Chapter 392

Fang Yu calmed his mind, adjusted his emotions, and formally entered the seventh layer of the Five Emperors' True Fire, drawing in all eight giant eggs with his magic power.

The Five Emperors' True Fire must be handled with utmost care—any slip could roast these eight giant eggs to death; he didn't want to eat dragon eggs or roc eggs, he needed the ancient celestial dragons hatched from them.

The seventh layer was terrifying, yet Fang Yu still held control—he even carried the eight giant eggs deeper into the fire domain, where he saw the seven-colored flames of the eighth layer.

The eighth layer's seven-colored flames radiated a fire more terrifying than the fifth-emperor's true fire; no one knew what kind of fire it was, yet it filled Fang Yu with extreme peril.

The flames here were beyond the reach of ordinary great experts—even the Supreme Elders of sacred sects dared not step into this layer; the place was utterly empty, save for the endless seven-colored flames, with not a soul in sight.

Spiritual sense here was nearly impossible to extend; without supreme cultivation base or ultimate magic treasure, one could not survive—any spiritual sense straying even slightly would be instantly incinerated to ash by the seven-colored flames.

Utterly deadly.

Fang Yu shifted the Five Emperors' Canopy between the seventh and eighth fire layers; the Red Emperor and Fire Sovereign manifested above his head, radiating an aura of supreme suppression, while countless fire-elemental sacred beasts bowed before them, revealing the transformations of the fire Dao.

The Five Emperors' True Fire, now subdued by Fang Yu, had also transformed into a sacred beast, bowing reverently to the Red Emperor and Fire Sovereign, revealing the profundity of the Five Emperors' True Fire.

The Red Emperor and Fire Sovereign sat atop, overlooking all transformations of the fire Dao.

At this moment, the two fire-emperor sovereigns seemed to gaze upon the eighth layer's seven-colored flames; amid the reverent bows of the sacred beasts, a thread of the seven-colored flames was drawn in.

The seven-colored flames, normally flowing without any sentience, now spontaneously gained awareness, transforming into a seven-colored sacred beast that hesitated briefly before beginning to bow as well.

The seven-colored flames, also subdued!

But Fang Yu did not enter the eighth layer's seven-colored flames; his Divine Abilities could absorb them, yet his physical body was still insufficient—even after enduring countless Heaven-Pinnacle elixirs and the Great Five Elements Art to refine his body, these seven-colored flames remained terrifying.

Fang Yu began cultivating at the boundary between the seventh and eighth layers, while the roc egg and ancient celestial dragon egg remained in the seventh layer, not entering the eighth.

If they entered the eighth layer, they'd be cooked.

Time flowed within the fire domain; before he knew it, a month had passed.

Yes, Fang Yu had cultivated in this fire domain for a month.

This place was truly a holy ground for fire Dao cultivation—nowhere else in the Shrouding Heaven Realm was more appealing to Fang Yu.

He entered seclusion in the fire domain, cultivating for a month at a time.

Now, his Five Emperors' Canopy was no longer purely five-colored—it had taken on a seven-colored hue; Fang Yu had refined much of the eighth layer's seven-colored flames, incorporating them into the Great Five Elements Art, directly causing its power to surge.

The Red Emperor-Fire Sovereign Qi, the Primordial Heaven Fire, the Great Sun Catastrophe Fire—all these supreme fire Divine Abilities underwent earth-shattering transformations, becoming Fang Yu's most potent offensive techniques.

This was a great harvest.

To obtain and refine the flames of the seventh and eighth layers for one's own use was already a monumental gain.

"My roc egg seems nearly ready."

Fang Yu's gaze turned to the nearby roc egg; having absorbed thirty days of the fire domain's supreme true fire, it had gained immense energy.

Crack. Crack.

At this moment, the roc egg began to crack and shatter; Fang Yu even sensed a faint shadow of a roc forming inside.

The shadow resembled neither fish nor bird, soaring across ten thousand miles—once hatched, it would be an ancient roc hatchling, destined to claim a place in this world and begin a legend.

But now, this roc chick was trapped within a demonic array, gradually transforming into countless talismans—each one profound and obscure, each one mysterious, revealing an eternal truth of the cosmos: the truth of consumption, never satisfied.

The roc egg finally evolved into the Great Devouring Demonic Array, this supreme demonic technique, equal in renown to the Great Cutting Art and the Great Annihilation Art, yet even more mysterious and rare.

Within the fire domain, this terrifying demonic array rose up.

What kind of demonic array was this?

It was not large—only one mu in diameter—but within, it was utterly black and profound, leading nowhere known, perfectly embodying the meaning of three characters.

Bottomless Pit.

Yes, Bottomless Pit.

A Bottomless Pit capable of swallowing the entire world, a cavern that could never be filled.

The talismans within spun like stars, seemingly capable of absorbing everything under heaven and earth, devouring all—like an abyss so deep it could swallow stars, devour all realms and worlds.

The Great Devouring Demonic Array had finally coalesced.

Fang Yu had gained another Dao!

A Dao of perfect completion!

