Chapter 570

Fang Yu sensed that this "little immortal" currently possessed at least five million Xuan Huang Lie Ma units of magic power—remarkable indeed for one in the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities, Realm of the Heavenly and Earthly Manifestation.

If he had cultivated the Great Primordial Art while in the 9th Stage of Divine Abilities, adding his nine brain seas would instantly multiply his magic power by forty-five million Xuan Huang Lie Ma units, allowing him to rival the peak of the Longevity Secret Realm.

But he never obtained the Great Primordial Art, so he remained with only five million Xuan Huang Lie Ma units.

"Meng Shaobai, congratulations on forming the Heavenly and Earthly Manifestation. Now, defeating you should leave you truly convinced."

Fang Yu's body shot upward.

"Hmph, Fang Yu, I'm also eager now. Blood must stain the Wu Sheng Sword to consecrate it. Since you so desperately wish to die, I shall oblige you."

Meng Shaobai spoke harsh words that instantly transformed into a radiant light soaring into the heavens.

Fang Yu likewise transformed into a radiant light and shot upward.

These two mighty prodigies of the Yuhua Sect were destined to clash—whose victory would grant them the chance to become the next Zhang Sect of the Yuhua Sect, though only after the current Zhang Sect retired to become a Taishang Elder.

This duel drew countless spectators; nearly every true disciple and Elder of the Yuhua Sect had come.

At this moment, Elder Tian Xing sat within the Tian Xing Palace watching, while two other eternal titans of the Longevity Secret Realm stood before the palace, observing.

One was Jiang Rourou, the Rourou Xianzun; the other was Ruyi Zi, Master of Hua Tiandu.

These two eternal titans of the Longevity Secret Realm studied Fang Yu and Meng Shaobai on the Tian Xing Platform, yet they could not interfere.

The Yuhua Sect's rules forbade any interference when true disciples fought on the Tian Xing Platform—even eternal titans of the Longevity Secret Realm were prohibited.

The Yuhua Sect's Tian Xing Platform was no different from the Lun Dao Hall of the Manghuang Ji Realm's Hei Bai Xue Gong; the Lun Dao Hall allowed disciples to fight through spirit-controlled puppets, while the Tian Xing Platform resolved karmic conflicts—if one killed the other, the conflict ended.

Over the ages, many prodigies had died on the Yuhua Sect's Tian Xing Platform.

"Meng Shaobai has indeed formed the Heavenly and Earthly Manifestation—a mighty Peng Primordial Spirit, possessing traits of the ancient Peng. Even if he cannot devour all things, his command over wind surpasses all others. I have great faith in Meng Shaobai, Rourou Xianzun—what of you?"

Ruyi Zi toyed with a Ruyi scepter, his gaze like a venomous snake fixed on Fang Yu atop the Tian Xing Platform, a faint sneer occasionally flickering at his lips.

"Hmm?"

On the Tian Xing Platform, Fang Yu's expression shifted slightly as his eyes noticed the two eternal titans below.

When his gaze fell upon them, Jiang Rourou—the delicate, secluded young lady—smiled slightly, offering encouragement; Ruyi Zi, however, let out another cold snort, his mocking intent directly piercing Fang Yu's mind.

"Ruyi Zi? He is Hua Tiandu's master. Clearly, we are destined to clash—I will destroy him one day."

Fang Yu immediately felt murderous intent toward Ruyi Zi; he knew such a hardened supporter of Hua Tiandu could never be swayed—his only course was to kill him.

He had acquired many treasures during his journey to the Manghuang Ji Realm, such as the Star-Plucking Hand taught to him by the Three-Souls Daoist of Chaos, which contained power surpassing the Longevity Secret Realm, plus a high-grade Dao artifact and a pure yang magic treasure—properly wielded, they could surely obliterate Ruyi Zi and strike Hua Tiandu a crushing blow.

But he had no need to plan Ruyi Zi's death now; his priority was to deal with Meng Shaobai.

"Fang Yu, how can you afford to look around while facing me? Had I moved just now, you would already be dead."

A cold, lethal voice reached Fang Yu's ears—it was Meng Shaobai. This "little immortal" of the Yuhua Sect, young and clad in white robes, carried a precious sword on his back, still sheathed.

He stood with his hands clasped behind him, his dark eyes like a demonic god, with occasional winds flowing past him.

Meng Shaobai had retracted his Heavenly and Earthly Manifestation—this was his true body—but all could sense the terrifying power within him: a vast, overwhelming demonic energy, slowly circulating, causing the very qi of heaven and earth to seem on the verge of collapse.

This was the sign of immense power—capable of instantly draining all ambient qi, granting boundless advantage with every movement, even a single gesture triggering gales far fiercer than hurricanes.

Before the opponent even moved, they were already defeated.

This power of absorbing and exhaling qi, causing spatial collapse, even startled experts of the Longevity Secret Realm.

"The power of the ancient Peng is indeed impressive, but you, little Peng, if you dare bray before me, I will not hesitate to crush you."

Fang Yu's words fell into the arena, causing every face to change.

