Chapter 185: Escaping the Tiger's Den Only to Meet a Vicious Wolf; Rescuing and Protecting at Fusang to Enter the Tang Valley

An unknown sea area.

Clear for ten thousand miles, a vast expanse of ocean.

The misty waves were vast and boundless, with curling clouds and smoke rising and diffusing all around; the scenery was enchanting.

Just at this moment, a beam of heavenly light descended, its divine brilliance scattering to form countless falling pearls and jades.

They circled into rings, rising layer by layer like a rolled-up pearl curtain, blooming in all directions and revealing two figures.

They were none other than Fang Longye and Peng Mowang, who had been flying away after escaping their predicament.

"Eh? We are actually already nearing Dongsheng Shenzhou!"

After sensing the surrounding situation and calculating the Heavenly Secrets, he found no harm.

Only then did Fang Longye heave a sigh of relief.

"Finally escaped!"

Fang Longye took out two jars of Immortal Brew and casually tossed one to Peng Mowang.

"Huntian, thank you for your help this time. Consider me owing you a favor." Fang Longye knew clearly in his heart that Peng Mowang had been completely dragged into this by him.

"What are your plans next?"

Peng Mowang opened the wine jar, drank heartily, and his mood relaxed.

Hearing Fang Longye's inquiry, he weighed the wine jar and said, "Naturally, I am returning to Beiju Luzhou!"

"After going back this time, I am going into deep seclusion! I will not emerge until I reach the pinnacle of Golden Immortal!"

Thinking of the wild and overbearing nature of the Dapeng Bird earlier, he gritted his teeth.

"It seems we shall part ways here, 'each returning to our own home'~"

"Why? Is Brother Fang not planning to return to Beiju Luzhou?" Peng Mowang caught the implication in Fang Longye's words and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"We are already very close to Dongsheng Shenzhou here. I happen to be quite interested in one place there. I won't be going back with you~"

Under the Duntian Shuttle, they had long since moved far away from the region of Penglai Xiandao.

Do not think that Penglai is very close to Dongsheng Shenzhou.

The East Sea is very large.

In fact, if one considers their current location as the coastal area, then Penglai Xiandao is equivalent to the deep sea.

The distance between the two is something mortals could never cross in a lifetime.

Since he was already near the coast of the East Sea, he naturally thought of that Monkey and his Huaguo Mountain. It would be perfect to go and pay a visit.

"I wonder if that Monkey is still at Huaguo Mountain?"

According to the timeline, that Monkey should be at the age to go out to sea to seek a master and learn arts.

Fang Longye thought to himself.

Seeing that Fang Longye was being cryptic, Peng Mowang did not ask further, only saying, "Then Brother Fang, take care of your safety~"

Fang Longye waved his hand and smiled, "No need to worry~ You too, be extra careful on the way back."

"It is best to avoid the area we were in before."

Peng Mowang nodded naturally and said, "Rest assured! I understand~"

……

After drinking heartily, Peng Mowang spread his wings, stirred the nine heavens, and flew away.

After watching him leave, Fang Longye calmed his mind and collected his thoughts. First, he channeled his divine abilities to perform a calculation of Heavenly Secrets.

Afterward, clouds and water-like light grew beneath his feet, creating colorful clouds in the void, and following the guidance of the Heavenly Secrets, he also flew off in one direction.

Above the clouds, auspicious clouds gathered atop Fang Longye's head, adorned with colorful tassels and dripping light. As he flew, he pondered matters to himself.

He was not returning to Beiju Luzhou because he truly harbored the intention of taking a trip to Huaguo Mountain, regardless of whether that Shihou had already gone out to sea.

If that Shihou had not yet developed the desire to go out to sea to seek a master, it would be a good opportunity to befriend him first.

And if he had already departed, he could still protect his monkey descendants, which would count as a good karmic connection.

However, this thought was not the real reason that prompted him to continue wandering outside.

Even Peng Mowang, after facing the Dapeng Bird, had developed the thought of going into deep seclusion to become stronger, let alone him.

However, Peng Mowang did not lack resources, so he could naturally return and go into seclusion in peace.

Yet he had to wander outside for the sake of his own subsequent cultivation, seeking opportunities and fortune.

