Chapter 138: Breakthrough, True Qi Realm!

With the Demon Emperor's heart gone and the great demons of the demon race departed, the danger within the Demon Emperor's Tomb now skyrocketed.

No cultivator from the Palace Secret Realm could possibly walk out of the Demon Emperor's great hall alive with any benefit; to contend with the means the Demon Emperor left behind, one would need at least a great power of the Immortal Platform Realm to take action.

At this very moment, Fang Yu left the place, and as he departed, he gifted Ye Fan a fortuitous encounter.

"This is... the complete version of the Dao Scripture?"

Ye Fan watched a page of golden paper sink into his Bitter Sea, so shocked he didn't know what to say.

The golden sheet was only a single page, radiant and heavy, yet it pressed down on him with an incomparably immense weight—for this page of gold paper was actually the legendary Wheel Sea Scroll of the Dao Scripture.

The so-called Wheel Sea Scroll, needless to say, referred to the Life Wheel and the Bitter Sea, the very foundation of cultivation; no wonder the Sect Master of the Lingxu Grotto-Heaven said this was the most important scroll of the Dao Scripture.

A ten-thousand-zhang tall building rises from flat ground—any cultivator could understand the importance of the Wheel Sea Scroll.

As long as a cultivator refined their Life Wheel and Bitter Sea to the utmost, they would reap lifelong benefits and become a peak-level powerhouse; one could well imagine the importance of the Wheel Sea Scroll.

The Lingxu Grotto-Heaven itself only possessed a single chapter of scripture from this one scroll—a fragment within a fragment—merely enough for the immortal seedlings of the Gongmen Sect to commune with the Bitter Sea, with no follow-up Famen.

Now that Ye Fan had obtained this follow-up Famen, he was overjoyed beyond measure.

"Ye Fan, cultivate well. If you ever go out traveling and come across any good materials, remember to save some for me."

Fang Yu's spiritual sense transmission still rang in Ye Fan's ear, and Ye Fan discovered that Brother Fang had already transformed into a streak of jade-green light and departed; he couldn't help but nod.

"Brother Fang's kindness to me is beyond words. If in the future I obtain any rare treasures—especially fire-attribute ones—I must definitely send them to Brother Fang."

Ye Fan thought to himself.

He was still immensely excited at this moment, yet at the same time felt a measure of dread.

Because if word of this matter were to leak, he would certainly die without a burial place; even if the Sect Master of the Lingxu Grotto-Heaven obtained it, he would have to immediately seek the protection of the sect behind him, or else he would face utter annihilation.

One scroll of the Dao Scripture—a complete Dao Scripture—was an unimaginable supreme treasure, capable of stirring up a storm of blood across the entire Eastern Wasteland.

"We have to leave."

Ye Fan looked at Pang Bo beside him and spoke.

"What happened?"

Pang Bo was still a bit dumbfounded.

"We'll talk about this in a bit. Let's go down the mountain now. This place is no longer suitable to stay."

"Mm, alright!"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo went down the mountain just like that, no longer joining in any excitement.

Meanwhile, Fang Yu deployed his magic power and flew at full speed toward the State of Jin.

That's right, the State of Jin.

The State of Jin had a certain reputation in the Eastern Wasteland, because within this country lay a Fire Domain.

People did not know why the Fire Domain never extinguished; from the Desolate Ancient until now, no one knew how many ages it had burned, how long it had existed was hard to say, yet it endured unceasingly, utterly impossible to smother.

The Fire Domain—ordinary cultivators did not dare approach it at all, but when deciding on artifact refining, cultivators would inevitably choose this place as their first option, because the flames here were extraordinarily wondrous, capable of imprinting Dao and principle.

Of course, the Fire Domain was no peaceful land; on ordinary days when it was calm, it was fine, but if fierce flames surged, even great powers would have to give way and keep their distance.

There were many records about this place, even involving immortals, but only in a few scattered strokes, very vague.

After leaving the Demon Emperor's Tomb, Fang Yu obtained the location of the Fire Domain and flew straight toward it.

