Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 609: Chapter 613 Six True Words VS Nine Secret Arts

Ye Fan struck heavily, killing Saint Son Level figures one after another. He even shot the Yin Yang Saintess with an arrow, piercing her forehead and killing her, leaving the others terrified. Everyone feared death, so they quickly surrendered.

Reputation and dignity were nothing compared to their precious lives. As long as they could live, what was wrong with lowering their stance and repenting? They still wanted to witness sunrises and sunsets, not be erased from the world.

“All of you, move aside!” Ye Fan glanced at them, his gaze locking onto Yan Yunluan and the monk.

“Surnamed Ye, don’t think you’re invincible! This humble monk has always wanted to send you to nirvana!” the ferocious-looking monk declared, stepping forward, the scar on his face twitching.

“Send me to nirvana? Perhaps I should be the one to let you experience the true emptiness of the Four Elements!” Ye Fan retorted. He leaped, charging forward like a True Dragon, forming the True Dragon Seal with his hands and striking down.

The monk shouted, reciting a passage from the ancient scriptures. His body emitted boundless light, resembling a Vajra as he manifested an Eighteen-foot Golden Body, wielding an alms bowl and striking forward.

GONG!

The amethyst-gold alms bowl trembled violently, roaring like great bells and enormous drums. Myriad sound waves surged forth; the earth and stones undulated like a vast ocean, forming a tsunami that swept up to the high heavens.

“What is this monk’s origin? He withstood a blow from the Sacred Body?!” someone in the distance exclaimed in surprise.

“I possess the Vajra Unbreakable Body! Let’s see how you wound me!” the monk shouted, the alms bowl in his hands blooming with purple radiance as his aura intensified, striking forward once more.

“Forget a long-haired monk like you; even if an Arhat came, I could shatter him!” A thick stream of Blood Qi erupted from Ye Fan’s Sky Gathering Parasol, piercing through the clouds.

His whole body glowed as if it were a Nine Transitions Golden Body, divine radiance blazing, and every inch of his flesh pulsed with destructive power. He stretched his arms and legs, seemingly intending to make the very void collapse.

CLANG!

Ye Fan moved with grand, sweeping motions, his every attack possessing the strength to uproot mountains. He struck the amethyst-gold alms bowl, making it wail; the Buddhist Treasure could barely withstand the assault.

“Amitabha…” The monk roared. His Eighteen-foot Golden Body shook, and he resembled a lion, emitting a sound like mountains collapsing and seas surging.

Fearless Lion Seal!

He transformed into a divine lion. A great roar caused even the distant mountains on the horizon to tremble as his profound Dharma Seal collided fiercely with Ye Fan’s Dragon Seal.

The monk coughed up a large mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward. Even his Buddhist Vajra Unbreakable Body was not enough to withstand Ye Fan’s physical assault; it was simply no match.

However, the people in the distance were astonished. Few would dare to compete with Ye Fan in a physical duel nowadays. This monk’s courage was commendable, and his Vajra physique was intimidating.

“This monk must have a significant background. He likely emerged from a Divine Temple; otherwise, he couldn’t have cultivated such a physique.”

“In the Western Desert, Ancient Temples abound. Buddhism has many branches, and some of those Ancient Temples are unfathomably deep. He is probably a successor from such an Ancient Temple.”

By now, people were no longer discussing how powerful the Sacred Body’s physique was, but rather who could endure its attacks the longest.

“Ye Fan, the first time you injured me with the Myriad Wounds Bow, and the second time I was defeated by your Heavenly Tribulation. Today, let me witness your true skills!” Yan Yunluan shouted.

He spat out a rainbow that transformed in his hand into a Five-Colored Feather Fan, adorned with Roc Feather Phoenix Feather, shimmering with five hues of light.

BOOM!

Yan Yunluan swung the fan forcefully. A wave of red light surged out, instantly submerging an area several li wide and creating an Abyss where endless flames burned.

In the distance, everyone was horrified. What kind of Treasure Fan is this? they wondered. With a single wave, it had burned a Great Rift Valley into the earth, from which lava surged—a terrifying scene.

