The Heaven-shattering: Starting from the Ji family, achieving enlightenment and becoming an emperor

Chapter 148 The Terrifying Emperor
"Hey, that person... looks exactly like the one in the painting. He must be the immortal from that time!"

Suddenly, an old man on his deathbed showed a look of surprise in his cloudy eyes, and he walked forward tremblingly. He saw Ye Fan.

By the lake, Ye Fan stood quietly, in his own world, looking at Lake Ayu and thinking about every bit of the past.

"Excuse me, are you the immortal from that time?" The old man's voice trembled.

Ye Fan turned around, saw them, sighed softly, and said nothing.

"It's him...the person in the painting!"

"Our ancestors saw him before. He was walking here with a female bodhisattva. He once shed divine light and helped many people."

"Yes, that female Bodhisattva once practiced here and saved many people. Many people have her portrait in their homes."

Their ancestors lived here. They once said that there was a female Bodhisattva who practiced here and was very kind to the people of the entire plateau. She cured the seriously ill, bathed newborn babies with divine light, helped herders open up fertile pastures, and brought rivers to irrigate the fields.

Someone once saw this female Bodhisattva walking with Ye Fan. The two of them looked like a pair of immortal lovers, which left a deep impression on the ancestors of the herdsmen.

"Is the female Bodhisattva still here?" An old man pushed away the support of his grandchildren, knelt down and asked in gratitude.

Ye Fan felt very uncomfortable, and now he was the only one left. How should he respond? He raised his hand and sprinkled a rain of light, covering everyone, making the elderly in their twilight years vigorous, making the middle-aged people free of all diseases, and making the children energetic and healthier.

"It was the divine man of the past, the one who was with the female Bodhisattva. Can you tell us where the female Bodhisattva went? We have been worshipping her portrait and are grateful to her for generations."

Behind, a herdsman boldly asked loudly.

Ye Fan was silent, his hands slowly moved, the ground rumbled, and the entire plateau shook. Now that his source technique had reached its peak, he could change the world, and soon he connected to the underground dragon vein, and spiritual energy surged.

Then he soared into the air, and with his fingers like a knife, he plowed rivers on the ground. Soon water flowed along the rivers, nourishing the barren land and bringing it back to life.

"The immortal has appeared. Thank God for his gift!"

When many herdsmen saw this scene, they fell to their knees and cheered like a tsunami.

"If it's not God's will, if it's not the world's love, don't worship me. This is what the female Bodhisattva in your heart once did. I think if she were still alive, she would do the same. If you want to offer sacrifices, if you want to worship, please respect her, and remember her name - An Miaoyi!"

In the sky, Ye Fan's figure faded.

In an era when Mount Sumeru was torn apart, the Great Leiyin Temple collapsed, Buddhism declined, and faith was lost, the sentient beings on the Ayu Plateau never forgot this female Bodhisattva, which shows how deeply she was rooted in people's hearts in the past.

From this day on, the collapsed ruins of the ancient Agama Temple were rebuilt, and the ancient temple was rebuilt, once again stained with a sacred glow in the sunset. The rubble was washed by the herdsmen and covered on top, and it was still the original ancient material.

The temple does not enshrine the ancient Buddhas, but only a woman, An Miaoyi. People pray to her every day, and the incense is burning more and more. The original clay statues are beginning to have vitality and luster.

Ye Fan went to the Landuo Temple again, but unfortunately he could not find anything, not even a trace of it. He climbed up Mount Xumi, but now it was no longer as grand as before, and it was a bit deserted. Although many strong men and preachers came from the Amitabha Ancient Star Region, they could not compare with the grand atmosphere of the former first holy land of Buddhism.

Bodhi trees are everywhere, stretching all over the mountains and plains.

Ye Fan walked aimlessly, leaving footprints on Mount Xumi alone. Then he headed eastward, across Zhongzhou, and headed to the Eastern Wilderness, looking for traces of the past.

Unfortunately, everything was like a dream, like a dream and like lightning, all buried in the past. "Miaoyi is gone..." Ye Fan walked alone in the mountains and rivers, wandering in the wilderness, like a lone wolf, and was very lonely against the blood-red setting sun.

He wanted to become stronger, he wanted to reach the level where he could fight the Supreme. Looking back over the past five hundred years, every little thing that happened made his heart moved and boil, and his blood gradually began to flow.

"I'm going to break into the underworld!"

With a long roar, all the mountains and valleys were roaring. He was like a comet across the sky, and his traces appeared in many places that day.

When he found the ruins of the Northern Region God's City and held a memorial ceremony there, it caused a sensation. Someone recognized him, and the news spread across the Eastern Wilderness like a hurricane.

"The Holy Body Ye Fan who disappeared for many years is back!"

“Oh my god, he’s here. Today’s peerless master has killed six or seven ancient princes. Who can compete with him?”

The land of Eastern Wilderness shook as countless powerful men came. Especially many up-and-coming cultivators and young powerful men who had risen in recent decades were extremely excited.

"Senior, is it really you?"

"Senior Ye, please accept me as your disciple!"

A group of people gathered around him, some of them excitedly paid homage to him, while others knelt down, wanting to become his disciples.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Ye Fan's former opponents have either been reduced to ashes or beaten so badly by his disciples that they cannot even raise their heads. His name is known throughout the galaxy, and naturally many people admire him.

The achievements of that battle more than 300 years ago cannot be erased. He died a martyr, his blood splattered in the starry sky, and his miraculous return after hundreds of years naturally became a legend.

Ye Fan looked at these young faces and thought of a lot. He used to be so full of vigor and ambition, but now he found that all his pursuits have slowly changed.

Only five hundred years had passed since the road was built, but his life had already been filled with irreparable regrets. One can imagine what those great emperors who survived hundreds of battles and lived alone until old age had to face. It’s desolate to think about it.

Ye Fan helped up those still slightly immature boys, silently walked through the crowd and went away into the distance. How could he have the mood to accept disciples?

Some old friends outside the crowd saw him. Holy places such as Wanchu and Dayan collapsed in the dark ages, and only a small number of people survived. When they saw Ye Fan today, their expressions were extremely complicated.

A middle-aged man with white hair like snow had a wooden expression. He was the later chosen Wanchu Saint Son. Although he succeeded to the throne as the Saint Lord, they eventually fell into decline and retired to the mortal world. Looking at Ye Fan, who was once as famous as himself but is now famous throughout the universe, he could only smile bitterly. Time is so ruthless and has buried too much.

One of the women had clear eyes and was looking quietly, as calm as before. Ye Fan felt something and looked back and nodded. He recognized that it was Saint Maiden Daoyi. He had met her several times before and had a good impression of her.

"Brother Ye, you really make us only able to watch from afar. What was said before about the perfect holy body that will make you invincible in the world is about to come true." Another majestic man with black hair said beside the road.

"Don't forget that there is still the strongest person in the world today, the Emperor of Heaven, and the Great Saint Body sitting in the Heavenly Palace!"

These words brought him back to his senses, as if he remembered something terrifying.

A ruthless man who pacified all the forbidden areas. Even the previous emperors had never achieved such a great feat.

(End of this chapter)