"The Dragon Race civilization, advancing once again!"
At this moment, Fang Han finally understood the might of the Eight Departments Pagoda. This ultimate treasure was indeed worthy of being the number one magical artéfact of the Dragon Race; it was absolutely not something ordinary treasures could compare to. In the later stages of condensation, this magical artéfact increasingly revealed its miraculous side.
Up until now, the Eight Departments Pagoda had absorbed a total of the essence blood, origin qi, and laws of six Paragon Immortal Emperors.
The five elders of the Hua Family and the Flare Emperor.
How fierce were five great Emperors? Their power was almost enough to directly burst anyone, but unfortunately, the Eight Departments Pagoda still contained it. When the massive power surged in, Fang Han could see that the material structure inside this pagoda began to change, transforming into a structure similar to crystal divine kingdoms.
However, those crystal divine kingdoms were extremely tiny primal ancestral dragon crystal divine dragons.
They were somewhat similar to the Barbarian Race's "Barbarian God Meng Insects", but the aura was much purer. Fang Han knew that this was a symbol of the Eight Departments Pagoda undergoing an evolution, approaching a King-grade Immortal Artéfact.
Thus, he worked even harder, opening his large mouth, his body transforming into numerous phantoms, moving towards the sky step by step. Immediately, the phantoms of the Treasure Realm manifested, and more long rivers of treasure qi were drawn over.
The five elders of the Hua Family were now extremely weak, not even having the strength to curse.
Hua Wenchang, in particular, was even more miserable. The magical artéfacts, medicinal pills, materials, various reared spirit beasts, resources, and even Dao books on his body were directly dragonized. Then, the intense flames on the Eight Departments Pagoda melted away the impurities within them, leaving only the purest and cleanest spirit qi to merge into it.
"My magical artéfacts! My Nine-Nine Sovereign Order Flags! My Cornucopia… Ah! That is my most precious gourd of King-grade immortal pills, and my treasure-refining cauldron furnace, you beast! Feng Yuan, you beast, Emperor Yu, you are also a beast! You will die a horrible death, I will not let you off. If you have the ability, kill me! I will reincarnate, cultivate anew, and in the future, I will definitely become a supreme Heavenly Lord! I will make sure you die a horrible death!"
Watching the ultimate treasures in his body fly up one by one, melted by the Eight Departments Pagoda and turned into origin qi, Hua Wenchang felt unbearable heartache.
A powerful set of order flag magical artéfacts, standing at the peak among Peerless-grade Immortal Artéfacts and approaching King-grade Immortal Artéfacts, totaling roughly eighty-one flags. On each flag, an emperor or sovereign was embroidered. This was his Nine-Nine Sovereign Order Flags, possessing the might to be invincible and devour the void.
Unfortunately, encountering the Eight Departments Pagoda, it was just swallowed up like this.
There was also a Cornucopia, flashing with powerful treasure light, with many magical artéfacts floating uncertainly within it, but unfortunately, it was also melted down.
Besides this, from the bodies of the other people among the five elders of the Hua Family, Hua Wenbin… and the others, all the magical artéfacts also flew out.
These five elders of the Hua Family had all operated for many years, holding great power in the Yuhua Sect, plundering everywhere. Each person's body was a treasure house. Now everything was hollowed out, swept clean by Fang Han, entirely melted down, and the impurities removed, granting the Eight Departments Pagoda an immense reinforcement.
Moreover, the spirit veins on their bodies were not few either.
From Hua Wenchang's body alone, Fang Han found a full three hundred or so "King-grade Spirit Veins", as well as the origin qi of some Saint-grade Spirit Veins. Gathered together, the "King-grade Spirit Veins" on the five elders totaled a full eight hundred and forty. The origin qi of the Saint-grade Spirit Veins was also condensed into a mass and directly swallowed into Fang Han's stomach, merging into his Heavenly Heart Saint Realm.
On the Eight Departments Pagoda, dragon qi shot out once again. These streams of dragon qi, each one sturdy, condensed into a space similar to the Dragon Realm.
"A Minor Dragon Realm has condensed into form." Fang Han felt joy in his heart, seeing that the condensed Dragon Realm space also had towering mountains, a Dragon Realm great sun, and intense dragon breath. This was another major breakthrough as the Eight Departments Pagoda began its metamorphosis into a King-grade Immortal Artéfact.
The five elders of the Hua Family grew weaker and weaker.
At the very end, two or three hours passed. The space shook, and the five elders of the Hua Family fell from the sky. Each of them had white hair and wrinkled skin, their power so weak that they could hardly even fly.
"They have now been beaten back to basic Céleste Immortals of the immortal level, and the very initial kind of Céleste Immortal at that!" The Kill Emperor's heart trembled.
"All of their laws have been entirely plundered. They have become trash. An Emperor, a Paragon Immortal standing at the peak of immortals, has now actually been beaten down to the lowliest, most despicable, most trash-like Céleste Immortal."
The four great Emperors were trembling with fear, unable to control themselves.
"Feng Yuan, Emperor Yu, you are so ruthless."
Dropping to the ground all at once, Hua Wenchang looked at his withered hands. In an instant, he lost all his confidence, leaving only an expression of incomparable malice.
"When you colluded with outsiders to plot against me, you should have expected today's outcome. But I will not kill you." Emperor Yu said: "I will imprison you, and then let you see with your own eyes how I purge the entire Hua Family's forces from the Yuhua Sect. At the same time, I will also let you see how I make the Yuhua Sect prosper. Only without your Hua Family will my Yuhua Sect truly soar and encompass all rivers."
