Shrouding the Heavens: Various Timelines Revealed, Ye Fan Achieves Immortality Through Nine Incarnat

Chapter 39 Hua Yunfei: So you're not free either.

The ruthless lineage of Ye Fan's Time-Space Yao Guang Holy Land was deathly silent, a stark contrast to the frenzied cheers of the crowd just moments before.

The elder, who had just been excitedly shouting "The Holy Son can defeat Ye Fan," was now deathly pale, his voice trembling as he murmured, "The Holy Son—has lost."

In one sentence, all hope was shattered, and all the fervor of the ruthless lineage was extinguished.

Someone sighed softly, their tone filled with resentment: "I never thought that even the Undying Heavenly Art could not ultimately make up for the shortcomings of the Chaos Body and could not forge a true Supreme Dao Body."

"Never mind, never mind, it's not the Holy Son's fault."

Some cultivators tried to remain calm and whispered words of comfort, "It's because Ye Fan is too heaven-defying. He is someone who can suppress the Supreme Being and single-handedly guard the Forbidden Zone. For the Holy Son to be able to fight him to the death for thousands of moves is already an honor that is hard to find in all ages."

"Yes, such combat power far surpasses that of ordinary geniuses, and even rivals that of a Celestial Venerable. It has exceeded all of our imagination."

The crowd discussed the matter, some feeling disappointed, some unwilling, and some trying to console themselves.

Only the Holy Son of Yao Guang remained silent, his light tightly locking the heavens, the unfinished words of his future self before his demise echoing in his ears: "To have an opponent like you—"

Suddenly, a relieved smile slowly appeared on his lips. There was no disappointment or resentment in that smile, only recognition of his future opponent.

"A future rival—"

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the entire room. His voice, steady and powerful, broke the silence of the sacred place, each word clearly reaching everyone's ears: "From now on, our plans need to be changed."

"We must never again rely solely on the Undying Heavenly Art and be confined to the Path of the Great Emperor! Without forging our own path, we will never reach the pinnacle, let alone stand shoulder to shoulder with Ye Fan, or even contend with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

The group exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement. The confusion and resentment in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by a clearer and more determined look.

One of the elders spoke first, his tone solemn yet firm: "What the Holy Son says is absolutely right! In the past, with the Undying Heavenly Power, we would have been able to dominate the universe and roam freely throughout the heavens."

"But now, we live in a golden age, with countless geniuses, especially Ye Fan. Heavenly skills alone are far from enough!"

"Absolutely!"

"We are willing to heed the Holy Son's command and restore the Empress's glory!"

A gentle breeze blows atop the star peak of Tai Xuan Gate, carrying the melodious sound of a zither.

Hua Yunfei sat upright on the edge of the cliff, one hand playing the zither, his gaze fixed on the starry sea where the Holy Son of Yao Guang had vanished, and murmured softly, "So you are not free either! What can you do even if you have gained everything?"

Throughout his life, he regarded himself as a pawn of the Ruthless Clan, trapped by the shackles of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, and convinced that he would eventually become "nourishment" for practitioners of the Undying Heaven Art.

The heavens revealed that the Holy Son of Yaoguang was the one who would pluck this "fruit".

But now that he sees Yao Guang also trapped in the demon shell and his life ending in sorrow, he suddenly realizes that in a sense, their fates are no different.

Having figured everything out, all his past obsessions vanished, and Hua Yunfei felt a sense of liberation. Looking at Li Xiaoman beside him, he felt a bit gossipy.

He turned his head and asked softly, "Junior Sister, I heard that you and Ye Fan are old acquaintances?"

Li Xiaoman frowned slightly, her eyes filled with disappointment and melancholy, and slowly said, "Ye Fan did accompany me for a period of time before. At that time, he was already very outstanding, but I never thought that he in the Sky would be so extraordinary."

Hua Yunfei was taken aback upon hearing this, unaware that the future Emperor Ye and Li Xiaoman had such a past.

He was not good at comforting people, so he raised his hand to play the zither again, and the music became soft and soothing, trying to calm her disappointment and regret.

