The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Splitting the Weird Plateau with an Axe

Chapter 185 Ye Fan's Enlightenment
Inside the forbidden zone of gods and demons.

"Old Li is getting stronger and stronger."

Pang Bo looked up at the sky and sighed.

"We need to hurry, the great chaos that Old Li mentioned earlier is probably coming."

Ye Fan's eyes flickered.

His thoughts ran deeper than Pang Bo's, after all, Old Li's background was extremely complicated.

If something can make him become stronger so quickly at any cost, then the terror and scope of that chaotic world must be extraordinary.

Subsequently, Ye Fan personally set up an array, using Origin Technique to seal off the ten directions.

Then, they set up a Heaven-Deceiving Array, which could even deceive the heavens, so naturally no one else could see it.

He took out the Bodhi Ancient Tree, planted it on the Divine Demon Ridge, and watered it with the life-giving essence of the Ancient Celestial Venerable. The tree was lush and green, its branches and leaves swaying and rustling.

Under the sixteen-foot-tall Bodhi tree, a group of people meditate, earnestly cultivating themselves and comprehending their own path and Dharma.

In addition, Ye Fan planted the Qilin Ancient Medicine in front of everyone. Its plant shimmered with purple light, was crystal clear, had a fragrant aroma, and was full of vital energy, making people feel even more at peace.

Time flies, and this seal has lasted for thirty years. They were isolated from the outside world, seeking enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, tempering their souls and bones, and comprehending their own Dharma and path.

Thirty years may seem like nothing in the grand scheme of things, but for a human being, it can be a time when many things happen and a life can be changed.

Over the years, people have occasionally awakened under the Bodhi tree, where the essence of the Qilin Immortal Medicine permeates the air, flowing with fragrance.

This brought peace to Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and others, imbuing them with the power of Tao and Dharma, and the sounds of ancient scriptures echoed from time to time.

After thirty years, Longma finally refined the divine crystal of his ancestor and received its inheritance.

His body was brimming with dragon energy, and his crimson dragon scales clanged. He had awakened several times before going off alone to undergo tribulations.

Now, Longma has absolute confidence that he can look down on the ancient starry road.

Originally the exclusive mount of an ancient emperor, it possesses boundless potential. After awakening, it merges with the laws and the Tao, refining the crystallized inheritance of the ancient ancestors, making it extremely powerful.

After thirty years of seclusion and enlightenment, it reached the ninth level of the Saint King realm. This was only because it focused on solidifying its foundation; otherwise, it would have directly entered the Great Saint realm.

The path of a cultivator becomes increasingly narrow, and every small step forward requires paying a more severe and enormous price than the last.

Many people find it difficult to even advance to the first level, let alone the third level, within thirty years.

The most amazing person in history, Du Mu, was a powerful god-race supreme being who spent a hundred years cultivating to reach the peak of the Great Sage realm, shocking the entire universe.

However, Du Mu made no further progress in his life and remained stuck at this point for the rest of his life.

He was a legend, but also the greatest tragedy. Everyone thought he was destined to become emperor.

During these thirty years of enlightenment, one of the twelve saints, a powerful member of the Light Clan, suffered an accident and turned into ashes on the spot.

The woman from the Winged Clan lost her Dao heart during her tribulation, went mad, her primordial spirit left her body, and indiscriminately devoured the Great Five Elements Lightning. Unfortunately, she turned to dust and perished here.

It is lamentable that even the most outstanding individuals faced such difficulties on their path to success; one can only imagine how much more difficult and dangerous the path must be for ordinary people.

Someone once said that the greatest victory is to live. In the end, people of the same era are not compared by their fighting strength, but by who can live the longest.

A sense of melancholy lingered as thirty-five pure white petals danced in the air. The living dragon-horse and blue phoenix bid farewell to their deceased loved ones, but could only fill the grave with earth and erect a cenotaph.

Those twelve saints who did not perish made significant progress during this enlightenment process, their hearts illuminated by the light of Bodhi wisdom, and they comprehended the true meaning of the Tao, refining their souls and bones.

The most powerful creatures, such as the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon and the Golden Lion, have reached the ninth level of the Saint King realm. It's not that they are not strong enough, but rather that their aptitude is somewhat weak.