"Fang Yu is remarkably confident—I wonder what tricks he has up his sleeve. Meng Shaobai has now formed the Peng Manifestation—he is essentially a young Peng. If he grows, he will devour all."

Elder Tian Xing pondered.

He was currently in the first level of the Longevity Secret Realm, the Wan Shou Realm, but recently received Huang Quan Holy Water from Fang Han and was on the verge of breaking into the Shenjiu Society. He understood Meng Shaobai's condition perfectly.

Meng Shaobai's current state was that of a young Peng—the Peng's cub.

If an ancient Peng matured, it would swallow heaven and spit out sun and moon, devouring countless planets with a single breath; its size required star rivers as oceans.

Only by flying through endless star rivers could it feel even a hint of joy.

"Fang Yu, you are bold—daring to speak such words before me. Now you must die. No one in heaven or earth can save you!"

After Fang Yu spoke, Meng Shaobai grew furious—truly furious. Suddenly, six phantom wings appeared behind him, formed from the condensed qi of his Heavenly and Earthly Manifestation. With a single flutter, he merged into the wind.

In the wind beside Fang Yu, a precious sword instantly appeared—faster than imaginable.

If one blink equals sixty instants, this sword moved at one ten-millionth of an instant.

No one could dodge this sword.

"This sword is incredibly fast—nearly the limit below the Longevity Secret Realm. Had I still been in the Divine Ability Secret Realm, I could barely have avoided it."

Elder Tian Xing frowned.

"So fast—if I were on the Tian Xing Platform, I'd be dead already."

Jialan was greatly startled.

Though a veteran Jin Dan disciple, she had cultivated only a dozen or so Divine Abilities; she could still fight ordinary Jin Dan experts, but against Meng Shaobai's sword, she had no chance of blocking it.

This sword would instantly obliterate her Physical Body.

"Damn it—how can these rising prodigies grow stronger with each generation?"

Below the Tian Xing Platform, Dong Lingxiao's eyes glinted with envy.

His status was once extremely noble—he cultivated the Nine Dragon Qi, progressing smoothly to the Golden Core Realm of the Divine Ability Secret Realm, becoming one of the Yuhua Sect's Five True Disciples, a legendary Jin Dan minor titan.

In past years, he had enjoyed the reverence and worship of all Yuhua Sect disciples, living comfortably, awaiting the day he could safely pass the Wind and Fire Great Tribulation and form a Heavenly and Earthly Manifestation—then even the Longevity Secret Realm would be within reach.

But the Yuhua Sect had, without warning, welcomed one young genius after another: Fang Qingxue was one, advancing through realms as if there were no barriers, soon reaching the Jin Dan Realm.

And Meng Shaobai, the Yuhua Sect's "little immortal," reached the 6th Stage of Divine Abilities, Return to Oneness Realm, by age ten; after traveling outside, he not only attained the Jin Dan Realm but also passed the Wind and Fire Great Tribulation, forming the Heavenly and Earthly Manifestation.

That was the very realm he had longed for—now stolen by Meng Shaobai.

And as for Fang Yu, currently dueling Meng Shaobai—he was an unparalleled prodigy, having entered the Yuhua Sect less than a year ago and already risen from the Physical Body Secret Realm to the Golden Core Realm!

Is there any logic to this? Does the cultivation world have any rules left?

All who cultivate must follow rules; even the greatest genius who can reach the Divine Ability Secret Realm in a year must spend at least thirty years advancing from the first to the third stage of the Divine Ability Secret Realm, is that not so? To comprehend Yin and Yang and the Way of the Heavenly Man, does it not take at least twenty years? And after comprehending the Heavenly Man Realm, to cultivate Divine Abilities, does it not take over three hundred years?

To reach the Golden Core Realm after four hundred years of cultivation is the normal pace of a supreme genius—you reached the Golden Core Realm in one year?

How are these people supposed to live?

Ling Xiao recalled that he had already been in the Golden Core Realm for over two hundred years and still had no confidence in surviving the Wind and Fire Great Calamity, while Meng Shaobai could soon pass through the Wind and Fire Great Calamity—he was filled with envy.

"Kill, kill, kill! Better yet, let Fang Yu kill Meng Shaobai, and let Meng Shaobai self-destruct his Heavenly Manifestation—let them both die!"

This Golden Core prodigy, 7th Stage of Divine Abilities, harbored a vile wish deep within his mind.

Just as everyone was stunned by Meng Shaobai's sword and pondered how Fang Yu would defend himself, Fang Yu's counterattack appeared before all eyes.

Before the gaze of countless onlookers, in a fraction of a millionth of a second, Fang Yu's hand produced a great staff.

The moment the staff appeared, it blocked Meng Shaobai's Sword of Unceasing Death; its overwhelming aura shattered the sword into fragments.

The supreme immortal-grade magic treasure, the Water-Fire Primordial Staff from the Manghuangji Realm, made its debut—and shattered Meng Shaobai's Sword of Unceasing Death at once.

Then, Fang Yu summoned the Water-Fire Primordial Staff and struck it into empty space.

Puff.

Meng Shaobai, the young immortal of the Yuhua Sect, was directly knocked to the ground.

One strike—victory!