Chapter 405

A strand of primordial Xuan Huang qi could weigh as heavy as mountains.

But now Fang Yu's magic power had reached an unimaginable level; his cultivation base was at the Heavenly Man Realm, yet the quality of his magic power was so exalted it could rival dozens, even hundreds of times that of others.

The primordial Xuan Huang qi strand could be effortlessly seized and held in his hand, toyed with.

When the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand fell into Fang Yu's grasp, it glowed with Xuan Huang hues, its luster flowing, imbued with an arcane power that seemed impervious to ordinary magic power.

Each strand of primordial Xuan Huang qi was slippery as oil, yet blocked all forms of magical attack, giving the feeling that with Xuan Huang in hand, all arts were invulnerable.

"Fang Brother, do you know how to refine this primordial Xuan Huang qi strand? Ye Fan and I tried for a long time to forge it into a weapon, but it was extremely difficult."

Ye Fan, seeing this, showed admiration on his face; after these days apart, Fang Brother's power was terrifying—truly a human beast.

Such a priceless treasure as primordial Xuan Huang qi strand, he had barely managed to keep it through a few rare encounters of his own, never as effortlessly as Fang Brother.

"To refine primordial Xuan Huang qi strand, you need the divine flames of the entire world—ordinary mortal flames are useless. The fire of Jin State's Fire Domain is a fine thing; you should go see it when you have time."

As Fang Yu listened to Ye Fan's words, five-colored divine light descended from the Five Emperors' Canopy above his head—this light contained the Five Elements True Fire of the 7th Stage and the Seven-Colored Flame of the 8th Stage of the Fire Domain, perfectly suited to refine the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand.

At this moment, the divine light flowed downward and merged with the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand; Fang Yu felt his Red Emperor Fire Emperor Qi Gang Qi entering the strand, as if about to subdue this divine object.

"Fang Brother is incredibly powerful—this fire's might is terrifying! Even near you, I feel this fire could burn me alive, yet you're directly subduing it!"

Pang Bo stared at the flames flowing within the divine light, his face filled with shock.

He could not clearly discern what kind of fire it was within the divine light, but he had a feeling that when that divine flame burned, he himself might burn to ash.

"This fire is called Five Elements True Fire—the divine flame of the 7th Stage in the Fire Domain. Anything within the Five Elements that encounters this fire turns to ashes. I have some methods that allow me to subdue it."

Fang Yu used the Five Elements True Fire to refine the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand, determined to imprint his own mark upon this priceless treasure.

"There are such flames—and Fang Brother can subdue them too?"

Ye Fan marveled, his gaze fixed on the perilous Five Elements True Fire and the merging primordial Xuan Huang qi strand in the void. "I wonder what artifact Fang Brother intends to forge—a sword, a bell, a tower, or a cauldron?"

Ye Fan was indeed curious—he had obtained the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand and intended to forge a cauldron.

It was not impulsive; he had thought deeply about it—not only because he personally favored the "cauldron," but more importantly because the cauldron was the most mysterious artifact in ancient China.

The cauldron ran through all of Huaxia's ancient history, intertwined with every dynastic shift, every feudal uprising, every unification of the Nine Provinces.

The cauldron was a divine artifact of the Nine Provinces, a sacred national relic.

"Quest for the Cauldron," "Flourishing in the Prime of Life"—countless idioms revolved around the cauldron.

The cauldron's origins were ancient, a mysterious national treasure; it could even be said that the cauldron represented ancient Huaxia—it ran through all of ancient Huaxia's history, the most vital sacred artifact, naturally chosen by him as the "great vessel."

But what artifact would this Fang Brother choose?

"Me? I was just pondering, but now I've decided—I will forge a hand."

Fang Yu smiled and spoke; the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand, merging with the divine light, flowed toward his right hand.

"A hand?"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were stunned.

"Primordial Xuan Huang qi strand is the finest material for body refinement. I will make my body the vessel, channeling all might into myself, concentrating all power into this one hand. From now on, this right hand of mine shall be called the Xuan Huang Covering Heaven Hand."

Fang Yu smiled as he willed his spirit, and countless strands of primordial Xuan Huang qi wrapped around his right hand.

At this moment, countless mysteries unfolded.

On Fang Yu's right hand, thunder faintly emerged, the Five Elements surged, a great devouring force manifested, and countless arrays flowed in intricate patterns.

Fang Yu indeed intended to use the Great Five Elements Art to refine the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand onto his right hand.

His body had long been forged into an invincible vessel, steeped in countless Heaven-grade elixirs—even a single hair of his could be refined into a top-grade magic treasure, a single fingernail into an ultimate-grade magic treasure; he himself was more of a magic treasure than most magic treasures.

Now, refining the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand onto his right hand was perfectly suited.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo watched in utter shock as the primordial Xuan Huang qi strand they had given him was being refined into Fang Brother's own right hand—Xuan Huang surged and ebbed, Daoic resonance inexplicable, a great terror rising.

Primordial Xuan Huang qi strand was originally the finest material for forging Emperor's Imperial Weapons, yet now Fang Brother was using it to refine his own right hand—this was terrifying beyond imagination.

Yet Fang Brother's refinement appeared effortless, fluid as flowing water—like a master artificer, no, a Grand Master—how he arranged arrays, how he controlled the flame's heat, all so expertly done that Ye Fan and Pang Bo were left speechless, feeling their horizons had expanded.

"When did Fang Brother find time to study artificing? This level of craftsmanship could make him a Supreme Artificer here."

Pang Bo exclaimed in admiration.

Ye Fan nodded, eyes fixed on the process.

He felt the same.

This Fang Brother was undoubtedly a master of artificing—look at his techniques, so practiced, as if refined over countless years.

"During my travels, I met three elder artificers of great renown. They taught me one technique, and now I am an artificing master."

As Fang Yu refined his right hand, he spoke to Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

The three elder masters he referred to were Elder Tian Xing, Elder Chuan Gong, and Elder Tiangong of the Yuhua Sect—three elders of Yuhua Sect, one a ten-thousand-year giant of the Longevity Secret Realm, the other two beings who had reversed fate at the 10th Stage of Divine Abilities; in artificing, they were truly Grand Masters, having forged countless ultimate-grade, top-grade, middle-grade, and low-grade magic treasures, even Dao treasures.

They could not forge middle-grade Dao treasures, but over long centuries, they had succeeded in forging those below middle-grade.

The last time they forged for Fang Yu a low-grade Dao treasure—the Xuantian Suppressing Demon Tower—he had watched intently, and now in artificing, he too was a Grand Master.

He had a sharp mind—he learned everything quickly.

The Eternal Life Dao was especially good at this—everything he saw, he never forgot.

"Fang Brother, you had such a rare encounter—learning artificing from elder masters…"

Pang Bo didn't know what to say.

In these days of traveling north and south, they had struggled desperately just to cultivate—there had been no time to learn artificing.

Besides, artificing was a craft that took decades, even centuries, to master.