Moreover, it is not a problem for them to catch up slowly, because the ninth level of the Saint King Realm will definitely be the biggest obstacle, blocking many geniuses.

Throughout history, countless extraordinary individuals have reached the ninth level of the Saint King realm prematurely, but after a lifetime of striving, they have never been able to enter the realm of the Great Saint.

This is a watershed moment. Those with exceptional talent who arrive too early may not be able to cross this threshold, while those who come later may not necessarily be blocked here.

For many cultivators, the transformation from a Saint King to a Great Saint is like a fish leaping into a dragon, representing the greatest nirvana and rebirth in their lives.

Therefore, this is why the Great Sage is so high above, able to look down on other sages and disregard them. Only those who cross this threshold can be considered equals; those who don't, even if they are at the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Sage King realm, are still inferior even if they fall just one step away.

The fundamental difference lies in the fact that they are not in the same field.

Having reached this stage, improving one's minor realm is no longer the biggest problem; what they need to consider is how high their own path can reach.

Because almost everyone will be blocked by the Great Sage, and as long as there is enough time, one can easily improve their minor cultivation level; it is not a difficult problem.

Nowadays, anyone aspiring to become emperor will focus on the issue of combat strength, and how to become the strongest among their peers is the primary concern.

In the distant sky, wind and thunder roared, and demonic energy soared to the heavens. Pang Bo roared, resisting the heavenly tribulation, appearing like an ancient demon lord who had lived for ten thousand years. With a wave of his hand, he seemed capable of knocking down the nine heavens.

His eyes flashed with divine light as he evolved his own laws and perfected his own path amidst the heavenly tribulation, roaring across the sky.

As his blood surged, he snapped a piece of coffin board into pieces, crunched it into essence, and became even more ferocious.

"This kid is beyond saving. He hates the coffin lid so much that he'll use it to vent his anger when he fights against the heavenly tribulation."

Longma made sarcastic remarks.

When the tribulation ended, Pang Bo overcame the major obstacle and reached the first level of the Great Saint Realm.

At this moment, every move he made exuded a surging demonic aura, like dark clouds pressing down overhead, radiating a vast and terrifying power.

His body was enormous, and now he was more than half a head taller. His muscles bulged all over his body, and he stood there like a giant monument. His bronze body, more than ten feet long, was intimidating.

"Hehe, it seems I've gained the most, advancing to the third level of the Heavenly Realm. Who can compete with me now?"

Ryoma, that bastard, arrogantly surveyed the crowd, exuding an air of seeking supremacy and undefeated supremacy.

"Tch, if I weren't trying to solidify my Dao Fruit, I would already be at the second level of the Great Saint Realm by now."

Pang Bo said with a disdainful look.

Decades ago, within the three hundred years of Old Li's time array, he had already touched the threshold of becoming a Great Sage.

If it weren't for needing to solidify his Dao Fruit foundation, he would have broken through to the next realm by now.

Now, after thirty years of enlightenment, he could no longer suppress it.

"Ye Fan has never woken up. What kind of Dao and Dharma is he comprehending?"

Under the Bodhi tree, Ye Fan sat quietly cross-legged, like a dignified and solemn statue, remaining motionless throughout.

Over the years, everyone else has awakened and undergone tribulations, but he has remained unchanged, as if he has passed away peacefully in meditation.

If it weren't for the powerful, dormant energy within him, everyone would have already stepped forward and woken him up.

Such a state of sitting in meditation can easily last for decades, a level rarely seen throughout history.

Twenty-odd days later, under the Bodhi tree, Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up, and a vast and unfathomable surge of blood energy emerged from him.

"I'm awake. It's time to undergo tribulation!"

However, Ye Fan did not attempt to undergo the tribulation.

Instead, he stood under the Bodhi tree, stretched out his legs and arms, and began to evolve a terrifying Tao and Dharma. The very first move caused the heavens and earth to groan in despair.

"What kind of law is this?"

Everyone was confused.

However, they knew that at Ye Fan's level, what he pursued was not only the improvement of his realm, but also the path to invincibility, to comprehend the unparalleled method in the world, and to have no rivals among his peers.

Clearly, he has gained something in the past thirty years and has begun to create his own secret techniques and Taoist methods.

(End of this chapter)