"For the world to let this thing exist, there must always be its reason. Perhaps it is to spur the growth of other living beings. Without the pressure of survival, the immortal path would not be born. In rumors, during the most ancient times, in that primitive era, humans fought with ferocious beasts and produced martial techniques, and fought with heavenly demons and produced divine abilities."
"Yan" gave a hearty laugh: "You shouldn't say so much. Since you've recovered your spirit, let's continue forward and annihilate a few more heavenly demons to hone your spirit."
"Good! Let's go!"
Fang Han was also full of confidence.
With extremely fast paces, he traveled and shuttled through the desolate crushed stones and potholes. Fang Han did not expend much effort. For stone peaks several men high, he could leap over them at once, and for earth fissures tens of paces wide, he dashed and swept across them. This was the method of vertical soaring.
Now his leaping power, running power, explosive power, and endurance all exceeded those of ordinary people by far too much. Places ordinary people saw as natural moats, he walked on like flat ground. A single leap covered forty to fifty paces, and a single jump reached several men high. Moreover, he absolutely did not pause and absolutely did not rest. His stamina was distant and deep. Running on this desolate and uninhabited star, there was a sense of comfort in releasing one's wild nature.
"Mm? Why is there wind ahead? I felt a massive rolling of airflow, is it a tornado?"
While running, leaping, and advancing rapidly to train his body, Fang Han simultaneously used his eyes to observe all directions, even checking the ground to see if there were any mineral ores or treasures. Just at this moment, extremely far ahead, it suddenly seemed somewhat dim.
"The storms on the stars of the extraterrestrial sky are very severe. Large stones weighing thousands of jin can be blown around rolling randomly in the sky. If you encounter this kind of wind, you'd better hide inside an earth fissure," Yan said casually, but then he subsequently became shocked: "Not good, that is not a storm, that is a swarm of heavenly demons! Oh no! How could there be so many heavenly demons! Quickly! Quickly hide, with so many heavenly demons, you are no match, you will be torn to shreds!"
"Those in the wind are heavenly demons?"
Fang Han was startled. Just during this short moment of speaking, the wind transmitting from afar got stronger and stronger, blowing his dharma robe until it fluttered like a flag. Sand and dust filled the sky everywhere, and with a slight breath from the mouth or nose, it was all sand particles. Especially within the wind and sand, a sinister smell transmitted, along with piercingly cold air and some fishy stench. It indeed was the aura of "demons", not an ordinary storm!
"Dust-Avoiding Talisman!"
A streak of crystal-clear water vapor flashed by, spiraling up and down his entire body. Instantly, all the dust and sand particles within a half-foot radius of his body fell down. This was a talisman distributed by the sect. Fang Han now knew the benefits of this "Dust-Avoiding Talisman". Otherwise, that dust would have surely buried him.
"Quickly restrain your vitality and find an earth fissure to hide. You must evade the heavenly demon army. My goodness, there are fully tens of thousands of heavenly demons here. So many heavenly demons could go attack some small immortal path sects. Some small sects only have one or two experts of the Divine Ability Realm, and the heavenly demons would directly swallow them." This flood dragon Yan also seemed to have deep apprehension.
Tens of thousands of heavenly demons were enough to swallow it as well.
In the world, aside from the ten great sects of the immortal path, there were also some small sects. They too were established by experts of the Divine Ability Realm. Like the Young Island Master of the "Ever-Night Island" that Fang Han had beaten, his father was the Island Master of Ever-Night Island, an expert of the Divine Ability Realm. But it was only around the same level as Jin Shitai; it was an extremely small sect. Basically, waiting two or three hundred years, when this Island Master's lifespan ended and he died, the sect could disappear.
Such small sects were called loose cultivator sects. Loose cultivator sects did not have experts of the Longevity Realm, otherwise they would turn into great sects.
"Close pores, withdraw aura, retract spirit, cease origin qi!"
