Chapter 511: The Broken Bell That Shook the Wang Tu of Ten Thousand Realms!

No wonder these divine clan members walk through this ruin as if it were flat ground.

After Fang Yu directly obtained the memories of one Divine King, he discovered that this Divine King had mastered the Great Curse Art among the Three Thousand Great Dao, and had cultivated it to a considerable realm.

Since arriving at this ancient ruin, they had been like fish in water, absorbing the curse energy everywhere, their strength surging forward rapidly.

Fortunately, Fang Yu acted immediately against the six Divine Kings without hesitation; otherwise, with only his own strength, he might have let one escape—something that would have been disastrous.

Behind the Divine Lords stood the Divine Kings; behind these six Divine Kings stood the Divine Emperor—their patron, the Hate Heaven Divine Emperor, a terrifying being who had cultivated to the Immortal Body stage of the Longevity Secret Realm.

Facing such a being, Fang Yu was currently nowhere near a match—but he figured if the Hate Heaven Divine Emperor showed up, he should go seek out Feng Baiyu for revenge.

Disciples should face disciples, titans should face titans—that's fairness.

But in this universe, where is true fairness? If an Immortal Body were to crush Fang Yu, a Golden Core realm cultivator, Fang Yu had other plans.

At this moment, Fang Yu had already crippled the six Divine Kings and suppressed two mid-grade Dao treasures; he now observed the ruin's scenes through his spiritual sense inside the Fire God Furnace.

Dozens of li away, black winds filled the sky; terrifying curse energy flowed through them. Some unlucky Imperial Princes failed to escape in time—once struck by the black wind, they instantly turned to ash, dying violently.

The cleverer Imperial Princes sensed danger and fled swiftly.

All were cultivators above the Heavenly Man Realm; when they truly fled, their speed was astonishing—they vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha, our Weitaiyi Sect disciples have gained tremendous benefits this time! This ancient ruin terrifies other cultivators, but we don't care—our twelve disciples combined to unleash the Catastrophe of the End Times; what are mere curses to us?"

At another location, Zhao Xuanyi, Song Weiyi, Zhou Chuyi, and other Weitaiyi Sect disciples—twelve in total—linked their Golden Core realms together, spinning in unison to activate a Divine Art.

Wuuu… wuuu…

It sounded as if heaven wept, ghosts and gods howled; countless chilling screams echoed through the void, even cracking the fabric of space itself, with faint traces of blood seeping from the fissures—as if heaven had been severed and bled.

Catastrophe of the End Times!

Twelve Golden Core disciples of Weitaiyi Sect had unleashed the sect's supreme Divine Art: Catastrophe of the End Times.

The power of this supreme Divine Art was far stronger than the Black Sun Wind Disaster or the Great Sun Fire Disaster—it was the most formidable and terrifying among the Three Disasters, leaving devastation in its wake: the end times arrived, calamities erupted, and the universe seemed ready to return to primordial chaos.

The so-called curse-black wind had no resistance at all before the Catastrophe of the End Times—it shattered instantly.

Think of it: the very name "Catastrophe of the End Times" reveals the terrifying nature of this supreme Divine Art—its appearance meant all voids became end times, all living beings would suffer calamities without mercy.

This was the hardest Divine Art to cultivate among Weitaiyi Sect's Three Disasters and Nine Trials; even their Golden Core disciples required twelve to successfully activate it.

But once activated by twelve experts, wherever the Catastrophe of the End Times passed, all creatures and anomalies within the ruin were obliterated.

From a cliff wall, countless blood shadows had emerged and rushed forward—but before they could reach, they spontaneously disintegrated into countless blood-flesh runes, sucked into the Catastrophe's calamity clouds, coating the Golden Cores of the twelve Weitaiyi disciples with a layer of bloodlight.

The Golden Cores of these twelve experts grew ever more brilliant, as if nourished by vital blood.

"Hahaha, excellent, excellent—this ruin truly holds some treasures! Look at those things: beings corrupted by anomalous curses, normally impossible to refine—but what are they against our Catastrophe of the End Times?"

The dozen Weitaiyi junior titans laughed.

Every strange, anomalous curse they destroyed granted them power; especially the top-grade magic treasures hidden in this ruin, swept into their calamity clouds and seized by their hands.

Even as Golden Core experts, they did not disdain such top-grade magic treasures—after all, if they forged them themselves, each would take over a hundred years, wasting precious cultivation time.

"By the way, what about the Black幽King beside the Second Imperial Prince? Shouldn't we kill him? If we slay this old demon, we'll gain massive merit points in our sect and earn great renown across the celestial and demonic sects."

"The Black幽King must die. Though he has reached the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities, the Heavenly Manifestation, to us he's no more than an ant—easily crushed. But fellow disciples, Yuhua Sect has recently drawn too much attention: Fang Yu humiliated Brother Xuanyi and you, Weiyi, and rose to prominence, gaining fame among celestial and demonic sects. This is unacceptable."

At this, Zhou Chuyi spoke, mentioning "Fang Yu" by name, his expression utterly cold.

"Hmph, Brother Chuyi, I will avenge last time. I'm about to refine the Six-Eyed Seal God Stele to its peak top-grade magic treasure state. After we slay the Black幽King and earn merit, I'll ask our Elders to refine it into a low-grade Dao treasure—then I'll reclaim my honor and find an excuse to kill Fang Yu!"

Zhao Xuanyi listened as Zhou Chuyi spoke to him, his face darkening—but he accepted it. After all, as a legendary Golden Core junior titan of Weitaiyi Sect, he had been defeated by Fang Yu—this was a disgrace; only Fang Yu's blood could atone for it.

