Chapter 474 - 420: A Bumper Harvest

Chapter 474: Chapter 420: A Bumper Harvest

Thus, he had long ago reached a point on his path of the Refining Dao where to master one skill was to master them all.

Right now, the Artifact Refining method he employed was the Heaven and Earth Natural Skill.

Although this Heaven and Earth Natural Skill had stricter environmental requirements, it didn’t need a tranquil or isolated space.

Being amidst nature was like an infant in its mother’s womb; it allowed one to borrow the power of Heaven and Earth to aid in Artifact Refining.

Heaven and Earth themselves were the ultimate location for Artifact Refining!

Under Fang Yang’s control, the Flame Robe unfurled, radiating a brilliance that illuminated the surroundings.

The flames on the Flame Robe were more dazzling than lightning.

The Flame Robe rose, piercing upward and rushing into the divine thunder-fire tribulation cloud.

In the blink of an eye, the vast divine thunder-fire tribulation cloud was a maelstrom of crisscrossing lightning and fire. Like a cloud that stretched from the heavens down to the earth, it let loose billowing red smoke that enveloped a small world of its own.

Between heaven and earth, five Grotto Heavens emerged, filled with roiling magma and vigorous divine flames.

Within each Grotto Heaven, a Flame Spirit sat in command, wielding nine types of special Anomalous Flames.

Vermilion Bird! Fire Dragon! Bifang! Huodou! Fire Qilin!

This was Xiao Sanxuan’s Lifebound Skill, now activated by Fang Yang using the Fire Cauldron and evolved with the power of Heaven and Earth.

The Vermilion Bird spread its wings, the Fire Dragon coiled and danced, the Bifang cried out, the Huodou strode forward, and the Fire Qilin roared.

The five Flame Spirits burned with abandon, their divine light surging and auspicious mists shining brilliantly.

A vast expanse of fierce flames filled the space between heaven and earth, igniting the very void.

And as Fang Yang tossed one material after another toward the sky, the Flame Robe transformed at a visible rate. Its aura grew deeper and more terrifying, like the birth of a great fiend, demanding attention.

"This is... the Flame Robe?!" Far away, astonishment flashed in the Thunder Control Great Saint’s almond-shaped eyes.

If she recalled correctly, this Sacred Artifact was supposed to have been in Cang Qiurou’s hands and should have been destroyed along with her.

Cang Qiurou was the deceased wife of Han Wu Sub-Venerable, and also Sen Hui’s biological mother.

’Could it be that this was Sen Hui’s dowry?’

But she quickly shook her head, dismissing the idea.

’Even the Sen bloodline doesn’t possess the refining Skill for the Flame Robe Sacred Artifact, let alone having it to give Sen Hui as a dowry. This must be Fang Yang’s own stroke of good fortune!’

...

BOOM—

Deep within the tribulation cloud, a roar suddenly erupted, causing the Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff to change once more.

The Vermilion Bird’s wings were broken, the Fire Dragon’s tail was severed, the Bifang shrieked in sorrow, the Huodou was lamed, and the Fire Qilin wailed in agony.

The five Flame Spirits were suppressed by an immense, formless power and gradually destroyed until their divine forms ceased to exist.

Following that, the Flame Robe began to weaken, showing signs of shattering.

Seeing this, Fang Yang flicked his finger, shooting out a streak of fiery red divine light.

The fiery red divine light expanded, revealing its true form.

It was a thirty-six-petaled fiery red lotus, shrouded in divine radiance.

It slowly bloomed, condensing a Sea of Fire that joined with the Flame Robe to bolster its power once more.

RUMBLE—

The Flame Robe’s rallying seemed to have enraged the tribulation cloud.

Deep within the tribulation cloud, another change occurred!

The next moment, boundless lightning converged—multicolored, each with its own divine might.

The sky-filling lightning poured down like a waterfall, crashing down with the force of a meteor shower.

A dilapidated and decaying small world of lightning even emerged from within it. If it were to erupt, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The tribulation cloud was preventing the Flame Robe from ascending to the rank of a Sacred Artifact!

Flames surged to the heavens, and the lightning was brilliant.

Fang Yang’s expression was calm, his black hair flying back. He remained completely composed.

"The birth of a Saint is always met with tribulation, and so it is for a Sacred Artifact. I just didn’t expect the tribulation for this Flame Robe to arrive so quickly." The Thunder Control Great Saint narrowed her eyes, gazing at Fang Yang from afar.

’She had to admit that Fang Yang’s innate talent was far greater than her own at the same age.’

’Who was she?’

’She was the peerless prodigy who had won the title of Thunder Control, someone who had once dominated an entire era.’

’For her to admit inferiority, one could only imagine how extraordinary Fang Yang truly was.’

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"A Sacred Artifact tribulation?"

Even facing a catastrophe that could destroy the Flame Robe, Fang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, calm and unfazed.

The light in his eyes intensified, shot out, and formed an orange-yellow Light Mirror that flew into the air and immediately shattered.

In an instant, a hazy, orange-yellow glow enveloped heaven and earth.

The lightning stopped. The flames froze in place.

He had actually reproduced a portion of Han Wu Sub-Venerable’s power, freezing the world itself.

Such a technique astonished even the Thunder Control Great Saint, who gave him a deep, long look.

’To think he could even adapt Han Wu Sub-Venerable’s peerless Divine Technique. Even though it possessed less than one percent of the original’s might, the essential Dao rhythm was identical—and utterly terrifying.’

BOOM—

The next moment, the tribulation cloud, as if it had a consciousness of its own, broke free from the restraints and throbbed with rage.

In the void, the blurry shape of a bird suddenly formed, accompanied by a sharp cry.

The lightning had taken form!

A ferocious bird with nine heads appeared, its body blotting out the sun and sky, enveloped in nine-colored lightning.

Its cry was even more piercing, each sound injuring the souls of onlookers.

This was the Nine-headed Bird, also called the Ghost Bird, or the Ghost Chariot.

It was regarded as an inauspicious bird, born from the resentment of all living beings. It survived by absorbing the souls of mortals, and wherever it passed, people would lose their souls and not a single blade of grass would grow.

In the primordial era, a Nine-headed Bird proclaimed itself a god, which led the Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor to personally take action and seal the entire species.

To think that its divine form would be recreated by the tribulation cloud.

"Kill," Fang Yang uttered softly.

The next moment, a spark of Great Sun fire appeared, rapidly expanding to form an enormous Golden Crow.

The sun descended!

The Great Sun Golden Crow spread its wings and soared. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, it shot forward, wreathed in the ultimate yang Fierce Flame, and charged.

Before the Nine-headed Bird could even display its might, it was nipped in the bud.

After the Nine-headed Bird, more divine forms of legendary beings and objects emerged from the tribulation cloud: a Nine-tailed Fox, a Bronze Immortal Hall, and others in quick succession.