At this very moment, Fang Han was underground, searching for the Human Emperor Pen.
He had no idea whatsoever of the massive storm he had stirred up on the outside this time.
However, with his wisdom, he could naturally guess it.
By continuously slaughtering within the Yuhua Sect, killing a vice sect master, killing hundreds of disciples implanted by Hua Tiandu, going on a killing spree, and even challenging a Supreme Elder, these actions were tantamount to high treason. When the Supreme Elders of the Yuhua Sect convened their meeting, they would definitely impose a punishment on him, and might even want to strip him of his Yellow Spring Diagram.
But Fang Han did not care about none of these things. At worst, he would rebel and leave the Yuhua Sect. If the Yuhua Sect could not tolerate even this and helped Hua Tiandu, then there was nothing worth being attached to. In any case, he had never received much benefit from the Yuhua Sect, and his contributions to the Yuhua Sect far exceeded what he had obtained.
Of course, he still believed in Feng Baiyu. This man had boundless methods; even the God Race said he was a key figure. He certainly would not give up on him lightly.
However, he let them toss about blindly with these matters. Enhancing his own strength was the crucial point.
The Xuanhuang Great World, just like the Limitless Great World, possessed rich soil and deep waters. Deep underground, landforms even more abundant than those of the Limitless Great World were hidden, across an unknown number of layers.
Fang Han was well acquainted with the path. In almost an instant, he arrived at the place where the Human Emperor Pen and the Heaven Hating Divine Emperor had fought last time.
This place featured ferocious underground magma surging like a tide, making it the best optimal location for cultivating fire attribute Dao spells. Fang Han's Red Emperor Fire Emperor Energy automatically began to absorb it, and the power of the flames over a span of a thousand miles completely poured into it. The scalding flames could not pose the slightest threat to Fang Han at all.
This place was completely empty, with nothing remaining at all.
Fang Han completely failed to find any trace of the Human Emperor Pen.
"Fang Han, the Human Emperor Pen is not here, how are we going to find it? It comes without a shadow and leaves without a trace. In an instant, it can cross infinite great worlds. We fundamentally cannot chase down this kind of existence." Yan looked at the completely empty underground and sighed.
"Do not panic, let me use the Small Destiny Spell to investigate it, perhaps I can discover some clues."
Fang Han said calmly. Having been in secluded cultivation within the Yellow Spring Diagram for sixty years, his cultivation base had grown increasingly profound. Although he had not been able to comprehend the mysteries of spatial rules, become a myth, and reach the "Cave Heaven Realm," he had comprehended in tranquility and could sense things in the obscure darkness like a deity.
He had also begun to thoroughly understand the Small Destiny Spell, enabling him to unleash its various wondrous uses.
Right then, amidst the rolling magma, Fang Han's mind stirred, and he sat down cross-legged. As his fingers twitched, the rune of the Small Destiny Spell flew out from the top of his head. Countless streams of brilliance flickered upon it, as if deducing, calculating, and computing something, and also as if sensing and scouting everywhere.
Yan watched Fang Han execute the spell but could not offer much help.
Although he was formidable and had restored his power—now possessing out-and-out the galloping strength of three billion fierce horses—and was proficient in various cultivation Dao spells, he even had some slight knowledge of the Great Reincarnation Spell and could see through it, but regarding the Small Destiny Spell, he had absolutely zero comprehension ability. Even when Fang Han told him the condensed syllables of the Small Destiny Spell, he could not comprehend them, for unknown reasons.
Not only him, but even the many figures within the Eight部 Float fundamentally could not comprehend the Small Destiny Spell. They could not even memorize the syllable segment chanted by Fang Qingxue.
It seemed as though this divine power, the Small Destiny Spell, was tailor-made exclusively for Fang Han and Fang Qingxue. Aside from these two, nobody else could comprehend it. It was just that miraculous.
This phenomenon was something even Fang Han himself could not explain.
The rune of the Small Destiny Spell was completely immune to the erosion of space and even the power of time. It rotated within the earth fire magma and permeated downward. Various images manifested before Fang Han's eyes, like looking at flowers through a fog, or like watching a shadow puppet play. Fang Han's mind leaped, and suddenly he felt that deep within the underground flaming magma, in a distorted parallel space, there was a tiny trace of magic power fluctuation.
In the underground magma, there were some deeper places where, because of the eternally unchanging flames burning for an unknown number of hundreds of millions of years, the accumulated fire energy had melted space itself. That place was extremely perilous, with space severely distorted, leading to mysterious domains. If an expert of the Undying Body entered it, there would only be one word: death.
Sensing this tiny trace of magic power fluctuation, Fang Han reached downward with both hands. Vast magic power rushed down, instantly delving deep into that distorted space, and dragged out a long, white strand of hair.
This long, white strand of hair was a full three thousand zhang in length, extremely fine, displaying a luster, and incomparably transparent. Streams of terrifying power were contained within it. Holding the hair and slightly wrapping it around his fingertips, Fang Han felt a sensation as if his flesh and blood were somewhat being sliced open.
"What terrifying power, whose hair is this?"
Yan saw it too, pondering with all his might, but had no clue whatsoever.
