Shrouded Sky

Chapter 206 - Against Sunset Clouds II

Ye Fan stood with the Lunar Seal in his left hand and the Solar Seal in his right, hovering in the air, truly resembling a divinity.

“How is this possible?” The nine masters, despite their combined efforts, were suppressed, overwhelmed by an immense sense of exhaustion.

“Illuminate the Divine Cosmos!” the Sunset Clouds Sect Master shouted. The bronze lamp in his hand flew upward, hovering in the sky. The lamp flickered, flames soaring, its wick transforming into a human shape, disheveled hair swaying, unleashing torrents of fire.

“Lend me your godpower to refine this foe!” the Sect Master roared.

The eight Grand Elders nodded, each shooting a dazzling beam into the lamp. The Sect Master added his own force, nine fiery dragons surging upward, connecting to the lamp, glowing brilliantly. The human-shaped wick, nourished, grew wildly, roaring and spewing flames toward Ye Fan.

Illuminating the Divine Cosmos, like a sun in the sky, it radiated destructive energy.

Ye Fan’s right hand, forming the Solar Seal, conjured a millstone-sized celestial sun, vibrant with life and boundless vigor.

Bang.

He quaked the seal, and the sun clashed with the lamp’s flames, sparking and crackling.

Boom. Pushing the sun forward, Ye Fan shattered the lamp. The human-shaped wick let out a piercing scream, then vanished forever.

The Sect Master’s weapon was destroyed, and the eight Grand Elders staggered back from the impact. Ye Fan’s left hand, bearing the Lunar Seal, summoned a millstone-sized moon that pressed down on the nine.

This was an assault of unparalleled dominance, overwhelming them like a flood. The nine retreated swiftly, faces pale, trembling as if facing an army.

“No escape!” Ye Fan, wielding the Solar and Lunar Seals, pursued the Sect Master. His speed was unmatched, who could stop him? Radiating light, accompanied by sun and moon, he seemed holy as an immortal, untouchable, his robes fluttering as he closed in.

The Solar and Lunar Seals, majestic and forceful, pressed down with the might to crush mountains and rivers. The Sect Master roared, his body igniting in a desperate bid for survival, shining brilliantly. His Dao Palace god-spirit surged forward, intercepting the seals to die in his place.

Ye Fan’s seals were unstoppable, crushing the god-spirit to dust. The eight Grand Elders rescued the Sect Master’s body, but he was pale and trembling, his vitality wounded.

Distant Sunset Clouds disciples shivered. Such power, Ye Fan’s seals nearly killed their leader in one strike. “Impossible! What technique is this, suppressing nine of us without faltering?”

“Even great Patriarchs in their youth didn’t have such strength. What’s his origin?”

“His physique is unique, with endless godpower. Is he a God Physique?”

“The scariest is that technique, endlessly transformative, like something from legend, unmatched in killing arts.”

The Sect Master and Grand Elders, shocked, exchanged quick words. Ye Fan charged, exuding pressure, moving sun and moon, his robes fluttering, his youthful face radiating the aura of an immortal monarch.

The nine dared not split up, knowing dispersion meant death. The pressure chilled them. Eight deities and nine true bodies formed a net, inescapable, yet couldn’t trap Ye Fan. Weapons shattered as they struggled.

“I can’t hold on!” one Grand Elder cried, his skin cracking.

Ye Fan targeted him, his killing art like a heavenly sword, unyielding. It shattered the elder’s weapons, and a single strike killed his god-spirit and him.

Moonlight flowed like water, the millstone-sized moon casting milky radiance. The sun blazed, its golden glow fierce. Ye Fan, wielding both seals, stood like a god-king in the heavens, exuding unmatched divine might despite his ethereal aura.

His attack was overwhelming. No cultivator of the same realm, even in numbers, could withstand him, like porcelain striking a boulder. Sunset Clouds disciples, faces ashen, saw this youth as an invincible demon lord.

Ye Fan’s heart was clear, reveling in his strength. The Nine Secrets awed him, their attack arts unrivaled. He even felt the urge to challenge the Radiant Light Saintess, but restrained himself. He was still distant from Sacred Ground heirs. At the edge of the third realm, he might contend with them.

