"This is the final strike of the Spear of Judgment. If I can withstand it, I will truly survive the Void Immortal Thunder Tribulation. Becoming a supreme overlord, the path of cultivation in the future will be smooth, at least until becoming an immortal, there will be no disasters or tribulations. I do not believe this Heavenly Tribulation can do anything to me. Eight Divisions Pagoda, Thirty-Three Heavens, Spoon of the Gods, Supreme Dao of the Ancestral Witches… tear it apart for me."
Facing the final strike of the Spear of Judgment, Fang Han was full of high spirits, his entire body shaking. The long body of the Ancestral Dragon appeared above his head with the phantom of the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Within that phantom of the Thirty-Three Heavens, all sorts of strange and bizarre people unexpectedly appeared. Those people had oil paint smeared on their faces, weird and eccentric, chanting bizarre incantations. Many coffins appeared in the phantom of the Thirty-Three Heavens. Originally, the thirty-three supreme treasures were extremely sacred things, but things akin to the source of all evil actually appeared within them. The sacred and the evil combined together, forming a perfect cycle, tracing back to the origin, reaching the source where thousands of universes appeared.
Fang Han knew this was the wondrous use of the combination of the Ancestral Witch Mirror and the Thirty-Three Heavens supreme treasures. With a slight movement, that power pierced through the void, endless and unceasing. Never before had Fang Han so profoundly understood the meaning of the origin and possessed such tyrannical power as today.
Facing the final strike of the Spear of Judgment, the arrival of the ultimate judgment, he had no fear in his heart. Rushing upward, his claws repeatedly formed seals, and magnificent musical notes blasted out from the talisman of the King Buddha of Self-Mastery in the World.
He unexpectedly merged his body, forcefully crashing into the Spear of Judgment.
"Ignorant human, to actually dare to resist in front of the judgment…" On the Spear of Judgment, the ancient will vibrated once again.
A sound like tearing silk resonated.
The light of the talisman of the King Buddha of Self-Mastery in the World was entirely torn completely apart. The ancient Buddha on it was pierced through, and the momentum of the spear still did not wane in the slightest, colliding with Fang Han's claws.
"Clang!"
The spear body thrust onto Fang Han's claws. The long Great Desolate Ancestral Dragon body tore open once again, but it did not collapse. This time, Fang Han's power had increased by more than ten times compared to the previous moment. The Eight Divisions Pagoda had reached major completion and could rival immortal artifacts. No, this magical treasure was no longer the Eight Divisions Pagoda, but a supreme treasure that had never existed in the universe, a perfect treasure. A noble will, infinitely approaching the origin, approaching chaos, approaching creation, approaching eternal life, approaching fate—a magical treasure.
Although compared to those immortal artifacts in legends, its power as a king-grade immortal artifact was still inferior, its essential soul was nobler than theirs.
Kill!
At the moment he collided with the Spear of Judgment, Fang Han's body also felt waves of tearing, but he no longer had the feeling of collapse from before and could actually hold up under it.
Spear shadows blasted out, and Fang Han's dragon claws followed, executing hundreds of billions of phantom shadows, colliding with the Spear of Judgment. His body continuously tore apart, and was continuously repaired.
"Chaos Flesh Fetus!"
While colliding with the spear shadows, Fang Han let out a long howl again. The massive flesh and blood fetus appeared behind his body and directly merged into the dragon body.
"Small Fatalism!" Fang Han once again executed this unprecedented miraculous art. Within that flesh and blood fetus, countless chaotic flesh and blood were refined and also merged into his body, his world, and the various worlds of the Eight Divisions Pagoda.
That body grew more and more tyrannical! More and more condensed. Reaching the end, with every claw strike Fang Han made, he could actually slightly shake the Spear of Judgment!
The Heavenly Tribulation seemed even more enraged.
Enraged that someone was growing stronger and stronger, challenging its authority. Even more fierce Life Star Thunder and Void Thunder descended. That Spear of Judgment, flashing with light, suddenly made a thrust, shaking Fang Han away, and then emitted a summoning sound.
