Chapter 159: The Origin of the Precious Bead, Refined in an Instant

Compared to the Ten Thousand Evils Sinking Stele, the Creation Purifying World Bead seems not to have such a massive momentum.

But in terms of actual function, in Fang Longye's view, it is far more profound than the Ten Thousand Evils Sinking Stele.

And it is also more suitable for himself.

The Creation Purifying World Bead.

Firstly, it contains infinite vitality and can heal almost all injuries, including Dao Injury.

Of course, there is a limit; Fang Longye estimates it is only effective below the Great Luo level, and once it reaches Great Luo, it falls short.

This is already quite good; Fang Longye never expected it to be a treasure of the Great Luo level to begin with.

Secondly, as an object of supreme goodness and purity conceived within the absolutely evil and dark Sinking Demon Land, it emerges from the "silt" unstained, naturally possessing the ability to purify everything.

Otherwise, it would not have the two characters "Purifying World" in the name it received through its communion with heaven and earth.

It can be said that this bead is a miraculous treasure for healing internally, and a natural treasure for refining demons externally.

Fang Longye looked at Princess Tie Shan and discovered she was still immersed in the process of comprehending the demon treasure.

Or rather, she had only just begun to refine the Ten Thousand Evils Sinking Stele, and was now conducting a deep-level refinement of this demon treasure.

With the heavy oaths she had previously sworn as a guarantee, Fang Longye had no concerns regarding safety, simply letting Qingli and Ao Ying, who were by his side, stand guard.

He then similarly sank his consciousness into the bead in his hand.

The "Creation Purifying World Bead," like the Ten Thousand Evils Sinking Stele that Princess Tie Shan had collected, is a rare treasure.

That is to say, it has no Restriction and cannot be refined with primordial spirit Dharma power; one can only drive the illusory fire of the heart to refine it with the heart.

As his consciousness permeated layer by layer, constantly going deep into the interior of the bead, Fang Longye's consciousness fell into a dark space when he had refined half of it.

Beside his ears were nothing but incessant whispers, all of them beautiful blessings and visions.

Fang Longye's consciousness continuously expanded, both to investigate and to permeate.

Following his consciousness's permeation, little specks of light flickered within the dark space and emerged.

Then, a speck of light grew larger, revealing its radiance and illuminating the surroundings.

It was a humanoid figure; one could roughly make out its outline, but it was impossible to determine which race it belonged to. It was extremely blurry and illusory, seemingly not truly existing.

In the darkness, it carried a faint radiance and moved toward where Fang Longye's consciousness was.

The next moment, this figure turned into a faint light and merged into Fang Longye's consciousness.

When that radiance bloomed and surged into Fang Longye's consciousness, a warm feeling welled up from his heart, bringing an experience completely different from before.

It was a kind of beauty that could not be put into words.

"This is..."

A trace of memory, nearly exhausted and close to nothingness, emerged, causing him to be somewhat stunned.

Thereafter, as if some switch had been flipped, rays of pale white light shone.

Densely packed lights appeared in this dark space.

Fang Longye understood; these were the lingering obsessions of goodness left behind by the multitude of living beings who perished in the past Great War of the Immortal Qin at this location, Corpse Soul Ridge.

They were also the sum of all their beauty, the best legacy within their souls.

If the "Ten Thousand Evils Sinking Stele" was conceived from all the evil thoughts of these living beings before their deaths, gathered from various deaths, slaughters, and destructions.

Then the "Creation Purifying World Bead" was a miraculous treasure conceived by combining all the goodwill left behind by these living beings before their deaths with the vitality and creation derived from the land of extreme death.

And at this moment, seemingly sensing that this miraculous treasure finally had an owner, they spontaneously surged out and rushed forth.

The sky-filling radiance shrouded the entire field of vision.

Fang Longye's consciousness had long since been submerged by everything.

The sky-filling radiance shone, and at this moment, it all rushed toward him, turning his entire being into an ocean of light.

A warm feeling enveloped Fang Longye; it was an exceptionally warm feeling that made him feel particularly comfortable.

It did not bring an increase in power, but it made him unable to help but immerse himself in the multitude of beauties.

Yet accompanying all this, those illusory shadows were constantly shattering, turning into pure truth, goodness, and beauty, and merging into the "Creation Purifying World Bead."

Vaguely, countless voices seemed to ring out in Fang Longye's heart, like individual departed living beings blessing him, their descendant.

No resentment, no unwillingness, no roars... only pure goodwill and beautiful visions.

