Shrouding the Heavens Chapter 414 - 415 Chapter 420 Never Defied Heaven

415: Chapter 420: Never Defied Heaven 415: Chapter 420: Never Defied Heaven The Wind Clan’s bright pearl was as proud as an Immortal Phoenix.

She lifted her flawless and crystalline chin, her hair dancing, surrounded by a five-colored glow.

She seemed unreachable, as if standing on clouds, overlooking all below.

Ye Fan appeared very calm, as if detached from everything, quietly watching it all with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, saying nothing.

Seeing him like this, the people of the Wind Clan felt a surge of unease.

An elder said to Fenghuang, “You just arrived in the divine city.

Go rest and don’t say too much.” Fenghuang understood his meaning.

Lifting her beautiful chin, she glanced at Ye Fan and said, “I can see my future, and it won’t be tied to anyone, not even the sacred body.” The Five-Colored Divine Robe fluttered as she gracefully walked away, leaving a faint fragrance.

Several elders looked slightly embarrassed, their brows furrowed.

News of Fenghuang’s arrival quickly spread throughout the divine city, and even the details of her first meeting with Ye Fan were passed around without omission.

“It was just as the rumors foretold: the Wind Clan’s bright pearl doesn’t want to be engaged to the sacred body.

Now, there’s bound to be a spectacle.” “This stunning pearl truly had character; she even looked down on the sacred body that broke curses.

Who knew if, a thousand years from now, she would still have such pride.” “They had known it would be like this for a long time.

Who was Fenghuang?

An arrogant favorite of the heavens.

The Wind Clan had delayed the decision for fear she would firmly disagree, and even their Peacock King wouldn’t force her.” “The Wind Clan’s bright pearl rejecting the sacred body was truly newsworthy…” Every detail spread through the divine city.

Many people were discussing it, and quite a few were fanning the flames.

It had to be said that Fenghuang’s reputation spread throughout the Eastern Wastelands.

She possessed immense charm and a vast number of admirers, who naturally supported her decision, all pushing her stance.

Ye Fan, meanwhile, was indifferent and simply did not care.

He came from across the Starry Sky and had no feelings about such so-called arranged marriages.

Even if the other party is the Eastern Wastelands’ first pearl, so what?

It’s not as if he hasn’t seen unrivaled beauties before; she could only be on par with An Miaoyi.

Since ing to this world where might makes right, Ye Fan had always maintained a transcendent attitude toward emotions and had never actively sought out that long-lost feeling of being deeply moved.

In the following days, Fenghuang was neither high-profile nor pletely low-key, frequently meeting with friends, including many admirers.

The talk about her continued.

People knew she was making her attitude clear, firmly opposing the engagement, giving the Wind Clan elders a headache.

Subsequently, she met with several Saint Heirs.

Though they had been in contact in the past, had it not been for this arranged marriage, she wouldn’t have been out so frequently.

Most surprising was Fenghuang’s private meeting with the Gold-Winged Little Peng King, which raised an uproar.

Cultivators in the divine city began talking again.

The Gold-Winged Little Peng King, along with the Flickering Light Saint Heir and the Ji Family’s Divine King Body, were known as the strongest young experts in the Eastern Wastelands, standing at the Peak.

In the past, Fenghuang had fought a battle with him.

They were evenly matched, a fact that shocked the Central Eastern Desolate, and thus they had established some acquaintance.

The Gold-Winged Little Peng King held significant grudges against Ye Fan; on the night of the full moon, if not for the Elder Peng King suppressing him, an epic battle would undoubtedly have unfolded.

Fenghuang’s choice to meet privately with the Gold-Winged Little Peng King at this time couldn’t help but spark discussions, immediately being the hot topic of the divine city.

“The Wind Clan’s bright pearl is determined; even if forced into marriage, it would cause many waves.” “Fenghuang is clearly stating her attitude, associating with the sacred body’s great enemy, unwilling to marry him.” “Anyway, the Wind Clan hasn’t made a decision.

Even if it ends unresolved, it wouldn’t matter; one could just say the Wind Clan’s bright pearl had won single-handedly.” Despite the external rumors, Ye Fan shrugged it off with a smile.

He couldn’t be bothered and ignored everything Fenghuang did because there was nothing he needed to do.

Once many people realized his attitude, they were all surprised and secretly sighed.

The sacred body is indeed transcendent, as if one of them, just watching the show.

With Ye Fan’s clear stance, the topic widened.

Because both were exceptional figures and their attitudes were so unique, it sparked heated discussion among cultivators.

The unrivaled Divine King was about to depart.

He told Ye Fan to feel free to go out without worry, as he seemingly sensed his own time was short and wanted to eliminate some hidden, malicious people before he left.

As Ye Fan moved around outside, he naturally attracted attention, but no one dared to make a move, fearing the unrivaled Divine King’s thunderous strike.

In his final days, no one dared to provoke him and risk misfortune.

These days, Ye Fan often joined feasts with Tu Fei, Li Heishui, and the big black dog.

He never declined any olive branch from the major sects and was always surrounded by people.

Evidently, the sacred body’s reputation surpassed Fenghuang’s, stirring more topics.

Among the younger generation, few could rival him; the future Great Success Holy Body was worthy of befriending and attention.

Wherever Ye Fan went, he was well-known.

Everyone greeted him; no one was unfamiliar with him.

Especially among the younger generation, many held a deep-seated fear of him.

The ancient families adept in Source Technique kept their distance; not one appeared in the divine city.

Wu Ziming, Li Chongtian, and other cultivators hostile to Ye Fan also became extremely low-key, rarely showing themselves.

