Chapter 646

Fang Yu simply used the Great Cutting Technique to slice and obliterate those beasts, feeding all their essence into the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Egg.

These beasts possessed considerable energy; although Fang Yu was reluctant to give the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Egg pure yang pills, he had no hesitation using these beasts to nourish it.

The two moved forward and soon reached the ancient cliff face.

The ancient cliff face appeared unscalable, marked with claw prints, knife scars, and sword holes, recording the glory of eons past.

A stone staircase stretched across the sea, leading toward that rocky cliff.

This stone staircase seemed boundless and vast, capable of accommodating countless warriors marching side by side without any crowding.

But there were few cultivators on this stone staircase, because the stretch Fang Yu had just crossed contained spatial forces—like a miniature heavenly realm—so close yet requiring ordinary people dozens of days to traverse; only someone like Fang Yu, who mastered the Great Void Technique, could arrive in an instant.

"Damn it, how did he cross so quickly?"

"We're fighting to the death here and still haven't crossed, yet he's already passed—does he intend to seize the Peng Cultivation Art?"

"The cultivation arts of the Ten Ancient Fiends are too powerful, beyond surpassing; possessing even one grants the right to contend for dominion over the world. Why are we killing each other here? Everyone, cease fighting at once and hurry to reach that staircase!"

Fang Yu stepping onto the staircase froze the battling beasts in the sea; once they realized what had happened, they stopped fighting and urgently took to the air.

Some factions, though lacking Fang Yu's mastery of the Great Void Technique, possessed treasures capable of teleportation and directly crossed over, finally arriving on the stone staircase.

From these treasures descended youths and maidens, the youths each radiating sharp ambition and heroic vigor, the maidens each possessing otherworldly beauty, like celestial maidens descending to earth, peerless in grace and charm.

These youths and maidens were all supreme geniuses of the Transformation Spirit realm, come here to seek the Peng Cultivation Art.

Xiao Budian's gaze turned toward them, his eyes blazing with fierce battle intent; he knew that if the Peng Cultivation Art were truly to be found, a battle among geniuses would erupt here, and only the strongest could possibly claim it.

But then again, once his master arrived here, no one could predict what would happen next.

As Xiao Budian pondered these thoughts and ascended the staircase with his master, he felt as though this place formed its own world—vast and boundless, nothing like a mere sea cliff—and his eyes filled with astonishment.

Fang Yu showed no surprise, but his divine sense instantly swept across the distant azure sea, where suddenly dense vapors emerged—like clouds hanging from heaven—rising directly from the ocean surface, rolling white mists enveloping the endless ocean.

At the same time, the youths and maidens, pure-blooded descendants of the Ancient Divine Mountains, also sensed the changes on the sea.

They saw the sea turn crimson, red light racing toward them, endless and overwhelming, as if ready to evaporate the entire ocean.

"This is the legendary… Firefish!"

A sea creature cried out in alarm.

"If they've come, they too seek the Peng Cultivation Art!"

All eyes turned, seeing tens of thousands of fish swimming from afar, their bodies glowing crimson as if dripping with fire, intensely hot, ranging from several chi to several cun in length, moving together like flowing magma or a subterranean volcano erupting.

These were Firefish; each appearance involved tens of thousands, naturally attuned to fire essences, carrying fire runes, and when united, their power was terrifying.

In ancient times, a Firefish ascended to godhood and challenged the Sea God for dominion over the seas, but was defeated, and the entire species was sealed—yet here they appeared.

"Crackling, crackling."

Sounds echoed as the Firefish swarm surged upward like arrows loosed from bows, leaping onto the boundless stone staircase and charging straight upward.

Whether the youths and maidens of the Ancient Divine Mountains or descendants of the Venerables, all retreated upon seeing these fish, daring not to block their path.

Whoever stood in front would be instantly overwhelmed and completely melted by these fish, whose speed was extreme and temperature scorching.

The Firefish army surged forward like a torrent, rushing through the center of the path with a "kill gods if they stand, slay Buddhas if they block" demeanor.

Fang Yu stood in the middle and did not yield the path.

Each Firefish displayed a cold expression, refusing to dodge, directly crushing toward Fang Yu.

Clearly, these Firefish held no one in regard; whoever blocked their path would die.

In this realm where even high-level cultivators were suppressed, even Venerables must yield to them—or die.

Just as the Firefish were about to strike Fang Yu, he shook his head. "Even Zhu Que of the Five Elements Realm dares not be so arrogant before me."

Above his head appeared the Five Emperors Canopy; as it flowed, countless five-colored divine lights pierced through space, and wherever they passed, the hundreds of thousands of Firefish—all without exception—turned into wisps of fire essence, absorbed into Fang Yu's five-colored divine light.

In an instant—indeed, in a single moment—the tens of thousands of Firefish were utterly annihilated by Fang Yu.

Fang Yu showed no trace of pride, only a faint sense of reflection.

In other worlds, he fought against people, against experts; but since arriving in this Perfect World, he kept slaying beasts, cutting down fish, and these seafoods kept arriving by the tens of thousands for him to slay and absorb.

Who could possibly eat tens of thousands of fish at once? That would be far too fishy!

So Fang Yu sent all the essence—even the divine starfire juice—from the Firefish to the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Egg, letting it replenish itself well.

After all, it was still an egg, not yet born, so it likely had no great dietary demands.

Thus, Fang Yu transferred all the essence from these tens of thousands of fish to the Ancient Heavenly Dragon Egg.