With a sweep of his large sleeve, Emperor Yu rolled up the five elders of the Hua Family and, carrying the Totem Can, disappeared without a trace, leaving behind a string of words: "Junior Brother, you have merged all the laws of the five elders of the Hua Family into the Eight Departments Pagoda. Now your strength is sufficient to suppress the four great Emperors. I am leaving to slay the Barbarian Race and condense the Totem Can! I hope you achieve instant success and truly refine the Eight Departments Pagoda into a King-grade Immortal Artéfact."
"Senior Brother, go with peace of mind!"
Fang Han nodded, doing his utmost to digest the power and essence blood of the five great Emperors within his body.
Clatter.
In the instant "Emperor Yu" left, a token dropped out. Carved on it was an image of cranes dancing in the vast sky, feathers turning into heavy goose-feather snow falling all over the sky, and a crane soaring into the sky amidst the heavy snow.
"This is the Sect Master token of the Yuhua Sect. While I am away, you can act on my behalf to suppress the masses. With your strength, you can completely achieve this."
"No problem."
Fang Han put the token away, his gaze turning to the four great Emperors.
"Dark Emperor, Kill Emperor, Heart Emperor, Swallow Emperor, now it is your turn. I sense that you have many magical artéfacts, medicinal pills, materials, and your own formidable power on your bodies. Merged into my Eight Departments Pagoda, this pagoda will reach consummation and attain the stage of a King-grade Immortal Artéfact. Will you actively sacrifice yourselves, or will you endure pain and let me send you on your way?"
A sinister voice rang out, Fang Han sounding like a god of death ruling over hell, playing the notes of death.
"Do not kill me! I am a person of the Heavenly Court!" The Dark Emperor became terrified. Watching Fang Han's increasingly strong power, a kind of terror arose from the depths of his heart.
The current Eight Departments Pagoda, although it had not advanced to a King-grade Immortal Artéfact, simply in terms of magical power, had already far surpassed him. Not to mention that Fang Han had the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor, the Ghost Martial Holy Map, and his own strength.
He also could not move a muscle now. His entire person was spread out in a "大" (great) character shape, plastered in the air, sealed dead tight, only able to allow himself to be slaughtered.
"I know the secrets of the Night Realm and the treasure of the Night Heavenly Lord. I will tell you everything now, truly, do not kill me! Killing me gives you no benefit, and you will have to endure the wrath of the Heavenly Court. If you do not kill me, from now on, I can become your slave. Whatever you want, you can get."
The Dark Emperor was extremely terrified.
"The treasure of the Night Heavenly Lord? Indeed very tempting, but killing you truly has no consequences." Fang Han sneered repeatedly, adjusting the origin qi in his body while saying: "Regarding this matter, the Ferocious Emperor definitely will not say much, because he himself is in the wrong, and you all are just pawns. If you die, you die. I think it won't be long before the Heavenly Court sends news saying that you and the Ferocious Emperor fought against the Barbarian Race army together, went deep into the savage wilderness, and died directly in battle. Gaining supreme glory."
"What?"
The expressions of all four great Emperors changed. They knew that there was almost a ninety percent chance this matter would turn out just as Fang Han said. The Heavenly Court would definitely announce it like this.
"As for your secrets? Various treasures? I don't need them either. And regarding whatever Night Emperor treasure, if you know the secret, why didn't you retrieve it? It must definitely be fraught with danger inside. Of course, by killing you and obtaining your memories, I can equally know any situation. What use is there in letting you be slaves? A tall tree catches the wind, and you would rebel against me at any time."
Fang Han suddenly leaped up, his five fingers like hooks, directly grasping and crushing the Dark Emperor's skull.
The Dark Emperor let out a miserable shriek. His body, in the shape of a "大" character, trembled incessantly in the air, his face showing a ferocious expression of pain, as if experiencing the agony of the eighteenth level of hell.
Streams of black qi were drawn directly out of his body, all poured into the Eight Departments Pagoda. Expressionless, Fang Han seized the treasures from the Dark Emperor's body. A "Half-King-grade" pagoda containing Paragon Immortal laws, the Dark Emperor Pagoda, was disintegrated, turning into nine dark dragons and merging into it.
A full several hundred thousand Night Emperor Pills also turned into dark pill dragons.
The pieces of dark armor on the Dark Emperor's body also flew up simultaneously, disintegrating inch by inch, merging into the Eight Departments Pagoda. Finally, his whole body was completely naked, and magical artéfacts flew out incessantly, making one's eyes dizzy.
He was the master of the Dark Emperor Mansion of the Heavenly Court, holding great power, with authority even greater than that of the five elders of the Hua Family. Naturally, the magical artéfacts on his body were of better quality than Hua Wenchang's, there were more medicinal pills, and the origin qi was even more abundant. Refining this person was simply equivalent to obtaining a treasure house.
Paragon Immortal Emperors were the peak of immortals in this Heaven Realm. Each one was an existence that commanded the wind and clouds, standing proudly over heaven and earth, and looking down upon the mortal world. The amount of treasure materials was so large it made one's hair stand on end.
Fang Han was now getting increasingly excited as he plundered.
Rustle rustle! Countless materials flew out, and he was already somewhat numb with wild joy in his heart.
"So many spirit veins! King-grade Spirit Veins, my heavens, the Dark Emperor is truly wealthy. Is this a higher-level Paragon Immortal?" From the Dark Emperor's body, a full more than eight hundred King-grade Spirit Veins flew out. Thinking back to when he was a Golden Immortal, fighting to the death for a single King-grade Spirit Vein, now others kept collections of several hundreds.
Of course, Golden Immortals and Paragon Immortals were separated by a full four levels, one in the sky and one on the ground, just like comparing a rural wealthy landlord to a grand magnate whose wealth could match a nation.