boyutpedia Chapter 4: One move, one restricted area
Chapter 4: One move, one restricted area
Before he finished speaking, the man turned around without hesitation and fled in a burst of light, wishing he could grow more legs to escape.
Ye Fan's Time and Space
"hiss--"
"It really is Ye Fan!" In front of the Ji family's gate, the once arrogant crowd now looked at the bewildered Ye Fan with completely changed expressions.
The eighth ancestor of the Ji family was ashen-faced, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
He knew all too well that with the Great Sage of the family emerging from seclusion, he, as the person in charge, was already a figurehead.
Moreover, he has offended a future quasi-emperor, and the Ji family, in order to protect themselves, will probably offer him up as soon as possible to curry favor with this future giant.
The Great Accomplished Holy Bodies from various timelines, upon hearing the words "Holy Bodies," were puzzled, but then instantly understood, their eyes revealing a complex expression.
"I am unworthy of this title... All beings are named after the Holy Body!"
This is the lament of the holy being in the desolate forbidden land.
In the sky
The future Ye Fan is still waging war. Tens of thousands of soldiers are instantly reduced to ashes, including many beings at the level of sages.
"You...killed them all! With such overwhelming killing intent, aren't you afraid of incurring divine retribution during your tribulation?"
The purple-haired quasi-emperor roared in the void, his eyes bloodshot, filled with both fear and rage.
Ye Fan stood in the void, his robes fluttering, countless star fragments beneath his feet. He glanced coldly at his opponent, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable will: "Back then, when you slaughtered my followers, did you ever think of this?"
He paused, a myriad of energy resonating around him, causing the galaxy to tremble, and an incomparably domineering aura surged into the sky: "Cultivating the path is inherently about breaking eternity, defying the heavens, and questioning immortality. Having reached this point, would I still abide by the rules it has set?!"
boom!
These words seemed to have stirred the great Dao of Heaven and Earth, causing the entire sky to undulate violently.
Emperor's Time and Space
The Emperor looked at Ye Fan seriously for the first time, his gaze becoming earnest.
He didn't know what the Holy Body was; he only knew that this person possessed an unparalleled will, the cornerstone to the pinnacle of enlightenment.
"It seems the heavens are starting to get interesting," the Carefree Celestial Venerable said, stroking his beard and smiling.
The Battle Saint Emperor Time and Space.
This supreme expert revealed a rare smile, a smile born of the resonance of encountering a kindred spirit.
"This person is extraordinary! If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the one to attain enlightenment in this era."
The young Victorious Fighting Buddha, whose cultivation was still shallow, asked doubtfully, "But how could he, with his body so decayed and his blood and energy so depleted, still attain enlightenment?"
The Holy Emperor picked up the Holy Prince in his arms, teased him for a while, and said calmly, "On the path to enlightenment, he has cultivated such a will, and has already achieved physical immortality. As for blood and qi... they are not important."
Ye Fan's Time and Space.
Black Emperor suddenly appeared from somewhere, sidling up to Ye Fan with a smug, self-satisfied grin: "Kid, it seems you've really grown up! All thanks to my guidance and companionship back then, I deserve immense credit!"
Ye Fan ignored the cunning dog and was instead greatly shocked.
At this moment, his Dao heart had not yet evolved into an invincible heart. He was using the scenery in the sky to secretly experience the true meaning of that invincible will, and felt that the road ahead was clear.
The sky continued to fall.
Ye Fan stopped talking and grabbed.
A gigantic hand, capable of blotting out the sky, descended from the heavens, pressing down with an overwhelming force capable of suppressing all ages. The purple-haired quasi-emperor didn't even have time to think of resisting before being instantly crushed into a cloud of blood mist.
"Master! Is that you?!"
A heart-wrenching cry pierced the void. A nine-tailed crocodile dragon, covered in blood, collapsed to the ground, eight of its golden tails broken off, and its dragon horns shattered into dust, a truly pitiful sight.
But now it was laughing, tears mixed with blood streaming down its face, trembling with excitement. Behind it, countless tattered suits of armor gathered, and familiar faces emerged, all of them veterans of the Heavenly Court from back then.
