The Canister of Totems was once one of the seven sacred artifacts of the barbarian race, a Mid-grade Immortal Artifact possessing the power of a Heavenly Monarch level. Even though its divine abilities had been shattered by a Creation Divine Artifact, its essence still remained. As long as it continuously absorbed barbarians and was refined by someone with immense supernatural powers, it could still be restored.
When Fang Han was fighting against the barbarian army, he collected hundreds of billions of the barbarian troops and killed the army commander, Saint Dongku. All of them were absorbed into the Canister of Totems, which had almost triggered a small portion of this sacred artifact's power.
However, his cultivation base was shallow, and he could not urge it at all.
But now, this Canister of Totems was being jointly urged by the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor and Emperor Feather, which was completely different. Whether it was Emperor Feather or the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor, both were supreme powerhouses who shared the same lifespan as heaven and earth. Urging this magical treasure together instantly inspired a tyrannical and peerless power that evolved real totems.
"Buzz!"
The Canister of Totems broke through the grand formation, detached itself, and transformed to the size of an entire immemorial divine mountain. The mouth of the canister emitted countless demonic lights, and massive Barbarian God Meng Insects, more terrifying than giant dragons, intertwined into a horrifying world.
The entire grand formation seemed about to be absorbed by the Canister of Totems.
The first to find it unbearable were the three barbarian grand monarchs. They were all Supreme Immortal Emperors of the barbarian race. After being subdued by Disaster Heavenly Monarch, they became Emperor Ning's puppet bodyguards.
The power of these three was extremely tyrannical. They urged the grand formation tirelessly. But the Canister of Totems was exactly their nemesis.
As soon as it flew out, the vitality in their bodies immediately began to drain. This vitality turned into massive Barbarian God Meng Insects and was sucked into the Canister of Totems.
In an instant, almost three-tenths of the vitality of these three barbarian grand monarchs was sucked away.
How intense was it to instantly absorb three-tenths of the vitality from three Supreme Emperor-level barbarian grand monarchs? The Canister of Totems immediately expanded again, almost reaching a limit. The countless totems on it became vivid. Thunder and lightning wrapped around the body of the canister, as if it was beginning to undergo a tribulation and transform into a true artifact spirit.
"Good, the Canister of Totems is indeed tyrannical and unpredictable. Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor, let us join forces and use our full strength to suck these three barbarian grand monarchs into the canister, allowing all the might of this canister to be unleashed. I'm afraid it won't be inferior to the Spear of Judgment!"
Emperor Feather howled with his divine sense.
"Namo Lord of Freedom!"
The Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor roared loudly: "Exactly what I want. The essence of this magical treasure is a Mid-grade Immortal Artifact, which is no trivial matter. With the two of us joining forces, one Buddha and one Dao, slaying the barbarians and condensing the artifact spirit anew, we can immediately sweep the scene, destroy the grand formation, and make all the emperors perish here!"
The two great experts opened their mouths wide again, and rolling essence qi rushed into the canister. They actually started burning their lifespans. Of course, the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor had no lifespan; what was burning was Fang Han's.
The Canister of Totems changed. Holy Ancestors and Progenitors of the barbarian race actually appeared, sitting high in the sky. These Holy Ancestors and Progenitors surrounded an incomparably huge sacrificial altar, resembling the Heavenly Court.
As that sacrificial altar rotated slightly, streaks of sacrificial power violently shot out from it, directly enveloping the three grand monarch emperors of the barbarian race.
"Ah!"
Terrifying expressions appeared on the faces of all three barbarian grand monarch emperors. They wanted to break away from the grand formation and flee directly, but how could they get their wish? The suction force of the Canister of Totems grew larger and larger, spinning from within, and that sacrificial power was injected into the bodies of the three grand monarch emperors.
The three grand monarchs let out miserable shrieks, and in the blink of an eye, they were sucked into the canister.
Clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
Emperor Feather and the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor joined forces, guaranteeing a one-strike kill. They directly swallowed the three barbarian grand monarchs, who were equivalent to Supreme Immortal Emperors, to sacrifice to the Canister of Totems.
"Canister of Totems! Condense the supreme totem for us! Barbarian totem, God of Totems, appear!"
Rumble!
Under the joint efforts of Emperor Feather and the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor, the three barbarian grand monarchs, equivalent to Supreme Immortal Emperors, entered the Canister of Totems. Before they even had time to struggle, they were melted and sacrificed.
If it were Fang Han, even if he collected the physical forms of these three grand monarchs, it might take many years of time to refine them. But now, the two fierce figures, the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor and Emperor Feather, directly refined them. They displayed a strength far more tyrannical than Fang Han's.
A powerhouse with the same lifespan as heaven and earth is indeed a powerhouse.
The Canister of Totems finally emitted the light of totems. The intense light condensed into a totem, all composed of tattoo patterns. Within it were wolves, tigers, snakes, numerous immemorial divine beasts, and oddly shaped humans, all surrounding a giant god holding a scepter and wearing a crown of thorns—the ruler of the barbarian civilization's totem, the Saint, Progenitor Barbarian Emperor.
The barbarian progenitor in charge of the totems, at this moment, was finally condensed into a rudimentary form.
Woo woo woo woo!
When this God of Totems holding the scepter waved the scepter, ghosts cried and gods howled instantly. A barbarian army surged from everywhere, converging into war banners, war drums, bugles… numerous summoning weapons.
"Such tyrannical power." Fang Han felt all of this. His entire body was bathed in a type of barbarian power. His body grew stronger again, and totems appeared on every crystal of his divine kingdom. At this moment, he seemed to have also become the king of the barbarians.
This Canister of Totems was his treasure. After it was promoted, he could receive feedback, and his power would also increase.
