To Fang Han, the efficacy of the fragment of the Good Fortune Artifact surpassed any miraculous pills and wondrous medicines. Even if a Saint were to personally impart power to him, it would not compare to refining a small piece of a Good Fortune Artifact fragment.
Because of his Heaven and Earth as One Realm.
With every small piece of a Good Fortune Artifact fragment he refined, his power would increase, his vitality would grow tyrannical, and his physical constitution itself would undergo changes. This was different from refining ordinary Golden Immortals or Ancestral Immortals.
Even if he were to slay a hundred Supreme Ancestral Immortals right now and refine their laws, it could not allow him to advance into an Ancestral Immortal. His origin qi and lifespan would absolutely not increase, instead reaching a limit. The essence of his life would not be sublimated.
But the Good Fortune Artifact fragment was different. The more he refined, the more Fang Han's essence would be sublimated. Gradually, he would cease to be human, approaching Good Fortune, a true Good Fortune Artifact.
Fang Han didn't even need to practice cultivation; as long as he continuously absorbed Good Fortune Artifact fragments, his realm could directly soar. By tempering himself into a magical treasure, he could advance to Mid-grade, High-grade, King Grade, Sacred Grade… elevating all the way up.
However, Good Fortune Artifact fragments were truly too difficult to find. They could be encountered by chance but not actively sought. Moreover, a true Good Fortune Artifact could practically cover the vault of heaven, vastly larger than countless star domains. Even if you swallowed a piece the size of a small mountain, it was but one hair from ten thousand oxen. For Fang Han to change his body into a true Good Fortune Artifact, there was no telling what year or month it would take. He might as well just cultivate bitterly himself.
His own crystal divine kingdoms flickered and shone, each one like a perfect diamond showing a prismatic shape, illuminating the four directions, piercing through endless space and time.
Crack, crack. As the divine kingdom crystals operated, they aligned with the power of the heaven and earth's Good Fortune, forming many massive cycles, condensing within the body into countless innate grand formations.
As Fang Han continuously refined the Good Fortune crystals, the divine kingdom crystals in his body grew grander and grander, thriving vigorously.
In those crystal divine kingdoms, countless Ancestral Gods finally condensed into form: there were Buddhas, Demon Gods, Shaman Ancestors, Divine Emperors, Immortals, Monarchs… A thousand strange and bizarre gods from the heavens and myriad realms all manifested an identical face, they were all Fang Han's.
Within each crystal divine kingdom, an Ancestral God was ultimately born.
Every single Ancestral God was Fang Han himself.
Hundreds of millions of Ancestral Gods resided within his body, transforming Fang Han into something non-human. No one knew what kind of existence it was, capable of collapsing the heavens, destroying the myriad realms, devouring the void, and shaking eternity.
Fang Han's power surged yet again. The crystal divine kingdoms in his body exactly doubled, able to accommodate greater power and laws. The Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure galloped and bounded within his body, and the decorative veining upon the Reaching Heaven Gates became clearer.
The thirty-three treasures received another baptism simultaneously.
Especially the Universal Astrolabe and the Heaven Mending Furnace, their wondrous functions manifested all at once. Upon the Universal Astrolabe, a picture suddenly appeared. It was inside Private Room Number 1: an Eight Divisions Pagoda shrouded in rolling endless dragon qi, and below the Pagoda sat a man with broad shoulders and a thick back.
The Heaven Mending Furnace expanded once more. The Heaven Mending True Qi boiled up, and within it, emerald green decorative patterns birthed, like the cloud patterns inside jade.
This was the Essence of Heaven Mending.
The Heaven Mending Furnace was currently already a High-grade Immortal Artifact, its might surpassing the other items of the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure. After receiving the input of the Good Fortune Artifact fragment, its metamorphosis was also the most intense.
Continuously refining that piece of fragment, executing the Heaven and Earth as One Realm, that fragment melted extremely quickly.
In the past, refining Good Fortune Artifact fragments had been incredibly difficult for Fang Han. But now, it was much simpler, because after comprehending the Heaven and Earth as One Realm, he could enwrap the fragment and, with a slight shake, shatter it apart.