Arriving here, Fang Han also did not dare to neglect. Seeing a massive earth fissure, he immediately swept over, ten times more agile than an ape. His body shrank, sprang, and crawled. With rustling sounds, he drilled into the deep earth fissure like a streak of smoke rat with a swish. If such an event were seen by ordinary people, they would be horrified and say that a "large rat has become a spirit".
Hiding in the crevice of the underground rocks to conceal his physical form, Fang Han closed all the pores on his body, not leaking out a single bit of qi. His breathing was also adjusted to be continuous and prolonged, as if present yet absent, and his spirit was kept inward, condensing into a shining cluster within his mind.
This was the fruit of his recent cultivation. If he closed his pores and didn't leak out a single bit of aura, hiding like this made him seem like a stone. Even a dog's nose wouldn't be able to smell the scent.
A dog's nose not smelling was also an important milestone for Divine Transformation experts in their control over their physical strength.
With life forced locked like this, it was naturally hard for heavenly demons to sense him. He could evade the calamity.
Above the ground surface, Fang Han only felt roaring sounds like thunder, also resembling thousands of troops and ten thousands of horses galloping. Large stones continuously dropped down from above. Fortunately, the place he hid in was a deeply recessed cave, and the stones couldn't smash onto his body. Otherwise, to dodge the stones, his aura would inevitably leak out, and the consequences would be unimaginable; both he and "Yan" would be eaten.
"By reason, it is impossible for so many heavenly demons to appear in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield! Otherwise, the examined inner court disciples are bound to die. Even if true disciples faced so many heavenly demons, a few of them would have to die… Could it be that some unforeseen event occurred?"
While staying hidden, Fang Han thought in his heart.
After a long while, feeling the chilling wind above gradually disappear, Fang Han finally released his aura. Like a centipede, he scurried upward and rushed to the surface. As expected, the desolate surface was a mess, and many massive stone peaks had been snapped off.
Suddenly, a gust of dark energy transmitted over again.
Many voices, mixed with thoughts, reached his mind.
"This time, His Majesty Nine Suns Demonic God opened the Ascension Sect's immortal magic blockade and sent Lord Great Majestic Virtuous Demon King in, so we can also eat our fill. It's been a long time since I ate blood food…"
"Last time at the Great North Ocean Return to Ruin, several Lord Demon Kings joined hands and sucked dry the primal yin of a female cultivator. I watched from the side, it was truly refreshing…"
"I heard Lord Water Gu Demon King was killed by a female disciple of the Ascension Sect surnamed Fang, and the Demon King's body was even refined. His Majesty Nine Yin Demonic God was suppressed by a demon god, so this time His Majesty Nine Suns Demonic God came for revenge."
"Eh! There's someone! There's flesh and blood!"
"Chitter, chitter… What powerful flesh and blood. To think we arrived a step late and didn't catch up with the main force, yet we were able to encounter an Ascension Sect disciple, and such a strong one at that. Let's join forces and suck him dry!"
"Right, suck him dry, leaving him with only a layer of skin. Then we'll put on his skin and go bewilder others…"
"There are still remnant heavenly demons!" Fang Han took a look and astonishingly there were over a dozen swirling chilling winds wildly pouncing toward him. He was immediately about to strike, but from hundreds of paces away, these dozen chilling winds suddenly paused and transformed into over a dozen young girls wearing thin light gauze, wonderfully enchanting right down to their bones. They danced heart-provoking dances and produced decadent sounds, singing lingering little tunes like resentful wives, actually making Fang Han freeze.
"Little brother, we are so lonely, come comfort us…"
"Uh, uh… uh… uh…"
The wave-like words issuing straight from the throat impacted a person's nerves, making even a giant man of steel turn into soft flexibility winding around a finger.
"Want to use this to shake my mind! In your dreams!" Fang Han did not look at these young girls. He suddenly struck out, consecutively chopping out several palms toward the sky above his head. Simultaneously, he explosively shouted out loud: "Heaven and earth spiritual qi, sun and moon essence spirit!"
