Chapter 564

In the sky hung countless massive, brilliant stars, their light bathing the earth in a dreamlike glow.

The Star Hall—clearly an independent space created by the Daoist San Shou—when Fang Yu stepped into this hall, he entered that isolated realm.

The Water Palace itself lay in another dimension; within its subsidiary halls lay yet another space. Such techniques revealed San Shou Daoist's immense power.

Fang Yu murmured in admiration and stepped into the thatched hut, where he saw a row of books placed neatly on a table beside it, their covers inscribed with elegant script.

Star Scroll One.

Star Scroll Two.

Star Scroll Three.

……

There were exactly forty-three volumes.

Fang Yu picked up Star Scroll One, opened it, and saw black pages with golden characters—not arcane cultivation techniques, but records of bygone eras.

"Today, Chang came to pay his respects to me…"

The simple words, when read aloud, carried a peculiar Daoic resonance. At that moment, Fang Yu seemed to return to the past, to the scene where the Primordial Divine Demon met his friend; mysterious scripture sounds flowed through the void, and the scene shifted.

One by one, divine demons came here to pay homage to the Primordial Divine Demon, San Shou Daoist, leaving their traces behind.

Gradually, every blade of grass, every tree, every stone, every stream within this hall seemed imbued with the breath of Dao, saturated with infinite Daoic mysteries—even a tiny clump of grass held a different Dao.

High above, the stars blazed brilliantly, each one containing a unique Dao.

One star, one Dao.

This Dao was not the Great Dao—it was Dao itself.

Nostalgia was Dao; love, hate, emotion, and resentment were Dao; raindrops were Dao; brooks were Dao; even beneath the barren mountain lay Dao.

"One withering, one flourishing—the Dao of Withering and Flourishing."

At this moment, Fang Yu sensed the difference between the mountain's peak and its base, perceiving the subtle flavor of Dao.

One withering, one flourishing—the Great Dao of Withering and Flourishing.

This Dao existed between the mountain's peak and base; the contrast revealed it.

The transformation of withering and flourishing arose from the external world; once Fang Yu comprehended it, it acted upon his body, triggering profound, mysterious changes within him.

"What has he realized? His speed of Dao comprehension is astonishing!"

As Fang Yu sank into the Realm of Dao Comprehension, a void somewhere opened, and the black ox widened its eyes: "Incredible. Fang Yu's realm is too high—he slipped so easily into such a profound state of Dao insight."

The black ox understood clearly.

These scrolls were guides, capable of leading cultivators into an ultra-deep state of contemplation. But what one comprehended depended entirely on one's prior accumulation.

"I can't tell what he's comprehended yet, but each star holds a different Dao. Hmm, look at his body—it seems to be changing. What kind of change is this? What's happening to him?"

The yellow bear suddenly turned pale, and even the black ox's expression darkened sharply, for in their eyes, Fang Yu's body underwent a mysterious transformation: sometimes his form turned withered and yellow, skin wrinkled and cracked, as if aged thousands of years and on the verge of death; at other times, he resembled a newborn infant—smooth, tender, pure white, radiating the scent of new life.

One withering, one flourishing—mysterious transformations rippled through Fang Yu's body.

Amidst this cycle of withering and flourishing, his bodily structure shifted: sometimes his form became a body wreathed in boundless thunder, sometimes transparent as glass, revealing his internal organs to the outside world, sometimes turning to stone as solid as a boulder, sometimes sprouting long hairs, each crimson as if stained with ill omen.

"Not withering, not flourishing—yet both withering and flourishing…"

Decay, death, vitality, yin and yang, transformation, withering and flourishing—all manifested within Fang Yu's body. At this moment, the Great Primordial Technique once again unleashed its immense power; Fang Yu's entire being shifted constantly with the heavens, stars, and cosmic space, adjusting his body in real time to achieve the optimal state.

Fang Yu was fully immersed in comprehension; his thoughts flickered, sparks of wisdom leaping within his third eye.

Suddenly, Fang Yu's body exploded into a thick cloud of blood mist, leaving only his head, flying wildly above the mist.

