"Why bother? This Yi Tianxing of the Great Yi Religion, known as one of the Three Young Masters of Heavenly Secret, was an outstanding talent in the sect, his status not below mine. He actually even hid this Saint's supreme art, Walker Without Borders, yet entered this ancient tomb, dying and his Dao vanishing." Xu Muyun sighed repeatedly.
"There's no other way. A person may not have the heart to harm a tiger, but a tiger has the intent to harm a person." Bi Yu'er shook her head: "He wanted to kill us himself, harboring evil intentions. Without killing him, there was no other way. If he had really been a bit tactful and retreated immediately, we truly wouldn't have exterminated him."
"My hands are already soft from killing people, but alas, what is wrong with the ways of the world nowadays? One person after another runs in front of me, making me kill them. It won't do not to kill them, as they would conversely come to kill you." Fang Han also felt somewhat caught between tears and laughter. In truth, if this Yi Tianxing had tactfully retreated and not stepped up to kill people, he truly would have been too lazy to bicker with him.
But now, the opponent threw his life away and even delivered a Saint's supreme art; Fang Han absolutely accepted it.
"With this Saint's supreme art, Walker Without Borders, combined with the Nine Transformations of Freedom, dealing with Wu Chang is even more certain. So what if he is an Ancestral Immortal? He will still be suppressed by me, or even killed." While comprehending the supreme art, Fang Han observed the mirrors on the surrounding walls. Then he extended his divine sense deeper into the subterranean hole, toward the illusory small world condensed by that long river.
Deep within the subterranean hole, the dense aura of a King-grade spirit vein was transmitted out.
That was a true King-grade spirit vein, vast and boundless. Like an ocean, there was fundamentally no way to see the edge; it stuffed the universe. Fang Han could absorb some of its spirit qi, but was entirely unable to collect the entire spirit vein away.
Just like in the secular world, when an ordinary person sees a river thousands of miles long, they can get a mouthful of water from it to drink, but they cannot collect the entire river away.
Right now, facing this King-grade spirit vein, Fang Han had exactly this feeling.
"Sighing while looking at the ocean."
Facing this mighty and majestic King-grade spirit vein, he didn't even know how to collect it or where to start. He could collect ten thousand first-grade spirit veins, but toward this King-grade spirit vein, he could only sigh while looking at the ocean.
Fang Han closed his eyes, brewed his magic power, and grabbed with a single hand toward the endless long river deep in the subterranean hole. Rumble tumble, a massive dragon-like spout of spirit qi water, a thousand miles thick, soared into the sky and flew toward him, being taken into his body. However, that spirit vein did not decrease in the slightest. It seemed eternally infinite and inexhaustible, without an end.
With this grab, at most he had absorbed some spirit qi.
This spirit qi was already equivalent to the spirit qi of three first-grade spirit veins.
Unfortunately, for a King-grade spirit vein, it was simply a drop in the bucket. A single hair from nine oxen. A single King-grade spirit vein within the Yuhua Heavenly Country could be drawn upon generation after generation by the core seed disciples of the Yuhua Sect without ever being exhausted.
The reason a King-grade spirit vein was called King-grade was precisely because its power was equivalent to a King! It was fundamentally not something a first-grade spirit vein could compare to.
"Feng Yuan, you can't collect this King-grade spirit vein?" Xu Muyun frowned as she watched.
"A King-grade spirit vein is no small matter; it is the foundation suppressing the religion of a King-level major sect. Rumor has it that to move a King-grade spirit vein, it requires several Ancestral Immortals, even upwards of ten Ancestral Immortals, executing heaven-splitting and earth-shattering great arts, and uniting countless Golden Immortal core seed disciples. Only then can it be shifted. Although Feng Yuan's power is tyrannical, toward a King-grade spirit vein, he is still unable to collect it. Nor is there any magical treasure that can collect a King-grade spirit vein. We had better just directly execute our greatest magical powers and draw enough primal qi from within the King-grade spirit vein." Bi Yu'er also began to fiercely draw from this spirit vein.
In the sect, the spirit vein they could deduce from every day had a limit, but here, they could draw from it continuously without stopping.
Not long after, she had drawn enough primal qi equivalent to a full ten first-grade spirit veins. Her face glowing red, she stored it in her body.
Not to be outdone, Xu Muyun rolled up her sleeves, stirring up the rivers and overturning the seas within this King-grade spirit vein, absorbing a quantity of a full hundred first-grade spirit veins. Unable to absorb any more all over her body, she shook her head.
Her own divine country and all her magical treasures were full of spirit vein primal qi.
She could only absorb primal qi in the quantity of a hundred first-grade spirit veins. Any more, and she would explode and die.
Fang Han, however, did not go collect any. Instead, he pondered carefully and deduced, seemingly planning something. Even the two women felt he was being overly calm.
"What is it? Feng Yuan, collect as much as you can. With your capabilities, you can absolutely collect an amount of primal qi equivalent to thousands of first-grade spirit veins, which is also a massive fortune. This is fully enough to allow you to cultivate to the Ancestral Immortal realm," Xu Muyun hurriedly said.
"Watch out!"
Suddenly, chilling gleams shot out from Fang Han's eyes. Reaching out a hand, he directly grabbed the two women, and then his body spun, seemingly dodging something.
Swish!
In the void, a sword light slashed over like an unrolling bolt of white silk.
This sword light was unpredictable as life and death, comprehending the profound mysteries of the vast changes in the world, and operating the occult mechanisms of the universe's sun and moon, making even ghosts and gods weep.
"Wu Chang!"
