Supreme Cultivation Master

Ye Fan was shocked. He had never expected that Gun God, unleashing the peak of his power, would be so terrifying. He was far from being a match for him. Unless he had more time to consolidate his strength, the gap between them was simply too vast. After all, he had charged onto the battlefield without even having time to solidify his realm. He was the only one who could have battled Gun God for so long and inflicted such grievous wounds.

Just then, Ye Fan tried to resist with the Dragon Emperor’s Power, but unfortunately, his foundation was still insufficient. Gun God sent him flying, shattering stars as he went. Still not letting up, Gun God blasted down at him again.

"AH!"

Gun God shrieked in pain. Unbeknownst to him, the Yuanhong Sword had already appeared in Ye Fan’s hand, and Ye Fan had run him through.

Gun God was now weakened to the extreme.

"Even in death, I will eliminate you, a threat to my race!" he roared.

Disregarding the pain and curse emanating from the Yuanhong Sword, he grabbed Ye Fan by the throat. He unleashed the Netherworld Ghost Technique on Ye Fan’s neck, intending to snap it.

Ye Fan felt himself suffocating. Gun God had sealed all of his meridians, leaving him without even a chance to breathe. As Gun God increased his power, Ye Fan could feel his life force about to dissipate. At that very moment, a white light erupted from within his body. The Divine Talisman shone brilliantly, and the light it emitted pierced straight through Gun God’s body.

"HMPH!"

Gun God let out a grunt in despair, then screamed, "This is... the Divine Talisman!"

Ever astute, he instantly recognized it as the Divine Talisman he had been painstakingly searching for. He had never imagined that the very thing he desired most would be on his enemy. This time, he had miscalculated, and the price of his miscalculation was death.

When the Divine Talisman unleashed its offensive power, no one could withstand it, not even Ye Fan himself.

Disregarding the dissipation of his own life, Gun God reached out to touch the light of the Divine Talisman, even as the brilliant light severed his hand from his arm.

"For what have I toiled my entire life? Just for this big eyeball!" he lamented. "I have seen it, I have obtained it, yet it has taken my life. Such is fate! What is not meant to be mine will never be mine! I can rest in peace now."

Then, his eyes closed for the last time.

After a long while, Ye Fan managed to push his body aside and sit up, gasping for breath. He looked at Gun God’s lifeless corpse and finally let out a sigh of relief. If not for the Divine Talisman’s final burst of power, he would have undoubtedly been the one to die.

A Gun God of his generation had died by the very thing he treasured most. Perhaps it was a fitting end, the ultimate conclusion to his story.

He had left countless legends in his wake throughout the Great Thousand World and the Divine Domain. A lone man with a single gun, he had swept across numerous continents! He had once, single-handedly, slain the Divine Dragon, the strongest being in the Divine Domain. Wherever he went, crowds retreated in fear. Even the once-formidable Evil You Ancestor was no match for him.

And now, he lay dead here. Was he killed at Ye Fan’s hand? No, he died under the light of the Divine Talisman. The things you cherish most are often the most deadly.

***

Ye Fan staggered alone toward the Divine Domain. Along the way, he saw warriors of three echelons still locked in combat. The Divine Domain Alliance Army had achieved a great victory, but pockets of fighting continued.

At that moment, Ye Fan felt numb, his heart indifferent. Even seeing the battle raging below, he had no desire to intervene or take control. He let the slaughter continue.

But undoubtedly, a sense of joy washed over Ye Fan. He had, at last, taken his revenge. He had avenged the Divine Dragon, avenged the forebears of the Divine Domain, and avenged the fallen warriors of the Evil You Clan.

Yet, he didn’t know what it was all for. Was the sole purpose of everything simply to protect? In truth, even Ye Fan didn’t know why. At this moment, he felt a sudden weariness. After all, he had borne all the pressure alone. Anyone in his position would experience a phase of utter confusion and uncertainty.

Clearly, Ye Fan was now in such a phase.

This stage was an unavoidable passage on the path of cultivation, but it was meant for those seeking enlightenment to break into the Ancestor Realm. For Ye Fan, this phase had come far too early. Arriving at this stage so soon was not necessarily a good thing for him, but it wasn’t the worst thing, either.

He then collapsed heavily into a bed of blooming flowers, breathing in their faint fragrance. He felt utterly exhausted, wanting nothing more than to lie there and sleep, even if it was until the end of time. His vision blurred, and he saw flowers seemingly growing through the holes in his body, blooming brilliantly, their splendor enhanced by the setting sun.

Ye Fan faintly saw a hand reach down from above. He extended his own, gripping the hand that was strenuously trying to pull him up. It was as if it was telling him to get up, but the numb Ye Fan had no desire to rise. He collapsed back into the bed of flowers, falling into a deep sleep.

The hand was powerless, yet it seemed to be constantly encouraging him in his slumber, urging him to awaken. Unfortunately, Ye Fan couldn’t sense it at all.

This feeling grew stronger and stronger.

As the last rays of the setting sun touched his eyelids, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The Divine Domain Alliance Army had emerged victorious. The invincible Gun God had been utterly slain, becoming a figure of past and legend. Ye Fan had returned to the Divine Domain. He saw the forces of the army cheering and jubilating, but he carried a heavy heart. To him, behind the cheers lay suffering.

In this confrontation, almost half of the three-million-strong Divine Domain Alliance Army had perished, meaning nearly one and a half million had died in battle. Although not many of the higher-ups had fallen, the Red Sand Main God was nearly incapacitated, the Evil Punishment Main God was slain, and Kuang Sha had lost an arm. Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa had fought a devastating battle, and their bodies were covered in wounds; they were still unconscious. The three Divine Beasts of the Evil You Clan had also sustained varying degrees of injury. Although the Seven-Colored Demon Empress was unhurt, the Demon Clan had suffered the greatest losses in terms of numbers. The aftermath of war was not just rubble and ruins, but also sorrow.

Ye Fan locked himself in his room. He didn’t know why the Evil You Ancestor hadn’t appeared, but Ye Fan was certain he must have encountered great trouble. Otherwise, he would not have been absent at such a crucial moment. Ye Fan understood him.

He declined almost all visitors, including his women.

On this day, Wu Fa and Mu Chen Dong finally awoke. Wu Fa was the most grief-stricken, for his father was dead; the Evil Punishment Main God would never return. A profound sadness enveloped the entire Evil Valley. All the higher-ups of the Divine Domain went to pay their respects, yet Ye Fan was nowhere to be seen.

Wu Fa succeeded his father, becoming the new Controller of the Evil Valley. He adopted his father’s title, naming himself the Evil Punishment Main God. He was the new generation’s Evil Punishment Main God.

On the eve of his ascension, his butler said to him, "Young Master, you should stop waiting. The King of Heaven isn’t coming. He’s too busy reveling in his victory. He is, after all, the renowned Master of the Divine Domain, the man who slew Gun God! Why would he remember the bonds of brotherhood!"

However, at that moment, Wu Fa suddenly seized the butler’s neck. The elderly butler gasped, nearly choked to death by the grip on his throat.

Wu Fa set him down and said coldly, "The only reason you still have your position as butler is out of respect for my father. Do you think I’m not aware of how you used to sow discord in front of him? From this day forward, if you dare to stir up trouble concerning my affairs again, don’t blame me for cutting you down!"