"Qi True Monarch, accept death!"
Fang Han's dragon claws were invincible. Pinching the Void Immortal laws inside the opponent's inner world, he began to project his might. Boundless power channeled inside, instantly almost bloating Qi True Monarch's body until it fractured to pieces.
Within the dragon claw, the violent force, carrying Fang Han's own power, Feng Baiyu's power, and the power of the numerous supreme Dao artifacts from the three major sects, struck down altogether. Under this single blow, even a True Immortal's inner world would not be able to resist it. Let alone Qi True Monarch, who had not yet cultivated to become a True Immortal.
Immediately, Qi True Monarch's body began to crack.
Then, his body abruptly shrank in an instant as he was sucked into the dragon claw by Fang Han.
"Qi True Monarch!"
The Great Yi Sect's Zhou Tian Immortal Venerable instantly made a move, blasting toward Fang Han's dragon body, but with a swish of his tail, Fang Han crushed his protective astral energy, flinging him far away.
Fortunately, as Fang Han was fully outputting to suppress and obliterate the Void Immortal Qi True Monarch, he did not have time to kill him, allowing him to escape.
Qi True Monarch's desolate shrieks reverberated within the Temple of Disaster.
Watching this, Taihuang Tian's liver and gallbladder felt like they were tearing apart. Qi True Monarch was an esteemed guest invited by him to jointly deal with Fang Han. Now, not only had they failed to kill Fang Han, but he had been ambush-attacked by Fang Han and sucked into the dragon claws; he was obviously facing ill-omitted odds.
Later, when the "Great Yi Sect" inquired about this, the Taiyi Sect wouldn't even know what to do.
Although the Taiyi Sect was formidable, they could not begin to compare to a grand sect like the "Great Yi Sect," which had a foundation of over a million years and whose might radiated across boundless voids.
"Little junior, you dare to ambush, you're seeking death!"
Taihuang Tian acted as fast as lightning. A massive hand hung down like an inverted heavenly river, its five fingers acting like pillars holding up the sky, locking down all the void. Like the vast net of heaven, sparse yet letting nothing slip through, it completely enshrouded Fang Han. Even if he was as cunning as a swimming fish, it would be to no avail; he was going to be grabbed in Taihuang Tian's hand.
Yet, a miracle occurred.
Right after decapitating "Qi True Monarch," Fang Han's form disappeared once more. Under Taihuang Tian's massive grabbing hand, he only caught a phantom shadow. The shadow shattered, and Fang Han vanished without a trace again, precluding anyone from catching even the slightest hint of him anymore.
"Heavenly Emperor Mirror!" Taihuang Tian grew thoroughly exasperated. He knew this was the function of the Heavenly Emperor Mirror. This ancient mirror had endless marvelous uses. Though it was currently a supreme Dao artifact, if operating normally, it would definitely be more formidable than an ordinary immortal artifact.
"Not good, watch out for Fang Han's sneak attack."
"He vanished again."
"Damn it, even Qi True Monarch was ambushed, what should we do? If he ambushes us, we definitely won't be able to defend against it."
"With so many experts present today, we actually have no way of dealing with Fang Han; this person's abilities are simply too terrifying."
"Now, I finally know what 'appearing and disappearing like ghosts and gods' means."
"Fang Han, you little beast, if you have the ability, come out and ambush me. Otherwise, I will use the Dou Spirit Venerable Great Dao Art to drag you out." Dou Riluo, the True Immortal, also exploded in anger out of humiliation. Suddenly, hundreds and thousands of vital energies shot out from his body. Every strand of vital energy turned into a massive void hand, violently grabbing everywhere. Everyone present only felt a cold wind howling closely past them, almost ripping their primordial spirits straight out.
However, it was to no avail; they couldn't catch the slightest shadow of Fang Han.
After one strike, Qi True Monarch had vanished, and Fang Han had vanished too. Within the entire Temple of Disaster and the Plains of Disaster, all the cultivators standing against Fang Han found themselves in a state of panic.
"The Heavenly Emperor Mirror's concealment arts are simply tyrannical. There are no immortal arts that can crack it. Yet, that Feng Baiyu has also become increasingly chilling. Who knows what techniques he cultivated to actually be able to deploy the ability to leap out of the present. Even Dou Riluo, a True Immortal, can't search him out. If this continues, keeping everyone on tenterhooks, I'm afraid the Taiyi Sect's elaborate encirclement this time will collapse of itself."
