Chapter 102: Qing Emperor's Tomb, Ye Fen's Pit, Duan De

Above the azure skies outside the small town.

Boundless heavenly might swept across heaven and earth, endless thunderbolts shrouded the entire firmament, forming a sea of thunderclouds.

And deep within the thunder sea floated a majestic, solemn palace, like the legendary ancient Heavenly Court.

A figure wearing a tortoise‑shell script on its head, holding an ancient dragon stele, surrounded by yin‑yang trigrams, battled in the thunder sea against several lightning‑formed silhouettes, emitting a roar that shook heaven and earth.

However, the residents of the small town seemed utterly unaware of such a grand spectacle, only vaguely feeling that the distant sky was overcast, as if thunder rumbled far away.

In the void beyond the thunder sea, Nüwa stood there silently, watching the figure fighting in the thunder sea, a hint of recollection in her eyes.

It was precisely because of her presence that this mighty heavenly tribulation did not draw the outside world's attention.

After an unknown span of time, the heavenly might faded, the boundless sea of thunder slowly receded, leaving only a tall silhouette standing in the void—Feng Yi, who had just survived the heavenly tribulation.

At that moment his whole body was drenched in blood, like a bloody man, yet he exuded a mighty aura, like a vast soaring dragon flying to the nine heavens.

The next instant, boundless heavenly and earthly essence surged into his body, making him seem like a black hole devouring everything.

Boom—

Seeing this, Nüwa waved her hand casually; boundless creative power gathered at his side and gently merged into his body, healing the wounds he had sustained after surviving the thunder tribulation.

A crackling sound rang from within Feng Yi's body; his old skin peeled away rapidly, revealing a clear, flawless body that glowed with a lustrous jade light.

Dragon chants echoed inside him; his spinal great dragon, like a Buzhou Pillar linking all his major secret realms, radiated brilliant light that penetrated heaven and earth, making his five great secret realms become one.

And at the point of his forehead's immortal platform, a hazy, illusory immortal pure land flickered into view, within which stood a majestic palace.

His primordial spirit sat within that palace, like a supreme heavenly emperor suppressing the four extremes of heaven and earth.

Hum—

He slowly opened his eyes; a sharp light flashed in his gaze, making the whole heaven and earth tremble slightly.

Upon inner reflection, he sensed the five great secret realms within him constantly emitting divine light, and Feng Yi couldn't help but let a hint of a smile appear in his eyes.

After a while, he reached out and the River Chart and Luo Book appeared before him.

At that moment, his personal lifebound item kept throbbing; the patterns on it seemed to gain a hint of spirituality, intertwining into a special principle of the Great Dao.

With a thought, the Luo Book opened, and inside appeared several somewhat vague silhouettes derived from the traces of great emperors.

Gazing at those silhouettes, Feng Yi's eyes flowed with information; he thought of the Amitabha Buddha's divine form in the Western Desert, and a certain idea in his mind grew ever clearer.

'The power of thought. All beings' thoughts never fade; they must echo.'

For the next period, Feng Yi did not leave the small town but temporarily stayed there.

Having digested Fuxi's status and the insights of the ancestral gods, the cultivation systems of three worlds merged into one body, giving him a profound understanding of the Great Dao; besides, cultivation resources were abundant, and Nüwa, this supreme existence, gave him guidance. Even after entering the Immortal Platform realm, his cultivation progress did not slow much.

Cultivate, comprehend the Dao!

Everything is so natural; this is both his cultivation advancement and the settling of his mind, like a path of cultivation uniquely his own.

In this process, the insights of the three worlds' cultivation systems were completely integrated into his current cultivation, becoming part of his cultivation and foundation, letting him walk a special path of cultivating himself as a seed.

Above the azure skies outside the small town, thunder rumbled from time to time, but the townsfolk found it strange that they could only hear the thunder faintly without seeing any change in the sky.

Gradually, they also grew accustomed to the occasional thunderclaps.

Deep in the primordial ruins, endless ancient buildings encircled a volcano.

At that moment, magma boiled in the volcano's crater, and a crystal‑clear majestic palace emerged from within, its myriad divine lights flowing, carrying a hint of ancient, weathered aura.

This is precisely the tomb of the last demon emperor of the ancient queen heard of in legend—the Qing Emperor's Mausoleum.

In the high air outside the volcano, various forces gathered, wanting to break into the demon emperor's tomb and seize the ultimate Dao imperial weapons and assorted treasures he left behind.

Boom after boom, attacks kept falling on the majestic palace inside the volcano, wearing down the formations and restrictions they thought were on the demon emperor's mausoleum.

As the formations and restrictions were torn apart, rays of light flew out from within, drawing many cultivators to scramble for them.

On a stone mountain not far from the volcano's crater where the demon emperor's tomb lay, Ye Fan watched the many forces ceaselessly attacking the Qing Emperor, this great emperor's tomb, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

After a good while, he came back to himself, secretly shook his head, and dispelled the odd feeling.

Hiss!

Just then, a sound of tearing air rang out; a flash of azure light streaked by and sank straight into the stone mountain beneath Ye Fan's feet, leaving a hole.

'Indeed so. The supreme treasure of the Demon Race, a Treasure Basin, right?'

