Chapter 421 - 406: I, the Original Source of the Dark Turmoil?

Chapter 421: Chapter 406: I, the Original Source of the Dark Turmoil?

Fang Yang’s black hair flew wildly. In a silver robe and wielding a longspear, he was like a demon god descended upon the world. He slaughtered one Young Great Saint after another, and even struck down the White Tiger Demon Lord, a master of his own lineage.

The world was stunned.

All living beings seemed petrified, staring blankly at this scene. Time itself seemed to have forgotten to flow as countless beings held their breath.

"He blots out the sky with one hand, extinguishing a miracle!"

"The Sovereign... is he really not a Young Venerable?"

"Kill them! Crush those demon whelps and avenge our brothers...!"

The grand protective formation roared. People cried out, their initial alarm turning into profound emotion, their eyes shining with shock.

...

Meanwhile.

The Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty had heard the White Tiger Demon Lord’s dying words of indignation.

In that instant, a flash of silvery-white lightning shot through his mind.

In a flash of insight, he understood. Qi Xuanxian’s earlier actions had all been a ploy to counterattack the White Tiger Demon Lord.

His heart grew heavy. Gritting his teeth, he felt he owed Qi Xuanxian an immense debt and vowed to take care of Qi Xuanxian’s family.

...

After Fang Yang had slain the host of Young Great Saints, he did not stop.

On the contrary, he rode the wind and thunder, wielding fierce flames as he began a great reckoning.

The place became a living hell. The heavens and earth grew dim as endless wails of misery began to rise.

There was fury and there were curses, but most were aimed at the likes of the Seventh Prince and the other Young Great Saints.

The soldiers of the Third Route Army could only gaze up at Fang Yang in awe, a chilling numbness creeping over their scalps.

And under Su Xi’s direction, they all began to move, cleaning up and clearing the battlefield.

At this moment, the land was desolate and silent.

Even the shattered sky was spontaneously repairing and mending itself.

Jiuming gently pressed down on his ever-trembling Celestial Sword, his gaze fixed on Fang Yang’s back.

In this great war, aside from Fang Yang, he was the only one who had managed to inflict lethal damage on a Young Great Saint.

But because of this, he understood Fang Yang’s terrifying power all the more.

Jiuming slowly exhaled. ’A Sovereign like this... among those at the same level, he has clearly surpassed even Su Dao and Jiuzhe. Is he truly not a Young Venerable?’

Beside him, Ling He’s expression grew complicated upon hearing this. ’I was a fool to think my defense was unparalleled. Before the Sovereign, I’m afraid I would be just like Lin Xianfan, fated to fall with a mere flip of his hand.’

「In the distance.」

Su Xi and Shan Jushi, who were managing the overall situation, were silent.

They too were shocked by the transformation of Fang Yang’s strength.

There had been no signs at all. Fang Yang had suddenly reached Tier Five Peak, then suddenly possessed the Kunpeng and Golden Crow Dharma Aspects.

But they were also aware of Fang Yang’s deep ties to Sub-Venerable Han Wu and Sen Yue.

Su Xi: "The Sovereign is only thirty, isn’t he? Truly unbelievable."

Shan Jushi added with admiration, "And not just him. Those three battle pets, especially the White Feathered Eagle, are just as impressive. Truly extraordinary."

They had many, many things they wanted to say.

However, they also knew that with Fang Yang’s strength, if he were to cast his Magic, he could undoubtedly overhear anything said between heaven and earth. And so, they said no more.

...

「An hour later.」

Fang Yang returned to the Sovereign’s tent.

Outside the tent, the silver disk of the moon hung high, spilling down its bright, ethereal light.

Inside the tent, Fang Yang sat quietly on a Daoist mat. He was perfectly calm, transcendent and peaceful, with an otherworldly aura that was tranquil and natural.

A short while ago, his battle blood had been boiling as he killed Cha Mo, Zhong Zunyang, Xiao Sanxuan, Lin Xianfan, the White Tiger Demon Lord, and a host of other Young Great Saints, along with countless demon soldiers and generals.

He was like a primeval demon god, not only stunning the enemy army but also striking fear into the hearts of the Third Route Army’s soldiers, making their blood run cold.

Now, however, he was like a profound Daoist, sitting perfectly still as he experienced the changes within himself, digesting his vast combat experience. He seemed so ethereal, as if he might ride the wind and depart at any moment.

In motion, a primeval demon god; in stillness, a true and accomplished cultivator.

Motion and stillness, starkly different.

These two opposing auras had formed a perfect unity within him.

One could imagine that to him, killing and being killed were one and the same; it did not stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

At this moment, Fang Yang closed his eyes, internalizing the fruits of his recent battles.

He was surprised to discover that a new strand of destiny was gathering around him.

[Heaven’s Domain: Fragmented Celestial Destiny Mark]

It resembled a scroll of Daoist Ancient Scripture, floating silently within his personal destiny, flanked and guarded by his Destined Golden Crow and Destined Kunpeng.

He instantly understood: this was the initial favor bestowed by the will of Heaven’s Domain, which had coalesced into this faint, profound, and illusory mark.

With the help of this mark, he could briefly glimpse the realm of a Young Venerable.

However, through the [Heaven’s Domain: Fragmented Celestial Destiny Mark], he discovered an ancient, Daoist silhouette.

