Shrouding the Heavens

“What about me? Aren’t you going to disappear quickly? If you dare speak in the tone of my elders again, I’ll smash every one of you to bits with one strike of my staff!” The monkey swept his gaze over them.

A young man, seemingly no more than twenty years old, unruly and arrogant, looking down on elder half-step sovereigns—such a scene hadn’t occurred for who knows how many years.

“Alright, alright, alright!” The several elders turned and left, casting fierce glances before departing.

“Still daring to harbor murderous intent?” The monkey, unlike ordinary people, possessed extremely keen spiritual perception. Without a word, he swung his large palm again.

“SLAP! SLAP!…”

The elders tried to resist but ended up being slapped away. Multiple bones in their bodies shattered, and they soared hundreds of meters through the air like scarecrows.

Several of them nearly fell into a lake. They landed miserably, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, their faces pale, all showing expressions of utter horror.

“Brother Ape, that was mighty and powerful!” Jiang Huairen grinned widely, almost bursting into laughter.

The others in the surroundings were all extremely respectful. Facing such a strong figure, none dared to approach.

“The Fighting Saint Clan…” In the distance, by a lakeside, a young girl in Purple Clothes softly said, unheard by anyone. She seemed to embody the spiritual grace of heaven and earth, with Purple Mist swirling around her.

“An Innate Dao Embryo!” Li Heishui exclaimed softly.

“Sister-in-law! The mother for a second Wushuang!” Liu Kou stated even more directly.

Nearby, everyone was silent. All had heard rumors of the Innate Holy Body Daoist Embryo, but they hadn’t expected that a few were indeed entertaining such ideas. Everyone’s gaze towards Ye Fan turned peculiar.

The Sacred Lady of the Purple Mansion, as ethereal as a fairy, turned to leave, seemingly not wishing to encounter them. She glided away, her garments fluttering, transcending the secular world.

“Who might this brother be…?” Xiang Yifei, the Saint Heir of Dayan, spoke. He felt uneasy, not having expected Ye Fan to have such a powerful individual by his side.

The Dao Yi Saint Heir was also observing, eager to know who the monkey was. He exchanged a glance with the Dayan Saint Heir, then stepped forward to make discreet inquiries.

The monkey wasn’t keen on interacting with them, leaving the crowd that had gathered feeling somewhat snubbed and awkward. They dispersed disappointedly.

Ye Fan sensed a cold killing intent flash briefly. His divine scan was incredibly powerful, sharply detecting its source.

“The Wanchu Sacred Lady!”

In the distance, a woman departed with a graceful sway, her retreating figure charming, captivating, and beautiful.

Beside her was Yao Xi, resembling a fairy from a painting, with bright eyes, white teeth, and black hair reaching her waist, lively and ethereal.

Now I understand why the Great Emperor Wushuang was everyone’s enemy, Ye Fan lamented to himself. Killing one would entangle many. He was never defeated, so he always had to keep killing…

All around, people were shocked. He now had the reputation of being a Saint Heir killer. Could it be he was thinking of starting a massacre again?

「Five days later」

The Yaochi Grand Gathering began. The Pure Land was bustling as Heroic Lords from all directions came to visit. Powerful figures from all over the world gathered, and various unusual individuals and Hermits emerged.

The Yaochi Grand Gathering, also known as the Peach Blossom Assembly, was held approximately every five hundred years. Cultivators as numerous as clouds came to participate.

However, this time was somewhat different from the past, as it involved some strange black stones for the various heroes to observe.

“It’s truly like a gathering of Daoist saints!” Ye Fan exclaimed.

This was a scene of suspended crystal palaces and jade towers, surrounded by lotus ponds and blossoming flora, with clouds and mist swirling beneath one’s feet, as if one were in the Heavenly Realm.

Constantly, people arrived riding on clouds, all prominent figures, truly like Daoist saints attending a grand meeting.

“The Imperial Uncle Guhua from the Central States has arrived.”

“The Lord of the North Pole Divine Palace is here.”

“The Du’e Divine Monk from the Western Desert is visiting.”

“The War King from the Southern Mountains War God Divine Hall is here.”

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