What was the concept of fifteen eras of cultivation?
Fang Han's current cultivation was at the peak of twelve eras. Because he had comprehended the Great Destiny Spell and could utilize the power of destiny, his battle power surged, fully capable of slaying a supreme expert with thirteen eras of cultivation.
However, if he encountered an expert with fourteen eras of cultivation, he would be dwarfed by comparison and would not be their match. Encountering a supreme figure of fifteen eras, he feared he could not even protect his own life.
For the Realm Above the Realm to have a figure with fifteen eras of cultivation could be described as terrifying to the extreme. His might was likely already sitting on equal footing with an Immortal King.
However, Fang Han was not the least bit surprised. He had already calculated regarding that Lord of Heaven and Earth. He was likely the true form of an Artifact of Creation. Reaching such a degree of strength was not rare. Given time, as Fang Han's cultivation deepened and he truly wielded the Great Destiny Spell with ease, surpassing this kind of existence and reaching the Immortal King boundary would not be a difficult matter either.
Right now, regarding his "Great Destiny Spell", he knew how it operated but not why it operated. He had not yet comprehended the final step of twisting destiny and shaping destiny at will. Once comprehended, the ultimate might of the Great Destiny Spell would manifest, suppressing the myriad heavens. Wielding the ability of the Gate of Eternal Life, slaying various great existences would be as simple as eating food and drinking water.
"Brother Fang Han, do you have anything else to buy?"
Ma Wu Heavenly Lord said. His hands had already gone soft from taking Immortal King Pills.
However, he did believe that Fang Han still possessed massive amounts of Immortal King Pills.
"Do you have any other good items here? For example, some of the strongest divine items of the myriad heavens?" Fang Han asked.
"There are none left. The best items in our Ancient Shaman City were the corpses and weapons of the Five Ancestors of the Yellow Court. Although there were some magical treasures from fortuitous encounters, they were all cultivated into personal belongings by our City Lord, the Black Shaman Grandmaster, to condense supreme shaman arts." Ma Wu Heavenly Lord forced a bitter smile and shook his head: "Brother Fang Han is wealthy and imposing. You should go to some large cities to check if there is anything to purchase. Our Ancient Shaman City is but a second-rate city within the Realm Above the Realm."
"I wonder how many Shaman tribe experts there are in this Realm Above the Realm?"
Fang Han asked with keen interest. He had mastered the character "Shaman" and could be proclaimed the leader of the Shaman Sect. If there were many Shaman tribe experts in this Realm Above the Realm, reeling them all in and integrating them into the Era Sect would be a tremendous assistance. The more vigorous the power, the better.
The Black Shaman Grandmaster in this city possessed the cultivation of eleven eras. Arriving in the Heavenly Realm, he would be an antique among antiques. Leading the masses of officials and having one more person like this holding down the fort in the Era Sect, it would be as secure as secure could be.
"Sigh. During the previous era of chaos, our Shaman Sect dominated the universe. Unfortunately, extreme prosperity must decline. The massive Shaman Sect scattered like wind and blown clouds. Now, only three Shaman Grandmasters remain: the Black Shaman Grandmaster, the Corrosive Shaman Grandmaster, and the Fallen Shaman Grandmaster. They respectively established three cities, acting as mutually supporting horns, which manages to allow them to survive in this Realm Above the Realm."
"I wonder if the City Lord could be asked to come out for a meeting? I have an important matter to discuss a thing or two with him." Fang Han waved his hand.
"This… The Black Shaman Grandmaster is currently in secluded meditation and cannot see anyone. Furthermore, given Brother Daoist Fang Han's cultivation, if you possessed the qualifications to meet the Black Shaman Grandmaster, the Black Shaman Grandmaster would also break out of seclusion to emerge." Ma Wu Heavenly Lord muttered. He wanted to probe Fang Han's bottom line. He constantly felt that this Fang Han was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.
On the surface, Fang Han's cultivation lay between seven or eight eras. Although he would be considered a super tycoon in the Heavenly Realm, it was not enough to garner much attention in the Realm Above the Realm.
