The Legend of Futian

Ye Futian had just threatened Goddess Qihuan, a cultivator of the ninth tier. This was unspeakably arrogant.

But considering his past victories, he had fought his way through the ancient royal family of Duan singlehandedly, sweeping away all of their Renhuangs. He had defeated ninth-tier Renhuangs before, and that had not even been the first time he had done so. Moreover, as long as their Great Path was not perfected, perhaps Ye Futian really would not be too worried about them.

But Goddess Qihuan was no ordinary person. She could not be compared to ordinary ninth-tier Renhuangs. Her cultivation techniques were mysterious and unique, and she could excite any of her opponents’ desires. It seemed that she had done something to Ye Futian before that had prompted this reaction from him.

However, everyone knew that Goddess Qihuan must not have used her full power. She was testing him. If she had really acted against Ye Futian, things would not have ended so simply.

Goddess Qihuan was stunned when she heard Ye Futian’s words. She stared at him with her beautiful eyes and saw the white-haired young man staring back at her, cold will filling his deep eyes. Clearly, her invasion of his mind had angered him.

“You are not even the least bit concerned with saving face, are you Lord Ye?” she said, looking down at him. At that moment, noble will suffused her. “I am curious, are you really able to be so rude to Emperor Ye?”

There was a bit of coldness in her tone as she stared at Ye Futian once more with her charming eyes.

Boom! In that instant, divine light wrapped around Ye Futian, and a terrible demonic air flow swept out through the sky. The image of a divine peacock appeared, shining its brilliant light through all the heavens as well as towards Goddess Qihuan. At the same time, Ye Futian’s eyes became both strange and terrible as his gaze seemed to pierce the Goddess.

“Just try me,” said Ye Futian. As they felt the violent airflow coming from him, everyone also felt a suffocating pressure. For a time, the vast area around them was silent. No one had thought Ye Futian would do this.

At that moment, Ye Futian, who had been ignited by anger, was like the descendant of a demon god. He was completely different from how he had been before. He floated in the air, silver hair dancing behind him like silver blades. It was an overwhelming sight.

Perhaps this was the real Ye Futian. This proud son of heaven, who had come from the Donghua Domain, had made his name in Four Corner Village and had swept through the ancient royal family of Duan was now showing his true glory.

Goddess Qihuan stared at Ye Futian. Try him?

She was naturally not afraid of Ye Futian. But the way he was acting right now put a little bit of pressure on her. Suddenly, she smiled, and it was like a hundred flowers coming into bloom, both delicate and beautiful. It made all the cultivators who were watching become stunned. She had transformed from a noble Empress into a charming beauty in an instant. Both of these attitudes were present within her, which made her even more alluring. It was like her image had been imprinted on everyone’s mind.

“No wonder you are the most famous genius in the Shangqing Domain. Your charm and mannerisms are impressive, Emperor Ye. There are many heroes in the Shangqing Domain, and yet I do not know how many of them can compete with you,” said Goddess Qihuan. As she smiled, the tense atmosphere seemed to disappear instantly. Everything was light and breezy. Ye Futian still did not retract his aura, but at that moment, everyone relaxed a little bit.

Ye Futian could see that the Goddess Qihuan had no intention of attacking him. He ignored her words and recalled his aura, becoming a completely different person in an instant.

Off in the distance, more people were coming, including the Prince and Princess of the Shangyu Deity Nation, the cultivators of the Lu clan, and more. They stood in different places, some looking at the divine casket and others at Ye Futian.

Ye Futian had clearly become a focal point for all the cultivators. Apart from the greatest figures, he was the only one who could observe the corpse within the divine casket without being instantly injured. The others, even those as powerful as Muyun Lan and Mo Ke, could not do this.

Ye Futian ignored their gazes and continued to observe the divine body. Since this was the way things were going to be, he did not need to worry about it anymore. He would gaze at the corpse for a little longer before it was taken away.

As time passed, Ye Futian continued to stare at the divine body.

Moreover, he started trying to have the ancient characters enter his body.

At that moment, he was standing in the sky gazing down at the divine casket. A halo of light was around him, and it seemed like ancient characters were carved into his body. What was most frightening was that the characters that were rushing into his eyes were having a wild effect on the world within him.

Within his life palace was the spatial world that the World Tree had forged. The sun and the moon hung high in the sky, and the stars revolved. But once those characters rushed in, they swept through wildly, destroying everything. Even the stars collapsed as thunder and lightning smashed everything to dust. The characters that had charged in tried to destroy everything. They even attacked the World Tree itself.

