Chapter 490

The Grand World, the Manghuang Ji Realm.

"It's this world after all—truly excellent…"

When Fang Yu's divine sense turned toward the "Manghuang Ji" Realm within the Wang Tu of Ten Thousand Worlds, his mood was exceedingly pleasant.

Because this too is a Grand World, filled with countless magic treasures, benefits, and beings no weaker than the immortals of the Eternal Life Realm.

In the Manghuang Realm, there are Kua Fu chasing the sun, Hou Yi shooting down the Jin Wu, and countless cultivators who endure the Three Calamities and Nine Ordeals for freedom and eternal life, unafraid even of death.

At the world's inception, the Three Realms were a primordial chaos, yet from that chaos emerged many Heavenly Gods, True Gods, and Ancestral Gods.

The Ancestral Gods were born wielding the Dao of Heaven—such as Pangu, Nüwa, Fuxi, Fenghuang, Zu Long, Zhurong, Gonggong, Shu Shou, Gou Mang, and Hou Tu.

The True Gods were born wielding the Great Dao—such as Bodhi, San Shou, San Qing, and Buddha.

The Heavenly Gods were born wielding ordinary Dao, and could enjoy infinite lifespan.

The Manghuang Ji Realm is a cultivation world, yet differs somewhat from the cultivation of the Eternal Life Realm; yet when the two immortal paths collide and their magic treasures intermingle, it is truly exhilarating.

Of course, Fang Yu could not yet return through the void, for Fang Han was still here.

"Fang Han, younger brother, I plan to return to Yuhua Sect—what are your intentions?"

Fang Yu spoke, his divine sense focused on the "Manghuang Ji Realm" within the Wang Tu of Ten Thousand Worlds.

"Brother Fang is returning to Yuhua Sect? I'm not in a hurry to go back. I'm currently at the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities, Heavenly Man Realm; it's hard to break through to the Return to Oneness Realm within the sect. I'd rather go out and train. If I can gain some extraordinary fortune and break through to the Return to Oneness Realm, that would be a stroke of luck."

Fang Han paused, then spoke.

"In that case, younger brother Fang, we part ways. I hope you find divine fortune and break through to the Return to Oneness Realm."

Fang Yu nodded.

"Brother, the same to you—I wish you may soon overcome the Wind and Fire Great Calamity."

Fang Han bowed.

The two parted ways.

"The Wind and Fire Great Calamity truly requires careful preparation."

After parting from younger brother Fang Han, Fang Yu headed directly toward Yuhua Sect.

He pondered his next stage of cultivation. For him now, the hardest trial in the Divine Ability Secret Realm was undoubtedly the next one—the Wind and Fire Great Calamity.

Especially since he had cultivated ninety-nine Divine Abilities; once wind and fire ignited within his Golden Core, the power would be unimaginably terrifying, truly capable of reducing his Golden Core to ash.

This trial must be approached with the utmost caution—if he survives it, then Heavenly Manifestation, defying fate, will no longer be problems.

Throughout history, many outstanding geniuses gained extraordinary fortunes in the Heavenly Man Realm and Return to Oneness Realm, cultivating thirty, even fifty to eighty Divine Abilities to reach the Golden Core Realm—but when the Wind and Fire Great Calamity came, its power was hundreds, even thousands of times greater than others', and they perished under it.

Yuhua Sect itself had some geniuses who excelled in the Golden Core Realm, yet died in the Wind and Fire Great Calamity, leaving all the Elders of Yuhua Sect deeply sorrowful.

This is why Xi Jialan and Dong Lingxiao remain in the Golden Core Realm and have not attempted the Wind and Fire Great Calamity—they have no confidence at all.

The Wind and Fire Great Calamity is like the Three Calamities and Nine Ordeals of the Manghuang Ji Realm: if you pass, benefits are endless; if you fail, you are reduced to ash. If you fail but do not die, you become a wandering immortal.

Fang Yu is indeed extremely cautious about the Wind and Fire Great Calamity, but now that he has opened a new world—the Manghuang Ji Realm—it will greatly aid him in overcoming it.

