Shrouding the Heavens

Ye Fan exerted all his might, secretly employing the All Secret, instantly strengthening this god-like golden figure tenfold!

The golden divine spirit was brilliant. It was him, continuously transforming, sitting before his brow, evoking the Dao and connecting to his cauldron.

BOOM!

Suddenly, Origin Qi surged forth. From the ancient pagoda, an ancient, unadorned cauldron emerged, unstoppable, and flew out.

“The Origin Qi Cauldron!” many people shouted, simultaneously reaching out to grab it.

The golden divine spirit at Ye Fan’s brow roared to the sky. Immense spiritual pressure swept in all directions. The ancient cauldron, as if summoned, flew back in an instant and hung above his head. It shed ten thousand threads of Origin Qi, each as heavy as a mountain, protecting him within.

“Don’t let him take that cauldron!” Jiang Yichen shouted from a distance.

Now, even without his prompting, many people had sealed off all ten directions, preparing to snatch it.

“Sixth Brother, what is the meaning of this?” Jiang Hi asked coldly, confronting Jiang Rui.

The Ninth Granduncle also stepped forward. “Sixth Brother, are you really going to condone them? This isn’t your style.”

Jiang Rui’s expression was cold. He glanced at the two of them, then fixed his gaze on Ye Fan, who was not far away, eyeing the small cauldron above his head.

Strands of Origin Qi descended, each capable of crushing a mountain range, unbelievably heavy. It was the rarest Immortal Treasure in the world; no one could remain calm in its presence.

Ye Fan, regaining his cauldron, felt a surge of emotion; this was his future Dao-proving Vessel. Losing it would hinder his path forward.

“Brother Jiang Hi, why must you do this?”

Just then, a clear voice drifted from a nearby mountain peak. A man in Purple Clothes was walking over, step by step.

He looked to be about thirty years old, with hair like a waterfall and eyes as deep as the starry sky. He exuded an innate emperorly majesty, and every movement seemed to achieve Heaven and Earth Unity.

“Old Thirteenth…” Jiang Hi stared at him.

“Brother Jiang Hi, it seems you intend to stop me today. Is a battle unavoidable?” The man in Purple Clothes’ gaze was like lightning.

“Do you really think this cauldron is yours? Do you think you can detain us?” the Big Black Dog jeered. “If you have the guts, try breaking this corner of the Great Emperor Array!”

The Chessboard Array Patterns flickered, alternately dimming and brightening, ready to teleport them away at any moment.

“This cauldron is fated with my Jiang Family; it shall be the second sacred weapon of our clan and must remain here,” the man in Purple Clothes, Jiang Chuan, said as he looked at Ye Fan. His voice held undeniable authority.

In the distance, mysterious Array Patterns materialized, bisecting the Heavenly Universe. Their momentum was磅礴 (vast and majestic), and awe-inspiring.

The Black Emperor’s expression changed. “A corner of Hengyu Great Emperor’s Array!”

“Indeed. Can you still traverse it now?” Jiang Chuan glanced at it.

Ye Fan’s heart sank. This represented the will of some within the Jiang Clan, with Jiang Rui and Jiang Chuan as their representatives; they intended to keep the cauldron and not return it.