The divine ability he cultivated was called the Seven-Repair Edge of Jade Flame; he had obtained some fire-attribute rare treasures at the Lingxu Grotto-Heaven, but had not yet fully cultivated to the True Qi Realm, so naturally he had to come to this Fire Domain now to cultivate the Seven-Repair Edge of Jade Flame to great completion.

After flying for several days, Fang Yu arrived at the Fire Domain and stepped into it.

The quality of fire qi in the first, second, and third layers was insufficient; Fang Yu went straight to the fourth layer, sat cross-legged in the void, and began to inhale and exhale the fire essence qi here.

It had to be said, the Fire Domain was a perfect cultivation ground for someone like him—countless amounts of fire essence qi here, yet all unowned; it was simply a feng shui treasure land.

Compared to the Life Great World, many places were inferior to this Fire Domain; the Yuhua Sect didn't have such a fine place either, unless one went to the Five Elements Land—the territory of the Chiyuan Demon Lord—where there were indeed large amounts of fire essence qi.

But that place was far too dangerous for him now; after all, divine beasts comparable to the 7th Stage of Divine Abilities—Zhu Que, Bai Hu, Xuan Wu, and Teng She—were not few in number, and there were even 480 million ancient heavenly demons; it truly wasn't a place one could casually visit.

Here was very safe.

Fang Yu began his cultivation here.

His magic power surged forth from his mind, drew in the fire essence qi of the Fire Domain, was refined and elevated by him, and transformed into a kind of jade-green flame true qi.

And in this continuous process of cultivation, Fang Yu's strength kept rising.

The strength of five hundred Xuanhuang steeds.

The strength of five hundred and fifty Xuanhuang steeds.

The strength of six hundred Xuanhuang steeds.

After cultivating for several days, his strength reached the strength of six hundred Xuanhuang steeds, possessing a colossal force of three million jin.

And at this moment, he truly stepped into the 2nd Stage of Divine Abilities, the True Qi Realm.

He completely transformed all of his magic power into true qi, refining the false into the true.

"Heaven and Earth Fire Emperor, the Fire Cauldron suppresses!"

Fang Yu grabbed with his left hand, and a jade-green fire cauldron hovered in the air, radiating scorching high heat.

He did not test the hardness of the ground here in the Fire Domain; instead, with a great grab, a jade-green great cauldron appeared in the void, burning with jade-green flames.

This great cauldron, with any casual movement, seemed capable of incinerating all things.

"Good, magic power transformed into true qi, my strength has reached the strength of six hundred Xuanhuang steeds, but there is still room for improvement; I must push my strength to its maximum here."

Reaching the True Qi Realm in one go did not satisfy Fang Yu; he had to rely on the dense fire essence qi here to cultivate to the 3rd Stage of Divine Abilities, the Gang Qi Realm.

The 3rd Stage of Divine Abilities, the Gang Qi Realm—refining the true into Gang Qi.

The Gang Qi of the same strength of one Xuanhuang steed could casually defeat the true qi of seven or eight Xuanhuang steeds.

Gang Qi was a massive qualitative elevation of true qi, reaching a new level.

The Divine Ability Secret Realm—boundless magic power. With each advancement of a realm, the increase in strength was several-fold, and the qualitative leap in strength was even more terrifying.

Fang Yu continued his cultivation here.

Another half month passed in full, and Fang Yu paid no attention at all to the bustle outside—what business of his was it that the Demon Emperor's Tomb had opened, that the Ancient Clans and Holy Lands were going, that some great figure had died?

After he stepped into the True Qi Realm, he kept absorbing the power of the fire essence, converting it into his own true qi.

After this half month of time, his true qi had already reached the force of one thousand five hundred Dark Yellow Stallions.

With a casual movement, he seemed able to set off a hurricane; with a single exhale, the airflow rolled and drifted away, enough to blow many flames into a crooked, tumbling mess.

"One thousand five hundred Dark Yellow Stallions of force—the True Qi Realm has already reached its limit, but to step into the Gang Qi Realm, it seems I'm still lacking something… pressure."

Fang Yu stood up in one motion. At this moment, his magic power was several times thicker than before, but the true qi was still true qi—it had not been able to compress into Daoist Gang Qi.

This compression from true qi into Daoist Gang Qi also requires a kind of epiphany, like a chick breaking out of its shell.

"True Qi Realm, at the peak."