Chapter 698

This puzzled Fang Yu.

I have suppressed your venerable one; how dare you, mere Mingwen or Liezhen realm cultivators, come out to provoke me? Do you truly not fear death?

Although Fang Yu was reluctant to strike at juniors, to provoke him was another matter entirely.

Or do these young disciples of Bu Lao Mountain believe Bu Lao Mountain can protect them?

As he spoke, Fang Yu simply extended a finger and unleashed a Great Cutting Technique.

The Three Thousand Great Dao: Great Cutting Technique.

Though not wielded with full strength, this Great Cutting Technique struck the void and instantly pierced through space, slicing through the minds of all the young disciples watching.

All the young disciples screamed in agony, their heads empty, as if beaten hundreds of times, collapsing unconscious on the ground.

Now, only three venerables remained standing before Fang Yu.

"What?"

"How dare you strike at our Bu Lao Mountain's young disciples?"

"Damn it! Kill!"

The three venerables roared in unison, each unleashing their most powerful divine arts; one elder glowed all over, his body covered in arrays—powerful runes carved into his flesh, forming deadly battle formations.

At once, these formations detached from his body, transforming into countless divine swords; the powerful arrays etched into his flesh became three hundred and sixty-five beams of sword light, swiftly slashing outward.

The venerables' laws flowed; with a single thought, they could shatter mountains and rivers. Each of these divine swords could destroy a colossal mountain—and now, all three hundred and sixty-five sword beams struck together, dimming heaven and earth, blotting out sun and moon.

In the void, only these three hundred and sixty-five sword beams crisscrossed, like three hundred and sixty-five stars.

Another Zhu Jian appeared, fierce and monstrous, manifested by another venerable's divine art, slashing toward Fang Yu.

Another figure burned all over, revealing over a hundred arrays within his body, like a vast constellation emerging, brilliant and dazzling.

Fang Yu's expression remained unchanged. Seeing the three venerables strike together, he merely lifted his hand—three more Great Cutting Techniques.

Under the first Great Cutting Technique, violent void ripples shattered the first venerable's three hundred and sixty-five sword arrays.

Under the second Great Cutting Technique, the Zhu Jian was sliced into a slab of pork.

Under the third Great Cutting Technique, the hundred-plus burning arrays also shattered.

Facing the three venerables' combined assault, Fang Yu did not even use one of the top ten Great Dao techniques of the Three Thousand Great Dao—only the Great Cutting Technique, and he severed every single one of their battle arrays clean away.

Then, Fang Yu reached out and pointed; strands of Daoist Gang Qi curled forth, binding the three venerables on the spot, wrapping around their bodies and cultivation bases, completely immobilizing them.

The Three Thousand Great Dao: Great Binding Technique—a further Great Dao.

"Little one, it seems Bu Lao Mountain holds no respect for your Master at all—they sent three such pathetic venerables to deal with me."

Fang Yu's magic power flowed, dragging the three venerables forward.

"This…"

Shi Hao, the little one, didn't know what to say.

Three venerables coming together to face your Master? That's already great respect. When those three venerables revealed their deadly arrays, even I felt my heart tremble and my flesh quiver—not to mention those three hundred and sixty-five swords; even a single array could slay a King-level being. I realized how far I still am from a venerable.

But your Master shattered all three hundred and sixty-five sword arrays, destroyed every attack from the three venerables, and even bound them—this is simply too dominant!

"Bu Lao Mountain has heritage and dignity—does my Yuhuaxian Sect have neither heritage nor dignity? Today, I shall demonstrate once more, so all the world knows the majesty of my Yuhuaxian Sect."

Fang Yu said.

"Yes."

Shi Hao nodded.

The master and disciple continued forward.

The Mingwen and Liezhen realm youths who had blocked Fang Yu and Shi Hao lay unconscious, and the venerables were bound by Fang Yu and unable to break free—so Fang Yu entered the depths of Bu Lao Mountain without hindrance.

Soon, Fang Yu saw several palaces; before them stood a stone tablet inscribed with three large characters: "Shenwang Palace."

In the Eternal Life Realm, Shenwang meant nothing; in the Shrouding Heaven Realm, it was still a decent title; here in the Perfect World, Shenwang was still respectable.

Since it was called Shenwang Palace, it clearly was no ordinary place.

In ages past, Bu Lao Mountain produced many greats; some still live in the Upper Realms, and temples were built in their honor, based on their achievements and realms, to receive incense and worship.

There was not just one Shenwang Palace here—besides Shenwang Palace, there were also Tianshen Palace, demonstrating Bu Lao Mountain's strength.

