"This time is truly refreshing, taking down an Ancestral Immortal directly and plundering all of his Ancestral Immortal laws. It seems my strength has reached an appalling extent. I wonder how the Grand Energy Tower will respond to this matter? How will some of the grand dominators of the Grand Energy Tower face this?"
Fang Han flew out of the Qi Sect Tower, feeling exhilarated in his heart. He had finally tested out his own strength.
He had actually reached the point where he could obliterate an Ancestral Immortal and tear them apart at will.
Now, he had also purchased seven to eight hundred million catties of Buddha fat, which was enough for him to undergo hellish training for ten days to half a month. He would become increasingly tyrannical in the future, and once he advanced to become an Ancestral Immortal, just how formidable would he be?
"Killing an Ancestral Immortal allows the Thirty-Three Heavens treasures to be refined into high-grade immortal artifacts. That will be another transformation; at that time, just how powerful will they be?"
With fantasizing anticipation, Fang Han flew directly toward the Great Shang Ancient Province.
He was now heading to the Great Shang Ancient Province to purchase more Buddha fat. It would be best if it surpassed the Golden Immortal realm—say, the Buddha fat of Ancestral Immortals or Origin Immortals, which would bring greater benefits to his cultivation.
Moreover, Ancestral Immortal-level Buddha fat held immense benefits for tempering the Thirty-Three Heavens treasures.
Arriving at the Ancient Central Province City, he activated the ancient city's teleportation array, teleporting all the way out to the distant Great Shang Ancient Province.
"Hmm? The Great Shang Ancient Province seems very close to the Void Province, which is where Xu Muyun's Xu family is located. At that appropriate time, I should go visit the Xu family and pay my respects to that ancient noble family."
Referencing the map of the Heavenly Realm in his mind, Fang Han thought to himself.
Having devoured many experts and obtained their memories, Fang Han was already very familiar with some prosperous regions of the Heavenly Realm.
Although the Heavenly Realm was vast, there were many places that were desolate and uninhabited. Some were mysterious dead zones, or deserts, or oceans, or alternate dimensions, or arcane cities.
The generally prosperous grand provinces were specifically the One Hundred Thousand Grand Provinces.
They were under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court.
The One Hundred Thousand Grand Provinces constituted the bustling domains where countless noble families, innumerable sects, and factions interacted with one another, forming the order of the Heavenly Realm.
The Great Shang Ancient Province was a place specialized for commercial trade, exchanging materials, magical treasures, various medicinal pills, and even information or secret cultivation methods.
This was equivalent to the cultivation grand worlds of the mortal realm.
However, this was the Heavenly Realm. A cultivation grand world in the secular realm could not even compare to a small street or a tiny shop in the Great Shang Ancient Province.
A random blade of grass or a piece of wood from the Heavenly Realm, if it fell into the secular realm, would become an ultimate immortal treasure. Even a random handful of soil, reaching the secular world, would be unparalleled immortal earth, the essence of Wu-earth.
Passing through the Ancient Central Province City, tossing and turning through transit, Fang Han successively traversed Rong Province, Jiu Province, Yong Province… dozens of grand provinces, taking three days before finally arriving in the Great Shang Ancient Province.
Upon entering the Great Shang Ancient Province, an aura of mortal hustle and bustle assaulted his face, appearing in the air. Various negative emotions permeated the sky; this was not a place for cultivators to reside, but an arena for fame and profit.
However, everything in the Great Shang Ancient Province broadened Fang Han's horizons.
Strolling casually through the colossal ancient city, Fang Han saw many novel things. For instance, in a tavern, they were actually slaughtering experts of the Protoss—Mystic Immortals and half-step Golden Immortals—right in front of people. Then, their divine domain kingdoms were dug out and refined into pills using true fire, served as meals.
There were even experts directly dragging female Buddhas of the Buddha sect or the Protoss with ropes, hawking them on the street.
Of course, there were also female holy demons of the Mystic Immortal level who had been captured and were similarly being sold along the streets.
Beside the streets of the Great Shang Ancient Province, the most prominent scenery consisted of individual experts setting up street stalls by the roadside.
Fang Han saw a Golden Immortal mighty figure randomly fly down from the sky, sit cross-legged on the side of the street, and then use Daoist arts to create a tiny kingdom. The materials and pills he wanted to sell were placed within the spatial kingdom, and then he slowly began to peddle. Some experts would approach to haggle over the price.
Of course, alongside these roadside "stall-setting small peddlers," there were majestic architectural structures and large shops within the ancient city. From the memories of the eight Heavenly Realm disciples, Fang Han knew of grand commercial stores and large trade guilds that far exceeded the Grand Energy Tower. For example, the most famous grand trade guild was the "Heavenly Origin Alliance," where anything could be bought. Its auction house was the most renowned. For instance, the "Successor of the Corpse Saint" had purchased an entirely inconspicuous token at the Heavenly Origin Alliance's auction house, which turned out to be the "Corpse Saint Order." Through it, he obtained the Corpse Saint's treasure and successfully cultivated the supreme corpse Dao.
Many people had bought highly valuable treasures for very low prices at the "Heavenly Origin Alliance" auction house.
Therefore, countless important figures would come here to buy treasures.
Fang Han needed vast quantities of Buddha fat, which meant he too had to visit the Heavenly Origin Alliance to make his purchases.
He strolled casually, simultaneously using his divine sense to scan the "stall-setting" experts in some streets of the Great Shang Ancient Province city, hoping to buy some good items.
His discernment for treasures was now exceedingly accurate.
