408: Chapter 413: Divine Overture Defying Fate 408: Chapter 413: Divine Overture Defying Fate In the Pure Land, petals drifted down, each stained with blood.
Shining like crystal, they resembled a rain of tears, a scene of poignant beauty.
The White-clothed Divine King sat cross-legged under the tree, his eyes closed, motionless.
Divine Spirit Blood flowed from him, blooming into the most beautiful flowers in the world, overshadowing all other scenery.
This was an eternal image, one that would not fade no matter how many years passed, forever etched in people’s hearts.
The world was very quiet, with only the sound of falling flowers.
Sparkling and fragrant, they danced piece by piece, flying out of the Pure Land and drifting into the divine city.
Clearly, many people were shouting, and the Jiang Family members were crying out in grief.
Yet, this world seemed so peaceful; only that eternal image emerged before them.
This was the power of the Pure Land: it made Heaven and Earth harmonious, purifying all noise and clamor, making them part of the beautiful scene.
In the Pure Land, Ye Fan could neither move nor speak, utterly unable to stop what was happening.
Six sparkling blood flowers bloomed, successively flying out from the heart of the peerless Divine King.
Exquisite and gorgeous, like colorful phoenixes soaring gracefully, they landed on Ye Fan’s body.
This was Divine Spirit Blood, able to purify all laws in the world.
Even the peerless Divine King possessed only a small amount; with the emergence of these six blood flowers, it was nearly exhausted.
Divine Spirit Blood possessed heaven-defying miraculous effects.
The first blood flower fell, flowing into the Innate Dao Map.
Ye Fan’s body trembled suddenly, as if freed from a layer of restraint.
He wanted to shout for the Divine King to stop, but no sound came out.
He was burning with anxiety, yet unable to change anything.
The second Divine Spirit Blood Flower fell.
The Innate Patterns were stained red, sparkling and being somewhat different.
The pain in Ye Fan’s nearly shattered body sharply reduced.
POP.
POP.
Six Divine Spirit Blood Flowers fell consecutively, merging into Ye Fan’s body and flowing into the Innate Dao Map.
This instantly allowed him to move; both his body and divine scan were nourished.
“Senior, please stop!” Ye Fan shouted.
The peerless Divine King sat motionless as the seventh Divine Spirit Blood Flower bloomed.
He intended to use his divine blood to cleanse Ye Fan’s curse, clarify the Great Dao, and sever the threads of cause and effect.
This was a self-sacrificing act.
With his Divine Spirit Blood exhausting, the Divine King would most likely cease to exist.
This blood was the very foundation of his being as a peerless expert; perhaps he would soon pass away in meditation.
The Innate Patterns dimmed.
The Divine Spirit Blood indeed possessed unmatched mystery, able to purify all cause and effect and eradicate the patterns of the Great Dao.
Ye Fan staggered forward, trying to approach the lush Ancient Tree and reach the White-clothed Divine King.
But the Pure Land seemed endless; no matter how he ran, he couldn’t get closer.
“Senior, if you perish, how could I live with myself?
I don’t want you to extinguish my curse with your lifeblood!” POP.
The eighth Divine Spirit Blood Flower bloomed.
The White-clothed Divine King became ever more serene, sitting under the sacred tree.
A layer of holy radiance flowed around him, as if he were a deity approaching the end of his life.
Sparkling Flower Rain fell upon him, making him appear transcendental and extraordinary.
He was using all his strength to defy Heaven, to reconnect the broken path for the sacred body, and to cleanse the Innate Dao Map with his own blood.
POP.
The ninth Divine Spirit Blood Flower bloomed.
The Innate Dao Map was cleaved out, rushing from Ye Fan’s body to hang suspended in mid-air.
This was the power of Divine Spirit Blood, able to sever cause and effect.
The peerless Divine King forcibly severed the Innate Dao Map’s connection with Ye Fan using his own strength.
Yet, he failed to pletely erase the patterns.
At this moment, his Divine Spirit Blood was exhausted; he possessed only nine such flowers in total.
The Pure Land shook.
The Divine King seemed petrified, motionless, without a shred of strength remaining.
