Chapter 653

Cultivators surged into the Peng's nest from outside, driven by the thought of overwhelming it together, but when their gazes fell upon the ten-thousand-zhang-tall Fang Yu's Celestial Manifestation, they were all stunned speechless, some trembling all over.

"This… this is the true form of that being? Even true gods would be nothing before him!"

"How could such a being exist in this world? He is nothing less than a celestial deity descended! One can only bow in worship."

"A god has descended—how dare we mortals even dream of slaying a god? This is a grave sin."

"I can't fathom how I ever entertained such a foolish thought—he is a celestial deity!"

"My ancestral patriarch, a Venerable, looked grotesque before him."

All eyes fixed on Fang Yu's Celestial Manifestation, filled with shock, awe, and disbelief.

Not because of anything else, but because Fang Yu's Celestial Manifestation was truly invincible, as if containing all the great principles of heaven and earth—before such principles, even without obtaining the Peng's treasure art, it seemed of no consequence.

Some young men and women, upon seeing Fang Yu's Celestial Manifestation, were nearly catatonic.

How could the Five Elements contained within that Celestial Manifestation be so profound?

The star's path within that Celestial Manifestation—if even a fraction were revealed—would be enough to create a new holy land in this world.

And the thunder art—mystical beyond comprehension—far surpassed the thunder arts of any ferocious beast that mastered lightning.

Some ferocious beasts in this world are born with mastery over thunder and lightning; if one obtains their ancestral sacred bones and inherits their treasure art, cultivators can cultivate thunder abilities—such arts are forbidden secrets in major clans and Shenshan. Yet now, the young men and women of these clans and Shenshan were utterly stunned to discover that their own thunder arts were nothing before this being, mere one-ten-thousandth of what he commanded.

"How is this possible? My family is an Ancient Shenshan, with a legacy of hundreds of thousands of years—no thunder art in heaven or earth surpasses ours!"

A young man in purple robes wore an expression of disbelief; deep in his eyes, lightning flickered—he was a descendant of the Ancient Shenshan, yet now he felt stunned.

"Our Ancient Qingluan clan masters the Wood Dao art—yet before him, it is also nothing."

Another young woman spoke; with a mere movement, countless azure auras shimmered around her—her Wood Dao art, an innate inheritance—but now she felt her family's legacy was subtly suppressed.

The Five Emperors' Canopy hovering above that being, resembling a deity, was too terrifying, too inconceivable—no one could imagine it: countless gods and sacred beasts bowed in worship before that deity; even if one of those worshiping sacred beasts were released into the world, it would utterly crush their family's legacy.

This was an unimaginable scene.

Think of it: a being standing in empty space, crowned by the Five Emperors' Canopy, upon which sacred beasts bowed to him—yet even those sacred beasts, if placed outside, would crush their family's tens of thousands of years of heritage. It made her feel her own family's legacy was garbage.

Her cultivation heart felt on the verge of collapse.

Thus, when a horde of men, women, and elders, brimming with murderous intent, stormed into the space where Fang Yu stood, they all froze—stunned, awestruck, and prostrated themselves.

Fang Yu paid no mind to their shock; he continued studying the Peng's treasure art.

The mystery of the Peng's treasure art became clear before his eyes; with a single thought, his body transformed.

First, golden light blazed, dazzlingly bright; then, dark black radiance emerged, wisps forming intricate patterns.

Infinite symbols converged, reshaping Fang Yu's flesh—yin and yang runes flowed, glowing brilliantly within his body.

At that moment, Fang Yu seemed to become a native Peng, ready to spread his wings and strike the heavens, hurtling toward the outer realms, vanishing into the boundless cosmos—a supreme aura radiated from his body.

Fang Yu stood in empty space, perceiving infinite mysteries, as if his spirit had returned to ancient times, arriving in the age when heroes vied for dominance and myriad clans stood tall.

Eagles struck the sky, knocking down star after star. The Yinglong soared, felling divine palace after divine palace from beyond the nine heavens. The Zhenhou roared beneath the moon, shattering several moons into silver rain.

Was this the ancient era? A time of supreme contenders clashing, blood surging with passion, where prodigies emerged endlessly, stirring the heart and soul.

The Peng was born in that age and created the Peng Method—this art, in its flow, represented a peerless divine art.

"I have obtained the Peng's treasure art—it brings me great benefit. Truly wonderful."

As Fang Yu's Celestial Manifestation rotated, he comprehended the mystery of the Peng's treasure art; this treasure art of one of the Ten Ancient Fiends indeed held profound depths—just as Fang Yu had previously realized, the Peng had two transformations: when becoming the Peng, golden light blazed, representing ultimate yang; when becoming the Kun, it turned black, representing ultimate yin.

Whether ultimate yang or ultimate yin, when pushed to its extreme, could sweep away all rivals.

The Eternal Life Realm had the Great Yin-Yang Art, held by the Yuhua Sect—but unfortunately, Fang Yu had not yet obtained it.

The Shrouding Heaven Realm also had similar arts, such as the Sun Holy Emperor and the Moon Holy Emperor, or the combined practice of Yin and Yang—if one did not suffer qi deviation, one would become a Holy One—the Human Demon was such a case.

Yet the mystery of the Peng Method went beyond merely Yin and Yang; between the flow of Yin and Yang lay supreme speed.

When the Peng moves, none can catch it—this itself represents supreme speed.

Undeniably, the Peng's treasure art is immensely powerful and brings Fang Yu many benefits.

