Chapter 885: Yao Guang Sacred Sect Must Be Erased From This Land

"It's that imperial weapon."

High above the Divine City, Fang Yu suddenly acted, sacrificing one hundred million pure yang pills to trigger a frenzy in the Chaos Tower, instantly erasing all spiritual imprints from an ultimate imperial weapon.

Thus, that ultimate imperial weapon fell into Fang Yu's hands.

It was a cauldron, forged from dragon-patterned black gold, profoundly deep and immensely majestic; the natural dragon-shaped material, even in idle motion, seemed ready to summon a true dragon to crush all beneath it.

Ultimate imperial weapon: Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron.

The ultimate imperial weapon of the Yao Guang Sacred Sect.

Yes, the ultimate imperial weapon suppressed by Fang Yu's Chaos Tower was none other than the sacred treasure of the Eastern Wilderness's Yao Guang Sacred Sect.

Fang Yu's gaze turned to the Dark Lord sealed within the Divine King's Pure Land above, then to the Yao Guang Sect Master beneath the void; a cold voice echoed across heaven and earth.

"Yao Guang Sect Master, how bold of you to lend the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron to the Dark Lord, plotting to kill me and my comrade Jiang, and to murder the Ancient Sacred Body. Your Yao Guang Sacred Sect shall be erased from this world."

"What?"

As Fang Yu's words landed, it was like a stone thrown into a thousand waves—every face showed utter disbelief.

"What just happened? The terrifying aura of an imperial weapon filled the heavens—what exactly occurred in that instant? Why does Fang Yu claim Yao Guang Sacred Sect lent their Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron to the Dark Lord?"

"I didn't see anything. I couldn't see a thing. That violent fluctuation made me kneel on the ground, my mind frozen—how could the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron have been discovered?"

"Heaven. Is it really Yao Guang Sacred Sect? The Yao Guang Sect Master only visited Jiang Shenwang not long ago."

"This is a monumental matter—will the Ancient Jiang Clan and the Grand Xuan Sect go to war against Yao Guang Sacred Sect? This will shake the heavens and earth!"

"What evidence does Fang Yu have? Don't falsely accuse the innocent—how could Yao Guang Sacred Sect have such audacity?"

Whether the immortal imperial dynasty elders of the Central Continent or the top experts of the Eastern Wilderness's sacred sects, all heard Fang Yu's words and felt disbelief—they found it hard to believe Yao Guang Sacred Sect had acted.

"Friend Fang Dao, you cannot speak lightly of this. If you misidentify the culprit, the consequences will be grave."

The imperial uncle from the Great Xia Dynasty of the Central Continent spoke.

"Indeed, Friend Fang Dao, how could the Yao Guang Sect Master dare lend the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron to the Dark Lord to oppose Jiang Shenwang? This is unforgivable treason."

The Sect Master of Wan Chu Sacred Sect also found it implausible.

As for the other imperial dynasty elders of the Central Continent, none spoke—they were eager to distance themselves from the Dark Lord, let alone defend Yao Guang Sacred Sect.

At that moment, a scream rang from high above; all eyes looked upward—in the Divine Realm, the Dark Lord faced the most terrifying killing intent, his forehead split open, his face filled with disbelief as he toppled backward onto the Pure Land.

"I refuse to accept…"

The Dark Lord refused to accept it, his eyes locked on Jiang Shenwang before him, as if he had countless words to say.

He refused to accept that after living over four thousand years, he was still slain by Jiang Shenwang; he refused to accept that the ultimate imperial weapon he borrowed had been seized by another; he refused to accept that he would perish here today—but it was useless. Within the Divine King's Pure Land, the Dark Lord shattered, his form and spirit annihilated.

Everyone was stunned by this event.

"Dead—the Dark Lord is dead!"

"Jiang Shenwang used peerless means to slay his mortal enemy!"

"Both brothers, the Lord of the Sun and the Dark Lord, have fallen to Jiang Shenwang's hands. Four thousand years ago, the Lord of the Sun died at Jiang Shenwang's hands; now the Dark Lord has met the same fate."

"The Dark Lord endured for four thousand years, hailed as immortal—no one could kill him—and yet he died so easily, utterly erased, almost unbelievable."

All were discussing—the death of a Central Continent sovereign deeply shook everyone.

This was the end of an era—a sovereign who once lorded over heaven and earth had become history, declaring to the world the terror and might of another invincible presence.

After instantly slaying the Dark Lord, Jiang Shenwang stepped down from the heavens, his gaze fixed on the Yao Guang Sect Master… and he spoke softly.

"I never expected it was you, Yao Guang Sacred Sect, who sought my life."

