Chapter 482

"Of course."

Xing Mie Xie nodded, and the white lotus on his head, along with the golden lanterns, swayed—then suddenly transformed into an umbrella.

This umbrella was embroidered with golden lanterns and lotuses; when it spun slightly, ancient sounds echoed through the void, like morning bells and evening drums, capable of cleansing the soul.

This umbrella was a powerful magic treasure.

A Dao artifact.

And it had surpassed the rank of low-grade Dao artifact—it had reached the mid-grade Dao artifact level!

With a mid-grade Dao artifact hovering above his head, Xing Mie Xie's body immediately radiated an aura of invulnerability to all arts.

"This magic treasure is called the Ancient Buddha's Lamp Umbrella. I obtained it during my trials in the Return-to-Nothing Realm. Neither divine nor demonic, I refined it for eight hundred years until it merged completely with my soul—it holds boundless power. Beware."

As Xing Mie Xie spoke, he unfurled the umbrella, and within its flame sat a completely golden, bald man, serene and kind—his presence instantly stirred thoughts of worship and devotion, clearly a powerful mind-temptation technique.

This bald figure was the spirit of the mid-grade Dao artifact, the Ancient Buddha's Lamp Umbrella.

Surrounding this spirit were countless spaces, each filled with heavenly demons bowing reverently before it.

Heavenly demons were originally created to destroy, devour, and annihilate—but now, each one had gentle eyes and benevolent expressions, seated calmly in their spaces, chanting sutras in devout worship.

Within the Ancient Buddha's Lamp Umbrella flowed a vast force resembling the collective prayers of all beings.

It was the power generated by countless heavenly demons after being subdued and now praying sincerely.

"The spirit of my Ancient Buddha's Lamp Umbrella is an ancient Buddha. He can convert countless heavenly demons. The more he converts, the stronger he becomes. Over the years, I've captured five million heavenly demons within it. Let me see what techniques you, the legendary Yuhua Sect genius who cultivated ninety-nine divine arts, possess to resist my Ancient Buddha's Lamp Umbrella."

As Xing Mie Xie spoke, he moved.

At that moment, the spirit atop the Ancient Buddha's Lamp Umbrella fixed its gaze on Fang Yu—and wherever its eyes fell, everything turned golden. Then, a thunderous roar erupted from all directions.

Everywhere, voices chanted: "Submit. Submit."

Simultaneously, a massive golden hand shot forth from the umbrella, twisting sutras forming a celestial net that crushed down upon him.

"Submit? Submit your head."

As Fang Yu saw the golden hand approaching and heard the ceaseless chants of "submit," his primordial talisman stirred—immediately, waves of destructive light poured forth from it, and wherever it passed, all golden light and sutras shattered instantly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless explosions erupted; even the spirit Buddha shook violently, unable to remain seated on his lotus throne, and within the Ancient Buddha's Lamp Umbrella, tens of thousands of heavenly demons instantly exploded and died.

Xing Mie Xie's face immediately twisted with anguish—he never imagined his mid-grade Dao artifact, refined over years, could not restrain Fang Yu, and had just lost tens of thousands of the demons he'd captured.

Though heavenly demons dying was no great loss—he could always capture tens of thousands more from the Return-to-Nothing Realm—it was still a pity to lose them in a mere sparring match. Newly captured demons required time to convert, while already converted ones continuously generated prayer power.

Existing converted demons were far superior to wild ones.

"A mid-grade Dao artifact still cannot touch me."

Fang Yu immediately activated his talisman—ninety-nine beams of divine light lashed out toward Xing Mie Xie.

These ninety-nine beams were ninety-nine divine arts; now unleashed by Fang Yu, they radiated fierce aggression, piercing the void and crushing down upon Xing Mie Xie with overwhelming force.

"Incredibly powerful technique!"

As the ninety-nine beams converged, Xing Mie Xie was startled—he sensed mortal peril within them. He roared loudly and manifested his Heavenly-World Manifestation.

It was a vast star deity, its body wreathed in endless starlight forming belts, holding a star-tipped spear; with each strike, millions of starlights bloomed like fireworks, unleashing terrifying thunderstorms.

Xing Mie Xie's Heavenly-World Manifestation wielded a peerless spear art—each thrust unleashed celestial starlight thunder, each bolt carrying infinite, boundless power.

The spear technique itself carried a force of utter annihilation, unbreakable and unstoppable—each thrust surged like the great river Dajiang in full flood, unstoppable as the tide of destiny.

"To refine my Primordial Spirit Star Body, I came to the mortal world and observed secular dynasties for five hundred years! In those five centuries, I comprehended the shifting tides of worldly power and the inevitability of dynastic rise and fall—and thus created this technique: 'A Sigh Through a Thousand Autumns of Rise and Fall.' Please, Fang Yu, offer your guidance!"

As Xing Mie Xie spoke, he retracted his mid-grade Dao artifact, the Ancient Buddha's Lamp Umbrella, to shield his body, while simultaneously activating his Heavenly-World Manifestation. His battle spear never paused, unleashing countless spear shadows that pierced in all directions—each tip struck, and the air at that point twisted, collapsed, as if all qi had been overwhelmed by an unstoppable tide of destiny.

Countless explosions surged toward Fang Yu—the technique 'A Sigh Through a Thousand Autumns of Rise and Fall' felt like the crushing weight of history's relentless current, exerting terrifying pressure on his mind.

But the benefits of his trials in the Shrouding Heaven Realm with Jiang Shenwang now showed: facing this surging tide, Fang Yu remained unmoved; confronting the tide of history, he rose to become its master.

Under Fang Yu's will, his many divine arts transformed into a spear, striking directly against the enemy's spear.

This was a strike born of the soul—divinely sublime.

Two terrifying forces clashed here, their potent spiritual senses colliding.

Boom!

Xing Mie Xie was blasted backward.

"Strength—you lack mine. Will—I am no weaker."