As soon as this supreme demonic Dao emerged, Fang Yu felt an unbreakable, flesh-and-blood bond with it—he needed no refinement, for during these days he had nourished the roc egg with his Xu Yuan Qi, already linking his spirit and mind to it.

Now, as the Great Devouring Demonic Array hatched, Fang Yu simply willed it—and the array entered his body, rising to his mind, spinning endlessly, instantly expanding his mind!

His four minds expanded at once, doubling in size.

Previously, one mind could hold one million five hundred thousand magic power; now, each mind could hold three million magic power.

Fang Yu now had four minds—meaning he could cultivate up to twelve million magic power even at the Heavenly Man Realm.

If he opened seven minds, he could cultivate up to twenty-one million magic power.

But ordinary Heavenly Man Realm experts could only muster ten thousand Xuan Huang steed forces.

This was a terrifying magnitude.

If Fang Yu reached the peak of the Heavenly Man Realm, his magic power would be twenty-one hundred times that of peers—what kind of genius would that be?

Yet Fang Yu knew that the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities required no such vast magic power, for the maximum magic power in the Divine Ability Secret Realm was one hundred million—excess would only increase the difficulty of advancement.

From the 5th Stage to the 10th Stage of Divine Abilities, a few spontaneous transformations would naturally reach the limit of magic power.

"Now I've gained another Divine Ability. The Great Devouring Art—how exquisite."

After instantly cultivating the Great Devouring Art, the expansion of his mind delighted him—but even greater joy came from a new transformation: he could now devour all things.

Cultivating a Divine Ability was like gaining a new physique; Fang Yu could now name his new physique: the Devouring Sacred Physique.

The Lei Gu Sheli Elixir granted him the Lei Ling Divine Physique; the Great Devouring Art granted him the Devouring Sacred Physique; and the Starless Ultimate Scripture he took from the two bandits granted him the Star-Crowned Supreme Physique.

All worldly physiques resemble innate Divine Abilities.

And postnatal cultivated Divine Abilities can also manifest as invincible physiques.

When Fang Yu's "Devouring Sacred Physique" was perfected, he stepped into the eighth layer of the fire domain.

The seven-colored flames remained terrifying, yet before they could enter his body, they were devoured by the black, profound demonic array.

Within this pitch-black grand array, even the seven-colored flame could not display its terrifying might.

That terrifying seven-colored flame seemed to have entered an infinitely vast, boundless spatial realm, immeasurably huge; the seven-colored space within this realm could not exert its power at all.

But the moment Fang Yu moved again, surging spatial shifts seemed to manifest strands of primal-chaos qi, intent on grinding away everything and devouring it all.

Even the seven-colored flame was eroded, devoured, and in turn transformed into the power of space.

A look of joy appeared on Fang Yu's face.

Previously, when the Grand Devouring Art had not been cultivated, he would not have dared to enter the 8th Stage fire domain relying solely on his own strength. But now, with the Grand Devouring Art at great perfection, he could enter the 8th Stage fire domain and absorb that seven-colored flame.

This was a tremendous advancement.

After traveling through the 8th layer for some time and refining a portion of the seven-colored flame, Fang Yu stepped between the 8th and 9th layers.

At this moment, he had a feeling that even with the Grand Five Elements Art and the Grand Devouring Art at his side, entering the 9th layer might mean a death with no burial ground.

His realm was ultimately still too low. As long as his realm advanced and the Grand Five Elements Art and Grand Devouring Art underwent transformation, coming back here then would not be too late.

Thus Fang Yu left the fire domain with the seven dragon eggs.

The seven dragon eggs had been incubating for so long and still had not hatched, clearly indicating that the energy they required was terrifyingly immense—far more terrifying than what the Kun Peng egg had needed.

Fang Yu was not anxious either. He seized a great deal of fire from the fire domain, letting them continue to incubate the seven Primordial Heavenly Dragon eggs.

As long as there was sufficient energy, hatching was only a matter of time.

After Fang Yu left the fire domain with the Primordial Heavenly Dragon eggs, with a casual thought he could hear of certain events occurring on the Eastern Wasteland continent.

The divine body of the Primordial Jijiade Sect had just been formed and intended to slay the demon Princess Yan Ruyu, but the demon race had cut down all the great powers escorting her, while the divine body had narrowly escaped with its life.

The Primordial Jijiade Sect was furious, swearing to slay the demon Princess and display the might of the Primordial Jijiade Sect.

But at this very moment, the demon race's great power Kong Quewang—who had once swept through the Southern Domain of the Eastern Wasteland eight hundred years ago—emerged once more, went straight to the Jijiade Sect, slapped the Jijiade Sect's door plaque to smithereens with one palm, and flipped the Jijiade Sect's great gate off its hinges.

This was absolutely a major incident.

A great clan passed down since the Primordial Age, standing unshaken through the ages, with unfathomably deep foundations—across endless years, almost no one had dared to provoke them.

But someone had smashed the Primordial great clan's door plaque and sent its great gate flying. These were extremely grave consequences—an unimaginable major incident.

That very day, the news spread throughout the Southern Domain, stirring up a tremendous uproar.

"Kong Quewang furiously beating down the Jijiade Sect—now that's interesting."