"Haha... Heaven has a day of reunion! Heaven has been restored!"
The moment the words "Heavenly Court" were uttered, countless dimensions fell silent, followed by a tremendous tremor.
For those supreme emperors, the words "Heavenly Court" are taboo and legend!
Ye Fan's Time and Space
"Holy crap! Little Yezi, you actually established a Heavenly Court?!"
"The Holy Body actually dares to establish its own Heavenly Court? This is defying the heavens!"
Everyone in the Ji family stared at Ye Fan in utter shock!
Since ancient times, the establishment of a celestial court has been considered an omen of misfortune. Even the emperors of the mythological era, who were invincible in the world, did not have a good end!
Emperor's Time and Space
The Celestial Venerable of Longevity frowned: "His talent is decent, yet he has already established himself in the Heavenly Court? Such actions are far too naive and reckless."
The Celestial Venerable of Nirvana sat deep within spacetime, and upon hearing this, let out a cold sneer, his tone full of disdain and contempt: "With such meager strength, you dare to presume to establish a Heavenly Court? You are simply ignorant of your own limitations!"
"In my opinion, the secret to immortality revealed by the celestial curtain this time is probably just the backlash from his reckless establishment of the Heavenly Court."
The carefree Celestial Venerable stroked his beard and shook his head, his eyes filled with disapproval. In his view, such impulsive and unrestrained juniors would never amount to much, and would certainly not be associated with the secret of becoming an immortal.
The sky curtain ignored the two celestial beings' mockery, and the scene continued to slowly advance.
In the starry sky, a gentle figure stood quietly; it was none other than Ji Ziyue, the future Ji Ziyue.
She had shed her youthful charm and gained a gentle grace that came with age. She held a beautiful little girl in her arms, whose eyes and brows possessed both the liveliness of Ji Ziyue and the heroic spirit of Ye Fan.
Seeing Ye Fan arrive through the air, Ji Ziyue's eyes instantly reddened, and crystal tears slid down her cheeks, silent yet scalding hot.
The little girl broke free from Ji Ziyue's embrace and, like a joyful little bird, flew into Ye Fan's arms. Her soft, sweet voice pierced the sky and resounded throughout all time and space: "Father, I missed you so much!"
In Ye Fan's timeline, the Ji family was instantly thrown into an uproar.
Several elderly members of the Ji family narrowed their eyes, their gazes shifting between the future Ji Ziyue in the sky and the young Ji Ziyue beside them. Their voices were filled with shock and doubt: "This...this is really Ziyue? In just a hundred years, she has changed so much?"
"And she...she actually had a child with Ye Fan?"
Someone gasped in shock, their gaze towards Ye Fan completely changing—a mixture of astonishment, envy, and the complex emotions the Ji family members couldn't hide: "What exactly happened in the future? Will Zi Yue really end up with him?"
Having just emerged from the divine source and already grasped the whole story, the eldest sage of the Ji family smiled broadly, strode forward, and patted Ye Fan's shoulder heavily, his tone hearty: "Boy, well done! You are already an Ancient Saint Body, and you and my Ji family's Zi Yue are deeply in love, this is a perfect match!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Ji Ziyue, who was standing to the side clenching her fangs, her cheeks flushed, and her expression awkward. He burst into laughter, "Ziyue, from now on, if you have any problems in the clan, just go to the ancestor. No one will dare to bully you!"
Everyone present wore smiles, except for two people whose faces were grim, and a dog who was clearly unhappy.
Ji Haoyue clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white, her eyes fixed on Ye Fan, filled with resentment and wariness.
His sister, the sister he cherished dearly, was something he found hard to accept.
Ji's eighth son felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body was ice-cold, and his heart was filled with despair.
He knew better than anyone that the Great Sage of the family had already emerged from seclusion, and he, the former head of the family, was no longer of any importance. Moreover, he had offended the son-in-law of the Ji family, and they would surely discard him like trash to appease Ye Fan's anger.