Chapter 643: The Great Cutting Technique of the Perfect World

Fang Yu descended upon the Northern Seas, his divine sense instantly covering a hundred thousand li, and he immediately saw the little dot, Shi Hao.

His current cultivation base was indeed far stronger than before; he had now cultivated to the Spirit Transformation realm, and his physical strength was also quite impressive.

Beside the little dot were several other cultivators, but most were not pure humans, rather strange and varied races.

This world was clearly in a primitive age, where humanity as a single race was not dominant; many races existed, some called royal clans, rivaling humans—completely unlike the Eternal Life Realm.

In both the Xuan Huang Yellow Great World of the Eternal Life Realm and the Kanlishen Great World, humanity held unquestioned supremacy; in the Shen Sect, even ancient celestial dragons, phoenixes, qilins, Bai Hu, and Xuan Wu were merely spirit beasts kept by great cultivators, nowhere near the exalted status they held in the Perfect World.

The little dot, Shi Hao, sat aboard a ship with many others, gazing at the sea scenery, feeling utterly awed.

Because he was born in the Great Wilderness, had seen great mountains, and grown accustomed to the roars of ferocious beasts, suddenly appearing on the sea was a tremendous shock; everything here was utterly novel to him, something he had never seen.

"The sea is truly vast."

The little dot blinked his eyes; he had seen many great lakes, but compared to what lay before him, they were no better than puddles—a staggering revelation for a child raised among mountains.

"Little dot, if you travel the oceans more often in the future, you won't be so awed anymore."

A voice sounded in his ear; Shi Hao froze, stunned, then broke into a wide grin. "Master?"

His gaze fixed on the figure suddenly appearing atop the sea—undoubtedly the master who had once taught him.

This master had taught him many divine arts, granted him countless benefits; moreover, this master was famed throughout the Virtual Spirit Realm—the title "I Am Supreme in Yuhuaxian Sect" belonged to him, and he had shattered several records.

"Who else would it be? Little dot, it's been some time. Your cultivation has improved well."

Fang Yu smiled.

He had spotted the little dot from afar and had immediately come over.

"It's really you, Master! Where have you been all this time? Your disciple has missed you so much!"

The little dot finally confirmed he wasn't dreaming—he had truly met his master here in the Northern Seas; this was an unimaginably fortunate event.

Overjoyed, he leapt straight off the great ship and flew to his master's side.

"Lately, I've been traveling far and wide—visited oceans, other lands. Then I heard the Northern Seas held the nest of the Kunpeng, so I came to take a look."

Fang Yu chuckled.

"Who are you? What relation do you have to this brat? What brings you here?"

As Fang Yu and Shi Hao spoke, a servant beside a purple-clad girl on the ship spoke up.

This servant was not truly human, but a golden beast—its teeth nearly all gone, yet its body gleamed brilliantly, as if forged from gold, radiating a formidable aura.

At this moment, the servant's gaze fixed on Fang Yu, filled with wariness.

For despite his own prowess, he had not sensed how this man had appeared—especially since he seemed closely tied to the brat, making him all the more peculiar.

Fang Yu didn't even glance at the servant; the little dot spoke instead, his voice brimming with pride. "This is my master, here to speak with me."

"Your master? This is your master, brat?"

"Could he be the one known as 'I Am Supreme in Yuhuaxian Sect'?"

On the great ship, several youths and maidens turned their gazes toward Fang Yu; the purple-clad girl and a silver-haired girl studied him with intense curiosity, while a youth with green hair sneered, clearly displeased with Fang Yu and Shi Hao.

Beside the green-haired youth stood a red-haired youth, his hair blazing like fire, aged about fifteen or sixteen, his eyes as brilliant and piercing as the sun.

Behind him were several servants.

At this moment, the red-haired youth also studied Fang Yu, and the more he looked, the more his heart trembled.

He felt this sudden newcomer was a terrifying entity—capable of annihilating them all with a single motion.

"Honored One?"

A word rose in the red-haired youth's mind—could this brat's master be an Honored One, who had also come here?

"I do have a title in the Virtual Spirit Realm: 'I Am Supreme in Yuhuaxian Sect.'"

Fang Yu's voice rang out; his gaze settled on the green-haired youth. "I sense you're displeased with my disciple—and with me. That's foolish. Good people may not die, bad people may not die—but fools? Fools die easily."

As Fang Yu spoke, he gestured—and dozens of li around him were filled with dense, crashing thunder, each bolt transforming into divine lightning that flowed like rivers around his body.