Even someone as powerful as Ye Fan felt the intense heat. The ground within a li radius sank and was incinerated, everything scorched. If it had been other cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, they would have definitely been turned to ash.

BOOM!

Yan Yunluan fanned again. A beam of green light burst from the Five-Colored Feather Fan, causing landslides and tsunamis within a radius of several li. The ground itself was shaved down by several hundred zhang.

Moreover, the void was ripped open with large gaps, revealing black, hole-like maws everywhere. Storms raged, and wild winds howled like a turbulent sea.

Ye Fan was sent flying backward for more than ten li, his clothes tattered. His body was struck by numerous wind blades, and the sound of metal clanging rang out continuously as they made contact with his physique.

This fan must be some kind of Secret Treasure! everyone thought. If not for the Sacred Body, other cultivators at the Fourth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm would have been shredded long ago.

“A Demon Level figure’s treasure is indeed a rare gem! Even Saint Master Level figures would covet it!”

BOOM!

Yan Yunluan swung the Treasure Fan for the third time. A pitch-black river surged out towards Ye Fan, its terrifying Yin energy seeming capable of dissolving all things.

“Taiyin True Water!”

Everyone was surprised to see Yan Yunluan’s third sweep of the fan unleash Taiyin Power. The great river roared, black water flooding the sky, corroding all spirits in heaven and earth.

“Haven’t you had enough?!” Ye Fan shouted. The expansive Golden Divine Sea appeared at his feet, and a green lotus accompanied him as he charged forward.

“The Holy Body Phenomenon!”

Everyone watched with wide eyes. The Holy Body Phenomenon was the most mysterious, capable of countering other people’s extraordinary celestial phenomena. It was an age-old enigma that everyone yearned to witness.

The Taiyin True Water was blocked by the Golden Divine Sea. Ye Fan, like a god of battle, charged forward more than ten li, returning to the battlefield and swinging his fists to smash his opponent.

BOOM!

Yan Yunluan swung the Treasure Fan for the fourth time. The void flourished with life as endless ancient trees emerged, and vines transformed into Great Dragons that coiled towards Ye Fan.

From all directions, all the ambient enormous Qi was instantly drained, causing heaven and earth to dim for a moment. The air grew dense with the aura of vegetation, forming natural images of the Dao that attempted to refine Ye Fan.

With a gentle sway, the green lotus by Ye Fan’s side caused all the surrounding vegetation to instantly wither, its enormous Qi absorbed entirely into the lotus. Once his Variation emerged, he was immune to all techniques, dissolving every attack. Ye Fan then punched through heaven and earth with his golden fists, aiming to crush Yan Yunluan.

CRACK!

An Ancient Shield shattered, several flying swords broke inch by inch, and a collection of spiritual treasures turned to dust before his golden fists.

Yan Yunluan spat a mouthful of blood, flying several li before managing to steady himself. If he hadn’t blocked with the Five-Colored Treasure Fan, he likely would have been shattered by that blow.

“Is this the ‘fair and square’ battle you wanted? Hardly impressive,” Ye Fan declared loudly.

Yan Yunluan’s face burned. These recent, repeated defeats were unacceptable for a genius who had been shrouded in glory since childhood; it was a profound humiliation for him.

CLANG!

A clear brilliance flashed. A suit of Bronze Battle Armor appeared before him, clanging as it automatically equipped itself onto his body, while a Bronze Battle Halberd materialized in his hand.

WHOOSH!

The Five-Colored Treasure Fan transformed into a ball of light and imprinted itself onto the halberd’s blade, making the Bronze Battle Halberd even more terrifying, like a demonic weapon straight from Hell.

“That’s a weapon refined by a peerless Saint Master!” many exclaimed.

“Your weapon is fine. I’ll gladly take it,” Ye Fan said.

“Kill!”

Yan Yunluan shouted, charging forward like a Bronze Saint Spirit. He wielded the Heavenly Spear, smashing ahead. The Bronze Spear seemed capable of piercing Great Emperors and splitting the sky, unleashing a green martial light hundreds to thousands of zhang long.

CLANG! CLANG!

