Tianyuan City.
Inside the Cave Mansion.
Fang Xing expressionlessly took out a millennia-old Spiritual dicine and tossed it into the Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron.
Achieving a breakthrough into the Mahayana Realm is a chasm for any cultivator, akin to a carp leaping over the dragon gate.
Moreover, if one’s condition is less than optimal after the breakthrough, so Elixirs are needed to restore one’s state.
Fortunately, there’s so leftover millennia-old Spiritual dicine at hand, so he’s preparing to refine several kinds of Elixirs, rumored to be highly beneficial for Mahayana cultivators to restore Mana and heal injuries.
Even if they won’t be needed, it’s never wrong to be prepared in advance.
To put it bluntly, the cultivation of Fang Xing’s cultivation avatar is supported by Elixirs!
Therefore, in terms of alchemy techniques, he’s quite adept, and now definitely counts as a rare Grandmaster in the Cultivation World.
Even when refining Mahayana-level Elixirs, he remains confident.
Fang Xing continuously controlled the heat, the Myriad Transformation Spirit Fla in the cauldron moved with agility, ebbed and flowed with ease.
When the room filled with the fragrance of Elixirs, he consecutively perford several Elixir collection spells, and suddenly his expression changed: "Oh?"
He saw the originally lifeless Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron suddenly roar!
An unusual vibration erged, causing the already ford Elixirs in the pill furnace to be ruined!
At this mont, Fang Xing couldn’t care less about those few Elixirs. He perford a spell to shrink the Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron and held it in his hand: "Old friend... what have you sensed?"
Over the years, he had mostly refined the Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron, and could vaguely sense a call from a certain direction through the cauldron body.
"Could it be... Ding Ling?"
Fang Xing’s gaze deepened.
The Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron was incomplete, only missing Ding Ling, and he had speculated it was taken to the Upper Realm.
He previously thought it was the Demon Realm or the Demon Race... unexpectedly, it was in the Spirit Realm!
"No way!"
"Now that the three realms are converging, could it be that the Demon Clan, Demon Race... have brought Ding Ling into the Spirit Realm first?"
Fang Xing held the Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron, silently sensing once more, and a cold smile appeared on his face: "It’s still moving towards actively, truly bold..."
The instinct of Immortal Mansion Treasures craves completeness!
Therefore, not only can the cauldron body sense Ding Ling, but Ding Ling can also sense the cauldron body!
...
"That direction is... Tianyuan City?"
Tian Ge looked at the ’Demon Spirit Cauldron’ in his hand, a look of astonishnt on his face: "This treasure is said to co from the Lower Realm... now it seems another part has been brought to the Upper Realm? Haha... this is truly a gift, having a complete Immortal Mansion Treasure is better than sacrificing a few Body Integration experts in a Blood Sacrifice!"
Moreover, Tianyuan City is a city of loose cultivators, without a single Mahayana!
The information about Fang Xing is still top secret due to its face-smacking nature, only a few in the Human Clan’s upper echelons know he is hiding in Tianyuan City.
Tian Ge naturally wouldn’t know.
He imdiately turned his Tunneling Light and headed towards Tianyuan City.
...
Whoosh whoosh!
The Demon Light’s tunneling speed was extrely fast, but halfway there, Tian Ge suddenly stopped, his expression sowhat odd: "He’s co out... it’s still , Fang Xing, haha, could it be that Human Clan cultivator thinks he can kill and seize the treasure?"
"Go!"
However, he wasn’t foolish, imdiately bit off a finger, chewed it fiercely, and spat it out.
That mass of flesh and blood quickly transford into a winged, large-eyed demon creature, flying towards Fang Xing’s direction.
Using this spell, he could see and feel everything the demon eye saw!
Just in ti to check if it’s a trap!
In the direction of Tianyuan City.
Fang Xing was casually flying, minding his speed, afraid that if he went too fast, he’d scare the opponent away.
After an unknown amount of ti passed, sothing caught his eye, he saw a winged eye demon creature.
"Oh, not so dumb..."
In the Void, the Rotten Iron Sword suddenly appeared, piercing through the eye demon creature with a single blow!
"Not good!"
At the sa ti, Tian Ge’s face changed dramatically: "That person... seems to be the ascended cultivator rumored to have attacked Jiuxiang Palace into seclusion!"
His face turned fierce, a pitch-black ’Great Movent Talisman’ appeared in his hand, biting his tongue, spitting a mouthful of Essence Blood onto it, activating it frantically at all costs.
But in the next mont, Fang Xing, who had already calculated the distance and even pinpointed the location, teleported in an instant to appear before Tian Ge.
"What?"
Tian Ge’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to comprehend how the enemy who was so far away just monts ago had suddenly appeared in front of him!
Fang Xing chuckled: "Playing Great Movent in front of ?"
There needs to be a certain gap between teleportations, and currently, he has a limit to his teleports.
That’s why he slowly shortened the distance between them, making a sudden attack when assured.
Otherwise, this Tian Ge might truly escape during the gaps between his teleports with the Great Movent Talisman.
But now, Fang Xing gently reached out his hand.
His fingers turned ethereal, seemingly piercing through the Void Layer, Illusion Void Layer... directly touching the spatial coordinates set by the Great Movent Talisman.
A surge of spatial power surfaced, destroying that coordinate.
Whoosh!
The Great Movent Talisman enveloped in Essence Blood ignited without wind, and then nothing happened...
Tian Ge stood dumbstruck, almost believing the Demon Ancestor intended to deliberately get him killed, providing fake life-saving artifacts!
But he no longer had ti for sorrow, as a Sword Light had already fallen before him.
Everything can be sumd up in one word—fast!
