"The Staff of Legend! Fang Han, this is the Staff of Legend! A sacred-grade immortal artifact, the supreme treasure once held by Heavenly Lord Duobao."
Suddenly, a faint voice rang out from within the Reincarnation Disk.
"Huh? Yan, it is actually you? I thought you perished during the ascension process. To think you are still alive." Fang Han was startled.
"I hid in the deepest part of the Reincarnation Disk, and indeed almost perished, but fortunately, I retained a bit of soul memory. Just now, you refined Shang Ziluo, which allowed me to obtain enough power to awaken. In the Heavenly Realm, my power recovers very quickly." As soon as Yan woke up, he squawked wildly, exceedingly joyful.
"The Heavenly Realm. Last time, I followed Emperor Huangquan into the Heavenly Realm, and just as we showed our faces, we were besieged by an army of countless immortals, turning everything upside down. I perished before taking a good look at the scenery of the Heavenly Realm." Yan stared intently at the Staff of Legend: "To think that this kid Shang Ziluo actually learned the cultivation method for the Staff of Legend, and even wanted to refine this staff into a mid-grade immortal artifact, pouring many Great Luo laws into it. He wanted to take advantage of the moment this staff promoted, to properly obtain the power of legend surging from the void, making himself promote to a Golden Immortal."
"Oh? When this treasure promotes, it will trigger the power of legend from the void?" Fang Han's eyes lit up.
"Of course, if your Wings of Freedom could be refined into a mid-grade immortal artifact, that would also attract the true Wings of Freedom itself to grant its blessing. This would make you truly contain the essence of freedom. However, for you to forge it anew now, expending Great Luo laws is not worth it. But for this Staff of Legend, you can try to refine it a bit. Integrate it into yourself."
"Fortunately, this Staff of Legend mid-grade immortal artifact was not successfully refined, otherwise, this Shang Ziluo really might have escaped from my hands. As long as a single trace of his remnant soul escaped, I would not be so comfortable."
Fang Han shook the Staff of Legend, his divine sense penetrating into it, and he felt vast thoughts, various complex refining techniques, and countless immortal magic grand arrays. It took a full dozen breaths of time for him to digest some of the profound mysteries on this staff.
Whether it was the Staff of Legend or the Wings of Freedom, both were replicas of sacred-grade immortal artifacts. If the refining techniques were fully comprehended, it would be of immense benefit to elevating one's own realm.
As soon as the Staff of Legend entered his body, Fang Han used his bloodline to temper it, turning it into a part of his body. Pulses of legendary vitality permeated his various acupoints, giving him an even more ethereal feeling, as if he had transformed into a legend.
"Another step closer to the true Golden Immortal Grand Dao."
Fang Han nodded. Suddenly, he saw a dense mass of countless cultivators in the distance, all flying toward this side. Among them, the old Daoist Xuanzhen took the lead, his wings of freedom flapping, exuding formidable mana.
"My goodness, so many immortals. Among them, there are a full hundred Mystic Immortals, over five hundred Divine Immortals, and so many Heavenly Immortals! Tens of thousands! In just one Mang Mountain, there are this many immortals. The Heavenly Realm is truly wonderful!" Yan roared wildly.
"Truly haven't seen the world." Fang Han sneered, standing up, and the Kingdom of Gods spread outward.
"Fellow Daoist, the sect masters and elders of the thousands of sects in the entire Mang Mountain, I have invited them all." Swoosh! The old Daoist Xuanzhen flew to Fang Han's side, and Fang Han beckoned with his hand. The wings of freedom on Xuanzhen's body were retracted, sinking back into Fang Han's own body.
"Old Daoist Xuanzhen, do not run!"
"Halt! You actually dare to steal the spirit vein of my Black Light Mountain, your crime deserves death. Your Profound Heavy Sect will be annihilated, truly annihilated!"
