Chapter 1100: Goodbye, Qingxue! (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Having instantly claimed a Top-Grade Dao Artifact without a spirit core—the Ultimate Dao Sword—Fang Yu and Fang Han continued exploring this void.

Throughout the various void worlds, there were no other Top-Grade Dao Artifacts, nor High-Grade, Mid-Grade, or Low-Grade Dao Artifacts—not even a single Pure Yang Pill.

It seemed that within this portal, the sole main treasure was this Top-Grade Dao Artifact; before its spirit core reincarnated, it had taken away all other treasures within this void.

"Fang Han, junior brother, there appear to be no other treasures here."

Fang Yu's divine sense enveloped the entire void, yet he saw no treasures whatsoever.

"Senior Brother Yu, this journey has already granted us a fine fortune—shall we now travel across the Infinite Great World for further trials?"

Fang Han smiled.

His cultivation base had reached the absolute limit of Longevity Third Realm: Cave Heaven, and his comprehension of spatial laws had surged immensely here; normally, a cultivator would require tens of thousands—even hundreds of thousands—of years of arduous practice to progress from initial understanding of spatial laws to complete mastery, yet the spacetime principles here saved him over ten thousand years of cultivation.

He felt he was now merely one step away from comprehending temporal laws and entering the Cosmic Light Realm.

"I think we shouldn't rush back. Between the Infinite Great World and the Xuan Huang Great World, there remain several deadly zones. From the indications of the Dragon, Buddha, and Divine factions, they've dispatched forces to every deadly zone seeking news of the Renhuang Pen Elder—pure fantasy. Yet these Divine, Dragon, and Fomen experts are our wealth; returning to our sect now won't instantly grant us hundreds of Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts, let alone High-Grade ones."

As Fang Yu spoke, he idly twirled two High-Grade Dao Artifacts: one was a bracelet—the Great Compassion Buddha Pattern Bracelet brought by Baozun Bodhisattva; the other was the Divine Clan's High-Grade Dao Artifact, the Thousand Gods Tower—both were excellent High-Grade Dao Artifacts infused with world-force, and with prolonged refinement, they might ascend to Semi-Top-Grade Dao Artifacts.

In Fang Han's hand was also a High-Grade Dao Artifact: the Ten Thousand Treasures Divine Banner, a relic left behind by the Dragon Clan's Songyue Long Huang, now belonging to Fang Han.

Undeniably, this haul was immense: aside from Fang Yu's own acquisition of a Top-Grade Dao Artifact, he alone had obtained two High-Grade Dao Artifacts infused with world-force, and over a hundred Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts.

Whether Dragon Clan, Divine Clan, or Fomen cultivators, all were extravagantly wealthy; though High-Grade Dao Artifacts were hard to come by, there were still many such treasures as Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts, since reaching Longevity Third Realm made crafting Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts no great challenge.

"Good! Senior Brother, let's keep traveling outside then."

Fang Han nodded.

The two directly left the portal and returned to the Infinite Great World.

"Come, let's go see the Endtime Cemetery."

Fang Yu's expression shifted slightly; countless Dao principles whirled within him, and within his Cave Heaven, the Mirror of the Mind also spun—its light burst forth from his Cave Heaven and struck the void before him, instantly tearing it open to reveal a new world.

"Endtime Cemetery?"

The two stepped forward, entering the world—and saw it was utterly ruined: volcanoes erupted everywhere, the sky choked with thick ash clouds, lava flows hundreds of zhang long spread everywhere, painting a horrific scene of apocalypse.

Some regions spewed volcanoes, others were frozen for thousands of li under endless snow, while others saw hurricanes sweeping across oceans as if to destroy all, and still others were vast swamps blanketed in miasma.

This world was saturated with such harsh environments—either volcanic eruptions, constant earthquakes, ice, hurricanes, or mud pits; the sky was perpetually gloomy and gray, disaster everywhere—as if this ancient world had been cursed by the gods to endure endless calamities until its total annihilation.

As soon as Fang Yu and Fang Han arrived, a storm of blue ice crystals swept toward them—ten thousand li long, like a wind dragon, cold enough to shatter even a Top-Grade treasure's armor instantly.

This ten-thousand-li wind dragon struck Fang Yu's front—and vanished on its own; around Fang Yu, layer upon layer of voids seemed to absorb all calamities.

"The Book of All Worlds says this is the Endtime Cemetery, one of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, but this Great World is extremely ancient, having existed for untold hundreds of billions of years—its lifespan has now reached its end. Still, it's an ideal place to cultivate the Great Calamity Art."