Shaking his head with a smile, he put these thoughts away, and instead, his mind raced as he reviewed all his actions after encountering the Dapeng Bird.

Checking for omissions and making up for deficiencies.

In truth, that he was able to escape from the hands of the Dapeng Bird in the end was truly a stroke of luck.

It was because someone was secretly protecting him, intercepting the bird repeatedly, that he had the chance to turn the tables.

Especially that final move of transferring his own Calamity onto the bird; it was truly a flash of inspiration that occurred while he was being toyed with by the Dapeng Bird's avatar.

That it succeeded was entirely due to a combination of various factors, a matter of pure coincidence.

If he hadn't personally experienced the destruction of heaven and earth within that Supreme Spiritual Treasure of Long Xuan's, he might not have gained any insight into the path of disaster and tribulation.

Of course, more importantly, the divine ability 'Instant Radiance' that he had purchased beforehand at Wanbao Tower played a crucial role.

The strange power formed by burning ninety percent of his lifespan, added to the Inverting Yin and Yang divine ability, was what turned his hypothesis into reality.

A cultivator ascending to Loose Immortal only enjoys a lifespan of ten thousand and eighty years, the number of one Yuanhui; even upon reaching Origin Immortal, it is only the lifespan of one Yuanhui.

Fang Longye, as a Pure Yang True Immortal, possessed a lifespan of twelve Yuanhui.

Aside from the one Yuanhui consumed earlier for refining the Spirit Treasure, he originally had nearly eleven Yuanhui of lifespan remaining.

As a result, after finally escaping the Calamity, ninety percent of his lifespan was burned away, and now, he only had a little over a hundred thousand years of lifespan left.

This shows how difficult it was to implement that final operation of grafting the Calamity.

However, Fang Longye did not regret it.

A lifespan of over one hundred thousand years is not insignificant.

As long as no more irresistible events like encountering the Dapeng Bird occur, it is enough for him to ascend to a Golden Immortal.

As long as he obtains enough Innate Spiritual Objects of the Five Elements and completes the cultivation of the Five Qi in the Chest, he can immediately leap to become a Golden Immortal.

In fact.

When he was intercepted by the avatar of the Dapeng Bird and continuously toyed with like a frog in warm water, he had several times felt the urge to ascend directly to a Golden Immortal.

However, after some deduction.

Advancing during a struggle is extremely dangerous. It is simply not worth the gamble.

That was why he gave up on it.

While flying and pondering, he did not know how much distance he had covered.

Suddenly, a sense of alarm in his heart made him stop in his tracks.

Looking up, he saw that in the void ahead, clouds and water were misty, and auspicious colors were presented in abundance.

Looking closer, beneath the various phenomena, there was a coral reef stretching across the surface of the sea.

Reef rocks rose more than ten zhang out of the water, and layers of waves crashed against them, splashing up sprays of foam.

The surging sound of water reached the heavens and could be heard from far and near.

A middle-aged man, wearing an Imperial Crown of auspicious colors and draped in Dharma robes, sat upright on the reef, holding a fishing rod, appearing to be sea fishing.

The whole person exuded a mysterious and unfathomable air, impossible to see through.

Fang Longye did not hesitate; without a word, he turned his body around, intending to flee.

There was no other reason; after all, having only recently escaped from the hands of the Dapeng Bird, he felt a bit apprehensive now when seeing such a master's demeanor.

As a result, he had only taken a step and fled tens of thousands of miles when a grand and majestic voice reached his ears, each word like a beating drum: "Little one, stop."

Following the voice, a vast Aura rose all around, filling the surrounding space and time, blocking all his paths.

Fang Longye cursed inwardly.

He had no choice but to turn around slowly, only to see that at some unknown time, in the void not far behind him, a five-colored halo had appeared, reaching from heaven to earth.

Within the halo, a Treasure Pavilion floated in the air.

Inside the Treasure Pavilion, a Dharma Realm was self-contained, with pine and bamboo casting shadows, and a pond opened in the center, green and lush, planted with thousand-leaf lotus flowers, verdant and thick, with fragrance drifting about.

And that middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in the Treasure Pavilion, still holding the fishing rod in a leisurely manner, only it was no longer sea fishing.

