Chapter 1090

"Yuan Wuzui is an unparalleled expert of the fourth level of Immortal Life, the Realm of Cosmic Time—such an expert, even if he came to our fox clan, would be a renowned figure, capable of seizing great power within our tribe; he couldn't possibly be so easily crushed by Fang Yu!"

"Heavens, what's going on? Yuan Wuzui truly isn't Fang Yu's match? He arrived and was instantly crushed by Fang Yu? How is this possible? Isn't Fang Yu's cultivation base only at the fourth level of Immortal Life, the Cave Heaven Realm?"

"Even if Fang Yu's cultivation base has reached the fourth level of Immortal Life, the Realm of Cosmic Time, he's merely just stepped into it. I've heard Fang Yu only entered the Immortal Cultivation World three years ago; even if he mastered the Time Dao and reached the Realm of Cosmic Time, he still couldn't possibly be Yuan Wuzui's opponent—Yuan Wuzui attained the Realm of Cosmic Time over twenty thousand years ago!"

The seven princesses of the fox clan all wore expressions of utter disbelief, unable to fathom how Fang Yu's cultivation had advanced so rapidly, unable to imagine he could instantly kill Yuan Wuzui. According to the rules of the Cultivation World, Yuan Wuzui shouldn't have been so easily slain—he had cultivated for over twenty thousand years within the fourth level of Immortal Life, the Realm of Cosmic Time; how could Fang Yu possibly have killed him?

But they looked again and again, still seeing no sign of Yuan Wuzui emerging—suddenly they knew Yuan Wuzui was finished, utterly finished.

"Daughters, if this Fang Yu could become your husband, it might bring tremendous benefits to our fox clan."

At that moment, the void trembled suddenly, and a stunningly beautiful woman appeared—she was exquisitely alluring, yet carried an aura of nobility; her gaze was ethereal, with a touch of Zen within its emptiness; she wore a pink robe embroidered with a tiny white fox, fluffy and irresistibly adorable.

"Mother!"

Whether the eldest princess, the seventh princess, or any of the others, all showed expressions of deep respect upon seeing the woman in the pink robe.

"Mother, you've returned! I was wondering…"

The seventh princess opened her mouth as if to ask something, but the woman in pink spoke first: "The Wuji Star Palace suffered a great defeat this time. Though the benefits we gained weren't enormous, they've granted us ten thousand years of breathing room—our future will be easier. Of course, what comes next remains uncertain. But there is one matter you should carefully strategize."

"Mother, is this about Fang Yu?"

The seventh princess asked curiously.

"Yes, it's about Fang Yu. You may not perceive his realm, but I can see clearly—his cultivation base has reached the fourth level of Immortal Life, the Realm of Cosmic Time. Moreover, he cultivates the Panwu Great Strength Divine Art, making him far more powerful than others of the same realm. Yuan Wuzui thought he could handle Fang Yu, but instead, Fang Yu instantly killed him. Now Yuan Wuzui has merely become a stepping stone for Fang Yu, bringing him one step away from the fifth level of Immortal Life, the Realm of Creation."

The woman in pink, the Great Sage Mietian, sighed, her gaze fixed on the eldest princess. "Elder, you wanted to use Fang Yu to eliminate Yuan Qiu—but you never imagined he would use Yuan Qiu to directly devour a fourth-level Immortal Life expert, Yuan Wuzui. Now the Zumashen Sect has grown distant from us. Don't ever think of scheming against Fang Yu again—he's beyond your manipulation. Such an unparalleled genius must be treated with sincerity."

"Yes, Mother. I realize my mistake."

The eldest princess's face turned pale, a wave of intense regret rising within her—she had never imagined her single move would lead to such a result. She understood she was still alive only because of her mother, the Great Sage Mietian; otherwise, she would be dead.

"Mother, Fang Yu has only been in the Cultivation World for three or four years—how could he have reached the fourth level of Immortal Life, the Realm of Cosmic Time? How did he cultivate so fast? I consider myself an unparalleled genius, yet after a thousand years of cultivation, I've only reached the Immortal Body Realm."

The seventh princess couldn't help asking.

