Xiang Yizhen, the successor of the Night Emperor, Yan Xigui, the young master of the Yan family, and Gu Changfeng, the Bare-Handed Heavenly Venerable, had originally advanced to become Ancestral Immortals, becoming true "nobles" of the Heavenly Realm and Holy Sons of the Yuhua Sect. This was a time when they should have shown off their great majesty and drawn up their grand visions and massive undertakings. Yet they encountered a head-on blow.
Utterly defeated by Fang Han, they knelt in front of the Holy Temple, enduring the pointing and gazing of numerous disciples.
This extraordinary, sheer humiliation shrouded the hearts of the three, making them unable to lift their heads.
However, right now, they could not even manage to commit suicide.
Fang Han's mana completely imprisoned and sealed them. They could now only maintain a kneeling posture, and along with their mental activities, aside from that, no mana could be executed, and naturally, they could not get up and move around.
Fang Han intended to humiliate the three, leaving them with mental activities to talk, and even more to feel the disgrace of those disciples pointing and gazing at them.
"All three have knelt down; Feng Yuan truly does what he says."
"These three just advanced to become Holy Sons and encountered this head-on blow. If they had known earlier, why bring disgrace upon themselves? Trying to stop Feng Yuan here resulted in a fate worse than death. What a pity, what a pity. There is no medicine for regret in this world."
"It seems that in the future, we must also fawn upon this Feng Yuan more often and build a good relationship with him."
"I am just afraid that with his cultivation level, he won't look favorably upon us."
"Then we can beat around the bush; fawning upon Xu Muyun is also not bad. Looking at how Xu Muyun seems to already be Feng Yuan's person, wouldn't fawning upon her allow for some pillow talk?"
"This is a good idea."
With this display of might, Fang Han genuinely established an invincible image within the sect. No one dared to provoke him anymore, and many people even wanted to fawn upon him, obtaining his protection after establishing relationship ties with him.
"Let us go, Junior Brother. We will go inside to pay our respects to the several guardians. Then, the identity of a Holy Son will be bestowed upon you. After you offer incense to the statue of the founder, Heavenly Monarch Hua, you can formally become a Holy Son." Supreme Elder Chen Yimei had known of Fang Han's strength early on and was not surprised; he greeted Fang Han to leave.
"Alright." Fang Han nodded, walking into the depths of the Holy Temple and vanishing from everyone's sight.
"Feng Yuan, you are making them kneel for three days and three nights. However, there are exceedingly many experts of the Yuhua Sect coming and going along this way, and the Holy Sons are not a minority. The power of some Holy Sons is very strong. Just in case you encounter a few busybodies who, in order to buy people's hearts, rescue these three, that would also not be a good thing."
Xu Muyun also followed Fang Han into the Holy Temple. However, she possessed a delicate mind and was adept at managing things, instantly considering many matters.
"No one can open my seal, unless it is a Primeval Immortal who is a realm higher than me. But even they would have to endure my anger and counterattack." Fang Han waved his hand. "There is no need to worry about this. That seal is closely linked to me. If someone truly wishes to undo these seals, I will sense it immediately, and even separated by an entire grand province, I can launch a long-distance strike."
Experts at the Golden Immortal level could not launch strikes across vast distances of space and time. If they were separated by the distance of a grand province, it would be impossible for an attack to reach.
One must know that for a Golden Immortal to cross a grand province required decades of flight time.
An Ancestral Immortal also could not launch a strike across a grand province.
Only a Primeval Immortal, having comprehended the Divine Dao of the Prime, could base an attack on a special origin point for a long-distance strike. Fang Han did not currently know exactly what extent he had reached, but if he utilized the profundities of the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure, he truly could cross vast expanses of space and time for a long-distance strike.
Although Fang Han had not reached the realm of a Primeval Immortal, ordinary Primeval Immortals truly could not do anything to him.
"Junior Brother, I hope you cultivate to become a Saint, a Supreme Immortal, or even a Heavenly Monarch. In the future, our Yuhua Sect will also rise with the tide." Holy Son Dao Xu said sincerely.
"I do not have such a massive ambition. I only hope to be able to protect myself and ensure the people around me are unharmed." Fang Han said flatly: "Unfortunately, such a hope cannot be accomplished without powerful strength. People like Xiang Yizhen, brimming with ambition, establish the sole true sect where everyone must submit, and those who do not will be transformed into slaves. With this kind of ambitious person, if you don't provoke him, he will certainly come to kill you. There are simply too many people like this in the Heavenly Realm."
"Junior Brother, do not lament anymore. Ahead is the place to advance as a Holy Son. Look, a few old ancestors are waiting for you. They also saw your performance in front of the Holy Temple."
Supreme Elder Chen Yimei said.
"Is that so?" Fang Han cast a glance over, and sure enough, he discovered that in the depths of the Holy Temple, in front of a tall and massive statue, stood three old men.
The auras of these three old men condensed into a single point, revealing no laws whatsoever, almost merging into one with the universe's point of origin. With a casual movement, they could completely vanish.
These were Primeval Immortals.
Fang Han's heart chilled slightly. Primeval Immortals were a realm higher than Ancestral Immortals. Although he had seen Nangong Shangxin, a Saint, with the backing of Heavenly Monarch of Chaos, he wasn't intimidated in the slightest. However, now within the Yuhua Sect, Heavenly Monarch of Chaos would definitely not make an appearance.
Still, he was not overly fearful. With his current cultivation, Primeval Immortals could not see through any of his movements or his physical form.
"Feng Yuan, come here."
