Chapter 818

Four of them—Fang Yu, Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and Tu Fei—left the Xiao Shijie of the Green Dragon King. Upon hearing Fang Yu was headed to Licheng, this powerful beast clan elder naturally did not obstruct him; in fact, he even stated that after visiting several existences, he too would arrive at Licheng.

Thus, Fang Yu's group set off first.

Licheng lay within Lizhou, a region as its name suggested, picturesque and unlike the desolate landscapes of other northern territories, boasting a green oasis spanning five to six thousand li.

Fang Yu led the three of them directly with a Great Teleportation Technique, arriving right before Licheng.

"My god, is this the Ancient Ji Family's Great Void Technique? Fang Brother, you know this too?"

Tu Fei was startled.

He had just exited the Green Dragon King's Xiao Shijie and still felt a lingering attachment to the minor spirits within, but in an instant, the scenery before him shifted—he had arrived directly before Licheng.

Could this only be achieved by the Ancient Ji Family's Great Void Technique?

But the Ancient Ji Family's Great Void Technique was a forbidden secret; if anyone outside their lineage cultivated it, they would go to any lengths to reclaim it—even if another Sacred Sect's Holy Master obtained it, they would take it back.

Yet this Fang Brother also knows it?

Damn, great courage, great audacity.

"It's not the Great Void Technique—it's the Great Teleportation Technique, a divine art specifically for travel."

Fang Yu gazed ahead and saw the two large characters "Licheng" inscribed above the city gate.

"The Great Void Technique indeed has many mysteries, but techniques capable of breaking through void and teleporting are not limited to this one."

He did not belittle the Ancient Ji Family's Great Void Technique; after all, before acquiring the Great Teleportation Technique, it had greatly aided his travel and flight, and now that he possessed the Great Teleportation Technique, it was even more effective—when fully cultivated, it could span multiple Great Worlds in a single leap, and even now, one teleportation covered several million li.

"Great Teleportation Technique? This divine art sounds quite apt, but to teleport us directly from a Xiao Shijie to here—isn't that terrifying…"

Tu Fei felt that since meeting Fang Yu, the number of times he'd been stunned had clearly increased.

His shock at reaching the Immortal Platform Realm in three years, his shock at the Pure Yang Elixir, and now this Fang Brother knew another supreme divine art called the Great Teleportation Technique—its power seemed no less than the Great Void Technique?

Where had Fang Brother learned this supreme divine art?

To fly from the Green Dragon King's Xiao Shijie to Licheng, even at his own flight speed, would take at least half a month—but now they arrived instantly.

Yet the name of this divine art Fang Brother used was indeed plain.

Great Teleportation Technique.

A secret art for teleportation.

Could this teleportation secret art rival the Nine Secrets?

Tu Fei suddenly felt a revelation rise within him.

He decided that rather than searching for the Nine Secrets, it was better to listen to Fang Yu's Dao and divine arts—if he could gain even a single technique or half-form, he could become renowned in one region.

"Let's go, enter the city."

Fang Yu said.

Thus, they all entered the city together.

Entering Licheng required no elixir payment; unlike the Flying Sky City market on the Chaotic Continent, where one must pay a Pure Yang Elixir to enter, they walked straight in and saw divine blue trees lining both sides of the streets, their branches thick and leaves a sky-blue hue—a dreamlike color.

Upon entering the city, Fang Yu spotted several familiar faces.

He had few acquaintances in the Shrouding Heaven Realm, yet here he truly saw a few.

In the distance stood a purple-clad girl, about seventeen or eighteen, with arched dark brows and eyes brimming with spiritual energy, exceedingly beautiful.

She was the jewel of the Ancient Ji Family—Ji Ziyue.

Beside her stood the famed Young Master Ji, Ji Haoyue, the renowned Divine Body of the Eastern Wastelands.

He too was an acquaintance.

After all, he had visited the Shrouding Heaven Realm several times, each encounter seemingly involving a clash with this Seventh Ji; when Ji Haoyue seized the Emperor's Weapon of the Green Emperor, Fang Yu secretly struck him with a Great Cutting Technique, nearly cutting him to death, and later defeated him outright at Weitaixuan Sect.

Truly an old acquaintance.

Ye Fan's expression subtly changed—he too saw Ji Ziyue and Ji Haoyue.

In past years, he had tangled deeply with Ji Ziyue, but his relationship with the entire Ancient Ji Family was poor; he had slain several of their young disciples, effectively slapping the Ancient Ji Family across the face.

"Ye Fan, what's there to fear? Fundamentally, you're still of Weitaixuan Sect. If you're bullied outside, your eldest brother of Weitaixuan Sect will defend you—who dares act rashly? I'll kill them all."

Fang Yu looked at Ye Fan and smiled.