Glancing at the stone mountain beneath him, Ye Fan's eyes flickered with divine light; the vague image in his mind overlapped with the present scene, gradually becoming clear.

Thinking of this, he ignored the spirit weapon beneath him and instinctively looked up at the sky.

"Haha."

The next moment, a burst of laughter rang out; a Daoist riding a divine rainbow descended from the heavens and landed before Ye Fan.

"What luck—I never expected I, the Daoist Sir, would actually track down a spirit weapon."

Saying this, the fat Daoist glanced at Ye Fan, who still looked like a small child, sensed his faint cultivation aura, and his face instantly broke into a kind smile, the picture of an accomplished Daoist, as he said: "Good child, you don't know; the light that fell here is a peerless murderous weapon that could bring disaster to the world. I, the Daoist Sir, spent half my life's cultivation to seal it. You can't hold it—let me take care of it."

Hearing the fat Daoist's words, Ye Fan's face showed a hint of fear, and he instinctively stepped back a few paces.

Seeing the other party subdued by his words, the fat Daoist's eyes flashed with a smile, and he instantly arrived at the mouth of the hole where the azure light had entered the stone mountain and emerged.

His figure looked plump, but his movements were not slow at all, like a lively big fat fish.

Quickly he dug open the rock wall, revealing a dagger flashing with azure light, a blue‑green dagger that was clearly not an ordinary object.

Seeing this, the fat Daoist's eyes lit with excitement; he grabbed the dagger with his hand, intending to pull it out.

But just then, his spiritual sense twitched slightly, and he instinctively lifted his head.

A monstrously heavy monk's staff appeared out of nowhere above his head, its lower end gripped in the hand of the little child who had just shown fear.

"Holy shit."

Just as he said that, a bang rang out; the monk's staff smashed directly onto the fat Daoist's occiput, pain making him roll his eyes, nearly fainting.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable, damn it."

Before the words even faded, the monk's staff fell again; although the fat Daoist could clearly see its trajectory, he somehow felt unable to dodge it.

Bang

The Zen staff landed precisely in the same spot, emitting a dull thud.

This time the fat Daoist didn't even make a sound, he fainted directly.

Just before losing consciousness, his mind held only one thought: "Damn it, which family's heaven-defying brat is this? Though his cultivation is low, how can his strength be so great? And his grasp of battle techniques has practically reached the realm of divine profundity!"

Bang bang

Even though the fat Daoist had already fainted, the Zen staff came down again, striking the back of his head twice, causing him to twitch involuntarily a few times.

After doing all that, Ye Fan slowly retracted the Zen staff into his sea of wheels and walked up to the fat Daoist.

Looking at the fat Daoist who had fainted before him, a slightly blurry image surfaced in Ye Fan's mind, gradually becoming clear.

"Hehe, immoral Daoist, I never thought you'd have a day like this!"

The moment his words fell, thinking of this immoral Daoist's wealth, Ye Fan's face lit up with excitement; without the slightest hesitation, he immediately began searching the fat Daoist's person.

"The Calm-Mind Spirit-Linking Jade and the cultivation-aiding necklace are great stuff—no wonder it's the immoral Daoist. Huh, this fly whisk seems to be a treasure too. This robe? Gold Thread Robe."

As his words kept sounding, the fat Daoist's belongings decreased one by one, while Ye Fan's person gradually accumulated many items.

In the end, seeing the fat Daoist plucked clean like a bald chicken, leaving only his undergarments, Ye Fan turned his gaze to his feet, looking at that pair of antiquely styled boots.

But before he could continue, a familiar voice suddenly rang out: "Young Friend Ye Fan, what are you doing?"

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Ye Fan's expression stiffened; he swiftly retracted his palm and instinctively turned his gaze.

The next moment, a male and a female figure appeared before his eyes.

"Human Ancestor!"

Seeing that familiar figure in dark robes, Ye Fan couldn't help but want to cover his face.

At this moment, his mind held only one thought: "It's over; my image in the heart of Fuxi, the Human Ancestor, is ruined!"

After a while, he snapped back to his senses and quickly said: "Human Ancestor, it was this immoral Daoist who first tried to rob me; I was merely defending myself."

By now, Ye Fan could only do his best to salvage his image before the Human Ancestor.

"I see!"

Nodding, Feng Yi turned his gaze to the side, where the unconscious, nearly stripped fat Daoist lay, and a hint of emotion involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

I never expected that in the original story Ye Fan was the one robbed, but now he's turned into the robber—truly the tides of fortune have turned!

Truly Ye Hei!

Having seen his future on the Luoshu, after the changes Ye Fan seemed even darker!

At least when Ye Fan first arrived at the Beidou, he still held the morals and worldview he had established on Earth, so he wouldn't have been this ruthless.

As thoughts turned in Feng Yi's mind, the Nüwa beside him directed her gaze at the unconscious fat Daoist; divine light flickered in her eyes as if she had discovered something, and she said: "Elder Brother, indeed as you said, this fat Daoist friend is not as simple as he appears!"

"Elder Brother!"

As Ye Fan pondered how to restore his image, hearing those two words, his heart felt as if struck by a thunderclap.

The figure in dark robes before him is the legendary Human Ancestor Fuxi; then who would be the one calling him Elder Brother?

"Holy Mother of the Human Race!"

"Lady Nüwa!"

(End of Chapter)