The three old men voiced out upon seeing Fang Han approach.
"I pay my respects to the three ancestral masters." Fang Han saluted. Toward these three, he maintained sufficient courtesy.
"En, very good, Ancestral Immortal realm. You can become a Holy Son." One old man said: "Just now, the three of us witnessed you making Xiang Yizhen, Gu Changfeng, and Yan Xigui kneel at the entrance of the Holy Temple. Do you know why we did not stop you from making a move?"
"Because this can wear down their tempers; it's beneficial with no harm." Fang Han straightened his body upright. "These three, if they keep this disposition, upon going out, they would definitely clash with other sects and meet violent deaths. To temper them a bit is also a good thing."
"Their disposition is indeed supercilious, but Feng Yuan, your disposition is exactly the same. Do you know this?"
Another old man said.
"Me?" Fang Han smiled. "Actually, when you asked me earlier why you didn't stop me from making a move, I answered with one reason. There is another reason, but I do not know if the three elders wish to hear it or not?"
"What reason?"
The eyes of yet another old man flashed with a strange luster, wanting to hear exactly what Fang Han intended to say.
"Because, even if you tried to stop me, it would be of no use. Those three would still kneel!" Fang Han said astonishing words. "There is no one who can stop the things I want to do!"
A single sentence struck out.
The entire scene was shocked. Arrogance, this was absolute arrogance. Facing three great Primeval Immortals, Fang Han was not weak in the slightest. His aura was intense, confronting them directly, revealing an unparalleled iron determination.
"Good, very good."
After hearing Fang Han's words, the three old men fell silent. After a long period of silence, they exchanged glances among themselves: "As expected of the one who obtained the inheritance of the Bone Saint. It seems the core essence of the Bone Saint was also passed down to you."
"That is correct. Right before his death, the Bone Saint passed everything to me." Fang Han said.
"Having this opportune encounter is a good thing. Among the Seven Saints of the Demonic Path, the Cang Saint ranks first. In reality, he has already cultivated into a Supreme Immortal and can be hailed as the Cang Emperor. The others, the Bone Saint and the Corpse Saint, were individuals of formidable strength, and they should all be dead by now. However, presently, the only living person among the Seven Saints of the Demonic Path happens to be a Blood Saint, a woman named Nangong Ningshuang. You must be careful if you run into her in the future." An old man said.
"Nangong Ningshuang? Blood Saint? Someone from the Nangong Family." Holy Son Dao Xu's expression changed.
"No, she is merely surnamed Nangong. She ascended from the lower realm." An old man said: "She is the final one of the Seven Saints of the Demonic Path."
"Nangong Ningshuang! Isn't this…"
Fang Han suddenly recalled that in the secular world, Heavenly Monarch of Chaos had a female disciple named the Blood Change Demonic Woman, Nangong Ningshuang. She was the founder of the Blood Shadow Demonic Sect and had already ascended in the ancient era.
To think that after ascending, she actually became the Blood Saint.
That "Cang Saint," one of the Seven Saints of the Demonic Path, also ascended from the secular world. He even left behind the Demonic Path's Holy Mountain, Cang Mountain, in the Xuanhuang Great World. Later, that Innate Great Emperor Ying Xiantian entered Cang Mountain and disappeared. Evidently, he was also swept into the Heavenly Realm.
In Fang Han's deductions, this series of things were all connected, giving him a feeling of grasping the universe and calculating matters thousands of miles away.
"Alright, Feng Yuan. After you offer incense to the founder of our Yuhua Sect, Heavenly Monarch Hua, you will formally become a Holy Son of our Yuhua Sect. In the future, if you can stand out among the numerous Holy Sons, then there is hope for you to be elected as the Vice Sect Master of our Yuhua Sect, holding a high position and significant authority, and you will also have a place in the Heavenly Court."
An old man took out three sticks of incense.
These three sticks of incense had a pungent aroma; they were made from the powder of the heavenly cloud vine incense, which was rare in the Heavenly Realm.
Only then did Fang Han notice the gigantic statue soaring high behind the three old men.
The entirety of this statue, forged from an unknown material, seemed to be directly carved out with uncanny workmanship using a primordial divine mountain as the original model. Fang Han looked up. The robes of this Heavenly Monarch statue fluttered, and it actually seemed to have been carved out by the traces of the Great Immortal Magic of Uncanny Workmanship.
Those carving traces carried the flavor of a primordial Creation Divine Artifact.
Fang Han was extremely astounded. Until now, he knew of only two Creation Divine Artifacts. The first was the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure. Another was the Nameless Great Axe of the Progenitor Holy King of the God Race, which had severed the World Tree.
The Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure had no carving function, so the only one was the Nameless Great Axe. This statue was actually carved out by that Nameless Great Axe.
"What is going on here?" Fang Han strained to look upward at the statue, but the statue penetrated deeply into the highest heavens, and its face could not be clearly seen no matter what.
This founder of the Yuhua Sect, Heavenly Monarch Hua, was perpetually shrouded in boundless mystery.
For some unknown reason, when Fang Han was offering incense to Heavenly Monarch Hua, the shadow of Hua Tiandu surfaced in the Astrolabe again.
The statue of Heavenly Monarch Hua had an aura reaching the clouds, and its face could not be seen clearly. The traces carved out by the Creation Divine Artifact, the Nameless Great Axe, could conceal everything.
"Progenitor Holy King, Nameless Great Axe, Statue of Heavenly Monarch Hua, Hua Tiandu… What kind of clues are hidden within all of this?" In Fang Han's mind, he seemed to have faintly grasped some threads.