Chapter 1053

Before Fang Yu, that small crystal pen seemed to awaken from a slumber; from within its body surged a vast, overwhelming aura, along with a sky-filling wave of divine sense.

In the eyes of Fang Yu and Fang Han, that small crystal pen seemed to grow ever larger, as if at any moment it could erupt with fierce offensive power; with the slightest movement of its tip, it could slice open any void.

"Yes, Senior Renhuang Pen, the Divine Race has emerged once more, and has even infiltrated various places in the Xuanhuang Great World. When I once roamed the lands beyond the seas, I slew a Divine King and a Divine Emperor of the Divine Race, and learned some of their plans. This time I obtained the message-talisman left behind by you, Senior Renhuang Pen, and so I wished to come here and ask you, Senior Renhuang Pen, to act."

Fang Yu spoke at length, and with a sweep of his great hand, he manifested the forms of several members of the Divine Race—the various Divine Kings and Divine Emperors he had once slain.

"It truly is the Divine Race. Let me calculate—the great tribulation should have arrived as well. The Divine Race has finished its rest and recuperation, and it is time for them to come attack the Xuanhuang Great World."

Hearing Fang Yu's voice, the spirit of the Renhuang Pen seemed to calculate for a moment, and emitted a humming sound. "Fang Yu, your name is Fang Yu, a person of the Yuhua Sect? In the ancient age, the Renhuang ruled over all under heaven; the world belonged to everyone in the world—there were no sects, no factions. The world was for all, and the Great Dao was in the world. But too, too much time has passed, and everything is different now."

The Renhuang Pen pondered the concept of Fang Yu of the Yuhua Sect, seemed to think for a moment, then turned its gaze back to Fang Yu: "Since you knew I was here, why didn't you bring the people of your sect to suppress me and take the magic treasure?"

"Senior must be joking. Everyone knows that you, Senior Renhuang Pen, cannot be subdued. The Zhang Sect Supreme of our Yuhua Sect obtained the ancient Heavenly Emperor's magic treasure, the Heavenly Emperor Mirror, and thus learned of some matters from the ancient age. Among the three ancient emperors' magic treasures, the Heavenly Emperor Mirror holds the most mysteries, the Earth Emperor's Book contains boundlessness, and you, Senior Renhuang Pen, are the sharpest of all. I have heard the Renhuang once say that the sharpest thing under heaven is not the blade or the sword, but the tip of a pen. Who could withstand the tip of your pen, Senior? Naturally, I harbor no thoughts of subduing you, Senior Renhuang Pen."

Fang Yu spoke, recounting the matter of the three ancient emperors; especially he emphasized that the Heavenly Emperor Mirror was already in Feng Feng Baiyu's hands, which seemed to draw them closer.

Sure enough, the expression of the Renhuang Pen changed: "The Heavenly Emperor Mirror is already in the hands of your Yuhua Sect's Zhang Sect Supreme?"

"Precisely so. The spirit of the Heavenly Emperor Mirror was reborn within our Yuhua Sect, and the Heavenly Emperor Mirror itself was obtained by our Yuhua Sect's Zhang Sect. Thus I have heard of you, Senior Renhuang Pen, and I also know that the teacher of the three ancient emperors was the Daoist Hongmeng, who created the Hongmeng Heavenly Dao. Though I am unworthy, I was fortunate enough to learn a move or two."

Fang Yu's voice rang out across the field. As he spoke, a bright mirror rose above his head, hanging high, reflecting all the heavens, displaying countless mysterious transformations—it was precisely the Mirror of the Mind that Fang Yu had comprehended from the Hongmeng Heavenly Dao.

"The Mirror of the Mind—you actually managed to comprehend this transformation of the Hongmeng Heavenly Dao. Not bad, truly not bad. The mysteries of this Hongmeng Heavenly Dao cannot be comprehended by ordinary people; it seems you too are a person of great immortal fortune."