Fang Han stepped in an profound pace, dodging this sword light while spinning. But the sword light did not disappear; instead, it drifted in space, continuing to hunt him down.
"Extinguish for me!"
In his hand, a sword also suddenly appeared. An ancient beast head undulated on the blade, evolving wave upon wave of an aura of being lost.
It was the Sword of the Lost.
When he slaughtered the lair of the Black Tortoise Heavenly King Beasts, he obtained four streams of Sword of the Lost sword qi. Later, although he sold them to Murong Shi, after killing Murong Shi and seizing his Jade Emperor Sword Art, he got them back again and refined them anew.
Clang clang clang…
Swinging freely, the Sword of the Lost disintegrated that sword qi into nothingness right on the spot.
"Good sword technique… Did not expect that among Golden Immortals, there would actually be a person like you." A voice, treading on the waves across that rolling long river-like King-grade spirit vein deep within this subterranean hole, arrived. This person, dressed in yellow, stood as straight as a spear. His entire body remained unshakable like a mountain, naturally possessing a fierce sword qi soaring into the sky, piercing the firmament.
"Wu Chang!"
This newcomer was exactly Wu Chang, an existence transcending Golden Immortals, reaching the realm of an Ancestral Immortal. He was once a terrifying God Prison warrior, and later defected to become the Heavenly Court's number one fugitive.
"Correct, I am the life-claiming Wu Chang. Who are you? Your methods are vicious, praiseworthy as unique. First, killing Murong Shi, and then, to divert the disaster, actually transforming yourself into Murong Shi to act out a good show of mutual destruction with that Jin Mieyu. That Jin Mieyu must have ultimately been killed by you too, right? Plundering all the treasures on his body, without leaving a trace of consequences, I greatly appreciate this method."
Wu Chang's voice transmitted over once again.
"You saw through all this?" Fang Han's voice was very cold: "However, people who know others' secrets do not live very long. Ignorance is indeed a kind of bliss."
"Haha! Interesting, interesting. Those who dare speak like this to me, Wu Chang, are basically all dead." Wu Chang was a young man, but his eyes held the vicissitudes of life. While speaking, there was no trace of murderous intent, but the surrounding aura had congealed.
Bi Yu'er and Xu Muyun even felt overwhelmed by the opponent's killing aura, actually unable to fly up or transform.
"What is your name?" Wu Chang asked.
"Feng Yuan. A disciple of the Yuhua Sect." Fang Han smiled, revealing his teeth.
"I give you an opportunity."
"Speak!"
"Submit to me. To fight against the Heavenly Court, I can assist you, promote you to an Ancestral Immortal, and even cultivate you, letting you become a true warrior, a slaughtering machine, making your combat power elevate ten times!" Wu Chang said: "Otherwise, you will only die on my sword, adding another wisp of a departed soul to my Wu Chang Sword. I will not use the matters of Murong Shi and Jin Mieyu to threaten you. Those two Heavenly Court people, if they died, they died. They died very well. Moreover, I, Wu Chang, never threaten an opponent weaker than myself. That lowers my status too much."
"Die under your sword? I'm afraid your sword is not that sharp." Fang Han swept a glance around in all directions: "The Heavenly Court's God Prison warriors seem to be hunting you down, do you think you can manage to escape?"
"Those seven or eight pieces of trash, if they advanced to Ancestral Immortals, could still fight me a bit; right now they are only coming to send themselves to death. I want to collect this King-grade spirit vein and do not have time to fight them. But during the process of collecting the spirit vein, I unexpectedly discovered someone else was also collecting it, and chanced upon discovering this subterranean hole, thus slashing through the restrictive laws to arrive here. It truly is a good place. It is a central hub, the location of the array eye. Collecting the spirit vein here is much better than outside."
Holding his sword, Wu Chang swung it and swept his gaze around: "A good place, an array eye of a pack of tigers embracing a dragon, one of the nine array eyes. Heavenly Consort Umo has brewed a plan, occupying the other array eyes. I cannot collect nine King-grade spirit veins either, so I can only concede them to the Divine Tribe. But this one must absolutely be taken into my pocket."
So it turned out that just now, Wu Chang indeed was fighting those eight God Prison warriors, but while fighting, he was also collecting the spirit vein. But noticing the fluctuations of the spirit vein, he slashed open the void with one sword and arrived here.
In a sense, it was still Fang Han who caused Wu Chang to discover this place.
"So? Feng Yuan, giving you one last opportunity! Submit to me, or die!" Wu Chang issued a voice for the final time: "I will only say this one last time. This is your last opportunity."
Swoosh swoosh swoosh…
Just as his words fell, eight human figures suddenly transformed into eight humanoid lightning bolts, passing through the void and descending into this subterranean hole, directly above the King-grade spirit vein, drifting up and down with the waves.
They were precisely the eight God Prison warriors hunting down Wu Chang.
Although they were all Golden Immortals, every single one was a super tyrannical freak.
"Indeed, this is an array eye, the true main body of the King-grade spirit vein is right here."
"Correct, Wu Chang, you wasted a lot of effort outside in vain. Wanting to flee here, could it be you thought you could escape?"
"Hmm? There are other people?"
"Everyone, we are disciples of the Yuhua Sect. This Wu Chang wants to kill us; thank you for the rescue. Let us join hands together to kill Wu Chang." Xu Muyun hurriedly let out a loud and long howl.
"Hmm? Join hands with us? You three tiny ants, also worthy of joining hands with us?" One of the God Prison law enforcement disciples laughed: "To fight with us over the merit of killing Wu Chang?"