"Tianfei Wumo, I give you enough time to consider. First, you all kneel down, beg me for mercy, and wash away the sin of insulting me previously. Second, from now on, the God Realm and the Origin Realm shall merge. Third, all people of the Protoss shall become the slaves of my Epoch Gate. Out of these three conditions, if one is missing, and you do not agree, still wanting to keep your dignity, then I will go on a killing spree today and have the Protoss struck from the myriad realms of the heavens."
Fang Han looked at Tianfei Wumo's flickering eyes and directly issued his final ultimatum.
"Fang Han, you are going too far with this. Kneel to you? Become your slaves? That is absolutely impossible." After Tianfei Wumo calmed down, a surge of wisdom spontaneously arose: "How about this, my Protoss is willing to compensate. In the most secret treasury of my Protoss, there are countless divine artifacts of all heavens. My Protoss has already gone through twenty epochs, and in every epoch, the Gate of Eternal Life would spray out boundless divine artifacts, as well as scriptures and medicinal ingredients. My Protoss has collected a treasury spanning twenty epochs. We have far more divine artifacts than any supreme teaching. I can give them all to you. Shall we consider the matter this time settled between us? From now on, well water does not interfere with river water. We can even help you attack the Heavenly Court. You need a massive amount of divine artifacts of all heavens to condense the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasures, and our Protoss can provide exactly that for you. How about it?"
This condition could truly be described as incomparably generous.
The treasury of the Protoss, possessing the accumulations of twenty epochs—just how profound was it? No one could tell clearly.
One must know that over ten epochs ago, the Protoss was still the absolute ruler, the most tyrannical race among the heavens. Furthermore, the Protoss had given birth to many Heavenly Monarchs over the course of twenty epochs. They perished one after another, but their corpses did not decay and were also stored in the treasury, buried in the cemetery of the gods.
Giving all these things to Fang Han now, no one would be unmoved.
Especially since Fang Han lacked a massive amount of divine artifacts to refine the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasures, this proposal was even more attractive. Moreover, even if Fang Han made a move to kill now, Tianfei Wumo and the others might possibly escape, carrying the treasury's divine artifacts with them and seeking refuge with some major faction, such as tyrannical existences like "Lord of War" or "Heavenly Mother". At that time, it would lead to immense trouble again.
Tianfei Wumo observed accurately. Demonstrating keen insight, she immediately proposed an offer that Fang Han almost could not refuse.
However, after Fang Han heard this, his gaze flashed, and he laughed loudly: "You want to prolong your dying breaths? Take the opportunity to ease the situation? That is also impossible. If I kill you, the treasury of the Protoss is mine, and the entire God Realm is mine. Is there a need for such wordiness? If I ally with you and you turn against me, I will have to waste a bunch of effort. It is better to end it all cleanly."
"Fang Han! There is a saying to leave a line of leeway in conducting oneself, so that it is easy to meet again in the future!" Tianfei Wumo said: "If you insist on killing us and destroying the God Realm, I will not compromise. I will take the treasury and leave immediately. Although you can defeat me, you cannot kill me. You know why. The seven great Heavenly Monarchs of our Protoss, plus me, have gone through so many epoch great calamities, yet we are indestructible, right? Even Daoist Hongmeng back in the day did not exterminate us. If you provoke us into an endless feud, you, Fang Han, should also know some of the consequences."
"Seven Emperors as one."
Di Shitian and the other six looked at each other. They suddenly changed and transformed into seven halos again, appearing behind Tianfei Wumo's back. The power of the eight people finally merged into one.
Tianfei Wumo's power was extremely strong. Even though it had not reached the point of oppressing Fang Han, it would already be extremely difficult for Fang Han to kill her.
"Is that so? At a time like this, you actually still threaten me like this? You probably do not know how high my realm is. Having beheaded and shed my past life, my weaknesses have all been eliminated. If I kill any one of you, my magical power will increase by another level, and at that time, it will be even harder for you all to escape." Fang Han took a step forward, murderous intent boiling. Every trace of killing intent condensed into many 'kill' character runes, floating in the air and falling down like snowflakes.
With a single glance, snow filled the universe.
And right in the center of every single snowflake, the character 'kill' was written.
Tianfei Wumo's body was shivering somewhat. Watching the snow filling the sky as large as goose feathers with the 'kill' character written in the center, the entire God Realm was enveloped in freezing air, and planets one by one were sealed in ice. She said word by word: "Since it is like this, then let the fish die and the net break. Fang Han, from now on, life after life, generation after generation, in every epoch, my Protoss will fight you to the bitter end."
"Life after life, generation after generation? You already have no future. To stand against me destines your ending to be destruction. Die!" Fang Han's power completely erupted. The divine artifacts of all heavens all over his body surged higher wave after wave. He was about to make his move, killing with one strike, and he was even going to sacrifice the entire God Realm.
Right at this imminent peril, suddenly, a voice rang out. Melodious, ancient, fully possessing spirituality, wisdom, and an ending of finding a destination. A brilliant glow like dusk transmitted out from the eternal unknown: "Fang Han, give me some face, how about we cancel out the grudges with the God Realm this time with a stroke of the pen? Take whatever you want from the treasury of the God Realm. Compiling the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasures indeed requires a massive amount of divine artifacts for you as well."