"Thank you, Fang Brother, but won't this bring trouble to Weitaixuan Sect?"

Ye Fan had been hunted by the Ancient Ji Family these past days, yet Weitaixuan Sect had remained silent—he understood why and did not wish to drag Elder Li Ruoyu into this.

"At first, perhaps. But kill enough, and it won't. Killing one disciple of a Sacred Ancient Clan brings trouble to Weitaixuan Sect—but if you kill the Ji Family patriarch, the Shuoguang Holy Master, and many Grand Elders, it won't bring trouble—it'll become Weitaixuan Sect's pride."

Fang Yu spoke calmly. "Let's go. I want to see if this Seventh Ji dares attack you or me."

Fang Yu's voice was calm, yet to Ye Fan and Pang Bo, it sounded utterly domineering; to Tu Fei, it solidified his resolve to cling to Fang Yu's leg—he decided to follow Fang Yu directly and recognize him as his big brother.

"Big Brother Fang is mighty!"

Tu Fei cried out.

The group moved forward and soon spotted more people.

Wu Zhongtian had also arrived.

He was a tall man with a leopard head and ringed eyes, his face covered in thick whiskers, resembling a male lion—the grandson of the Fifth Great Bandit Wu Dao, and brother to Tu Fei, Li Hei Shui, Jiang Huairen, Liu Kou, and others.

Tu Fei was about to greet Wu Zhongtian, but the bandit's descendant flickered and vanished instantly.

"Shua."

On the opposite street, a dazzling figure appeared—Shuoguang Holy Maiden, like a divine lotus just blooming, swaying gracefully as she approached.

She was an unparalleled beauty, tall and elegant, radiating a sacred aura, possessing an untouchable, otherworldly grace, beautiful to the extreme.

A fat Daoist Priest walked from afar, addressing others as Righteous Daoist Priest, his bearing solemn and majestic.

But Fang Yu knew this Righteous Daoist Priest's surname was Duan, named Duan De—extremely immoral.

Thunderous roars echoed across the sky as hundreds of mounted beast riders charged forth, each rider powerful, the heavens trembling beneath the beasts' hooves.

They were the knights of the Ancient Jiang Family.

Fang Yu and Ye Fan's gazes turned to the center of the Jiang family knights, where a cultivator was bathed in radiant light, exuding a terrifying aura.

"The primordial ancient Jiang family's divine body has emerged!"

Someone gasped in shock, their eyes blazing with fierce battle intent.

Silken music drifted gently, petals swirled in the air, and a group of white-robed maidens appeared like immortals walking on waves.

The battlefield reporter, the Yaochi Holy Maiden, had also arrived.

Yaochi had produced a female Holy Emperor and possessed an ultimate imperial artifact; it had always been aloof, above worldly strife, rarely involving itself in conflicts—but when the Green Emperor's tomb surfaced, they came, singing and playing; now that the Nine Secrets have emerged, they are here again, just as grand as ever.

Whenever something major happens in the Eastern Wilderness, the Yaochi Holy Maiden seems to appear.

Fang Yu's gaze held a faint smile as he turned toward another direction.

Dozens of ancient war chariots crushed through the heavens, rumbling forward, making the sky tremble.

Another holy sect's experts had arrived.

"Wuuu…"

Horns blared, deafeningly loud.

A massive golden warship flew in, blazing with golden radiance, hundreds of zhang long, dazzling and magnificent.

"Dayan Holy Sect, Wanchu Holy Sect!"

From nearby, the Yaoguang Holy Maiden softly uttered two names.

Two pairs of piercing gazes descended from the divine ship and ancient chariots, as if capable of piercing into one's very bones.

These were two more holy sects.

Dayan Holy Sect.

Wanchu Holy Sect.

Each holy sect had immense origins, especially "Dayan" and "Wanchu"—both terms carried profound mystery; these two sects were among the oldest in the Eastern Wilderness.

Purple qi surged from the east, boundless and noble beyond measure, enveloping the eastern sky.

A floating celestial palace appeared, riding upon purple qi, surrounded entirely by it, staining the entire realm with an ethereal aura.

"Zifu Holy Sect!"

Even Ji Haoyue, the Eastern Wilderness divine body, paled, whispering four words.

Zifu Holy Sect.

This holy sect did not arrive in war chariots or divine ships—it came directly in a purple celestial palace, piercing through the void.

Zifu, legend says, is where immortals dwell; a sect daring to bear such a name must be extraordinarily powerful.

A Daoist temple appeared, radiating endless Daoic resonance; as soon as it manifested, it seemed to have always been there—many did not even notice when it arrived.

It was not grand, built entirely of ordinary green stone, plain and unadorned, yet it exuded profound mystery.

"Dao Yi Holy Sect has also sent emissaries!"