Seeing that Fang Yu had even comprehended the Mirror of the Mind, the Renhuang Pen's demeanor softened considerably, and a look of elder's appreciation for a junior nephew appeared on its face—clearly it knew that not just anyone was qualified to successfully cultivate the Hongmeng Heavenly Dao.

Back then, Daoist Hongmeng comprehended the Hongmeng Heavenly Dao and passed it down, but among all under heaven, those who could comprehend it seemed to be only the three emperors, and the magic treasures of the three emperors; others simply could not comprehend it.

And even they could not fully comprehend Daoist Hongmeng's supreme ultimate art.

This Hongmeng Heavenly Dao, Daoist Hongmeng's supreme ultimate art, contains three thousand transformations in total; each transformation displays boundless mysteries. For this Fang Yu to have comprehended the Mirror of the Mind already places him among geniuses of geniuses.

"Senior Renhuang Pen, since my Senior Brother Yu embarked on cultivation, he has only cultivated for three or four years, yet he has already cultivated to the fourth level of Longevity, the Realm of Cosmic Light. In today's Xuanhuang Great World, he is unquestionably the number one genius under heaven."

Fang Han spoke up at this moment.

"Oh, reached the fourth level of Longevity in only three or four years of cultivation? Such progress in cultivation base would be outstanding even in the ancient age. Not bad, not bad—it seems you, Fang Yu, are the favored child of heaven of this age."

Listening to Fang Han's words, the Renhuang Pen's expression shifted, and the look of admiration on its face grew even stronger.

In the ancient age, cultivating to the fourth level of Longevity in only three or four years was also an absolute genius.

Of course, in the ancient age, the most ordinary of mortals were all cultivators of the Longevity Secret Realm. At that time, the Xuanhuang Great World had the World Tree, all kinds of Xu Yuan Qi were inexhaustible, and the world's Xu Yuan Qi was unimaginably dense. The mortals walking the world were all of the Wan Shou realm, experts with immortal bodies. To comprehend the Laws of Space and the Laws of Time by the age of three and reach the Realm of Cosmic Light was indeed quite remarkable!

In the ancient age, for an ordinary person to comprehend the Laws of Space and the Laws of Time would also take a hundred or even a thousand years. However, if the Divine Race invaded, one might absorb a Longevity Fruit and break through in an instant.

But in the present age, the World Tree no longer exists, and the Xuanhuang Great World is terribly barren. To cultivate to the fourth level of Longevity, the Realm of Cosmic Light, in three or four years is absolutely extraordinary talent.

"You wish to recruit me?"

A single glance from the Renhuang Pen saw through the thoughts of Fang Yu and Fang Han completely. "That is not impossible. To restore my strength, I need a vast amount of pure Yang Xu Yuan Qi. If you can provide enough elixirs, I can also guarantee your safety and guide your cultivation base."

"How many elixirs does Senior require?"

Fang Yu's expression shifted.

"One hundred million Pure Yang Pills per day. Every day I perform Daoist arts and cultivate, I need at least one hundred million Pure Yang Pills to restore my strength."

The Renhuang Pen's gaze turned to Fang Yu.

"Very well, then one hundred million per day. Here are ten billion Pure Yang Pills—let me provide Senior with one hundred days' worth of cultivation needs first."

Fang Yu and Fang Han exchanged a glance. Fang Yu directly swept out his great hand, grabbed out ten billion Pure Yang Pills, and delivered them before the Renhuang Pen.

Over all these years he had toiled and struggled, working hard, and accumulated a total of one hundred and fifty billion Pure Yang Pills. Now, taking out ten billion Pure Yang Pills all at once was equivalent to directly taking out one-fifteenth of his wealth—it was extremely painful, terribly painful!

But it was worth it.

Because Fang Yu knew that soon, in the Wuji Great World, a great event would occur. If he had the Renhuang Pen escorting and protecting him, the ten billion Pure Yang Pills sent out now could certainly be recovered at that time.