"Demise Holy King!"
In an instant, Fang Han's eyes immediately pierced through the eternal unknown. He saw the Demise Holy King sitting properly in a void. Array diagrams were densely spread around him, seemingly cultivating some peerless divine ability. That giant axe of the Good Fortune Divine Artifact spanned the entire nothingness, eternally motionless above his head, existing through antiquity.
Fang Han's current cultivation was not the slightest bit weaker than the Demise Holy King's. Even after beheading his past life, his spiritual realm had surpassed that of the Demise Holy King, so he saw through the specific location where the Demise Holy King was cultivating and his true body at a glance.
The Demise Holy King was nodding and smiling at him.
He also returned a smile. The Demise Holy King could be said to be his best ally, having helped him when he was in the secular world. Just like the Chaos Heavenly Monarch, he could deny face to anyone, but he must give face to him.
"Since the Demise Holy King has spoken, I, Fang Han, will naturally obey your words. The friendship between us will not wear away even until eternity. Regarding the matter of the God Realm, in one sentence, it is written off. From now on, I will no longer make a move against the God Realm. However, I will take the treasury of the God Realm away. Approximately, you know as well, Demise Holy King, that perhaps before long, that annoying Lord of War or whatever might make a move against you. Let me refine a few more pieces of the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasures, and when the time comes, we will join hands together to thoroughly behead that Lord of War right here."
Fang Han continuously deduced, having already pierced through the boundless future long river of the nothingness of destiny.
"Hahahaha…" The Demise Holy King laughed: "Fang Han, your calculation is correct. That old antique, the Lord of War, possesses unfathomable cultivation. He indeed wants to come and kill me. With your current realm and power, joining hands, we can indeed make him suffer a great loss and leave dejected and covered in dust. However, wanting to kill him will probably be very difficult, because he has vastly surpassed the cultivation of ten epochs, and possesses a divine artifact of all heavens. Furthermore, he has many Heavenly Monarch disciples under his command, each with tyrannical power. He hides inside the vortex of his own river of stars of war, never coming into the world."
"Rest assured, Demise Holy King. Having beheaded my past life, I have comprehended the absolute limit of destiny. I can deduce various clues, and furthermore, I can detain the Great Dao as a slave and alter the laws to serve as a servant. Although the Lord of War is tyrannical, as long as he dares to come invade, I have sufficient methods to make him thoroughly die! Also, Demise Holy King, the Lord of War has already occupied a portion of destiny, the destiny to cultivate to become an Immortal King. If we behead him, we can plunder his destiny, which will allow us to cultivate to the supreme realm of an Immortal King. We both have the hope of cultivating to become Immortal Kings right now, and the Lord of War certainly also wants to kill us to plunder our destiny."
Fang Han said steadily.
"Good, Fang Han, I truly did not misjudge the person. You are unique, and your future achievements will be unparalleled. I already felt a boundless nobility and boundless greatness in the depths of your soul long ago. I am truly looking forward to seeing what it will look like when you cultivate to the absolute pinnacle," the Demise Holy King sighed with emotion, his form disappearing in the void. "Tianfei Wumo, you should still be the one in charge of the affairs of the Protoss. I am the one managing the Dao of Demise, while you are the Enlightening Holy King of the Protoss. I hope you will not lead the Protoss to the edge of extinction."
As soon as the Demise Holy King's form disappeared, Fang Han retracted his palm, and the qi canopy enveloping Tianfei Wumo and the others instantly vanished.
"Tianfei Wumo, this time the Demise Holy King has pleaded for mercy, so I will completely let you off. I hope you will conduct yourselves well. If you oppose me again, I will definitely slaughter you all to the last one next time. Now, bring the treasury of the Protoss to me!"
Rumble!
Fang Han's body moved, his height growing to hundreds of millions of zhang. His big hand violently grabbed out, reaching towards the center of the God Realm. His palm covered many planes, and then in the center of the God Realm, many large purple stars all collapsed and were destroyed.
An incomparably giant treasury, an existence practically as massive as the Heavenly Court, appeared in front of Fang Han. Within one grab of his, this treasury shot out boundless divine light and began to shrink. Countless Protoss experts, Emperors, Zenith Immortals, and Saints flew out from within, letting out hysterical screams.
Fang Han shook once, and those Protoss guarding inside the treasury were all flicked out one by one like ants.
Finally, that giant treasury fell into the palm of his hand and gradually melted into his body, being stored away. After returning to the Epoch Gate, he would open it, sacrifice and refine it together, and pick out the materials within.
This was all the accumulation of the Protoss and would be of great benefit to the cultivation of the disciples of the Epoch Gate.
The Protoss had accumulated wealth for a full twenty epochs. If used well, it was entirely sufficient to add a few more Heavenly Monarchs to the Epoch Gate. Furthermore, the massive amount of divine artifacts of all heavens and countless magical treasures inside could elevate the strength of the Epoch Gate by several times over and more!
"Tianfei Wumo, you all conduct yourselves well! I still give one sentence, if you come to act as slaves of my Epoch Gate now, it is still possible."
After collecting the entire treasury of the Protoss, Fang Han's body flashed and completely and utterly vanished.