The imprint of the Eternal Life Daoist Venerable!

He had a sudden insight: if he stayed on this dream battlefield for another three years,

then he could become the Mandate of Heaven’s Domain, using its power to ascend to the realm of a Young Venerable.

Of course, if he revealed his Dream Emperor Dharma Aspect, he could break into that realm with his own power alone, without any external support.

’Another three years? That’s far too long.’ Fang Yang’s brow furrowed slightly.

He hadn’t forgotten the threat of Sen Yue and the Great Sun Dragon Lady.

’Of course, after today, those two will probably have to change their opinion of me.’

’But no matter what, three years is still a rather tricky length of time.’

For a moment, Fang Yang stared silently at the [Heaven’s Domain: Fragmented Celestial Destiny Mark], lost in thought.

’This must be the Tier Seven opportunity that my fortune slip mentioned.’

’And if it were complete, it would be at least a Tier Eight opportunity, perhaps even comparable to a Tier Nine one.’

「After a long while.」

He gently let out a long breath.

He began to absorb the other spoils of his victory to increase his own power.

In that great battle, he had also absorbed the source essence of numerous Young Great Saints.

Cha Mo’s poison dragon, Zhong Zunyang’s heavy mountain, Xiao Sanxuan’s Flame Spirit, Lin Xianfan’s fire of desire, and the White Tiger Demon Lord’s power of martial metal.

"Rise." The command flashed through Fang Yang’s mind.

In an instant, Primordial Qi flooded in, and Dharma Aspects of a poison dragon, a heavy mountain, and others manifested in the empty air.

Among them, the Flame Spirits—like the Vermilion Bird and the Bifang—within his five Flame Grotto Heavens were the most vivid and lifelike.

After all, Fang Yang was a Fire Dao Grandmaster. Absorbing and converting Xiao Sanxuan’s entire life’s work was perfectly natural for him.

"The source essences of these Young Great Saints are all exceptionally pure. They even possess a portion of a Great Saint’s power," Fang Yang mused.

His mind went back to the act of igniting the divine flame within the [Silver Ancient Lion Great Sage Dream Realm].

This technique was created by Saint Emperor Vast Sun and was obtained by Guan Yidu, the ’original owner of the dream realm’.

In that Great Sage Dream Realm, Guan Yidu had used this technique in an attempt to ascend to the Immortal Realm, but in the end, his ascension failed.

However, it wasn’t a total loss—the technique was able to increase one’s lifespan!

"Time to try it."

A glint flashed in Fang Yang’s eyes.

Immediately, he closed his eyes, secretly activating [State of Profound Subtlety] and [Myriad Dreams Manifest as One] to begin his deductions.

DRIP.

DRIP. DRIP.

Within his first Acupoint, the Golden Crow Dharma Aspect beat its wings, and a single point of bright, orange-yellow flame appeared, exceptionally vibrant.

"I succeeded! My life essence... no, I’ve increased my lifespan by at least a hundred years?!" Fang Yang’s eyes flew open, a look of shock on his face.

This was too ridiculous.

A technique that could seize fortune from the heavens themselves was truly worthy of its creator, the first Venerable, Saint Emperor Vast Sun.

It truly possessed heaven-defying power!

If word of this spread throughout the Void Heaven, it would surely attract the fervent pursuit of countless Saints.

Then, Fang Yang took a deep breath and continued to refine the various source essences.

One hundred years.

Two hundred years.

...

One thousand years.

Two thousand years.

Two thousand five hundred years.

Suddenly, Fang Yang’s eyes snapped open.

At this moment, feeling the new vitality coursing through his body, he was still in disbelief.

’Counting my previous lifespan, does this mean I have at least three thousand years left to live?!’

’And this is before I’ve even become a Saint!?’

It was so heaven-defying that it left him feeling a bit dazed.

This kind of Skill also made him recall certain memories from the depths of his mind.

The Dark Forbidden Area!

"Hooo..."

He took a deep breath, calming his emotions.

A moment later, he rose to his feet and gazed out into the heavens.

He wondered what kind of waves would be stirred up when the news spread that he had revealed two Dharma Aspects from one acupoint and slaughtered a host of Young Great Saints.

But he could make a good guess. At the very least, from this day forward, Sen Yue would no longer be able to obscure his light!

Cha Mo, Zhong Zunyang, Xiao Sanxuan, Lin Xianfan, the White Tiger Demon Lord...

Every single one of these Young Great Saints was a figure who commanded widespread attention.

The White Tiger Demon Lord in particular was someone the Celestial Demon Palace paid close attention to. His status in the Red Flame Demon Country was nearly equal to Sen Yue’s.

And yet, he had fallen here.

With a result like this, what could Sen Yue possibly use to block Fang Yang’s brilliance now?

Of course, Fang Yang also knew that he and Sen Yue didn’t actually have any personal grudges.

Their conflict was primarily about one domain not being large enough for two great hegemons.

Moreover, if he recalled correctly, the [Celestial Destiny Marks] of different domains could devour and strengthen one another.

And this was precisely one of the main reasons why the Great Sun Dragon Lady and Sen Yue were rivals who could not tolerate each other!

(The next update will be released on July 6th at 22:00.)