Chapter 575

Chapter 575: Haotian Divine Furnace

The heavenly Dao was vast and boundless, impervious to obstruction.

The hand of the heavens descended. The divine ship was like a lone vessel in the Primordial Chaos River, trembling unsteadily. The destruction of the four seemed imminent.

"So what if it’s blasphemous?"

Mu Fanyin’s expression was lightly composed. She didn’t move at all, and her palm opened as a flower slowly bloomed.

It turned out to be Ye Li’s Primordial Spirit Flower.

"Eh… Isn’t the Primordial Spirit Flower in my Purple Palace?" Ye Li exclaimed in alarm. Even when the hand of the heavens descended and the danger was imminent, he hadn’t been so panicked.

Could Mu Fanyin really have stolen the treasure from his Purple Palace without a sound?

Under Mu Fanyin’s control, this flower bloomed, its petals opening as boundless primordial energy surged like tides. One of the petals reached sky and earth, supporting the hand of the heavens.

Swish!

The next second, Mu Fanyin disappeared from the spot.

"Mm…"

Not long after, a muffled groan was heard, and a drop of golden Dao blood fell from the sky, landing in the Primordial Chaos, evolving into myriad wonders.

Bang!

A figure descended from the sky.

A trace of paleness flashed across Mu Fanyin’s face, difficult to detect.

She swung her sleeves, and the hand of the heavens shattered violently. For billions of miles around, the sky grew clear again, but not a trace of the aura of life could be felt anymore.

Since ancient times, Heaven has executed the most killings.

Sending down calamities and tribulations—none occurred apart from the will of Heaven.

Mu Fanyin’s jade hand lightly wiped through the void, and that drop of golden Dao blood flew back to her palm. Within the Dao blood, heavenly divine patterns intertwined, containing vigorous vitality.

"Elder, my flower…" Ye Li looked at that drop of Dao blood with an aggrieved expression and eager eyes.

The Primordial Spirit Flower had supported the hand of the heavens, and at least twenty of its petals were worn away. That was a large amount of Hongmeng points. How could Ye Li not feel heartache?

"This drop of blood will be compensation."

Mu Fanyin flicked her finger, and the golden Dao blood flew toward Ye Li.

"Thank you, Elder."

Ye Li’s face broke into a smile.

Dao Sovereign Qingyuan was astounded. She hadn’t fully understood Ye Li’s temperament yet, and she found it hard to imagine how a top Dao Sovereign could be so attached to external things?

"This was just a probing attack," Mu Fanyin said lightly.

Ye Li took the golden Dao blood and the Primordial Spirit Flower, and asked, "Could it be that the attacker was a Dao Ancestor?"

"No way?"

Li Ruoyu was incredulous.

"Indeed."

Mu Fanyin said, "However, this person was injured by me. He shall take a period of time to recover."

"For a short while, we likely won’t face trouble."

"But, after this battle, the Haotian lineage’s entry into the mortal world has become certain. Heaven’s Secret Pavilion stands apart from the secular world and has dealt them two serious blows. When they emerge, they will inevitably view Heaven’s Secret Pavilion as an enemy."

Ye Li’s gaze flickered.

He wasn’t overly concerned about the cultivators of the Haotian lineage.

What astonished him was Mu Fanyin’s strength.

Despite being fellow Dao Ancestors, she managed to injure him within a quarter hour. Her power now seemed to have risen to a whole new level compared to that day at Yuqing Palace.

"Could this be her strength at her peak?" Ye Li muttered inwardly. "Has she already returned to her peak?"

"The individuals of this lineage possess incredibly strong power," said Li Ruoyu, still haunted by the terror.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, numerous starships and tower vessels arrived.

"Esteemed predecessor’s skill is truly marvelous, effortlessly dispelling such danger," hailed the ancestral dragon from afar, cupping his hands in salute.

Celestial Lord Linglong, Eternal Celestial Lord, and others also appeared.

Within the void, countless hidden auras focused their attention on those aboard the divine ship.

"Did you come to see if I was dead?" Mu Fanyin asked coolly.

The ancestral dragon’s smile froze solid.

That was indeed his intent.

But how could he possibly admit it?

The ancestral dragon chuckled awkwardly, "Esteemed predecessor, why would you say such a thing?"

"My admiration for you, esteemed predecessor, swifter than an unending flow, surging like the Yellow River, unstoppable once…"

"…"

Bei Di Xuanwu stared, dumbstruck, clearly shaken by the ancestral dragon’s nerve.

Ye Li scratched his head.

Why did the ancestral dragon’s words sound so familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before?

"Esteemed predecessor, who were the assailants just now?" Eternal Celestial Lord’s eyes flickered slightly. That strike had been ridiculously powerful, imbued with the might of the Dao, certainly not of mundane origin. "Could it be the legendary Haotian lineage?"

Ye Li had already sold information about the Haotian lineage to various factions.

Thus, the Celestial Lords and Great Celestial Lords present were privy to the matter.

Mu Fanyin glanced at Ye Li.

"Just earning a little money," Ye Li mumbled, cheeks flushing as he pretended to be completely focused on nothing in particular.

