Legend of Zixia

Chapter 250 Finding a Person

This was a vast and powerful fist force, inscribed with the traces of the Dao, its laws intertwined, densely covering the void, and erupting with a thunderous roar. The purple energy surged forth like a mighty river, sweeping across all directions and startling the entire small world.

Within the divine city, countless experts instantly sensed this terrifying aura and soared into the air, rushing towards the center of power. However, when they arrived, they were all stunned, dumbfounded.

A divine seal descended from the sky, inscribed with the immortal holy radiance of the human race. Its golden light shone brightly, and with a single, swift, and ruthless strike, it directly smashed into Zi Tiandu's head! A deafening roar shook the divine city, the earth cracked, and space distorted, as if the entire city was trembling.

"That's... the Human King's Seal!" someone exclaimed in a trembling voice. This seal technique is widely known among humans, and many cultivators know it, but no one has ever used it with such domineering power and sharpness.

"Using the Emperor's Seal to confront the descendants of the ancient royal family... the Human Race's Sacred Body, his ambition is extraordinary!" An old man with white hair and beard leaned on a cane, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with shock and excitement.

Blood rained down, and Zi Tiandu's figure was nearly annihilated by this attack. His head shattered, his chest caved in, and his mangled body fell like tattered cotton. The ancient clan cultivators watching turned pale, their breaths catching in their throats—this was Zi Tiandu! The young master of Shenling Valley, who had shaken the Northern Region several times with his actions, rumored to be on the verge of achieving the Dao Severance, a peerless figure capable of intimidating any region!

But now, he can't even withstand a single move from the Holy Body!
For a long time, the Primordial Clan regarded themselves as the masters of heaven and earth, and considered humans as mere food. Their inherent arrogance made them simply unable to believe that a human physique, no matter how strong, could be compared to the bloodline of royalty. They had never truly witnessed the full glory of the "Ancient Sacred Body," a physique that defied the heavens, and they could not believe that a battle between equals could end so thoroughly.

But what they saw before them shattered their beliefs.

The Holy Body's physical form couldn't even withstand the body of an ancient royal family! This was everyone's most direct realization, and also their deepest fear. A thought involuntarily arose in their minds: if even Zi Tian was so vulnerable, could the true bloodline of the ancient emperors possibly withstand it?
People were shocked and deeply shaken. Although Zi Tiandu was not a direct descendant of the ancient emperor, he was still a member of royal family and nobility, possessing immense combat power and intimidating all directions. Over the past decade, he had made several moves, each one earth-shattering and awe-inspiring, shocking the human race's powerful figures. Many speculated that he had already touched the threshold of the Dao-Slaying Realm.

But now, he has lost, lost decisively and without any suspense.

The ancient tribesmen stood at a distance, their faces pale, their hearts pounding with fear and unease.

The ground was a vibrant crimson, and Ye Fan stood amidst the blood, his robes billowing in the wind, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips: "Boring. Come out!"

Before the words were even finished, a blazing light suddenly emerged from the scattered bloodstains. Purple energy soared into the sky, laws intertwined, and Zi Tiandu's figure slowly coalesced in the void, no longer a body of flesh and blood, but a spirit body purely composed of divine light!
The entire world roared, the patterns of the Great Dao appeared, and cracks appeared in the void, as if the concepts of "immortality," "eternity," and "eternity" were being shaken and about to be destroyed at this moment.

"A deity!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone felt that aura—pure divine power that transcended the constraints of the physical body, like a true god who had emerged from the Dao.

"Indeed, this is my true path." Zi Tiandu's voice was cold and indifferent, his luminous face showing no pain. "I primarily cultivate divinity; my physical body is merely a temporary station. You shattered my treasures, so fill the void with your own shell!"

The Divine Spirit Valley lineage emphasizes the cultivation of the primordial spirit, with the ultimate goal of refining a "divine spirit," abandoning the physical body, and proving the Dao with pure divine consciousness. Although Zi Tiandu was far from reaching this realm, in the life-or-death moment when his physical body was destroyed, he actually comprehended a sliver of true meaning, condensing his remaining divine thoughts into a luminous divine body, thus avoiding being instantly killed by Ye Fan.

