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No matter how powerful you are, once you are hit, you will be banished forever.
"No, Little Leaf!"
Ji Ziyue cried out in surprise, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto her purple robes.
"Ye Zi!" Pang Boyi shouted.
"Little Leaf, how could this happen!"
Li Heishui and Wu Zhongtian also shouted.
Gazing into the void, he glared angrily at Wang Teng, his heart filled with grief and indignation.
"Ha ha……"
Wang Chengkun laughed heartily, feeling incredibly happy.
The Northern Emperor's might was unmatched, and he felt incredibly exhilarated.
Everyone else paled; the Northern Emperor relied solely on this one move left behind by the Chaotic Ancient Emperor.
What kind of expert can't be dealt with?
Even living fossils can be banished!
This unparalleled secret technique is almost impossible to counter.
It is a secret technique developed by an ancient emperor with 163 lifetimes of painstaking effort.
This is invincible, famous for defeating the strong with the weak!
"The Northern Emperor lives up to his name. He has such power even in a small test. Who in the world can stand against him?"
"Truly a prodigy! At such a young age, he already commands respect and leaves the older generation helpless. No wonder he is hailed as the reincarnation of an ancient emperor!"
"A prodigy indeed, he has trodden over the bones of the Holy Body and advanced along a blood-stained path; he will surely attain enlightenment in the future!"
Many people stepped forward, and those who were on good terms with the Wang family kept flattering and praising them.
In fact, everyone else tacitly agreed.
Such a Northern Emperor is indeed difficult to resist.
Even a powerful bandit in the distance frowned, filled with apprehension.
In the boundless, chaotic sky, there is eternal darkness and cold.
As if there were no end in sight, Ye Fan continued to drift.
Time seems to stand still, as if millions of years have passed.
It was like an eternity in an instant, as he pondered the way back.
Silence, cold, darkness, without a glimmer of hope.
He sat alone on the ancient bronze coffin, forever drifting in one direction.
He seemed lost in an ancient universe.
Unable to find a way back, he sat listlessly on the bronze coffin.
He pondered deeply, asking his own heart, to pinpoint the circuit.
"The path I have walked, the path I have experienced, the laws I have felt..."
He muttered to himself, constantly deducing the situation, and gradually calmed down.
Ultimately, he questioned the Dao and his own heart; the path of the Dao lingered around him.
The essence of the heart shines brightly.
At the same time, they resounded together, playing the melody of Tao in the eternal darkness.
His whole body was radiant, and a bright light rose in his heart, faint yet persistent.
Guided in one direction, Ye Fan broke through the small dimensional space and began his long journey.
It has no end, breaking through one void after another, and one can never find a way back.
However, he did not give up.
He sat cross-legged on the small bronze coffin.
Silently recite an ancient scripture,
In just a few hundred words, it is as profound as a book written in the heavens.
It is impossible to fathom.
It was from that scripture originating from the ancient bronze coffin.
He has been studying this for years, but has never been able to fully understand it.
It doesn't seem to be a method of spiritual practice, and I can't understand it at all, but it can calm the mind and focus the spirit.
One word after another flew out, imprinting itself on his heart, like a gentle stream, so very soft.
It nourishes the spirit and replenishes the essence of the body.
Having understood his own mind, his true self, and the Way, the light within him shone even brighter.
He entered a wondrous state of oneness with the Tao, which guided him forward.
This is the true self aligning with the Tao, something that cannot be achieved in ordinary times.
But he did it. It has to be said that Ye Fan has a great talent for cultivation.
Its current strength, honed over ten years, speaks volumes.
The lamp in my heart burns eternally; my true self is the Way, guiding me back to my origins.
Breaking through the fog, traversing the endless void, I embarked on my journey home.
"I've said it before, what is the Holy Body? How can it compare to my clan's Teng'er?"
The Wang family laughed loudly.
Wang Chengkun was brimming with pride, especially after having such a son.
He was naturally very proud, standing before the golden ancient chariot.
When he looked at Ye Fan's old friend, his eyes were filled with contempt.
"His Holy Body is no good; he's far inferior to my son!"
"boom"
As soon as he finished speaking, the void shattered, and a bronze coffin burst forth.
It hit him squarely on the back, instantly turning half of his body into a bloody mess.
"Little Leaf!" Ji Ziyue cried out in surprise, her beautiful eyes widening as tears streamed down her face.
"Ye Zi!" the others exclaimed in surprise.
"boom"
At that moment, the black gourd between Ye Fan's brows throbbed.
Divine fire erupted from the sky, engulfing the golden ancient chariot.
"what……"
Wang Teng's uncle, Wang Chengyun, was the first to be affected.
He instantly became a human-shaped torch.
The Northern Emperor also screamed in agony, half of his body was set ablaze, and he roared in agony.
The flames were like a sea, everywhere, as if the world had been set ablaze, obscuring everything else.
Only nine-colored mist swirled around.
It was incredibly hot, and many palaces made of fine gold melted away from it.
Even many of the experts among the Wang family members died.
Finally,
Wang Teng finally couldn't hold on any longer; most of his body was reduced to charred remains.
There was no sign of life.
He couldn't possibly stop that flame; his destruction was only a matter of time.
"Teng'er!"
The Wang family members shouted, their arrogance completely gone.
They were all pale-faced.
After all, if the Northern Emperor Teng Ruo were to die,
The family's grand ambitions have all come to naught.
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