In the Four Pillars realm, above the Dao Palace realm, progress relied on insight, not source or herbs, only self-realization advanced one. Ye Fan’s physique made the Dao Palace critical; his body, a bottomless vessel, could harness endless godpower with enough source. But the amount needed was astronomical, multiplying tenfold per realm, a burden even Sacred Grounds couldn’t bear.

The Sunset Clouds masters wanted to flee, gripped by fear, but dared not scatter, knowing Ye Fan would pick them off. He snorted coldly, locking onto one.

The targeted Grand Elder roared, spitting out a purple-gold gourd that grew massive. He sent his god-spirit into it, merging with the gourd’s innate charm.

Weapons like bells, towers, or gourds, imbued with Daoist charm, were hard to craft but immensely powerful when successful. The mountain-sized gourd crashed toward Ye Fan, aided by seven others’ divine lights, aiming to suppress him.

Ye Fan, unmoved, wielded his Solar and Lunar Seals, pushing the celestial bodies like millstones, glowing with divine light, resembling an immortal king patrolling the heavens.

Boom.

Far off, the gourd’s mouth opened, emitting purple mist that formed a vortex, sucking Ye Fan in like a whale swallowing the sea.

“Good!” the others cheered, urging their power to refine the gourd.

“Worthy of Sunset Clouds’ greatest treasure!”

“Refine him quick, don’t let him escape!”

The Sect Master and seven Grand Elders poured power into the gourd, its purple mist shrouding the sky. But a heart-stopping aura emerged, chilling them.

The gourd shook violently, a divine light bursting through, a massive hole torn open by brute force. Ye Fan, left hand wielding the moon, right hand the sun, emerged like a demon lord, his killing aura soaring. Crack. The gourd split from its mouth downward.

Pop.

Like a crumbling ancient hall, it shattered into fragments.

Boom.

Ye Fan’s seals quaked, reducing the gourd and its master to ash with a faint scream. Simultaneously, the sun and moon chased two Grand Elders, enveloping and silently annihilating them.

In moments, three Grand Elders were slain, stunning the rest. “Such terrifying attack power defies reason. Even young Patriarchs couldn’t match this!”

“At his age and realm, suppressing so many peers is illogical! If he becomes a Supreme Giant, could he alone fight multiple Patriarchs?”

“I thought of someone,” the Sect Master, pale, said. “The Northern Region had such a figure.”

“You mean the Northern Region’s supreme attacker of five thousand years?” a Grand Elder paled.

“Jiang Taixu, the God-King, undisputed as the greatest attacker in five thousand years.”

“Though he vanished four thousand years ago, and many geniuses rose since, he remains unmatched in attack power.”

God-King Jiang Taixu, renowned worldwide, was invincible four thousand years ago, his attack arts peerless in the Northern Domain. “A Perfected God-King, wielding supreme techniques, naturally the greatest attacker.”

The Sect Master and Grand Elders sweated, sensing Ye Fan’s attack power rivaled young Jiang Taixu. “His achievements match Jiang Taixu’s youth. Could he be a second God-King?”

Was this a young God-King with unparalleled attack talent? Jiang Taixu’s fame left endless legends, even detailing his strength at every age.

“His attack power rivals young Jiang Taixu. Could he rewrite the title of supreme attacker?”

The Sunset Clouds leaders, exchanging words, grew fearful, realizing they faced an extraordinary figure with a formidable future, despite his youth.

Ye Fan overheard, seeing their fear. He never aimed for “supreme attacker,” having been hunted and forced into hiding. “You know much, so I can’t spare you. I need to grow quietly here. If you spread this, I’d become the enemy of Saints and Saintesses. Supreme attacker… quite a title.”

“Flee!”

Guessing his physique and supreme killing art, they lost all will to fight, scattering in all directions. Dignity and pride meant nothing, survival was paramount. Against a potential God-King, even double their number wouldn’t suffice.

Seeing their leaders flee, Sunset Clouds disciples panicked and fled too. “Too bad, I’ve sealed this place. None of you escape!”

Ye Fan spread his arms, stirring celestial winds. Phoenix feathers gleamed around his left arm, five-colored divine light soaring as vibrant wings emerged, slashing forward, shredding two Grand Elders.

Then, forming a seal, a colossal mountain appeared above, majestic with birds, beasts, and ancient trees. Pressing it down, the mountain seal quaked, and with a boom, the Sect Master turned to ash.