Chapter 880

Three days passed in Shengcheng; when night fell, countless figures gathered around the Dragon Transformation Pool, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The sky above was likewise crowded, with the best positions reserved for the great ones.

The divine moon hung high, like a divine disc fixed in the heavens, illuminating the entire ancient city.

Everyone waited.

Fang Yu had already taken his seat in a corner of empty space.

Beside him sat Shenwang Jiang Taixu.

By this Shenwang's side stood a divine furnace; though it emitted no great aura, Fang Yu could sense its terrifying power.

This furnace was called the Hengyu Furnace—a Supreme Emperor Weapon!

Tonight, to protect the Ancient Sacred Body's breakthrough into the Four Extremities Secret Realm, Jiang Shenwang directly ordered the Jiang Clan to bring forth their ancestral treasure.

According to Jiang Shenwang's speculation, today, as the Ancient Sacred Body shattered the curse and attained the Four Extremities, someone would surely take desperate risks—even bring an Emperor Weapon to block him; if they could use an Emperor Weapon to kill the Chaos Body or even this Shenwang, the outcome would be even better.

Thus, the Jiang Clan's ultimate treasure, the Hengyu Furnace, was brought forth directly.

"Here it comes!"

As the two beings sat in empty space, a cry rose from below, and all eyes turned toward one direction.

Ye Fan arrived, clad in white robes, floating gracefully as he stepped through empty space.

His appearance was striking: his eyes clear as spring water, black locks dancing lightly in the night wind, his entire form draped in white, like a celestial immortal descending to earth.

After arriving, Ye Fan first bowed to Fang Yu and Jiang Shenwang above, thanking them for their protection, then descended to stand before the Dragon Transformation Pool.

"Is this the Ancient Sacred Body? He looks refined and delicate—not at all like I imagined. I thought he'd be a massive muscle beast…"

"He's far too delicate. He's the Ancient Sacred Body? Rumor says his flesh rivals a wild dragon—I see no trace of it."

"He's the one who will shatter the curse and reach the Four Extremities!"

…

Many had seen Ye Fan for the first time; curiosity about the Ancient Sacred Body ran rampant among the crowd.

"That's the White Robe Shenwang—why can't I see him clearly…"

"And him—Chaos Body Fang Yu? Sitting beside the White Robe Shenwang. I wonder if he's as divine as legend claims."

Some gazed upward, seeing two figures seated in empty space—but their features were utterly obscured; a peculiar Daoic resonance blocked all peering.

Anyone who forcibly tried to peer through would suffer spiritual sense backlash.

Yet no one dared speak.

They all knew that spying on a Shenwang now was tantamount to declaring war—suicide.

The scene grew solemn again; all eyes turned to Ye Fan beside the Dragon Transformation Pool. The young man, calm and composed, poured into the pool all the divine sources, variant sources, and pure ordinary sources he had gathered—combined with those provided by the Jiang Clan, the pool had become a true immortal pool, its spiritual energy so dense it flowed like liquid.

The Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of Yaoguang Sect, the Divine Body of the Ji Clan, the Holy Daughter of the Purple Mansion Sect, the young Daoist nun of Dao Yi Sect, the Holy Sons of Wanchu and Dayan Sects… each one watched in silence.

Suddenly—

A phoenix cry shook the heavens!

Nine phoenix-like divine birds pulled a divine chariot across the sky, radiating myriad beams of divine light and auspicious hues.

Simultaneously, nine golden divine Jiu beasts pulled an ancient war chariot into the air, as if ten thousand cavalry charged in unison.

The Holy Lords of the Eastern Wilderness appeared in succession, arriving in their own chariots to witness the Sacred Body's breakthrough.

Then a dragon's roar echoed through heaven and earth: nine azure dragons stretched across the sky, vast as mountains, arriving in an instant.

An old man appeared in the sky, clad in a dragon robe, crowned with Long Guan, radiating divine majesty—as if a heavenly emperor had descended.

"Could this be the Xia Dynasty's Emperor himself?"

Many were stunned—was this the peerless emperor of Zhongzhou?