His own cultivation base was originally that of a Saint, and his personal mana was equivalent to three hundred and sixty-five Saints. Now, as the Canister of Totems underwent a change, his power unexpectedly began to skyrocket in an instant. A portion of the power from the three barbarian grand monarchs fed back into his body, pushing his power fully to the level of five hundred Saints!
One person, possessing the power of five hundred Saints!
How terrifying was this?
The feedback from the three barbarian grand monarchs was indeed an extreme tonic.
"The power of this Canister of Totems has greatly increased. What a fine Immortal Artifact, equivalent to peak existence among King-grade Immortal Artifacts. It has already surpassed my Sword of the Holy Church and can almost rival the Spear of Judgment!"
Emperor Feather let out continuous long howls. Joining forces with the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor to use the Canister of Totems was simply effortless. With a slight spin, the entire grand formation unexpectedly began to crack. Dao diagrams, divine diagrams, and holy diagrams were sucked out of it one by one, all merging into the Canister of Totems. This canister could swallow the sky, devour the earth, and eat all things.
Countless earth, water, fire, and wind were swept completely clean.
The entire grand formation was exposed bare, revealing the horrified faces of Emperor Kill, Emperor Swallow, Emperor Dark, Emperor Heart, and the five elders of the Hua family. Emperor Ning tumbled out of the void. His entire body trembled, unable to believe his own eyes.
"You? You actually broke out of the formation."
Emperor Ning's hands clamped up as if he were having a seizure: "You devoured my three barbarian grand army guards! Causing me to suffer such heavy losses! You! This is simply an unforgivable crime!"
"Having reached this point, Emperor Ning, are you still stubbornly unrepentant, thinking you can kill me?"
Emperor Feather withdrew all his mana, and the Canister of Totems fell into his hand. The Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor had already disappeared, having been collected by Fang Han. Fang Han's body slowly flew out, swallowing the Eight 部 Floating Stupa into his body.
Now, this Eight 部 Floating Stupa had integrated all the life essence and laws of Emperor Fire, and it was already more tyrannical than the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure. Especially the floating stupa dragon fire on it, which had also begun to transform, capable of refining out all impurities.
Operating the Eight 部 Floating Stupa, Fang Han felt that with a casual movement, he could fight against emperors.
His cultivation base had now reached the peak of a Saint. In fact, he might not even be unworthy of the title of number one among Saints. He was infinitely close to a Supreme Immortal Emperor.
This power was absolutely not something ordinary Saints could contend against. As he was now, even without summoning the body of the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor, relying solely on the magical treasures in his hands, he would not necessarily fall to a disadvantage fighting one-on-one against Hua Wenchang.
"Feng Yuan, you little bastard, it really was you playing tricks! Making our grand scheme fall through!"
Hua Wenchang cursed, wishing he could drink Fang Han's blood, eat his flesh, and gnaw his bones.
"Emperor Ning, you leave! Out of respect for the Disaster Heavenly Monarch, I won't hold this matter against you. As long as you withdraw safely, today's events will be considered dropped. I can act as if I know nothing and will not publicize it." Emperor Feather did not continue to attack: "Of course, if you are stubbornly unrepentant, I will have no choice but to imprison you, personally escort you to the Heavenly Court, and hand you over to the higher-ups. At the same time, I will make sure all sects know about this. I'll see how the Disaster Heavenly Monarch protects you then."
"You dare!" Emperor Ning's face was incomparably sinister: "If you want to extract yourself just like this, it's far too cheap."
"What? Emperor Ning, you still want a life-and-death struggle? Let me tell you, my current strength has increased by an unknown amount compared to before." Emperor Feather sneered coldly: "You should be able to see that I broke the grand formation so quickly."
After exchanging a session with Fang Han and verifying Dao arts symmetrically with the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor, Emperor Feather's strength had indeed improved again, and all previous difficulties suddenly became clear.
Having reached his realm of cultivation, the focus was already on comprehension and resonating with heaven and earth. Simply refining experts had little effect. Thus, Fang Han had given him much inspiration, especially the secret of the Creation Divine Fist, which had almost doubled his strength.
Although he hadn't successfully cultivated the Creation Divine Fist, he had grasped the essence inside the Bible of Faith, manipulating the power of heaven and earth with extreme ease.
"Emperor Ning, do you believe that even if your older brother, Emperor Life, who has similarly cultivated to the Heaven and Earth Coeval state, were to come, I could defeat him with one sword strike!" Emperor Feather held his sword in one hand and propped up the Canister of Totems with the other, his gaze sweeping around.
"You are Feng Yuan? You killed Zhao Fenghua?"
Emperor Ning did not meet Emperor Feather's eyes; his ferocious gaze instead fixed on Fang Han, his expression filled with total threat.
"That's right, Zhao Fenghua died by my hands. I even refined his Heavenly Monarch horn. It felt truly comfortable, greatly advancing my mana and solidifying my body significantly."
Fang Han spoke unhurriedly, as if answering "what he had for breakfast."
"Little bastard, you are dead!" Emperor Ning's tone was malevolent: "There is no way out for you. In heaven or on earth, there will be no place for you to hide. Zhao Fenghua was my son. By killing him, I will make you understand what is known as the most extreme agony in the human world."
"Humph, just a wild breed, shedding him is shedding him. Slaughtering him is like slaughtering a dog." Fang Han's words remained unhurried, utterly ignoring Emperor Ning's threats. Furthermore, he spoke even more ruthless words: "Of course, Emperor Ning, you are also just a bastard. Relying on your father being a Heavenly Monarch, you dare to threaten me? After I catch you, I won't kill you either. Instead, I will make you eat shit every day, you know? I will definitely make you eat shit for ten million Heaven Realm years before letting you die!"