As Fang Yu pondered these matters, he shot through the void like wind and lightning, his Great Devouring Art combined with Bai Di's Golden Emperor Slash producing terrifying, boundless speed beyond mortal imagination.

Soon, he arrived among the mountains of Yuhua Sect.

But he suddenly halted, for he saw a strange sight: the white clouds above Yuhua Sect's mountains were converging toward a single peak, then being drawn in and expelled.

Upon that peak, it seemed as if a colossal ancient beast lay dormant, breathing.

"Kunpeng's inhalation and exhalation—Meng Shaobai obtained a Kunpeng egg? Used a parasitic technique to usurp the Kunpeng?"

Fang Yu's gaze fell upon it, and he deduced the truth.

He could sense that now, all air currents across Yuhua Sect's mountains flowed toward Meng Shaobai's peak, trembling ceaselessly.

Meng Shaobai's strength had indeed surged greatly—he likely had already overcome the Wind and Fire Great Calamity and would soon attain the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities, Heavenly Manifestation Realm.

Yet even if he reached the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities, Heavenly Manifestation Realm, if he dared provoke him, Fang Yu could crush him back into a dead dog.

Shuāi!

Fang Yu descended directly onto his own Yu Peak.

In the alchemy chamber of Yu Peak, before the Five Hell King Cauldron, several Fang family disciples were cultivating—such as Fang Cheng, once Fang Yu's younger brother in the Fang family.

Fang Cheng's cultivation base had now reached the 10th Stage of Physical Body, Realm of Divine Transformation, just one step away from entering the Divine Ability Secret Realm.

Yet even that step remained extremely difficult—imagine refining one's spirit until it shattered the Shentongzhi Sect's gate and transformed into magic power—how arduous that was.

Fang Cheng was not in a rush, still inhaling and exhaling Xu Yuan Qi.

But Fang Dong, another Fang family disciple beside him, muttered complaints. "Ever since Meng Shaobai returned, who knows what Divine Ability he's cultivating—he's absorbing so much Xu Yuan Qi that he's drained 99% of the earth-fire essence, and even drawn the sun's true fire to his peak—damn it."

"Say less. What is Meng Shaobai's status? He's a true disciple of Yuhua Sect, wielding great power. We may be Fang family, but we're only inner sect disciples—don't gossip behind his back. Focus on reaching the Divine Ability Secret Realm first."

Fang Cheng shook his head.

"Fang Cheng, Fang Dong—your cultivation is quite good. You've both reached the 10th Stage of Physical Body. If you take more Nascent Soul Pills and gain some extraordinary fortune, you'll break into the Divine Ability Secret Realm."

At that moment, Fang Yu's voice sounded.

"Ah, Elder Brother Fang!"

"Greetings, Elder Brother Fang!"

Fang Cheng and Fang Dong, hearing the familiar voice, immediately rose and bowed to Fang Yu.

"Hmm… Huh? Is this Qingwei?"

Fang Yu had waved his hand, but his gaze suddenly fixed on a cat nearby—the cat was cute, yet its eyes always held a hint of displeasure.

From Fang Yu's perspective, this cat possessed distinctly human traits.

"Yes, Elder Brother Fang. Young Lady went out to train, so we brought the Second Young Lady here to cultivate."

Fang Cheng replied, bowing respectfully toward the cat nearby.

"No matter. When the chance arises, I'll petition the Zhang Sect for an edict to see if I can restore her."

Fang Yu spoke, though inwardly he had no such intention.

But when he mentioned Fang Qingwei, he remembered someone.

Young Master Chunan of Wuji Star Palace.

If this man came to the Yellow Great World and kidnapped Fang Qingwei to make her his two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eighth concubine, it still wouldn't be allowed.

"Now that my Yu Peak has been nourished by immortal qi, it bears the aura of a celestial paradise—but Meng Shaobai dares to ignore the cultivation of other disciples, hoarding only the earth-fire Xu Yuan Qi of Yuhua Sect for himself. This is outrageous. I'll set up a few forbidden arrays first."

