Fang Han punched open a gap, allowing the twelve peerless Golden Immortals of the "Hongqi Tower" to escape. This thoroughly moved everyone to prostrate themselves in admiration, and everyone felt a tragic and heroic mood lingering in their hearts.
Everyone knew that for Fang Han, as a half-step Golden Immortal almighty being, fighting under the attacks of three peerless Golden Immortals and the Heaven and Earth Dharma Conch, there was absolutely no hope of survival.
Just as those four great Venerables "Lin", "Bing", "Dou", and "Zhen" said, Fang Han's action was truly that of a hero. As long as he could survive and not die, he was the benefactor of the twelve Golden Immortals, a grace of rebirth. He would also be the great benefactor of the Hongqi Tower. Being able to survive under the hands of three Dragon Race Golden Immortals approaching the Ancestor realm, becoming a major figure in the Heavenly Realm would also just be a matter of time.
If Fang Han had not suddenly displayed his might, utilizing the restraining power of the Eight Sections Pagoda against the Dragon Race to break a gap, then the Hongqi Tower would have lost twelve Golden Immortals, which would also be an absolutely incalculable loss.
"Four Venerables, what do we do?"
In the air, having escaped the desolate ancient city, the twelve Golden Immortals traversed the void at the risk of their lives. Connecting with one another, they burned their own lifespans, carrying the incredibly weak Venerable Yu along. Moving like lightning, they crossed infinite kingdoms.
In merely three instants, it was unknown where they had escaped to.
The eleven people landed in a desert. They were all pale-faced, looking at each other in dismay. They never expected this assassination to end in such a manner.
"D0 nothing, at any rate, we survived. And we also learned that this Dragon Race actually has three peerless Golden Immortals, and possesses a high-grade Dao artifact, the Heaven and Earth Dharma Conch. With such strength, it is no longer something Golden Immortals can assassinate. Unless an Ancestral Immortal, an existence surpassing Golden Immortals, takes action; we will report this matter to the higher-ups."
"Then what about Feng Yuan?"
"Feng Yuan is definitely dead; there is absolutely zero possibility of survival. Sigh! He truly saved our lives; if it wasn't for him, we would all have had to die there."
"How should we best compensate?" Venerable Sanxiao sighed.
"There is no way to compensate, sigh…" The four great Venerables said: "We can only notify the Yuhua Sect, negotiate with them, and compensate with some spirit veins."
"This genius disciple of the Yuhua Sect died. They certainly won't let the matter rest."
"We will just tell the truth as it is. Even if it causes a stir all the way to the Heavenly Court, facts are facts, there is no way to change them. Let's go, let's go. If he can live, the twelve of us will definitely take out all our Primordial Pills and spirit veins to help him break through to the peerless Golden Immortal realm."
"Let's go! Otherwise, if those three Dragon Race members kill Feng Yuan and track us down, we wouldn't be able to avoid them."
"Let's go!"
The twelve peerless Golden Immortals left one after another, disappearing into Shazhou once again.
…
"Bang!"
Flying backwards, Fang Han suddenly opened his mouth. The destiny within his body burned fiercely. The talisman of the World Honored Constantly At Ease King Buddha activated, directly breaking through the lockdown of the Heaven and Earth Dharma Conch.
The power of the Wings of Freedom began to manifest, passing directly through. Instead of fleeing outward, he drilled directly into the underground of the ancient city.
Originally, that Heaven and Earth Dharma Conch had locked down all the void, and wandering in the void were entirely musical notes. But the Heaven and Earth Dharma Conch was a Buddhist magic treasure, while the World Honored Constantly At Ease King Buddha was the King of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Buddhas in Buddhism. The magic treasure it refined had a massive restraining effect on the Heaven and Earth Dharma Conch.
Fang Han had already calculated this beforehand.
The reason he suddenly took action to rescue the eleven people wasn't truly because he was great enough to sacrifice himself for others, but because he wanted to send these people away, flee underground, and look for the fragment of the Divine Artifact of Creation.
He had long prepared everything to be able to escape smoothly.
"What is this? The power of the Eight Sections Pagoda, no mistake, exactly the power of the Eight Sections Pagoda is able to open the lockdown, causing our power to be temporarily suppressed."
Only then did the three old antique level dragons fail to react in time.
In the next moment, that elegant man in white Ao Shizun had already reacted. Spreading out his large hand, he completely enveloped an area of dozens of miles in one hand, grabbing downwards. The ground of the ancient city crumbled inch by inch, and the cosmos was grabbed in his hand with one claw.
"Heaven and earth are all in one palm! Trying to escape, no one can escape from my hands!"
The elegant man in white Ao Shizun looked towards the underground and saw a faint shadow drilling downwards, piercing through countless stone rooms.
Beneath this desolate ancient city, there were an unknown number of stone rooms. Each level of stone rooms was extremely vast; some were a hundred miles large, some were even ten thousand miles large. Layer by layer, going deep underground, even Golden Immortals could not investigate clearly.
"No wonder this kid was brought by those twelve Golden Immortals who sought to come. He actually has this precious item, the Eight Sections Pagoda. If we can get it and carefully comprehend it, we can rely on this supreme treasure to comprehend many supreme arts, obtain the origin blessing of the Dragon Race, and awaken the bloodline of the prehistoric Ancestral Dragon within our bodies, enabling us to grasp the origin of the Ancestor and reach the realm of an Ancestral Immortal."
That man in coarse hemp garments said.
"Ao Shizun, you hunt this kid down. Ao Shitu and I will go hunt down those twelve Golden Immortals; we absolutely cannot let them run away either, otherwise, leaking our whereabouts would result in consequences too dreadful to contemplate."
"Good, go ahead and behead them. Capturing that kid shouldn't be any problem for you."