Because he possessed the calculations of the "Heavenly Cycle Compass," even if evaluating a treasure from countless epochs ago, all he had to do was deliberate carefully, and he could deduce exactly what it was, what purpose it served, and what efficacy it held. He could know which divine ability it was beneficial to cultivate.
Furthermore, he didn't even need the "Heavenly Cycle Compass." The deductions of his own crystal divine kingdoms alone, which processed at a speed of quadrillions of times in a single instant, meant basically no fragment of any treasure could escape his notice.
There were fragments left behind by the previous epoch, or even the epoch before that, devoid of the slightest spiritual energy, which ordinary people could not recognize, thinking they were trash, yet they were supreme treasures.
For example, Fang Han's former Ancestral Shaman Mirror, even if tossed into an auction house, no one would have recognized it unless they possessed exceptionally profound research into the ancient Way of Shamanism.
Walking carelessly on the bustling streets, there was endless movement moving up and down in the sky and on the ground, with various cultivators flying past in streaks. From the distant ancient towers and expansive mansions, powerful auras occasionally flashed. Fang Han felt an inexplicable sensation in his heart. It was very fresh and fiery.
"Hmm?"
Just as he was comprehending his surrounding environment, Fang Han's gaze fell before an old man.
This old man was dressed entirely in gray clothing, emitting waves of a decaying, declining aura, but bits of golden light flashed in his eyes, revealing his identity—he was an unworldly Golden Immortal.
However, recognizing this condition, practically anyone with a discerning eye would know this unworldly Golden Immortal's lifespan was likely nearing its end. He would sit in death within a few hundred or a few thousand Heavenly Realm years at most.
Golden Immortals could actually live for a very long time.
Yet, some Golden Immortals suffered damage to their lifespans due to fighting others, or because of cultivating divine abilities that led to Qi deviation. Eventually, their lifespan would diminish, their fuel exhausted and lamp extinguished, leading them to sit in death.
There were quite a number of such individuals, so what Fang Han paid attention to was not the old man, but some of the things he was selling at his "stall."
The old man sat on the ground, utilizing his divine power to prop up a spatial kingdom. Within a radius of dozens of miles inside, there cleanly lay several dozens of oddly-aura-ed objects.
The vast majority were fragments of magical treasures, including bricks and tiles, dug up from who knew which ruination.
"This fellow Daoist, these treasures of mine were completely excavated from a mysterious ancient city. Every brick and tile possesses mysterious power. That ancient city is rumored to be left behind by the Barbarian race prior to antiquity."
Seeing Fang Han lingering and observing before his kingdom, the old man couldn't help but open his eyes, speaking weakly.
"Hmph? There are loads of people exploring for treasures in the Barbarian Province. The Barbarian race indeed once lived in the Barbarian Province, but now it's entirely desolate. The Heavenly Court waged war against the Barbarian race, plundering countless supreme treasures. Who knows how many people have explored that shattered region of the Barbarian Province for treasures. Although you picked up some bricks and tiles from there, you still want to deceive people?"
A cultivator also took a look in front of this old man's kingdom, fancying one of the mysterious earthen pots and wanting to buy it away. However, the old man quoted a price of one second-grade spirit vein at once, causing the cultivator to immediately walk off while cursing.
"Failing to recognize good merchandise! These things were fought and seized over by me risking my life against others. A whole group went to the Barbarian Province to explore for treasures, and only I alone returned." The old man cursed, "Having eyes but no pupils."
"This earthen pot costs the price of a second-grade spirit vein?" Fang Han pointed to an entirely inconspicuous, pitch-black pot tinged with slight brown like rust within the old man's kingdom.
This earthen pot was clearly an item used by members of the wild barbarian race, holding not the slightest flavor of artistry; it was simply crude and ancient. It had some textures carved into it, depicting what looked like a group of barbarians hunting and slaying immortal beasts.
In the Heavenly Realm, there still existed the Barbarian race. They were savage tribespeople whose civilization had not yet blossomed. Every single one possessed boundless brute strength and innate divine abilities. Rumor had it that in an exceedingly distant era of the Heavenly Realm, the Good Fortune Immortal King ordered the emperors under him to sweep away all the various barbarian tribes and establish the civilization of the immortal Dao. Antiquity underwent tragic and bitter slaughter.
Now, there were a few declining ancient barbarian cities left.
Among the items the old man was selling, the one Fang Han was most interested in was this earthen pot because when he scanned it with the Heavenly Cycle Compass, he actually vaguely sensed an ancient altar.
It was that immeasurably enormous altar that appeared when executing the Holy Sacrifice Great Immortal Magic.
The Holy Sacrifice Great Immortal Magic was actually a divine ability frequently utilized by the ancient barbarian tribes of the Heavenly Realm. After hunting down immortal beasts and demons, those barbarians would conduct sacrifices to exchange for boundless power, which accumulated in their bodies, all relying on that ancient and mysterious altar.
That ancient and mysterious altar was rumored to be something left behind from many epochs ago, and the Heavenly Court had always wanted to obliterate it. Yet they could never find out exactly where this altar was located.
Now, upon seeing this earthen pot, Fang Han unexpectedly caught a glimpse of that mysterious altar's shadow within it, making him feel that this item was extremely valuable.
"Alright, I'll buy this earthen pot. A second-grade spirit vein equals roughly one hundred billion Origin Beginning Pills; I will give you this amount." Fang Han severed off one hundred billion Origin Beginning Pills' worth of spiritual energy from a first-grade spirit vein and handed it over, directly taking away this mysterious earthen pot.
"Many thanks, many thanks…"
Seeing the item sold out, the old man was exceptionally delighted. Consequently, the Origin Beginning Pills directly melted into his body: "I can go buy a lifespan-extending King Grade immortal pill now…"