Knowing Fang Han's objective of recalling the "Totem Can," this formerly "Sacred Grade Immortal Artifact," the Heavenly Monarch reincarnation Jun Cangsheng was not in the least bit fearful. Instead, he grew increasingly excited. It seemed that only the current Fang Han held the meaning of a true challenge for him.
"This is not bad. The Totem Can used to be a Sacred Grade Immortal Artifact, and just like me, an existence at the Heavenly Monarch level. Regrettably, it too has lost its capabilities, becoming like this now. However, only something that was once an existence equivalent to a Heavenly Monarch is fit to stand on equal footing with me. It is a pity that a person like you is fundamentally unworthy of wielding this Sacred Grade Immortal Artifact. It seems it is destined by heaven that this Sacred Grade Immortal Artifact will fall into my hands."
Jun Cangsheng's gaze was ethereal, possessing a unique capability that penetrated into Fang Han's body, fixing its stare upon that Totem Can.
"Whether I am worthy of possessing it or not, we will talk about it after the battle. No matter how much is said now, it cannot shake my will. Jun Cangsheng, make your move. Between us, in this battle, whoever loses will perish, and their counterpart will acquire all of their essence."
Fang Han's hands were empty, holding neither sword nor saber, nor any type of weapon at all. But his fingernails began to grow, and piece after piece of dragon scales opened up, indestructible.
The savage divine laws within the Totem Can also poured into the Eight Divisions Buddha Pagoda, causing the Eight Divisions Buddha Pagoda to become even more nourished.
The cultivation of the Eight Divisions Buddha Pagoda into a King Grade Immortal Artifact did not signify the end of the line.
King Grade Immortal Artifacts still had many paths to tread. Within those paths, they had to be continuously refined and cultivated to interweave a sacred aura. Furthermore, they continuously required the vital energy of the Treasure World and the laws of various Emperor-level supreme immortals to execute sacrificial refinement and hammering, only then could their might elevate.
An even better method was the blood sacrifice of the laws of an Equal to Heaven and Earth Emperor, forging an indestructible divinity.
The current Eight Divisions Buddha Pagoda was still at the initial stage of a King Grade Immortal Artifact. Attaining the pinnacle altitude like that of the Spear of Judgment was still a very long way off.
But the Totem Can, while in Emperor Feather's hands, had slain an unknown number of barbarian Emperors, accumulating the laws of numerous foreign dimension Emperors of the barbarian race. Now, washing these laws into the Eight Divisions Buddha Pagoda for mutual supplementation, in an instant, the dragon power grew solid once again.
Consequently, this led to Fang Han's palms rivalling any divine weapon or sharp tool; these were the claws of the primeval Ancestral Dragon.
One primeval, one savage; both belonged to the aura of the "wild."
The meaning of "wild" was ancient, everlasting, remote… possessing infinite strength.
"Very well, I shall then slay you."
Jun Cangsheng took one step forward. The longsword in his hand turned decay into magic, cleaving downwards with the force to shatter mountains and rivers. It turned into floating willow catkins fluttering in the wind, dancing with the breeze. Under a single stroke of the sword, turning all living beings upside down, the transformations of the world, were all within the changes.
This sword strike was not any specific move; it was simply Jun Cangsheng's comprehension of the martial dao, his realm of swordsmanship. With a simple cleave, even Emperors would be outright slaughtered.
"Clang!"
Fang Han raised his palm upward vertically to capture it, and astonishingly blocked this sword strike. Then the dragon claw continuously vibrated, actually tracing back to the origin, obliterating the sword momentum. "Ancestral Dragon Controls the Realm!"
This move of his was a martial art of the Dragon Race, the strongest method utilized by the primeval Ancestral Dragon when molding the Dragon Realm.
With a single claw, manipulating the world, shattering eternity to break through the fog, it possessed the supreme divine might of creating tens of thousands of realms. On the spot, he grabbed directly onto Jun Cangsheng's sword-wielding hand.