Unconsciously, Ye Fan had established an invisible might.

Even the Saint Heirs were unnerved by him, trying to stay as far away as possible, avoiding meetings if they could.

Even the Gold-Winged Little Peng King suppressed his anger, adhering to the Elder Peng King’s order to avoid conflict, evading him and not seeking a meeting.

While out, Ye Fan encountered boundless enthusiasm, yet he was never arrogant.

He treated everyone with courtesy.

When he saw rivals, he acknowledged them with a nod and moved on.

PFFT!

A jet of fresh blood sprayed from Ye Fan’s mouth, tinged with faint gold, staining his clothes a startling crimson.

“What happened?!” Pang Bo stood up with a start, his thick brows raised, scanning the surroundings.

“little kid Ye, what’s wrong?” Tu Fei and Li Heishui were also startled.

This gathering included many young-generation experts like Yao Yuekong, the Yaochi Saintess, the Dao Yi Saintess, the Great Xia Prince, and the little nun in white.

None of them expected Ye Fan to suddenly cough blood and fall backward.

“Move aside!” Pang Bo couldn’t care about anything else.

He shouted everyone away, then held Ye Fan up, checking him carefully.

Vivid bloodstains marred his white clothes.

He was motionless with his eyes closed, and his face was somewhat pale; he looked quite unwell.

The Sacred Body had encountered a problem and collapsed at the banquet.

This news quickly spread through the divine city, causing a huge uproar!

The scent of medicine wafted out.

Dozens of medicinal pills, all treasures, were placed in Ye Fan’s room.

Several elders of the Wind Clan stepped forward one by one.

Having checked his injuries, they all frowned.

“How could this be?” “Yes, I understand now.

It’s a Dao Injury.

The unrivaled Divine King had severed cause and effect for him using Divine Spirit Blood and had employed the Divine Overture to extinguish the Innate Dao Map.

But…” “The Innate Dao hadn’t destroyed his Dao Foundation, but it had severed his Life Origin, leaving an irreparable injury.

He wouldn’t live beyond six months.” The elders of the Wind Clan made an accurate judgment.

All looked up and sighed; this result left them extremely disappointed.

“The curse of over one hundred thousand years was broken.

He was finally able to cultivate and was about to witness the birth of a prospective Great Emperor, yet he only had half a year to live…” “This is an injury left by the Heavenly Dao; even a mature divine medicine might not be able to cure it.” Their expressions were ever-changing.

The Wind Clan had spent three million kilograms of Source and even planned a marriage alliance.

But in the end, it resulted in such an oute, which was unbearable for them.

News that the Sacred Body was about to perish spread like a tsunami, shaking the divine city and simultaneously reaching all corners of the world, alarming many great powers.

Especially in the divine city, there was an uproar.

All cultivators were discussing it, never expecting such an unexpected incident.

“The Heavenly Dao is irreversible.

Even if the curse was dispelled, his life could not be preserved; it had been destined long ago.” “This really is a scene of prosperity ending in desolation.

Who would have thought it would end this way?” “With less than half a year’s lifespan, what can be done?

Alas, lamenting the painstaking efforts of the unrivaled Divine King.” “The Sacred Body, upon initial success, had already looked down upon the younger generation, yet was now ending so bleakly, nearing the end of its life.” No one was unshaken; the result was too unexpected.

No one had anticipated it.

No, could this be the unrivaled Divine King’s deliberate ploy?

A strategy to prevent Ye Fan from being assassinated, after which he would be hidden away?

Those with quick minds immediately thought of this possibility, making a surprising conjecture.

Once this claim was made, many agreed unanimously, believing it was a setup, intentionally released smoke and mirrors to confuse the world.

However, it was soon confirmed that the injury was real, not a disguise.

The Heavenly Dao had severed Ye Fan’s Life Origin, and it was nearly impossible to heal.

The people of the Wind Clan sighed deeply, yet they had no way to assist.

Two sovereigns from the Jiang Family also came but were equally helpless.

Even the unrivaled Divine King frowned.

An injury left by the Dao is difficult for human effort to reverse.

Throughout history, almost no one injured by the Dao has survived.

Many great powers sent representatives who expressed great concern.

They inspected Ye Fan’s injuries and left numerous spiritual pills.

Their main purpose, naturally, was to verify the authenticity of the news.

People from the Central States, who had e for the ceremony and had not yet left, also paid successive visits.

After carefully checking Ye Fan’s injuries, they left some spiritual medicines and then departed.

The news was confirmed to be true by many Great Sects.

The outside world was clamorous; there were those who gloated and those who sympathized…

Ye Fan woke up and stared blankly for a long time.

He hadn’t expected it to be like this.

At night, the starlight was like water.

He and Pang Bo lay side by side on the roof, looking toward the other side of the Starry Sky.

“If I die, you must find a way back.

Don’t take too long.” “little kid Ye, don’t say more.

You will be fine; you can definitely survive.

We’ll go back together.” “Take care of my parents for me.” “Don’t say these words.

It weighs heavily on my heart.” …

He had only half a year of life left—that was already the most optimistic estimate.

It was more likely less than a hundred days.

Even if his bat Power was unmatched among the younger generation, it fundamentally held no meaning now.

In the following days, Ye Fan’s residence was deserted; no one visited anymore.

The enthusiasm of many had turned to cold indifference.

A prosperous scene had faded away, leaving only cold desolation, the bleakness of autumn.

The warmth and coldness of human affection, the fickleness of the world—everything was too obvious, so starkly realistic.

Perhaps it was time to leave the divine city.

Ye Fan planned to bid farewell to some people, though he didn’t know if things would still be the same with them.