Chapter 353

The nine-yin, nine-yang, and demon-god's palms were all sliced off by the Zhang Sect's single sword slash.

"Perfect opportunity—act now."

Fang Yu, seeing this, exchanged thoughts with Fang Qingxue, West Jialan, and the others; instantly, all their magic power flowed into the Lei Di Talisman, causing a colossal thunderous hand to rise from within it, piercing through space to seize one of the giant palms.

It was the severed palm of the demon-god, the size of a fan, capable of engulfing a person's head, its nails jet-black, shimmering with eerie luster; each nail was sharper than many magic treasures.

Especially the power contained within—each single nail was nearly equivalent to a Heavenly Man Realm expert, possessing the strength of ten thousand horses, terrifying beyond measure.

This was the demon-god's palm, just severed by the Instant Kill Technique.

The palm of a Longevity Secret Realm, an ancient titan!

If obtained, it would bring many benefits—after all, who could use a Longevity Secret Realm's palm to forge elixirs?

This was a tremendous opportunity.

Fang Yu's power merged with the others', activating the Lei Di Talisman; its power surged immensely, the giant hand now wielding the force of ten million, and in a single instant, it clamped down hard on the demon-god's palm and dragged it back.

The Xuantian Demon-Sealing Tower flew from Fang Yu's hand and settled upon the giant palm.

The Demon-Sealing Tower had directly suppressed one of the demon-god's palms.

"Damn it! You creatures of the Divine Ability Secret Realm dare try to suppress my palm? Utterly audacious—you seek to erase humanity!"

The demon-god seemed enraged, spitting out a string of King Zhen Yan characters, twisted and coiled—ancient demon script—shifting freely; immense demonic aura erupted, cruel, ferocious, violent—the very essence of all malevolence in heaven and earth, threatening to turn this place into a realm of demons and monsters.

When the demon descended upon the world, it exterminated humanity.

"What, you're not leaving? Planning to stay? Then don't blame me."

Feng Feng Baiyu, the Zhang Sect of Yuhua Sect, saw Fang Yu and the others suppressing the demon-god's palm, nodded—he would not compete with his disciples for such benefits.

But seeing the demon-god enraged and ready to fight to the death, Feng Feng Baiyu's expression darkened, and a mirror appeared in his hand.

The mirror was a bronze one, engraved with dragon-phoenix patterns and ancient tadpole script, brimming with countless mysteries; when Feng Feng Baiyu activated it, a beam of light flowed from the mirror, purifying every trace of demonic aura it touched—even the demon-god himself would be cleansed, reduced to ashes.

"Heavenly Emperor Mirror?"

"Go!"

"Feng Feng Baiyu is unbeatable!"

Upon seeing this mirror, the Nine-Yin Demon-God uttered the words "Heavenly Emperor Mirror," their faces filled with shock and dread; without hesitation, they tore open space and fled.

If they didn't leave now, they'd be trapped here forever.

"Tiancan Niangniang, won't you leave too?"

Feng Feng Baiyu immediately activated the Heavenly Emperor Mirror, causing the three Longevity Secret Realm titans to retreat immediately; as his mirror-light shifted and struck a certain spot, the space there shattered, revealing a hidden little girl.

The little girl had twin braids like silkworm horns, resembling a silkworm larva—but the aura she emitted was that of a Longevity Secret Realm ancient titan, constantly communicating with the celestial Xu Yuan Qi, capable of unleashing the power of a hundred million with every gesture.

Who could have imagined that this childlike figure was none other than the sect leader of the Yaodaowu Sect's Tiancan Sect—Tiancan Niangniang?

"Giggles, giggles, Feng Feng Baiyu, you've hidden yourself well. I remember thousands of years ago you were still at the Immortal Body realm—yet now you've reached Longevity Fifth Rebirth Realm. Fast, incredibly fast. You've even obtained the Heavenly Emperor Mirror. Clearly, Yuhua Sect's status among Xiandao Sect Sects can now rank third. I'm no match for you—this time I was merely passing through."

The little-girl-like Tiancan Niangniang spoke in a clear, tinkling voice, just like a child.

But she was clearly an ancient relic, aware of events from thousands of years ago, familiar with Feng Feng Baiyu's Immortal Body realm back then—she herself must have reached the Longevity Secret Realm even then, likely also at the Immortal Body realm.

Tiancan Niangniang was from the same era as Feng Feng Baiyu.

"Then so be it, Tiancan Niangniang, please go—or visit Yuhua Sect. I'd be delighted to host you."

Feng Feng Baiyu smiled, yet did not unleash the Instant Kill Technique to slay this ancient titan who looked like a child.

"I trust your character, Feng Feng Baiyu—but I don't trust your ancient elders. Once I go, I won't come back. I'll take my leave."

Tiancan Niangniang giggled, shattered the surrounding space, and vanished without a trace.

"Four ancient titans intended to strike us."

West Jialan watched this scene, realizing the demon-god, Nine-Yin, and Nine-Yang were merely overt attacks, while Tiancan Niangniang had lain in wait to ambush—but the Zhang Sect's supreme lord was such a being that he instantly slashed down the three ancient titans, leaving Tiancan Niangniang with no chance to act.

"The Zhang Sect's supreme lord is truly powerful—but what exactly is the Heavenly Emperor Mirror? Why did every ancient titan flee the moment it appeared?"

Fang Han's face showed shock; he hurriedly asked.

"I don't know."

West Jialan shook her head; as one of Yuhua Sect's five outstanding disciples, she didn't know the origin of the Heavenly Emperor Mirror.

"I don't know either."

Fang Qingxue also said she didn't know.