"We originally thought you, this old undying thing, had perished, but you are still alive. We don't know where you got a pair of wings, yet you dare to steal our spirit veins. Even death cannot wipe out your crimes."
Dozens of Mystic Immortals with profound mana flew over from the sky. Separated by thousands of miles in the distance, they unleashed streaks of grand immortal magic, converging into a torrent, like falling meteors, shattering the sky and rending the earth.
"These are the ones you invited?" Fang Han smiled at the old Daoist Xuanzhen. The other party's old face also couldn't quite hold up. With the status of the old Daoist Xuanzhen, he naturally couldn't invite the grand figures of so many sects. He could only steal their spirit veins, cause destruction, and attract pursuit.
"Everyone, since you have come, you might as well stay. Today I am hosting a banquet for everyone, all of you calm down a bit."
Fang Han flicked his finger, and countless beams of immortal light shot out, instantly disintegrating those grand immortal magics. Following that, the Kingdom of Gods expanded outward, stretching across countless spaces and covering the mountains.
"Careful, there is an expert."
"Quickly step back."
"Look, what exactly happened in the Ancient Mang City, why is it so decayed."
"The underground spirit veins have all been taken away."
"Wasn't it rumored today that the inspector stationed in Quanzhou by the Heavenly Court, the genius of the Central Province's Ascendant School, Shang Ziluo, was holding a banquet gathering in the Ancient Mang City? Our sect masters have all gone there, how could such a thing happen?"
"I just returned from the banquet, nothing happened, did it?"
Many of the pursuing Mystic Immortals first halted their steps.
The Divine Immortals and Heavenly Immortals behind also paused, setting up grand arrays, looking at Fang Han with infinite hostility. Among them, the foremost ancient Mystic Immortal looked at Fang Han, suddenly took a step forward: "Who are you, why did you destroy the Ancient Mang City? This is within the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Court. You must quickly return the spirit veins, otherwise disaster will be imminent."
"Old Perfected Huawei is exactly right. I do not care who you are, disrupting the unity of the thousands of cultivation sects in Mang Mountain is a great sin. I, the White Fan Scholar, will not spare you. Although your mana is high, you cannot possibly be a match for so many of us."
A scholar Mystic Immortal holding a white fan walked out, speaking with righteous indignation and an imposing aura that reached the clouds, seeming to stand on the moral high ground.
"Fellow Daoist, this person is an expert from the Righteous Spirit Academy in Confucian Province. He came alone to Mang Mountain, founded the Ancient Confucian Sect, and once consecutively slew three Mystic Immortal old demons from the evil and heretical paths around Mang Mountain, bringing him sudden fame. He even wanted to compete with Shang Ziluo, so he did not come to attend the banquet this time." Daoist Xuanzhen immediately said to Fang Han.
"Is that so? There is actually such a figure? To think Mang Mountain has such a person, it is truly rare. Righteous Spirit Academy of Confucian Province, to think that in the Heavenly Realm, there are still cultivators of the Confucian Dao. It truly surprises me." Fang Han's gaze suddenly pierced toward that "White Fan Scholar."
This "White Fan Scholar" was startled. Suddenly, his eyes unexpectedly erupted with a vast, mighty righteous aura, containing morality, possessing an unpredictable mechanism of ghosts and gods, and even more so the coercion of sages. He actually wanted to contend against Fang Han.
"This person is an evil demon, everyone has the right to kill him!"
When the White Fan Scholar and Fang Han's eyes met, he suddenly let out a call like a long chant. The surrounding Mystic Immortal experts all grew restless, wanting to surround and kill him in one fell swoop.
"Hmph! Overestimating your capabilities!"
Fang Han suddenly flashed, his body disappearing, and the next moment he appeared in front of the "White Fan Scholar." With a grab of his large hand, he derived a thousand immortal magics and ten thousand divine abilities.
"Ancient Confucian descends, heaven and earth are righteous! The green blood of ten thousand provinces, my heart is the heart of heaven!"
