At this moment, Fang Han could be said to be in extreme danger.
Facing the pincer attack of three great experts.
Yao Changtian and Dou Riluo were both experts at the True Immortal level. With his current strength, he could merely resist them, and only with the addition of Feng Baiyu could he gain an upper hand. Of course, if it were only these two great True Immortals encircling and killing him, he would also be able to escape. But with the addition of Taihuang Tian, who was at the Heavenly Immortal level, it was truly dangerous; life and death hung in the balance of an instant.
Taihuang Tian's methods were endless, as if he were a deity that could never be struck down. Every palm and every punch carried the domineering aura to pierce through heaven and earth, instantly ascend, and tear apart the gate to the Immortal Realm.
This domineering aura could be said to have completely suppressed all of Fang Han's power, supreme Dao artifacts, and even divine abilities. Even the Uncanny Workmanship Great Immortal Art could not harm a single hair on Taihuang Tian's body.
One must know, Taihuang Tian was now at the Heavenly Immortal level. Although he could not execute the Heavenly Immortal Great Dao as flawlessly and smoothly as the Immortal Realm Envoy, he was a Heavenly Immortal after all. Fang Han was currently only at the Chaos Cave Realm, a difference of fully three realms.
With a difference of two realms, Fang Han could still contend, but a difference of fully three realms was simply incomparable.
Moreover, among these three realms, there was a major realm boundary: from True Immortal to Heavenly Immortal, one was in the Longevity Secret Realm, while the other was a true immortal being occupying the Heavenly Immortal rank. Therefore, in front of a Heavenly Immortal, Fang Han could only exert one-third of his total cultivation, and his laws were confined.
Fang Han currently transformed into a Primeval Ancestral Dragon over a man's height.
His dragon claws faced upward, blocking Taihuang Tian's fist, while the Scorching Sun Golden Spear was grabbed by Taihuang Tian's massive hand.
His abdomen, meanwhile, was stabbed through by a saber, yet no fresh blood flowed out.
His body was originally the amalgamation of man and treasure; what was harmed was only the Eight Division Floating Pagoda.
"Kill! With a saber in hand, neither ghosts nor gods are spared. Fang Han, remember this, my saber is called the Rahu Dou Immortal Saber. Gathering the murderous stars, once it enters the body, even immortals cannot escape."
Dou Riluo sneered repeatedly. After stabbing his saber into Fang Han's body, the saber blade vibrated, intending to directly dismember Fang Han's body.
"My Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison is an extraordinary poison from antiquity. This ancient poison is enough to make you suffer incomparably for thousands and hundreds of lifetimes, never to be liberated. It can turn you into a demon king of highly toxic poison. With a powerful body like yours turning into a toxic demon king to become a poison man of my Medicine God Valley, how powerful would that be?"
Yao Changtian also spoke fiercely to Fang Han.
"Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison!"
As soon as this poison entered his body, Fang Han immediately felt that highly toxic energy begin to melt everything, even attempting to corrode into the various supreme Dao artifacts. Some ordinary Heavenly Demons in the outer peripheral worlds, upon being invaded by the highly toxic energy, immediately let out miserable shrieks as their entire bodies melted, turning into individual poison men, and even some magic treasures turned into highly toxic spirits.
This was just like the domineering "All Things Dragonization Incantation," where even a piece of stone could be turned into a stone dragon.
And this "Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison" possessed endless might. Even ordinary magic treasures without spiritual sentience, once contaminated, would have their various materials turned into a kind of ancient poison spirit. A highly toxic spirit.
Fang Han had never seen such formidable highly toxic poison.
If this highly toxic energy were allowed to permeate, all the cultivators inside the Yuhua Heavenly Palace, the Immemorial Meteorite, and the Tongtian Sword City would perish, turning into cities of plague where the people inside were transformed into poison men and the magic treasures into poison spirits.
