"Audacious, who dares intrude into the Dragon's Graveyard."
"Is it an Extraterrestrial Demon? Has a demon god among the Extraterrestrial Demons come to snatch the remains of giant dragons? To disturb the long slumber of the giant dragons? Damn it, we graveyard guardians, the phantoms of dragons, will absolutely not permit such blasphemous acts."
"Kill, kill them. Kill all the demon gods who invaded the Dragon's Graveyard."
"Despicable tomb raiders, daring to covet the remains of giant dragons. Lowly cultivators, we will make you be buried here."
Tidelike phantoms let out roars and angry howls. Within that intense death qi, countless phantoms of giant dragons prowled. Among them, some powerful giant dragon phantoms had even become existences akin to ghosts and gods.
Fang Han entered the Tombs of Dragons and had just collected the remains of over a thousand giant dragons, which immediately alarmed the existences within the Dragon's Graveyard. Countless death qi surged over in succession. Within that death qi, there were some powerful dragon soul phantoms launching countless attacks. In the Dragon's Graveyard, countless giant dragons had fallen, and their residual heroic spirits combined with the death qi to spawn dragon soul phantoms. They were of the same existence as the ghosts and gods in the underworld soil of the Xuanhuang Great World, both incapable of leaving the Dragon's Graveyard.
However, giant dragons were innumerably times more powerful than humans, and those dragon soul phantoms were also far more tyrannical than ghosts and gods.
Intense curses, immeasurable baleful qi, mingled with ancient dragon race divine powers and Three Thousand Great Daos, attacked overwhelmingly, covering the sky and earth. Even experts at the fifth or sixth level of the Longevity Secret Realm could not withstand it.
Only experts of the "World King Realm" could penetrate deep into it.
"Such powerful attacks. No wonder in the Dragon's Graveyard, no cultivators have entered to harvest the remains of many giant dragons. It turns out that they were merely killed before even venturing deep. But to me, this is nothing more than a tonic. Eight Tribes Pagoda, absorb!" Facing the attacks of countless dragon soul phantom ghosts and gods, Fang Han did not care in the slightest. With his current cultivation, he probably wouldn't even fear if a Dragon Emperor came.
With a slight shift of his body, he transformed into the Primordial Ancestral Dragon.
His massive form stretched out in the Dragon's Graveyard. Releasing a slight bit of his aura, those dragon soul phantoms instantly stiffened in succession, and then with a single suck, they entered the mouth of the Primordial Ancestral Dragon like a giant whale drinking water.
"Not good, flee quickly. This is the suppression of the old ancestor, the Primordial Ancestral Dragon. Someone has refined the Eight Tribes Pagoda, so that's how it is! It turns out this person wants to enter the Dragon's Graveyard to refine this treasure!"
"Eight Tribes Pagoda… For how many years has no one refined this treasure."
"Flee, when the Eight Tribes Pagoda is being refined, it will absorb endless death qi. We ghost and god heroic spirits also cannot escape and will be sucked into it."
"Stay as far away from him as possible." Some weak dragon soul phantoms fled in a panic one after another.
"It doesn't matter, the vital energy and blood on this person are so powerful. He will definitely enter the depths of the Eight Tribes Pagoda. There are even more powerful phantom seniors there; he will certainly not be a match and will be eaten and divided. We will follow behind; if we can eat a piece of his flesh, our cultivation can also be greatly increased."
"Right, let's follow from a distance." Some tyrannical and ferocious phantoms had an entirely different set of thoughts.
But just as these dragon soul phantoms expressed the thoughts in their hearts, a vigorous consciousness swept over, and these ghosts and gods shrieked miserably at once.
"Ah! Don't kill me. Don't eat me. I was just thinking about it, I absolutely wouldn't dare track you."