Yes.

At this moment, apart from his head, every other part of his body—his organs, arms, legs, even his hands cultivated into the Yellow Veil Heaven Hand and Star Plucking Hand—exploded.

Yet as his body shattered, Fang Yu did not die, nor did he feel sorrow or pain—he felt joy, for this was the result of his comprehension of his flesh's profound mysteries, triggered by his insight into the Jin Jiashen's divine power, the Dao of Withering and Flourishing, and the myriad Daoic subtleties of past ages.

"Xu Yuan Qi transforms, flesh reassembles—who is the true god? Immortal Body!"

From Fang Yu's skull, a vast, overwhelming will surged forth.

Immediately, the blood mist coalesced, forming countless talismans, transforming into various Daoic Divine Abilities, then intertwining into five viscera, six bowels, meridians, bones, and even numerous divine acupoints.

His flesh, after shattering, could be reassembled!

A stronger, more perfect body solidified; Fang Yu's head reattached to his lower body, and boundless power radiated from every pore of his being.

With a single breath, Fang Yu summoned a violent hurricane that surged through the space, its fierce currents slicing through the air.

Fang Yu had no doubt—this casual exhalation alone could blow away several great mountains.

The power of his lungs' breath had reached such an extreme level.

"Longevity Secret Realm, second stage—the mystery of the Immortal Body—I'm understanding it more and more. But my head still cannot be moved lightly; I am only half an Immortal Body."

Fang Yu stood in the void, sensing the myriad mysteries.

He had already cultivated half an Immortal Body while still in the Golden Core Realm—a feat utterly impossible for other cultivators.

Which cultivator could leap across realms while still at the 7th Stage of Divine Abilities, Golden Core Realm, and attain the Immortal Ability only possible in the Immortal Body stage?

This defied all cultivation norms!

Yet Fang Yu had indeed cultivated the Immortal Body—even if only half.

More precisely, this was the Blood Rebirth of the Wild Ancient Realm's Divine Demons.

Regarding Blood Rebirth and the Immortal Body, Fang Yu now understood more and more clearly: while a mere flesh body, once destroyed, could not easily regenerate, he had comprehended the subtleties of the Divine Demon's power and the Dao of Withering and Flourishing, directly fusing boundless talismanic Dao with his own flesh and blood.

His flesh particles contained Daoic talismans—his flesh was no longer mere flesh.

Even if destroyed, even if severed by a blade, he could still condense new flesh from boundless talismans.

Now, Fang Yu had truly reached the state where as long as one breath remained, he could not die.

Especially after his body shattered and reassembled, his Yellow Veil Heaven Hand and Star Plucking Hand abilities still revived—and could even be swapped.

Originally, his right hand was the Yellow Veil Heaven Hand, and his left hand was the Star Plucking Hand; now, having reached the half-Immortal Body stage, he could assign the Yellow Veil Heaven Hand to his left and the Star Plucking Hand to his right.

All of this was as easy as turning over one's hand.

Fang Yu now stood in the void, sensing his own body. Within his body, according to the Great Origin Art, the Great Star Art, the Great Five Elements Art, and such, the three thousand Great Daos circulated, condensing many new acupoints. At this moment, he was merely standing in the void, yet many stars above the Star Hall poured down star power, which he drew in.

In fact, if Fang Yu left the Star-Plucking Immortal Mansion and reached the outside world, the moment he revealed himself, he could draw upon boundless Xu Yuan Qi of heaven and earth.

The three thousand Great Daos blessing a half-immortal body, condensing new acupoints — it was simply a perfect match.

Still, Fang Yu felt a touch of regret. If he could have obtained the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Force of the Holy King Realm, and cultivated it to the legendary third transformation, the Void Transformation, then his meridians could transform into endless spacetime passages, drawing boundless high-grade world energy into his body — wouldn't he then be able to casually fight across levels?

A pity he hadn't obtained it.

But now, it was enough.

"I am going to challenge the ninth layer of the War God Hall."