"Yuhua Sect has indeed drawn much attention lately: Fang Yu, Fang Qingxue, Meng Shaobai, and now Fang Han is also rising. Fortunately, Hua Tiandu is fully loyal to our Weitaiyi Sect—otherwise, things would be troublesome."

Song Weiyi gritted his teeth and spoke. "The three Fang family disciples in Yuhua Sect are truly a problem. Fang Qingxue—no need to say more—she's the reincarnation of the Thunder Mother, a grave threat. Fang Yu—how did he cultivate so fast? In less than a year, he reached such power. And Fang Han—he somehow obtained a magic treasure capable of mass-producing our Weitaiyi Sect's Nascent Soul Pills. This has already drawn the attention of our Sect Master and many other Sect Masters. If Feng Baiyu didn't possess the Heaven Emperor Mirror, we would have already forced Yuhua Sect to hand over Fang Han."

"Naturally. Only our Weitaiyi Sect can mass-produce Nascent Soul Pills. This cannot be questioned. Fang Han producing them in quantity is a direct challenge to our sect's authority—it must be crushed mercilessly."

"Enough. First, secure the treasures here. Then we'll deal with those demonic outsiders—Black幽King, all kinds of rogue cultivators—wipe them all out. Their treasures, once seized, will be a small fortune."

"Exactly!"

As the twelve Weitaiyi Golden Core experts spoke, they continued advancing, and along their path, none could stand against them.

"Hmph, I hadn't even planned to deal with you yet, and yet you still can't forget me."

After the twelve Golden Core experts moved forward, Fang Yu sensed their murderous intent—he realized his sudden fame across celestial and demonic sects, especially his display of power before the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, had drawn their killing intent.

These disciples clearly wouldn't rest until they eradicated him.

If so, Fang Yu decided to play along.

He didn't rush to confront them directly; instead, he began moving through the ruin.

Fang Yu had acquired the Great Curse Art of the Three Thousand Great Dao, but he couldn't cultivate it onto his own Golden Core—he already had ninety-nine Divine Abilities on it, full to capacity; adding more would cause overflow. But his many magic treasures—low-grade and high-grade Dao treasures—all had spirit entities, and these spirit entities could cultivate Divine Arts.

Thus, Fang Yu's Dao treasure spirit entities began cultivating the Great Curse Art. Their cultivation speed was extremely fast, for they were already spirit entities who had attained Dao—they faced no barriers in comprehending the Great Curse Art.

In the blink of an eye, the spirit entities of Fang Yu's low-grade and high-grade Dao treasures condensed the Great Curse Art's runes.

Immediately after forming the runes, the spirit entities reached out and seized the seven mirrors and the blood-patterned bow Fang Yu had previously obtained, absorbing all the curse energy within them. Instantly, the mirrors and bow turned to ash, while the Great Curse Art cultivated by the Dao treasure spirit entities gradually formed into a formation.

What kind of formation was this?

At a glance, it radiated all manner of ill omen, anomaly, and revulsion—seeing it caused unbearable discomfort. Its Dao patterns leapt through the void; each leap stirred one's blood, spirit, and mind, inflicting unbearable pain.

Fang Yu had never seen such an ugly, repulsive, and eerie formation—but once it fully coalesced, the entire ruin became his backyard. All manner of anomalous curse energy was drawn toward him, flowing into the Fire God Furnace, and Fang Yu felt refreshed and invigorated.

His spiritual sense spread farther; he activated the Fire God Furnace, which darted like a ghostly spirit, releasing torrents of true qi.

In one section of the ruin, a cliff wall was sliced open by the White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash, revealing an arrow—ancient in appearance, weathered and worn, radiating intense curse energy.

In another ruin site, a bone staff exuding eerie energy, carved with countless totemic figures, was seized directly.

Simultaneously, in a sealed chamber, a wall was vaporized by the Red Emperor Fire Emperor Qi, revealing a great sword, also seized immediately.

In the next instant, Fang Yu saw a broken bell. This broken bell bore no curse or ill omen aura—but at this moment, his Wang Tu of Ten Thousand Realms trembled slightly. Fang Yu was stunned—and then overjoyed.

What was the Wang Tu of Ten Thousand Realms? It was the supreme treasure capable of transporting him across the myriad worlds—he could directly travel to the world of Zhē Tiān and meet Ye Fan when he was still a mortal, or journey to the Perfect World and meet Shi Hao when he was still a child.

Though he didn't know its rank, it was certainly no ordinary item. In all past years, the Wang Tu of Ten Thousand Realms had only one function: transporting Fang Yu across the myriad worlds.

Now, this Wang Tu of Ten Thousand Realms trembled at the sight of that broken bell—proving it was undoubtedly a treasure of immense significance.

The broken bell, capable of shaking the Ten Thousand Worlds Prince Wang, was truly inconceivable.

But there was no time to ponder now; Fang Yu directly used the Ten Thousand Worlds Prince Wang to absorb the broken bell, then continued his teleportation.

His speed was even faster than that of the twelve Jin Dan experts of Bitaiyi Sect, and he wielded Great Void Technique, instantly teleporting through space to appear ahead of the twelve Jin Dan experts of Bitaiyi Sect.

Countless treasures were seized by Fang Yu during his teleportations, while the twelve Jin Dan experts of Bitaiyi Sect chased after him, kicking up dust.

"What? Why is there nothing here?!"

"Who is this thief, daring to steal my treasures?!"

"Damn, who is that? It looks like those black-robed men from beside Prince of the Blood."

When the twelve Jin Dan experts of Bitaiyi Sect rushed down, they saw every place with strong aura had been opened, and powerful magic treasures had been stolen — the speed of the theft was horrifying.

Instantly, the twelve Jin Dan experts were utterly enraged — someone had dared to steal so much right before their eyes.