Chapter 437

Fang Yu smiled; this was also an investment—Ye Fan had learned the Source Heaven Book, who knew what treasures it might bring him.

He couldn't stay in this world too long, for time was tight, but Ye Fan could; if he comprehended the Source Heaven Book, it could help him find good things.

When the Source Heaven Book is cultivated to perfect completion, it indeed possesses unimaginable power, especially since this peculiar book aids cultivators in stabilizing and identifying divine source, granting immense wealth.

Source isn't considered wealth in the Eternal Life Realm, but in the Shrouding Heaven Realm, it is absolutely great wealth.

Ye Fan's face wore a joyful expression as he went to comprehend the Source Heaven Book; after obtaining it, he immediately began studying and internalizing it.

But clearly, the Source Heaven Book was easy for Fang Yu to comprehend, yet difficult for Ye Fan.

After all, his foundational reserves were still lacking.

Ye Fan's current cultivation base was only the Other Shore Realm; on Zhuofeng of the Tai Xuan Sect, he was merely an ordinary disciple, never having entered the sect's scripture library, and having constantly been on the move since beginning cultivation, he understood very little of the Dao of Heaven and Humanity.

Soon, he furrowed his brows, as if deeply pondering and carefully studying.

The Source Heaven Book is truly not easy to comprehend; otherwise, throughout the history of the Eastern Wilderness, there wouldn't have been only a handful of Source Heaven Masters.

"Shenwang, I have some questions regarding cultivation and combat, and I humbly ask for your guidance."

Fang Yu's gaze turned to Jiang Shenwang and spoke to him.

"Oh, matters of cultivation and combat? Of course."

Jiang Shenwang nodded.

Fang Yu then discussed the mysteries of the Dou Zi Mi with this Shenwang.

The Dou Zi Mi holds many mysteries; mastering one grants one attack form—this is the initial complexity of myriad techniques, and only later does it unify all techniques into one.

Fang Yu was very interested in discussing with this Shenwang the initial complexity of myriad techniques.

"If you wish to observe the evolution of the Dou Zi Mi, let us demonstrate it within this void."

Jiang Shenwang's body, having been nurtured by Fang Yu, had improved considerably; much of his lost primordial essence had been restored, and now he stepped upward into the high sky.

The night was dark—this was a place unseen by the mortals below at Zhang's Village.

Fang Yu also stepped upward into the high sky.

Seeing Fang Yu, Jiang Shenwang raised one finger toward heaven, uttered a soft command, and instantly a colossal celestial seal appeared, trembling above his head.

It was a vast, towering mountain, so high it pierced the heavens, transformed by Jiang Shenwang into an ancient seal, pressing toward Fang Yu; upon this mountain-seal could be seen flying birds and beasts, and towering ancient trees.

The Mountain Seal carried the might to hold up the sky; when it crashed down, though not unleashing excessive divine power, it could effortlessly obliterate a Fourth Pole Realm cultivator.

Fang Yu stirred his intent, did not use the Great Five Elements Art, but instead manifested the Battle Saint Technique—the Nine Seals' Dou—whereupon a mountain seal also appeared in the void.

The two mountain seals collided, then vanished entirely.

Fang Yu fell into thought.

The Nine Seals' Dou Zi Mi represents the pinnacle of offensive arts, capable of evolving countless techniques; each insight reveals a different lethal technique.

"Boom."

Jiang Shenwang nodded and activated the Dou Zi Mi again, forming a seal; instantly, a blazing, immense sun slowly rose, filling the entire sky.

Yes, this seal was called the Crimson Sun Seal—a realization Jiang Shenwang had achieved many years ago; now, as he formed it, the crimson sun became boundless as an ocean, filling the void with fiery qi, its scorching radiance seeming ready to burn all.

Though it was already night, Jiang Shenwang's seal instantly illuminated the darkness with crimson sunlight.

Fang Yu's gaze burned brightly as he reached out, formed a seal, and conjured a Crimson Sun Seal; though inferior to his Crimson Emperor Fire Emperor Qi, the lethal technique born of the Dou Zi Mi was no less potent than the fire aspect of the Crimson Emperor Fire Emperor Qi from past eras—now comprehended by Fang Yu, it carried a novel sensation.

Suddenly, Fang Yu's intent shifted; he lightly vibrated the great sun seal, and from within the blazing crimson sun burst forth two deities—one the Crimson Emperor, one the Fire Emperor—each capable of burning mountains and boiling seas with a mere movement.

"Excellent, excellent."

Seeing this transformation, Fang Yu felt it was very good—he was not enhancing the Crimson Emperor Fire Emperor Qi with the Nine Seals, but merely applying a fluid transformation, using the Dou Zi Mi to evolve the lethal techniques of the Crimson Emperor Fire Emperor, effectively creating a Shrouding Heaven Realm-native "Crimson Emperor Fire Emperor."

The Crimson Emperor and Fire Emperor were originally products of the Eternal Life Realm's Great Five Elements Art, but Fang Yu, using the Nine Seals' Dou Zi Mi to evolve lethal techniques, had manifested the Crimson Emperor Fire Emperor—his power was terrifying.

"Brilliant, brilliant."

Nearby, Jiang Shenwang watched as Fang Yu's Crimson Sun Seal possessed dozens of times the power of his own, and couldn't help but marvel repeatedly.

This man truly gave him constant surprises.

"Then let's try another."

Jiang Shenwang moved his hands, once again unleashing the Dou Zi Mi's lethal technique.

Boundless Ocean.

Behind Jiang Shenwang appeared an ocean, its waters emerald green, rolling up countless towering waves.