"I can't understand it either. Perhaps it's fate, perhaps it's his fortune—no one can see clearly. In the entire history of the Xuan Huang Great World, there has never been such an unparalleled genius. Even the Exalted Linglong, the number one figure in the Xuan Huang Great World today, began her cultivation slowly—each realm breakthrough took her over a hundred years. Even Feng Feng Baiyu, the Zhang Sect of Yuhua Sect, took over a thousand years to break through one realm. But this Fang Yu, in just three or four years, advanced from the Physical Body Secret Realm to the fourth level of Immortal Life, the Realm of Cosmic Time. Perhaps the great calamity of the Divine Clan is approaching, giving rise to such an anomaly."

The Great Sage Mietian's face was filled with awe. "His fortune is too strong, his cultivation speed too fast—his future is limitless. I even have a feeling that if he continues growing like this, he won't take long to become a Creator of the fifth level of Immortal Life, the Realm of Creation, or even reach the seventh or eighth level, surpassing me. If such an unparalleled genius can become part of our fox clan now, we will one day produce a Great Sage and rise utterly."

"But Mother, how can we possibly win his heart? I've heard that in the Xuan Huang Great World, he has a very close relationship with a woman named Fang Qingxue. My own cultivation base is only at the second level of Immortal Life, the Immortal Body Realm—I'm far too distant from Fang Yu Young Master."

The seventh princess frowned.

"Love is unpredictable. Long ago, Feng Feng Baiyu, a mere minor cultivator of the Zhang Sect of the Yuhua Sect with an Immortal Body, was loved by the Holy Maiden of the Wuji Star Palace, who had reached the ninth level of Immortal Life, the Void Immortal Realm. One was a celestial, the other a mortal—different tiers of life—and yet they loved each other. Perhaps this is the power of love. Ah Qi, perhaps you should try. The power of the heart surpasses all."

The Great Sage Mietian sighed softly.

"Yes…"

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Deep within Mount Qingqiu, the Great Sage Mietian spoke with her daughters about Fang Yu, but Fang Yu's thoughts were not on these fox clan beauties. Having just crushed Yuan Wuzui, a fellow fourth-level Immortal Life expert from the Zumashen Sect, his realm had advanced further—he had gone deeper into the Realm of Cosmic Time and now prepared to leave Mount Qingqiu.

"Friend, are you leaving?"

Sensing Fang Yu's imminent departure, the seventh princess stepped out from the depths of Mount Qingqiu, gazing at him with a gentle voice.

"It's time to go. Thank you, Seventh Princess, and thank you, Mount Qingqiu, for your hospitality. I have other matters—I'll take my leave now."

Fang Yu smiled, and as he stepped forward, the surrounding void rippled—next moment, both Fang Yu and Fang Han vanished.

"Mother, Fang Yu has left."

Seeing the two vanish instantly, the seventh princess shook her head.

"Ah Qi, cultivate diligently. Before you claim the treasures of the Wu Zhiku, I will nurture you well—if you can master the Space Dao and break through to the third level of Immortal Life, the Cave Heaven Realm, your future possibilities may be greater."

The voice of the Great Sage Mietian echoed.

The Great Sage's gaze fixed on the void, as if tracking Fang Yu's path through space and time—but as she watched, her sight lost him entirely.

"The Three Thousand Great Dao, Great Teleportation Art? So many Great Dao."

This Great Sage, who had forged her own world, did not move against Fang Yu or Fang Han. She felt these two unparalleled geniuses of the Xuan Huang Great World possessed extraordinary fortunes and countless hidden cards—attacking them would plunge the entire fox clan into irreversible ruin. Only an alliance through marriage might strengthen our clan.

But this was not something that could be rushed.

"Senior Brother Yu, have we returned to the Wuji Great World?"

At this moment, Fang Han looked around and realized they were no longer in the Xuan Huang Great World, but had returned to the Wuji Great World—he was curious.

"Yes, Brother Fang Han, we've returned to the Wuji Great World. This time, after studying the 'Qingqiu Record' from Mount Qingqiu and comparing it with the 'Worlds of Wuji Star Palace,' I've gained a new idea—I want to travel through the Wuji Great World."

Fang Yu spoke, his spiritual sense nearly covering the void for billions of miles around—the many alternate dimensions and parallel planes of the Wuji Great World lay within his spiritual perception.

