Chapter 412: Discourse on the Star Peak

The Ancient Sacred Body, as befits a peerless physique, awakens a unique phenomenon upon advancing in realm, equivalent to awakening a innate divine ability.

Clearly, this is far too contrary to heaven's will.

Think of it: other cultivators must strive endlessly to master even one unique phenomenon, must gather Xu Yuan Qi and refine it painstakingly to succeed in cultivating even one divine ability, yet the Ancient Sacred Body merely needs to awaken a realm, and a phenomenon and divine ability appear spontaneously.

This time, the phenomenon that emerged was the Chaos-Sown Blue Lotus, imbued with unimaginable offensive and defensive power; next time he advances, another phenomenon will appear, holding even greater mystery.

This is simply too unreasonable—it will inevitably invite heavenly tribulation.

Too contrary to heaven's will; the heavenly tribulation will surely descend.

If nothing goes awry, the Fourth Pole Realm will be when the heavenly tribulation is most ferocious, its strength sufficient to sever one's Dao path.

Now, Ye Fan has reached the Other Shore Realm; he will continue cultivating within this realm for a time, comprehending its profundities.

Ye Fan continued his contemplation, Pang Bo was still pondering how to enter the Other Shore Realm, while Fang Yu rose and stepped out of the palace, his gaze fixed on the scenery atop Zhuofeng.

The place remained desolate—not because he lacked the means to transform Zhuofeng into verdant hills and clear waters, but because Zhuofeng's wonder seemed to lie precisely in its very "clumsiness."

Fang Yu had no need to change it.

Yet as he stood atop Zhuofeng, a breath surged from his crown, forming a blue lotus.

The lotus sprouted one hundred and eight petals, dripping divine light that enveloped Fang Yu's head, radiating an aura of invulnerability to all arts.

This time, he had taught Ye Fan the Blessing Art, a great divine ability, making Ye Fan's advancement to the Other Shore Realm easier—and in return, it gifted him a unique phenomenon: the Chaos-Sown Blue Lotus, which now became an ultimate divine ability in his possession.

Of course, if there were more swirling chaos energy, the Chaos-Sown Blue Lotus would truly become invulnerable to all arts.

As he pondered the mysteries of the Chaos-Sown Blue Lotus, distant sounds of commotion reached him, as if great changes had occurred beyond.

Figures approached from afar, and a beam of light descended upon Zhuofeng.

"Hua Qingming, what has happened?"

Fang Yu asked.

"My lord, during your cultivation these past days, the pursuit of the Ji family's divine body by Kong Quewang has taken a turn: a supreme elder intervened, halting Kong Quewang, and the Ji family's divine body successfully returned to Ji Clan, escaping this crisis."

Upon seeing Fang Yu speak, Hua Qingming immediately bowed respectfully.

"Oh? Someone managed to block Kong Quewang? Which supreme elder was it?"

Fang Yu stirred.

"Our human race's elder, Nangong Zheng! The Ji family must have paid an immense price to summon this ancient relic to halt Kong Quewang."

As Hua Qingming spoke of Nangong Zheng, his face bore deep reverence—he clearly regarded Nangong Zheng as a being comparable to Kong Quewang.

With this being present, Kong Quewang could no longer kill Ji Haoyue.

This matter was now settled.

"Our human race's elder Nangong Zheng? He blocked Kong Quewang?"

Fang Yu heard the name Nangong Zheng—he was indeed legendary; it was widely known that Elder Nangong sought to earn the title of Immortal through the Immortal-Two Realm.

Then again, in this age, Nangong Zheng could truly be called a human race elder.

In this age, figures of the Immortal-Three Severing Dao stage are nearly unseen; the Second Level of Immortal Platform is the highest known combat power.

Nangong Zheng—legendary, awe-inspiring, a name worthy of every powerful and glorious word.

"Additionally, traces left by the Old Madman have appeared near Weitaixuan Sect, drawing major figures from Yao Guang, Ji Clan, and other major factions—of course, their young disciples have also arrived, gathering at Xingfeng. Brother Hua Yunfei has sent me to invite you to join them."

Hua Qingming spoke of another matter.

"A gathering at Xingfeng? Very well."

Fang Yu paused briefly, a faint smile appearing on his face, then strode toward Xingfeng.

At Xingfeng, over a dozen young cultivators—men and women alike—each a prodigy from their respective Men Sects, were already present.

When Fang Yu arrived, all eyes turned toward this new arrival from Weitaixuan Sect.

They had heard that Weitaixuan Sect had produced a Holy Son, whose status rivaled Hua Yunfei's, and many were curious: just who was this Weitaixuan Holy Son, Fang Yu?

"Brother Fang, let me introduce you to the heroes here—this is the Holy Maiden of Yao Guang Sect."

As Fang Yu arrived, Hua Yunfei rose to greet him and introduced him to the gathering.

First introduced was a woman—the Holy Maiden of Yao Guang Sect—whose beauty could make fish sink and geese fall, moons blush and flowers hide; she seemed a celestial immortal descending to earth, radiant yet ethereal.

She rose and bowed to Fang Yu, her body wreathed in radiant light, poised and graceful, her beautiful eyes studying Fang Yu.

Yet the more she gazed, the more astonished she became—for this Weitaixuan Holy Son's skin and body appeared flawless.

The Holy Maiden of Yao Guang considered her own body peerless, yet before this Weitaixuan Holy Son, her form seemed inferior.

This Holy Son's body was a perfection beyond words—his entire skin was Bai Xi, each inch glowing with the luster of crystal stone; especially in his eyes, endless profundities lay hidden—as if a world of Lei Ting, as if a world of wind and fire, as if countless realms of Xu Yuan Qi.

His entire body pulsed with mystery, capable of devouring any divine sense that dared to probe him.

"Hmm?"

A young man let out a soft exclamation—he too sensed Fang Yu's peculiarity. He had intended to examine this Weitaixuan Holy Son's mysteries, but his divine sense had been swallowed the moment it entered, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"This is Brother Zhong Zhong Wudi of Xuantian Sect, a genius unseen in a thousand years."

Hua Yunfei, having noticed this, promptly introduced him.

Xuantian Sect was another major Men Sect; though not as mighty as the Ancient Sacred Clans, it boasted a ten-thousand-year legacy, its status nearly equal to Weitaixuan Sect's.

"And this is the Divine Maiden of Xiaoyao Sect, Li Li Youyou…"

Hua Yunfei introduced them one by one, clearly familiar with the young prodigies of every major sect.

"Greetings, fellow cultivators."

After meeting these young prodigies, Fang Yu sat beside the main seat.

This was Xingfeng; Hua Yunfei was host, Fang Yu was Holy Son—thus he took the seat of honor.

Even after he sat, many still watched Fang Yu, as if trying to discern his mysteries.