From other directions, terrifying fluctuations surged: supreme elders of Zhongzhou's immortal imperial dynasties arrived to observe the ceremony.

Then came the Zhuzibai Sect's disciples, lining the high heavens—each one immensely powerful, all Immortal Platform Realm adepts.

Boom!

At that moment, Ye Fan finally began his breakthrough. He entered the Dragon Transformation Pool, unleashing his surging blood qi; instantly, his blood qi shot skyward, forming a dragon-shaped pillar like an ultimate blade piercing heaven and earth.

All were horrified—was this the Ancient Sacred Body? Already in the Palace Secret Realm, he had cultivated such blood qi—he was a true dragon awakening.

The Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the various sects paled; if this man succeeded, he would be their greatest enemy.

The whole world would be his enemy.

At this moment, Fang Yu sensed countless killing intents.

Within his body, the array runes of Great Carnage Art—the jet-black rune that seemed to devour the soul—leapt violently, absorbing boundless killing intent, so potent it could cause even an untrained person to enter the realm of killing intent.

The killing intent was immense.

Fang Yu sensed killing intent from many sources: from Holy Sons of the Eastern Wilderness, from Zhongzhou, but mostly from Zhongzhou—after all, Zhongzhou had four imperial dynasties and the Zhuzibai Sect, and countless disciples dared to harbor killing intent toward an Eastern Wilderness Sacred Body.

Killing aura flowed through the air; below, blood qi churned violently as Ye Fan revealed his own, wave after wave, like ceaseless tides.

He had begun his breakthrough.

Ding!

Suddenly, a tremor rang through heaven and earth—a dragon's cry from the sky.

Someone sat atop the clouds, playing a zither, producing sublime melodies: initially gentle as spring rain, then flowing like mountain streams, finally transforming into clashing swords and armored horses.

The sound of slaughter surged like a flood; even with the Chaos Body and the peerless Shenwang guarding, someone still struck—seeking to crush Ye Fan in his infancy, preventing him from ever reaching full Sacred Body maturity.

Many knew too well how terrifying a mature Sacred Body could be—far surpassing even a mature Shenwang—so some moved directly to exterminate Ye Fan.

"Some people always seek death."

At this moment, Fang Yu acted.

He reached out, and five great Dao principles crossed empty space, arriving instantly at the source of the zither's music; Great Five Elements Art and Great Sealing Art coalesced into an ultimate seal, instantly imprisoning the one who had struck.

As for the surging killing sound, it was severed and annihilated before it could even reach.

Fang Yu's large hand retracted, grabbing a humanoid figure over.

"It's actually a Primordial Spirit puppet, not the true body. No wonder it's so rampant, directly provoking."

"But isn't this Chaotic Body a bit too strong? That person's Primordial Spirit puppet is comparable to a great power, yet it was caught in an instant? What divine ability did he just display?"

"Too mysterious, too terrifying. The speed of activating techniques is beyond imagination!"

Many of the older generation figures were all shocked, seemingly not having expected that the supreme figures had already begun tentative attacks, not putting the Chaotic Body and Jiang Shenwang in their eyes at all. They also hadn't expected that the Chaotic Body truly was one method connecting all methods, the peerless means it displayed they couldn't even understand, and the Primordial Spirit puppet of that supreme great figure had already been suppressed.

But it was only a puppet, fundamentally impossible to discern which one it was.

"You think that just because you have a Primordial Spirit puppet clone, you can escape with your life? How naive."

At this moment, Fang Yu's voice rang out.

In his hand he was pinching a puppet Primordial Spirit. This puppet Primordial Spirit could have self-destructed, but under the Great Sealing Art, there was absolutely no such Yangdeji Society.

Therefore, within this puppet Primordial Spirit, there was still the Xu Yuan Qi and Primordial Spirit of that user.

Fang Yu's large hand slapped down, and this puppet Primordial Spirit shattered into pieces. At the same time, a great power of the Immortal Terrace realm sitting aloft also shattered into pieces in an instant, perishing completely.

"What? Which existence was that? What happened?"

"It seems to be the Supreme Elder of the Yinyang Sect. How could he suddenly perish? Could he be the one behind that Primordial Spirit puppet?"