317: Heroic spirit Ye Fan!

“Commander…”

Zuo Qing was already sobbing, “Perhaps… perhaps we judged incorrectly? These anomalies are just coincidences…”

“Silly child,” Ye Fan touched Zuo Qing’s head, “I have already confirmed it with Champion Marquis and the others.

The Supreme God Ra of the Egyptian God Kingdom, before his death, transformed all his energy into a Curse, deepening the Curse on the Great Xia National Luck.

Although he had already expended a lot of Divine Power battling the Gods of Great Xia and Song Zhong, he was still a Supreme God, and the power he unleashed before his death should not be underestimated.

We don’t have much time left. Can you help me handle the matters that follow?”

Ye Fan looked at Zuo Qing seriously.

Although Zuo Qing was sorrowful, at such a critical juncture, he understood the priorities.

“I understand!” Zuo Qing wiped away his tears, “I will ensure the activation of the secret technique is handled.”

A smile appeared on Ye Fan’s face. He slowly said, “In that case, take me to Jiuhua Mountain.”

…

Thump-thump-thump-thump!

The helicopter’s propellers stirred the white clouds in the mountains.

Ye Fan and Zuo Qing leaped from the helicopter, two auras belonging to the pinnacle of humanity descending from the sky.

The two slowly landed inside the main hall of the ancient temple on Jiuhua Mountain, where a young novice monk was already waiting.

“Amitabha, greetings, Commander Ye, greetings, Commander Zuo!”

Before setting off, Ye Fan had already notified this young novice monk from Jiuhua Mountain, so he was already waiting there.

Ye Fan nodded and spoke, “Is everything ready?”

“It’s ready. The Great Master also knows the situation, but he can’t rush back now, so he entrusted me with full responsibility,” the young novice monk explained.

“In that case, then seal the mountain.”

Ye Fan’s face was devoid of emotion. Facing the tall Buddha statue in the main hall, his memories couldn’t help but return to the first time he obtained the Turning Fate Pearl.

At that time, Ye Fan was not yet a Night Watcher Commander, and his Realm had not even reached the Klein Realm.

As a member of a special squad, Ye Fan, who was only in the Boundless Realm, seemed very ordinary.

Of course, only he himself knew that his teacher was no Mortal.

During a mission, he obtained this Turning Fate Pearl from an underground palace ruin.

When he learned about the function and origin of this special forbidden item through the Golden Cicada Great Master, Ye Fan was once very excited.

He believed that he must have had profound Opportunity to find this extremely special forbidden item.

He once thought that he had found the Turning Fate Pearl.

But it wasn’t until today that he seemed to realize that perhaps it wasn’t he who found the Turning Fate Pearl, but the Turning Fate Pearl that chose him.

Saving the Great Xia National Luck, perhaps that was his destiny…

The mountain gate of the ancient temple on Jiuhua Mountain slowly closed, and the mountain-protecting formation quietly activated.

Ye Fan looked up at the compassionate Buddha statue in the main hall and slowly closed his eyes.

He focused his gaze inward, his nose, his mouth, his heart, and sat cross-legged in the main hall.

Zuo Qing and the young novice monk stood quietly outside the main hall.

Ye Fan’s face was serene. He had been an orphan since childhood, raised by the Golden Cicada Great Master of Jiuhua Mountain.

Born on Jiuhua Mountain, dying on Jiuhua Mountain, for him, this could be considered a destined resting place.

Ye Fan slowly grasped an old Buddhist bead in his hand. With a gentle squeeze, the Turning Fate Pearl seemed to sense a certain call of destiny and shattered with a crisp sound.

The sharp fragments pierced through Ye Fan’s golden body, puncturing his heart.

Ye Fan’s heart stopped beating, and golden blood flowed throughout his body. His body sat cross-legged in the main hall, like a small golden Buddha.

His heart no longer beat. Ye Fan, Commander of the Great Xia Night Watchers, had completely lost the breath of life.

“Amitabha!” The young novice monk clasped his palms together and chanted a Buddhist prayer, “Layman Ye Fan has entered nirvana.”

Zuo Qing’s eyes were already swollen, but he knew that compared to his grief, what he had to do next was even more important.

At the same time, above the main hall, Buddha light suddenly shone brightly, and golden Sanskrit characters appeared in the sky.

The Sanskrit characters flickered, seemingly mourning Ye Fan’s passing.

Zuo Qing took Ye Fan’s Star Blade, which was his personal weapon during his lifetime.

Unlike ordinary Star Blades, this Star Blade, through Ye Fan’s long-term tempering, had integrated a trace of his life Qi, thus entering the level of a Divine Weapon.

And this Star Blade would also become the vessel for Ye Fan after his Transformation into an heroic spirit.

Three silver needles suddenly appeared in Zuo Qing’s hand. He chanted incantations, and the color of the three silver needles suddenly began to change.

After finishing the incantation, Zuo Qing inserted the three long needles, which had turned bluish-black, into Ye Fan’s Baihui and Yongquan acupoints respectively.

As the silver needles entered his body, Ye Fan’s corpse suddenly burst forth with a brilliant golden light.

A faint phantom elegantly detached from the corpse. Upon closer inspection, the phantom bore a striking resemblance to Ye Fan.

The phantom glanced at Zuo Qing, seemingly revealing a look of relief, and then the entire phantom merged into the Star Blade.

The temperature of the dark Star Blade suddenly rose sharply, and the blade itself turned dark red.

Zuo Qing closed his eyes. This was a necessary process for a remnant soul to transform into an heroic spirit. It seemed that what Ye Fan was experiencing this time was a fire tribulation.

Only by tempering the remnant soul in fierce flames can an heroic spirit body be formed.

After an unknown amount of time, the crimson Star Blade finally returned to its original color.

The physical form of the Star Blade gradually faded, and a human figure emerged.

“Commander!” Zuo Qing cried out.

Ye Fan’s face was somewhat pale, indicating how arduous the process of transforming into an heroic spirit had been.

“It’s alright. I finally made it through.”

Ye Fan opened his left hand, and the Turning Fate Pearl appeared in his palm.

Zuo Qing was a little surprised, “Commander Ye, I clearly saw the Turning Fate Pearl shatter just now?”

“The Turning Fate Pearl is no Mortal object. What you saw was merely a form it manifested. It has no fixed shape.

What you see now is also just a Transformation it underwent to adapt to my heroic spirit state.

I don’t have much time left. I must now go in search of the Dragon Vein National Luck.

The Night Watchers of Great Xia, I leave them to you.”

Zuo Qing nodded. Ye Fan took one last look at Jiuhua Mountain, then disappeared from the main hall.

Ye Fan’s figure appeared within the Earth Veins of Great Xia. Now bound to the National Luck, he could clearly sense the state of the Great Xia National Luck.

He arrived in an enormous, interconnected cavern, which was the ancestral source of the Great Xia Dragon Vein.

Ye Fan looked towards the center and saw a Golden Dragon of Luck, weakly lying on the ground.

Its scales had lost their luster, and countless black mycelia were attached to its body.

Those black mycelia continuously absorbed the power of the Dragon Vein National Luck. The Golden Dragon of Luck sensed Ye Fan’s arrival and let out a mournful cry in his direction.

This mournful cry seemed to have exhausted its strength. After only one cry, the Golden Dragon of Luck’s head slowly lowered.