The line was continuous, and a fishhook hung down into that lotus pond.

Fang Longye breathed a sigh of relief, simply because this middle-aged man was undisguisedly radiating the Aura of the Dragon Clan.

But then his heart tightened again; this was on the East Sea.

He had previously killed quite a few Golden Immortals from the East Sea Longgong; could this middle-aged man be from the East Sea Longgong, specifically here to seek revenge?

However, thinking back to the dragon and the turtle he had seen earlier, he felt that if it were a high-level figure from the Longgong, they probably wouldn't do anything to him.

With his thoughts turning a thousand times, he simply opened his mouth to ask: "Senior, do you come from the East Sea Longgong?" "East Sea Longgong?"

"Haha! That despicable villain Ao Guang, is he worthy of enjoying such a high position?"

Upon hearing Fang Longye's question, the middle-aged man's brow twitched violently, and his previously expressionless face instantly turned gloomy.

Afterwards, he simply stopped pretending and directly shook the fishing rod, causing ripples to spread across the lotus pond in front of him.

Then, from the extreme sky, a giant fishhook descended. With a black base and green patterns on its body, it was naturally formed, spinning and shaking.

It radiated a brilliant divine light.

Fang Longye only took one look, and it was as if he had been hit on the head by a hammer; everything went black before his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt that the fishhook was so profound and beautiful.

It seemed to be the most beautiful object in the world.

He could not help but want to approach it.

Even though he knew this fishhook was definitely not a kind thing, it possessed an irresistible, overwhelming attraction, as if from a superior, wrapping around him like a tide.

Fang Longye held his breath and focused, using all his might to resist this feeling.

He could no longer see anything else before his eyes; he only felt the wind and thunder roaring in his ears, and he felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, sailing in a night where he could not see his own fingers, ready to sink and perish at any moment.

In his heart, Fang Longye did not regret his persistence in traveling the Four Seas.

He only felt that he was extremely unlucky.

After sensing the middle-aged man's Aura for a while, he finally recognized who this middle-aged man was.

This middle-aged man was none other than the owner of the handwritten copy of the "Yin and Yang Great Vehicle Dragon Transformation Scripture" he had obtained!

One of the nine ancient dragons that pulled the carriage for Di Jun!

An old Lao Jiao of the Taiyi Realm.

"Haha!"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly.

"Junior, you can only blame your bad luck. You insisted on practicing some 'Yin and Yang Great Vehicle Dragon Transformation Scripture', and you just happened to bump into this ancestor's hands."

The middle-aged man sat upright in the Treasure Pavilion, and amidst his loud laughter, he looked at Fang Longye, who was struggling like a fish, with unconcealable joy in his eyes.

More than one hundred thousand years ago, he was unfortunately drawn into the war against heaven initiated by the First Emperor; not only was his foundation completely destroyed, but he himself was also severely wounded and on the verge of falling.

Hanging by a thread, he slept in the deep sea to recover from his injuries, resting for more than a Yuanhui, and only woke up three thousand years ago.

Afterwards, he had been wandering the Four Seas, capturing Dragon Princes and Longnu with superior Bloodlines to repair his own damaged and withered Bloodline.

As a result, not long after waking up, he had now encountered such a Great Medicine! "Unexpectedly, there is such a harvest."

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Longye, his heart burning with heat.

This little dragon before him had quite a deep attainment in the "Yin and Yang Great Vehicle Dragon Transformation Scripture", and his Bloodline, which had undergone long-term transformation, contained extraordinary power.

Well, there is just one thing.

This little dragon is quite well-endowed with Spirit Treasures, and every single one is top-tier. At a glance, one can tell their background is not simple.

Forget it.

Even if it means offending someone, I must take this Great Medicine.

Besides, this little dragon has no protector by their side; it is not certain that there is someone behind them.

He immediately roused his spirits, wiped away the drool that had leaked out, and stared at the various Spirit Treasures Fang Longye was wielding, sneering coldly.

Even if he were deeply wounded, he would still be in the Taiyi Realm; with him attacking at full strength, how could a few Spirit Treasures possibly break free?

He immediately exerted his full strength to manipulate the fishing rod in his hand.

