Chapter 102: The Demon God's Statue

A blood wolf was casually slain by Fang Yu.

Several dozen blood bears were also casually killed by Fang Yu.

Not long after, Fang Yu encountered more blood wolves—blood wolves moving in packs.

Fang Yu still struck out, one sword per beast, cutting down every one of these fierce creatures.

The things from this Underground World all held great value—things like blood crystals and blood cores could be used to forge spirit artifacts and refine elixirs. Even when the Elders of the Yuhua Sect issued missions, they would send disciples to slaughter such creatures to earn contribution points.

For Fang Yu, who stood at the 10th Stage of Physical Body and the Divine Transformation Realm, they posed no threat whatsoever.

Still, during the fighting, Fang Yu did feel his spirit and will steadily improving, and his strength increasing as well.

He swallowed Essence Yuan Pills one after another, and during battle his body seemed to digest them even faster.

In his mind, his spirit kept condensing, steadily moving toward the Divine Ability Secret Realm.

Yet he was still a considerable distance from that realm.

And so he cut his way forward, harvesting as he went, pressing deeper and deeper into the Underground World.

His cultivation base and his spirit were tempered through constant real combat, and with Fang Qingxue—a great expert at the 4th Stage of Divine Abilities of the Yin-Yang Realm—guiding him, his progress was tremendous.

For an ordinary disciple, receiving instruction from an Elder of the Divine Ability Secret Realm was no easy matter, because those Elders also had to cultivate, search for medicinal ingredients, refine elixirs, and elevate their realms—they were swamped with work, and might only lecture once or twice a month.

To get more of their time, a disciple had to offer contribution points—only then would the Elder teach.

But now, Fang Qingxue—an existence who had stepped into the 4th Stage of Divine Abilities of the Yin-Yang Realm—was personally guiding Fang Yu. Even a few casual words from her made his path of cultivating the physical body and cultivating the spirit far clearer.

As he slaughtered and cultivated along the way, Fang Yu suddenly heard a tremendous roar. In the darkness ahead, a long line of torches appeared, snaking toward him like a fire dragon.

Fang Yu could see clearly—they were underground demons, each holding a torch in one hand and a steel fork in the other: an entire squad of yaksha.

Yaksha were on par with humans at the Divine Valor Realm, so a squad of yaksha meant a squad of cultivators at that realm. Clearly, this place was drawing closer and closer to the so-called Demon God Altar.

Fang Yu still struck out, one sword per foe—at the 8th Stage of Divine Valor, they posed him no difficulty at all.

After slaying these yaksha and pressing on, countless lights began to flicker ahead. A colossal altar rose upon the earth dozens of leagues away, its surface bathed in the crimson glow of the blood moon.

Before him lay an underground plain.

Upon the plain stood yaksha by the thousand, arrayed in formation like an army, while flying yaksha wheeled through the sky above.