"Oh? You are probing my foundation. Let me show you for a little bit." For a fleeting moment, Fang Han released half of his imposing aura.
Rumble!
The entire Ancient Shaman City trembled. Ma Wu Heavenly Lord instantly felt as if an immemorial divine mountain was pressing down on him. The bones in his body made creaking noises. Ultimately unable to endure it, he fell prostrate on the ground, resembling a squashed toad. His entire body displayed a terrified expression: "Ah… this is, what kind of cultivation is this? To reach such a degree, it far exceeds the supreme cultivation of ten eras… Brother Fang Han, do not release the pressure anymore. If you keep releasing it, my mind will collapse."
"Good." Fang Han was just about to disperse his pressure when, abruptly, an ancient voice transmitted out, "What expert comes here to deal with my Ancient Shaman City?"
A beam of heaven-spanning black light swept over out of thin air. This black light extinguished myriad things, converting any object into the aura of shaman arts. It directly eroded onto Fang Han's body, actually brushing across all Dao arts until they exploded continuously.
"Heavenly Shaman Divine Light?" Fang Han extended two fingers and simply made a snipping motion out of thin air. Like scissors, a tearing sound resonated out. Instantly, that beam of black light was entirely snipped apart, turning into nothingness. From the distance, that ancient voice released a muffled grunt; it seemed that having his divine light broken by Fang Han had caused him slight injury.
Immediately after, a black-clad shaman appeared in the shop. This black-clad shaman had a short stature, holding a walking cane in his hand. A loose black robe cloaked his whole body, his face ancient yet exhibiting a sinister gloom, as if he were the greatest demon hiding in the dark dominating all conspiracies.
The Black Shaman Grandmaster had appeared.
"Mm. I merely released a bit of aura, and you, the Black Shaman Grandmaster, appeared." Fang Han shrugged, dispersing all the oppressive power, indicating he harbored no hostility.
Only then did the Black Shaman Grandmaster's complexion look a bit better. He spoke with difficulty out of his mouth: "For Your Excellency to possess such profound cultivation, it is hard to believe you are a nameless nobody. Has your cultivation perhaps reached the boundary of twelve eras? You would be a super tycoon even in this Realm Above the Realm. What noble business brings you to my Ancient Shaman City this time?"
"Nothing else, I just want to cooperate with the Shaman tribe. Speaking of which, I am also someone who obtained the Dao lineage of the Shaman tribe. Seeing the withering of the Shaman tribe fills me with some sighing emotion. It just so happens that I established the Era Sect in the Heavenly Realm, dominating the world. I wonder if I can hire the Black Shaman Grandmaster to become a Supreme Elder and safeguard the sect?"
Fang Han sat cross-legged in the void, talking with eloquent ease: "I wonder what the Black Shaman Grandmaster's intentions are on this? I have plenty of Immortal King Pills!"
As he spoke, he flipped his palm over. A long river of medicinal pills resembling the Milky Way appeared in mid-air.
"What?"
Ma Wu Heavenly Lord, who had just stood up, almost fell to his knees again upon seeing this scene: "Heavens, there are fully tens of millions of Immortal King Pills here. Where did you get them? Could it be that you found all the precious collections of an ancient Immortal King?"
Fang Han did not answer Ma Wu Heavenly Lord, but instead looked at the Black Shaman Grandmaster.
The Black Shaman Grandmaster looked at these Galaxy-like Immortal King Pills, his face remaining motionless for a long time. Finally, his ancient skin twitched slightly: "You obtained the Dao lineage of the Shaman tribe? Just whose Dao lineage is it? Can you let this old man take a look to see if you are truly someone of my Shaman tribe?"
"No matter."
Fang Han flicked his finger. In an instant, a massive "Shaman" character appeared in mid-air, illuminating the entire city. Immense, surging, and pure shaman power ruthlessly coiled onto the body of the Black Shaman Grandmaster.