"Knowing too much isn’t a good thing."

Mu Fanyin said lightly.

"Your lesson is rightly given, senior," Eternal Celestial Lord replied meekly, showing no defiance whatsoever.

Palace Master of Yuqing and Celestial Lord Xinyuan stood silently on the Starship, not daring to utter a word.

Only now did they realize how terrifying Mu Fanyin’s power truly was.

Back in Yuqing Immortal Domain, she had clearly held back considerably.

"If such a formidable figure willingly serves the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion," they wondered inwardly, "how immensely powerful must the pavilion’s master be?"

Could he be… Dao One?

"Senior Sister Linglong," Ye Li waved at Celestial Lord Linglong, "stay safe in Luoyang and await Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s proposal for your hand in marriage."

Ying Ziyu gritted her pearly teeth, her expression darkening.

"Naturally," Celestial Lord Linglong replied with a graceful smile.

"Li Ruoyu," Ye Li prodded, "aren’t you going to offer some response? At least give her a proper answer!"

Li Ruoyu sat still as a statue, feigning deafness.

The others also wore deeply peculiar expressions.

It was baffling—Heaven’s Secret Pavilion had just thoroughly thrashed Celestial Lord Wen, Celestial Lord Wu, and even the Empress of the Luoshen Dynasty in Yuqing Immortal Domain, yet now sought to propose marriage in Luoyang?

"Let us return."

Mu Fanyin turned away, and the divine ship leaped into the depths of space.

The gathering quickly dispersed.

Mu Fanyin entered a grand hall.

"Pfft—"

She could support herself no longer, collapsing weakly to the floor.

Her Great Dao World didn’t consist of 108 layers, but only one—ever-changing yet adhering to its core essence, bearing faint resemblance to Ye Xu’s innate Easy Dao.

Now, though.

Her Great Dao World was covered in cracks, pierced by a terrifying divine force suppressing her power. Even reverting to past states couldn’t cleanse this affliction; the wounds festered continuously like maggots in bone.

Her injuries were profound.

…

High above, rippling radiance shimmered across the heavens as if gestating some profound and wondrous dimension.

This was an arcane world.

Here, the Heavenly Dao endured eternal.

No lives faded away, no sense of vitality withering or Great Dao extinguishing could be felt. Residence here seemed synonymous with true immortality.

Within a divine palace.

A youth of unparalleled beauty sat with lowered eyelids, crowned in gold and robed in golden attire.

A cut was torn on his hand.

Within the flesh and blood, the Symbols transformed in countless ways, harboring various powers—so utterly bizarre that despite exhausting all possible means, he couldn’t purge Mu Fanyin’s power in a short time.

"This power is far too sinister."

The young man in the golden robe looked grim.

It resembled the Great Dao of creation, yet surpassed it by several tiers—more like an enhanced, ultimate version of the Great Dao of creation—utterly unfathomable.

"Mu Fanyin originated from the yin realm, styling herself Dao Ancestor Tuntian, yet this power bears no relation to the Origin Dao of devouring…" The young man in the golden robe murmured.

"Ancestor."

Just then, two figures entered the divine hall.

They were none other than the Heavenly Venerate and Shen Le, who had previously appeared at the Dao Clan’s ancestral land.

"You’re injured?"

The Heavenly Venerate exclaimed, astonished.

The young man in the golden robe nodded. "She too is wounded by me, and her injuries are graver than my own."

"What origin does Heaven’s Secret Pavilion truly possess?" that Heavenly Venerate solemnly inquired. "A faction capable of subduing Dao Ancestor Tuntian for its service—such formidable adversaries merit the utmost vigilance."

"Hmph!"

The young man in the golden robe snorted coldly. "So what if they are mighty?"

"Beneath Heaven’s Mandate, even dragons must coil! Even tigers must crouch!"

Pass my decree: our kin are to enter the mortal world.

The young man in the golden robe declared coldly. "Heaven’s Secret Pavilion has defied the Heavenly Dao, committing crimes beyond forgiveness. We are the Haotian Divine Offspring—we must not allow this den to stain the sacred lands of the yang realm!"

"As decreed!"

"Shen Le."

The young man in the golden robe called.

"Your disciple is present."

Shen Le knelt on one knee. "What does the Ancestor command?"

Whoosh!

A streak of golden light shot forth. Shen Le caught it; it was a golden divine pearl, seemingly nurturing an embryonic form—profoundly peculiar.

"Go to the Haotian Divine Furnace. Remake Shen You."

The young man in the golden robe instructed lightly.

"Await Shen You’s emergence, then enter the mortal world alongside him."

"Your disciple thanks the Ancestor on Shen You’s behalf."

Shen Le replied joyfully.

Cultivators of the Haotian lineage could endlessly regenerate their bodies; their most vital memories remained perpetually preserved within the Pure Land.

Should they perish one day, they could be reconstructed with the Haotian Divine Furnace.

Infused with those memories, the reborn being was indistinguishable from the original.

After all.

With the Heavenly Dao overseeing all as supreme arbiter, they merely needed to execute its commands—never requiring independent thought.