Sect Master Mute Crystal of the Crystal Grotto-Heaven reined in his magic power. He naturally knew that Fang Han would not come to ambush him, but he was afraid that in the midst of the chaos, the people of the Crystal Grotto-Heaven would suffer heavy losses. Hence, he brought forth the Crystal Grotto-Heaven's supreme Dao artifact, the Boundless Crystal God Cover, and brought all the sect's experts inside.
Taihuang Tian beckoned with his hand, and streaks of disaster energy permeated thousands of voids. Once again, he executed a powerful restriction technique to search, trying to leave Fang Han with nowhere to hide.
Among those streaks of disaster energy, the shadows of countless ghosts and gods shuttled back and forth in the void, incessantly hauling something.
Nonetheless, Fang Han still did not appear.
"What do we do now? Should we escape, or continue the slaughter? Killing a few more experts, each one killed and converted will increase my strength by another margin. Right now, I have successfully suppressed Qi True Monarch; although he isn't fully converted yet, it's pretty close. Can we break through the encirclement?"
Amidst countless minuscule speck-like spatial dust, the minuscule spatial dust formed from Fang Han's condensation was swaying within, oscillating between reality and illusion, almost reaching a subtle, mysterious stage.
"By relying on your Primordial Energy, I have completely stimulated a formidable evasion technique inside the Heavenly Emperor Mirror—the Great Immortal Formation of Melding Light and Dust. However, my capacity is limited, and I cannot sustain it for long. If used too extensively, flaws will definitely emerge. Moreover, if the Taiyi Sect becomes a bit more ruthless and exerts destructive power to fully fuel the true energy throughout the Temple of Disaster and the Plains of Disaster, they could instantly incinerate this land into nothingness. By amalgamating the lives, flesh, and blood of millions of rogue cultivators within it to refine the void, they would likewise force us out. You must hastily convert Qi True Monarch to bolster our power. Awaiting the opportune moment, we will charge and slaughter our way out into boundless seas and skies, free and unfettered, dealing the Taiyi Sect a massive loss."
Feng Baiyu stood atop the Supreme Dragon Pearl, with boundless Pure Yang vital energy burning all around him. He gripped the Heavenly Emperor Mirror, spinning it ceaselessly. On the face of the Heavenly Emperor Mirror, six massive characters appeared: "Melding its light, aligning with its dust."
These six massive characters were ancient and replete with conceptual depth. A cultivator with genuine roots of wisdom would comprehend manifold principles the moment they saw these six words.
This was also one of the methods of the Heavenly Emperor Mirror; an immortal formation contained within it, called the Great Immortal Formation of Melding Light and Dust. It was precisely because of this immortal formation that all of Fang Han's auras were cloaked, enabling him to appear and disappear like ghosts and gods.
Yet, even with an oceanic amount of Pure Yang vital energy supporting him now, Feng Baiyu was extremely strained turning the Heavenly Emperor Mirror. Beaded drops of sweat slipped down his face, revealing his grueling effort.
At this moment, Qi True Monarch had the hands of the three Void Immortals—Xuan Wugu, Yuan Wushang, and Yuwen Ji—plunged into his body, rendering him utterly immobilized via suppression. The three Void Immortals endlessly channeled the Great Puppet Art and the Great Universal Crossing Art into his body, converting him while simultaneously turning him into a puppet.
Qi True Monarch struggled incessantly, but Yuan Wushang's native strength was far superior to his to begin with. Let alone with three acting in concert? Once locked down, no amount of struggling was of any use. Fang Han's potent divine sense directly poured straight into the crown of his head. Time flew by rapidly; in a flash, ten, then twenty years passed.
Subjected to such a protracted conversion process, Qi True Monarch finally couldn't endure it anymore. Suddenly, all his divine senses shattered as he knelt onto the floor, planting his head against the ground and saying to Fang Han: "Master, your slave Qi True Monarch is eternally loyal and shall never betray. If I violate this, my spirit and form will altogether perish."
"Excellent! Another Void Immortal converted. Now that I have four Void Immortals within the Eight Division Floating Pagoda, I have an even greater certitude of bursting through their barriers to soar out and escape." The instant Fang Han converted Qi True Monarch, he promptly interconnected the full-body vital energy with him, embedding his divine sense into his world to control his Void Immortal laws, tapping into his divine abilities and magic power.