Boom!
Within that Heavenly Tribulation Divine Thunder, two more vortexes appeared. In those two vortexes, suddenly, the forms of a long sword and a long spear appeared.
That long sword was exactly the "Sword of the Lost," and that long spear was the "Spear of Vengeance."
In Fang Han's Heavenly Tribulation, the forms of three great king-grade immortal artifacts unexpectedly manifested in succession, seeming to strike at the same time. Not giving this person who blasphemed the majesty of creation and stole the seed of fate the slightest chance to catch his breath.
"My god!" Feng Baiyu's entire body began to tremble, not knowing whether it was out of shock, fear, or excitement. He underwent the Heavenly Tribulation together with Fang Han, which could be said to have taken some clever advantage. Much of the Heavenly Tribulation's power rushed toward Fang Han, while he handled it with ease, flashing everywhere, absorbing the aura of the Life Star Thunder and Void Thunder to enhance his power and open the mysterious seals inside his body.
But now, seeing the three great king-grade immortal artifacts, the legendary magical treasures, the Sword of the Lost, the Spear of Vengeance, and the Spear of Judgment, manifesting together in the Heavenly Tribulation, Feng Baiyu finally could not remain calm. With a long howl, the Emperor Mirror rotated, turning into a ray of divine light that rushed into Fang Han's body.
"The orthodox path of Heaven, the Emperor Mirror. The unorthodox path of Heaven, the Ancestral Witch Mirror! Origin energy uniting, recreating the universe!" Amidst his furious shout, the aura of the Ancestral Witch Mirror in Fang Han's Eight Divisions Pagoda and the aura of the Emperor Mirror fused with each other. Fang Han's entire body radiated light. The combination of the Thirty-Three Heavens supreme treasures and the Eight Divisions Pagoda no longer had a single flaw, perfectly seamless.
"Good, very good! I have the support of the Chaos Flesh Fetus, any severe injury can be repaired! Three great king-grade immortal artifacts, come! Let me see just how formidable your power is! Whether the Heavenly Tribulation can truly obliterate me."
Fang Han vibrated again, dragon aura soaring into the sky.
Woo woo, woo woo. Mournful cries resonated in the sky. The Spear of Judgment, the Sword of the Lost, and the Spear of Vengeance attacked from three directions. The aura caused all types of divine thunder to completely disintegrate, and all the Heavenly Tribulations were instantly absorbed into the three great king-grade immortal artifacts. Then, these three king-grade immortal artifacts crossed endless space and time, raiding forward.
Fang Han felt unbearable pain, but his will was even more resolute, soaring unprecedentedly. The Small Fatalism was madly executed, lifespan burning, one million years, two million years… Within the Chaos Flesh Fetus, mountains of flesh flew up, were refined, and merged into his body, making up for his lifespan and strengthening his vitality and blood.
The three great king-grade immortal artifacts finally struck down upon his body.
His dragon claws made three consecutive strikes, every single one hitting the main bodies of the three great king-grade immortal artifacts. The infinite rebound force almost caused his soul to shatter, and his body exploded once again. The various worlds of the Eight Divisions Pagoda suffered devastating blows again; only the most core Thirty-Three Heavens world was safely protected.
And Fang Han's natal world was damaged even more severely. Almost destroyed because of this.
In an instant, he suffered unrecoverable damage.
And Feng Baiyu also spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. With a clang, the Emperor Mirror dropped from his hand. His entire body cracked open, but on his chest, a bit of a seal seemed to be touched. An ancient totem mark was stirring restlessly.
"I still have a breath left, the strike of these three great king-grade Dao artifacts did not thoroughly kill me!" Fang Han's astonishing will began to operate again. Radiating his divine sense outward, he saw that after the strike of the three great king-grade Dao artifacts, although it caused him to be severely injured again, it could not destroy him.