In this process, Fang Longye's consciousness seemed to receive some kind of blessing, and the speed of refining the "Creation Purifying World Bead" was like riding a rocket, advancing irresistibly.

... I do not know how much time passed.

Fang Longye opened his eyes and looked at Princess Tie Shan, discovering that she had not yet recovered her consciousness.

He immediately realized.

It was only natural; Demon Dao treasures have always been cruel and unruly, and they are not so easy to refine, even if the one refining them is originally a person of the Demon Dao.

Unlike the "Creation Purifying World Bead" in Fang Longye's palm, which, as an object of supreme goodness, beauty, and purity, even spontaneously helped him with the refinement.

This is just like the key to how the two were formed; one is supreme goodness and one is supreme evil, completely different.

Fang Longye, for no reason, recalled a sentence from the memories of his past life.

"Some people have been rained on, so they want to hold an umbrella for others, while some people have been rained on, so they want to tear others' umbrellas to shreds."

Of course, one cannot compare them entirely in this way.

Because whether it is goodwill or evil thoughts, vitality or death, creation or destruction, they all came from that multitude of dead living beings.

At the moment of death, a person's thoughts and ideas are extremely complex; there is both unwillingness and hatred, despair and wailing, as well as nostalgia for the beauty of the past and hopes and visions for the future.

"It's just that, they entrusted it to the wrong person!" Fang Longye wiped a few tear stains from the corners of his eyes and sighed in his heart.

Although he was moved to tears by the "radiance of humanity" of these dead living beings.

But clearly, the thought "slaughtering a realm should be able to refine a supreme treasure" arose in his mind in an instant.

It cannot be helped; this person named Fang is just this hard-hearted.

"Slaughter alone can refine all kinds of treasures; only now do I know the convenience of Demon Dao cultivation!" Fang Longye remarked with emotion.

Seen in this light, the ordinary living beings at the bottom are truly precious cultivation resources.

Among them, the Human Race is the best.

They reproduce quickly and are numerous.

They are also easy to hunt and kill.

Whether it is incense offerings, extracting souls and seizing spirits, refining essence and blood, or collecting evil thoughts, in which marvelous use does the Human Race not rank at the forefront? If he, Fang Longye, were a high-level figure in the Honghuang, he would also like all the living beings below to be of the Human Race.

They are just too valuable!

Especially since the uses he thought of do not require the living beings to possess any cultivation, or rather, living beings without cultivation are the best.

They will not have any ability to resist.

Pishamo had originally been standing beside Tie Shan with her eyes slightly closed, but upon hearing Fang Longye's exclamation, she immediately raised her eyes to look.

Seeing the Creation Purifying World Bead in Fang Longye's palm and sensing the Aura of this rare treasure, she immediately understood and smiled, saying, "You certainly have good fortune."

With her discernment, she could naturally see that Fang Longye had already completely refined the precious bead in his hand.

Compared to this, the Demon treasure stone stele that her own Princess had collected was clearly inferior—she then teased, "Listening to your tone, you seem quite envious of our Demon path! How about it? Why not simply throw yourself into the embrace of the Blood Sea? You might even become a son-in-law of our Ashura!"

Fang Longye felt a sense of wonder upon hearing this. One must know that just a moment ago, she was still shouting to kill him. How could she change her attitude toward him so quickly?

She was even in the mood to tease him—

He sensed that this Taiyi Realm Ashura woman's attitude toward him was not as hostile as he had imagined.

His mind stirred as he recalled something, and he immediately asked, "When the senior first arrived earlier, you mentioned that the Human Race was blocking the way. Could it be that group of ghosts and gods who originated from the Human Race?"

"Oh?"

Pishamo was surprised at first, but then she thought of how this detestable member of the Dragon Clan before her had swallowed an entire battle unit of their Ashura.

He must have obtained quite a bit of information in this regard.

She immediately understood.

She retorted unceremoniously, "It seems you already know everything, so why ask?"

Fang Longye thought of the memories he had gained from devouring the Ashura; the event that had caused the space to collapse earlier was indeed a battle between a group of Human Race ghosts and gods and the Ashura.

He immediately asked, "Is the influence of the Human Race in Youming very large?"

Hearing this, Pishamo seemed to think of some things that angered her, and she snorted in rage, "A bunch of wolves with wild ambitions, relying on nothing but their cooperation with Houtu Niangniang!"

Her words were filled with much resentment.

Even her anger turned into specks of blood-colored flames, lingering around her body.

(End of this chapter)