Chapter 509: I, Fang Yu, Am Now Wealthy Beyond Measure!

In an instant, six Golden Core Realm divine clan kings and the two Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts, the Sun-Moon Essence Wheels, were suppressed by Fang Yu.

Inside the Fire of Discharge Divine Furnace, the six divine kings were not dead; they still shimmered with divine light, as if struggling—this revealed the divine clan's formidable life force.

Any human cultivator, whether a Golden Core expert or one who had passed the Wind-Fire Great Calamity and achieved a Heavenly Law Form, would have been dead beyond revival.

Yet the divine kings still lived, waiting for an opportunity to restore their strength.

Especially the Sun-Moon Essence Wheels, which were exerting every ounce of effort to break free from the Fire of Discharge Divine Furnace's restraint.

These two Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts had not lost any power during the earlier battle; they remained intact Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts, capable of unleashing immense might—but their masters had been suppressed by Fang Yu, so no elixirs would activate them to drive them into frenzy.

Without elixirs to incite them, these two Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts could naturally not escape the suppression of a High-Grade Dao Artifact.

Fang Yu would never allow these two Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts to escape; if sold on the market, they might cost tens of billions of elixirs—who would sell a Mid-Grade Dao Artifact, let alone a matched pair?

Even the eternal giants of major sects could not possess such a matched pair of Mid-Grade Dao Artifacts.

Even the Zhang Sect of Yuhua Sect, an immortal sovereign who had reached the fifth stage of Immortality—Creation Realm—would need over a thousand years to gather materials to forge such a pair from nothing, another thousand years to refine and fuse them, and yet another thousand years to undergo transformation before they could be completed; if materials were insufficient, they could never be finished.

Fang Yu had long known the divine clan kings were extravagantly wealthy, possessing countless magic treasures, so he struck first.

"Six divine kings, stop struggling. Though you are an exalted and tyrannical race of heaven and earth, this time, escape is impossible."

Fang Yu stood within the Fire of Discharge Divine Furnace, a Mid-Grade Dao Artifact appearing in his hand—the Sky-Piercing Divine Spear—and he prepared to strike again at these divine kings.

"Fang Yu! How dare you attack us! Do you know what you've done? But you still have a choice: submit to us, become our loyal dog and slave. When our armies arrive, we will grant you great glory—perhaps even make you lord of the Xuan Huang Great World!"

Amid a burst of divine light, the Great Xia Divine King spoke these tempting words.

This powerful divine king seemed to be constantly communicating with a distant realm across heaven and earth; divine qi descended slowly, gradually restoring his strength.

"Be your dog? Sorry, I can't."

At that moment, the Sky-Piercing Divine Spear pierced through the Great Xia Divine King's body.

This spear carried unimaginable power, capable of piercing through any body in heaven and earth—even the divine king's body was instantly impaled, flesh and blood scattering.

The Great Xia Divine King was now gravely wounded, on the brink of death.

"Aaaah! Fang Yu, you actually dared to injure me! Do you know how many troops our divine clan has prepared? Eighty billion—eighty billion! Had it not been for the immense magic power required to teleport here from distant spacetime, you'd already be our slaves! How dare you injure me! Kneel down and be my dog—then you might still live!"

The Great Xia Divine King flew into a rage, never expecting Fang Yu would ignore him and strike him down again.

Normally, a divine king like him, having forged a True God Seed anchored in the void, could draw divine power from the Void God Realm and recover from any injury—but now, this spear seemed to contain a terrifying destructive force that damaged his origin, making it hard for him to draw divine power from the divine realm, causing him immense agony.

"Noisy."

Fang Yu struck once more with the spear, leaving the Great Xia Divine King gravely wounded—but he did not kill him. From Fang Yu's perspective, he could see within the divine king's body a seed that continuously drew a strange power from the void whenever he was injured, restoring his body.

This strange power was divine energy from the divine realm—even the High-Grade Dao Artifact, the Fire of Discharge Divine Furnace, could not block its infiltration.

But the Sky-Piercing Divine Spear's strike had damaged the divine king's origin, which is why he was furious.

Fang Yu said nothing more; the Sky-Piercing Divine Spear struck repeatedly, severely wounding the remaining divine kings. Though these six divine kings could not be killed outright, Fang Yu had ways to torment them.

Moreover, once he met his junior brother Fang Han, these six divine kings were dead.

The World Tree was the perfect counter to the divine clan's True God Seeds and divine energy.

"Come on, kill us if you have the guts! Defying us will bring you no good end. Our divine clan intends to place the divine realm above the immortal realm—what grand ambition! You alone cannot stop it! If you strike us now, your future has only one outcome: death. Do you understand?!"

The Great He Divine King roared furiously.

Severely wounded and with his origin damaged, he had been pushed into a feral rage, roaring endlessly in the depths of the Fire of Discharge Divine Furnace, his eyes icy cold.

"Whatever grand ambitions you have, your treasures are mine."

Fang Yu remained unmoved, striking again with several spears, shattering the skulls of the six divine kings. From within each skull flew a six-pointed rhombus-shaped crystal space—clearly, the storage spaces within their bodies.

Within each space, countless magic treasures, elixirs, and Dao texts glowed.

What did it mean to be a divine king of the divine clan?

They were ancient minor giants of the Golden Core Realm, second only to the divine emperors in status among the divine clan.

Every human cultivator in the Golden Core Realm was wealthy—how much more so the divine kings of the divine clan?

The divine clan was an immensely powerful race, ruling many worlds, far wealthier than ordinary cultivators.

When Fang Yu opened the rhombus crystals, one after another magic treasure, elixir, and Dao text erupted forth.