"This strand of hair is indeed terrifying. The person possessing such terrifying hair is probably much, much more formidable than Feng Baiyu. I even perceive that within this strand of hair, extremely terrifying power of space and power of time are contained, and even the power of a world." Fang Han stroked this strand of hair, and his divine sense permeated into it. He discovered that inside the hair, there was actually a massive space, almost larger than the space of the Eight部 Float. Furthermore, that space was not empty at all; there were indeed mountains and waters, flowers and grass inside. It seemed to be a blessed cave heaven, an independent world.
This caused an extreme shock in Fang Han's heart.
What kind of person was so formidable that they cultivated a miniature world within their very own hair.
This had already exceeded Fang Han's imagination. Especially in that miniature world inside the hair, there were even some light spheres, like the sun, moon, and stars, revolving ceaselessly. The only flaw was that in the world of the hair, there were no living creatures.
"This strand of hair is an excellent material. I can even use the artifact refining techniques from the Heavenly Dragon Secret Manual to refine this strand of hair into a mid-grade Dao artifact, the Sinful Dragon Whip." Fang Han sighed, once again utilizing his divine sense to explore within the hair, uncovering the mysteries of this miniature world. "Hmm?"
Suddenly, he discovered something. Within this miniature world, there were actually many corpses. In the soil of this miniature world, they seemed to be merging with the entire world into one. He had not noticed them just a moment ago, but looking now, he instantly spotted the clues.
Those corpses in the soil were all tall in stature, with completely bony bodies. They were actually God Race warriors! And there were also experts at the God Lord level. Fang Han even saw experts at the God King level.
Within a single strand of hair, there was a small world. Within the small world, there were corpses of God Race warriors. It could be clearly seen that originally, these God Race warriors existed as parasites within this strand of hair. Just like the heavenly demons parasitizing within the Eight部 Float.
These God Race warriors also prayed ceaselessly in the world of the hair, adding power for the master of the hair.
However, this strand of hair had been severed by a immense force, and the God Race warriors inside had all been slain, ending all their vitality by that force.
"Terrifying, terrifying, truly terrifying. Within a single strand of hair, there were actually tens of thousands of parasitic God Race warriors, eight God Lords, and three God Kings. How many God Race warriors, God Lords, and God Kings could a whole head of hair accommodate parasitically?"
Yan trembled all over. With his current cultivation base, upon seeing this scene, he could not help but feel a chill in his mind. He was extremely apprehensive just thinking about such a terrifying thing.
"It is indeed formidable, but the corpses of these God Race warriors are quite beneficial. I can just conveniently refine them into Divine Power Fruits, to be used later when nurturing my own forces."
Fang Han waved his hand, and all the God Race corpses inside this strand of hair respectively entered the World Tree. Those ordinary God Race warriors were converted into God power, merged into his body, and stored up. And the corpses of the eight God Lords transformed into eight Divine Power Fruits, while the corpses of the three God Kings transformed into three True God Seeds.
"I can be certain that this strand of hair was severed by the Human Emperor Pen. The God Race warriors inside were also shocked to death by the Human Emperor Pen. All the spirit intellect within these God Race warriors' bodies was directly obliterated, life and death judged by a single stroke. Moreover, the trauma on this strand of hair matches the aura of the Human Emperor Pen perfectly."
Stroking the severed part of this strand of hair, Fang Han minutely perceived an extremely sharp, upright intent of grasping the life and death of all living beings, acting as an exemplar for all beings, writing truthfully with a poised brush.
This was the unique aura possessed by the Human Emperor Pen. No magical treasure and no almighty power could learn it.
"It is certain now. The Human Emperor Pen is suppressing a terrifying existence, and in the mutual struggle, it severed the opponent's hair. Fortunately, I caught a clue. Relying on this strand of hair and the aura of the Human Emperor Pen, I can execute some tracking secret techniques to find their existence."
Fang Han pondered, searching for some divine power imprints within the "Small Destiny Spell." He found that among the thirty-three supreme divine powers of the Wu Shitian Divine Emperor he had devoured, one was called the "Ancient Shadow Tracing Method," a supreme method for finding enemies based on aura. It was an ancient divine power.
"Among the Three Thousand Great Daos, there is one Great Tracking Spell. Unfortunately, I do not know it, so I can only use this Ancient Shadow Tracing Method. Hopefully, I can find the Human Emperor Pen."
Fang Han sighed. The rune of the Small Destiny Spell rotated for a burst, and the "Ancient Shadow Tracing Method" above it flew out, turning into an ancient shadowy figure. This shadow's nose was extraordinarily long, sniffing fiercely, and then its physical form trembled as it drilled into the underground.
This "Ancient Shadow Tracing Method" used a secret method to condense a shadow. This shadow had absolutely no combat power and was not a physical entity, but it was most adept at tracking. It was an absolute ancient secret technique that could shuttle through space to track. Although not as capable as the Great Tracking Spell of the Three Thousand Great Daos from legends, which could track across an infinite number of great worlds, it was also highly miraculous, surpassing certain tracking divine powers in the demonic path.
"Good, by following this ancient shadow, I presume we will be able to find more clues. Once the Human Emperor Pen is found, all problems will be readily solved."
Fang Han followed the ancient shadow and drilled downwards. The magma scattered aside, reaching deeper into the underground.
Countless spaces twisted like wormholes. Suddenly, the ancient shadow drilled into an enormous wormhole. This wormhole seemed to lead to another indescribable dimensional space, and that space appeared not to belong to the Xuanhuang Great World.