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damn Heavenly Venerate!
Whose dog is this?!” Daoist Duan De grimaced, shaking his arm repeatedly in pain.
However, he couldn’t shake off the Black Emperor.
The large black dog, its massive mouth open wide enough to swallow a millstone, was fiercely biting him.
“AH!” “AH!” “AH!”…
“WOOF!” “WOOF!” “WOOF!”…
Both Daoist Duan De and the large black dog were shouting—one in heart-wrenching pain, the other biting with fervor.
One was trying to break free, while the other refused to let go.
The Black Emperor’s body was remarkably large.
Its huge head, emerging from the cauldron, looked quite savage as it bit Daoist Duan De, almost swallowing half of him.
CLANG.
The large black dog suddenly pressed its massive paws on the broken bowl on Daoist Duan De’s head.
Abandoning the shameless Daoist’s arm, it bit down on the broken bowl, trying to snatch it away.
It was never one to suffer losses.
Although it had intentionally sent out the ancient animal hide scroll, it felt it couldn’t let the opponent benefit for free.
Eyeing the treasure, it wanted to grab Daoist Duan De’s mystical object.
“Shameless…
Heavenly Venerate!
This is infuriating!” He had always been the one snatching others’ treasures.
Today, not only was he bitten by a dog, but he was also having his treasures snatched by one.
Daoist Duan De’s nose nearly twisted in anger.
The broken bowl trembled slightly, instantly emitting a terrifying destructive force.
The Black Emperor was taken aback; a Golden Bell began to shake within its divine sense.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan lent a hand, activating his cauldron and striking towards the shameless Daoist.
However, the broken bowl was still intimidating, containing unimaginable and frightening power, though it was not truly unleashed.
The Black Emperor’s heart skipped a beat.
A crack appeared on its forehead, and a third vertical eye opened, shooting a dark ray towards Daoist Duan De’s Sea of Consciousness.
Ye Fan also sensed the danger.
Without another word, the golden little lake between his brows shot out a golden sword about an inch long, slashing towards Daoist Duan De’s forehead.
Whether it was the Black Emperor’s Golden Bell or Ye Fan’s cauldron, both were blocked by the broken bowl; weapon attacks were ineffective.
However, the divine sense attack was too sudden.
Daoist Duan De exclaimed, was immediately struck, and staggered back.
“WOOF!” “WOOF!” “WOOF!”…
The dog’s barks shook the heavens.
The Black Emperor suddenly leaped out of the cauldron and perched on the bowl.
Using the Golden Bell for protection, it clutched the broken bowl tightly while its powerful divine sense surged like a tide.
“Not good, retreat quickly!” Ye Fan shouted in a low voice.
He realized the bowl was no ordinary object; it exuded a sense of dread, and he feared the Black Emperor might suffer a mishap.
Before retreating, the Black Emperor viciously bit into Daoist Duan De’s side, tearing his Daoist robe to shreds, then turned into a dark light and retreated into Ye Fan’s cauldron.
The shameless Daoist was severely bitten.
His Daoist robe was tattered like a beggar’s, and dog teeth marks covered him.
He looked as pitiful as could be.
“Infinite Heavenly Venerate!
Damn it, I, your Daoist Master, got bitten by a dog!” “Infinite Origin!
Damn it, I, your Emperor, bit a bull-nosed Taoist!” the Black Emperor retorted sharply.
“Where did this dog demon e from?” The shameless Daoist looked gloomy.
Seeing all the dog tooth marks, he really wanted to feast on dog meat right then and there; it was the first time he had suffered such a significant loss.
“Whose bull-nosed Taoist wasn’t tied up?” The Black Emperor also looked displeased, howling loudly.
The shameless Daoist’s nose almost twisted in anger.
He said, “I was about to say, whose dog wasn’t tied up?!” “I haven’t finished yet!
Whose bull-nosed Taoist ran out?!” The Black Emperor bared its teeth.
Those present were dumbfounded.
These two really were a piece of work, leaving people speechless.
Ye Fan, however, wanted to laugh.
This fatty never suffered losses.
He had snatched many things from Ye Fan and was later stuffed into the Demon Emperor’s Yin Grave by all the Sacred Masters, yet he had still run out full of life.
It was rare for him to take a hit like today.
“Forget it, I’m too lazy to bother with you,” the Black Emperor said, having taken full advantage, finally affecting an air of haughty disregard.
