Chapter 650: Fang Yu Is a Heavenly Deity!

In the nest of the Peng, only two people and one dragon remained.

Fang Yu and Shi Hao gazed at the opened hall ahead, seeing within it a Peng, its golden eyes like twin suns, fixed upon the three, its form constantly shifting.

One moment it was entirely golden, streaked with black, resembling a great Peng spanning the starry river, its massive body seemingly capable of obscuring the sun and moon above.

The next, it sank into chaos, appearing as a colossal fish, entirely black, tens of thousands of li wide, boundless and vast.

This was not a living Peng, but an evolution of the Peng's divine art; when the evolution ended, the hall grew empty once more, returning to stillness, lifeless and devoid of its former aura.

"The Peng's divine art?"

Fang Yu savored what he had just seen; though only a single glance, the Peng's divine art was deeply imprinted in his mind, impossible to forget.

Behind Fang Yu, a phantom image of the Peng appeared, a thousand zhang tall, yet the Peng he evoked was shrouded in chaos, capable of devouring all things.

This was the Great Devouring Art evolved from the Peng egg, seemingly different from the Peng's Dao in this world.

For the Peng Fang Yu had just witnessed seemed to embody the ultimate yang principle of heaven and earth, resembling the legendary Great Yin-Yang Art.

Peng, Peng—when transformed into a Peng, it is the ultimate yang of heaven and earth; when transformed into a Kun, it is the ultimate yin of heaven and earth.

The mystery of yin and yang lies entirely within the Peng's divine art, with little relation to the Great Devouring Art of the Eternal Life Realm.

Yet this was merely the first insight Fang Yu had gained; he still needed to comprehend more.

Stepping into the hall, it was exceedingly vast—though no matter how vast, before the Great Void Art, it was but a single step.

As Fang Yu stepped forward, he saw an ancient altar floating in the void nearby.

The altar stood as tall as a mountain, built from layer upon layer of gray-brown boulders, appearing profoundly ancient, devoid of sacred aura, yet closer to the Dao.

Upon this ancient altar, spiritual herbs grew from the crevices of the stones, brimming with spiritual energy, and a grand waterfall cascaded down, rolling with essence.

This was not deliberately planted by the Peng, but rather, the area gathered immense spiritual energy and abundant essence, nurturing such a wealth of precious herbs.

Many of these herbs far surpassed those Fang Yu cultivated on Yuhua Peak.

In the Eternal Life Realm's Yuhua Sect, although true disciples were granted true-hermit peaks and spiritual beasts and herbs, virtually no true disciple could truly rely on those herbs for cultivation.

By the time the herbs on the true-hermit peak matured and could be refined into elixirs, the elixirs would be long cold.

But now, within the nest of the Peng—one of the Ten Terribles—the spiritual herbs here were of extraordinarily high grade; in the Eternal Life Realm, they could directly be used to refine Earth-grade or Heaven-grade elixirs.

The Peng's power, within the Perfect World, was no small thing—it approached the realm of Immortal Kings, equivalent to the Immortal level in the Eternal Life Realm.

The spiritual herbs grown under its nest's spiritual energy were indeed valuable even in the Eternal Life Realm.

Not far away, a spiritual herb shimmered with starlight rain, dreamlike—this was Star Grass, a rare cultivable herb; when it grew four leaves, it became a spiritual herb, exceedingly precious outside.

But here, this Star Grass had grown seven leaves, dazzling and radiant.

Having evolved to this stage, its color changed—each of the seven leaves was crystal-clear and translucent, each a different hue, brilliantly resplendent.

Each leaf bore intricate star patterns, as if this herb could absorb stellar power and transform it into its own leaves.

Seven-leaf Star Grass, flowing with brilliant light, like star after star, extraordinarily magnificent.

Such a celestial rarity, having grown to seven leaves, greatly benefits a cultivator's practice, especially for those cultivating star-based divine arts—ingesting one could greatly enhance power and even extend lifespan.

When the Star Grass grows an eighth leaf, it ascends from a spiritual herb to a holy herb—an object of incalculable value.

In fact, this herb already bore a bud for its eighth leaf, wrapped in a glow, brimming with life.

If dug up and carefully cultivated, irrigated with spiritual springs, this herb would surely become holy.

Fang Yu saw this Star Grass, a quasi-holy herb, reached out, and five-colored divine light swept it away, landing in his hand.

As held by Fang Yu, the quasi-holy herb felt no pain, only profound joy—for now, its entire body was bathed in five-colored divine light, a rare fortune unmatched in the world.

Meeting Fang Yu was not his fortune, but the Star Grass's fortune—a tremendous fortune.

Within Fang Yu's five-colored divine light, the water was Black Emperor Water Sovereign Daoist Gang Qi; having comprehended some essence of the Water Dao, the Black Emperor Water Sovereign Daoist Gang Qi's power to purify all things grew ever stronger, its vitality ever richer—each drop of Water Sovereign Gang Qi was more precious than countless spiritual springs; the Star Grass, now immersed in Water Sovereign Gang Qi, was so comfortable it nearly became a spirit.

The earth was Huang Di Earth Sovereign Daoist Gang Qi—this Earth Dao was the sovereign of all earths, far more noble than the most precious earth relic, Nine Heavens' Breath Soil Crystal; the Star Grass, plunged instantly into Huang Di Earth Sovereign Gang Qi and Water Sovereign Gang Qi, immediately grew its eighth leaf fully.

When Green Emperor Wood Sovereign Daoist Gang Qi embraced this eight-leaf Star Grass, the herb swayed in the wind and sprouted a ninth leaf.

Holy herb!

The king among holy herbs.

Outside, it could not merely exchange for a single city—it could be traded for a hundred.

For after being nourished by the Great Five Elements Art, this Star Grass became the king among holy herbs—each drop could greatly extend lifespan.

Even upon this king of holy herbs, faint shadows faintly appeared—as if the herb were about to become a spirit, needing only to endure a heavenly tribulation to transform into a beast and begin cultivation.

In the Eternal Life Realm, this was the rule; in the Perfect World, no such rule existed—and now, heavenly tribulations were rare, making it nearly impossible for holy herbs to undergo tribulation and become spirits.