Chapter 683: Fan Fan Qingying, We Can Talk!

In the village of Shi, Fang Yu sensed many pieces of information.

Shi Yi had truly appeared.

He called Shi Hao "dear younger brother" and accepted Shi Hao's challenge.

This news immediately shook the entire Shi Kingdom, and not just the Shi Kingdom—it stirred unrest across all eight lower realms.

Many experts eagerly awaited this battle.

"Little Dot, since that guy accepted your challenge, go ahead and deal with him."

Fang Yu said.

"Yes."

Shi Hao nodded.

"Let's go to the imperial capital."

Fang Yu extended a finger, piercing the void before him, then took Shi Hao away from the village of Shi.

The Great Void Technique's travel speed remained extremely fast; not long after, Fang Yu and Shi Hao descended once more upon the imperial capital, at the Wang Fu.

Now, the Wang Fu was filled with many young elites; Shi Yi was there, along with some from the Ancient Divine Mountains, and even a woman who looked like a fairy, from the upper realm.

"Shi Yi, we meet at last."

Upon a primordial celestial dragon, Fang Yu and Shi Hao made a dazzling entrance.

"You are my younger brother?"

Shi Yi, vigorous and heroic, was still a boy but taller than most adults, his frame long and robust, giving off the aura of a dragon among men.

The boy's eyes resembled a galaxy, his double pupils flickering, as if the sun and moon floated within, and primordial chaos qi drifted around them.

His gaze first fell on Fang Yu, the legendary deity, his expression appearing solemn; then he looked at Fang Yu's primordial celestial dragon, and only then did he turn to Shi Hao.

Shi Hao, still a child, had jet-black lustrous hair and bright eyes, appearing an exquisite little boy—but now, seeing Shi Yi, his expression turned serious, his eyes brimming with battle intent.

He wished to seek instruction from this elder brother.

Or perhaps to punish him.

"I will not interfere in your duel, but if anyone on your side intervenes, they will be executed without mercy."

Fang Yu spoke from the void, seated and presiding over it.

"Thank you, Elder."

Shi Yi finally exhaled; in that brief glance, he knew this legendary deity was truly terrifying—if he intervened, Shi Yi would be utterly annihilated.

But he could not hide forever, so he chose to accept the challenge.

And now that the deity would not intervene, what was there to fear in fighting Shi Hao?

Shi Yi's gaze fixed on Shi Hao; Shi Hao's gaze fixed on Shi Yi.

In the imperial capital, the two locked eyes, their pupils blazing with brilliant light.

Instantly, a terrifying aura spread through the arena, overwhelming nearby lifeforms—even beings from the Ancient Divine Mountains felt immense pressure.

"Clang."

Their gazes clashed like the ring of swords, exploding into radiant rain of light, as if countless sword qi blades collided with metallic resonance.

Especially Shi Yi's eyes—terrible and astonishing, like primordial abysses; where his gaze fell, souls sank into oblivion.

Though radiating light, all felt dread, as if compelled to offer their souls in sacrifice.

His double pupils opened and closed, runes flashing, chains of order slithering, altering the celestial laws of this realm.

In a daze, some saw sun and moon destroyed, galaxies reborn, despair and vitality coexisting—even Wang Hou who witnessed it trembled in heart.

Puff.

Some cultivators spat blood profusely; though it was Shi Yi and Shi Hao's gaze duel, they were the first to collapse under its pressure.

"Crack."

Some even summoned treasure artifacts for defense, only for their artifacts to shatter on the spot—this sight was truly horrifying.

"How can he be this strong?"

"This is too terrifying! Is this the power of the double pupils? Just a glance can produce such might? How can Shi Hao possibly compete?"

"No one knows. Shi Hao is the disciple of that deity; surely he has his own methods. Look—he remains unfazed beneath Shi Yi's gaze, and that deity shows no concern at all."

The onlookers were stunned, sensing the terrifying power of the double pupils; yet in the arena, facing Shi Yi's gaze, Shi Hao's eyes transformed—his pupils became a Dao bell, blazing golden light.

His spiritual sense likewise transformed into a Dao bell, tolling softly, and his entire body seemed to dissolve into Dao, becoming its vessel.

The Dao bell tolled, its sound deafening, continuous and clear, like the great bronze bell of heaven, awakening all beings.

Facing Shi Yi's double-pupil might, Shi Hao's eyes revealed golden Dao bells, becoming his pupils—equally unfathomable, inspiring awe.

Simultaneously, his body did the same—bones resonated in unison, reinforcing the Dao bell, and it held firm against Shi Yi's double-pupil pressure.

This was Shi Hao's own insight, not taught by another.

Fang Yu had never taught Shi Hao such a principle; if Fang Yu faced Shi Yi, his opening move would be a Great Cutting Technique, followed by wind, fire, and thunder—apocalyptic calamity clouds—ending the battle almost instantly.

It wasn't just against Shi Yi—even if Fang Yu returned to the Eternal Life Realm and faced a 10th Stage of Divine Abilities opponent, this single move would end the fight.

One must admit, the Great Calamity Art of the Taiyi Sect is truly effective; when the Great Solar Fire, Black Sun Wind, and Apocalyptic Calamity coalesce, they become celestial disasters, embodying the fated calamity—utterly unstoppable.

Yan Yan Shuiyi, a true disciple of the Taiyi Sect, once earned great renown across the Xuan Huang Great World precisely because she mastered the Apocalyptic Calamity; once her Apocalyptic Calamity's heavenly manifestation swept over an opponent, they were reduced to ash.

Before the calamity clouds, ordinary cultivators could not summon any divine abilities, could not circulate magic power—they were essentially doomed.

Of course, conversely, Yan Yan Shuiyi's mastery of Apocalyptic Calamity placed her second on the Immortality Candidate List, with Fan Fan Qingying first—clearly, Fan Fan Qingying's Primordial Spirit of Chaos was also terrifying.