Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 126 - 99: Blood-Red Setting Sun, Battle at the Summit, Silent Tribute

On the summit of South Peak, amidst an endless sea of grass.

A figure in simple clothing slowly stood up, sleeves fluttering, long hair flying, as he raised his eyes, the wind and clouds surged, making the whole person appear ethereal and spiritual.

The current Ye Xiaofan, compared to his time in Star Moon City, had undergone an astonishing transformation, now the useless person seemed to have transformed into another person.

"Early Stage of the Eighth Layer of the Profound Sea Realm?"

Ye Xiaofan murmured to himself, the first thing he did upon awakening was to slowly look at his own hands, and when he suddenly clenched his fists, an unprecedented surge of power flowed through him, even he was filled with shock, and this feeling of possessing terrifying power was indeed tantalizing.

Sensing the changes within himself.

An inexplicable sense of confidence rose in Ye Xiaofan’s heart.

At this moment, he seemed to have the illusion that everything in the world was within his grasp, perhaps this was the illusion that comes after becoming strong.

Without hesitation, after a brief moment of sensing, Ye Xiaofan inwardly observed his own Profound Sea.

Instantly.

Boom boom boom!

An endless aura of terrifying power came rushing at him, almost extinguishing his Spiritual Sense.

Ye Xiaofan’s Spiritual Sense quietly stood above his Profound Sea, looking at the booming, boundless ’ocean’, he was greatly shocked.

His current Profound Sea had expanded by who knows how many times, the sea of Spiritual Liquid within it was constantly rumbling, and every wave carried a world-destroying aura.

"Is this the power contained in the Spiritual Liquid after undergoing seven transformations?" Ye Xiaofan’s Spiritual Sense seemed like a drop in the ocean, slowly flying above the boundless ’sea’.

Gazing at the already extremely terrifying Spiritual Liquid, even Ye Xiaofan could not have imagined that he would one day possess such vast and unimaginable power, and at this time, within the ocean of Spiritual Liquid, the pale golden Spiritual Liquid was noticeably more concentrated and deeper in color.

The power within the golden Spiritual Liquid was unimaginably terrifying.

Yet unfortunately, Ye Xiaofan attempted to mobilize a trace of the golden power, even though he had broken through the Eighth Layer of the Profound Sea Realm, he still could not use this power ’without backlash’.

What shocked Ye Xiaofan the most was the tender sprout Martial Soul within his body, which had originally been only about ten inches tall, but had now grown to half a meter, and the palm-sized leaves had also more than doubled, with the ancient Inscriptions on the leaves becoming clearer and more mysterious.

To this day, Ye Xiaofan still didn’t know what those ancient Inscription patterns represented, only that whenever he stared at them, his head would ache uncontrollably, and his Spiritual Sense would be forced to retreat from the Profound Sea.

The entire tender sprout Martial Soul quietly rooted above the Profound Sea, emitting an even more terrifying Martial Soul Power, and the aura that occasionally fluctuated on it made even Ye Xiaofan himself feel waves of unease and dread.

Five months of Hell Level cultivation had been extremely painful and tormenting for Ye Xiaofan, but fortunately, his efforts finally paid off.

The current him was completely different from five months ago, whether it was in Array Dao, Sword Dao, Realm, strength, Martial Soul, or physical body, everything had undergone earth-shattering changes, and his mere presence gave others a sense of great terror, like a sword that could be drawn at any moment, still as an immovable object, but once moved, it would change the color of heaven and earth.

It could be said that at this moment, in the eyes of others, Ye Xiaofan might very well be considered a true Demon Fiend.

After briefly scanning his current achievements, Ye Xiaofan’s Spiritual Sense retreated from the Profound Sea, slowly calming his mind, and his whole being gradually returned to tranquility.

He opened his eyes, took a small step, and leisurely walked towards Dugu Nan and the others.

Yin Tianzheng and the others silently watched the figure walking towards them, shock evident in their eyes, as if the one approaching them was not a newly entered disciple of the Divine Sword Sect of one year and four months, but rather one of the peerless Demon Fiends from the Seventy-Two Small Peaks.

Ye Xiaofan came before everyone, first bowing slightly to Dugu Nan, then to Qi Yun and Yin Tianzheng, and for everyone present, he bowed deeply one by one.

If it weren’t for his master, Qi Yun, as well as Yin Tianzheng and over a dozen Array Peak Elders, he wouldn’t have been able to grow so much in just five months, as everyone here had exerted all their strength, sparing no effort to cultivate him, making him what he is today. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Seeing Ye Xiaofan bowing deeply to each individual, Yin Tianzheng and several Elders nodded slightly.

"Go on, the world ahead belongs to you, South Peak is no longer suitable for your continued cultivation, besides coming back to practice the remaining Sword Techniques, your main task in the future is to cultivate diligently there, striving to condense the Spiritual Essence as soon as possible."

While speaking, Dugu Nan slowly looked towards the true gathering place of the peerless Demon Fiends of the Divine Sword Sect.

There, at the Holy Spirit Peak where countless peerless powerhouses of the Divine Sword Sect were born, stood one hundred and eight peaks like a sea, deep as a vast Dragon Pool.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaofan once again bowed deeply to Dugu Nan, without the man’s unconditional nurturing, he might still be struggling bitterly among the newly entered disciples like the peerless prodigies, his gratitude for the master-student relationship akin to a second creation.

After bidding farewell to everyone at South Peak, Ye Xiaofan lifted his heavy steps and slowly walked towards the direction of the Seventy-Two Small Peaks.

Yin Tianzheng and more than a dozen Array Peak Elders watched as the slowly disappearing figure, sighing repeatedly: "With such an inheritor, Sword Saint senior is like a fish in water, truly enviable to others."