“Divine King Ancestor!” the Jiang Family members cried out in grief, their voices finally reaching into the Pure Land.
The Pure Land was dimming, no longer able to keep the world quiet.
Outside, it had long been noisy, with many cultivators in an uproar.
“The Divine King is about to pass away in meditation!
A peerless existence ends today!” “A pity for the Divine King of an era!
Four thousand years ago, he was gallant and powerful, looking down upon the world with disdain.
Yet, at his zenith, he was sealed in the Purple Mountain.
Upon his return, he found his beloved gone and himself aged.” “The peerless Divine King once awed the world.
Though respected, half his life was desolate, and now it is about to conclude.” …
No one was unmoved.
People were all discussing, many sighed.
The life of the White-clothed Divine King made people sigh with emotion.
Ye Fan shouted, finally collapsing before the Divine King Tree.
He bowed before the Divine King, hot tears rolling from his eyes.
“Divine King, you cannot die…” The Divine King’s eyes opened, but they were dark and dull.
He said, “Heaven and Earth do not acknowledge it.
The curse is not yet broken… just one step away.” “Divine King, say no more!
I have a Qilin Divine Medicine Seed!
Quickly take it!” Though Ye Fan saw him open his eyes, he felt even more uneasy.
Once the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed appeared, an endless life aura immediately permeated the air, bringing vigorous vitality to the entire Pure Land.
“It’s useless.” The White-clothed Divine King shook his head.
Then, with a point of his finger, Ye Fan was immobilized again, unable to move.
The peerless Divine King began to chant the great Dao sound, his voice resounding through Heaven and Earth, suppressing all other noises.
Even the small golden creature undergoing its tribulation nearby felt much better as the overwhelming thunder light was subdued.
Everyone was shocked.
The peerless Divine King had exhausted his Divine Spirit Blood; how could he still possess such a profound cultivation base?
His realm was indeed too high, just as the Dark Night King had said: he had absolutely surpassed the realm of a Great Success Divine King.
All the Dao Divine Sound concentrated on a single point, enveloping the Innate Dao Map suspended in mid-air, preparing to erase it.
These sound waves were tangible and substantial, like waves of seven-colored ripples—clearly visible, incredibly splendid, and possessing an indescribable divine charm.
Outside, all the cultivators quieted down, sensing a profound and vast power.
Many felt their hearts grow peaceful, gaining some insight under this Dao Heavenly Sound.
“Oh heavens, this is… the Divine Overture!” Someone finally sensed the mystery and discerned what a tremendous force this was, unable to stop themselves from crying out in shock.
“How is it possible?
The Divine Overture!
How many times has it resounded throughout history?!” “This melody isn’t entirely related to cultivation base; it’s a reflection of one’s state of mind, one’s understanding of the Dao, and one’s insights into the myriad forms of the mortal world.” “Legend has it that the Divine Overture is merely the beginning.
If one evolves it into a true divine melody, they can gain power nearly equal to that of a divine spirit!” Everyone was shocked.
They had never expected the White-clothed Divine King to be so astonishingly talented as to prehend the Divine Overture.
Although it was unrelated to cultivation base, being merely an elevation of one’s mental realm, a cultivator’s greatest potential lies in their true self.
One day, such an individual might illuminate the mortal world.
“The Divine King’s life was desolate; only in such a state could he have prehended the Divine Overture.” People thought of the Divine King’s life: half a lifetime of loneliness, an entire existence of desolation.
With the passing of his beloved and his own decline, he harbored too many regrets.
“The Divine King has exhausted his Divine Spirit Blood to perform this divine symphony.
He is truly preparing to pass away in meditation here.” People understood his intent, knowing he could not linger long in this world.
Perhaps ending a desolate and regret-filled life here was, for him, a kind of release.
“Divine King…” Many from the Jiang Family wept bitterly.
Even other cultivators were touched.
Many felt their noses sting and their eyes turn moist.
It was lamentable that this once peerless Divine King had led such a melancholic life.
The Divine Overture seemed to truly possess divine power, submerging the Innate Dao Map that hung in mid-air.
Colorful ripples undulated, causing it to dim continuously.
Blood-stained flower petals drifted down.