Though it hung in the lotus pond of the Treasure Pavilion, the fishhook manifested between the sea and sky, exuding an irresistible force as it descended continuously.

This forced Fang Longye to involuntarily reveal his dragon form, and as he thrashed, the giant fishhook approached rapidly.

With a gentle sway, it knocked aside all the Spirit Treasures and, with lightning speed, headed straight for his throat.

Just as the hook was about to pierce Fang Longye's throat, a profound Dao sound rang out; clusters of red clouds formed in the void, and from within them stretched out a branch covered in golden silk.

The branch swayed, appearing slow but moving with haste, instantly knocking the fishhook away; immediately after, the branch flickered, gently coiled around Fang Longye, and submerged into the void.

Thereafter, the red clouds dispersed, and peace was restored.

The entire sea area was empty and desolate.

As for that middle-aged man, how would he dare to be angry? Long before that branch appeared and knocked the fishhook away, his expression had changed drastically, and he had ignored everything else to directly drive the Treasure Pavilion.

In an instant, he tore through space, plunged into the void, and fled.

Within the void, spatial torrents raged like rolling, surging waves, and the unimaginably powerful force stirred, sounding like thunderclaps.

A Treasure Pavilion, radiating a sharp Aura, leaped through it at high speed.

Inside the Treasure Pavilion.

The middle-aged man sat upright, his face filled with terror as he said, "Fusang! It is definitely Fusang Wood!"

As one of the nine flood dragons that once pulled the carriage for Di Jun, he was not at all unfamiliar with the Aura of Fusang Wood.

As for why he was so terrified, it was because, according to rumors, the Fusang Wood was in the hands of the ten Golden Crow princes.

And he, back then, had taken advantage of the Lich War to rush into the sleeping quarters of the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and plunder quite a few good things.

Facing the appearance of the Fusang Wood, he was naturally trembling with fear~

……

Fang Longye gathered his thoughts and opened his eyes; what greeted him was a world of fire.

Above and below, left and right.

Everywhere were swirling, dizzying flames, radiating a mysterious and unfathomable Aura, illuminating all directions.

A golden expanse.

"Who saved me just now?"

Although at the final moment, Fang Longye's mind had been completely intoxicated by that fishing hook, he was not without any perception.

He was still able to sense that something had coiled around his body and pulled him into this space.

Raising his eyes to scan, Fang Longye realized that this place was not entirely fire.

He saw that the bottom of the sea of fire was actually a layer of dark-colored seawater.

These countless flames were, in effect, burning fiercely on the surface of the water, never to be extinguished.

Feeling these flames, suffused with golden light and myriad colorful clouds, Fang Longye only felt a restlessness within his own body.

This restlessness was very strange; at times joyful and leaping, at times angry and hateful.

Fang Longye blinked his eyes, lost in thought.

Thinking of something, his mind shifted, and he transformed his own power into wisps that permeated into the sea of fire.

In just an instant, they sank into the depths of the sea of fire, and then continued downward, spreading into the golden flames within the sea of fire.

Inward, inward, and further inward.

After a moment, having finally touched the interior, flames suddenly soared into the sky all around, and the Great Sun cast its colors; in the center, there was the image of a three-legged Golden Crow, head held high toward the sky.

"Sure enough."

Fang Longye's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a look of realization.

A Golden Crow Imprint left behind.

It was only because his true Bloodline had fused with Sun True Fire and Wu Clan Essence Blood that he had caused the Golden Crow Imprint remaining here to resonate with him.

This caused him to feel that restlessness.

"So, I think I can already guess what place this is!"

Associating this with the fact that he had just been in the East Sea.

And with the Golden Crow Imprint remaining, then this place should be—Tang Valley.

Tang Valley.

In legend, the place where the Great Sun bathes in the sea.

Long ago, the place where the ten little Golden Crows, sons of Di Jun, lived and played.

Sure enough, he guessed right!

As the thought finished, the entire sea-of-fire space, following the activation of the Golden Crow Imprint, vibrated incessantly, responding.

A mysterious, inexplicable sound echoed.

It kept entering his ears and falling into his heart, transforming into scattered information that proved Fang Longye's guess.

This place was indeed Tang Valley!

(End of chapter)