Zi Tiandu was far from reaching the highest level. If he hadn't grasped some of the secrets on the verge of death, he probably would have been smashed to death by Ye Fan just now.

At this moment, his hazy body erupted with dazzling divine light, shooting straight at Ye Fan's brow: "Break through your Immortal Platform, seize your physical body! The Human Race's Sacred Body will be at my disposal from now on!" He roared madly, his divine sense like a knife, instantly plunging into Ye Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The crowd in the distance was horrified. No one had expected that Zi Tiandu would possess such a forbidden technique—the physical body could be destroyed, but the spirit was immortal. He could roam freely with pure divine consciousness. This was the most terrifying path of cultivation in the Valley of the Gods.

The human cultivators watching from the sidelines were just lamenting that a generation of holy bodies was about to be possessed and perish.

In an instant, Zi Tiandu's divine body was struck as if by lightning, violently ejected from Ye Fan's Immortal Platform, letting out a shrill, distorted scream: "Ah—!" The sound was not human, but more like the wailing of a soul being burned by raging flames. He lost all his arrogance, not daring to utter a single word, and turned to flee, his divine light transforming into a streak of light.

"Even the ancient royal families are nothing special!"

Unrivaled in this world! Everyone present could feel this belief in Ye Fan's heart.

"You come and go as you please, but did you ask me before you left?" Ye Fan shouted coldly. The platform roared, and a golden hand shot out from between his eyebrows, like the palm of the Heavenly Emperor, spanning the void and firmly grasping Zi Tiandu's divine body!

He struggled violently, his divine light fluctuating wildly, as if something in his sea of ​​consciousness was devouring him. "I don't want to die!" he roared hoarsely, as if he were going mad. "Ancestral King's Mantra! Forbidden Divine Art! Borrow the power of heaven, borrow the light of the Dao, burn me!"
On his body, an ancient character radiated an eerie and terrifying light, and on his soul was an engraved character that exuded a terrifying saintly pressure.

"The aura of an ancient ancestral king!"

Ye Fan cursed inwardly, realizing it was the work of an ancient saint-level figure. Zi Tiandu, as the inheritor of the Divine Spirit Valley, had indeed received protection and pampering.

But so what? He is Zixia's man, and he is indeed living off her.

Ye Fan's primordial spirit transformed into a dragon-shaped curve, like a trace of the Great Dao, instantly sweeping past Zi Tiandu's divine soul. Just as the Dao Ancestor King's imprint was about to block it, Zi Tiandu was entangled, crushed, and annihilated by the dragon-shaped divine thought! He didn't even have time to utter a scream; his divine body disintegrated inch by inch, eventually turning into specks of light and dust, dissipating with the wind, and completely annihilated.

Heaven and earth are silent.

"Who is it that slaughtered my descendants without leaving a trace?!" A majestic voice roared, and an ancient character in the void radiated divine light that reached the heavens.

"It's me!" Ye Fan stood in the distance, undaunted.

The ancient characters shone brightly, condensing into a gigantic purple claw that blotted out the sky. It tore through the heavens, carrying an aura of annihilation, and swept down from the sky, determined to completely erase Ye Fan, body and soul!
However, just as the giant claw was about to fall, a furnace suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's hand.

The furnace was blurry and indistinct, seemingly existing between reality and illusion, yet it emanated a real Saint-level aura. Dao patterns flowed around the furnace, and faint flames permeated the air.

"Om-"

The furnace mouth opened slightly, and a suction force erupted, forcibly pulling the giant purple claw into the furnace! The ancient characters collapsed, the light dissipated, and it finally turned into nothingness.

Zi Tian is dead!
This was the most dazzling battle for humanity since the Northern Emperor Teng was defeated by the Golden Celestial Maiden! It was also the first time in many years that someone had completely annihilated an ancient royal figure in a direct confrontation. The humiliation that countless human cultivators had suppressed for years was released in this moment.

After killing Zi Tiandu, Ye Fan did not leave. He continued to sit cross-legged under the moon and scanned the area with his divine sense, discovering that many old acquaintances had also come.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure.

At that moment, Zixia was also mingling in the crowd, and she found someone.

(End of this chapter)