"Arrived at the area of the Primeval God Temple!" Fang Han used "Wood Evasion" to shuttle through the primeval jungle, his mind becoming clearer and clearer, simply like a fish in water. The "Green Emperor Wood Sovereign Art" gained a geographical advantage in the jungle, having a very hearty and dripping taste. Right in the midst of this shuttling, he suddenly felt surges of mysterious power appearing deep in the jungle.
"I am the Green Emperor, reporting all woods!"
With a sudden thrust, he activated the astral energy of the Green Emperor Wood Sovereign Art, infiltrating into many primeval ancient trees.
Instantly, numerous trees transmitted a faint intent to him, telling him the situation ahead. From the intent of the trees, he immediately "saw" ruined god temples towering in the jungle, an unknown number of them, stretching for thousands and tens of thousands of miles. Every god temple was lofty and majestic, as massive as a mountain. Inside, an intimidating pressure that made people dare not blaspheme was emitted.
At the same time, there were also many ruined ancient city walls, having not weathered away after an unknown number of tens of thousands of years, with ancient years imprinted on the mottled moss.
The Green Emperor Wood Sovereign Art commanded all woods. Now, if Fang Han circulated the Wood Sovereign Art in the jungle, he could communicate with every single tree, letting "them" tell him all the information they knew. He could even "inquire" the trees about the locations of some spiritual medicines, demonic beasts, and mineral veins.
If Fang Han stepped into the Longevity Secret Realm, he could even enlighten trees to become monsters! He could also use his Wood Sovereign Astral Energy to catalyze the growth of medicine fields. For example, a mu of ganoderma medicine field, just planted for only a year's time. By spreading his Wood Sovereign Astral Energy over it, he could forcibly catalyze their growth into thousand-year ganoderma or even ten-thousand-year ganoderma!
If Fang Han entered the high-level realms of the Longevity Secret Realm, such as the ninth layer or tenth layer, approaching an immortal, he could even transform a mass of his Wood Sovereign Astral Energy into any wood attribute spiritual medicine. If a mass of astral energy was to become a ten-thousand-year ganoderma, it would be a ten-thousand-year ganoderma; if it was to become a ten-thousand-year ginseng, it would be a ten-thousand-year ginseng.
The "Green Emperor Wood Sovereign Art" was a supreme wood attribute divine ability with many functions, not just for defending against enemies and protecting oneself. In fact, the greatest use of this art was still refining medicinal pills and cultivating spiritual grass.
"Absolutely cannot let him escape into the area of the Primeval God Temple, otherwise it will be hard for me to hunt him down. The Primeval God Temple has many bizarre things, and has historically been a forbidden ground for cultivators…" At this moment, the Ghost Emperor in the sky also felt the mysterious aura transmitted from the ancient Primeval God Temple, and a chill went through his heart. As a veteran demonic path expert who had lived for thousands of years, he deeply felt a message of danger.
Thinking of this, he stood up from the "Dark Soul Throne" again, opened his mouth and bit the tip of his tongue. Instantly, a mouthful of thick blood was held in his mouth, pfft! He sprayed it out in one mouthful.
This mouthful of blood was no small matter. Every drop was extremely viscous, dense, pitch-black, and gloomy. As soon as it was sprayed out and floated in the air, the howling sounds of hundreds of millions of devils could be heard from deep within the blood.
Swoosh, swoosh swoosh swoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the blood transformed into rolling dark clouds, covering the sky for over a hundred miles in radius. Then, crackle and rattle! A torrential downpour fell from the dark clouds. This torrential downpour shot downward like arrows, faster than flying swords.
Chila!
Instantly, a drop of black rainwater struck a large tree first. That large tree emitted a burst of pungent green smoke, withered immediately, and then the tree trunk slowly turned into black mud, flowing in all directions.
Instantly, the forest within a hundred-mile radius was riddled with holes by the "black rain," continuously turning into black, viscous mud, a miserable sight to behold.