Back then, relying on the realm of the Human Emperor's Pen, even the Human Emperor's Pen could refine fragments, let alone the current Fang Han?
In a short while, all the fragments were completely refined. Treasure light bloomed on Fang Han's face and was then entirely drawn in with a flash. His aura lay deeply hidden. Right now, he was at least doubly as tyrannical as he had been just a moment ago.
"Talk of the devil, and he appears." Fang Han's eyes flashed, observing the situation inside Private Room Number 1 within the Universal Astrolabe, and immediately stared blankly: "The Eight Divisions Pagoda! Actually appearing inside my senses! In the Heaven Realm, people who can forge the Eight Divisions Pagoda are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, truly exceedingly few! And now one has appeared. This is presumably that Tu Gang, the Heavenly Court Divine Prison disciple mentioned by Senior Brother Dao Xu."
Just as Fang Han wanted to continue observing and deducing, above that Pagoda in Private Room Number 1—that identical Eight Divisions Pagoda—a spherical ray of light flickered out. Afterwards, it was entirely a vast expanse of white, and nothing could be seen.
"Heaven Mandate Sphere!"
Fang Han sneered, recognizing it. That was the other party's Heaven Mandate Sphere covering up the heavenly secrets.
Inside Private Room Number 1, Tu Gang's body moved: "Someone is actually peeking at me? My Heaven Mandate Sphere is wondrous without parallel, covering up all heavenly secrets. How could it possibly be deduced by someone? It must be that brute from Private Room Number 77!"
In his heart, a tyrannical murderous intent was brewing.
"Next, the auction of Buddha Fat begins! Here are three large vats of Buddha Fat, all from Golden Immortal level Buddhas. Three billion six hundred million catties of Buddha Fat." Down below on the auction floor, Old Man Düne began to speak again. Three massive jade vats appeared in the center of the auction floor, each vat of Buddha Fat a full one billion catties or more.
"Junior Brother, these Buddha Fats are all extremely superb items, refined after ancient Buddhas were slain. They are far more powerful than the Golden Immortals of the Buddha Realm nowadays."
"The price won't be cheap either!"
In the Hong Qi Pavilion, Fang Han purchased eight hundred million catties of Buddha Fat, utilizing a full three hundred Tier One Spirit Veins. Now here were three billion six hundred million catties of Buddha Fat, all of the Golden Immortal level, and the quality was also exceedingly superior. The base price was definitely going to be extremely high, something very few people could afford.
"The bidding will now commence!" Old Man Düne spoke: "The base price is one thousand Tier One Spirit Veins!"
The moment this sentence dropped, many people fell silent. However, a voice from Private Room Number 2 immediately responded: "One thousand and fifty."
"One thousand one hundred." Fang Han called out a price without the slightest hesitation.
"One thousand two hundred." The mysterious figure in Private Room Number 2 spoke again, his voice without the slightest hesitation either, it seemed he was determined to win it.
"One thousand three hundred."
"One thousand four hundred…"
The two competed fiercely, the price continuously soaring, making even Fang Han deeply crease his brows. The other party seemed to be a bottomless pit, where the truth could never be peeked into. As Fang Han called out prices, he utilized the Universal Astrolabe to deduce, yet he could not calculate any activity whatsoever. Within that Private Room Number 2, it was empty, without a single human figure, yet that voice truly existed.
"This person is unfathomable."
Fang Han was secretly alarmed.
"Two thousand!"
That mysterious figure in Private Room Number 2 suddenly shouted out an earth-shattering number.
"Two thousand and fifty!" Fang Han did not relax in the slightest, biting closely along.
However, after he shouted out such a number, that mysterious figure suddenly closed his mouth, seemingly not competing any further, acting straightforwardly and decisively. Like a heavenly sword, making a sudden assassination strike, and when the strike misses, fleeing a thousand miles away.
Thus, the three large jade vats, a full three billion six hundred million catties of Golden Immortal level Buddha Fat, entered Fang Han's pouch.