This was the first time Ye Futian had been in this situation. Previously, even when he had encountered a divine item, the World Tree had still stood firm as the absolute master and had even swallowed and absorbed their power, just like it had with the heart of the Demon Peacock God.

But this time, the corpse of Shenjia the Great Emperor within the divine casket was giving off endless characters that were all rushing through all his spirits and attacking everything.

A great, stormy wave rose within his World Tree life palace.

Boom!

Ye Futian began trembling incessantly. After a moment, he groaned, and his body was sent flying backward. He spat up a mouthful of blood. His face had gone deathly white.

But as he landed on the ground, he sat up and crossed his legs. A porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. He crushed it and took out a pill from within, swallowing it. Powerful life will suffused his body.

But even so, his trembling body was still giving off great booming noises. Everyone was staring at him, watching more and more blood pour out of his mouth. His face was so pale it seemed as if he was suffering from great pain.

“I was too impulsive,” he said to himself. He had done this a little too sloppily. He thought he could adapt himself to this power, but obviously, he was nowhere near good enough.

Xia Qingyuan strode towards him, a worried look on her face. The cultivators of Four Corner Village were concerned as well. This man seemed to have bitten off more than he could chew this time.

“Is he gravely injured?” All the cultivators around were watching Ye Futian. This was the first time they had seen him get hurt while looking at the divine casket. Previously he had had no problems.

The power of the characters coming out of the divine casket was truly frightening to behold.

Ye Futian kept spitting out mouthfuls of blood. His aura had grown much weaker. Many people, though he had been wounded to the very core, that his Great Path had suffered injury. It would truly be a shame if one of the world’s top figures fell just from observing the divine body.

However, after a while, Ye Futian’s aura began to gradually revive. Divine trees surrounded him as his body became a tree of life. He began to recover swiftly. Everyone could clearly sense that Ye Futian’s weak aura was beginning to strengthen.

“What a marvelous recovery!” everyone thought to themselves as they watched him. His rejuvenation was so swift that they were all shocked. Previously, they had clearly felt how grievous the injury that Ye Futian had received was. He had possibly even been injured in the very root of his Great Path. However, he had still been able to start healing so quickly.

“This is the Great Path of Life. To have such a robust life aura is something that even peak-level Renhuangs would not necessarily be able to obtain,” said an upper-level Renhuang as he spoke with those around him.

Many people nodded in agreement. They had also noticed how vigorous Ye Futian’s life aura was.

Before long, Ye Futian had healed enough where he was as good as new. He had returned to peak fitness.

At that moment, Blind Tie and Fang Huan came over to his side and whispered, “How do you feel?”

“I feel fine,” Ye Futian answered.

“Be a little more careful. Don’t put yourself in danger in your rush for success,” Blind Tie reminded him.

“I will take care,” said Ye Futian with a nod.

“Do you still want to keep going?” said Xia Qingyuan from behind them. Her tone was cold. Ye Futian looked over at her and saw that her beautiful eyes held him in an icy, tight gaze.

“Don’t worry about it, I will be careful,” said Ye Futian with a smile at Xia Qingyuan. However, she did not seem satisfied with his response. She kept glaring at him.

Ye Futian rose and stretched out, looking very casual. However, when his eyes fell upon the divine casket, a sharp look appeared in them. He turned to Xia Qingyuan again and said, “Does it look like I’m having trouble? This divine casket cannot injure me to my core.”

“So what happened before was not an injury?” said Xia Qingyuan.

“Compared to the risks I take when cultivating, something like this which I am in complete control of is nothing,” Ye Futian said to her telepathically. “Don’t worry. I know my limits. Moreover, I have already begun to understand something from it. It will probably help me with my cultivation and might even help me observe the abilities of the ancient gods.”

When she heard his telepathic message, Xia Qingyuan looked at him. He seemed to be completely unconcerned. She knew that she would not be able to convince him. Once he had made up his mind, she had no way of changing it. She could only say, “Don’t put yourself into too much danger.”

“I won’t,” said Ye Futian with a nod and a smile. Then he looked at the divine casket once again. His gaze became fixed upon it. Although he had received a terrible wound before, he did not shrink back from it in the least. If he could really take this power into himself and comprehend it, it would perhaps be very helpful for his cultivation.

Thinking of this, Ye Futian once again stepped forward. This made everyone look at him. Was he going to try again?

This man was truly not afraid that he would not be able to withstand it.

While they were still considering this, Ye Futian had once again come up to the divine casket!