Ten billion Pure Yang Pills—just consider it an upfront investment.

"Hahahaha, truly straightforward enough. Where did you, lad, get so many Pure Yang elixirs?"

Seeing that Fang Yu had truly handed over ten billion Pure Yang Pills in one go, the Renhuang Pen laughed heartily. Those ten billion Pure Yang Pills were directly drawn into its pen-body, and instantly its entire form displayed an even more terrifying aura.

"I won't take your Pure Yang Pills for nothing either. If in the future you have anything you don't understand regarding Daoist methods, you may ask me. And now I must properly deal with Tianfei Wumo!"

Having obtained ten billion Pure Yang Pills in one go, the Renhuang Pen struck out with countless strokes toward an existence deep in the nether reaches of the earth. Its pen-tip trembled again and again, strokes like iron hooks and silver script; each and every stroke contained the supreme ultimate principles of the boundless Great Dao, transformations of space, and even involved the passage of time.

In the void, stroke upon stroke condensed into talisman upon talisman. These talismans glittered and shone like stars in the heavens; as they flickered, they actually transformed into Daoist after Daoist, each one ancient beyond measure, in tall crowns and strange robes. With each stride, they opened the gateways to certain mysterious spaces.

Within the universe, there are boundless mysterious worlds—such as the Immortal Realm, the Dragon Realm, the Buddha Realm, the Void God Realm, and so on. Some supreme divine abilities and Great Dao mysteries communicate with these worlds through one's own divine sense, drawing power from within to transform into world-shaking means of slaying enemies.

Now the Renhuang Pen wrote out talisman after talisman, transforming them into Daoist after Daoist; each Daoist opened a mysterious world, drawing from within hundreds and thousands of different auras, as if to recreate heaven and earth.

"Boundless Heavens, Great Majesty and Virtue, Three Hundred Great Daos, Void Execution!"

Daoist after Daoist uttered peerless sounds, evolving all manner of Great Dao divine abilities, converging into a flood of Great Dao divine power, slashing toward an existence deep in the nether reaches of the earth.

Boom!

One Daoist transformed into a talisman woven from tens of millions of black threads—clearly the Great Severing Art among the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Boom.

One Daoist, with a casual movement, caused the surrounding void to begin collapsing and annihilating—actually evolving into the Great Annihilation Art of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Hai!

One Daoist sat down cross-legged, and a black hole formed upon its body, from within emanated all manner of devouring force, as if capable of swallowing the entire cosmic void—clearly the Great Devouring Art of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Om!

Yet another Daoist arched its body and shot forth, transforming into thousands of long rainbows, interwoven into a seal—clearly the "Great Sealing Art" of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Yet another Daoist, with a single movement, caused the Heavens and Worlds to seem to march forth for it—this was the Great Decree Art of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

One after another, majestic Great Dao Laws manifested; each Great Dao Law was a supreme Great Dao that had flowed and circulated since time immemorial!

Three Hundred Great Daos!

Among them were some Fang Yu had cultivated, some Fang Yu knew of, and many that Fang Yu could not even name.

Although those Great Daos ranked at the top—such as the "Great Samsara Art," "Great Wish Art," "Great Yin-Yang Art," "Great Calamity Art," "Great Five Elements Art," and so on—were not among them, the convergence of three hundred Great Dao Laws into a single force could indeed overturn heaven and earth, displaying the supreme heavenly might of this Heavenly Dao Divine Pen, this supreme divine pen of the Renhuang Pen.

The Renhuang Pen's Great Severing Art, Great Annihilation Art, Great Devouring Art, Great Sealing Art, and other Great Daos—each Great Dao divine ability displayed terrifyingly immense power, countless times more fearsome than the Great Dao divine abilities Fang Yu could currently perform!

Buzz buzz buzz…

Three hundred Great Daos converged into a torrent of Great Dao laws, completely shrouding the existence sealed beneath the earth.

"Human Emperor Brush, you shall die!"