Ye Fan clashed his golden palms and fingers against the Bronze Battle Halberd, sending sparks flying everywhere. This bronze war weapon was extremely terrifying, possessing an undying sharpness that was incredibly difficult to break.

Moreover, as it swung, a constant wailing sound echoed from it, transforming into wave after wave of the Power of Laws that aimed to refine Ye Fan, making him feel a certain pressure.

However, his physical body was a rarity in the world and couldn’t be harmed by mere blades. Each time he flexed his fingers, an immense force would transmit through, causing the webbing of Yan Yunluan’s hand to tear.

Gradually, Ye Fan began to suppress the Bronze Spear. Although the Array on it was mysterious and unpredictable, it found it difficult to harm him and was almost completely neutralized by his golden physique.

The Power of Laws was blocked, and its sharp edge couldn’t harm his Sacred Body. Yan Yunluan found himself in a critical situation; he nearly lost control of the Bronze Heavenly Halberd several times.

“Amitabha!” The monk also attacked once again.

The amethyst-gold alms bowl descended like a great Purple Gold mountain, aiming for Ye Fan’s head and surging with endless Buddha Light. Additionally, a Great Roc flew out from it, clawing towards Ye Fan.

“Open for me!” Ye Fan shouted softly.

The Heaven-Flipping Seal was unleashed, shattering the Great Roc while simultaneously sending the amethyst-gold alms bowl soaring into the sky, where it nearly disappeared amidst the clouds.

Yan Yunluan, a Demon Level talent, even when joined by the mysterious and powerful monk, couldn’t match the Sacred Body. The crowd sighed helplessly; Ye Fan’s rise was truly unstoppable.

Demon Level figures could typically battle across several major Realms. Yan Yunluan, having recently broken through, could already fight experts at the Holy Land Grand Elder Level, yet now he was being suppressed.

And though the monk seemed even stronger than Yan Yunluan, it was still useless. He couldn’t suppress Ye Fan and was instead being forced into a deadly predicament by him.

SMACK!

After one hundred and twenty moves, Ye Fan executed the Great Void Handprint, striking Yan Yunluan through his Bronze Battle Armor and causing him to cough up more blood.

CLANG!

At the one hundred and fortieth move, Ye Fan delivered a Heaven-Flipping Seal against the amethyst-gold alms bowl, sending the monk flying several hundred zhang away, an arm bone shattering.

“So this is the prodigy of the Eastern Wastelands!” people could only exclaim in awe.

The battle between the three grew even more intense. The few onlookers who had been intimidated by Ye Fan’s power and hadn’t dared to act exchanged glances. They then rushed in different directions, trying to flee amidst the chaos.

“Let’s see who dares to leave!” Ye Fan shouted loudly. The few individuals shivered but didn’t stop, continuing to rush into the distance.

BANG!

BANG!

Ye Fan unleashed the Human King Seal and the Heaven-Flipping Seal. The sky trembled as both Yan Yunluan and the monk were sent flying, blood seeping from the corners of their mouths as they gritted their teeth.

He once again took out the Myriad Wounds Bow, his expression cold. He continuously drew the bow, his combat power surging and elevating to the Eight Forbidden Domain. He appeared like an eternal deity, illuminating the Heavenly Universe.

The bowstring thrummed as several feathered arrows flew out successively, streaking across the sky for over a dozen li. All of them hit their targets, and sprays of blood bloomed in various directions.

Several Saint Son Level figures were shot dead, their bodies torn into pieces and falling to the earth.

“This venerable one personally snapped that dark-skinned brat’s limbs and crushed his sternum! What can you do about it? If you have the skill, then kill me too!” the monk said, his voice chilling.

Ye Fan’s expression turned icy. “Then I’ll let you experience the true emptiness of the Four Elements right now!”

With each step an Illusion Destruction, he moved like a dragon amidst the clouds, rapidly closing in on the monk and Yan Yunluan. He formed hand seals and struck forward.

“Om!”

Suddenly, the monk roared. A Buddha manifested behind him, its mouth also emitting the same Original Buddha Sound.

