Three great False Immortals.
The ancestors of the Yuwen, Huangfu, and Muye families from the Holy Light Empire actually launched a sneak attack on Fang Han simultaneously. Each unleashed their hidden trump cards. On the palms of these three ancestors, the laws of destruction, erosion, and chaos flickered, specifically attacking the weak point of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon, the "reverse scale."
"Bang!"
The reverse scale of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon that Fang Han had transformed into was struck directly. His entire body swayed, and he seemed to turn back into a human form, breaking away from the state of unity between man and treasure.
"Good opportunity." The three great ancestors were overjoyed, knowing that their sneak attack had succeeded. Although it was incredibly shameful for three False Immortals to deal with one person and even use a sneak attack, killing Fang Han was the priority. The Eight Divisions Pagoda, the Yellow Spring Picture, and various Supreme Grade Dao artifacts held a tremendous temptation for them.
"Scatter his state of unity between man and treasure, and he won't be able to transform into the Primordial Ancestral Dragon. His strength will plummet."
"That's right, kill him, seal and suppress him, and drive our magic power into his world."
"Break his world laws. Although he has cultivated to the Mixed Hole Realm, his own world cannot compare to us False Immortals. If the ancestors of our three families cannot kill this junior, we would lose all face once word gets out."
"The three of us will unite. Regardless of the Eight Divisions Pagoda, execute the ultimate move of capturing space to directly freeze his inner world. Break his Mixed Hole laws."
"Good, obliterate! Holy King Capturing Space."
Having succeeded in their sneak attack, the three great masters did not stop their hands. Evil, vicious, and venomous lights appeared on their faces as they simultaneously urged their power. Suddenly, bypassing the defense of the Eight Divisions Pagoda, they directly found Fang Han's inner world and drove their destructive power into it, intending to blast apart the world laws.
However, the moment the power of the three great ancestors entered Fang Han's world, their expressions changed.
Through the sensing of their magic power, the shadow of Fang Han's inner world appeared in their minds. They only saw that all the origin energy presented a tightly knit structure. Countless towering ancient trees grew within, mountains were towering, and rivers crashed with rumbling thunder. The density of the water inside was over a hundred times greater than mercury. The flying speed of a single bee or mosquito reached a terrifying dozens of times the speed of sound.
Even the flow of the river water and the rushing of the waterfalls completely surpassed the speed of sound.
Even a snail or a turtle crawling could rival the speed of flying birds. The life force of every single tree seemed to have reached the level of a wood demon at the eighth or ninth level of the Divine Ability Realm. In the sky, a slight breeze would form massive tornadoes with powerful air currents. In the center of these tornadoes, there were even ancient wind giants and small black holes.
A cloud turned into raindrops falling to the ground. The power of those raindrops completely surpassed the speed of sound, and every single drop was equivalent to the fierce slash of a Treasure Artifact-level flying sword.
This world was filled with "force" everywhere. Even the most ordinary rabbit here would be equivalent to a giant dragon on the outside.
Deep in the center of this world, a massive world law seed presented the shape of a gourd. On the surface of this gourd-shaped world law seed were lines resembling "turtle shells." Having endured the vicissitudes of the world and the baptism of natural creation, it remained eternal and everlasting.
That gourd-shaped world law seed operated slowly, directly piercing through the Immortal Realm. Countless amounts of liquid Immortal Realm origin energy poured down, transforming into the power that drove this world.
The power of the three great False Immortal masters entered and attempted to destroy this world, but before it could even reach the central world law seed, it was crushed into fragmented, formless pieces by the power of the world. Moreover, even the combined willpower of the three False Immortal ancestors was thoroughly melted within.
The three great ancestors were so shocked they almost jumped up. Especially "Yuwen Ji," whose eyeballs nearly popped out of his sockets as he roared hysterically, "What kind of freak is this? How can he have such a powerful inner world? Even if we survived the Immortal Realm lightning tribulation and went through untold hardships, our inner worlds cannot compare to his at all. It is impossible for a cultivator to have such a powerful inner world. I absolutely do not believe it. This is no longer human, nor ghost, nor god! It surpasses heaven, earth, humans, gods, and ghosts."
"What kind of cultivator is this exactly? Is he the reincarnation of a primordial mighty figure?"
"Only the reincarnation of a primordial mighty figure would have such a powerful inner world. No, I do not sense any aura of a mighty figure from him."
"Retreat quickly! Combine forces with the False Immortals of other great worlds to suppress him together! The five True Immortals have already unleashed their laws, holding off the Human Emperor Pen and the Inner Demon Elder. We will strike together and strangle this kid!"
Just at the critical moment when the three ancestors failed in their single strike, were shocked by Fang Han's inner world, and were about to retreat, Fang Han suddenly roared toward the sky. The state of unity between man and treasure that was about to be scattered tightly bound together once again, and it was even tighter than before.
The weak spots of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon's reverse scale began to disappear, replaced by streaks of knife-carved textures, like a kind of oracle bone rune, truly flawless and without any vulnerabilities.
"Three False Immortals, launching a sneak attack on me. Unfortunately, my divine abilities are too tyrannical. Boundless Constant Sand! Merge into the Eight Divisions Pagoda, Supreme Grade Dao Artifact, transform into a true dragon!"
Fang Han's imposing aura increased once again. A surge of star sand suddenly shot out from his body, boundless and formless, acting like an eternal river revolving around his body. In that eternal river, every grain of constant sand reflected his shadow, as if he had transformed into hundreds of millions of incarnations. This Supreme Grade Dao artifact was refined by Qi Zhenjun over countless years by gathering the constant sand of the Boundless Great World. Fang Han had never found the opportunity to refine it, but now he simply seized the chance to "dragonize" this magic treasure and merge it into the Eight Divisions Pagoda. By utilizing the power of refining magic treasures, he aimed to elevate its might and display divine prowess.
