The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1262: A Brand-New Path

Ye Feng calmly stood in place.

At this moment, he had entered the Holy Divine Form, his defense invincible, naturally capable of neutralizing the Ming Emperor’s Avatar’s offensive.

"Chaos Fist!"

Ye Feng instantly threw out tens of thousands of fist projections, while behind him, the illusion of a chaotic giant beast roared forward.

Boom!

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar was blasted back a hundred zhang, lowered his head, and looked at his shattered right hand, his face darkened.

"How is this possible?"

He was utterly baffled.

Ye Feng’s neck clearly looked weak enough to crush easily, yet when he gripped it, it was his own hand that broke instead?

Was this some sort of counter-damage Divine Skill?

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar fell into deep thought.

On the ground.

Ye Feng stood calmly.

The Holy Divine Form was truly powerful, never disappointing—completely invincible in defense. Even to this day, not even the Hundred Tribulations Realm could break through it.

"If it could even block attacks from the Heavenly Dao Realm, the Holy Divine Form would be genuinely unstoppable,"

Ye Feng muttered in his heart.

Of course, he knew this was unlikely.

Unless the System’s level reached the Heavenly Dao Realm, or even infinitely approached the Great Dao itself... or, perhaps more boldly, the System’s level matched the Great Dao!

Only then could it be possible.

To Ye Feng, the System’s current level seemed equivalent to the Heavenly Dao Realm level.

Still, even so, it was already formidable.

Perhaps, by completing the System’s tasks, he could lead the Misty Sect to ascend to the Heavenly Dao Realm level.

Quickly, Ye Feng refocused his thoughts.

He gazed at the distant Ming Emperor’s Avatar, whose expression hovered between shades of gloom, and declared loudly, "I’ve been walking a path—completely different from Magic Cultivation, Body Cultivation, or Dual Cultivation. It’s unique but challenging."

"Why should I care!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar sneered in disdain.

In this world, there had never been a shortage of exceptional geniuses blazing new trails in cultivation, but ultimately, without precedent to follow, they all perished halfway.

In the current era.

Only three paths could reliably be traversed.

Magic Cultivation, Body Cultivation, and Dual Cultivation!

The Myriad Clans strictly pursued Body Cultivation.

Among the human cultivators of the Three Thousand Realms, the majority followed Magic Cultivation, some pursued Body Cultivation, and very few, similar to Ye Feng, practiced Dual Cultivation.

Anything beyond these paths was considered fringe.

According to historical records, almost everyone who chose unconventional cultivation paths failed to reach Saint-status.

To the Ming Emperor’s Avatar, Ye Feng creating a new path was akin to severing his own future.

"No, this does concern you, for I need your Avatar to temper myself, accumulate richer experience, and ultimately forge a brand-new cultivation path."

Ye Feng grinned.

In the next instant.

He had already appeared before the Ming Emperor’s Avatar, raised his fist, and unleashed "Chaos Fist" with his full force, smashing out tens of thousands of chaotic fist projections.

"Such trivial tricks!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar snorted coldly, crossing his arms as a circular shield formed from Nether Law appeared in front of him, blocking all of Ye Feng’s attacks.

"See that?"

"This is the disparity between the combat power of a peak Hundred Tribulations Realm, first layer, and the third layer."

"I barely exert effort to defend, yet you cannot break through my defense. As for other ants, they cannot even shake me in the slightest."

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar sneered.

The crowd witnessing this scene all wanted to attack the Ming Emperor, but they were far too weak. All they could do was clench their fists and glare at him viciously.

"That’s not necessarily true!"

Ye Feng replied with a smile.

From his body erupted a vast surge of world power, his aura surpassing even the peak Supreme Saint tenfold.

But, it was still not enough.

Around Ye Feng, an increasing number of Law forces manifested—Power of the Sun, Power of Taiyin, Power of Space, Power of Time, Slaughter Energy...

Nearly every type of Law was present!

Of course, some Laws were extremely sparse, just a single strand, having originated from the creation of the Misty Boundary and belonging to Companion Laws, whose presence grew along with the world’s strength.

"Over ten thousand types of Laws!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar widened his eyes at the scene, and others witnessing it were similarly stunned.

"That’s just too overwhelming!"

The crowd was struck with awe.

Misty Sect.

The disciples also observed the battle, and upon learning that Ye Feng had over ten thousand types of Laws, their eyes widened as their minds buzzed.

"It’s said that cultivating ten strands of a single Law can allow one to ascend to Supreme Saint-level."