Against Fang Han, the White Fan Scholar unleashed a set of majestic fist techniques. That fist technique was simple and ancient, seemingly bearing the grand momentum of the ancient human dao, rolling like a tide, actually possessing an aura resembling the Human Sovereign's Dao Canon.
"Not bad, it is authentic Confucian martial arts." Fang Han's large hand continued, tearing through the astral qi, striking directly at the opponent's vital points.
"You fell for it!" The White Fan Scholar laughed heartily. "Great Righteousness Heaven-Piercing Profound Skill! Take my move, Ancient Sages!"
His hands suddenly formed the character "Righteousness" (Zheng). His entire person, all of a sudden, received the blessing of an obscure sage aura. His body grew tall, towering into the clouds, like the form of an ancient sage.
His physical form was actually taller than Fang Han's. The righteous qi pressed down, carrying a momentum of ancient sages suppressing an evil demon.
"This move was originally meant for me to deal with Shang Ziluo, to compete with him. Now that I have run into you, it is just right for me to execute it." The White Fan Scholar laughed loudly.
"Truly ignorant." Fang Han shook his head and let out a sigh. He directly unleashed the "Supreme Heaven Sacred Method," and the phantom of the Thirty-Three Heavens supreme treasure flashed and vanished.
Boom, that ancient sage giant form of the White Fan Scholar instantly collapsed, turning into nothingness. His entire person stood blankly in the air, in disbelief.
Fang Han's large hand grabbed again. Space continuously caved in, condensed, decayed, and regenerated, leaving him with nowhere to run, being captured alive in his hand.
"I was just playing with you, you actually took it seriously. You really thought you could defeat me?" Fang Han pinched forcefully. Bang! This White Fan Scholar was crushed into a cloud of bloody mist in his hand, suppressed into the "Heaven Mending Furnace."
"Well, his essence qi is indeed stronger than an average Mystic Immortal, and he also harbors various secret divine abilities, capable of communicating with the power of ancient sages. No wonder he is so arrogantly conceited. Pity he is still far from cultivating to a Half-Step Golden Immortal almighty. Shang Ziluo was killed by me in one move, and if a real fight broke out, you would also be killed by Shang Ziluo in one move."
Fang Han's body moved again. That "Old Perfected Huawei" who echoed the White Fan Scholar suddenly exploded out of thin air, not even having time to scream. He was swept up by a large sleeve, drawn into it, suffering complete destruction.
These two were the most formidable among the hundred or so Mystic Immortals. Being instantly killed by Fang Han without leaving a corpse behind, all the Mystic Immortals were immediately intimidated.
"Go! Retreat quickly!"
All the Mystic Immortal experts immediately wanted to scatter like birds and beasts.
However, boundless golden light descended from all sides. The Kingdom of Gods thoroughly enveloped the area, and the colors of heaven and earth changed. Fang Han created a divine kingdom. The Eight-部 Floating Pagoda slowly rose. Dragons, Buddhas, Gods, and Demons were all within this kingdom, faintly visible. White jade-like heavenly flowers drifted in the sky, and gold covered the ground.
All the experts suddenly felt that countless spaces were confined; no matter what, they could not fly out.
"Hmph! This sage has specially come to integrate Mang Mountain. If your major sects do not submit, then you will just have to be exterminated one by one." Daoist Xuanzhen knew what to say at this moment.
"We are willing to submit!"
Immediately, several Mystic Immortals who did not want to die trembled and expressed their submission.
"Good, very good. Now, all your sects must merge into one, and all spirit veins must also be unified, establishing a true massive sect."
Fang Han began to integrate the thousands of sects in Mang Mountain. After integration, he would obtain immense wealth, which would then serve as funds for his activities in the Heavenly Realm. As for these integrated people, they would settle down in Mang Mountain to recuperate and multiply, planting a future spark.