From deeper beneath the earth, an enraged voice transmitted upward.

"That is…"

Both Fang Yu and Fang Han's gazes instantly shot toward the deeper depths beneath the earth.

In the deeper depths beneath the earth, everywhere was sheets of magma fire seas, a purgatorial land. Within the fire seas and magma, everywhere were clumps of spacetime storms, torn open by extremely intense flame power.

To reach this place required an existence above the Life-Third Cave Heaven realm; any existence below Life-Third who wished to reach there would very possibly die an unnatural death.

Endless purgatorial fire seas, spacetime storms, mixed with origin-magnetic bursts, and numerous spatial fault lines constructed an environment that was complex, ever-changing, and incomparably harsh.

But in a corner of this purgatorial fire sea, numerous enormous fire dragons condensed from magma formed a profound and mysterious grand formation, spanning a full tens of thousands of li in radius.

In the center of this fire-dragon grand formation, a person was bound by iron chains.

That's right, a person.

This person had disheveled hair; the long hair was a silver-white color, each strand three thousand zhang long, like a waterfall.

Truly, white hair three thousand zhang long, as if sorrow itself were that long.

The master of these three-thousand-zhang white hairs had originally been quietly cultivating some technique, but suddenly the aura of three hundred Great Daos descended, each Great Dao brimming with rich pure Yang Qi, pressing down with crushing force.

Instantly the master of the three-thousand-zhang white hairs let out a furious roar; the three-thousand-zhang white hairs whipped about wildly, each strand like a white divine dragon, and as they swayed, countless spells and countless divine abilities burst forth from within, slamming violently against the three hundred and three thousand Great Daos.

Countless Great Daos erupted in fierce conflict in the depths beneath the earth; if not for the barrier of the formation, the void for hundreds of millions of li around would likely have been utterly destroyed in an instant, and even the lands of the Qunxing Sect would likely have been affected.

"Seal Demon Ridge, Seal Demon Ridge, this truly is a place for sealing demons!"

On the face of the Pure Fox little enchantress appeared an expression of utter shock; in fact, after the Human Emperor Brush appeared before her, she had been completely stupefied, and when she saw Fang Yu suddenly take out ten billion Pure Yang Pills, she thought she was dreaming.

And now, watching the Human Emperor Brush actually battling a powerful existence, those violent magic power fluctuations seemed capable of obliterating her billions of times with the slightest touch.

The Human Emperor Brush was too terrifying, and the demon sealed beneath was also too terrifying!

"Heavenly Consort Wumo."

Fang Yu's gaze focused on that existence in the Underground World—three thousand zhang of white hair, each strand harder than an upper-grade Dao artifact, the three-thousand-zhang white hairs slicing and weaving, slamming violently against the Human Emperor Brush's rune Great Dao.

Violent explosions rang out everywhere in the void, as two colossal titans clashed fiercely here, though at present the Human Emperor Brush seemed to have the upper hand.

The tip of the Human Emperor Brush was the sharpest attack under heaven; under the slicing of these rune-tipped strokes, Heavenly Consort Wumo's white hairs were all suppressed.

In Fang Yu's gaze, three thousand Great Daos and the Great Command Art flowed down, everywhere the urgent command "as by decree of law," that enormous command character pressing down upon Heavenly Consort Wumo in a crushing strike—in an instant, one strand of Heavenly Consort Wumo's hair was sheared off.

Then another Great Dao appeared, carrying the flavor of wind, cloud, dragon, and tiger—a Great Dao Fang Yu had never seen, never heard of—but beneath the Human Emperor Brush's tip, the dragon-tiger force crushed savagely, shearing off another strand of Heavenly Consort Wumo's hair.

Yet another Great Dao actually revealed the power of Mysterious Yellow; Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow, even gods weep blood—once this Great Dao was driven by the Human Emperor Brush, it instantly sheared off dozens of strands of Heavenly Consort Wumo's hair.

"Great Mysterious Yellow Art!"