It’s beyond the sparks and flashes of lightning; it directly thrusts the sword tip against the forehead!
If it weren’t for the difficulty of the Void Flying Sword Technique penetrating this Demon Clan’s body, Fang Xing would certainly not mind performing an ’Internal Flying Sword Explosion Technique’!
"Ah!"
Tian Ge’s eyes were blood-red, and a patch of dark scales appeared on his forehead.
At the sa ti, nurous dark scales erged from his body, forming a fierce and demonically charged Heavenly Demon Armor!
Hiss!
The condensed Sword Qi erupted, struggling to break through the Heavenly Demon Armor, then grazed Tian Ge’s nose, lips, and left a bloody streak across his chest...
It gave the impression that if it penetrated a few inches deeper, it would have disemboweled him.
But ultimately, it fell short by just that tiny bit.
Tian Ge retreated tens of miles, only then hearing Fang Xing’s leisurely voice: "You’re impressive... your physique could even be considered quasi-Mahayana... Otherwise, you would’ve died from that previous sword strike."
Fang Xing had to admit one thing; his combat power had soared to such an extent that it surpassed his current realm.
This was, of course, due to the existence of his true self.
It was precisely because of this that techniques like the Rotten Iron Sword and Purple-Blue Divine Fla seed sowhat inadequate.
Actually, these two techniques could already be considered trump cards among cultivators in the Body Integration Realm.
"If you don’t die, this Demon Clan will surely ascend to Mahayana in the future."
Fang Xing was not stingy with praise for soone who could survive his sword strike.
"You’re rely a Perfect Unification cultivator."
Tian Ge roared, forming seals with his hands, as streams of black light appeared, transforming into twelve dark coffins.
Boom, boom, boom!
The dark coffins exploded in succession, revealing twelve refined corpses, all undoubtedly fearso demon corpses.
At the sa ti, he executed a spell on the Demon Spirit Cauldron, causing the cauldron to overturn, enveloping the surrounding ten thousand miles in a Blood Sea.
This Blood Sea and demon corpses seed to echo each other, forming a Demon Path array.
"Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation, one blade to claim life."
Tian Ge continued chanting with his mouth, extending his hands to retrieve a dark red Demon Blade from the Demon Spirit Cauldron.
Countless ancient script erged, surrounding him and the Demon Blade, creating an astonishing montum, reaching Mahayana level!
"Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron... Creation Power isn’t ant to be used this way."
Fang Xing shook his head and flicked his sleeve.
Roar!
The Purple-Blue Divine Fla expanded fiercely, scorching the Blood Sea, maintaining a patch of white land amidst the infinite Blood Sea.
Then, twelve Purple-Blue Fire Dragons erged, hunting down the demon path-refined corpses hidden in the Blood Sea.
The Rotten Iron Sword thundered, appearing in his hand, erupting with unimaginable brilliant sword light, eting the Heavenly Demon Blade head-on!
Clang!
Sword Light and Saber Radiance intersected, and the aftermath shattered the nearby space within ten thousand miles.
Then, Fang Xing’s Sword Light transford, and a flower ford at the sword’s tip.
One sword births a lotus!
This flower, although illusory, carried golden and silver hues, seemingly mixed with space-ti, infused with a hint of Space-Ti Fusion Power!
"What is this..."
Seeing his Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Saber Light being crushed, Tian Ge’s expression changed drastically: "Not good!"
But in the blink of an eye, that sword lotus landed on him, slowly blooming.
Amidst the turbulence induced by the Ti River, the ti flow on his body accelerated, and the wound left by the previous sword mark began to rapidly decay and expand...
Thud!
A head fell from midair.
Fang Xing withdrew the Rotten Iron Sword, exclaiming in admiration: "What a formidable Demon Clan, probably capable of contending with a Mahayana ancestor..."
Unfortunately, under his swordsmanship powered by the Space-Ti Lotus, he was slain, body and soul annihilated!
With its master dead, the original Blood Sea and demon corpses suddenly halted.
Midair, a mournful cry sounded, and the ’Demon Spirit Cauldron’ fell, only to be caught by Fang Xing with one hand.
"Using Demon Techniques to refine the Ding Spirit? And crafted a demon cauldron especially?"
He shook his head and opened his mouth.
A line of Purple-Blue Fla fell on the Demon Spirit Cauldron, instantly enveloping it in the Purple-Blue Divine Fla, burning fiercely.
At the sa ti, a Sword Light returned, bringing with it the Demon Clan’s storage Magic Treasure.
Fang Xing received it, swept with his Divine Sense, and suddenly halted, taking out a string of blood-red Life Plates.
So were quite extraordinary, clearly belonging to Body Integration cultivators.
"So many from the Human Clan secretly pledged allegiance to the Demon Clan? Even having divided Primordial Spirits and planted prohibitions?"
"Ah well, timid and fearful people are everywhere, not a big deal. I’ll leave it to Ji Ruzong and them to handle later."
Fang Xing sighed emotionally and continued to inventory the other spoils.
Approximately an incense stick’s ti later, the Purple-Blue flas mid-air gently dissipated, and a sowhat shadowy phantom of a cauldron appeared.
This cauldron exhibited a bronze color, but the surface still held much blood light.
"Truly a waste, but fortunately the Myriad Transformation Spirit Fla is enough to purify the Blood Sacrifice power..."
Fang Xing took out the Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron, and the Ding Spirit imdiately flocked to it, rging with it, causing mysterious changes.
"Not bad, this Ten Thousand Transformation Cauldron’s laws are profound, constituting an important part of the ’Creation Dao’... After completion, it’ll be a top-tier Emperor Weapon."
Such an Emperor Weapon would be considered a treasure even for Great Abilities in the Dharma Master realm!
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