Fang Yu clapped his hands, and a diagram depicting a thousand bright moons rose slowly. Then over a hundred flying swords leapt into the air, instantly entering the diagram—sword qi surged, shooting skyward, transforming into a thousand bright moons that spun endlessly around Yu Peak.

This was the "Yanyue Sword Array" Fang Yu obtained from the "Thief Who Stabs the Moon." One diagram within it was an ultimate-grade treasure, and among the hundred-plus flying swords, five were ultimate-grade treasure swords, the rest being upper-grade treasure swords.

When the diagram and swords were combined to form the great array, even a Golden Core Realm expert could be slain instantly.

Then Fang Yu activated the Great Five Elements Art, laying down numerous energy veins—a transformation of the Great Five Elements Art. Once planted upon Yu Peak, it gave the mountain an impregnable, unshakable feeling.

Yes, impregnable.

At this moment, Fang Yu's Great Five Elements Art instantly refined Yu Peak—the mountain immediately glowed in five colors and grew upward, reaching several thousand zhang in height.

Fang Yu's palace now stood atop this several-thousand-zhang peak, and looking down, he felt as if overseeing all surrounding mountains.

Beneath this true-disciple peak, it was tightly fused with the earth-fire, seemingly anchored to the entire earth. Even a 9th Stage of Divine Abilities cultivator, with boundless strength, could never uproot Fang Yu's mountain.

And Fang Yu stood atop his newly formed Yu Peak, gazing down upon Meng Shaobai's true-disciple peak.

This sight immediately drew the attention of many true-disciple disciples.

On one peak, several true-disciple disciples were discussing.

"Yuhua Sect had finally enjoyed a few peaceful days, and now Meng Shaobai has returned. This little immortal doesn't know what divine ability he's cultivating every day, but he makes such a huge commotion—siphoning eighty percent of the earth-fire essence from the surrounding mountains, and even ninety-nine percent of the solar and lunar essence from the heavens. It's outrageous."

"True. Look at Senior Fang Yu—he's always rewarded disciples of the sect. Anyone who sincerely pledges loyalty to him receives Five Elements Xu Yuan Qi. Fang Han does the same—if someone truly commits to him, he even grants Nascent Soul Pills. What is Meng Shaobai doing?"

"I heard Meng Shaobai has declared he'll give Senior Fang Yu a lesson once he returns. Who do you think will win?"

"Senior Fang Yu is immensely powerful in Yuhua Sect—even a Golden Core expert like Wan Luo isn't his match. But Meng Shaobai's cultivation base is likely already beyond Golden Core. Wan Luo means nothing before him."

"Look—what's that?"

At that moment, a brilliant radiance suddenly blazed across the sky.

Several disciples saw the peak where Fang Yu stood—sword qi crisscrossed, a thousand bright moons suspended everywhere.

"A great array—its power is overwhelming! Such a piercing sword array! What sword array is that? Good heavens, those flying swords are too powerful—they look like ultimate-grade treasure swords!"

The commotion Fang Yu created atop his own peak instantly surpassed Meng Shaobai's. Especially when he raised his mountain, it drew everyone's attention—even Meng Shaobai, who was cultivating within his peak, seemed to notice. He halted his massive absorption and began observing.

Every true-disciple disciple present was stunned. Wan Luo, Lingxiao, West Jialan, and even some great Elders of Yuhua Sect's Elder Tiangong were all startled.

"So powerful—how can I ever compete now? His sword array is such a grand gesture. So many ultimate-grade and upper-grade treasures—he treats these precious artifacts like vegetables?"

Wan Luo, watching the overwhelming aura rising from Yu Peak, roared inwardly in fury.

As a former Golden Core disciple, he owned only one or two ultimate-grade treasures—and back then, he ranked among the top five true-disciple disciples of Yuhua Sect. But now, Fang Yu's sword array contained five ultimate-grade treasure swords alone.

If Fang Yu wished, he could simply hurl this entire array at Wan Luo's face—without even lifting a finger, he could obliterate him!

The gap between them was growing ever wider.