Chapter 691

The outside world was in an uproar, filled with clamor; after the battle between the Two Stones spread, it sparked countless shocks and debates, yet within the Fangtian Marquis's mansion, both Fang Yu and Shi Hao enjoyed peace, cultivating within the mansion.

Leaving aside Fang Yu's acquisition of the Great Chaos Art and his frenzied cultivation of this great Dao, Shi Hao, after his battle with Shi Yi, gained many insights and quickly reached the peak of the Inscription Realm.

He sought to push the Inscription Realm to its ultimate limit, so his divine radiance transformed into a cauldron, then a furnace, then a bell… endlessly shifting, until finally he truly began to transform into a Kunpeng, once again challenging what he had once deemed impossible.

If outsiders saw this, they would be utterly astonished, for even the most outstanding among the Kings had never touched this realm—yet Shi Hao, still in the Marquis Realm, was already ascending, beginning to deduce.

This was truly defying heaven.

Days passed, and finally Shi Hao shattered the silence, stepping beyond the boundaries of the Inscription Realm, reaching its absolute limit, and beginning his ascent to the next realm.

The Formation Realm.

In the Stone Kingdom, reaching the Formation Realm meant one could be granted Kingship—a long-established consensus.

That is to say, Shi Hao, at the age of a mere child, had already cultivated to the King's Realm.

To stand at such a height at such an age was simply unimaginable.

For the vast majority of cultivators, the four realms of Blood Mobilization, Cave Heaven, Spirit Transformation, and Inscription were their entire limit—even if they spent their whole lives pursuing them, they could hardly break through!

These were like four great mountains, each higher than the last; the further one advanced, the harder the path became, brimming with countless perils.

Yet now Shi Hao, still in childhood, had already attained the Formation Realm.

The Formation Realm involves engraving arrays within the body; compared to the previous realm, combat power could surge dramatically.

Few beings dared to engrave intricate great arrays within their bodies—most were inherited from ancestral lineages, lacking the audacious originality to defy heaven.

The Formation Realm was a watershed: if one could assemble endless battle arrays within, one would be invincible.

Of course, some only engraved simple arrays within their bodies, and thus remained trapped in this realm for life, never glimpsing the next.

In the Formation Realm, combat power differed as vastly as heaven and earth; the gap between the peak and the base could reach a thousandfold or tenfold.

Yet Shi Hao was confident, for he had trained beside his Master and witnessed too many mysterious, terrifying arrays; even a fraction of them would make him unstoppable.

"Has Master not yet perfected that divine art?"

Shi Hao's gaze turned to Fang Yu, who was cultivating nearby; months had passed, yet his Master still remained in contemplation, still cultivating.

This was an uncommon sight.

Yet although his Master had not yet emerged from seclusion, the imperial capital of the Stone Kingdom had grown increasingly restless.

Even within the Fangtian Marquis's mansion, Shi Hao sensed the presence of many young experts, and overheard countless words.

"I don't believe Shi Hao is truly that powerful—he's just never faced me. If he did, I'd show him what a true prodigy really is."

Young beings from beyond the Wildlands had arrived, exceedingly arrogant.

"Are the Two Stones really that formidable? The Double Eyes are dead, yet Shi Hao still lives—I'd very much like to see this person with my own eyes."

A young girl murmured softly, exquisitely beautiful, radiant with brilliance; every movement drew attention, leaving many startled, some even longing to become her followers.

"Hmm? That looks like Qianqian, one of the Ten Beauties of the Xuan Realm."

From afar, someone spotted the girl and gasped in surprise.

The Xuan Realm was an absolutely extraordinary great realm—not only vast in territory, but also rich in talent and blessed by the land, producing countless geniuses.

"Is Shi Hao really that powerful? I think he's overrated—I'd love to meet him, and show him what 'there's always someone greater above, and heavens beyond heavens' truly means!"

Another group arrived.

They too were outsiders.

"The Wildlands are weak. I came here to challenge its prodigies—but sadly, most can't survive a single blow from me. I hope this so-called Little Stone doesn't boast so much he breaks his tongue."

A man sneered.

"He's a master from the Western Teachings!"

Someone who saw the man's face appeared solemn.

The Western Teachings, also known as the Xitian Sect, stood alongside the Butian Sect and Jietian Sect as one of the immortal lineages, spanning multiple realms, housing countless divine arts—most famous among them being the Golden Body, which, once perfected, rendered the body so powerful no other cultivator could match it.

Masters of the Western Teachings possessed immensely powerful bodies; even standing still and letting others strike them, they could not be breached.

Now that a master of the Western Teachings had arrived in the imperial capital, the young prodigies of the Wildlands felt immense pressure.

"I too wish to see just how powerful this Shi Hao is, to see if he's truly as miraculous as claimed—if he can survive ten of my strikes, he might barely qualify to become my servant."

Everyone turned in shock, seeing a boy who radiated like a sovereign, emitting terrifying divine light.

"A Feather Clan Imperial Bloodline powerhouse!"

Someone drew a sharp breath—this was an exceedingly rare figure from the Feather Clan, surpassing even royal blood, possessing imperial blood; if he matured fully, he could even become the master of the entire Feather Clan.

The Feather Clan was a vast great clan, with influence spread across all realms—whether Heaven, Earth, Xuan, Huang, or the cosmic void—if united, their power would be terrifying.

Such a boy, who might one day become master of the Feather Clan, had spoken—and now he too intended to challenge Shi Hao.

"All your big talk here is useless! Hmph, once you meet our Fangtian Marquis, you'll all be defeated!"

The young cultivators of the Wildlands were furious, disliking the arrogance of the outsiders.

"Bring him out—I'll capture him in ten strikes. As for you? You can't even withstand one."

The Feather Clan's imperial blood youth spoke, and in a single blow, he sent the Wildlands youth flying, blood spurting from his mouth.

"Little one, you sit quietly at home, yet people come here to die—your reputation draws more hatred than mine. Especially that birdman—who dares demand my disciple become his pet?"

Within the Fangtian Marquis's mansion, Fang Yu opened his eyes.

"I can't help it. Disciple did nothing—just cultivated peacefully."

"I have no way around it either. Your disciple did nothing at all—I just cultivated in peace and quiet."

"Make him kneel. Be your dog."

"Make him kneel down and be your dog."