"Powerful Top-Grade artifacts: Purple Star Emperor's Palace Sword, Thunder Swift Arc Light Blade, Break Army Club, Greedy Wolf Hook…"

As Fang Yu continued suppressing the six divine kings with the Mid-Grade Dao Artifact Sky-Piercing Divine Spear, he watched each magic treasure spew out.

Within his Fire of Discharge Divine Furnace, countless magic treasures now danced through the air, forming streams of light that converged into an ocean of artifacts.

Among the radiance, the most powerful and awe-inspiring were the Top-Grade artifacts—dozens of them, each radiating formidable might, flying alone or in groups through the void.

Especially a seven-foot-long Thunder Great Blade, where endless lightning flashed, exuding an aura of sovereign dominion over heaven and earth—a Top-Grade artifact forged from pure thunder energy, the Thunder Swift Arc Light Blade, the pinnacle of Top-Grade artifacts, just one step away from becoming a Low-Grade Dao Artifact.

With such a Top-Grade artifact, even a Top-Grade artifact armor of the same rank could not withstand a single slash; a Golden Core expert like Wan Luo could not endure even one strike from this blade.

A single slash would crack the Golden Core.

In other words, if a cultivator of the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities—Heavenly Man Realm—or the 6th Stage of Divine Abilities—Return to Oneness Realm—obtained this Top-Grade artifact, they could use it to fight above their realm!

Normally, the gap between cultivation realms was vast; ten Return to Oneness Realm experts attacking a Golden Core expert together could not defeat him—but with such a Top-Grade artifact, anything was possible. If the Golden Core expert was careless, his Golden Core could shatter instantly, his body cut down without mercy.

And such Top-Grade artifacts as the Thunder Swift Arc Light Blade numbered dozens more in the air, swirling—swords, halberds, spears, clubs, staves, maces… eighteen types of weapons, dazzling in variety.

This was a vast fortune.

Instantly, he had become fabulously rich.

With his current realm, Fang Yu immediately counted: he had seized six divine kings and acquired sixty-four Top-Grade artifacts, one thousand High-Grade artifacts, three thousand Mid-Grade artifacts, and seven thousand Low-Grade artifacts.

In total, Fang Yu had gained eleven thousand artifacts.

This many artifacts could fully arm every disciple of Yuhua Sect.

Fang Yu was finally truly wealthy.

In the past, even when disciples came to pay homage with fervent reverence, he would not bestow any fine treasures—he wouldn't even spare Nascent Soul elixirs, though White Sun elixirs were still acceptable.

Now, with so many artifacts in hand, Fang Yu could afford to be generous, rewarding those loyal to him.

These disciples, upon receiving treasures and venturing out to cultivate, might encounter immortal fortunes; when they submitted their contributions to him, his own strength would rise again.

This is a snowball-like development.

A treasure weapon, even a low-grade one, when bestowed, brings countless changes and can even cause a cultivator to rise instantly.

Think about it: if every disciple in Yuhua Sect who follows Fang Yu, even just an outer disciple, were given a treasure weapon, while other disciples held only legal artifacts or spirit artifacts, the gap would become immediately apparent—during outings, during the Shanhe Ranking Tournament, the benefits and rankings would grow ever wider.

The Yellow Great World is not short of ancient secret manuals or ancient cavern dwellings; it depends on whether disciples have celestial fortune. With greater strength, they gain more celestial fortune, and the treasures Fang Yu bestows are also the disciples' celestial fortune.

After this accounting, Fang Yu's face showed satisfaction, and then he turned his gaze to the elixirs revealed within the Fire God Furnace.

The elixirs of the Six Divine Kings were mostly a pitch-black elixir, like a cosmic black hole, meant for divine race cultivation—called Black Divine Elixir. To the divine race, it was equivalent to a "Nascent Soul Elixir," but human cultivators could not consume it; doing so would trigger poison and cause sudden death.

Of course, the Black Divine Elixir could be consumed by the Heavenly Demons, who found it utterly delicious, for the Heavenly Demons were created by the divine race, essentially their pigs and dogs.

But then again, using Black Divine Elixir to feed Heavenly Demons was an extravagance beyond measure—on par with using Nascent Soul Elixirs to feed pigs in human cultivation.

Who among the wastrels would do such a thing?

Fang Han would never do such a thing.

Fang Yu did raise hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Demons within the Five Hell King Cauldron, but even these hundreds of thousands were still too few, and the Five Hell King Cauldron's rank was now too low—unless it ascended to a low-grade Dao Artifact, could it collect more Heavenly Demons, even Heavenly Demon Kings, and feed them Black Divine Elixir.

Otherwise, once a Heavenly Demon ascended to a Heavenly Demon King, the Five Hell King Cauldron could not control it, and the Heavenly Demon King would escape.

Fang Yu had no immediate use for these Black Divine Elixirs; his gaze turned again to the seven gourds.

Coiled around the gourds were several strange nine-headed serpents, of an unknown strange race from the cosmos.

From within the gourds radiated immense medicinal power, surging like tides, as if they contained not pills but entire mountains of medicine—far stronger than the Yin-Yang Wan Shou Elixir, Lei Gu Relic Elixir, and Dragon God Elixir, even surpassing these Heaven-grade elixirs.

When Fang Yu used a Great Cutting Technique to slice open one of the gourds, he saw what lay inside.

Seven pills.

Not seven great mountains.

Yet the medicinal qi within each pill was terrifying, as if each were a mountain.

Each pill was the size of a fist, surrounded by radiant flames—flames formed entirely from condensed medicinal qi, which coalesced into a gate, faintly visible.

The medicinal qi was nearly solidified into true form!

This meant the pills were on the verge of becoming Immortal Elixirs.