As for Long Xuan and the other female true disciples, it went without saying.

"Does Fang Yu-senior know?"

Finally, Fang Han's gaze turned to Fang Yu.

"I don't know either."

Since none of them knew, Fang Yu naturally didn't know either.

Of course, he actually did know.

The Heavenly Emperor Mirror was the supreme treasure of the Xuan Huang Great World, once a Rank-Immortal artifact, but during the later Divine War, its rank was shattered—it is now a Supreme Dao Artifact.

In ancient times, the Xuan Huang Great World produced countless experts; its rulers were three emperors: the Heavenly Emperor, the Earthly Emperor, and the Human Emperor. The Heavenly Emperor possessed the Heavenly Emperor Mirror, the Earthly Emperor held the Earthly Emperor Book, and the Human Emperor wielded the Human Emperor Pen—each treasure was a Rank-Immortal artifact, wielding infinite power.

But these events, as someone who had cultivated for only a short time, Fang Yu should not know them—even among all worlds, no such records existed.

"Back then, the Divine Clan invaded the Xuan Huang Great World. Their great ones severed the World Tree. The Three Emperors led the world's experts in fierce resistance, severely wounding the Divine Clan—but the Three Emperors perished, and their treasures were downgraded from Immortal to Dao artifacts. Feng Feng Baiyu must have obtained the Heavenly Emperor Mirror during his travels, hence his rapid cultivation."

Within Fang Han's body, Yan, the spirit of the Huang Quan Map, an ancient relic who had lived for countless years, was whispering to Fang Han.

"Correct. I obtained the Heavenly Emperor Mirror during my travels three thousand years ago. If this mirror had its former power, I could have long stood equal to Jitaiyi Sect. Yan, isn't that right? Even when Huang Quan Emperor was at his peak, he never launched a large-scale Immortal-Demon war—wasn't he wary of Jitaiyi Sect's Immortal artifacts?"

The Zhang Sect's supreme lord, Feng Feng Baiyu, spoke to Fang Han—he had overheard Fang Han and Yan's conversation.

Before everyone's eyes, a dragon emerged from Fang Han's body, its entire form earth-yellow, covered in scales, yet its power was extremely weak—barely at Heavenly Man Realm level—floating in midair, emitting a Long Yin.

"Old Feng, haven't seen you in ages—your aura's far stronger than before, hmm, and you look even younger. If you went to the mortal world, you'd make countless people go mad for you."

Yan, the spirit of the Huang Quan Map, clearly knew Feng Feng Baiyu well, now calling him "Old Feng," leaving all of Yuhua Sect's disciples exchanging bewildered glances.

Feng Feng Baiyu didn't get angry; he laughed. "To see an old friend truly brings joy to the heart, but you, old dragon, still have the same lazy tongue as back then—yet your strength has dwindled pitifully."

"If I hadn't been injured, you wouldn't dare show off before me. But thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—what can I say? What do you plan to do with me?"

After a burst of laughter, Yan's tone turned sharp.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

Hearing this, Feng Feng Baiyu burst into loud laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yan scratched his body with a claw, scratching an itch.

"I laugh because you underestimate me, Feng Feng Baiyu. I hold the Heavenly Emperor Mirror—why would I need you? You've been with Fang Han, trying to mold him into a second Huang Quan Emperor. Even if you succeed, Fang Han is still of the Yuhua Sect. I know he understands right and wrong; he'll still honor the Yuhua Sect's ties. Why not let that be?"

Feng Feng Baiyu smiled. "But Yan, your strength is now pitifully weak. If you wish to restore it, I can help you."

"I'll restore my strength myself. I don't need your help."

Yan snorted, clearly displeased that Feng Feng Baiyu looked down on him—but he knew Feng Feng Baiyu held the Heavenly Emperor Mirror, and indeed had little use for most things. "What Fang Han becomes in the future is his own decision; I cannot force him. I believe, given his destiny and fortune, he will surely restore me in short order."

"Then good. Let's wait and see."

Feng Feng Baiyu smiled, his gaze turning again to Fang Han. "Such a rare opportunity is yours because it is yours. The Yuhua Sect will never seize a disciple's fortune. You must also learn well from your senior sisters and brothers, and cultivate diligently."

"Yes, Supreme Zhang Sect! Thank you, Supreme Zhang Sect, for saving me this time. From now on, I will treat the Yuhua Sect as my home and contribute to it."

Fang Han gazed at Feng Feng Baiyu, bowed deeply, and spoke seriously.

"Good. Let's return. This is no place to linger."

Feng Feng Baiyu nodded; his magic power enveloped everyone at once, and in an instant, they returned to the Yuhua Sect.

When the magic power surrounding them dissipated, Fang Yu, Fang Qingxue, Fang Han, Jialan, and Long Xuan found themselves standing atop the Yuhua Elder Tiangong.

Looking down, they saw endless peaks all around; some emitted radiant light that pierced the heavens, signaling that some true disciple was refining a magic treasure.

As for the central Yuhua Dacheng, it remained bustling, with hundreds of thousands of disciples cultivating within—countless stories, countless grudges and affections, countless "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—never belittle a young man's poverty."

No one could predict. No one could see through.

"This matter is over. You must all cultivate diligently."

After speaking these words, Feng Feng Baiyu vanished.

Everyone bowed, then Fang Yu, Fang Qingxue, Jialan, Fang Han, and others exchanged glances. Fang Han spoke.

"I owe you all, Zhuweitong Sect, for saving me. I will repay you. Please, senior brothers, senior sisters, junior sisters, come to my Reincarnation Peak and join me in studying the subtleties of the Twenty-Eight Divine Arts."

Everyone's eyes lit up.