This was Bu Lao Mountain's heritage.

Fang Yu didn't care.

Whether it was Yuhua Sect or Kanlishen Sect, their heritage ran far deeper than this; Bu Lao Mountain's heritage meant little.

Moving forward, no one stopped Fang Yu—he arrived at a place called Shen's Ancient Valley, where essence surged from the valley like the sun's dwelling, dazzling and radiant.

When Fang Yu reached the valley, ancient forces seemed to sense the stranger's presence; waves of light rose one after another, like great suns, and a divine aura spread through the land.

"&&&*****###"

The venerable Qin Fa, bound by Fang Yu, roared in fury—but his mouth and nose were sealed by the Great Binding Technique, unable to speak.

Yet Fang Yu still understood Qin Fa's words, translating them into human language: "You're finished, you're finished, do you know? Our divine being is about to awaken!"

Shen's Valley naturally housed divine beings—it was no secret. This was the secluded cultivation ground of Bu Lao Mountain's founding ancestor, hailed as the heart of the clan's heritage.

Fang Yu gazed forward and saw a figure appear within the palace ahead—wearing battle armor, towering and muscular, enveloped in silver radiance like an eternal, unquenchable holy flame; his body pulsed with surging divine power, as if a single movement could obliterate the heavens.

"Has Bu Lao Mountain sunk so low that an outsider dares invade here? This is a sin—a great sin."

The being wrapped in silver light spoke. As soon as his words fell, the three venerables dragged by Fang Yu trembled, as if struck by primal fear.

Fang Yu's expression remained calm, merely studying the glowing figure before him.

This being's cultivation base had surpassed the venerable realm, reaching a realm found only in the Upper Realms—apparently the Divine Flame realm.

The Divine Flame realm could be called a pseudo-divine; still distant from the true gods of this world.

At that moment, the Bu Lao Mountain Divine Flame cultivator looked over, his gaze filled with contempt: "Laughable insect. You haven't even entered the divine realm, yet dare call yourself divine? Foolish to come to Bu Lao Mountain today—you shall perish utterly."

As he spoke, the divine aura of this being surged like an ocean, raging wildly; he extended one hand and crushed down toward Fang Yu.

That hand descended, and the void itself began to ripple—as if the power of that hand was so immense, even the void could not bear it.

At this moment, disciples residing in various parts of Immortal Mountain all trembled and cried out in utter shock: "The Old Ancestor has made his move!"

"The Old Ancestor actually made a move — that outsider is surely going to die without a burial place!"

"That madman has reached his end. Facing the Old Ancestor, he's nothing but an ant. He's dead for sure — no one can save him!"

"Punish him, punish him brutally!"

Many voices rose from various places across Immortal Mountain.

At this moment, Fang Yu smiled and likewise made a great grasping motion. As his hand closed, endless streams of primal-chaos qi flowed forth; within that primal-chaos qi were also contained primal-chaos divine thunder and primal-chaos vortices, and amid their rolling flow came the sound of heaven and earth being cleaved apart, the sound of ten thousand laws being shattered.

The Great Primal-Chaos Thunder Art, hailed as a divine thunder capable of cleaving heaven and earth, is a supreme divine ability of the Eternal Life Realm.

The Great Primal-Chaos Vortex is likewise a supreme divine ability, a branch of the Three Thousand Great Daos' Great Primal-Chaos Art; as the vortex flows, it can pulverize everything.

Now, numerous supreme divine abilities of the Great Primal-Chaos were unleashed directly by Fang Yu, transforming into the Great Primal-Chaos Art, nearly suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths, causing all the myriad realms to tremble.

Two great hands collided in the void.

"Ah!"

The divine spirit of Immortal Mountain let out an unimaginable shriek of agony, a look of pain and ferocity twisting across his face.

Witnessed by the three Venerables of Immortal Mountain and Shi Hao, the great hand of that divine spirit of Immortal Mountain was directly dissolved into primal chaos by the primal-chaos qi, and the blood flowing through the void was likewise dissolved away by the primal-chaos qi.

The divine spirit of Immortal Mountain was gravely wounded in an instant.

"A dog-like thing, putting on the airs of a divine spirit before me?"

Fang Yu suddenly moved his hand, employing the Great Void Art, and in an instant arrived before that divine spirit of Immortal Mountain; then endless primal-chaos qi enveloped this divine spirit all at once.

In an instant, every trace of divinity in the divine spirit of Immortal Mountain was ground away, transforming into rolling primal-chaos qi, which was then absorbed by Fang Yu.