"What? Is it truly Yao Guang Sacred Sect?"

When Jiang Shenwang, radiating the aura of the slain Dark Lord, spoke the same words as Fang Yu, the entire Shengcheng was stunned.

Yao Guang Sacred Sect members trembled, sensing doom was near—even the Yao Guang Sect Heir and Yao Guang Sect Maiden, who had merely been spectators, now wore faces twisted with terror.

"Your Majesty, our Yao Guang Sacred Sect reveres you too much to ever strike at you—we would never dare such a thing!"

The Yao Guang Sect Maiden, named Yao Xi, her face pale, steadied her spirit and spoke.

"There is evidence, of course."

The Divine King said nothing; Fang Yu spoke—he summoned the Chaos Tower, whose chaotic qi spread open, revealing the scene within.

When people saw what lay inside the Chaos Tower, they all drew in sharp breaths.

"This… this this this—how is this possible!"

"The Yao Guang Sacred Sect's ultimate imperial weapon, the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron, is suppressed within that Chaos Tower! Heaven—does Fang Yu walk the world carrying an imperial weapon?"

"It's truly the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron—the Yao Guang Sacred Sect's Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron is inside Fang Yu's treasure? What is going on?"

"I understand—I understand completely. The earlier resonance with the Jiang Clan's Hengyu Furnace was the Yao Guang Sacred Sect's Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron. Only another ultimate imperial weapon could restrain an ultimate imperial weapon. But then Fang Yu unleashed a terrifying technique and seized the Yao Guang Sacred Sect's Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron—hence the Dark Lord's defeat!"

"Heaven, heaven—Yao Guang Sacred Sect has suffered a catastrophic loss. Their ultimate imperial weapon has been stolen by Fang Yu. Losing one ultimate imperial weapon—what difference does that make from an ordinary great sect? They've lost everything and gained nothing."

"Yao Guang Sacred Sect conspired with the Dark Lord to seize the Hengyu Furnace of the Ancient Jiang Clan—and now their own Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron has been taken! Yao Guang Sacred Sect is finished—utterly, completely finished. No one in heaven or earth can save them now!"

"Damn it, damn it—these Yao Guang people looked so righteous, that Yao Guang Sect Master still surrounded by one hundred eight halos, like a god—but behind the scenes, they did this? They deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

After seeing Fang Yu suppress the Yao Guang Sacred Sect's Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron with his Chaos Tower, everyone's scalps prickled with shock—they no longer wondered how the Chaos Tower could suppress the imperial weapon; they wondered only how the situation would unfold next.

Before all eyes, the Yao Guang Sect Master turned pale—in truth, the moment their spiritual imprints were erased from the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron, he knew Yao Guang Sacred Sect was finished, utterly and completely.

And now, the final moment had come.

"All this is my greed and lust for power, bringing ruin upon myself. I am willing to die—please, Divine King, spare the lives of Yao Guang Sacred Sect's disciples. They are innocent."

The Yao Guang Sect Master bowed to the Divine King.

"If I die today, what will become of the Jiang Clan's disciples?"

Jiang Shenwang's gaze was cold as he regarded this Yao Guang Sect Master, who could be called his junior.

All hearts grew icy—if Jiang Shenwang had perished today and the Jiang Clan's ultimate imperial weapon, the Hengyu Furnace, had been lost, the Jiang Clan would face total annihilation. Not a single soul would survive.

The enmity between the Dark Lord and Jiang Shenwang was too great—he would have exacted brutal revenge. The Jiang Clan would have been left barren, not a blade of grass standing.

This was a struggle of fate—no step could be wrong.

Now that we have won, we certainly cannot easily forgive the defeated.

"The Shengguang Sacred Sect will cease to exist from this day forward."

Fang Yu delivered the final verdict, declaring the fate of the Shengguang Sacred Sect.

The Chaos Tower descended upon him, crushing the Shengguang Holy Master without any resistance, reducing him to a mist of blood.

"A Holy Master!"

"Was the Shengguang Holy Master really slain like this?"

"A great figure from the Southern Region of the Eastern Wastelands, crushed into a mist of blood—is this even cultivation?"

"He got what he deserved, he got what he deserved, but to die so suddenly is truly heartbreaking."

The Chaos Tower fell; the Shengguang Holy Master died.

The Shengguang Holy Disciple and the Shengguang Holy Maiden were nearly in despair, wanting to unleash a peerless attack against Fang Yu, but they dared not.

At this moment, they frantically fled in opposite directions—any chance to escape with their lives was worth taking.

"Under a toppled nest, no egg remains intact."