"Brother Fang Han, the Wuji Great World, like our Xuan Huang Great World, is one of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, filled with countless treasures and immortal mansions. Of course, our Xuan Huang Great World likely holds more treasures and immortal mansions, since in ancient times it was the foremost of the Three Thousand Great Worlds. But if we can obtain even some treasures from the Wuji Great World, it will greatly benefit our cultivation."

The two continued walking through the void, soon arriving at a hidden dimensional world. Upon entering, heaven and earth spun—before them stretched terrifying magnetic forces; each thread of magnetic light could pierce through an Immortal Body's flesh—only those who had cultivated Cave Heaven Realms within their bodies might resist them slightly.

Everywhere stretched dense magnetic forces. Beyond them, countless divine thunderbolts filled the void, making this dimension perilous—absolute death for the vast majority of cultivators.

"The 'Qingqiu Record' mentions this place—it's the famed 'Magnetic Void Abyss' of the Wuji Great World, existing for eons. Many have entered seeking fortune, but most perished. Yet some gained miraculous breakthroughs and rose instantly. This time, we may have luck."

Fang Yu spoke, his Cave Heaven swirling with countless Great Dao arts—especially the Great Devouring Art and the Great Magnetic Art, continuously absorbing the magnetic forces here.

As he absorbed more, he felt the power of his Great Magnetic Art growing stronger—each magnetic force transformed into runes, entering his Cave Heaven, infusing it with a new magnetic rhythm.

This Great Dao art was intrinsically tied to the world's primordial forces—the more it was cultivated, the more beneficial it became to the Cave Heaven Realm.

Indeed, each of the Three Thousand Great Dao, once understood and comprehended, greatly benefits one's cultivation and aids in elevating the realm.

Magnetic force—magnetic force—is a fundamental Great Dao of heaven and earth. The deeper one comprehends it, the clearer one's understanding of the entire world becomes.

"This is an ideal place to refine one's Dao arts, but most who come here die—few dare enter deeply. Of ten who enter, nine will perish. The magnetic force here is too dense; every step forward demands immense power, and the consumption of Pure Yang Pills is enormous."

Fang Han also activated his Cave Heaven, absorbing and refining some magnetic force, feeling its benefits to his own realm—but he knew advancing deeper would be extremely difficult.

The dense magnetic force bound both flesh and magic power, crushing a cultivator into stillness, trapping them in place. The magnetic light could effortlessly pierce flesh and erase Dao arts.

Each thread of magnetic light was equivalent to an Immortal Body expert unleashing their entire life force in one final strike—any misstep meant total annihilation.

"Hm? Someone's coming?"

At that moment, Fang Han sensed distant void fluctuations. He looked—Fang Yu hummed, and both instantly entered the Chaos Tower, which shrank into an imperceptible speck, vanishing completely.

The next instant, distant void echoed with long roars—as if celestial dragons bellowed—powerful magic power tore through space, appearing within the magnetic abyss.

There were eight cultivators—seven men and one woman—each towering in stature, with perfect physiques, exceptionally tall, the men exquisitely handsome, the woman even more beautiful than a celestial fairy, radiating an aura of inviolable dignity.

These seven men and one woman also possessed immense power; their magical power fluctuations carried an air of supreme superiority, yet different from the gods—the gods ruled the heavens with lofty dominion, while these eight were born with arrogance, looking down upon all races.

"Senior Yu, are they all Dragon Clan?"

Fang Han's gaze fixed on the seven men and one woman.

"Correct. These individuals all carry a strong aura of the Dragon Realm, the Eight Branches of True Dragon Qi—clearly, they have opened the Dragon Realm. Among the seven men, three have reached the Cave Heaven realm, four are masters of Immortal Bodies, and the woman has advanced even further—her cultivation base has reached the fourth stage of Longevity: Cosmic Light. Her Dragon blood is so dense it could make ten thousand beasts kneel; clearly, she holds an extremely noble status within the Dragon Clan."

Fang Yu's gaze swept over her, and he saw faint dark-gold patterns deep within her skin—the sacred Dragon Emperor bloodline recorded in the Heavenly Dragon Scripture.