"Still rigidly adhering to moves, truly foolish beyond reach. Your martial arts realm is already inferior to mine by a degree." Facing Fang Han's world-creating claw, Jun Cangsheng showed no fear at all. Instead, derision appeared within his eyes: "My martial arts have already reached the realm of turning decay into magic, no longer bound by rigidly adhering to moves. Any simple strike contains the supreme might of heaven. You are fundamentally not my opponent, break for me."
Instantly, sword energy crisscrossed horizontally and vertically, scattered everywhere like points of stars. As if night had fallen with stars twinkling, the sky was completely filled with sword light. Every point of sword light transformed into stars, suns, and moons, shrouding the sky, and instantly breaking apart Fang Han's claw momentum.
This sword slashed apart the primeval, overriding the savage. Astonishingly, it rose above the power of the "wild."
"Clang!"
The sword and the claw clashed.
Both Fang Han and Jun Cangsheng retreated backward, separating.
This blow actually resulted in evenly matched shares.
"Not bound by rigidly adhering to moves? Your comprehension of the martial dao has gone astray. Moves are laws, moves are the Great Dao. The Great Dao is formless, but when it falls into the eyes of men, it takes form, thereby transforming into moves. Not being bound by rigidly adhering to moves is indeed the highest realm, yet regrettably, your person is far from reaching the highest realm. Even as an Immortal King, you are not at the highest realm; you still possess moves. Only by attaining eternal life can one casually create laws, create civilizations, create epochs. For you to currently harbor vain hopes of this realm free from restraints, not bound by rigidly adhering to moves, is equivalent to an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating your own capabilities. You have strayed into the demonic path; how laughable that you still act with arrogant self-conceit. Such being the case, I will give you a lesson today that you will remember for your entire eternal life."
Fang Han coldly refuted, every word and sound he spoke resembling true mantras. This was actually a clash between the original hearts of the two individuals; their recognition of martial arts and the Great Dao was clashing.
"Clever words and an ingratiating expression." What kind of figure was Jun Cangsheng? He naturally would not be moved by Fang Han's words. In the face of Fang Han's refutation, his gaze was simply cold. He took another step forward to seize the opening and thrust with his sword. It remained an ordinary move, but it contained legends.
A wonderfully wrought sword strike, devoid of any rules, leaving no traces to be found, actually triggered the momentum of heaven, coming forward to assassinate Fang Han.
Fang Han's expression was unflinching. With both palms, he formed hand seals. Streams of savage divine laws were drawn out from deep within his body, evolving into various Dharma seals with the assistance of the Myriad Things Transforming into Dragons Art, blocking the sword momentum.
In an instant, the two clashed thousands of times. The fluctuations grew more intense with every exchange, and Jun Cangsheng's sword芒 grew sharper and sharper, practically capable of slicing everything.
And Fang Han's hands also grew increasingly solid. No matter how terrifying the opponent's sword芒 was, he could always defend against it.
During the battle, Fang Han did not counterattack; he simply met force with force, adopting appropriate countermeasures. Every beam of sword energy the opponent thrust forward was accommodated and dragonized by him, sent into the Eight Divisions Buddha Pagoda and calculated within the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasures, while simultaneously being collected into the Totem Can for storage. Although it appeared he was on the losing end, he was actually accumulating power, then searching for an opportunity for a one-hit definite kill.
Fang Han had just obtained the Totem Can, in which the boundless power obtained by Emperor Feather's slaughter of the barbarians had not yet been utilized and refined in time. Now, battling with Jun Cangsheng was an exceptionally good opportunity. Jun Cangsheng's sword techniques, Daoist arts, and martial arts had already reached a realm that practically startled the heavens and made the ghosts weep. Every move was like a monarch dominating heaven and earth, triggering heavenly momentum, heavenly waves, heavenly marks, heavenly patterns… carrying out an assassination against Fang Han.
And this was just like a large hammer used in steel refining and iron forging, beating upon Fang Han. Amidst the continuous striking, by borrowing Jun Cangsheng's sword energy, Fang Han was conversely tempering his own dao of martial arts. The true energy within his body was continuously condensing and transforming.