"Flee quickly, flee quickly. This person is too formidable, we cannot eat his flesh and blood at all, ah! My body…"
However, Fang Han's divine sense did not care about this at all; wherever it swept, a huge black hole appeared there. That black hole sucked countless dragon soul heroic spirits in. Upon being sucked in, those dragon soul heroic spirits were successively converted, combining with the dragon breath of the Eight Tribes Pagoda. Their thoughts gradually unified, and the Eight Tribes Pagoda subsequently produced a fluctuation from a quantitative change to a qualitative change. Every layer of the pagoda's structure began to squirm, as if every inch of the pagoda's particles started possessing life.
"Hm? What's going on?"
Fang Han sensed the change at once and immediately immersed his divine sense into the pagoda, beginning to operate the artifact refining techniques from the Heavenly Dragon Secret Manual. In an instant, the death qi and dragon soul heroic spirits that had been absorbed integrated into the pagoda itself one after another.
The eight magical artifacts of the pagoda—the Dragon King Ruler, the Wisdom King Axe, the Evening Drum, the Morning Bell, the Destiny Orb, the Sahā Rosary, the Eight Tribes Furnace, and the Sky Rending Halberd—all began to change, deriving true seeds of world laws. They were no longer virtual world laws.
Meanwhile, the powers melted and settled down within the Eight Tribes Pagoda, such as the powers and great formations of many magical artifacts like the supreme dao artifacts "Pagoda of Deities", "Measureless Constant Sand", "Immortal Tea Tree Law", and "Doumu Profound Nether Star", all began to stir restlessly.
The Eight Tribes Pagoda had been undergoing dragonification along the way. It was unknown how many magical artifacts it had absorbed, how many high-grade dao artifacts, half-supreme dao artifacts, and even supreme dao artifacts. The powers had all settled down, preparing to advance into a true supreme level.
And now, an army maintained for a thousand days is to be used in a single hour.
All the settled powers boiled off, becoming the vitality and materials for the transformation of the Eight Tribes Pagoda.
"Fang Han, the Eight Tribes Pagoda had already reached a critical point, and now it is beginning to transform. This kind of treasure was originally generated violating the rules of heaven and earth. When it truly takes shape, it will suffer a great tribulation descending from heaven and earth. You must pay attention; find a safe place in the center of the Tombs of Dragons. We will temper the magical artifact together."
Feng Baiyu also sensed the change and spoke immediately.
"I also felt that this Eight Tribes Pagoda is about to undergo a change. Instant displacement!" Fang Han swung his body once again and quickly moved deeper into the Dragon's Graveyard.
The deeper into the Dragon's Graveyard, the denser the death qi became. Upon finally reaching the end, the death qi seemed practically solidified, permeating the space, incomparably heavy, like mercury. The dragon phantoms within it grew increasingly powerful. Fang Han even saw some dragon soul phantoms with cultivation at the World King Realm and the Mixed Hole Realm.
However, these dragon soul phantoms had already developed powerful intelligence and could even calculate heavenly secrets. If they could get out, they would all be generational sect patriarchs who could establish their own factions. Seeing Fang Han enter and knowing his ferocity, they successively retreated deeper, not daring to contend with Fang Han.
"Good, that place, where the death qi is thick, is a good lair. Its shape resembles a Morning Sun Vermilion Bird." At a glance, Fang Han saw a piece of good terrain. That terrain was an oval giant rift valley with a radius of a million miles. The death qi inside settled down and凝结成 into one large sphere after another, looking like sariras. Fang Han knew right away that this was a good location. It was a naturally formed earthly lair. If it continued to accumulate, the death qi in that earthly lair would transform into genuine sariras, much like the Limitless Sarira.
In that huge earthly lair, countless remains of giant dragons were piled up into mountains, with white bones stacked high. Among them were some rare dragon species born in valleys, such as the Seven-Colored Divine Dragon, the Nine-Headed Divine Dragon… They were all buried in this earthly lair, ultimately forming this geomantic treasure land. If this geomantic treasure land were occupied by people of the demonic path, their cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds, and their disciples' mana would soar.
Originally, within this massive earthly lair, there were some powerful dragon soul phantoms, but as soon as Fang Han descended, these existences fled one after another. Some who couldn't flee in time were sucked into it by Fang Han.