His disciple, Xiao Budian, was currently nurturing his spirit; in truth, nurturing the spirit is a lifelong task for cultivators—even after ascending to the most profound realms, one still requires spirit nurturing.

Nurturing the spirit through the flesh reveals the flesh's mysteries.

Nurturing the spirit through the mind reveals the mind's mysteries.

Yin and Yang, to Fang Yu, were the way of yin and yang; though he did not know how it differed from the Great Yin-Yang Art, using the Peng's treasure art to nurture his flesh would certainly make his body far stronger.

Fang Yu's ten-thousand-zhang Celestial Manifestation retracted into his body; he sat cross-legged there, activating the Peng's treasure art to transform his flesh.

Other cultivators fell silent; seeing this being cultivate here, none dared disturb him—they all retreated.

The Peng's nest was not limited to this one place; there were several others.

One place was called the Xuanbing Abyss, freezing all things, where even seawater had turned to ice, radiating extreme cold.

Another place was called the Yangji Cave, where fire surged wildly, blazing brilliantly beneath the sea—its flames could not be extinguished even by seawater.

Additionally, there was the Meteor Tomb, filled entirely with celestial meteors, some even rare divine metals, fallen here and piled into mountains.

These places were all excellent; cultivators at the Hualing realm could train here, refining their bodies through Hualing.

As long as one restrained their restless nature, they would gain immense benefits in these places, laying a solid foundation in the Hualing realm and enabling future breakthroughs into deeper realms.

Some clever youths and maidens went to these places to train themselves, while cultivators above the Hualing realm focused solely on searching for the Peng's treasure art.

Fang Yu and Xiao Budian sat in this great hall for three days, each gaining much.

Within Fang Yu's body, he acquired the forces of ultimate yang and ultimate yin, which merged and flowed with the Great Five Elements Art, forming more runes.

He was now half-immortal: his flesh and blood fused with great dao runes, able to coalesce or disperse—profoundly mysterious. Especially after obtaining the ultimate yin and yang, his dao runes grew stronger, and even his mind expanded once more.

One could imagine the extent to which his magic power would surge after breaking into the Longevity Secret Realm.

His disciple Xiao Budian, Shi Hao, had, over these days of cultivation, achieved spirit formation in his flesh—his spiritual radiance illuminated both inside and out, unified as one.

Xiao Budian resembled a tiny sun, his entire body glowing, forming a halo of light that absorbed spiritual power from all directions, forging his true self.

Previously, a fine membrane of light had covered his bones; now it shattered, replaced by a brilliant essence that gushed forth, flowing into his flesh, bones, and organs.

No longer needing the membrane, spiritual radiance spontaneously surged—a tremendous transformation.

The Little One had pushed the Spirit Transformation realm to an extreme, reaching a legendary state where the spiritual seed lay buried deep and wisdom-light welled up of its own accord.

Especially after observing his own Master Fang Yu's Heaven and Earth Dharma Aspect, when he underwent his own Spirit Transformation he arranged many powerful divine abilities; with the slightest movement, the runes within his body could provide him with vast, unfathomable power, and when set in motion it was as if an eternal divine furnace sat within his body, ceaselessly supplying rune divine fire.

Without needing to actively absorb the Xu Yuan Qi of heaven and earth, countless streams of vital energy naturally came to him, allowing him to ultimately achieve one supreme divine ability after another.

"Thank you, Master!"

The Little One felt his own strength, stood up, and bowed to Fang Yu.

"Good, very good. My disciple has now cultivated to such a realm that he is likely invincible within the Spirit Transformation realm. I must bestow a reward."

Fang Yu saw the change in the Little One, nodded, and with a slight shift of his heart's intent, bestowed a hundred Pure Yang Pills.

Fang Yu now had hundreds of millions of Pure Yang Pills; bestowing a hundred upon the Little One was neither too many nor too few.

"Thank you, Master!"

The Little One took the hundred Pure Yang Pills, examined them carefully, and immediately sensed a force of utmost yang, containing tremendously powerful energy.

Each Pure Yang Pill was like a little sun; an ordinary person holding one in their hand would likely have their body shattered by the elixir.

Anyone could feel the Pure Yang force upon each pill — an elixir that could obliterate all evil and malefic qi, filled with true qi like the great sun of Haotian.

A peerless divine elixir.

The Little One felt that, in all he had seen, he had never encountered such a wondrous and powerful elixir.

"So this is the divine elixir Master takes. No wonder Master is so formidable."

The Little One, Shi Hao, thought this to himself. His gaze turned toward Master Fang Yu beside him, and he discovered that this Master carried a Pure Yang, utmost-yang force countless times stronger than the pills in his hand — it simply did not usually manifest, but once it erupted, it would obliterate endless heaven and earth.

"Let's go. The Kun Peng Treasure Art has already been obtained by me; we can leave now."

As Fang Yu spoke, a complete rune appeared in his hand — the Kun Peng Treasure Art.

"Yes, Master."

The Little One nodded, his eyes shining.

Since Master had obtained the Kun Peng Treasure Art and now transmitted it to him, they could indeed leave.

Fang Yu and the Little One directly left the Kun Peng Nest, then departed across the sea, but the Kun Peng Nest would never be quiet again.

Because a treasure art inheritance like this, once obtained by Fang Yu, could still be obtained by others, so long as Fang Yu did not deliberately destroy that kind of inheritance.

Therefore the Kun Peng Treasure Art remained within the Kun Peng Nest, and countless people still came.

Originally only some top-tier great powers had learned of the Kun Peng Nest's emergence, but later countless loose cultivators and endless living beings came rushing over upon hearing the news.