Chapter 862

Fang Yu said nothing more and walked directly into the Yaoguang Sacred Site's stone yard.

This was an ancient complex of buildings, steeped in history, where sacred light flowed under the sun's rays.

The various stone gardens were far from barren, filled with ancient trees so dense they felt like stepping into a primeval forest.

Fang Yu pressed straight inward, and along the way encountered Yaoguang Stone Yard's people, their faces plainly reading "not welcome."

Almost everyone who was supposed to be here had already arrived; at a glance, a sea of white heads—all elder figures.

Among the younger generation, only those of Saint Son or Saint Daughter status could enter the Heaven-character stone garden—such as Jiang Yifei of the Jiang Clan, Zi Xia Immortal of the Purple Mansion, the Yaochi Saint Daughter, and the Dao Yi nun.

"You finally came! I thought you wouldn't show."

A young disciple of the Yuanshu Clan sneered.

"Take a good look at this world—when true Source Art clashes begin, you'll know what happens!"

Another young man smirked at the corner of his mouth.

"If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, you might still live."

Another young man of the Yuanshu Clan spoke.

"Noisy."

Fang Yu shook his head, reached out with one hand, and unleashed the Great Void Heaven Art—when the Hand of Heaven appeared, it became the sole presence in this realm, all else destined to be seized and unable to escape.

"You dare?"

Three Yuanshu Clan disciples were stunned, scrambling to flee—but they had no power to resist, and were instantly seized by that giant hand.

Boom!

One after another, Yuanshu Clan youths were snatched by the giant hand and slammed hard to the ground, kneeling.

Boom!

Boom!

Two more crashes.

The three Yuanshu Clan disciples who had mocked him were instantly suppressed by Fang Yu, kneeling on the ground, unable to lift their heads.

"What?"

"He dared to strike directly? Fang Yu is too domineering."

"His move just now seemed profoundly mysterious and terrifying—I think if it were me, I couldn't have dodged it."

"What kind of grasp technique is that? It must be a peerless divine art."

All the elders and young Saint Sons and Daughters watching changed expression—they had never expected Fang Yu to suppress the Yuanshu Clan's young disciples right here.

"Hmph, Brother Fang's cultivation base is peerless among our generation; those few Yuanshu Clan fools dared to mock him—they deserve to die."

Xiang Yifei, Saint Son of the Dàyǎn Sacred Site, spoke, his eyes brimming with disdain for the Yuanshu Clan disciples.

These disciples are nothing but spoiled brats—they didn't even bother to inquire about Brother Fang's cultivation base, thinking he's only strong in Source Art, when his true terror lies in his Dao arts and divine techniques.

With the Chaos Body, all arts are impervious.

How dare these fools mock Brother Fang? They deserve to die.

"Young man, what do you mean by this?"

From nearby, the four Yuanshu Clan Masters saw Fang Yu directly suppressing their disciples—their faces darkened instantly.

"These dogs don't know respect or propriety, can't speak properly—let them kneel and stay silent. What do you think?"

Fang Yu's gaze turned to the four Yuanshu Masters, his voice calm.

"Fine, you're good. Then let's begin the Source Art duel. Old man Nangong Qi will face you."

An elder of the ancient Yuanshu Clan spoke coldly, naming himself.

Nangong Clan, Nangong Qi—recognized as a Source Art Master over a decade ago, his name known throughout the Northern Region.

"How are the rules set?"

Fang Yu asked.

"Each bets three stones. Whoever wins takes the other's two million catties of source, plus any rare treasures the other uncovers."

Nangong Qi said.

"Agreed."

Fang Yu nodded.

"Then choose your stones."

Nangong Qi sneered and stepped first into the bamboo grove.

In the Heaven-character stone garden, the elder figures and Saint Son elites followed, watching how they selected their stones.

Every odd stone here was extraordinary, each astonishing to behold—though their prices were enough to deter all but the wealthiest.

As Fang Yu approached one peculiar stone, it suddenly shattered, blasting forth a golden light.