However, at this very moment, Fang Han's Great Poison Art suddenly operated. As if a starving wolf had spotted a rabbit, with a single vibration, a phantom of a woman unexpectedly appeared within the runic symbols of the Great Poison Art. This woman had white hair three thousand chang long and jade-green eyes. Opening her mouth to inhale, she let out wave after wave of sighs. That incredibly miraculous "Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison" actually disobeyed Yao Changtian's commands, and like a giant whale drinking water, plunged into the runic symbols of Fang Han's Great Poison Art.
"Sigh of the Poison Saint!"
Yao Changtian was greatly shocked. Hearing the lingering sighs in his ears, he instantly felt as if his own body had been struck by lightning. His Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison flowed unceasingly, being plundered by the opponent, and the sighing voice of that woman with three thousand chang long white hair grew louder and louder. Even the Great Poison Art he had painstakingly cultivated showed signs of fracturing.
If this Three Thousand Great Dao was completely plundered away by the enemy, he would have to cultivate it all over again, and even many immortal arts would not be able to be executed.
The Medicine God Valley, claiming the title of Medicine God, inevitably knew how to utilize poisons.
But he now realized that the Sigh of the Poison Saint had actually been generated within Fang Han's Great Poison Art. This was an ultimate state. Legends said that in the Immortal Realm, there existed an ancient Highly Toxic Holy Spirit. By cultivating the Great Poison Art to the highest state, one would communicate with the Highly Toxic Holy Spirit, causing heaven and earth to resonate together, producing the Sigh of the Poison Saint.
"According to legends, even gods and immortals cannot possibly cultivate the Great Poison Art into the Sigh of the Poison Saint. How could he have successfully cultivated it!" Yao Changtian was utterly horrified: "Even the ancestors of my Yao family did not cultivate the Great Poison Art to the state of the Sigh of the Poison Saint. The Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison must not be lost! This ancient poison is the grand protective treasure of my Yao family. Once this ancient poison is lost, who knows how many people coveting the medicinal materials of my Medicine God Valley will come invading!"
Since the Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison was titled an ancient poison, it was refined by ancient predecessors. Present-day cultivators simply could not possibly refine it successfully.
"You still want to take back this Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison!" Fang Han let out a fierce voice. The Great Poison Art operated violently once more, and inside his body, a talisman slowly rose up. This talisman was exactly the talisman of the World自在 King Buddha. The six-syllable true mantra on it shot out tens of thousands of golden rays, thoroughly suppressing the Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison.
The Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison that had been struck into Fang Han's body all turned into a gray long river. Within the long river, countless highly toxic spirits tumbled about. Among them, some highly toxic spirits were extremely tyrannical, even possessing cultivation at the Heaven Position Realm.
Yao Changtian used the Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison to kill people; for every person killed, that person would transform into a highly toxic spirit and merge into the ancient poison to increase its might.
He had intended to strike it into Fang Han's body, then convert all of Fang Han's people into highly toxic spirits, eventually converting Fang Han together with them. The Eight Division Floating Pagoda would also be poisoned along with them.
However, he never expected that the inheritance of the Great Poison Art Fang Han obtained from Heavenly Consort Umo was much more formidable than his. Heavenly Consort Umo, as the consort of the primeval Divine Sovereign, had already cultivated the Great Poison Art to the state of the Sigh of the Poison Saint. Now, Yao Changtian was caught in a dilemma.
"Ah! To actually be able to resist the Great Void Myriad Illusions Ancient Poison. Brother Changtian, let me assist you."
Dou Riluo drove the power within his body, and the saber inserted into Fang Han's body flipped once more, unfolding a set of peerless saber techniques, intending to dismember Fang Han.
"The Twilight of the Gods may be formidable, but I am eternally unmoving, my true self is the one and only. Even if heaven and earth collapse, only I exist." Taihuang Tian suddenly pressed the Apocalyptic Doom Battle Banner downward.
