Chapter 1054

"Great Xuanhuang Technique!"

As the Emperor's Brush moved its body, it unleashed one great Dao after another, especially the Great Xuanhuang Technique—one of the Three Thousand Great Daos—whose terrifying power in the Emperor's Brush's hands severed dozens of Tianfei Wumo's hairs outright, each strand of Xuanhuang qi slicing through the air.

Know that each of Tianfei Wumo's hairs contained a tiny world, its strength unyielding and formidable—even a high-grade Dao artifact might not destroy it—but now dozens had snapped, revealing the full might of the Great Xuanhuang Technique.

"The Three Thousand Great Daos—the Great Xuanhuang Technique—I've never heard of this one before, but it seems this Dao technique could rank among the top thirty within the Three Thousand."

Fang Yu watched as the Emperor's Brush unleashed this supreme Dao technique; its power was indeed immense—the boundless Xuanhuang force left behind a trail of annihilation wherever it passed, even staining the void with a hue of Xuanhuang-blood weeping.

I wonder if this Great Xuanhuang Technique was forged from the primordial force of the Xuanhuang Great World.

Among the myriad heavens, there is the Great Shen Shen Technique; to cultivate it successfully, one must obtain a great world and seal the Xu Yuan Qi of the Shen Shen Great World—indeed, the Great Shen Shen Technique is the life Dao of the Three Thousand Great Worlds' Shen Shen Great World.

By this logic, the Xuanhuang Great World should also possess a similar Dao technique—could this Great Xuanhuang Technique be it?

"Anu Jia Luo Hantian Divine Spell!"

At that moment, Tianfei Wumo's voice echoed through the void, each character radiating furious rage; her hands formed a seal like a blooming flower, and from it blossomed countless Mandarava flowers, each containing a purple-gold ancient god seated in meditation.

These ancient golden divine clans chanted terrifying incantations.

Countless incantations erupted, instantly halting the Emperor's Brush's assault; then Tianfei Wumo's body stirred, and the infernal flames beneath the earth began to violently tremble.

"Emperor's Brush, do you truly believe you can seal me? How foolish. The gods govern all existence, the gods rule all things, what the gods declare is truth, what the gods say exists shall be eternal!"

Each voice pierced metal and shattered stone, tore apart oceans, and pulverized continents.

From within Tianfei Wumo's body emerged a vast world—tens of thousands of miles wide—spreading wildly, filled with countless divine clans, each radiating dominion, their hands forming strange seals that compelled all who beheld them to kneel.

Tianfei Wumo, this ancient being, revealed her supreme divine might—this terrifying power seemed far greater than the Supreme Master Tai Huntian Fang Yu had once witnessed in the Taiyi Sect; the gods created all, the gods ruled all, none could resist the gods.

But at the very moment she activated divine creation, the Emperor's Brush swept its brush and inscribed a magnificent text—its strokes vigorous, ancient, and mysterious, like countless tiny tadpoles swimming within the elegant script; the aura of humanity radiated from every character, forming a chapter of Rendao cultivation, imbued with the spiritual essence of ancient Rendao teachings and billions of ancient ancestors.

Righteousness, order, benevolence, morality.

This magnificent text descended instantly, merging into Tianfei Wumo's realm, causing severe damage—within her tens-of-thousands-of-miles-wide world, volcanoes erupted, earthquakes shattered the land, thunder raged, and hurricanes howled, as if the world had reached its final age.

The cold dominion of the divine Dao clashed against the great righteousness, order, benevolence, and morality of the human Dao—this was the destruction of the divine realm!

Countless marvels unfolded before Fang Yu and Fang Han, leaving them awestruck, eyes locked, unable to look away, eager to comprehend and learn; but Pure Fox, the little demon girl, saw nothing—she felt only overwhelming danger, as if even the faintest ripple of their clash would annihilate her utterly.

Terrifying. Too terrifying.

"Today, I'll let you off."

As she witnessed her realm being violently ravaged by the human chapter, Tianfei Wumo's voice suddenly became eerily calm.

Her realm rapidly condensed, shrinking in an instant to the size of a pebble, then leapt away—vanished without a trace.

Tianfei Wumo had disappeared.

"Pity—her technique is too vast. If she wishes to flee, even I cannot hold her."

The Emperor's Brush stared at the spot where Tianfei Wumo vanished, making no move to pursue.

"Master Emperor's Brush, even you cannot subdue her?"

Fang Han asked curiously.

"Tianfei Wumo is not easily dealt with. She has nine incarnations, each extraordinarily powerful, mastering many of the Three Thousand Great Daos. In ancient times, she survived a single finger-strike from Hongmeng Daoist—now reborn, though weakened, I too suffered calamity in ancient times, my strength reduced to less than one in a hundred million—I cannot retain her."