Fang Yu gazed at this Great World—it was no smaller than the Xuan Huang Great World or the Infinite Great World, yet it held no life whatsoever; having endured too long, it had reached its final days, and no ordinary life could survive here—only cultivators might endure, yet even they must tread with extreme caution; even those who reached Wan Shou Realm might not survive here unscathed.

This place suited only exploration, not habitation.

After all, even an Eternal Giant wouldn't want to live in a world without a sun, under a gray sky, where stepping outside meant encountering disasters—earthquakes on the road, tsunamis at the sea, volcanic eruptions after a few days on a mountain, and meteors falling from the sky without even doing anything.

"This is indeed an excellent place to cultivate Dao arts and Divine Abilities. I recall that the father of the Demon Marshal, the Primordial Emperor, supposedly perfected a High-Grade Dao Artifact here—the Endtime Eye."

Fang Han walked through the void, and as he moved, he felt his Great Calamity Art runes quivering eagerly—his cultivation speed had accelerated more than tenfold.

The "Endtime Cemetery" was saturated with calamity-qi everywhere—volcanoes, earthquakes, hurricanes, ice, and countless disasters filled the land; now, with every breath, he absorbed natural calamity-qi, enhancing his cultivation base.

"When I was in the Divine Ability Secret Realm, I barely traveled anywhere; now that I've reached the Longevity Secret Realm, refining various Dao arts and Divine Abilities, traveling to countless worlds has become far easier."

Fang Han's divine sense swept casually across the Endtime Cemetery—he felt utterly comfortable here; the myriad calamity-qi, which might trap experts of the Divine Ability Secret Realm, were perfect for him, granting him fresh insights into the Great Calamity Art.

For Great Dao arts like the Three Thousand Great Dao, though one may learn or partially comprehend them in the Divine Ability Secret Realm, their understanding is endless—the deeper one comprehends, the more profound the Dao's mysteries reveal.

The Three Thousand Great Dao—Great Calamity Art—when refined to its peak, is surely more than just a storm of calamity clouds; perhaps it holds life, perhaps even deeper expressions.

"Fang Han, junior brother, let's go to the Furious Thunder Perdition within the Endtime Cemetery—I have a feeling that if Senior Sister Qingxue were traveling, she might choose that place. We should go see."

The two stepped forward, heading toward one of the Endtime Cemetery's deadly zones.

The Furious Thunder Perdition spanned three hundred million li—any Immortal Body entering would be reduced to ash.

This was recorded by the Infinite Star Palace's elders as one of the Endtime Cemetery's deadly zones—there were over a dozen in total. Besides the Furious Thunder Perdition, there was the Heavenly Abyss of Weak Water, spanning eighty million li, where even a feather couldn't float; an Immortal Body entering would be corroded and die instantly.

Another deadly zone was called the Nihil Black Swamp, spanning one hundred million li, saturated with poison qi capable of harming Immortal Bodies.

Such deadly zones were perilous even to Immortal Body experts—demonstrating their extreme danger—yet for legendary beings like Fang Yu and Fang Han, they could indeed enhance their strength.

As the two advanced, thick, glittering lightning bolts appeared ahead; the air was thick with lightning essence.

Crack! Crack!

Boom—Boom—

In the distant void, countless thunderbolts erupted, shaking violently as if heaven itself had collapsed; Fang Yu looked out—the thunder stretched boundlessly, covering countless ten-thousand-li stretches of land.

"So many divine thunderbolts—Purple Celestial Thunder, Great Expansion Thunder, Shatter-Sun Thunder, Jade Pillar Thunder—so many combined into one array after another? Hmm, is that Void Thunder? And—is that the No-Constant Thunder, the number-one thunder among the Ancient Heavens and Worlds?"

Fang Yu and Fang Han gazed—and saw countless thunderbolts, even the legendary No-Constant Thunder.

Life and death are uncertain, dim and obscure.

This No-Constant Thunder, legend says, only manifests when a cultivator reaches the pinnacle of cultivation—the Longevity Tenth Realm: True Immortal Realm—and comprehends the mystery of life and death; it can directly break through the laws of life and death, vibrating the dead back from nothingness—but at a colossal cost: the cultivator can never become an immortal, and may even perish outright.

Naturally, cultivators who reach Longevity Tenth Realm would never be foolish enough to resurrect others and forfeit their own chance at immortality.

Yet here, in the Furious Thunder Perdition, No-Constant Thunder exists—demonstrating this place's terror.

Even experts who have forged their own worlds might not escape such a perilous place.

"Such exhilarating thunder-qi—my Great Thunder Art is surging!"

