Chapter 825: The Can-Bend, Can-Straight Holy Sect: Chu Lingkong

In the vast underground palace, only Fang Yu and his companions remained.

The yin beings in the hall had been cleared out; outside, the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters still hesitated, but Fang Yu had stunned them all with a seemingly plain Great Freezing Spell.

The Three Thousand Great Dao paths include the Great Freezing Spell—it sounds unimpressive, but this spell was forged by Young Master Chunan over three jiazi, one hundred and eighty years, by gathering billions of years' worth of ice qi from the Cold Ice Great World.

Just that ice qi had existed for billions of years; imagine how terrifying the Great Freezing Spell would be once fully cultivated.

Now that the palace was empty, the treasure ahead lay directly before Fang Yu.

It was a pitch-black divine dais, upon which rested an ancient beast-skin scroll.

Fang Yu did not hesitate—he stepped forward immediately.

But as Fang Yu approached the black divine dais, streams of chaotic qi descended from it, instantly filling the space with chaotic qi and forming a mysterious field.

Rolling chaotic qi seemed to lock Fang Yu's physical form in place, forbidding him even a single step forward, yet chaotic qi also surged from Fang Yu's body, instantly neutralizing the chaotic qi descending from the black dais.

Then he reached out with a giant hand and seized the black divine dais outright.

The black divine dais did not appear large—only enough to hold two people—but its true weight surpassed ordinary ancient divine mountains.

If this black divine stone were refined into a great seal, it would become the Chaotic Seal; once thrown down, almost no one could escape—it would crush any peerless prodigy into pulp in an instant.

This black divine seal was indeed extremely heavy, comparable to the weight of several ancient divine mountains; only a being like Fang Yu possessed the strength to lift it—Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and Tu Fei could never manage it.

If Fang Yu now gave this black divine dais to Ye Fan, Ye Fan would be instantly crushed beneath it.

In short, among all the young elites present, only Fang Yu possessed the terrifying magic power to lift it—no one else could.

The Yao Guang Holy Son could not. The Yao Chi Holy Daughter could not. The nun from Dao Yi Holy Sect could not.

"Big brother, did we really just get the treasure from this underground palace?"

Seeing this, Tu Fei was stunned—he had expected that in a place like this, acquiring even one treasure would require bloody combat, but now, following this big brother, entering the palace to seize treasure felt like going shopping.

He flew over to inspect this black divine dais and see what kind of treasure it was, but as soon as he neared Fang Yu, the black divine dais froze him in place—he could not move a single inch in the void.

Yes, at Tu Fei's realm, he was instantly immobilized by the black divine dais, utterly unable to move.

"It seems this great treasure is truly meant for Brother Fang."

Pang Bo saw this and burst out laughing—he was tall and flew toward Fang Yu, but before he could get close, he too was frozen in place.

Ye Fan's thoughts stirred—he raised the Xuan Huang Mother Qi Cauldron above his head; though the black divine dais emitted chaotic light, the Xuan Huang Mother Qi Cauldron brushed it aside.

He was not immobilized.

The immense power of the Xuan Huang Mother Qi Root was revealed.

The Xuan Huang Mother Qi Root was a heavenly marvel even emperors treasured—a prime material for forging ultimate imperial weapons; for Ye Fan to summon this supreme treasure and remain unaffected was perfectly normal.

"Congratulations, Brother Fang, on acquiring a supreme treasure."

Ye Fan walked forward; where the Xuan Huang Mother Qi Cauldron passed, the void slightly loosened, and thus Pang Bo and Tu Fei finally regained movement.

Fang Yu saw this and smiled slightly.

This black divine dais was actually called Chaotic Stone—it seemed to have once been Emperor Wu Shi's sleeping bed; possessing it brings many advantages. If refined into a magic treasure, its rank would not be low—even if simply thrown out after refinement, no Holy Master or Supreme Elder of a Holy Sect's magic treasure could withstand this Chaotic Divine Stone.

If Fang Yu took this Chaotic Stone back and used it to refine the Eight-Part Pagoda or other high-grade Dao artifacts, it would be useful.

Things like Chaotic Stone were treasures even emperors valued—everywhere you went, they held worth.

On this Chaotic Stone lay an ancient scroll, and within the scroll was a brocade fragment inscribed with ancient characters and a topographical map.