"The character 'Shaman'… the character 'Shaman', the character 'Shaman' of the Lord of our Shaman tribe, the fundamental character flowing out from the Gate of Eternal Life, has finally appeared before our eyes." This Black Shaman Grandmaster muttered.
Subsequently, unprecedented piercing light shot out from his eyes: "Your Excellency, can this character 'Shaman' be returned to my Shaman tribe? My Shaman tribe will spare no cost to exchange for it."
"About this? No." Fang Han waved his hand. "My life has already fused together with the character 'Shaman'. Once stripped away, my cultivation will regress. However, if you become Supreme Elders of my Era Sect, not only can I give you enough Immortal King Pills, but I can also give you the character 'Shaman' to comprehend, jointly pushing the deduction of shaman arts to their zenith."
"Is that so?"
After the Black Shaman Grandmaster heard this, a look of disappointment appeared on his face. He remained silent for a long time, weighing the pros and cons repeatedly: "You are indeed someone who obtained the Shaman tribe's Dao lineage. The character 'Shaman' is in your hands, which can be proclaimed the foundation of our Shaman tribe. However, the Era Sect you established wishing to hire us as Supreme Elders is equivalent to restricting our movements. We are all accustomed to being free and unfettered, unwilling to be constrained. Let's do this: I need to seek out the Fallen Shaman Grandmaster and the Corrosive Shaman Grandmaster to discuss it together."
"Good. I will stay in this city, sitting and waiting for your discussion." Fang Han nodded.
The Black Shaman Grandmaster flipped his hand over, and a bronze bell appeared on his hand. Carved on this bronze bell were various magnificent prints and "Shaman" characters. It was actually an invincible divine item similar to the Far Ancient Sanctuary, a supreme treasure forged by an Immortal King.
"The Heavenly Shaman Death Knell?"
Fang Han revealed the heavenly secret with a single sentence. This was a divine item of illustrious and fierce reputation within the Shaman tribe from the past. Once the death knell rang, someone was bound to perish. Back then, the Lord of the Shaman tribe wielded this death knell, shaking heaven and earth. Wherever it was shaken, the people there would die.
Clang, clang, clang… After this death knell was rung, the sound was transmitted out. Before long, three incomparably formidable auras pierced through the void and arrived. In Ancient Shaman City, two more grand shamans instantly appeared. One of them wore armor resembling a warrior, a tall, imposing, and fierce middle-aged man; while the other was a woman with a beautiful face and an exquisite, curvy figure, yet her entire body was wrapped within a loose shaman robe.
The tall armored man was the Fallen Shaman Grandmaster, whereas that woman was the Corrosive Shaman Grandmaster.
Their cultivation levels all shocked the immemorial era; they were the founding elders of the Shaman Sect.
During the shattering of the previous era, more than half of the Shaman tribe had died. Those who were able to survive until now were all illustrious powerhouses, which could be described as removing the dregs and retaining the essence.
Now, these three Shaman Sect Grandmasters nearly all possessed the cultivation of the Mother of Heaven and the Master of War. It was also the cultivation of that Black-Clothed Envoy and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl.
As soon as the two major Shaman tribe Grandmasters landed here, they saw Fang Han. A look of surprise appeared on their faces, "Black Shaman Grandmaster, you rang the death knell to summon us here, for what exact matter? So urgent?"
The Black Shaman Grandmaster hastily recounted the events that had just transpired.
"What, the character 'Shaman' is right in the hands of this person?" Upon hearing this, the expression of the tall armored man, the Fallen Shaman Grandmaster, changed entirely. "This is the item of the supreme hierarch of our Shaman tribe. Bring it over!"
Rumble!
With a momentum that left no time to cover one's ears from the sudden thunder, the Fallen Shaman Grandmaster struck out. Grabbing with his large hand, he spread his five fingers, pitch-black and deep, and shrouded down toward Fang Han. He actually struck directly, wanting to snatch the character "Shaman" without leaving the slightest consideration for face.
"Heavenly Shaman God-Extinguishing Palm."