"Self-created divine abilities? Good! Fang Han, very good. Have you finally reached this stage?"
Yan said joyfully: "This is the beginning of countless major figures. Only by having one's own Dao, creating something that belongs to oneself, can one ultimately achieve success. I wonder what martial arts you are going to create? With pearls and jade in front like Origin, Creation, Termination, Legend, Liberty, Sovereign, and Adjudication, it will be extremely difficult for you to create your own Great Dao. Surpassing them is impossible."
"I am not surpassing them, but learning from them, first nurturing something that belongs to myself. And then continuously perfecting it."
Fang Han said firmly: "Now that my cultivation has reached the Golden Immortal realm, I have indeed reached a new height and possess the qualifications to comprehend my own things. Battling with Xiang Yizhen and observing his Night Emperor Divine Fist has brought me immense benefits."
"Having one's own things is equivalent to having a core! Everything else is carried out revolving around this core. It can also truly conceal my identity. From now on, I will make it so no one will be able to know I am Fang Han."
While speaking, he spurted another mouthful of vital energy onto calculation treasures like the "Heavenly Cycle Compass".
These treasures, mixed with his wisdom, began to flicker. The light of wisdom violently shot out, actually coordinating and harmonizing with those Buddha fat bright lamps in the dwelling. Within every single bright lamp, a Buddha emerged. These Buddhas displayed various faces, increasing Fang Han's wisdom.
However, the lamp oil within the bright lamps also began to burn fiercely, accelerating its rate of depletion.
These bright lamps could burn for dozens of years, but at this current speed, it would be good if they could burn for a few days. Buddha fat lamps could enhance a person's wisdom, otherwise they wouldn't be so precious.
At this moment, Fang Han's spirit was highly concentrated, and the intent of countless divine abilities rotated in his sea of consciousness. Various Dao techniques, even the minor divine abilities, great divine abilities, and supreme divine abilities learned in the mortal world, were all restored out.
Especially the Little Fatalism Art, having devoured who knows how many kinds of ancient divine abilities, now seemed as if giving feedback, spewing them out one after another. In his sea of consciousness, it evolved into a long river of stars. In that starry long river, every single bright star was a divine ability.
In a trance, Fang Han revolved his own magic power again. Those bright stars exploded, transforming into hundreds of billions of trillions of resplendent golden lights. Within the crystal light, one ancient sage after another was born. These ancient sages were all the evolution of divine abilities.
A long time ago, when Fang Han cultivated, those divine abilities would transform into little figures, even capable of reincarnating and being reborn as humans.
But now, those little divine ability figures grew and transformed again, actually incarnating into towering sages, expounding their own principles.
Every divine ability contained a profound principle within it. Even the most low-level divine ability, such as the "Wood Spirit Art" Fang Han learned in the Yuhua Sect back then, could be expounded with countless words if written into a book.
Fang Han slaughtered his way through. Everyone he killed, the Heavenly Demons, God Race, and Immortals he beheaded, all possessed divine abilities. Every time he beheaded one, those ancient divine abilities that were not of the Three Thousand Great Daos would be devoured by the Little Fatalism Art. Who knows how many divine ability brands were contained within it; now entirely released, even he himself felt shocked.
Within his sea of consciousness, hundreds of billions of sages were each preaching scriptures and expounding the Dharma, explaining principles. It was a chaotic clamor, simply a hundred schools of thought contending, myriad families debating principles.
If it were an ordinary person, under such circumstances, their sanity would have long fallen into disarray.
However, Fang Han held the pearl of wisdom in his grasp, without the slightest bit of mental fluctuation. In his sea of consciousness, new divine abilities were still increasing. In the instant the Heavenly Cycle Compass deduced to its absolute limit, a wisp of black light suddenly rose from within it, transforming into a black great sun in the sea of consciousness, obscuring the radiance of many sages.
It actually simulated the anomalous vision of the "Black Sun Obscuring Heavens".
"Black sun obscuring heavens, origin spirit endless, transforming into the Night Emperor, forever spreading darkness…" Fang Han chanted a bizarre deduced scripture. That black great sun suddenly changed, transforming into a black-clothed Daoist. That Daoist was like the Emperor of the Night, wearing a flat-topped crown on his head, his face unclear, as if the ancient Night Emperor descended to the mortal realm, covering up all divine abilities.
Rumble!
At the same time this Night Emperor displayed his might, many divine abilities within Fang Han's sea of consciousness stirred restlessly, vying with each other. All of a sudden, a golden Buddha soared up; it was precisely the incarnation of the Great Karma Art.
Subsequently, various Three Thousand Great Daos also transformed into massive sages and supreme beings.
At the same time, the Termination Holy King, the Chaos Heavenly Monarch, and even the Creation Immortal King, the Origin Immortal King, the Primeval Ancestral Dragon… all tyrannical existences were also vying with each other.
The sorcery of the previous epoch that Fang Han most recently comprehended, and even the supreme arts he fought against the Old Man Ba'an and others, as well as the Paramita Sutra of Princess Huangfu of the Divine State Pure Land, also manifested one after another.
The intents contained within the fragments of the Creation Divine Artifact also evolved various principles.