The Emperor's Brush glanced at Fang Han and shook his head.

"We will surely clash again in the future."

Fang Yu spoke, and with a sweep of his hand, he seized each of Tianfei Wumo's fallen hairs, gathering them in his palm—these were the hairs she had lost in battle, stripped of all spirit, yet still brimming with immense power, excellent material for forging Dao artifacts.

Each hair was exquisitely fine, gleaming, utterly transparent, containing terrifying power within—Fang Yu could sense in them immense spatial force, temporal force, and an even higher force: world force!

When his divine sense penetrated, he discovered vast space within—larger even than the space within the Eight-Story Pagoda—and this space was not empty: mountains, rivers, flowers, grass—its own independent world, a paradise.

"A single hair… contains such profundity?"

On the other side, Fang Han also seized one of Tianfei Wumo's hairs and saw within it a world—within that world, even glowing orbs, like suns, moons, and stars, revolving endlessly.

To cultivate suns, moons, and stars within a single hair—this was the terrifying realm of Tianfei Wumo!

"Heavens—what realm is Tianfei Wumo in? Is this even her power after rebirth? Her cultivation base far surpasses Feng Feng Baiyu of the Yuhua Sect, likely rivaling Exalted Linglong, even exceeding Huang Quan Emperor—after all, she survived Hongmeng Daoist's finger strike, something Huang Quan Emperor could never do."

Yan emerged from the Huang Quan Map, circling Tianfei Wumo's hair, examining it—each glance deepened his shock, his expression solemn.

"This single hair could be forged into a high-grade Dao artifact—even among high-grade Dao artifacts, it would be exceptional. When will I ever reach the point where I can pluck a hair and have others use it to forge a high-grade Dao artifact?"

Fang Han sighed, once again sending his divine sense into the hair, exploring the secrets of this miniature world.

Suddenly, he saw within the soil of the hair-world countless divine clans—all divine cultivators, some reaching the Divine Lord realm, others even the Divine King realm.

Clearly, these divine warriors were parasitic beings living within the hair, endlessly praying to amplify Tianfei Wumo's power.

"These divine corpses are perfect for boosting my Divine Skill Fruits—excellent, excellent."

From Fang Han's third eye, branches sprouted—branches of the World Tree—wherever they passed, each divine corpse was absorbed, transforming into fruits upon the World Tree.

One by one, ordinary Divine Skill Fruits grew upon its branches.

The Divine King corpses, however, transformed into True Divine Seeds—highly alluring.

"The seedling of the World Tree? It has appeared again? This little fellow… he carries the fate of the Xuanhuang Great World?"

The Emperor's Brush had paid no mind to Fang Yu and Fang Han collecting Tianfei Wumo's hairs—but when he saw Fang Han transform divine corpses into Divine Skill Fruits, his expression changed, as if witnessing something that stunned even him.

The World Tree had appeared again.

The World Tree had sprouted!

This was unimaginable.

In ancient times, the Xuanhuang Great World earned its title as the number-one among the Thousand Great Worlds, even challenging the Immortal Realm without fear of the Divine Realm, precisely because it possessed the World Tree—a Creation Artifact. With this World Tree, the Xuanhuang Great World drew boundless Xu Yuan Qi from the void, all dimensions, and myriad heavens; thus, in ancient times, pure yang qi and primordial qi filled the land, and ordinary mortals walked the earth as Longevity Secret Realm cultivators.

In that era, the Divine Realm dared not invade the Xuanhuang Great World—for the World Tree could absorb divine essence; divine emperors and divine lords were turned into Longevity Fruits, divine sovereigns were absorbed into Immortal Fruits. The divine clans didn't dare invade the Xuanhuang Great World—rather, the Xuanhuang Great World not invading theirs was already a mercy.

But later, the Primordial Ancestor King struck, severing the World Tree with the Axe of Nature; since then, the Xuanhuang Great World began its decline. Most of the World Tree was taken by the Primordial Ancestor King to the Divine Realm, and the entire World Tree seemed forever incapable of regaining vitality.

Yet today, the World Tree appeared again—and as a seedling!

The Emperor's Brush's gaze settled on Fang Yu and Fang Han. "Could these two little ones truly be the future fate of the Xuanhuang Great World?"

The Emperor's Brush's expression shifted—he felt he might as well watch these two little ones.

"Senior Renhuang Brush has not emerged for ages. Why not visit my Yuhua Sect first and see what this era looks like?"

At this moment, Fang Yu's gaze shifted slightly as he spoke to Renhuang Brush.

"Lead the way. This era is indeed different from the ancient times. When the Human Sovereign was on the throne, he unified heaven and earth, and the countless subjects were not allowed to form factions."

Renhuang Brush stood in the void and spoke.

