"This distorted dimensional space, the wormhole tunnel, leads to another void space, no longer within the Xuanhuang Great World. It seems a bit like Returning to Ruins, but it wasn't naturally condensed and formed, rather, it was forcibly punched open by someone's great battle. How much power would that require?"
Seeing the ancient shadow he condensed drill in, Fang Han hesitated slightly, deployed the Yellow Spring Diagram to protect himself, and following the aura of the ancient shadow, he drilled in as well.
The moment he drilled into the spatio-temporal wormhole, his whole body immediately tightened, and waves of intense malevolent energy rushed at his face. This malevolent energy presented a viscous dark black color, violently toxic, and possessed a rotting smell. It was a hundred times more intense than the most violent miasma in the demonic path. Fang Han instantly perceived that this intensely toxic malevolent energy could even corrode supreme quality treasure artifacts, and ordinary Dao artifacts would definitely not be able to withstand it.
"This is the residual poisonous gas left behind from the execution of a Great Dao, the Great Poison Spell. Legend has it that once executed, all the origin energy of a great world will be converted into a mysterious highly toxic gas. My Nine Earths Immortal Corrupting Great Magic is equivalent to a toddler who hasn't learned to walk yet in front of the Great Poison Spell."
Seeing these intense malevolent toxic gases, Yan said in shock: "This spatio-temporal wormhole was corroded out by this Great Poison Spell. Corroding space, to what level has this person cultivated the Great Poison Spell?"
"Oh? So saying, the Great Poison Spell is the source of all poison spell demonic arts? Then I must collect these residual highly toxic gases and utilize them thoroughly. The Undying Body is extremely hard to annihilate, but certain poison spell demonic arts can inflict extremely severe damage on the Undying Body."
A gourd appeared in Fang Han's hand, which was precisely the Dragon Transformation Gourd. Upon shaking the gourd, a suction force shot out from within the gourd. It fiercely extracted the highly toxic origin energy within this wormhole.
Against the Undying Body, swords, sabers, divine lightning, and magical treasures were all hard to cause harm, but certain poison spell demonic arts could inflict damage upon the Undying Body. Earler, while cultivating, Fang Han had heard rumors that the Heavenly Annihilation Demonic Sect had a poison art called the Nine Heavens Divine Poison. Once, an elder of the Undying Body from the Yuhua Sect was struck by a single palm and went back into secluded cultivation for a thousand years to purge the toxins from his flesh and blood. But the toxins could not be purged at all; instead, they combined with his own flesh and blood to spawn new toxins. In the end, this elder died from the poison outbreak.
However, that Nine Heavens Divine Poison, compared to the current Great Poison Spell, was simply not worth mentioning. The residual toxic gas of this Great Poison Spell could even corrode space, showing how violent its toxicity was. It contained the mysteries of the universe and the resentment of heaven and earth.
"The power of my Wheel of Reincarnation is ferocious, capable of dispersing the Demon Slaying Great Immortal Deng Ao's body with a single strike. However, he would lose a thousand years of lifespan at most and could still recover. Furthermore, every time I urge it, I must consume ten billion Pure Yang medicinal pills, which is truly not worth it. A reckless waste of heavenly treasures. Now that I have gathered this highly toxic gas, I will refine it into a strand of magical treasure. The next time he opposes me, I will strike it into his body and see how he purges it! This highly toxic gas must have been cultivated by that absolute ancient almighty power suppressed by the Human Emperor Pen. Its power is boundless."
Fang Han pondered deeply in his heart.
Currently, his own spells were of no use against an expert of the Demon Slaying Great Immortal Deng Ao's level. The only thing was the Yellow Spring Diagram's Wheel of Reincarnation. Of course, there was also the Small Destiny Spell, but every time the Small Destiny Spell was urged, lifespan had to be sacrificed. Killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of one's own was truly not worth it.
It was not that his Three Thousand Great Daos were not formidable, nor was the Great Poison Spell ranked above these Three Thousand Great Daos. It was the disparity in realms.
In fact, the ranking of the Great Poison Spell was not in the top ten.
However, Fang Han's Three Thousand Great Daos were all at the Undying Body level, far from being comprehended to the ultimate extreme of the Three Thousand Great Daos. For instance, the Great King Tyrant Spell, if cultivated to the extreme, with a casual motion, the sun, moon, and stars would all submit and revolve for you.
With every realm advancement, the Three Thousand Great Daos would undergo a fundamental change, their power increasing by ten or a hundred times.
For example, the Great Severing Spell. If Fang Han cultivated to the Cave Heaven Realm and comprehended spatial rules, he could sever others' cave heavens. If the opponent had not cultivated the Three Thousand Great Daos, it would basically mean defeat.
But right now, the Great Severing Spell could not harm a single hair on the Demon Slaying Great Immortal Deng Ao.
Every stage of the Longevity Secret Realm contained the mysterious rules of the universe of heaven and earth. The disparity in strength was so massive that there was fundamentally no chance to turn the tables.
Now, this residual toxic gas of the "Great Poison Spell" was cultivated by an absolute ancient almighty power. This absolute ancient power, whose single strand of hair contained a small world, was unknown how many times more formidable than the Demon Slaying Great Immortal Deng Ao. It could be said that spitting saliva could drown the opponent. If this absolute ancient power fully executed the Great Poison Spell, he could even poison Feng Baiyu to death.
If Fang Han had not been inside the Yellow Spring Diagram, he might have been hit by the highly toxic poison, permeating his flesh and blood, rendering him heavily injured if not dead.
While using the Dragon Transformation Gourd to collect the residual toxic gas of the "Great Poison Spell," Fang Han thought: "To what extent of formidableness has this absolute ancient almighty power reached? To engage in such a massive battle with the Human Emperor Pen."