Divine lightning descended, filling the void with a terrifying aura, yet at Fang Yu's will, the lightning coalesced into a single river.

It was the River of Thunder, swirling directly beside him.

"What?"

Both the purple-clad girl and the silver-haired girl were stunned, their faces filled with utter horror.

They felt the terrifying power of the surrounding lightning—so immense that if the river of thunder flowed even slightly, they would all die instantly.

There would be not the slightest chance of survival!

The green-haired and red-haired youths both paled; they had never imagined their brat's master, Fang Yu, was this terrifying. The green-haired youth was instantly consumed by fear, while the red-haired youth barely held onto his wits and hastily apologized: "Elder, my friend believes himself superior because he hails from an ancient divine mountain, and thus looks down on everyone. He will now learn there are higher heavens—please, Elder, withdraw your power! We are merely juniors; if retribution is due, let it be your disciple who delivers it."

"That's somewhat reasonable. Otherwise, he'd already be dead."

Fang Yu studied the red-haired youth; the boy was tense but still retained a measure of clarity—clearly, his mind was sharp.

Fang Yu then moved his hand, and all the river of thunder flowed back into his body; the heavens and earth seemed to return to calm.

Yet now, whether the purple-clad girl, the silver-haired girl, or the red-haired youth—all felt as if sitting on needles. As for the green-haired youth, who had shown hostility toward Fang Yu and Shi Hao, he no longer felt he was alive.

Fang Yu had indeed not killed the green-haired youth; the red-haired youth's words held some truth, and it also had to do with his recent return to the Perfect World—he did not wish to immediately unleash a massacre. Otherwise, if he truly wished to slay someone, no one in heaven or earth could save them.

"Little dot, if he still looks down on you for being human, then kill him. My current realm allows me to crush him with a flick of my finger—but I leave him to you."

Fang Yu said.

"Yes, Master."

The little dot recalled the peerless divine art his master had just displayed—his small face filled with awe; his master had cultivated such terrifying thunder arts—he had never seen him use them before.

"Proceed."

Fang Yu looked toward the red-haired youth.

"Yes, Elder."

The red-haired youth finally exhaled in relief—he knew his friend had been spared. He took a deep breath and ordered his divine servants to power the great ship forward at full speed.

Fang Yu also sat upon the treasure ship, effectively boarding a free ride.

The ship beneath their feet was quite a fine treasure—in the blink of an eye it had flown several hundred li through the high sky, and even in the Eternal Life Realm it would count as a decent treasure.

A ship like this was of course useless to Fang Yu, but as the senior disciple-brother of the Yuhua Sect, Fang Yu had developed a habit of looking at treasures from other worlds to see whether his trusted followers could make use of them.

Of course, Fang Yu would not really seize this ship.

"A hundred li away, there is a great fish that seems about to attack this ship. It looks like this journey won't be peaceful, but that's fine too—perfect for giving my little ones some extra nourishment."

As Fang Yu spoke, he took out a Primordial Heavenly Dragon Egg. Back then there had been seven Primordial Heavenly Dragon Eggs in total; he had given one to Jiang Shenwang, and a few still remained, none of which had really hatched.

Although with Fang Yu's current Pure Yang Pills he could hatch these Primordial Heavenly Dragon Eggs one by one, using Pure Yang Pills to hatch Primordial Heavenly Dragons seemed far too extravagant. Treasures like Pure Yang Pills might look plentiful, but once you actually started using them, they really burned through fast.

Fang Yu would not use Pure Yang Pills even to reward the disciples of the Yuhua Sect.

But he could use other creatures instead.

"A hundred li away there's a great fish about to attack our ship?"

"How could that be? It's so far away—could that senior actually see it?"

"Still, it's better to believe it than not."

The few youths and maidens exchanged glances. Their divine sense certainly could not see anything a hundred li away, and hearing Fang Yu's words now left them utterly shocked.

But just as their treasure ship sped forward, suddenly a silver dorsal fin appeared in the vast ocean—terrifying beyond compare, immensely huge—ramming upward toward them.

The next instant, lightning blazed across the sky; silver thunderbolts shot up from the sea, arcs of electricity tore across the heavens, and came crashing down to destroy the treasure ship.

Fang Yu shook his head, reached out with a beckoning gesture, and as his magic power flowed casually, he seized the creature from the sea and pulled it out.

It was silvery white all over, shaped like a great fish, yet it had no scales; on its head grew a pair of ox horns, and its entire body was like a small mountain. It had been those ox horns that unleashed the lightning, trying to destroy the treasure ship.