Boom!

As if a great star had fallen from the cosmos and exploded midair, blinding golden energy radiated unimaginable power.

"The aura of divine source!"

"What happened?"

"Why did it shatter and attack Brother Fang?"

"This energy is too terrifying—it could kill elder experts!"

Everyone was stunned, sensing a heart-stopping aura—such sudden outbursts of divine power could obliterate elder experts.

This turn of events stunned all, none understanding what had occurred.

But Fang Yu understood—it was clearly Nangong Qi setting a trap, tampering with this stone so it would explode violently toward him.

At such close range, even a Saint Son of the Four Extremities Secret Realm might not escape; an elder could easily perish—but Fang Yu's gaze shot out a slicing light, severing the divine source energy into nothingness.

"A source technique duel decides life or death—excellent, we'll watch after a while."

Fang Yu stepped forward and in an instant appeared before Nangong Qi.

His words left everyone utterly stunned.

Yaochi Holy Maiden, Yao Yuekong, Jin Chixiao, Jiang Yifei, and others all turned to Fang Yu, wanting to ask something, but clearly this was not the right moment.

"I choose this one."

Fang Yu reached out with a giant hand and directly selected a piece of stone.

The stone stood over two meters tall, shaped like an ancient tomb, saturated with traces of time—it looked less like a stone and more like an ancient relic.

"Immortal Tomb?!"

"Fang Yu chose the Immortal Tomb! That's an ancient relic from Yaoguang Stone Yard, the absolute treasure of the garden—we all wanted to take a look."

"This stone has great significance. Back in my day, I nearly teamed up with someone to buy it, but I never dared to act. Its value is twenty-five ten thousand sources—too expensive."

"You've chosen this rare treasure—truly a sight to behold. This stone may very well be a true Immortal Tomb formed by heaven itself."

"Perfect! He chose the Immortal Tomb—today we can finally see it properly."

The Immortal Tomb, this rare treasure, carried great fame in Shengcheng, but few dared to buy it, for the stone was too peculiar—no one could discern what lay inside; if misjudged, the loss would be catastrophic.

So when Fang Yu unhesitatingly chose this rare treasure, all the old men became extremely excited—even more excited than Fang Yu—today, at last, their wish would be fulfilled.

Fang Yu did not pause, but continued forward and selected another piece of stone.

"This is the Blood Sacrifice Altar!"

"Another rare treasure! Legend says this stone was transported from the Tai Chu Forbidden Zone."

"It's valued at thirty thousand catties of pure source—the most expensive rare treasure in Yaoguang Stone Yard, ranking among the top five in all of Shengcheng's stone yards—and yet Fang Yu chose it?"

"Fang Yu is so dominant, so terrifying—he first chose the Immortal Tomb worth twenty thousand catties of source, then the Blood Sacrifice Altar worth thirty thousand catties—already spending fifty-five thousand catties at once! How extravagant!"

"Insane, insane—is this what life is like for the rich? It makes me envious and furious."

Inside the stone garden, chaos erupted as people buzzed with talk; outside, the crowd boiled over.

Too many people came today—most could not enter; only a select few gained access.

When those watching outside saw Fang Yu spend twenty-five thousand catties on his first selection and thirty thousand catties on his second, their heads spun.

Fifty-five thousand catties in total—more extravagant than even the Holy Lord's spending.

Almost everyone was thrilled; the Holy Sons of the various great clans were deeply shaken—fifty-five thousand catties of source made them all draw sharp breaths.

The old men were also deeply agitated—both the Immortal Tomb and the Blood Sacrifice Altar were famed legendary treasures of Yaoguang Stone Yard, watched for years by many, yet no one dared to act.

If either of these two treasures failed, the loss would be unbearable.

And at this very moment, Fang Yu acted again, directly selecting a third stone.

This stone was called the "Demon Embryo"—perfectly round, naturally formed, spherical, valued at twelve thousand catties of source, smooth and warm to the touch.

Fang Yu showed no hesitation and immediately claimed all three rare stones.