"What? Tens of thousands of Firefish were just wiped out by that man in an instant? Who is this boy?"

"Heaven, this is unbelievable! Here, everyone's strength is severely suppressed; those tens of thousands of Firefish would force even Venerables arriving here to retreat and avoid confrontation entirely—yet this man wiped them all out at once?"

"Unimaginable, too terrifying—who is he? I feel he's far stronger than even my great-great-grandfather."

One by one, the pure-blooded descendants, the young men and women from the Ancient Divine Mountains, stood frozen in shock.

The Firefish's strength was no small matter; they were descendants of a god, carrying divine essence, extremely formidable—especially when tens of thousands arrived together, equivalent to a volcanic eruption—yet now they were instantly wiped out by this seemingly youthful being?

This was too terrifying.

Fang Yu paid no heed to the thoughts of the youths and maidens; after eliminating the Firefish, he continued upward with his disciple.

The Peng's lair bore a certain similarity to the immortal mansion Fang Yu had seen in the Kanli Great World: though appearing small from outside, it contained a self-contained heavenly realm within.

The higher they climbed, the greater the sense of the lair's immense scale became.

When they finally reached the cliff's summit, there was no Peng nest—only chaotic qi flowing.

Chaotic qi was also a valuable substance.

Fang Yu immediately summoned the Chaotic Tower and absorbed the chaotic qi.

Although he had obtained the Great Chaotic Thunder Sword, he had not yet received the Great Chaotic Art from Fan Fan Qingying; once he obtained the Great Chaotic Art, this chaotic qi would naturally become extremely useful for cultivating it.

"Master, there seems to be an ancient great array over there!"

Shi Hao spoke, watching his master suddenly summon a tower and absorb the chaotic qi; his eyes widened in profound shock—chaotic qi, shrouded in mist, faintly glowing with auroras, even forbidding approach—yet his master had simply absorbed it.

"Come, let's use that great array to cross over."

With the array seated as its anchor, the two were transmitted through this great array to a distant place.

This stone cliff was nothing more than a stepping stone; it looked like an ancient nest perched there, but in fact it was only a transmission array.

When the great transmission array ended, the two appeared on a very small island. Everywhere here was filled with golden glowing light, looking utterly dreamlike; even the plants on the island were golden.

Looking into the distance, similar small islands were not few — all of them glowing, in different colors, dazzling to the eye.

Although Fang Yu arrived afterward and moved with extreme speed, before he reached the Northern Sea, living beings had already entered this place. So when he looked, every single island had creatures upon it — they had been transmitted by that transmission array to different small islands.

The spiritual energy here was extremely abundant, so dense it could not be dissolved. For cultivators of the Spirit Transformation realm, the benefits were considerable; of course, for Fang Yu, it still could not compare to the power of Pure Yang.

Little One took several deep breaths and immediately felt his body brim with vigor. His gaze swept toward the distance, and he saw ahead a nest, perched upon an island, almost level with the sea surface — immensely vast.

There, the shouts of killing shook the heavens; all manner of living beings contended for supremacy, figures densely packed.

Many days earlier, people had already crossed over to this place, waging battle after battle, each wanting to be the first to charge into the Kunpeng Nest.

Fang Yu's return to the Perfect World this time was a bit late, so he arrived somewhat tardy.

But the moment Fang Yu stepped forward, he ascended directly onto this enormous island and saw the nest ahead.

There, divine tree after divine tree had been used to build this vast, boundless nest; here, rolling chaotic qi still billowed, sealing off the nest.

Many stood before the nest yet could not enter — after all, for the vast majority of cultivators, chaotic qi was a terrifying existence, enough to destroy the physical body, shatter the divine sense, and dissolve everything.

To enter the nest, it seemed one could only wait for it to split open on its own.

And on the path leading to the nest stood a youth with his back to the crowd, gripping a golden trident, as if a heavenly sun spanned the sky. His hair was blue, flying like a waterfall; his voice was cold and merciless as he uttered an indifferent command: "All of you, get lost. This way is closed!"

"This…"

Which cultivator who could enter this place would not want to obtain the inheritance of the Kunpeng Treasure Art? Naturally, none were willing to leave.

"Just because you say it's closed means it's closed?"

Someone shouted.

"Get lost!"

That youth clad in golden armor, his entire body radiating blinding light, still had his back to all living beings. But the wounded trident in his hand trembled, and golden light surged forth like waves, sweeping across — the one who had just spoken, along with the group of people around him, all turned into a mist of blood.

A single disagreement, and he killed outright!

This youth displayed an invincible bearing, his back to all living beings — those who didn't know might have thought he was Wushi.

"I've already said it: all of you, step back, or I will spare none! Don't make me say it twice!"

Around him, golden waves surged violently, as if he stood within a vast ocean; his entire being's essence, qi, and spirit burned like a furnace, blazing with incomparable vigor, looking down upon all heroes.

Naturally, some were unconvinced. This place was hardly lacking cultivators who had surpassed the Spirit Transformation realm; of course they would not truly leave because of a single sentence from a junior.

The heavens and earth thundered, as if a meteor had descended; rows of treasured artifacts pressed forward to suppress — the crowd made their move.

"Boom—!"

Yet this youth, gripping the golden trident, erupted with heaven-piercing light; endless golden billows rolled forth, as if thousands of troops and horses had come to slaughter.

Puff-puff sounds rang out. Within the golden waves, before the golden trident, strongmen exploded one patch after another; only the strongest among them were cut in half at the waist, their broken bodies preserved.