Sizzle sizzle sizzle, sizzle sizzle sizzle.
Devouring like a giant whale sucking water, the residual toxic gas inside this spatio-temporal wormhole was finally completely absorbed by the Dragon Transformation Gourd. Fang Han felt the Dragon Transformation Gourd trembling. The artifact spirit inside suddenly let out a miserable shriek; it actually got poisoned to death by the highly toxic gas. And this Dragon Transformation Gourd showed some tendency of melting.
"Crap, losing a Dao artifact, what a pity." Fang Han's heart shook. He had not expected the power of the highly toxic gas to be this massive, directly poisoning the Dao artifact's spirit to death, with the Dao artifact itself about to melt.
"Om Mani Padme Hum! Buddhist power enhancement, obey the command swiftly!"
If the Dragon Transformation Gourd were to melt and rupture, causing the toxic gas to leak out, Fang Han would be in a frantic scramble. At this critical juncture, he abruptly urged that "World Honored One with Unfettered King" spirit talisman within his domain and pasted it inside the Dragon Transformation Gourd.
Sure enough, as soon as this spirit talisman was pasted on, Buddhist power rolled forth, and all that highly toxic gas was quelled.
Buddhist magic treasures and Zen arts possessed a special quelling effect on mysterious and cruel methods such as poison, demons, greed, and curses. Of course, it still depended on the realm.
"It seems the realm of the Buddha who refined this spirit talisman was higher than that of the absolute ancient power suppressed by the Human Emperor Pen." Fang Han nodded and tossed the Dragon Transformation Gourd into the Yellow Spring Diagram to suppress it. Until the time came to deal someone a fatal blow.
All the highly toxic gas in this spatio-temporal wormhole was completely collected. A speck of light manifested at the end of this wormhole. Fang Han's body moved, executing the Great Teleportation Spell to teleport over.
With a rumbling sound, as soon as Fang Han emerged from the spatio-temporal wormhole, he felt the world spinning, and a calamitous aura permeated everywhere.
This was a gloomy world, a gloomy dimension. There was a sun and a moon in the sky, but both were lifeless, like a dying patient on the verge of death.
Rumble rumble!
Just upon descending onto this massive world, Fang Han saw that on the distant land, countless volcanoes were erupting continuously. Thick gloomy clouds of ash covered the sky densely. Reaches of volcanic magma thousands of zhang long flowed everywhere, looking like a tragic scene of the approaching doomsday.
Fang Han glanced around. In some places, volcanoes erupted; in others, crossing thousands of miles, intense hurricanes blew up from the earth; in some places, endless heavy snow fell, freezing for thousands of miles; while in other places, there were massive expanses of pitch-black swamps permeated with toxic gas and miasma.
In this world, such harsh environments were everywhere. Either volcanoes erupting, or continuous earthquakes, or hurricanes rising everywhere, eternal ice and snow, swamps, mud pits, and pervasive toxic gases. The sky was forever a gloomy grey, disasters were everywhere, and not a single inch of land or space was calm.
In such a world, natural disasters were incessant and unceasing. Humans simply could not reside here; even cultivators could not survive at all in this harsh environment.
Just as Fang Han descended onto this world, the earth plates beneath his feet suddenly shifted, and massive volcanic magma surged up. Fortunately, his Dao spells were profound; with a press of his hand, this volcanic magma was directly suppressed back down.
However, in the sky, a storm like blue ice crystals swept over. Reaching thousands of miles long, like a wind dragon, a piercing chill cold enough to supposedly freeze and crack supreme quality treasure artifacts swept in. In an instant, it froze Fang Han into a gigantic chunk of ice, dropping towards the ground.
Fang Han gave a slight movement, his magic power exploded, blowing the chunk of ice to powder. Looking at this doomsday-like great world, he sighed: "What is this place?"
"This is the Doomsday Cemetery, one of the three thousand great thousand worlds. However, this great world is an extremely ancient great world. Unknown how many tens of billions of years it has existed, its lifespan has now reached a dead end. Perhaps in a few hundred million more years, it will collapse entirely, perishing between heaven and earth and the universe." Yan recognized what this place was.
"Even a great world has reached a dead end. When we cultivators perish in time, it is like dust. Although I have a lifespan of a hundred and twenty thousand years, it passes in a fleeting flash. Compared to a great world, what is it? Between heaven and earth, who gains eternal life?"
Suddenly, within Fang Han's heart, a desolate mood swelled.
Cultivating the Dao to attain longevity was hoping not to die. But seeing now that even a great world was meant to perish, it made Fang Han realize that he was nothing more than a mortal with a longer lifespan than ordinary mortals.
In the final analysis, still a mortal.
Between heaven and earth, who gains eternal life?
However, as soon as this sentiment surged, he suppressed it. Now was not the time for sighing, but for doing proper business.
"So it's here. I've heard of this place long ago, the Doomsday Cemetery. No wonder the rune of my Great Calamity Spell is restless, and the cultivation speed is more than ten times faster than before. Could it be that the Human Emperor Pen fell into a struggle with an absolute ancient almighty power and came here? Punching through the spatio-temporal tunnel."
At this very moment, Fang Han's ancient shadow had already disappeared, poisoned to death by the highly toxic gas in the spatio-temporal tunnel.
But this was no big deal either; he just needed to condense it again.
This "Doomsday Cemetery" was thoroughly condensed with a calamitous aura everywhere, perfectly suitable for the cultivation of the Great Calamity Spell. Fang Han even wanted to cultivate properly for a round. But right now, there was no time to cultivate.
He deployed the Ancient Shadow Tracing Method once more. The ancient shadow flew out, suddenly moving and lunging toward the distance.
"The aura of the Human Emperor Pen!" Fang Han immediately followed along.