The moment the Boundless Constant Sand was summoned, it suddenly exploded outward. Immediately, this virtually constructed "Primordial Battlefield" seemed to spawn hundreds of billions of stars, illuminating the entire area. Then, these hundreds of billions of stars suddenly erupted. The massive airwaves seemed capable of piercing right through the crystal wall system of the Primordial Battlefield.
This "Primordial Battlefield" was formed by the five True Immortals merging their natal Supreme Grade Dao artifacts and their natal origin spirits together to prevent the Inner Demon Elder and the Human Emperor Pen from escaping.
No matter how powerful Fang Han was, he could not pierce through this crystal wall system to escape, but his original intention was not to escape anyway. The Human Emperor Pen would naturally display its power to pierce the crystal wall system of the Primordial Battlefield. For now, his goal was to gain a small advantage and suppress a False Immortal. When the time came, refining the Eight Divisions Pagoda would be much easier.
Hundreds of billions of grains of Boundless Constant Sand transformed into stars. Upon exploding, the light filled the "Primordial Battlefield." However, subjected to the suppression of the crystal wall system of this "Primordial Battlefield," it immediately rebounded and turned back into hundreds of millions of grains of constant sand, wrapping around Fang Han's body.
However, the moment these hundreds of millions of grains of constant sand rebounded, with a slight circulation, they transformed into desolate dragons and entered the Eight Divisions Pagoda. The Primordial Ancestral Dragon body that Fang Han had transformed into went berserk once more. The dragon claws, the dragon body, and even the scales and muscles on the dragon head and horns gave off a feeling of being stretched to the bursting point. Surges of unyielding power, emitting a destructive, metallic sensation like steel being smashed apart, radiated from his body.
Facing Fang Han at this moment, the three great False Immortal ancestors had only one feeling, and that was "This person is too strong. Force! This is what true power is called!"
The Boundless Constant Sand also merged into the Eight Divisions Pagoda, with all of it transforming into dragons.
A massive amount of origin energy settled down, and the origin energy in the Supreme Dragon Pearl seemed to carry an extra trace of starlight. All the masters within the Eight Divisions Pagoda also had the internal cavernous worlds in their bodies filled to the brim by the origin energy. Unable to speak, they could only try their utmost to resolve this power. Even the False Immortal Xuan Wugu and the Kurong True Lord gained numerous benefits.
Especially the Kurong True Lord, whose body absorbed the aura of the dragonized Boundless Constant Sand, as if hinting at the possibility of continuously summoning Immortal Realm lightning tribulations and ascending to a False Immortal at any time.
Of course, the one most affected was the Primordial Ancestral Dragon that Fang Han had transformed into.
Inhale… Exhale… Inhale… Exhale…
With every breath of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon that Fang Han had transformed into, streams of origin energy rushed in and out. During every breath, the origin energy surged like a river, intermingled with countless starlights. Upon closer inspection, it was actually the condensed phantoms of countless stars.
At this very moment, Fang Han genuinely possessed somewhat of the true appearance of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon. With every inhalation, he sucked hundreds of billions of stars into his body, bringing darkness to the universe; and with every exhalation, he spat out hundreds of billions of stars, filling every corner of the universe with light.
Such divine might!
Of course, what the true Primordial Ancestral Dragon breathed was actual stars, whereas what the Primordial Ancestral Dragon Fang Han had transformed into breathed were star phantoms.
However, even breathing star phantoms had a majestic power that shook heaven and earth.
"Tear!" A single word was spat out from Fang Han's Ancestral Dragon mouth. The dragon claws extended forward, unexpectedly slicing completely through the protective spiritual qi of the three True Immortals and striking directly at their hearts.
Although it was just a simple claw strike, the three False Immortals all felt surrounded by enemies and completely isolated, as if millions of mighty armies could not protect them. Feeling incredibly isolated, they could only withstand the terrifying dragon might by themselves.
Amidst their shock, the bodies of the three great False Immortal ancestors condensed and retreated, unexpectedly intending to shrink back into the depths of the Sky City.
Puff, puff. Two sounds rang out. Muye Dao and Huangfu Yun unexpectedly retreated into the core depths of the Sky City without facing any resistance and without suffering any attacks at all.
"So it's an illusion! This kid's attack wasn't aimed at us, but it was too realistic. We were all deceived and thought he was attacking us with his full strength."
The two great ancestors, Muye Dao and Huangfu Yun, exchanged a glance. They understood that the one Fang Han was attacking at this moment was "Yuwen Ji."
"His true target is Yuwen Ji."
"Not good! Yuwen Ji." The two snapped back to their senses. Suddenly, their expressions changed wildly, and they were about to dash out, but they were too late. A miserable and shrill scream transmitted into their ears. The two looked up and saw that on the streets of the Sky City, one of Fang Han's dragon claws was thrust into Yuwen Ji's heart, while his other dragon claw gripped the head of this Yuwen family ancestor, blasting magic power directly into the opponent's body.
This ancestor of the Yuwen family showed a look of sheer agony on his face, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
"Little thief, you are seeking death!" Just as Fang Han seized Yuwen Ji like this, suddenly, in the center of the Primordial Battlefield, a True Immortal sensed the situation over here and struck back with a palm. A massive palm descended, carrying the wrath of a True Immortal. Every finger on this palm was composed of a Great Immortal Art.