Fang Yu nodded, and as he stepped forward, a spatial-time passage instantly opened from the Underground World straight to Yuhua Sect.

A few people stepped through and arrived at Yuhua Sect's territory, atop Feather Peak.

Nowadays, atop Feather Peak, Pure Yang Xu Yuan Qi filled the air everywhere, and cultivators were everywhere. Nearly all of Yuhua Sect's true disciples were concentrated on Feather Peak, while inner disciples and outer disciples of Yuhua Sect were racking their brains trying to enter Feather Peak.

Everyone knew that once they entered Feather Peak, they could receive rewards from Senior Brother Fang Yu, Fang Yu Xianzun. Even a few casually bestowed Nascent Soul Pills would be an enormous benefit for disciples in the Physical Body Secret Realm.

In this era, some sects among the Xiandaoshi Sect still had inner disciples consuming Human Grade Mid-Tier elixirs, but once they entered Feather Peak, even Human Grade Top-Tier elixirs were possible to obtain.

If lucky enough to encounter Senior Brother Fang Yu's breakthrough, even an instant breakthrough to the Divine Ability Secret Realm was possible.

"Senior Renhuang Brush, this is my Feather Peak."

After inviting Renhuang Brush to Feather Peak, Fang Yu directly flung out his hand, and the mid-grade Dao artifact Eight Divisions Pagoda flew atop Feather Peak. In an instant, countless Eight Divisions True Dragon Qi surged out, filling every corner of Feather Peak with Eight Divisions True Dragon Qi.

"Fang Yu, your fortune is indeed thick—you've even refined the Eight Divisions Pagoda to the level of a mid-grade Dao artifact. But this treasure becomes harder and harder to refine the further you go. In past eras, others have tried to refine this treasure, but all failed."

Renhuang Brush's gaze lingered on the magic treasure Eight Divisions Pagoda for a few moments, offering a few comments. Then his gaze swept over the disciples atop Feather Peak, looking at those whose cultivation base was all at the Divine Ability Secret Realm, and he sighed.

"In the ancient times, even children's cultivation base could reach the Wan Shou realm, and ordinary adults were cultivators with undying bodies. The Divine Ability Secret Realm—these cultivators' comprehension of Dao techniques is far too shallow. Since I'm free anyway, this old man will teach them a thing or two, so that when the Divine Race arrives, they won't die one after another."

Renhuang Brush's gaze swept over the many disciples atop Feather Peak.

"Then many thanks to Senior Renhuang Brush. For these disciples to receive Senior Renhuang Brush's instruction is truly the fortune of three lifetimes, the blessing of hundreds of millions of years of cultivation."

Hearing these words, Fang Yu produced a Chaos Tower in his hand, directly sending West Jialan, Long Xuan, Princess Hongyi, Pure Fox Little Enchantress, and some reliable disciples of the Jialan Society into the Chaos Tower. He then ignited Pure Yang elixirs once more, distorting time, and began to cultivate.

His Pure Yang elixirs were being consumed at a terrifying rate now—he had given Renhuang Brush one hundred billion, and one trillion four hundred billion remained. This time he directly burned six billion Pure Yang Pills, transforming the outside world's time into sixty years within the Chaos Tower.

Fang Yu also intended to take advantage of Renhuang Brush, this Dao-cultivation Grandmaster being here, to ask many questions.

He silently circulated his own Great Dao. The Great Daos he now cultivated numbered over thirty kinds. At the previous location of the Wuwangtian Sect, Fang Yu had obtained seven Great Dao Divine Abilities: the Three Thousand Great Dao Great Return Delusion Art, Great Delusion Art, Great Breaking Delusion Art, Great Non-Delusion Art, Great Extreme Delusion Art, Great True Delusion Art, and Great Cave Delusion Art. And in the years past, through various fortuitous encounters he had obtained over twenty more Great Dao Divine Abilities.

Apart from these Great Dao Divine Abilities, Fang Yu also cultivated a "Primordial Heavenly Dao" that contended against the Three Thousand Great Daos, comprehending one of its transformations—the Mirror of the Heart. There were even more profound transformations that Fang Yu had yet to comprehend.

Now that he had met Renhuang Brush, this master of Dao techniques, Fang Yu naturally intended to ask for proper guidance.

Time continuously flowed within the Chaos Tower.

Ten-odd years passed.

Twenty-odd years passed.

Fifty-odd years passed.

A full Jiazi of time passed!

Within the entire Chaos Tower, every cultivator's cultivation base was advancing by leaps and bounds. Take West Jialan, for instance—in these sixty years she actually broke through her shackles, cultivating to the Longevity Secret Realm, becoming an Eternal Giant, ascending in a single step, and now possessing the qualifications to become Fuzhang Sect.