Woo woo woo, woo woo woo!
Fang Han released the state of unity between man and artifact. The four great Void Immortals on his body—True Monarch Qi, Xuan Wugu, Yuan Wushang, and Yuwen Ji—as well as the two great divine venerables leaped out. They completely surrounded the Eight Tribes Pagoda.
The Eight Tribes Pagoda was spinning at an inconceivable speed. Hundreds of thousands of black holes appeared in the earthly lair, and those masses of black qi that were about to condense into sariras threw themselves into the pagoda one after another.
"Artifact refining techniques of the Heavenly Dragon Secret Manual!"
Facing the Eight Tribes Pagoda, Fang Han roared loudly, notifying the two great divine venerables and the four great Void Immortals. Six absolute experts cast out incantation seals at the same time. Inherently, an expert of the World King Realm could refine supreme dao artifacts, let alone Void Immortals. And for the two great divine venerables, each venerable was equivalent to three Void Immortals.
This meant that right now, Fang Han's servants were equivalent to ten Void Immortal experts joining hands to condense a treasure.
Rationally speaking, any supreme dao artifact, with the power of ten Void Immortals joining forced, could be successfully refined in an instant. But now, as that Eight Tribes Pagoda spun, rending space to absorb vitality, the death qi of the Dragon's Graveyard had yet to undergo an earth-shattering change. It seemed to still be lying dormant.
From this, it could be seen that if this supreme treasure did not succeed, so be it, but once it succeeded, its might would immediately suppress all directions.
"I have never seen what the Eight Tribes Pagoda will look like once successfully refined. What kind of great heaven and earth tribulation will it draw in?" Right at this moment, a group of people appeared beside Fang Han. They were the people of the three great sects—the Yuhua Sect, the Star Gathering Sect, the Crystal Cave Heaven, the Sun Moon Sword Sect, the Heaven Reaching Sword Sect, and the Cauldron Sword Sect, as well as the supreme elders of the five sects of the demonic path, and the five demonic path emperors. They also came out, watching Fang Han condense the magical artifact.
Feng Baiyu cast a cold glance, and these people scattered immediately, forming a great formation. Each occupying a position, ten supreme dao artifacts protected the ten directions, connecting with one another to form a Ten Directions Great Formation, guarding Fang Han in the center.
The Creation Sect now comprised the Six Dao of Immortality Sects, the Five Sects of the Demonic Path, taking up eleven halls. Because the Yuhua Heavenly Palace and the Star Gathering Sect's ancient meteorite had merged, there were only ten supreme dao artifacts.
Now, Feng Baiyu's prestige was gradually becoming heavier. Since Fang Han did not manage the sect much, he became the actual executor within the sect. In the entire Creation Sect, excluding Fang Han, his cultivation was the most profound, and he possessed quite some methods in managing the sect. Under a single glance, not only did individuals of the demonic path stay as quiet as winter cicadas out of fear, even people of the immortal dao felt a chill on their bodies.
They had already witnessed Feng Baiyu's methods; he could actually subdue a divine venerable.
"The transformation of the Eight Tribes Pagoda is still not enough to affect me. However, later when Fang Han is undergoing the Eight Tribes Pagoda's transformation, he will definitely embed the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure… At that time, as the two magical artifacts fuse and clash, the phenomenon of the magical artifact's advancement will certainly cause me to break through the bottleneck and enter the Void Immortal Realm. At that moment, it will draw down the Immortal Realm's Thunder Tribulation. My Thunder Tribulation, I don't know if I can survive it…"
Feng Baiyu's gaze was sharp, looking toward the sky, as if he had seen through a certain point in the Immortal Realm.
Boom! Right at this moment, that Eight Tribes Pagoda suddenly gave a jolt and expanded infinitely. The massive pagoda actually burst the space open, growing upwards towards the high firmament in the sky, threatening to split the sky wide open.
"The Eight Tribes Pagoda has finally begun to advance!"