Chapter 855

In the Zhang family village, Fang Yu effortlessly gathered several stones, which existed in the forms of everyday objects: a stone roller, a stone pedestal, and a stone bowl.

Chaotic qi flowed, and within one of the stones, it melted—revealing a purple object.

Ye Fan was instantly filled with excitement.

"It's a stone gall! Extremely useful for Source Heaven Masters—it can aid in cultivating the Source Heaven Divine Perception to perfect realm."

Ye Fan's heart raced; he recognized what the purple object was.

The Source Heaven Book clearly records: when divine stone forms a gall, it clarifies the eyes, completes the Divine Perception, and naturally gives birth to the Heavenly Eye.

Among all beings in heaven and earth, some physiques are innate—such as the Immortal Spirit Eye and the Yin Nether Eye. But once the Source Heaven Divine Perception reaches perfection, it becomes a post-heavenly Heavenly Eye, capable of piercing illusions and seeing straight to the source.

Fang Yu directly handed over the stone gall—he observed stones through qi, and had no need for something like a stone gall.

"Thank you, Brother Fang."

Ye Fan carefully stored the stone gall; to someone of his status, it was priceless—nothing could replace it. Once the Source Heaven Divine Perception reached perfect completion, a single glance could pierce through the earth's ancient mines, allowing him to roam the world and locate divine source wherever he looked—truly a wellspring of wealth.

Fang Yu's expression remained calm; chaotic qi flowed again, and from a stone pedestal emerged a single grain of divine source.

Yes, only one grain of divine source.

Beside that grain of divine source lay a tuft of red hair, dazzlingly vivid, as if dyed in blood, radiating a mournful, chilling aura.

"What?"

Zhang Kuang, upon seeing the red hair, was stunned—he staggered backward several steps, nearly falling, his face filled with disbelief.

Wang Shu and Er Er Lengzi rushed forward to support him: "Fifth Elder, what happened?"

"This thing appeared in the stone? You must not touch it!"

Zhang Kuang's lips trembled; his entire face turned pale.

"Old Master, what is going on?"

Pang Bo was deeply curious; his gaze fixed on the red hair, sensing a chilling, icy aura.

"The same red hair appeared the night my ancestor, the Source Heaven Master, vanished…"

Zhang Kuang's voice shook as he recounted past events.

In their youth, Source Heaven Masters were revered wherever they went, living in great glory—but in old age, they encountered all manner of ill omens, seeing things no one else could.

Zhang Kuang's ancestor, a Source Heaven Master, faced a terrifying red-hair whirlwind in his later years—mysterious, dreadful creatures howled endlessly for an entire night, their cries echoing for dozens of li, terrifying both humans and beasts.

That night, a four-year-old child from the Zhang family had been beside the Source Heaven Master—he was driven mad by terror, only recovering after more than half a year.

Later, the child recalled seeing his grandfather's hands covered in red hair, and humanoid creatures moving about. He merely turned his head—and the Zu Clan vanished forever.

"So sinister!?"

Tu Fei feared nothing and no one, but even he was startled by Zhang Kuang's words—yet Source Heaven Masters were indeed all ill-omened, meeting all sorts of misfortunes in old age.

This was a shocking matter.

Because by old age, a Source Heaven Master had reached the pinnacle of Source Arts, possessing power that could pierce heaven and earth—even the Holy Masters of major sects could not touch them—yet they were still taken away directly by humanoid creatures.

How could this be?

Ye Fan's gaze studied the grain of divine source flowing in the chaotic qi, and he furrowed his brow.

"Brother Fang's source just unearthed should have been large—but something ate it. That thing didn't damage the stone's outer crust—it took the divine source directly."

His words caused everyone present to turn pale.

"Could it really be a Source God or Source Ghost, capable of stealing divine source?"

Tu Fei muttered.

Among the stone workshops, rumors claimed divine source could become sentient—becoming Source Gods or Source Ghosts, entities that could devour divine source without disturbing the stone's outer layer.

But these were only legends—no one knew if they were true.

"This red hair is actually a curse—it can be cultivated into a divine art."

At this moment, Fang Yu spoke—he reached out, and the red hairs ignited instantly, transforming into crimson runes that flowed into Fang Yu's body, becoming nourishment for one of the Three Thousand Great Dao's Great Cursing Arts.

"Those who practice Source Heaven Arts inevitably encounter curses. Ye Fan, I can teach you a curse technique: transform external curses into a divine art. The curse remains on you, yet causes no harm—once you fully cultivate all curses into a divine art, your own spirit becomes even clearer."

Fang Yu spoke, savoring the power of the red-hair curse, and extended his hand, transmitting a technique.

The Nine Revolutions of Cursing Light Scripture.

This was a branch of the Three Thousand Great Dao's Great Cursing Art—a supreme divine art, which he passed on to Ye Fan.

The Three Thousand Great Dao cannot be directly transmitted—but some of its branches, like this Nine Revolutions of Cursing Light Scripture, Fang Yu could impart without issue. This technique was especially powerful, continuously refining external and internal curses, reaching an unimaginable state after nine revolutions.

Nine Revolutions of Curse allows one to curse others, yet keeps the self pure and untouched by harm.

"The Nine Revolutions of Cursing Light Scripture? Brother Fang has cultivated such a divine art? Thank you, Brother Fang—I also have a marvelous method. Might it benefit you?"

After instantly receiving this supreme divine art, Ye Fan realized the Nine Revolutions of Cursing Light Scripture was profoundly mysterious—it could absorb invisible curse energy and transform it into usable power. It was utterly inconceivable.

Some Dao methods were easier to understand—like Five Elements Xu Yuan Qi or starlight power, which could be clearly seen and cultivated into arts: he could form the Mountain Embracing Seal with Five Elements Xu Yuan Qi, or the Sun-Moon Seal with starlight arts—these could even be activated with the Dou Zi Mi. But no matter how powerful the Dou Zi Mi had been in past ages, it had never produced anything like the Nine Revolutions of Cursing Light Scripture.

It was beyond imagination.

Ye Fan knew Brother Fang possessed great fortune, but he never imagined such immense fortune—he had obtained a supreme divine art like the Nine Revolutions of Cursing Light Scripture. With this art cultivated, curses meant nothing—and it was immensely beneficial to the Source Heaven Master lineage.

Of course, he did not wish to take advantage of Brother Fang, so he transmitted another supreme scripture.

The Xi Huang Scripture.

This was the mysterious scripture he had recently acquired—his most treasured supreme scripture.

"The Xi Huang Scripture—the Dao Palace Volume?"

Fang Yu sensed the supreme scripture Ye Fan transmitted—it was unmistakably the Dao Palace Volume of the Xi Huang Scripture.