The shameless Daoist pointed his finger at the Black Emperor, about to say something, but Ye Fan interrupted him.
“Daoist, what do you mean?” He deliberately put on a stern face, glaring at Daoist Duan De with a hostile expression.
“Although we have some history, for you to scheme against an old friend like this—do you think that’s acceptable?” “Infinite Heavenly Venerate!
This humble Daoist feared that Junior Brother Ye would suffer losses.
With so many people eyeing you covetously, I offered to keep the Ancient Scroll safe for you.
Would your benefits have been any less in the end?” “Fatty, your greed will meet its retribution.” Ye Fan said no more, appearing displeased on the surface but laughing heartily inside.
Daoist Duan De could freely enter and exit the force field created by the Chaos Stone.
The field couldn’t hold him; the dull black, broken bowl he possessed emitted slight ripples, counteracting the restraint.
The Black Emperor transmitted its voice to Ye Fan, saying, “There’s definitely something incredible inside this broken bowl.
It seems to be sealed, and he doesn’t want to reveal it.
Truly unimaginable.” Ye Fan nodded in agreement.
He didn’t want to truly fall out and fight this fatty; the fellow was unfathomable, and there was no telling how many trump cards he had hidden.
The others were also very surprised.
They couldn’t guess what kind of wondrous treasure Daoist Duan De possessed, but it was certainly astonishing.
SWISH.
Light flashed, and Daoist Duan De exited the force field created by the Chaos Stone.
He landed on the ground and tucked the Ancient Scroll into his robes.
Everyone stared at him, especially the Saint Heirs and sacred ladies suspended in midair, all feeling deeply resentful.
It wasn’t that their cultivation bases were weak, but they lacked such strange treasures and were utterly helpless while bound there.
“Daoist Duan, are you planning to leave?” Yan Ruyu’s lotus-like steps moved lightly as she looked at him with a half-smile.
Facing the demon clan princess wielding an Extreme Dao Weapon, Daoist Duan De was on high alert, his expression shifting不定 (uncertainly).
THUD!
On the Chaos Stone, the Fire God Furnace trembled.
The three trapped inside did not want to sit idly by and await their doom; they exerted all their efforts to break free.
The Saint Heir of Flickering Light, the Golden-winged Little Peng King, and Yao Xi—none of them were ordinary people.
Ye Fan secretly transmitted his voice, “Black Emperor, can you help me seal this Fire Furnace?
Ensure that even if it’s removed from the Chaos Stone, they won’t be able to break out.” “That’s challenging…” The Black Emperor frowned.
“This old furnace is sturdy but peculiar.
I’m afraid there’s no way to inscribe Dao Glyphs on it.” Think carefully, see if there’s a way.
Ye Fan felt time was pressing; he feared there wasn’t enough time to refine the three.
“Inscribing Dao Glyphs requires a lot of precious materials.
Where could we find them in such a short time?
It’s impossible,” the Black Emperor shook its head.
Materials needed… Suddenly, a thought struck Ye Fan.
He remembered a mysterious art from the Dao Scripture—a few simple inscriptions, limited in content.
However, he had studied it seriously and had previously used that Forbidden Technique: using a Vessel to suppress oneself and achieve “Eternity.” Nine mysterious ancient symbols!
No other precious materials are needed; just inscribe them on a Vessel to achieve suppression!
Ye Fan quickly took action.
This time, of course, it wasn’t to suppress himself but to suppress the three great masters.
“Black Emperor Guardian!” His expression was solemn.
Unable to refine the three great masters here, he planned to seal them pletely.
RUMBLE…
Suddenly, a violent tremor came from outside the main hall.
Someone was forcibly uprooting the large flags Ye Fan had arrayed and was about to break in.
All the Saint Heirs and sacred ladies showed expressions of joy, assuming their own people had arrived.
Not good… Ye Fan calmed himself, his heart and mind serene, as he began inscribing a brand on the Fire God Furnace.
His expression was extremely solemn.
Using his Heart Spirit as a pen, he inscribed an unrecognizable ancient symbol on the furnace lid.
Each stroke was drawn with such focus that he momentarily forgot everything outside.
WHISH.
Light flashed; the first brand was pleted and embedded into the furnace lid.
However, he didn’t dare to relax, unsure if this strange furnace, with its extraordinary self-healing abilities, would erase the mark.
