Chapter 906

Fang Yu collected the fire raven and sent it into the Chaos Tower; this fire raven, if placed in the Eternal Life Realm, could at least be refined into the spirit of a mid-grade Dao artifact.

It's quite a decent treasure.

"It's truly ferocious!"

Pang Bo marveled endlessly, then walked over and suddenly stared at a black beast bone, "What is this?"

"Sun True Scripture…"

Fang Yu moved, recognizing the text within.

The Sun True Scripture is not complete—it's only a fragment—but still extremely precious.

The Sun True Scripture and the Moon True Scripture are both profoundly mysterious scriptures; during the ancient era when humanity first rose, these two ancient scriptures enabled countless humans to ascend, and the ancient emperors who forged their own methods were all influenced by the Sun True Scripture and the Moon True Scripture.

Even this fragment of the Sun True Scripture here still benefits Fang Yu.

Of course, Fang Yu already understands much about the Sun Dao—such as the Supreme Divine Art of Haozhen Fire in the Yuhua Sect, and the Great Sun Catastrophe Fire in the Taiyi Sect; though this Supreme Divine Art primarily cultivates the "catastrophe fire," it is still related to the Great Sun.

Moreover, the Book of Infinite Stars is the encyclopedia of the Star Dao, and the Sun Dao is also contained within it.

Now, Fang Yu has encountered this incomplete Sun True Scripture—it's still some gain.

After studying here for a moment, the group continued forward.

Ahead lay a pitch-black canyon, its depths echoing as if connected to the Netherworld.

The black canyon was bottomless, howling with ghostly winds; many white skulls were blown up, making this an ominous place, littered with snow-white skulls—a world of death.

No one knew why it had become this way.

But there were no Emperor-level array patterns here, so Fang Yu took a single step and passed through.

The Great Technique of the Three Thousand Dao Translocation was extremely convenient for travel.

After passing through the previously sinister zone, they pressed forward, crossing one wasteland after another, finally reaching the deepest point.

At the center rose a towering mountain, its entire body dark red, as if soaked in blood; if one sniffed closely, a faint scent of blood could be detected.

On the mountain's surface could be seen an ancient coffin, deeply eerie.

"Could that be the burial site of the accomplished Holy Body?"

Tu Fei felt a chill.

Ye Fan also found it strange.

Legends say the accomplished Holy Body of the Ancient Desolation perished on Holy Cliff—could his body be inside that coffin?

The group pressed forward and saw a golden ancient scroll sealed onto the mountain, radiating mysterious energy and a vast, oppressive pressure.

This place was even more dangerous.

Tu Fei threw out a weapon; it vanished without a sound, reduced to ash—clearly, one misstep meant certain death.

Even the Holy Masters of the great sects would die here if they stepped in.

"If we take one wrong step, we're finished—completely finished."

"No problem."

Fang Yu continued stepping forward; his mind's wisdom flowed, revealing a path to life—if they followed this path, there was little to fear.

The traces left by the Wusheng Emperor were the key to survival for Fang Yu, especially since he had previously visited Zishan and obtained the Wusheng Scripture.

Ascending with the mystery of the Wusheng Scripture was like walking on flat ground.

Suddenly, a massive black hole appeared in the distance, emitting terrifying devouring power.

"Big brother, what's going on!"

Tu Fei was startled.

"A single leaf was blown up, triggering this change."

Fang Yu seemed unfazed.

"This… is too terrifying!"

The group was startled.

Climbing up the mountain took a full hour; along the way they encountered many strange entities, some cultivators dead for countless years still blocking the path.

Fang Yu had no qualms about sending these beings to true death.

"What's that? Looks like a blood pit?"

Tu Fei was astonished—he saw fresh blood pits in this region.

"These are the blood of the accomplished Holy Body, though its essence has already dissipated…"

Ye Fan sensed a familiar energy.

It was indeed the blood of the accomplished Holy Body; though over a hundred thousand years had passed, the blood had not dried—what kind of incredible power was this?

In the blood pit were also remnants of spiritual herbs, but they had already been harvested.

No need to guess—those herbs must have had astonishing potency.

"Chi Long is trapped here…"

There were characters in the blood pit.

After seeing this phrase, everyone understood: the one who harvested the herbs was the old Daoist Chi Long—he had come here long ago and was sealed here for fifteen hundred years; without the herbs sustaining his life, he would have died long ago.

This mighty demon king could not advance a single step further—beyond this point, the array patterns were enough to slay beings like him.

Here, they drew closer to the golden inscription on the cliff, which appeared forged from gold, emitting strange ripples.

This inscription was the Supreme Sacred Artifact forged by the Wusheng Emperor himself—the God-Sealing Tablet—its power immense, nearly equal to the Wusheng Emperor's own hand.

Beside this ancient tablet were several imprints: one was a bald-headed figure, another an old man draped in a green ox, with purple qi flowing around him—vivid and lifelike.

"One looks like Sakyamuni?"

Pang Bo was uncertain.

"Could the other be Laozi? Did he also reach here?"

Ye Fan was also somewhat disheveled.

He felt something heating up inside his body; after taking it out, it was a Bodhi seed.

With the Bodhi seed now in hand, he felt the two imprints on the black mountain seem to come alive.

"Shakyamuni."

Fang Yu's gaze also looked forward, as if seeing a Buddha seated beneath a Bodhi tree, expounding his Daoist arts and divine abilities.

On the other side, purple qi came from the east, a blue ox headed west, carrying an old man, flowing with the great Dao's qi mechanism, incomprehensibly profound and distant.

Whether Shakyamuni or Laozi, both conveyed a supreme Dao rhyme; although unable to comprehend the specific Dao rhyme, it was still immensely profound.

"I, Fang Yu, have also visited this place."

Fang Yu's mind stirred slightly, and here he circulated out much qi mechanism, transforming into a Heaven-Earth Dharma Aspect with the Five Emperors' Flowery Canopy above its head.

His current cultivation base naturally could not compare to these two, but wanting to catch up to them would not be too slow.

"Let's go."

Fang Yu stepped forward, leading the crowd straight up the Sacred Cliff, finally arriving atop a vast cliff face.

This place was extremely broad, enough to build a small town upon it.

However, this place was a barren wasteland, not a blade of grass growing, the whole area appearing pitch-black in color, some places even having puddles with bright red liquid flowing within.

And the most eye-catching was the edge of the Sacred Cliff, where there was a massive stone coffin, a full hundred zhang long, suspended on the sheer cliff.

"Inside here is the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body!"