Fang Yu stepped through the thunder, and countless thunder forces flooded into his body, into his Cave Heaven—filling his Cave Heaven with boundless thunder-qi, further amplifying the power of his Great Thunder Art.

This place could be called a cultivation paradise—perfect for refining magic treasures and flesh with thunder essence.

"Senior Brother Yu, I've finally seen the dazzling diversity of the Heavens and Worlds—this Endtime Cemetery holds such treasures, truly beneficial to our cultivation!"

Fang Han also joyfully absorbed the thunder-qi; avoiding thunderbolts like No-Constant Thunder, he still absorbed others—Purple Celestial Thunder, Great Expansion Thunder—excellent thunder essence; a normal cultivator in the Divine Ability Secret Realm who obtained even one such divine thunderbolt could instantly perfect their Divine Ability.

For instance, the Purple Lightning Yin Thunder Blade—one of the Eight Great Divine Abilities of Yuhua Sect in the past—required only absorbing the power of one Purple Celestial Thunder to reach perfection.

Between heaven and earth lie the Immortal Realm, the Dragon Realm, the Buddha Realm, and countless other Great Worlds—the Three Thousand Great Worlds; so far, we've only visited two or three Great Worlds—merely the Xuan Huang Great World, the Infinite Great World, and the Kan Li Great World. Perhaps some of our Xu Yuan Qi avatars could visit other Great Worlds too—like the Ice Great World, where we've cultivated the Great Freezing Art, so we might go there ourselves. Of course, we could also visit the Kan Li Great World—perhaps we'd find many Pure Yang Pills.

As Fang Yu walked, he said to Fang Han.

"That's true. We now have the conditions and the strength to travel to the various Great Worlds. If we don't go and see for ourselves, it would truly be a pity. Perhaps we can subdue some weaker Great Worlds and bring their world foundations back to my Yuhua Sect, making my Yuhua Sect thoroughly become the foremost sect of the Profound Yellow Great World."

Fang Han's eyes flickered with light. "Among the three thousand great chiliocosms, it can't be that my Profound Yellow Great World ranks last, can it?"

"That, I don't know. My Profound Yellow Great World was once prosperous in the primeval era, but unfortunately it suffered through too many calamities, and its origin and fortune have greatly diminished. If we could travel to another world and seize a single immortal artifact, it would greatly raise my Profound Yellow Great World's ranking. But a world that possesses an immortal artifact would surely also harbor beings at the level of true immortals or void immortals."

Fang Yu said.

"We must take care of that Su Xiuyi. Only by dealing with Su Xiuyi and seizing the Earth Emperor's Book in his hands can an immortal artifact be born. The reason the Yellow Springs Great Emperor in those days refined the Yellow Springs Diagram was so that one day he could obtain the Earth Emperor's Book, and once combined with the Yellow Springs Diagram, the Yellow Springs Diagram could ascend to an immortal artifact. At that time, any Metaiyi Sect would all be nothing but chickens and tiles — mere dogs and rabble — and the remnants of the Huangquanmo Sect from those days would also have to submit!"

Yan cackled wildly within the Yellow Springs Diagram. Ever since he had heard that Su Xiuyi actually intended to unite with other demonic sect great emperors to plot against the Yellow Springs Great Emperor's treasure, he had harbored a deep hatred for Su Xiuyi. Hearing Fang Yu and Fang Han's words now, he made his voice heard from within the Yellow Springs Diagram.

"Enough, Yan. This matter must be carefully planned. I see the Wu Zhiku is an opportunity, but there are still several months before the Wu Zhiku opens. We must first raise our strength."

Fang Han nodded.

Just as the few were speaking, they were still continuously pressing deeper into the Mad Lightning Absolute Prison. Suddenly, a massive lightning egg appeared ahead, a thousand li across, like an ancient meteorite.

Countless bolts of thunder surrounded it on all sides, forming a dense net, as if guarding this massive lightning egg.

"Could it be Senior Sister Fang Qingxue?"

Fang Yu gazed at this lightning egg and suddenly spoke.

"Brother Yu, you've come!"

This massive lightning egg shattered in an instant, and the countless bolts of thunder and purple lightning within all surged into the human figure inside the egg.

One human figure, robed entirely in white, cold and aloof, like a fairy from the nine heavens.

And another human figure, with a slender and graceful form, seemed to carry a Zhou Tian Mirror within her body, radiating dazzling light, like a goddess overseeing all the heavens.

But when these two women's gazes fell upon Fang Yu, joy appeared on both their faces.

Fang Qingxue, Feng Yaoguang.