His current throat, with a single loud roar, could vibrate a fierce tiger until it bled from its seven orifices and fainted dead away. The palm wind coordinated with the sound, simply like the Thunder God swinging a massive hammer, or a giant spirit striking the heavenly drum. The sound waves shocked for tens of miles.
Amidst the sound waves of the palm wind, ten shadows unexpectedly appeared above his head. These shadows astonishingly turned out to be skeletons, emitting shrill and miserable sounds. They seemed to have sustained severe strikes, while the young women far away vanished like illusions.
It turned out that those young women were illusions cast by the heavenly demons. But they themselves had concealed themselves, drilling straight down from the sky, intending to dive into Fang Han's mind all at once!
The strategy contained within was truly full of tricks. First, it was crossing the sea by deceiving the sky; and second, making a feint to the east while attacking in the west.
If a person was tempted by those women, they would naturally succeed; if they weren't tempted and turned to slay the girls, they would slash at thin air, leaving an opening for the demons to pounce from above and execute their sinister plan.
Fortunately, Fang Han's spirit had increased again and received cleansing, discarding the false and retaining the true. He did not let these heavenly demons succeed, but rather turned their trick against them and injured them. Otherwise, if these heavenly demons plunged into his mind, it would not be a sure thing that he could disperse them. Fighting one heavenly demon was easy, but if over a dozen all entered his body, they could not be suppressed.
"Jiji, jiji…"
These heavenly demons transformed into terrifyingly ferocious forms of white bones and charged fiercely toward the sky to dodge Fang Han's palm wind and sound, to avoid being injured again and plummeting to the ground. However, how could Fang Han let them dodge? With a bend of his hand, the "Seven Baleful Calashes" hung on his body had already been taken out. Thick smoke rolled out, soaring to the sky, turning into demonic faces that swallowed toward these heavenly demons.
The Heavenly Wolf Smoke was an exceptional magical treasure; it could be said to be the nemesis of heavenly demons. If these heavenly demons were slashed with flying swords, the effect would be minor, only grinding away a tiny bit of their essence qi. Because a heavenly demon was just a wisp of airflow; it was like drawing a sword to cut water only to have the water flow more. Unless it was an immortal sword at the level of a pure yang magical treasure, it could not extinguish them with one slash. However, the Heavenly Wolf Smoke directly wrapped them up.
Those heavenly demons were swallowed in by the demonic faces formed from smoke. They did not perish, but struggled fiercely, yet they were pulled by Fang Han as if reeling in a fishing line.
The Seven Baleful Calashes shook continuously from the struggling strength of those heavenly demons. As Fang Han collected them, he felt as if he were truly reeling in several large sharks. He felt like he would be yanked away numerous times. Luckily his strength was massive, and only after utilizing the strength of nine bulls and two tigers did he truly collect the heavenly demons into the calash.
"It took so much effort just to collect fourteen heavenly demons. If a hundred came at once, wouldn't I be dead?" Fang Han poured the calash into the Yellow Spring Diagram, his blood qi floating somewhat.
"Gaga, gaga!" Yan called out with delight, refining the collected heavenly demons one by one into "Blue Fall Great Pills". In the Yellow Spring River, these heavenly demons had no room for mischief.
"I will give these pills to the flying yakshas to eat! They will accumulate power to transform! Fang Han, let's refine more heavenly demons this time. If you kill another three hundred and sixty heavenly demons and refine three hundred and sixty Blue Fall Pills for the ten flying yakshas to consume, they will evolve into Shuras! When the time comes, we'll have ten Shura guards!"
Sealed within the Yellow Spring Diagram were ten flying yakshas. After Yan successfully refined the pills, he fed one to each of them. As a result, the scales on these flying yakshas became thicker, wrapping themselves up like giant cocoons, wriggling continuously.
"Ten Shura guards! That is too strong!"
Fang Han's thoughts became heated.