He knew in his heart that only someone who was devoted to the Great Dao and had no distracting thoughts could remain unmoved by the rejection of the future Heavenly Emperor.

Li Xiaoman, however, was clearly not that kind of person.

Miaoyu Nunnery's An Miaoyi stood quietly, her gaze fixed on the figure of Emperor Ye Tian in the sky, whose power overwhelmed all heavens and whose divine might was unparalleled. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment.

She murmured softly, her tone tinged with a mixture of realization and wistfulness: "Even the Chaos Body was subdued by you, and the current Great Emperor was defeated by you—you have become so powerful?"

Recalling how she had once asked him to protect her, An Miaoyi felt a touch of self-mockery: "Back then, I even thought you would protect me, but now it seems I underestimated you, my little man."

Meanwhile, deep within the Netherworld, beneath the Heavenly Treasure, a strange black shadow lurked, its body already shrouded in a faint chaotic aura. It was none other than the chaotic monster that the Netherworld had nurtured over countless ages.

The Prison Emperor stood to one side, gazing solemnly at the sky, and said in a deep voice, "I never expected that the Ruthless lineage could actually cultivate a Chaos Body using only their own methods."

His tone was a mixture of amazement and resentment: "Even a flawed chaotic body like this possesses heaven-defying combat power."

"You should know that we have spent countless ages collecting the blood of all living beings and exhausting our efforts to give birth to the Chaos Qi, barely managing to touch the threshold."

The Source God echoed with a sigh: "They have achieved so much in just a hundred years. The difference is astonishing."

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"That ruthless emperor is truly a man of unparalleled talent, capable of creating such a heaven-defying scripture."

Yuan Gui slowly stepped forward, and after probing the aura of the chaotic monster, he spoke slowly.

"The Empress's path is to devour the essence of countless geniuses, refine herself, and forcibly transform into a chaotic body; our method is to collect the essence of all spirits, nourish it with the secret techniques of the underworld, and slowly evolve into a chaotic body. Although the paths are different, the end result is the same."

"Besides, the Ruthless lineage follows the Empress's path, so that pace is normal! There's no need to worry!"

Just then, the Tongtian Mingbao transmitted an ancient and cold voice that resounded throughout the depths of the underworld.

"I have already thoroughly studied the Ruthless Man's Devouring Heaven Demon Art and Undying Heaven Art. These two techniques are contrary to the foundation of my Underworld and are not suitable for us to use."

The powerful figures silently nodded. All those present were supreme beings, each with their own path, and naturally understood the principle that "what suits you best is the best."

Continue to nurture that chaotic monster using the methods of the underworld.

The lingering heat of battle, amidst the shifting light and shadows of the sky, was followed by a heartbreaking message: the Victorious Fighting Buddha was about to pass away.

Ye Fan returned victorious, carrying the afterglow of the great battle. He was covered in blood, his Dao traces were disordered, and his injuries were extremely severe.

However, upon hearing the news that the Old Victorious Buddha was about to pass away, he disregarded his own serious injuries and instantly teleported back to the Heavenly Court.

Even disregarding his own injuries, he immediately unleashed his own sacred blood, which shone with golden light and contained boundless vitality, determined to prolong the life of the Old Victorious Buddha.

The old Buddha was surrounded by spiritual light, and his body had begun to become transparent as he slowly returned to the void.

Looking at the urgency in Ye Fan's eyes, he slowly shook his head, his tone calm yet firm, rejecting the method to prolong his life.

"No need. I've fought my way through life and death; how could I, like the Supreme Being of the Forbidden Zone, rely on the blood of others to prolong my life?"

He paused, then looked at the proud and spirited Holy Prince standing tall in the distant starry sky, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"In my life, I have experienced countless battles and witnessed chaotic times, and I have no regrets. There is no need to seal me into the divine source; returning me to the Great Dao is the best ending."

Before she finished speaking, Princess Shencan, dressed in a fairy dress, slowly walked to the side of the Old Victorious Buddha, her expression gentle yet resolute.

She didn't say much, but gently held the old Buddha's hand, her body also radiating a spiritual light.

She wanted to stay with him, to return to the heavens and earth together, never to be separated from him.