"My Lord Songyue Long Huang, what treasure are we seeking in the Magnetic Void Absolute Zone of the Wuji Star Palace? I've heard this treasure is of great importance, but this Magnetic Void Absolute Zone looks terrifying—our abilities may not penetrate far into it."

A young man raised his head and spoke.

"Our mission, undertaken in accordance with our clan's will, is to find the Emperor Brush—famed in ancient Huang Great World, feared across the heavens."

The Songyue Long Huang, who had reached the Cosmic Light realm, gazed silently at the violent magnetic forces ahead. "We didn't know of this news originally, but our spies among the gods learned that Tianfei Wumo, once suppressed by the Emperor Brush, had returned to the god realm—and thus, the Emperor Brush naturally emerged. This ultimate treasure must be secured by our Dragon Clan. The Magnetic Void Absolute Zone is one of the locations predicted by our Elders as where the Emperor Brush may lie."

"But with our cultivation base, if we truly encounter the Emperor Brush, we'd stand no chance against it. The Emperor Brush is an existence from ancient myth—if we meet it, we're certain to die."

Another Dragon Clan expert spoke.

"Our task is to locate it. Once we detect its trail, I will immediately use the Great Roar Technique to transmit the signal to our Clan Chief—our Clan Chief and many Elders will instantly tear through space to arrive here and subdue the Emperor Brush. This weapon from ancient legend is the sharpest artifact in heaven and earth; in ancient times, it was a Immortal Artifact—today, it's likely a Supreme Dao Artifact."

As Songyue Long Huang spoke, a magic treasure appeared in his hand. "This is the Dao Artifact granted to me by the Zhanglao Society—the Ten Thousand Treasures Divine Banner. They spent two thousand years refining it with superior materials to forge this ultimate treasure, which has even generated world-force—it's the pinnacle among upper-grade Dao Artifacts. With this ultimate treasure, we needn't fear danger within the Magnetic Void Absolute Zone. We can also refine the magnetic forces here to enhance our cultivation. Let's go. If we find no trace of the Emperor Brush here, we'll turn to other locations. The Elders have identified over a hundred possible sites—we may even need to visit the Endless Graveyard."

"Yes!"

All seven Dragon Clan experts responded in unison.

Songyue Long Huang casually tossed the Ten Thousand Treasures Divine Banner into the air—it erupted with a thunderous resonance. Amid the magnetic forces, countless beams of light emerged, each radiating immense power, directly repelling the magnetic rays, then shielding the seven men and one woman of the Dragon Clan as they entered the depths of the Magnetic Void Absolute Zone.

"Senior Yu, I never expected the Emperor Brush's emergence would trigger such events. These Dragons are audacious beyond measure—daring to scheme against the Emperor Brush! We must kill every last one of them, for only then can we repay the Emperor Brush's grace in transmitting the Dao to us."

Fang Han growled fiercely.

"Indeed, these Dragons are begging for death. Unless we slay a few of them, my fury won't subside. Fang Han, since you cultivate the Great Dragon Physique Art, you could slay a few Ancient Heavenly Dragons and absorb them into this Dao technique—this would greatly amplify its power."

Yan's voice rang coldly from within the Huang Quan Map, wishing he could instantly burn a hundred billion Pure Yang Pills to obliterate all eight Dragon Clan members.

"Not yet. It seems others are arriving."

Fang Yu shook his head; his spiritual sense flowed through countless alternate dimensions, revealing something else.

Indeed, the next moment, concentric circles appeared at the edge of the Magnetic Void Absolute Zone. From the temporal-spatial tunnels within these circles emerged figure after figure—each one immensely powerful.

They were all gods!

And not just any gods—each was a Divine Emperor, nine in total. Each Divine Emperor's power surpassed those Fang Yu had encountered in past eras, though still slightly weaker than the Gongyang Divine Emperor.

All nine Divine Emperors had reached the third stage of Longevity: Cave Heaven.

"Welcome, My Lord Yanfeng."

The nine Cave Heaven Divine Emperors had barely emerged from the spatial tunnel when they formed a Jiugong formation. Within the formation, another Divine Emperor appeared—a middle-aged one with high, arched eyebrows and a curled upper lip, his body suffused with temporal-spatial power. In his hand he held a treasure tower, radiating light that swept outward, forcing back the magnetic forces for thousands of li.