Rumble! Feng Baiyu's five Chaos Caves all blasted open, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Inside the Supreme Dragon Pearl, his face was deathly pale, seemingly having suffered severe injuries.
His cultivation, after all, had not yet been raised. Even with the aid of the four Void Immortals, he was still crushed in one fell swoop by Taihuang Tian.
"A pity. If I had recovered my full strength, even the Eternal Heavenly Monarch and Disaster Heavenly Monarch would…" In the midst of adjusting his breath immediately, Feng Baiyu's face revealed an expression of "a dragon swimming in shallow waters being teased by shrimps, a tiger descending to the plains being bullied by dogs."
"Kill!"
Having crushed the Twilight of the Gods, Taihuang Tian's might increased greatly. Standing tall and upright like a heavenly deity descending to the mortal realm, a palm fell, striking toward Fang Han's dragon head. He intended to thoroughly smash it to pieces, then forcefully drag Feng Baiyu out from within Fang Han's body.
"Fellow Daoist Yao Changtian, you do not need to worry. With me here, Fang Han cannot plunder a single fraction from you."
Crack, crackle!
As Taihuang Tian's palm fell, the dragon horns on Fang Han's head were the first to be snapped off all at once. Then, the scales on his head shattered one after another. Within the dragon head, a world was revealed. Inside the world were the Tongtian Sword City, the Immemorial Meteorite, the Yuhua Heavenly Palace, the Vast Life Great Seal, the Yellow Springs Diagram, and numerous other precious items.
"Let me slice you right open!"
Dou Riluo also laughed heartily. Giving the long saber an upward slash, he actually sliced straight open the belly of the Primeval Ancestral Dragon that Fang Han had transformed into.
Immediately, all the scenes within the Primeval Ancestral Dragon's abdomen were revealed. Inside, there were no internal organs, only layer upon layer of worlds. Dou Riluo instantly saw that deep within those multiple worlds, the phantom of a massive Fire Dragon Cauldron and the shadow of the Black Emperor Tidal Banner manifested within.
"Haha, two supreme Dao artifacts, I will capture them."
Dou Riluo made a grab, reaching deep into the multiple worlds inside Fang Han's body, intending to seize the phantoms of the two supreme Dao artifacts.
Right at this moment, a resonant voice rang out loud and clear.
"My existence is the truth of destiny."
"The long river of destiny rolls ever forward, I stand at the crest of the tide, forever ahead of destiny."
"Beneath destiny, no one is eternal. Even the Great Dao must decline, only destiny exists forever."
This resonant voice, like the rolling trend of an era, instantly drowned out all other sounds. Even Taihuang Tian's "Eternal Unmoving True Self Art" began to fracture.
Bang bang!
Fang Han's Primeval Ancestral Dragon body began to condense once more, and the shattered parts were being repaired at an inconceivable speed.
Dou Riluo's Rahu Dou Immortal Saber was instantly blasted away. He himself was also sent flying far away.
As for Yao Changtian, being pounced upon by Fang Han's dragon claw, surprisingly, nearly half of his body was torn right off. He roared loudly in pain and squirmed violently before he finally grew back that small half of his body.
Fang Han stood in the center once again, currently majestic and awe-inspiring. The dragon body stood upright, its claws pointing in all directions. Lifespan burned above his head, and a massive force of destiny descended.
"Fellow Daoists, he has begun to execute the Minor Destiny Art. This Dao art is a branch of the Great Destiny Art, marvelously profound beyond compare. It transcends all divine abilities and immortal arts, but this Dao art requires burning one's own lifespan as the price. Taiyi Sect, heed my command, drive the formation. Fellow Daoists, take your positions."
Upon hearing this voice, Taihuang Tian immediately let out a long howl. His body drifted up, and he raised his hand. Instantly, within the entire Temple of Disaster, an ancient formation, under the propulsion of all the experts of the Taiyi Sect, slowly began to operate.