In the split second between the spark from a flint and a flash of lightning, the man in coarse hemp garments Ao Shilie, and the man in black Ao Shitu flew up, disappearing without a trace in an instant, leaving this desolate ancient city to pursue and kill those eleven peerless Golden Immortals.
"What powerful strength!" Fang Han executed the Wings of Freedom to flee underground, yet still felt the strength of that elegant man in white suppressing down covering the sky and earth. It was simply as if no matter where he fled, he would be grabbed back in an instant.
The underground of the Immortal Realm was very difficult to penetrate deeply. Even the Yellow Emperor's Earth Sovereign Dao did not have much effect, but the Wings of Freedom were different; they could pass through any territory, and any source qi or physical matter could not cause them an obstruction. This was the will of "Freedom", the power of Freedom.
The Wings of Freedom!
Traveling through the underground was like a fish diving in water.
This underground was layer after layer of stone rooms, all forged by that ancient Heavenly Lord who built the City of Desolation. The methods of a Heavenly Lord were unimaginable.
Every stone room contained formidable restrictive spells to varying degrees, as well as the natural power of heaven and earth, but all of them were empty, obviously having been explored by people.
Fang Han did not care. His target was the deepest point, a mysterious place that no one had discovered; that was the place where the fragment of the Divine Artifact of Creation was hidden. He could feel it. Any person with great divine abilities could not sense that mysterious place; only an existence that successfully cultivated the Thirty-Three Heavens supreme treasure and comprehended the power of creation could feel it. It was a secret room solely belonging to creation. As long as he evaded into that secret room, not only could he obtain that fragment of the Divine Artifact of Creation, but he could also avoid the attack of the elegant man in white, the Dragon Race peerless Golden Immortal Ao Shizun.
"Kid, to think your body actually possesses the Eight Sections Pagoda. There are not many people who can successfully refine this magic treasure now. Hand it over. Hand it over, and I can still spare your life!"
Just as Fang Han was shuttling through the underground stone rooms, suddenly, the entire body of that elegant man in white shook. A boundless vast force exploded upwards, transmitting directly over. It was unknown what Dragon World secret method he had executed, but Fang Han instantly felt his body imprisoned and was forced out once again.
"Bang!"
He landed in a massive stone room, a full thousand miles in circumference. Pillars stood erect one by one, constructing a miracle in the depths below.
"Swoosh!"
As Fang Han was jolted out, the elegant man in white also landed in this stone room. Facing Fang Han, a pair of eyes viciously swept over relentlessly, wanting to completely melt Fang Han's entire person down.
"Young man, you are quite good, having so many magic treasures on your body. The Staff of Legend, the Eight Sections Pagoda, and within your body, a supreme treasure that escapes exceptionally fast, I wonder what it is? Show them all. Let me see if you are able to escape again?"
The elegant man in white completely locked onto every aura of Fang Han.
"Ao Shizun, do you really want to kill to the last one? My background is no small matter. If you kill me, your Dragon World will be exterminated. The prehistoric Ancestral Dragon has disappeared, and the Dragon World does not have an ultimate suppressor; you cannot withstand the attacks of many Heavenly Lords." Fang Han rolled his eyes and said.
"Hmm?" The gaze of the elegant man in white Ao Shizun flashed: "Your background is very big? Killing you, the Dragon World will suffer the attacks of many Heavenly Lords? Who do you think you are? The son of the Immortal King of Creation?"
"Do you really think you can catch me and have me dead to rights?" Facing this Dragon Race absolute peak Golden Immortal Ao Shizun, Fang Han was not the least bit timid, smiling repeatedly: "Although you are a Dragon Race Golden Immortal, you will still be restrained by my Eight Sections Pagoda."
"Truly a joke. Not bad, I am meant to be restrained by the Eight Sections Pagoda, but you are still not a peerless Golden Immortal. That Eight Sections Pagoda of yours is also not a mid-grade immortal artifact. If you were a Golden Immortal and refined it into a mid-grade immortal artifact, then I would still have some apprehensions towards you. But right now, you are nothing more than a delicious meal in my mouth."
The elegant man in white Ao Shizun stepped forward step by step, applying pressure on Fang Han. Every step carried spatial lockdown, seemingly intending to oppress Fang Han until he collapsed, torturing his state of mind.
Thump! Thump! Thump!… Seven steps in a row, every step carrying a death-hastening musical note.
This was a secret art of the Dragon Race, the Seven Steps Soul Chasing Tread.
Facing these footsteps, ordinary experts would often find their minds torn apart upon the seventh step, bleeding from their seven orifices and dying. Every step carried the power to shock heaven and earth, human hearts, and souls. Even every single step was a grand move.
Rumble!
Just as the elegant man in white Ao Shizun walked up to his seventh step, Fang Han's body made a cracking sound with a bang, seemingly about to explode.
"Good!"
Ao Shizun grabbed with one hand, executing the Dragon Race's absolute peak secret method, the Myriad Worlds Hand. With the dragon claw opening, the myriad worlds were all in his grasp.
However, Fang Han did not explode. Instead, a violently intense aura beyond compare suddenly erupted from his body. Creation power surged in all directions, and his entire person instantly incarnated into thirty-three figures. Striking out thirty-three times the combat power directly, it was the killer move of the Creation Divine Fist! At the same time, perfectly fused within that Creation Divine Fist was the dragon force of the Eight Sections Pagoda. Within a torrent of creation, the prehistoric Ancestral Dragon floated and sank indeterminately.
Not good!
Ao Shizun's mind sensed an immense danger, and he hurriedly retreated, but his Myriad Worlds Hand was instantly bombarded into fragmented pieces.
Fang Han's Creation Divine Fist pressed in!