Through the space-time tunnel, the three large jade vats were delivered. The Buddha Fat surged, and with a swish of his large sleeve, Fang Han collected them into his pouch, seeping them into the Heaven Mending Furnace, entirely transforming them into an ocean of surging Heaven Mending True Qi.
"There is roughly four or five billion catties of Buddha Fat transformed into Heaven Mending True Qi. For assaulting the Supreme Ancestral Immortal realm in the future, it should be about enough." Fang Han nodded. All of this was preparation to advance into an Ancestral Immortal.
"That person in Private Room Number 2, I wonder what formidable character he is? Giving me a flavor of the unfathomable." Although he collected the Buddha Fat, Fang Han did not feel pleased; instead, he felt the sensation of being eyed by a venomous snake, secretly staying careful and vigilant.
"Today, this is the final treasure. Presumably, everyone knows the grand finale treasure is also Buddha Fat, but it is the essence left behind by a Sacred Immortal level Buddha upon his final entrance into Nirvana. Please bring it out!"
Suddenly, Old Man Düne spoke again.
As he spoke, an extinguished bronze lamp ascended from mid-air. This bronze lamp was extremely ancient, and within the lamp bowl, a pool of clear oil rippled with tiny waves.
"Buzz!"
The moment that pool of clear oil rippled slightly, holy light immediately shot out. Numerous Buddhas appeared in the air, expounding the law sentence by sentence. Many scriptures appeared in the air; these were all the profound meanings of grand scriptures from the ancient Buddhist sect that had already been lost to time.
This was divine oil, sacred oil.
Hearing every sentence of the scripture, a person's mind and soul would feel joyful, reaching a realm of grand delight, grand peace, and grand purity, completely devoid of vexations.
"Sacred Immortal level Buddha fat!" The moment Fang Han saw it, his mind shifted. In today's auction, this lamp oil was the greatest crux, the greatest help for his advancement to an Ancestral Immortal.
That Good Fortune Artifact fragment merely altered the core essence of his life, strengthening his power, elevating the toughness level of his physical body, and extending his lifespan; for the elevation of his realm itself, it did not provide a qualitative leap.
"This lamp of Sacred Immortal level Buddha fat, the opening bid, three thousand Tier One Spirit Veins! Including this oil lamp, both are Buddhist treasures. The oil lamp was cast from Buddhist Gold condensed within the bodies of ancient Buddhas, capable of storing Sacred Immortal Buddha fat. Otherwise, this Buddha fat would dissipate between heaven and earth."
Old Man Düne called out the base price.
"Three thousand one hundred!"
In Private Room Number 1, Tu Gang made his move again. His target was precisely this final grand finale treasure, the Saint's Buddha Fat.
"Three thousand two hundred!" That mysterious voice from Private Room Number 2 resounded once more.
"Three thousand three hundred!" Tu Gang's gaze was freezing cold as he looked towards Private Room Number 2, again manifesting deep murderous intent. He wanted to kill practically everyone who wished to compete with him. His dignity allowed no provocation.
"Three thousand four hundred!"
"Three thousand five hundred!"
Within the entire auction floor, only the voices of two people rang out: Tu Gang in Private Room Number 1, and the mysterious person in Private Room Number 2. The two of them were practically trading sentences, bidding continuously in succession. In a short while, the price jumped from three thousand to a terrifying five thousand.
Five thousand Tier One Spirit Veins!
When the mysterious person in Private Room Number 2 shouted it out, Tu Gang stood up entirely. His eyes flashing fiercely, "Truly strange times these days, everyone is tired of living."
"Six thousand!" With a wave of his massive hand, Tu Gang put all his eggs in one basket.
"Six thousand one hundred!" That mysterious person hesitated for a moment and added a hundred Spirit Veins again.
"Six thousand five hundred!" Tu Gang sat down again, ferocious origin qi brewing all over his body.
"Six thousand six hundred!" The mysterious person added to the price again. In an instant, the two were locked in a stalemate.
Suddenly, a voice transmitted out from Private Room Number 77: "Eight thousand! Eight thousand Tier One Spirit Veins."