"Indeed!"

"Our Sect Master possesses over ten thousand types of Laws. If he cultivates all of them to ten strands or more, wouldn’t that make him equivalent to ten thousand Supreme Saints?"

"Isn’t that just terrifying?"

The crowd was shocked so deeply that their eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

They understood the dreadful power of the Supreme Saint Realm deeply.

Even an ordinary Clan Leader among the Myriad Clans was a peak Supreme Saint. A mere drop of their blood could birth a new species, and it would take the combined effort of an entire sect’s disciples to deal with them.

The more they reflected, the more the disciples comprehended the horrors of the Supreme Saint.

Then what kind of an unfathomable existence was Ye Feng, with the potential equivalent to ten thousand Supreme Saints?

Myriad Clans Continent.

The Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans were dumbstruck.

"Ye Feng is this terrifying?"

"This child must not be allowed to survive!"

The coffin lids of many Clan Leaders were forced open, with their true bodies inside flipping them over.

Including the Chief of the Hunting Tribe, dozens of Clan Leaders sat bolt upright, their hands gripping the edges of their coffins as they stared at the battle in disbelief.

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar sneered and said:

"What use are ten thousand Laws? Most of them are just single strands. I could extinguish them all with a mere breath."

"You’ll find out soon enough."

Ye Feng replied with a smile.

In the next moment.

The Power of the Sun and Power of Taiyin merged into his eyes, turning them gold and silver respectively, glowing like the united brilliance of the sun and moon.

"Sect Master Ye also possesses both Sun and Moon Powers—no wonder he could guide me, he’s already been on this path all along!"

The Grand Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect remarked in surprise.

On the Myriad Clans Continent.

The Laws surrounding Ye Feng began to flow.

The Power of Space fused into his right hand.

The Power of Time fused into his left hand.

Slaughter Energy, Divine Sense Power, and Ancient Heroic Spirit Power also merged into his left hand, strengthening the weaker Power of Time to maintain balance with the Power of Space.

The Law of Chaos and all remaining sparse Laws infused into his torso.

Ye Feng felt the clashing forces within his body, as though they were about to explode. Without the Holy Divine Form, even his strong physical body would have been consumed heavily to stabilize himself.

"Still not enough!"

Ye Feng fixed his gaze on the distant Ming Emperor’s Avatar, persistently executing Chaos Fist and clashing with him.

"Power of the World, merge!"

Ye Feng roared.

The Misty Boundary’s entire power—including the Immortal War General near the Realm Anchoring Stele—all converged onto Ye Feng, elevating his strength further.

"What a terrifying aura!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar could feel that, beyond Ye Feng’s physical power, the Laws within him had actually merged with the Power of the World, forming an integration.

Boom!

Ye Feng smashed out tens of thousands of fist projections, forcing the astonished Ming Emperor’s Avatar to retreat. His hands formed seals, converting his physical strength into a third torrent of power and blending it with his internal Law Power and Power of the World.

At that moment.

Under the suppression of the Holy Divine Form, all forces united into a more terrifying single entity, filling Ye Feng’s entire being.

He stood there.

Radiating an infinitely divine presence.

Like an immortal traversing time from ancient eras, his ethereal robe fluttered, exuding unmatched elegance.

"What kind of technique is this?"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar’s eyes flickered.

"Fusion Technique."

Ye Feng replied.

He had studied the nine-headed, eighteen-armed creatures and three-headed, six-armed giants from the Myriad Clans, analyzed the Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique, and deciphered how the Ming Emperor fused with the Ming Clan Army to create the Ming Emperor’s Avatar, gaining countless insights.

This was his first attempt.

"Fusion Technique? Ha! Even if you fuse Laws, so what? You’re still no match for this Emperor. Die!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar charged straight at him.

Ye Feng did not dodge or evade, allowing the long spear the Ming Emperor’s Avatar created to pierce into him, only for it to shatter upon contact.

"Again with this counter-damage technique!"

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar’s expression darkened.

In the next instant.

He suddenly found Ye Feng appearing right before him with imperceptible speed, as though he had already been standing there, leaving no room for reaction.

"Hunyuan God Fist!"

Ye Feng wielded both fists, gathering the rampaging forces within him into his palms, unleashing tens of thousands of fist projections that struck the chest of the Ming Emperor’s Avatar.

Crack!

The Ming Emperor’s Avatar’s chest exploded as he spat out blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Everyone else stood frozen, wide-eyed, unable to close their gaping mouths.