For a time, many black mud puddles appeared in the forest within a hundred miles.
Because this strike covered an extremely large area, Fang Han was also enveloped within it. Struck by the falling black rain, his original form was immediately revealed. His "Wood Evasion" was actually broken.
"What demon technique is this, so terrifying!"
Caught off guard and hit by countless black rainstorms, Fang Han felt that every drop of the rainstorm contained a corrosive power, able to even penetrate the protective light cover of magic treasures. Fortunately, there was the protection of the Sun Moon Five Stars Bracelet. Once those black rains hit the starlight cover, they were rebounded away, but were not annihilated by the starlight.
Moreover, the force of the raindrops contained immense power. Every single raindrop almost had the impact force of a hundred galloping horses, shaking the starlight cover incessantly. Fang Han also suffered shockwaves within it.
The starlight rays of the Sun Moon Five Stars Bracelet contained extremely powerful demon-destroying power. Ordinary flying swords shooting onto the light cover would be almost immediately vaporized, let alone things like demon technique poisonous water. But now, the "Ghost Emperor's" black rain was actually more formidable than flying swords, which was terrifying.
"This is the Black Rain Immortal Slaughtering Great Art. It consumes one's own lifespan and essence blood. Once deployed, black blood rain falls from the sky, destroying all things! Extremely formidable, but every time it is deployed, it requires the consumption of sixty years of lifespan. This guy doesn't have a long lifespan left, yet he still deploys this kind of demon technique, it's simply courting destruction. But it can also be seen how determined he is to kill us. This time it's dangerous, he absolutely must obtain the Yellow Springs Map."
Yan's voice had already become exceptionally solemn.
"Swoosh!" Swoosh! Swoosh!
These black raindrops forced Fang Han's form to be revealed in one strike, and suddenly rebounded back into midair with spirituality, transforming into a mass of dark clouds. Concentrating together again, they shrouded above Fang Han's head, tumbling incessantly, seemingly ready to drop black rain at any moment.
And a demon hand with nine fingers, burning with black demonic flames and with fleshy webbing between the fingers, completely blocked Fang Han's path forward.
The Ghost Emperor's Dark Soul Throne immediately appeared not far from Fang Han.
Fang Han felt that all of the Ghost Emperor's aura was locked onto his body, unable to be evaded no matter how he tried to escape.
"Let's see where you escape to this time!" The Ghost Emperor's originally pale face now became even paler. He was a figure who had lived for thousands of years, relying on his profound demon techniques, and had also taken many medicinal pills to extend lifespan, even absorbing essence blood, stopping at nothing. But arriving at the present, his lifespan approached day by day. If he did not break through to the Longevity Secret Realm, in a few hundred more years, his essence blood would spoil, his essence energy and magic power would slowly dry up, and finally his Heaven and Earth Dharma Manifestation would begin to dissipate, ending his life naturally.
At this critical juncture, he still dared to deploy the "Black Rain Immortal Slaughtering Great Art," consuming sixty years of lifespan. It could be seen that he was determined to win. Because only the "Yellow Springs Map" could give him hope to break through to the Longevity Secret Realm, and could also open the Yellow Springs Treasury of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect, obtaining the numerous collections and numerous medicinal pills left behind by the Yellow Springs Great Emperor in the past.
"I won't escape anywhere! Ghost Emperor! You hunt me down like this, aren't you afraid the Yuhua Sect will hack your corpse into ten thousand pieces?" Fang Han looked at that massive "Zhetian Demon Hand" with nine fingers, knowing that as long as he moved, this massive demon hand would definitely block him, and at that time a life-and-death fierce battle would be unavoidable. So he did not move, waiting for the best opportunity.
"Hmph! Obtaining the Yellow Springs Map, I will be able to step into the Longevity Secret Realm, become an Eternal Giant, and will not fear the pursuit of the Yuhua Sect either. Obediently offer up the Yellow Springs Map, and I can spare your life. Otherwise, today next year will be the anniversary of your death." A pair of the Ghost Emperor's eyes flashing with pale ghost fire darted about incessantly, not knowing what he was thinking about, seemingly also calculating the optimal methods to then deliver a thunderous strike.
