Chapter 692

In the estate of the Lord of the Wasteland, Fang Yu and Shi Hao were cultivating.

Fang Yu had not closed himself off to cultivate a great Dao technique in a long time.

It must be said that the Great Chaos Technique among the Three Thousand Great Dao Techniques was indeed extremely difficult to cultivate; he spent last month completely assimilating the Chaos Ring into the Great Chaos Technique, yet only reached the Minor Attainment stage.

Without the Chaos Ring, Fang Yu would have needed at least several decades to reach Minor Attainment in the Great Chaos Technique.

Great Dao Techniques are indeed exceedingly hard to cultivate.

For an ordinary cultivator who obtains the Great Chaos Technique, even reaching Minor Attainment requires thirty years of cultivation; to advance further takes a hundred years, and achieving Major Attainment likely demands two hundred years—true Perfect Attainment requires at least three to five hundred years.

Because this Great Dao, when broken down, consists of many Supreme Techniques, each of which alone would take decades to master.

For a cultivator with bad luck who obtains the Great Chaos Technique, it might take a thousand years to achieve Perfect Attainment.

Now that Fang Yu had reached Minor Attainment in the Great Chaos Technique and fully absorbed the Chaos Ring, just as he emerged from seclusion, he heard that many young elites from beyond the realms had arrived in the Stone Kingdom's imperial capital, making loud, reckless boasts.

This left Fang Yu speechless; these outsiders seemed to hold the Wasteland in utter contempt and doubted the achievements of the Twin Stones—some claimed they could defeat Shi Hao in ten moves, others dared say they could best him in five, as if Shi Hao had become a mere insect they could crush at will.

But from Fang Yu's perspective, those blustering fools were nothing but trash, yet they dared to speak so boldly.

"Little Spot, you've been in seclusion for days—we should go out, stretch our legs, and let them see just how strong my disciple is."

Fang Yu spoke.

"Yes."

Shi Hao nodded.

He had not taken much heed of their words, but the honor of his sect demanded he properly put them in their place.

After days of seclusion, Fang Yu and Shi Hao arrived at a garden in the Stone Kingdom, a place specially arranged by the Stone Emperor to host outstanding talents from beyond the realms.

When Fang Yu and Shi Hao arrived, they heard someone making threats.

"The Wasteland has no one left—if there is anyone, step forward and fight!"

Just then, Fang Yu and Shi Hao arrived, and the being immediately turned toward them, eyes brimming with murderous intent, face grim: "Good, very good—you have guts, actually daring to step out? Fight!"

"Such beasts are everywhere, barking foolishly. Little Spot, deal with him."

Fang Yu did not move, but his gaze fell upon a being from beyond the realms nearby, sporting a pair of fiery red ox horns—even in human form, his racial traits remained unmistakable; this was a Fire Ox.

A beast.

In the Eternal Life Realm, such beasts are fit only for elixir refining, and even then, they're unworthy as ingredients for Heaven-grade elixirs—best suited only for Earth-grade elixirs.

Yet this thing, in the Wasteland of the Perfect World, was acting wildly, provoking the Wasteland's cultivators.

Fang Yu naturally did not move—Shi Hao stepped forward and struck with a single palm.

Boom—

A long, howling cry rang out as the Fire Ox was blasted away by Shi Hao's palm, reverting instantly to its true form: a massive, entirely crimson ox, blood-red as if drenched in blood.

The Fire Ox roared in fury, its enormous horns glowing crimson and translucent, razor-sharp, charging straight at Shi Hao.

"You want to serve me beef? I suppose I could reluctantly accept it—these past days of cultivation have left my mouth tasting like bird droppings."

Shi Hao slapped the ox's horns, sending the beast crashing to the ground again; without hesitation, he summoned a bowl and immediately sealed the Fire Ox clan's elder inside.