At this very moment, Fang Han looked as if he was not actually engaging in a fight, but seemingly practicing his techniques. Relaxed and graceful, in between blocking sword energy with every move and stance, there was an indescribable handsome elegance and unhurried composure. He looked completely at ease, entirely like a divine dragon soaring in the clouds wandering unfettered above the nine heavens.
By this time, anyone could see that Fang Han was not falling into a disadvantage in front of the Heavenly Monarch reincarnation Jun Cangsheng. Moreover, the longer he fought, the more he revealed his own potential.
The expressions of many Emperors turned silent. They had originally thought that Fang Han had lost his confidence, and upon entering the Heaven and Earth Battle Arena in the final decisive battle, he would die before enduring three moves or two stances, yet unexpectedly, he was becoming increasingly formidable.
"This kid is truly unfathomable. Given time, he will definitely become an instrument of great capacity." Supreme Emperor Void, Supreme Emperor Qi, Supreme Emperor Fate, Supreme Emperor Hexagram and other old antiques discussed among themselves, their eyes widening. Originally they thought it was a battle between two juniors, and held thoughts of giving guidance in their hearts, but now, they discovered that virtually every exchange of blows between the two brought forth new ideas. It served as a great inspiration to them, leaving them secretly shocked in their hearts.
"Both are absolute hegemonic talents with great ability and bold vision. In the future days, they will surely display their majestic power, declaring themselves kings and hegemonies."
"This is truly an authentic peak battle of geniuses. I wonder who will emerge as the final victor?"
"Look! That Jun Cangsheng is exerting his might! He has urged his power."
Everyone's hearts tightened, their gazes once again firmly fixed upon the arena, not daring to relax in the slightest.
Suddenly, on the grounds, Jun Cangsheng withdrew his sword, standing upright, and said coldly to Fang Han: "You are borrowing my sword energy to temper the true energy magic treasures inside your body, as well as the savage divine laws?"
"Unexpectedly you perceived it." Fang Han said distantly: "What a pity. You became alert so quickly. I am still lacking the final thread of maturation to achieve great completion, upon which I would immediately shed my mortal body and exchange my bones, suppressing you with the flip of a hand."
"A joke. Even if you attain great completion, you are still not my opponent. The exchange of blows just now was nothing more than a simple and easy warm-up. Very well, I will let you behold my true absolute arts. Three Thousand Great Daos, all manifest! Come forth!"
Rumble!
Wave after wave of original energy manifested from Jun Cangsheng's body. In an instant, countless Great Daos soared into the sky one after another, coagulating in the sky into expanses of worlds and stretches of deities. All the gods of the heavens were within them.
"Great Disaster Art, Great Five Elements Art…"
Fang Han looked on and saw that the Great Daos flying out from within Jun Cangsheng's body fully numbered two thousand nine hundred and ninety-six. Only four Great Daos were missing: the Great Destiny Art, the Great Karma Art, the Great Wish Art, and the Great Reincarnation Art! That meant to say, among the Three Thousand Great Daos, apart from those four Great Daos, everything else had been cultivated by Jun Cangsheng to the realm of pure perfection.
Even some of the Three Thousand Great Daos that had never appeared in the world had been learned by Jun Cangsheng.
"Feng Yuan, my Three Thousand Great Daos are still missing four Daos to reach completion. No, generally speaking, what I am still missing is three Daos, because the Great Destiny Art has never appeared in this world. The Great Dao being incomplete, that itself is the true logic. And upon your body, I have sensed the auras of karma and reincarnation. After obtaining these two, my Great Dao will be even more pure."
Rumble!
Jun Cangsheng's entire person stood rigidly in the air like a demon god, all over his body emitting a kind of primeval air current. The Three Thousand Great Daos revolved around his body, and suddenly, they collided into each other, beginning to evolve. The fusion of two Great Daos would turn into a new Immortal Art; some were the fusion of three Great Daos, while some were the fusion of tens of Great Daos.
In an instant, these two thousand nine hundred and ninety Great Daos amidst their fusions, deduced Great Immortal Arts as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. It seemed as if all the Immortal Arts in the world were within these evolutions.
"This is…"
Emperor Xi's expression instantly changed. "This is the Supreme Law of the World of Laws! The king among laws, the Boundless Law of the King of Laws!"