrouding Heaven Realm, the northern lands.

In a void, Fang Yu's form materialized directly.

"Back again."

This form of Fang Yu stood in the void, feeling a pang of nostalgia.

Since his last departure from the Shrouding Heaven Realm, some time had passed; back then, his realm was still the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities, Heavenly Man Realm, where he had cultivated for many days, visited the Fire Domain, gone to Zishan, met Jiang Shenwang, obtained the Divine Furnace of Dispersing Flame, and acquired the Source Heaven Book—then, just before leaving, he defeated Yao Guang's Sacred Son with a single strike, earning considerable fame.

Now that he had returned, it was truly a different world—he had cultivated from the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities, Heavenly Man Realm, to the Second Rebirth of Immortality, and this arrival was not his full true body, but merely a single particle.

This particle of his had taken human form, carrying the Chaos Tower.

Inside the Chaos Tower were countless pure yang elixirs, to aid him in burning them at critical moments to crush his enemies.

As for the lower-grade Dao artifact, Eightfold Pagoda, Fang Yu had not brought it.

After all, the Shrouding Heaven Realm had no world like the Dragon Realm; even if he brought the Eightfold Pagoda, it would be useless—better to leave it in the Eternal Life Realm, where it could constantly absorb the Eightfold True Dragon Qi of the Dragon Realm and enhance its power.

As for the Divine Weapon, the Divine Furnace of Dispersing Flame, Fang Yu had brought it back—it was a native magic treasure of the Shrouding Heaven Realm, now returned to Fang Yu's possession.

At this moment, standing in the void, his divine sense swept across a million li in all directions, and countless murmurs from cultivators flooded into his mind.

"So many big events lately—the prodigies of Quzhou were completely ruined by one man."

"Isn't that true? The Ancient Ruin Sacred Body—no, the Ancient Ruin Wasteland Body—this guy who should've become a mere wasteland body ended up killing disciples of Yao Guang Sacred Sect and the Ancient Ruin Ji Clan—this is outright suicide!"

"That wasteland body named Ye Fan somehow possesses a cauldron forged from primordial yin-yang qi—this is like carrying jade and inviting death. Primordial yin-yang qi is a holy relic even great figures dream of, capable of refining sacred weapons, yet it fell into the hands of a wasteland body—if only we could capture Ye Fan and seize his primordial yin-yang qi cauldron!"

"I heard the Divine Body Ji Haoyue from the Eastern Wasteland has arrived personally, and Yao Guang's Sacred Son has come too—this region will soon be abuzz. Ancient Ruin clans and Sacred Sects won't tolerate anyone killing their disciples and doing nothing—it's like slapping their faces."

"But reportedly, both the Divine Body Ji Haoyue and Yao Guang's Sacred Son were once defeated by one man—that's Fang Yu, the eldest disciple of Yitaixuan Sect, said to have crushed Yao Guang's Sacred Son with a single strike, shocking the world!"

"How could such a person exist? When Yao Guang's Sacred Son unleashes his Sacred Light Art, who can stand against him? This must be rumor!"

"This incident seems to have been witnessed by some great figures, but I still have my doubts…"

Many voices appeared in Fang Yu's mind—murmurs from countless cultivators within a million li.

In short, the northern lands were now lively, and this commotion was entirely caused by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, the Ancient Ruin Sacred Body, had been cultivating peacefully, but his cauldron forged from primordial yin-yang qi drew the attention of Ancient Ruin clans and Sacred Sects—so disciples from these clans and sects moved to seize his cauldron, only to be slain by Ye Fan.

How could Ancient Ruin clans and Sacred Sects suffer such humiliation? They had always ruled the heavens and earth as second only to heaven itself—now that their disciples were killed, they immediately issued a bounty, and thus Ye Fan began his flight.

"Poor Ye Fan—why is he always wanted? Looks like Yitaixuan Sect's reputation still isn't loud enough."

Fang Yu, absorbing countless rumors, felt speechless.

He had just returned to the Shrouding Heaven Realm, and every rumor he heard was about the Ji Clan of the Ancient Ruins and Yao Guang Sacred Sect hunting Ye Fan—this bounty was so powerful that even Yitaixuan Sect's influence couldn't erase it.

So, little Ye Zi, Ye Fan, began another era of wandering the northern lands.

Rumors spread everywhere, constantly reaching Fang Yu's mind.

Some had seen the Divine Body Ji Haoyue from the Eastern Wasteland, and Yao Guang's Sacred Son—both radiated halos wherever they went, like twin suns descending upon the northern lands, all because of Ye Fan.

Yao Guang's Sacred Daughter Yao Xi had also arrived, appearing in the Dawn City of the northern lands, turning the place into a nexus of wind and cloud, drawing countless eyes.

Many young disciples from great sects of the northern lands swarmed around Yao Guang's Sacred Daughter like dogs, eager to offer their very lives to this sacred daughter.

This was another hallmark of this world.

Wherever a sacred daughter went, she was surrounded by crowds—that was the trademark of the Shrouding Heaven Realm and the Perfect World; in the Eternal Life Realm, such disgraceful behavior among disciples of great sects barely existed—even Zhao Xuanyi and Song Weiyi weren't this pathetic.

"Ye Fan, the Ancient Ruin Sacred Body—what level has his cultivation base reached?"

Fang Yu stepped through the void; now in the Immortal Body realm, his flesh could transform endlessly, growing or shrinking at will, his form capable of shifting between male and female, tall and short, assuming infinite forms—and so he became curious about the Ancient Ruin Sacred Body.

The Ancient Ruin Sacred Body could barely enter the Four Extremities Secret Realm in this age, but he wanted to see it.

This was his first goal upon arriving in this world.

As for his second goal—of course, the flames of the Fire Domain.

He had once dared enter only the seventh or eighth layers of the Fire Domain; now that he was an Immortal Body, he naturally intended to explore the ninth—and even the tenth—layer. Legends said the fire of the tenth layer was Immortal Fire; Fang Yu was very eager to see it.

Times had changed—he was far, far stronger than before.

But he wasn't in a hurry to head to the Eastern Wasteland or Southern Region yet.

As he traveled through the void, rumors of Ye Fan followed him everywhere.

Some sought the cauldron forged from primordial yin-yang qi; others wished to study the Ancient Ruin Sacred Body. Though this body was destined never to reach the end, never to break the curse, it was still worth studying—and many Sacred Sects were deeply interested.

Yet Ye Fan, the subject of countless whispers, had vanished as if erased—nowhere to be found across the entire northern lands; no one knew where he had gone.

"Ye Fan, long time no see."

In Yunze State—a verdant oasis spanning ten thousand li, with a spring every hundred steps, a river every ten li—unlike the northern lands' terrain, lush, emerald, teeming with life.

In the sky above this oasis stood a youth clad in purple robes, with sword-like brows and starlit eyes, radiating heroic vigor, like a sword immortal.

Beside him were two others: one bulky and imposing, the other tall but bearing a bandit's aura.

The three had been advancing toward the oasis together, when suddenly they all heard a voice.

All three froze—especially the purple-robed youth, whose expression subtly changed.

"What? Haven't seen you for a while—don't you recognize your elder brother?"

The void before them split open, and a figure stepped forth.

This figure stood motionless in the void, radiating an overwhelming aura—endless Dao principles flowed over his body; he seemed the origin of Dao, the mother of all things, the king of gods—move slightly, and he could destroy heaven and earth.

"Brother Fang Yu?"

"Brother Fang Yu!"

"Heavens! It's truly Brother Fang Yu!"