All the combined magic power of the four Void Immortals was entirely integrated into his innate world. The laws operating within his innate world whirred to their utmost limits, causing the "tortoise shell"—the fragment of the Creation Artifact nestled at the innermost core—to activate and spin at high velocities. This resulted in Fang Han's power surging continuously wave upon wave, just like the torrential tides of heaven and earth.
"The power of four major Void Immortals pouring directly into his body, yet he hasn't been bloated to the point of exploding at all. He manages it with consummate ease, an absolute terror to behold." Taking heed of this scene, Feng Baiyu felt deeply shocked inside: "Although his power currently is miniscule, he will unequivocally soar into the sky in the future. However, for today's great tribulation, whether we can overcome it, I hold not a shred of certainty in my heart either."
"Master, you wish to condense the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasures. Through untold hardships, I sold off all the accumulated wealth of the True Monarch Tower precisely to assemble these materials. Take them to forge this set of precious items."
Just the specific moment Fang Han converted Qi True Monarch, Qi True Monarch proved his loyalty. From the sheer depths of his own world, an immense cyan-skinned gourd flew out. This gourd was not a magic treasure, but rather an innately born spiritual entity, seemingly plucked directly from an immortal vine native to the Immortal Realm.
"Master, this gourd corresponds to the material required to refine the Heaven Gathering Gourd, plucked from an immortal vine within the Immortal Realm. Nested within it are connate Great Dao principles and ancient runic symbols; ensconced inside are one hundred Creation Realm experts, accompanied by an endless array of materials native to the Immortal Realm. Repine that I never dared to arbitrarily attempt refinement myself for fear of deteriorating the materials. Master, your magic power and divine abilities transcend rivals under the heavens. Your merits eclipse the sun and the moon; you shall without doubt refine it successfully."
Qi True Monarch offered up everything.
"Good, very good! Irreplaceable by ten thousand gold! These materials are unpurchasable even with ten thousand gold!" Fang Han received the gourd. Peering inside, he noticed myriad profound Immortal Realm substances, alongside a handful of rogue cultivator demon gods and grand figures at the Fifth Level of Longevity, the Creation Realm, who were sealed away in stasis. Nobody knew how Qi True Monarch managed to procure them.
If he was to scavenge for them by his lonesome, there would simply be no way to procure these materials. Even with medicine pills, they couldn’t be scavenged.
Yet now, fundamentally complete in essence, he was readied to forge the Thirty-Three Supreme Treasures.
Of course, the refinement could not commence immediately. To synthesize such paramount treasures, optimal timing, favored geographical advantage, and unified human cooperation needed to be factored in without an iota of discrepancy; otherwise, the entirety of the resources would be obliterated, and the individual would likely suffer critical injury.
"Next, I'll annihilate the Zhou Tian Immortal Venerable to convert him within the Eight Division Floating Pagoda. With the concerted forces of five major Void Immortals, my strength can ascend yet another tier; I then can crash entirely through their restrictions and execute an exit."
While transitioning power amidst his galloping force, Fang Han pinpointed the Zhou Tian Immortal Venerable, preparing an ambush maneuver.
The reason he earlier targeted an ambush on Qi True Monarch was because the opposing party had lost his supreme Dao artifact, exposing a vulnerable phase in overall power. Factoring in their prior engagements resulting in a profound understanding of his foundation, there wouldn't be unforeseen complications. Should he ambiguously strike out against someone else and flub his initiation, Taihuang Tian could capitalize on the opening to completely bog him down—equating to an unmitigated disaster and absolute erasure of existence without a smidgen of doubt.
Pertaining to the Zhou Tian Immortal Venerable, however, he identically understood the underlying context of his abilities and would execute a subsequent ambush elimination upon him!
"Directly ahead, is the aura of the Zhou Tian Immortal Venerable!"
Operating his magic power, Fang Han perceived the Zhou Tian Immortal Venerable's imperious aura amid millions and billions of spatial dust particles. Promptly slinking his way there, he instantly swelled outward from within the space, ramming flushly against the Zhou Tian Immortal Venerable on a direct intercept. Amid the Zhou Tian Immortal Venerable's panicked and bewildered eyes, Fang Han bore a serene countenance, unfeeling glare, and operated mechanically ruthlessly—propelling a dragon claw streaking directly towards his opponent's face.