205: Chapter 205 The Living Saint

The Sun Divine Sect.

This was an ancient Legacy as famous as the Taiyin Divine Sect. The Sun Scripture left behind by the Sun Saint Emperor and the Taiyin True Scripture represented Yin and Yang, together known as the Twin Jades of Ziwei. The Saint of the Sun Divine Sect was named Yang Hao, and his cultivation was at the seventh heaven of the Half-step Great Power realm, a level higher than Wu Yue's.

The battle unfolded outside the mountain gates of the Sun Divine Sect.

Yang Hao had learned from Wu Yue's experience and went all out from the very start. Golden Sun True Fire burned around his body, making him look like a miniature sun, radiating ten thousand beams of light and rolling waves of heat. He struck with a palm, and the Sun True Fire transformed into a fire dragon that roared as it pounced toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan did not retreat. He activated the Walk-Word Secret, his speed reaching the absolute limit as he wove through the gaps in the fire dragon's form. At the same time, he triggered the All-Word Secret—stacking tenfold combat power. He threw a punch, and the golden fist radiance collided with the Sun True Fire, erupting in a world-shaking explosion.

Flames splattered everywhere as the fist radiance pierced the sky.

The two fought fiercely for over a hundred rounds. Yang Hao's Sun True Fire was indeed powerful, leaving scorch marks across Ye Fan's Saint Body. However, his recovery was even more shocking, as those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Meanwhile, his fists grew heavier with every strike.

Finally, on the hundred and twenty-third round, Ye Fan seized a flaw in Yang Hao's defense and landed a punch squarely on his chest.

Yang Hao coughed up blood and flew backward, slamming heavily onto the ground.

"Thank you for the match."

Ye Fan pulled back his fist and gave a cupped-fist salute to Yang Hao.

Yang Hao scrambled up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ye Fan with eyes full of complex emotions.

"You are very strong."

Ye Fan smiled and said nothing.

Standing not far away, the Old Maniac watched this scene with a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Let's go. Next one."

Human King Hall.

This was one of the most mysterious legacies in the Ziwei Star Realm. The successor of the Human King Hall was a woman named Jiang Caiwei. Her cultivation was at the seventh heaven of the Half-step Great Power realm, her Physical Body was incredibly tough, and she cultivated the Human King Body.

Ye Fan's battle with her was hearty and thorough.

Neither of them used many Secret Techniques, instead engaging in pure physical combat.

Jiang Caiwei's Human King Body was truly formidable; every punch was as heavy as a mountain, and every step shattered the void.

But Ye Fan's Ancient Desolate Saint Body was even stronger. After trading hundreds of blows in the void, Jiang Caiwei's fists began to tremble, blood started to seep from her mouth, and her footsteps began to falter.

On the three-hundredth punch, Ye Fan knocked Jiang Caiwei back dozens of yards with a single strike.

Jiang Caiwei steadied herself and looked at her trembling hands, remaining silent for a moment.

"I admit defeat."

Her voice was calm, but a hint of gloom flashed in her eyes. The Human King Body was ultimately no match for the Ancient Desolate Saint Body.

Ye Fan looked at her and gave a solemn cupped-fist salute.

"Thank you for the match."

Longevity Temple.

The successor of the Longevity Temple was a young Taoist with the Taoist name Changqing. His cultivation was at the eighth heaven of the Half-step Great Power realm, and he cultivated the Longevity Art, giving him extremely resilient vitality.

This battle was the most enduring one.

Ye Fan's fists slammed into Changqing time and again, breaking his bones and tendons and making him spit blood. However, Changqing's Longevity Art was truly Heaven-Defying; those injuries were restored to their original state in an instant. He was like an unkillable cockroach, falling down and standing back up repeatedly.

"What a fine Longevity Art," Ye Fan's eyes burned with Battle Intent.

He no longer held back, triggering the All-Word Secret to stack tenfold combat power. He threw a punch: Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist—Human Path.

This punch condensed all of his strength. The golden fist radiance was like a golden dragon, slamming violently into Changqing.

Boom!

Changqing was sent flying, crashing through several mountain Peaks before finally being embedded into a mountainside. Covered in blood, he could no longer get up.

Ye Fan landed before him and looked at him.

"Can you still fight?"

Changqing struggled to lift his head and look at him, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

"I can't fight anymore."