As Jiang Shenwang punched forward, ten thousand hectares of emerald ocean transformed into a blue dragon, stretching across the void, rising with the Shenwang's punch, surging forward.

This was a shocking, earth-shattering killing intent, possessing immeasurable offensive power—the ocean ascended into a dragon, its roar echoing through the nine heavens, directly before Fang Yu.

Fang Yu praised it and also manifested this boundless technique; however, the ten thousand hectares of water transformed into a Black Tortoise—the very one Fang Yu had once seen in the Five Elements Realm.

The two colossal beings clashed in the void; suddenly, mist spread, and droplets of water even threatened to fall from the high sky, striking the heads of Zhang's Village villagers.

As the two moved, all that mist vanished.

"Now, I comprehend even more."

Fang Yu sat cross-legged in the void, pondering the myriad transformations revealed by the Dou Zi Mi; suddenly, his left hand formed a moon seal, his right hand formed a sun seal—and as these two seals coalesced, Fang Yu seemed to be propelling the sun and moon in motion.

Yes, a terrifying sight occurred!

A bright moon, as large as a millstone, slowly rotated before his left hand; a great sun, equally large, gently revolved before his right hand.

A terrifying pressure radiated outward; at this moment, Fang Yu appeared as a deity, propelling the sun and moon.

"The Dou Zi Mi is indeed mysterious, but these sun and moon are not the true sun and moon."

Fang Yu pondered again, continuously shifting his techniques; filled with enthusiasm, he kept transforming and comprehending lethal arts, gaining much insight.

As for Jiang Shenwang, he rested during the second half of the night.

But Ye Fan did not rest—he studied the Source Heaven Book.

He calculated: with his Ancient Holy Body, reaching perfect cultivation in the Other Shore Realm might require one hundred jin of source; the first realm of the Dao Palace would require one thousand jin. If multiplied tenfold, the second secret realm of the Dao Palace would require ten thousand jin—and beyond that, one hundred thousand jin?

This was an astronomical number.

In the Northern Region, a thousand jin of source is already the entire wealth of a Xiaomen Sect; even a village like Zhangjiacun could consider itself blessed if it unearthed six jin of source in a month.

So when Ye Fan did the math, he realized he couldn't sleep at all—he immediately studied the Source Heaven Book until dawn.

One must rely on oneself.

The night passed like that.

When the next day arrived, everyone had new matters to attend to.

In Zhangjiacun, the villagers still went out to search for source—even though the bandits had not come, they still had to live.

This was the life of ordinary people in the Northern Region of Donghuang: scraping by on the earth.

"Shenwang, there are some things I don't understand—I humbly ask for your guidance, Elder Shenwang."

After waking up, Pang Bo felt refreshed and clear-headed. Seeing Ye Fan who had cultivated all night, he felt ashamed and immediately began his own cultivation. Yet he still faced difficulties in entering the Other Shore Realm, so he went to ask Jiang Shenwang.

To a fully accomplished Shenwang, this question was as simple as asking what one plus one equals. Jiang Shenwang smiled and gave Pang Bo a few pointers, instantly opening his mind.

After cultivating for a while, he actually began to take steps into the Other Shore Realm.

As expected, Pang Bo encountered the Peril of Loss—this trial required him to face it alone; others could hardly help him.

Ye Fan worried about his brother facing the Peril of Loss, but neither Fang Yu nor Jiang Shenwang were concerned; those who overthink are more likely to be lost, while those who think little are less likely to be lost.

Hearing this explanation, Ye Fan's mind grew calmer, and he continued reading the Source Heaven Book.

Fang Yu stood in empty space, preparing to duel Jiang Shenwang.

This duel was not a fight to the death, yet it carried the flavor of forging willpower. Fang Yu did not use the monstrous Five Elements True Fire or the Seven-Colored Flame from the Great Five Elements Art, nor did he use the Mystery Yellow Veil Heaven Hand—of course, he had no intention of using the mid-grade Dao Artifact either.

He simply set aside his strongest tools, refining his will.

"Then let this old bone of mine move a little!"

Jiang Shenwang, noble and radiant, stepped forward and raised his hand. A torrent of starlight surged down, white and vast, like a colossal river of stars, brilliant and dazzling.

At that moment, he appeared as a supreme deity walking among mortals, unleashing this river of stars upon Fang Yu.

Fang Yu immediately felt a terrifying pressure. A fully accomplished Shenwang, having endured four thousand years of refinement, had reached a terrifying realm—this cultivation level, even in the Eternal Life Realm, surpassed the Divine Ability Secret Realm and could be called the power of the Longevity Secret Realm.

The river of stars rolled forward, as if ready to erase all things. At that moment, Fang Yu unleashed the Supreme Divine Art—not merely the Book of Infinite Stars, but a fusion and condensation of several Great Dao Divine Arts, merging into a brilliant divine light.

Within this divine light were Infinite Stars, thunder and lightning, especially the Black Sun Wind Disaster and the cutting force, continuously merging.

A terrifying storm erupted here; much energy was annihilated. Fang Yu blocked most of the attacks but still felt immense pressure.

Yet his body was extraordinarily strong. With a single movement, countless sword-air hurricanes erupted, grinding away the remaining starlight.

"Good."

A strange scene appeared on Jiang Shenwang's face—he was regaining strength, his primordial Shenwang essence flowing. Even this casual strike he had just unleashed would be difficult for a Saint Lord to withstand, yet Fang Yu had still held his ground.

Instantly, he stepped forward in empty space and pointed one finger.

There was a soft "hum."

The force Jiang Shenwang unleashed did not seem great—but it collapsed the empty space at once.