Ye Fan, Pang Bo, and Tu Fei all turned their gazes forward with keen interest, their faces filled with excitement.

They had come here because they heard rumors of the Nine Seals; now, the final treasure seemed to lie upon this dais, within this brocade—did that mean they were about to obtain one of the Nine Seals?

"There's bad news, and good news."

Fang Yu's spiritual sense flowed forward and saw that the brocade contained no Nine Seals cultivation method—only a map and some annotations.

"Big brother, what's the bad news?"

Tu Fei asked nervously.

"The bad news is that the Nine Seals are not here."

"What?"

Tu Fei froze, disbelieving.

The brocade had no Nine Seals? Had they come all this way for nothing?

"Big brother, what's the good news?"

Tu Fei hurriedly asked.

"The good news is that this brocade contains some records of the Nine Seals."

Fang Yu directly revealed the text upon the brocade.

It was a brocade left by an ancient clan, recounting their family's history, stating that no immortal dynasty existed, nor any eternal clan—in the long river of history, even Holy Sects and ancient clans would vanish, and so would they one day.

But they could not let one of the Nine Seals perish with their clan's decline, so they left this brocade behind.

The brocade bore a drawing: a topographical map of nine dragon veins cradling a single mountain.

Zishan.

One of the Nine Seals practiced by this family was hidden within Zishan.

It was as if they had traveled for nothing.

Because Fang Yu had already been to Zishan—he had received the inheritance of Jiang Shenwang Jiang Taixu within Zishan.

One of the Nine Seals: Dou Zi Mi.

They had explored an underground palace, only to find the Nine Seal they sought had already been obtained…

"Zishan…"

Ye Fan, hearing the name, was speechless.

"Zishan?"

Tu Fei had heard it for the first time.

"This kind of Nine Secrets, I know it. Tu Fei, if you want to learn, I can pass it on to you."

Ye Fan spoke up.

"Zishan, the Scripture of No Beginning."

Fang Yu, however, was pondering the place of Zishan — that place seemed like one he could visit again.

His last trip to Zishan had been somewhat hurried; he had only obtained the Source Heavenly Book and the Dou Zi Mi. The ultimate art of the Great Emperor Wu Shi — the Scripture of No Beginning — he had not yet laid eyes on in person.

But now he was at the realm of an Undying Body, able to alter his own constitution. Perhaps he could transform into the physique of the Innate Sacred Body Dao Fetus, and obtain the Scripture of No Beginning.

Although Fang Yu had already mastered several dozen Great Daos, coming to this world and gaining some insight into the Scripture of No Beginning was not a bad thing.

Besides, that old dog Black Emperor — was he still somewhere within Zishan…

"Let's go, we can head out as well."

On this trip to the underground palace, Fang Yu's greatest gain was obtaining the Chaos Stone; besides that, there was also a pagoda.

But it seemed others did not see it that way. When Fang Yu walked out of the underground palace, there were not only the peerless Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of the younger generation from the various great Holy Lands, but also many other people who had arrived.

Among them was a man clad in a five-colored feather robe, born with a proud bearing, exceedingly extraordinary — sword-like brows swept into his temples, his gaze sharp as a blade.

This young man's name was Kong Teng, the true-disciple senior brother of Kong Quewang. He had inherited Kong Quewang's supreme profound arts, and his strength was extremely impressive.

In days past, the Four Extremes Emperor Ji Haoyue had forcibly seized Yan Ruyu's Emperor Weapon, enraging Kong Quewang. Kong Quewang dispatched his senior disciple — this very Kong Teng — to personally pursue Ji Haoyue, hunting the Four Extremes Emperor Ji family's Seventh Young Master until he had nowhere to flee up or down, nearly dying outside.

The moment this peerless genius appeared, his gaze fell upon Fang Yu, who had just come out, and many glints of light flickered within his eyes.

The Blue Jiao King had said that this Fang Yu's strength had already reached the level of a Holy Land Master, and that upon meeting him one must be exceedingly respectful — but he did not quite believe it.

Still, he would not make a move; this was what the Blue Jiao King had instructed.

"You're called Fang Yu, are you? You slew a disciple of my Yao Light Holy Land. What do you have to say about this?"