There’s no sign of it disappearing; it seems it can remain.
He was overjoyed.
“You… you actually know how to inscribe such things?!” The Black Emperor was shocked, having just witnessed the symbol.
“Is there something special about it?” Ye Fan asked.
“This is a ‘word’ that only a Great Emperor would recognize; it is a ‘pattern’ of heaven and earth.
The specifics are very difficult for outsiders to prehend.” The Black Emperor stared at Ye Fan.
“How many such symbols do you know?
You must teach them to me someday.” Ye Fan’s heart jumped, but he said nothing more, quickly calming his emotions.
He stilled his mind and began inscribing again.
WHISH.
Light flickered.
The second ancient symbol, then the third… He continuously inscribed seven ancient symbols.
The furnace lid instantly became hazy, securely sealing the Fire Furnace.
However, no one else noticed any of this; everyone was still watching Daoist Duan De, as he was the one who had acquired the Ancient Scroll.
BOOM!
Outside the Great Emperor’s bedroom, many people were taking action.
The hundreds of large flags Ye Fan had arrayed were being uprooted one by one.
Finally, with a loud tremor, more than a dozen people walked in.
These individuals looked to be anywhere from their late thirties to their forties, but their true ages were unknown.
They all walked with posure and calm demeanors, clearly exuding extraordinary auras.
Among them was a man wearing a Five-Colored Feather Robe.
He was naturally endowed with an air of pride and was extraordinarily striking, with sword-like brows that slanted up to his temples.
He cast a disdainful gaze over everyone in the hall, his eyes eventually shooting two sharp beams of light that fixed on Ji Haoyue.
“Kong Teng, what are you doing?” someone beside him demanded.
Everyone in the hall was shocked.
Who was Kong Teng?
He was the Peacock King’s true successor disciple, having inherited the Peacock King’s Supreme Mysterious Technique.
His strength was unfathomable.
In the past, it was he who had hunted Ji Haoyue across the southern region, leaving him with no escape route between heaven and earth, almost causing his death in the wilds.
“Relax, I won’t make a move here.
After all, you have more people; how many from our demon clan have e?” Kong Teng responded coldly.
Everyone gasped.
These dozen or so middle-aged individuals were no easy marks; they were all extraordinary figures from the various Sacred Lands, a half-generation to a full generation older than the young people present.
WHISH.
WHISH.
Light continuously flickered.
Ye Fan finally inscribed the last two symbols into the furnace lid, pletely sealing the Fire God Furnace.
At this, he let out a long breath of relief.
“Daoist Duan…” Kong Teng swept his gaze over the Chaos Stone for a few moments, then fixed his stare on Daoist Duan De.
The dozen or so individuals who entered with him all possessed great reputations, their statuses no less than Kong Teng’s.
They were all prodigious talents from the previous generation of the various Sacred Lands, and they too fixed their gazes on Daoist Duan De.
“Everything can be discussed…” Daoist Duan De said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, taking out the Ancient Scroll.
“Senior Brother, please take action and rescue the Saint Heir and Sacred Lady!” A disciple of Flickering Light stepped forward, respectfully saluting a middle-aged man.
This man appeared to be thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old.
He was tall and powerfully built, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, exuding an imposing and heroic aura that naturally manded respect, like an Immortal King.
Many present paled, instantly realizing who this was: Chu Lingkong of Flickering Light, who had once been just a step away from being chosen as the Saint Heir.
“Is that so?
Someone actually managed to capture both my Flickering Light’s Sacred Lady and Saint Heir?!” Chu Lingkong’s eyes, deep as the ocean, looked towards the figures suspended in midair.
Ye Fan remained posed, sitting cross-legged on the Chaos Stone.
He was still channeling the fire-controlling art to refine the three prodigious talents within the furnace.
He spoke calmly, “I intend to suppress them for one year.
When the time is up, I will release them back to their Sacred Lands.” Everyone’s expression changed.
A mere little cultivator from the Dao Palace secret realm dared to suppress the heirs of Sacred Lands!
If word of this spread, it would undoubtedly shock the entire world.
He actually dared to utter such words; there wasn’t a single person from the major Sacred Lands who wasn’t astounded.
This was a monstrous talent indeed!
His name might have been heard of in the past, to some extent, but the prominent figures of the various Sacred Lands had paid it no mind.
Today, however, they were destined to remember this name.
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