"Myriad dharmas return to one, one thought engenders myriad dharmas…" Reaching the very end, Fang Han's sea of consciousness was entirely filled with world-shaking major figures. And he himself, however, transformed into an existence akin to the Gate of Eternal Life, suppressing with a rumble, appearing in the very center of the numerous major figures. Wanting to command them, control them.
Wisdom operated to its absolute limit, and flames of countless wisdom emerged from the divine kingdom crystals on Fang Han's body. Every piece of these divine kingdom crystals reflected this kind of divine ability, even starting to replicate it.
Countless primordial energy was burning.
Fortunately, Fang Han had many spirit veins on his body, having plundered the three old dragons, and having even obtained a first-grade absolute vein. Now his vital energy was abundant, without the worry of scarcity.
For this deduce-divine-ability, the primordial energy required to fuse myriad dharmas was hundreds to thousands of times greater than ordinary cultivation.
Without sufficient spirit veins, it simply could not be sustained.
In less than three hours, Fang Han had already burned through an entire second-grade spirit vein. This was equivalent to a full strike executing thirty-three times battle power.
However, Fang Han's harvest also grew greater and greater. In the process of creating his own divine ability, deducing to the absolute limit, the profound mysteries of countless divine abilities were developed bit by bit. There were even some comprehensions that could completely not be obtained no matter how one cultivated normally.
Rumble!
When the deduction reached its maximal extreme, Fang Han felt in a trance that somewhere in the Heaven Realm, deep within some spacetime, an existence so powerful it surpassed Immortal Kings, the origin of all things, the terminator of countless epochs, the creator of countless epochs, vaguely formed a connection with him again.
However, he just couldn't see it clearly, nor could he imagine exactly what that powerful existence looked like.
It felt just like having a blurry dream.
Yet deep within his wisdom, Fang Han still understood that this was the Gate of Eternal Life, because he had encountered such a scene before. Every time he operated the Little Fatalism Art to its limit, he would have this feeling. But this time, the feeling was even stronger.
Amidst this feeling, within his sea of consciousness, one divine ability after another grew even more robust. The evolved sages reached their limit, and then suddenly exploded one by one.
Instantly, he felt as if he had experienced countless chaotic epochs, experiencing the process of splitting heaven and earth over and over again.
In the talisman of the World Honored Constantly At Ease King Buddha, the singing voice of the young monk resounded loudly once more, "Born only eighteen years old, one chaos is but one year."
"Epoch, chaos, universe, every cycle, every splitting of heaven and earth. The old epoch vanishes, the new epoch is born. Flowers bloom and fade, the long years flow. Watching the misty rain over the universe, the changing of the vast seas into mulberry fields, it is yet another epoch." In Fang Han's mind, two words were finally brewed. That was "Epoch". Every splitting of heaven and earth was a new epoch. Every epoch was an unknown hundreds of millions of trillions of years. Time was that eternal cableway, not knowing where one was, infinite yet not repetitive. In every epoch, a new Great Dao was born.
"The martial arts I self-created will be called Epoch! Epoch Divine Fist! Infinite, yet not repetitive. Without a cycle that goes round and begins again, this is the naked supreme Dao. Continuously pioneering, transcending Yin and Yang, transcending Taiji!"
Fang Han suddenly opened his eyes in a flash, looking towards the future.
Any Great Dao goes round and begins again, forming a grand completion. However, Fang Han comprehended one chaotic epoch after another, and actually discovered that this is a path of pioneering, where there has never been mere repetition, infinite, yet without a path that goes round and begins again. The previous epoch was the Dao of Sorcery, the epoch before that was another Dao. Tracing back infinitely, no one Dao is identical.
His martial arts would be born from within the Epoch!
A speck of bright light rose up in his heart.
Wooo wooo wooo wooo! Wooo wooo wooo! Ghosts crying and gods howling. The void itself seemed to be weeping, generating an anomalous vision, forbidding such a powerful martial art from being born.
A new runic character was born within Fang Han's most core divine kingdom crystal, condensed from his entire will. This runic character started out round, ultimately changed into twisting like a dragon or snake, and soon after, changed back into being perfectly straight… It just constantly changed like this, every change absolutely different from the previous one.
Infinite changes, yet absolutely not repeating.
Symbolizing that through countless epochs, no identical Dao would absolutely ever be born.
This is the Dao of pioneering! Never repeating! Never cycling! Every single time, carving out a new truth.
At the same time this talisman was born, an artistic conception of the vicissitudes of time was added to Fang Han's Golden Immortal laws, as if having experienced countless ancient epochs. Becoming even more profound.
At the same time this martial art was born, Fang Han's Golden Immortal laws did not increase, did not become stronger, but became more ancient, more resilient, more indelible. In a split second, he was like an old antique, a living fossil, having experienced a lifespan of countless epochs, his mind reaching a supreme level.
It could be said that now, Fang Han's state of mind stood at a height, a height comparable to some Heavenly Monarchs.
His field of vision was infinitely broad, his power infinitely far-reaching.
"Finally accomplished! The Dao of pioneering, the Dao of the Epoch." Fang Han opened his eyes, observing the talisman deep within his divine kingdom crystals constantly changing into various forms, and a surge of power arose spontaneously.