Ye Fan nodded and turned to leave.

Ziwei Divine Dynasty.

This was one of the most powerful forces in the Ziwei Star Realm, inheriting its Legacy from a sovereign of the Ancient Era. The prince of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty was named Ji Yuan, his cultivation was at the eighth heaven of the Half-step Great Power realm, and he cultivated the Imperial Dragon Qi.

His strength was greater than any of the previous opponents.

The two fought a great battle for three hundred rounds, moving from the ground to the sky, and from the sky into the void. Ji Yuan's Imperial Dragon Qi was peerlessly overbearing, each strike like a true dragon's claw tearing through the void. Ye Fan's Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist was equally sharp, and the golden fist radiance collided with the golden Dragon Qi, erupting in deafening blasts.

Both were covered in blood, and both had been pushed to their limits.

Finally, on the three hundred and fifty-seventh round, Ye Fan triggered the All-Word Secret, stacking tenfold combat power and throwing a Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist. Ji Yuan's Imperial Dragon Qi was shattered by the punch, and he was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Ye Fan landed on the ground, gasping for breath. His body was covered in wounds and his fists were dripping blood, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

He won.

He had won again.

The Old Maniac stood not far away, looking at him with a hint of gratification in his eyes.

"Not bad."

Heavenly Wolf Mountain, Biyou Palace, Myriad Law Sect, Seven Star Pavilion...

One Holy Land after another, one Legacy after another. Under the guidance of the Old Maniac, Ye Fan traveled to every corner of Ziwei Star. He challenged the Taiyin Saint, the Sun Saint, the successor of the Human King Hall, the successor of the Longevity Temple, the Ziwei Prince, the Young Lord of Heavenly Wolf Mountain, the Saintess of Biyou Palace, the Saint of the Myriad Law Sect, the Chief of the Seven Star Pavilion...

One Prodigy after another who was famous throughout Ziwei fell beneath his golden fists.

Among those prodigies, some were defiant, some were unwilling, some were furious, and some were in despair.

But no one could deny that Ye Fan was stronger than them. It wasn't a matter of cultivation level, but of combat strength. With a cultivation at the first heaven of the Half-step Great Power realm, he could defeat opponents at the eighth or even ninth heaven. This ability to fight across levels made them feel despair.

Meanwhile, the Dominators of those Holy Lands felt a different kind of fear.

That white-haired old man.

He simply stood behind Ye Fan with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. He never interfered in the battles, nor did he ever say much.

But when Ye Fan was victorious, he would nod slightly; when Ye Fan was in a bitter struggle, he would watch quietly, waiting for Ye Fan to make a Breakthrough himself.

His aura made all the Dominators of the Holy Lands feel suffocated.

A Saint.

A true, living Saint. Not one of those old monsters sealed in Divine Source with little Lifespan left, but a Saint in this world who was in his Peak, with vigorous blood and Qi.

This discovery caused the various powers of the Ziwei Star Realm to fall silent.

It wasn't that they lacked foundations. If the Old Ancestors sealed in Divine Source were to be revived, they too could exert Saint-level combat power.

But that came at the cost of their lives—every revival would consume their already dwindling Lifespan. No one was willing to awaken those Old Ancestors unless it was absolutely necessary.

The white-haired old man was different. He was a living Saint; he didn't need to be sealed, he didn't need to sleep, and he could strike at any time, killing anyone he wished at a moment's notice.

What terrified them even more was the rule the white-haired old man had established.

"In battles between the younger generation, the older generation must not interfere. If Ye Fan's skills are inferior and he dies at the hands of your successors, this old man will turn and leave, never seeking revenge. And vice versa."

This sentence spread throughout the entire Ziwei Star Realm.

Initially, some did not believe it. A Grand Elder of Heavenly Wolf Mountain, who had been stuck at the ninth heaven of the Half-step Great Power realm for thousands of years and saw his Lifespan nearing its end, no longer cared about rules. When Ye Fan defeated the Young Lord of Heavenly Wolf Mountain, he suddenly attacked, striking a palm toward Ye Fan.

Then, he died.

The Old Maniac had only glanced at him.

With a single look, that Grand Elder was transformed into a cloud of blood mist, his body and soul utterly destroyed.

From then on, no one dared to challenge this rule again.