"Is that so? You think you can kill me? Even if your demon techniques are unparalleled in the world, I can still resist for a while! Don't forget, the Gate of Avici specifically restrains your divine abilities! Of course I wouldn't be able to escape from a Divine Ability tenth layer Defying Heaven and Changing Fate expert of another sect, but you! I am able to fight a battle with you!"
Fang Han sneered: "Moreover, you probably know the importance the Yuhua Sect attaches to me. That day I was trapped in the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, and the Supreme Headmaster personally went to rescue me. Right now I have a message transmission spirit talisman. With just a movement, I can let the Yuhua Sect know, and the Headmaster will arrive in an instant. Can you escape from the palm of his hand?"
"What?"
Hearing this, the Ghost Emperor immediately felt uneasy.
In fact, everything Fang Han said was a lie. Where did he have any spirit talisman to summon Headmaster Feng Baiyu to the rescue. Right now, Feng Baiyu and a group of Supreme Elders were bitterly refining the Heavenly Emperor Mirror, strengthening their power, waiting for the invasion of the God Race.
Even if Feng Baiyu were idle, he wouldn't come up with something like a message transmission spirit talisman for rescue. True Disciple disciples were meant to be tempered, passing tests to ultimately take charge of the Headmaster position; they were not infants in swaddling clothes.
But the Ghost Emperor also knew that when Fang Han fell into the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, four giants of the Longevity Secret Realm went to besiege Feng Baiyu, and were repelled by Feng Baiyu using the Heavenly Emperor Mirror. This matter had already spread across both the immortal and demonic paths. Now, many experts had a re-evaluation of the strength of the Yuhua Sect's Headmaster, and faintly, the Yuhua Sect had become the number two sect in the immortal path.
So hearing these words, the Ghost Emperor also did not dare to act rashly.
In case Fang Han sent out the spirit talisman, and Feng Baiyu sensed it telepathically and tore through the void to rush over, he was afraid he would truly be reduced to flying ash and annihilated.
The key was that he indeed could not beat Fang Han to death in one fell swoop. He had to use divine abilities to trap him, then bring him back to his own old lair, leverage geographical advantages, utilizing the great array of his own cave dwelling to ruthlessly refine him for many days, only then being able to cause Fang Han's magic power to be exhausted completely, breaking open the protection of the three Dao artifacts.
Right now on Fang Han's body, there were a total of three Dao artifacts, which was no small matter. He was wealthier than even Longevity Secret Realm experts. To destroy him in one fell swoop was simply hard to accomplish. Even if his realm was heavily higher than Fang Han's by five full levels, it would not work.
"Abominable, if this kid did not have the Gate of Avici, I could capture him in the flip of a hand. Two Dao artifacts would both be useless!" The Ghost Emperor cursed secretly in his heart; he calculated a thousand times and ten thousand times, but did not calculate the Gate of Avici.
Otherwise, being five realms apart, even possessing two Dao artifacts would be to no avail.
"Fang Han, how about we discuss things between us? You give me some Water of Oblivion, and then we join hands together, using the Yellow Springs Map to open the treasury in the Yellow Springs Demon Palace, obtaining the treasures inside, how about we split them evenly? I heard you have a deep hatred with Hua Tiandu. If you can obtain a massive amount of collections from within the Yellow Springs Treasury, your magic power can immediately skyrocket, becoming a giant. You should know, Hua Tiandu's magic power is several times higher than mine, and he also has a Dao artifact on his body. What's more formidable is that he is not afraid of the Yellow Springs Map at all. If you do not obtain a heaven-sent fortuitous encounter, you will not be able to deal with him."
The Ghost Emperor said with a gloomy face.
"Is that so? Ghost Emperor, just how much Water of Oblivion do you want?" Fang Han said suddenly.