Chapter 406

"Pay attention! My Dark Yellow Veil Heaven Hand is about to be completed!"

As Ye Fan and Pang Bo watched Fang Yu refine the artifact, Fang Yu spoke: from his right hand, the root of Dark Yellow Primal Qi had fully fused with his palm.

What kind of hand was this?

On this hand, the Dark Yellow Primal Qi root spread thickly, glowing with Dark Yellow hue; within the palm, rolling thunder, the Five Elements' divine light, and even the power of the Dragon God flowed.

Starlight energy also surged, along with devouring runes—as if merely manifesting in this world, this hand could draw forth boundless starlight energy from heaven and earth, transforming it into terrifying power.

"This hand…"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo exchanged glances; they felt the terrifying might of Fang's hand, yet could not help but praise his wisdom.

The Dark Yellow Primal Qi root was not infinite; better to concentrate it than spread it over the whole body—if forged into a single hand, that hand would possess unimaginable might.

Of course, Ye Fan and Pang Bo still found it shocking: if one infused the Dark Yellow Primal Qi root into the hand, would one then have to refine the hand into the legendary Ultimate Emperor Weapon?

To make one's body into a weapon—how immensely strong must the flesh be?

"I wonder who in this world I can test this hand's power upon."

Having just completed the Dark Yellow Veil Heaven Hand, Fang Yu felt its terrifying might—but his gaze swept over Zhuofeng and Xuan Sect, and no one there could serve as a test for its power.

If so, then forget it.

"Congratulations, Brother Fang, your cultivation base has reached great heights."

Seeing Fang Yu conclude his practice, Ye Fan and Pang Bo both praised him.

"This time, I truly owe it to you both—without you, I could not have forged this hand. Cultivate diligently yourselves; if you have any questions, ask me."

Fang Yu smiled.

Though he had not yet cultivated the Veil Heaven Method, Xuan Sect's Treasure Vault held abundant knowledge of it—how to cultivate the Other Shore Realm, how to cultivate the Palace Secret Realm—all of this Fang Yu now understood clearly.

"Thank you, Brother Fang."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo's faces brightened further.

The two of them were essentially lone cultivators, lacking most in cultivation experience and cultivation techniques; if they could gain even a little experience, their progress would accelerate.

"For the Sea of Qi Secret Realm, we cultivate the Dao Scripture—now for the Palace Secret Realm, what scripture should we follow…"

Ye Fan pondered inwardly.

He felt he could gain some experience, but the scripture for the Palace Secret Realm still required careful thought.

The three began their cultivation within the palace, yet outside, storms were rising.

Kong Quewang still pursued Ji Jia's Divine Body, Ji Haoyue; rumors said Kong Quewang's roar shattered mountains, and rumors said his palm crushed stars.

Yet even though rumors claimed Kong Quewang had shattered mountains with a roar and crushed stars with a palm, he still failed to kill Ji Haoyue, who escaped once again.

This was truly unbelievable.

The Ji Clan of the East Desert erupted in fury; their top experts all departed, vowing to slay Kong Quewang.

At that very moment, the Zhang Sect of Xuan Sect and the masters of all major peaks also left the One Hundred and Eight Main Peaks, racing toward the distance.

"What happened?"

Within Xuan Sect, many disciples whispered; the Zhang Sect and all peak masters departing together was an event unseen for ages—excluding the selection of the Holy Disciple.

That time, too, the Zhang Sect and peak masters had indeed appeared.

Half a day later, news arrived: a mad old man had appeared within Wei Kingdom's borders, said to be an ultimate expert from six thousand years ago.

This news shook dozens of nations in the East Desert; Yao Guang Sacred Realm and Xuan Sect both dispatched powerful figures to pursue him.

As for the Ancient Ji Clan, they had no time to care about this matter.

After all, their Divine Body was still being hunted.

"So he's an ancient expert from bygone days—he's lived over six thousand years and still exists? Truly unbelievable."

"A figure from six thousand years ago—he's a living history book, having witnessed countless dark or radiant eras; one man is an ancient chronicle."

"I wonder what his origin is—how can one person live six thousand years? We struggle to live five hundred. I wonder if any elixir in this world can extend lifespan."

"I heard months ago, an ancient elder of an Ancient Clan tried to break into the Ancient Forbidden Land to seize divine herbs—and failed; many died."

"Divine herbs that extend lifespan are exceedingly rare; that man lived six thousand years—no doubt every Danengdou Society expert would be tempted."

On every peak of Xuan Sect, people were discussing it.

Fang Yu's spiritual sense drifted out and overheard these whispers.

Ye Fan's expression subtly changed; he seemed to recall someone.

"What? Ye Fan, do you know this person?"

Fang Yu asked.

"I once met a man called the Old Madman—he was a great figure from six thousand years ago of Tianxuan Sacred Realm. Back then, Tianxuan Sacred Realm mobilized its entire sect to storm the Ancient Forbidden Land, but none returned; they vanished from the world. Only he survived. I've seen him several times."

Ye Fan said.

"The Ancient Forbidden Land is not so easily breached. Tianxuan Sacred Realm was truly overreaching."

Fang Yu shook his head as he listened to Ye Fan.

Yet as the three spoke, Fang Yu suddenly felt a stir in his spirit—he stepped out of the palace.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo followed him out.

Fang Yu walked forward, arriving at another location within Xuan Sect.

Xuan Sect had countless peaks; not all were as prosperous as Star Peak—some, like Zhuofeng, were desolate.

Now, on one such desolate peak, atop a large green stone, an old man with white hair lay facing the sun.

His robes were tattered and ancient, not of this era; his lips murmured softly, tears glistening in his cloudy eyes.

"It's the elder!"

Ye Fan's face showed shock.

The great figures of the East Desert had all set out to find the Old Madman—but he had come here.

This supreme powerhouse, who had shaken heaven and earth six thousand years ago and long been invincible throughout the Eastern Wastes, was now curled up here, his withered frame trembling, stirring pity in the heart.

Ye Fan walked forward, crouched down before the great bluestone, and gazed at the old madman; his heart ached with sympathy, yet he did not know how to help the old madman.

Fang Yu's gaze also swept over this old madman; his mind stirred slightly, and a divine ability circulated through his entire body.

Prayer Art.