It all happened too abruptly. The entire world seemed on the verge of destruction as an aura reminiscent of the world’s creation blasted forth, piercing towards Ye Fan’s Sky Gathering Parasol.

All things underwent birth and destruction; a small world was evolving within it. Everything seemed to cease to exist except for an Ancient Buddha, uttering the single sound “Om.”

Nearby, Yan Yunluan coughed up blood violently. A bloody line split open on his forehead, and his body shook violently. Without his Bronze Battle Armor, his body would likely have shattered.

Not far away, the only other person who hadn’t escaped turned to dust in an instant under this mysterious ancient sound, ceasing to exist.

CLANG!

Ye Fan was briefly dazed. The amethyst-gold alms bowl emitted intense light, seemingly swallowing heaven and earth as it sealed him inside.

In the distant sky, an eerie silence reigned. Everyone’s heart was shaken. What kind of ancient Heavenly Sound was this? It instantly turned a cultivator at the Third Transformation of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm to dust and made even a Demon Level figure like Yan Yunluan’s body crack…

“Amitabha. I said I would send you to nirvana, and so I shall!” the monk mocked coldly.

The fracture on Yan Yunluan’s forehead healed, but his heart was in turmoil. He asked, “Master, what is this ancient Heavenly Sound?” Without the protection of the Bronze Battle Armor, he would have been in grave danger just now; his physical body would likely have been partially ground away.

“This is the supreme Buddhist Six-Character Mantra. As long as one’s magical power is sufficient, it can subdue any powerful being in the world,” the monk replied.

From afar, the crowd exclaimed. The Buddhist Six-Character Mantra—Om Ma Ni Pad Me Hum—is the supreme Holy Technique, capable of subduing even the gods of the heavens!

In the Western Desert, there are many temples, but only a few of the most ancient Holy Temples each possess one of the True Words. It is incredibly difficult to gather all of them, and some have even been permanently lost to time.

“This monk definitely has a profound background! Only those original Ancient Temples each possess one of the True Words.”

In the distant sky, everyone’s expression changed.

The legendary six-syllable ancient sound was said to hold world-creating power. It was filled with infinite mysteries, utterly supreme, and contained the Universe’s great power, great wisdom, and great compassion.

“Om…”

The monk recited the Heavenly Sound, continuously empowering the amethyst-gold alms bowl. He intended to use this True Word to obliterate Ye Fan, erasing both his form and soul.

Layers upon layers of Buddha Light inundated this void. He sat there, using Buddhism’s supreme Holy Technique to transform Ye Fan’s physical form and smelt his soul.

CLANG! CLANG!

Suddenly, the amethyst-gold alms bowl shook violently, its sound roaring through the sky as cracks appeared on its surface; it was about to shatter.

This was a Buddha Treasure refined by a Divine Monk of the peerless Saint Master level, yet it could not withstand the terrifying force and was about to be shattered.

BANG!

With one last tremendous shock, the alms bowl shattered into pieces. Ye Fan, emanating golden light all over his body, forcefully broke out. He was currently evolving the Dou Character Secret.

“Om!” the monk shouted, using this fundamental True Word to suppress Ye Fan.

“You have the Buddhist Six-Character Mantra, and I have one of Taoism’s supreme Nine Secrets! Let’s see which is stronger!” Ye Fan bellowed.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Although many had long guessed that Ye Fan possessed one or two of the Nine Secrets, this was the first time they had heard him admit it himself.

He evolved the Dou Character Secret, his hands moving in resonance with the universe. His body transformed into a dragon’s form, shredding the Buddha sound as he charged through.

A spray of blood erupted as the monk was severed into two halves. Extremely unwilling, he gasped, “A pity… the Victorious Fighting Buddha went into seclusion and disappeared… the Om Mantra was lost… I only managed to obtain half of it…”

In the distant sky, chaos erupted. Everyone was astounded. There’s still a Buddha in the Western Desert? A Saint still exists in this world?!

SWISH!

Ye Fan evolved the Dou Character Technique. His body arced like a True Dragon, transforming into the Yin Yang Division Line of a Taiji Diagram as he charged through. His right hand swung, decapitating Yan Yunluan.