The Divine Overture enveloped the Pure Land, yet the Divine King’s vitality weakened continuously, like a flickering lamp about to be extinguished.
Ye Fan wanted to shout and scream, but he ultimately couldn’t move an inch.
Hot tears streamed from his eyes.
This kindness was too profound, too heavy to bear!
I don’t want this!
he roared in his heart, but he couldn’t change anything.
The Ancient Desolation curse was almost unsolvable.
For over a hundred thousand years, no one had been able to break through to the Four Extremes Secret Boundary—the cost of shattering these shackles was indeed too great.
The Divine King was sacrificing his life to reconnect the severed path for Ye Fan, using his Divine Spirit Blood to dissolve the Innate Dao Map, and the Divine Overture to erase the Innate Patterns, severing Ye Fan’s karmic ties—all at the cost of his own life.
POP.
In the Pure Land, patches of flowers and grass withered.
Leaves danced chaotically, covering the ground as this once-vibrant small world reached its end.
The Divine King could no longer sustain it; the Pure Land could no longer exist in this world.
It was about to dissipate, to cease existing.
WHOOSH.
A gentle breeze swept through.
Dry leaves flew chaotically within the Pure Land, and flowers withered, losing all vitality in an instant.
Looking around, all was deathly silent.
The Ding Dong Spiritual Spring had dried up, the fragrant flowers and grass had decayed.
A deathly stillness pervaded the air.
Lushness and vitality were nowhere to be seen; only desolation and decay met the eye.
The Pure Land had bee a dead land, devoid of light.
It darkened rapidly, growing cold and bleak.
The only remaining brightness was at the center of the Pure Land, where the Divine King Tree alone had not yet fallen.
Yet, its yellow leaves drifted down, filled with the bleakness of autumn.
This Ancient Wood, named the Divine King Tree, shared its life and fate with the peerless Divine King.
If it too withered, it would signify the end of the Divine King’s life.
The Divine Overture lingered, casting a poignant gloom across the darkened Pure Land.
The Divine King Tree was now almost barren, its dry leaves swirling in the air.
The Jiang Family members cried out in sorrow, and many wailed, but nothing could stop this.
The Innate Dao Map in the Pure Land gradually wore away, slowly vanishing until it disappeared without a trace.
The Holy Land’s curse was broken!
The peerless Divine King had defied fate to reconnect the severed path for him!
However, the Divine King himself had lost all vitality.
His eyes lost their color as he gazed upward at the Ancient Wood, now pletely bereft of leaves.
The Divine Overture, originally a gateway to a divine path, was today not for the Divine King himself but for Ye Fan, helping him break his shackles.
The Innate Dao Map had pletely disappeared, lost forever.
Though unrecognized by Heaven and Earth, the Divine King had defied it all and changed Ye Fan’s fate.
“Divine King!” Ye Fan could finally move.
He rushed forward, tears welling in his eyes.
He took out the seed of the Undying Divine Medicine, wanting the Divine King to take it, but it was to no avail.
Though his eyes were dim, the White-clothed Divine King was resolute.
He slowly stood up, still possessing the majestic bearing of one who looked down upon the world, his prowess undiminished in the slightest.
“I cannot die yet,” was his only sentence as he walked out, step by step.
Ye Fan followed behind.
They appeared in the Great Heaven and Earth, standing side by side with the Divine King in the night sky.
The divine city erupted into a clamor, the motion soaring to the heavens.
After more than a hundred thousand years, a sacred body had finally broken the curse!
Perhaps in the future, a Great Success sacred body might reemerge in the world!
Everyone looked at Ye Fan with changed expressions, especially those of the younger generation, who felt an intangible pressure.
A physique from Ancient Desolation, one that possessed supreme renown and, once fully developed, could rival the Great Emperors of old, had truly reemerged.
This made even the supreme Sect Hierarchs of the Central States feel unsettled.
Endless murderous intent surged forth, like a vast ocean rushing toward Ye Fan—boundless and overwhelming, it surrounded him.
At this moment, he truly understood what it meant to be an enemy of the entire world!
However, he felt no fear.
His black hair danced in the wind, his eyes profound.
Standing in the void, he surveyed all directions, incredibly calm and serene.
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