Chapter 586 - 17: Celestial Sect, Killing Intent, Smile

Above the Vast Forest Sea.

The Taixu Cloud Tower hung silently beside the Yellow Springs River, majestic and unmoving.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged inside the tower, his hands forming a seal. The vast, boundless Magical Power within him was circulating the Ancient Strange Skill, the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique.

Behind him, an Immortal Sect swung wide open within a spatial rift. A torrent of Spiritual Qi poured out, transforming into countless round Talismanic Coins with square holes in their centers before they could even land, flooding into the Cloud Tower.

These Talismanic Coins shimmered with a faint golden light, exceptionally mystical and suffused with an infinite Dao rhythm.

As a faint rumbling echoed from the void, archaic and profound runes also materialized on Fang Cheng’s body, and a powerful, heavy aura vibrated ceaselessly around him.

The light on his body and the Merit Talismanic Coins in the tower reflected each other brilliantly. The coins floated up one by one and surged into his body.

Every time he cultivated this skill, Fang Cheng had an incredibly profound feeling. No matter how high his Cultivation or how strong his physical body, these Talismanic Coins could continuously refine his flesh, organs, and bones, as if tempering and nourishing a Magical Artifact.

Though the process was slow, its true value lay in the constant, unending improvement.

Fang Cheng even began to think, ’The ancient sage who created the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique must have been a madman.’

In theory, this strange skill could use the power of Merit Talismanic Coins to infinitely enhance one’s physical body, pointing directly to the great path of "physical sanctification."

Now that Fang Cheng had reached the Fifth Transformation, the amount of Merit Talismanic Coins required was already astronomical—a number so large it was hard to imagine.

If he hadn’t also cultivated the Circulation Qi Collection Technique, which allowed him to draw upon the endless Pure Spiritual Qi from the Upper Realm and convert it into Talismanic Coins, it would have been absolutely impossible to support such a luxurious cultivation regimen.

After all, each Merit Talismanic Coin he converted was equivalent to what a Dharma Realm cultivator could produce after several months of arduous refinement.

Without the Circulation Qi Collection Technique, he would likely need to find over a hundred Tribulation Realm Cultivators to refine Talismanic Coins for him just to meet his cultivation needs.

’Perhaps the great power who created this strange skill back then never even cultivated it to its peak. The later transformations... were probably just theoretical conjectures.’

Such an understanding dawned on Fang Cheng.

He had been cultivating in the Taixu Cloud Tower for several months, but Yu Wenxu had yet to arrive.

On this day, he suddenly felt something. He ceased circulating his Profound Skill, rose to his feet, and stood silently for a moment before raising his head to gaze at the horizon.

With his powerful physical body, he had gained a slight precognitive ability, a sort of "sudden whim" or gut feeling about impending danger and hostility.

In fact, he had not let his guard down since the day the Dragon Elephant Wanderer’s incarnation had departed.

The Red Profound Association and the Demon Lord’s faction were now at daggers drawn, with no room left for maneuver.

Sooner or later, the two sides would have to face off in a head-on clash.

During this time, in addition to cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique, he had also refined three Dream Spirit Incarnations.

He had deduced all three of these Dream Spirit Incarnations to the level of the Eight and Nine Tribulations. Furthermore, their deductions were all based on Spirit Immortal legacies like the Mixed Element Seven Tribulations Diagram, the Primordial Celestial Demon Strategy, and the Heaven-Returning Sundial. Although each Dream Spirit Incarnation possessed only enough power for a single strike, their strength was enough to turn the tide at a critical moment.

With these thoughts in mind, he calmly walked out of the Taixu Cloud Tower and put it away.

He stood in the void, gazing into the distance. Suddenly, a deafening crack of thunder resounded through the clouds, like a battering ram striking a city wall, each peal louder than the last. Beams of brilliant, ten-thousand-zhang light shot out at an angle, flashing in and out of existence as they swept across the sky.

For hundreds of li, roosting birds in the forest took flight in startled flocks.

In the distant void, the air rippled like the surface of water, sending out concentric, ever-widening circles of disturbance.

A Golden Boat smashed through the void and appeared in Fang Cheng’s line of sight.

The vessel was forged entirely of red gold and possessed a grand, majestic air. It was like a ship that had broken through countless waves, a master of its own fate, faintly exuding the aura of one that has passed through all tribulations to sail toward the farther shore.

A golden light flashed in the sky. A thousand-zhang-tall beam of light erupted as if a mountain had risen from flat ground. From within the layered light and shadows, a figure slowly stepped out of the void.

The newcomer wore a great cloak, a tall hat, and a wide sash. Golden motes of light scattered around his body, and a brilliant crimson haze enveloped him, making him look like a Spirit Immortal descending to the mortal world.

Fang Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the other man.

This man was handsome, with a tall and straight posture and a scholarly, refined air, like a man of profound learning.

It was none other than the Nine Tribulation Expert he had met once in the Dongxuan Realm, Master Xiaoyao, Yu Wenxu.

Now, his true body had descended. His aura pressed down on the heavens, and to face him was like facing the might of the heavens itself.

’So this is the aura of someone at Nine Tribulations Perfection. As expected, he’s far more powerful than Ascendant Feng Yan.’

Fang Cheng thought to himself, knowing he had to go all out this time. Otherwise, if Yu Wenxu and the Demon Lord joined forces, the game concerning the Demon Buddha would surely be lost.

Ever since stepping into the Tribulation Realm, he had never once fought with his full strength, so he still had no effective benchmark for how powerful he truly was.

But even if he were no match for a Nine-Tribulation Great Power like Yu Wenxu, Fang Cheng remained entirely unafraid.

He had fought against the Demon Lord’s incarnation countless times in the Qianyu Heavenly Spirit Ruins Treasure Realm, giving him an incredible wealth of experience in dealing with powerful foes. With three Dream Spirit Incarnations at his disposal, he had more than enough to ensure a calm escape.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Wenxu was before him.

The man first glanced at the Grotto Heaven Chessboard surrounded by the Yellow Springs River, then his gaze fell upon Fang Cheng. A hint of killing intent surfaced in his eyes, and his voice was low as he said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, I have carved the grudge for the murder of my wife and concubine into my very soul, and I dare not forget it. Since I have run into you today, allow me to test your mettle."

Fang Cheng smiled faintly. "Then please, Fellow Daoist, enlighten me."