However, those three great king-grade Dao artifacts did not dissipate, but stayed high in the air again, coldly gazing downwards. Seeing Fang Han recovering again, they vibrated once more, moved, and struck down again.
"This is an endless battle until death! The Heavenly Tribulation is so fierce, wanting to thoroughly kill me! I swear! As long as I do not die this time! I will definitely charge into the Heaven Realm, destroy even the heavens, and completely refine you three great king-grade Dao artifacts." Fang Han was thoroughly enraged. Never before had he been filled with such anger. The three great king-grade Dao artifacts and the Heavenly Tribulation wanted to exterminate him. At this moment, he had not a bit of certainty of surviving.
Right at this moment, suddenly on Feng Baiyu's body, a ray of divine light shot out. Fang Han's body shook, and he saw that within that ray of divine light, a tall figure of the God Race appeared. This God Race figure was in a suit of battle armor, his body dripping with blood, and behind his back, trillions of halos flashed. In an instant, it depicted endless battle scenes. It was scenes of this God Race battling with the Heaven Realm, the Buddha Realm, and even some mysterious universes, mysterious powerful existences, and even countless immortals, Golden Immortals, Ancestral Immortals, Origin Immortals, Sacred Immortals, Supreme Immortals… and even Heavenly Monarchs.
This God Race seemed to be born for battle.
His face was extremely handsome, vaguely somewhat similar to Feng Baiyu. But the power of his body was unknown how much greater than Feng Baiyu's.
When the three great king-grade Dao artifacts crossed over together and flew down, he took a step out of the space of the Eight Divisions Pagoda, stood in front of the three great king-grade Dao artifacts, opened his large hand, and grabbed the three great king-grade Dao artifacts.
The Spear of Vengeance, the Sword of the Lost, the Spear of Judgment, three great king-grade Dao artifacts, were actually grabbed by him in one handful.
This God Race showed a faint smile on his face: "You actually dare to deal with me, disturbing my slumber… Even if your main bodies come, it is useless. When I thoroughly awaken, I will go to the Immortal Realm, grab your main bodies, and end your lives. You provoked the wrong person…"
"Sacred King of the End…"
The wills of the three great king-grade immortal artifacts actually showed a trace of fear, recognizing him. This was the God Race, the Sacred King of the End from ancient legends. He actually appeared here.
"Pop!"
This tall God Race grabbed and squeezed.
The three great king-grade immortal artifacts exploded into countless fragments and suddenly disappeared. And that tall God Race also dissipated. The totem mark on Feng Baiyu's chest lay dormant. No longer stirring restlessly.
The Heavenly Tribulation began to dissipate, and the dense Life Star Thunder and Void Thunder also became scattered.
The Heavenly Tribulation had finally passed.
"So there was such a tyrannical thing lying dormant inside Feng Baiyu's body. What exactly is his relation to the Sacred King of the End of the God Race? No wonder, no wonder he could subdue the God Venerables!"
Fang Han finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His greatest crisis was resolved. Once the Heavenly Tribulation passed, the road was smooth.
This time, if it weren't for the phantom of the Sacred King of the End inside Feng Baiyu's body revealing its form at the very end, he would have already been torn apart by the power descending from the three great king-grade Dao artifacts. It would have been fundamentally impossible to survive this Heavenly Tribulation.
"Alright! Recover from the injuries! Quickly recover. Luckily I learned the Master of Medicine King Buddha Glazed Great Treasure Immortal Art. By relying on the Chaos Flesh Fetus, I have great certainty in treating the injuries."
Fang Han immediately circulated the immortal art, burned immortal pills and talismans, and began treatment, repairing the world.
"Tsk tsk, to actually survive the Immortal Realm Thunder Punishment, truly formidable."
"Having survived the Immortal Realm Thunder Punishment, he is probably at his last gasp. But it benefits us…"
"Take advantage of his illness, take his life…"
A wave of divine sense crossed the void and transmitted over. Fang Han's face suddenly changed, and he saw that many powerful auras appeared in the death energy of the true Dragon Cemetery. He was actually surrounded.