Chapter 808: Another Desolate Ancient Sacred Body

Before the young men and women of the Demon Race, Fang Yu displayed a powerful utilization of resources, utterly stunning everyone present.

The power of the stars in the sky could be devoured, the dead, silent energy in the void could be devoured, even the bizarre and unfathomable power of curses could be devoured.

All manner of energies could be devoured.

If one were to follow such a devouring efficiency, then even a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body could probably cultivate very quickly to the fifth level of the Dao Palace, or even the Four Extremities Secret Realm.

What in this world cannot be devoured?

"Speaking of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, actually within this small heaven and earth of our Demon Race there is also one. I wonder, Brother Ye, if you would be interested in meeting them?"

While everyone was still in shock, the Green-Clad Little Jiao King spoke up, seemingly wanting to do Ye Fan a favor.

"What? Within the small heaven and earth here there is also a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body? Brother Green-Clad, could you take me there right now?"

Astonishment clearly rose on Ye Fan's face; he had never imagined he could meet another Desolate Ancient Sacred Body here. If he truly could meet one, it would surely be a heaven-sent great encounter.

"I also want to see the small heaven and earth of the Demon Race. Right now my cultivation base is only one step away from reaching the stage of opening up a small heaven and earth."

Fang Yu spoke.

The words he uttered once again made the many young men and women of the Demon Race feel it was inconceivable; some even thought it impossible.

Whether it was the Green-Clad Little Jiao King or Yan Ruyu, both felt it somewhat hard to believe.

Because it was common knowledge in the Cultivation World that if one wished to open up a small cave heaven, one had to cultivate to the level of the ancient sages, reaching the realm of the sages of antiquity, before it was even possible to open up a small world.

Now this Brother Fang Yu was actually only one step away from opening a small cave heaven. Did that not mean that this Brother Fang's strength had already reached the third level of the Immortal Platform, the realm of a Path-Slaying King?

The Immortal Platform Realm had several levels. To be able to cultivate to the first level of the Immortal Platform made one the Holy Lord of each Holy Land, and if one cultivated to the second level of the Immortal Platform, one would be an existence on the level of a Supreme Elder of each Holy Land.

A Path-Slaying King was the third level of the Immortal Platform. Such an existence in the present era had already become a myth, a legend; for many years no one had been heard of succeeding in Path-Slaying.

Only above the Path-Slaying realm could one be a sage or great sage capable of opening up a small cave heaven or small world.

Had Fang Yu's strength already reached such a level?

Both Yan Ruyu and the Green-Clad Little Jiao King felt it should not be so.

Because in the present era, even the most outstanding geniuses of the Holy Lands were only at the Four Extremities Secret Realm; being at the Four Extremities Secret Realm at that age was already a genius among geniuses.

No matter how one cultivated, a cultivator still needed time and resources. It was impossible for a person to reach the realm of Holy Lord, let alone King, in just a few short years. Being able to reach the Four Extremities Secret Realm was already a once-in-a-generation genius, having received countless nurturing from the sect.

"Brother Fang's realm is actually that of a Path-Slaying King?"

Pang Bo and Ye Fan listened with feelings of emotion in their hearts, because they knew exactly how many years this Brother Fang had cultivated. The Nine Dragons pulling the coffin were still there, yet the man had already Slayed the Path?

Path-Slaying, the third level of the Immortal Platform—such common knowledge of cultivation, they now also knew. After all, they had once spent some days cultivating under the guidance of the senior Li Ruoyu, and knew that cultivation began from the Wheel Sea, passed through the Dao Palace, the Four Extremities, the Dragon Transformation, and ascended to the Immortal Platform.

"Brother Fang, please; Brother Ye, please; Brother Pang Bo, please."

The Green-Clad Little Jiao King was shaken within, but still led Fang Yu and the others toward the small world of the Demon Race.

Small worlds, small heavens and earth—such wondrous places could only be opened up by the ancient sages. The small ones were a few dozen zhang across, the large ones could be several hundred li across.

The small world that the Green-Clad Little Jiao King led Fang Yu to was a full two hundred plus li across, which could be called vast. However, this small world was not opened up by the Green Jiao King; he did not yet have that kind of strength.

This small world was discovered by the Green Jiao King. This great being of the Demon Race had also obtained quite a few fortuitous encounters, among which this small world was one of the Green Jiao King's great encounters. After his discovery, he directly took up residence, and even gathered quite a few of the Demon Race, establishing a force of no small size.

Within this small world of two hundred li across, there was also a demon city. Its scale was not very large, but it was extremely prosperous; one could sell spiritual medicines and sources within, exchange them for materials, and trade what one had for what one lacked.

High in the sky, there was also a great fire pearl artificially refined, treated as a small sun. When the great fire pearl rose, it was day; when the great fire pearl descended, it was night.

Fang Yu watched and clicked his tongue in wonder.

In this small world, there was still a distinction between day and night. Deep within the Yuhua Sect's Yuhua Tiangong, where the Three Saints of Yuhua resided, there was no such thing as night. Three suns hung in the sky, and the Three Saints of Yuhua dwelt within those three suns; the entire void was filled with Pure Yang Mountains.

One Supreme Elder dwelt upon one Pure Yang Mountain; the Qi of Nine Yangs permeated the void, illuminating that void so that not a trace of Yin Qi remained.

Whether male Supreme Elders or female Supreme Elders, all were existences who did not need to sleep, did not need to rest, and forever maintained their peak condition.

Compared with the depths of the Yuhua Tiangong, this small world had a great deal more of the warmth of human feeling, a few shades more of the dust and red dust of the mortal world.

It was also not bad.

Each person had each person's way of living.

"Fresh Blood Dragon Wood, walk on by and don't miss out!"

"Top-grade Blood Crystal Stone, soaked in the blood of a great being, most suitable for refining artifacts!"

"Ancient treasure just dug up, selling cheap, only need ten jin of source!"

The air of the mortal world was a bit thick, making Fang Yu sense the atmosphere of the marketplace on the Chaotic Continent. However, when his divine sense swept over, he discovered that many of the things were actually fake.

On a stall ahead, a purple sandalwood table displayed an old tree root, and the stall owner claimed it was a rare root of Blood Dragon Wood.

But anyone could tell it was just some casually dug-up old tree root, not Blood Dragon Wood at all.