Chapter 924: Great Light Technique, Great Illusionless Technique, Great True Steel Technique!

Deep within the Tiangong of Kanlishen Sect, pure yang qi filled the air, drifting through the void as endless clouds churned; countless palaces stood tall, golden and brilliant, exuding great grandeur.

Fang Yu, Fang Qingxue, and others followed the master of Shengjifeng into a great hall, known as the Reception Hall, where thrones of Wang Zuo floated in the void—vast and brilliantly open.

The entire hall had been expanded by dense spatial law forces, capable of holding millions, yet the thrones were few; most disciples stood here.

Upon the foremost Wang Zuo sat a middle-aged man with a tall crown, his body imposing, eyes blazing with piercing light; within his form seemed a colossal channel, and with the slightest movement, boundless celestial yuan qi surged down.

Everyone could sense the terrifying explosive power of this being—vast beyond measure, unimaginable—as if a single grasp of his hand could crush the cosmos and starfields.

A terrifying being of Changsheng Eighth Rank, the Hun Dong realm, master of Tianzun Peak, and current Sect Master of Kanlishen Sect!

When Fang Yu gazed upon this being, he felt as if his very gaze would be shredded—within the being's body seemed a colossal vortex, effortlessly twisting, causing all stars and heavens to explode!

The Changsheng Eighth Rank, Hun Dong realm—this realm, across the myriad worlds, was an extraordinary existence; if placed in the Shrouding Heaven Realm, its cultivation base would be equivalent to that of a Great Emperor.

In other words, the being seated atop the foremost Wang Zuo was of Great Emperor caliber.

Beside this being sat over a dozen other Wang Zuo, each occupied by an immensely powerful entity radiating terrifying energy capable of annihilating universes and stars—these were the Grand Elders of Kanlishen Sect, each with a cultivation base of either Changsheng Seventh Rank, Jie Wang realm, or Changsheng Eighth Rank, Hun Dong realm.

Changsheng Seventh Rank, Jie Wang realm—this realm allows one to forge a real, tangible world within the body, housing actual life: humans, animals, mountains, rivers; civilizations may arise within this world, empires built and locked in endless war.

All civilizations, all empires, exist solely within the internal world of a Jie Wang realm being; such beings possess boundless lifespans, towering above all, watching civilizations rise and fall, divine beasts be born, worlds perish—with a single motion, they unleash crushing world-force to obliterate all.

Even Great Emperors of the Shrouding Heaven Realm cannot attain such a realm.

Changsheng Eighth Rank, Hun Dong realm, surpasses Changsheng Seventh Rank, Jie Wang realm—its internal world evolves into black holes and white holes: black holes devour all attacks, white holes expel all; countless beings within such a being's world perish instantly with each breath of the black and white holes, then are instantly reborn.

Changsheng Eighth Rank, Hun Dong realm—this is an existence of myth and legend, revered as a divine figure wherever one walks across the myriad realms.

Now, within the Tiangong of Kanlishen Sect, dozens of such beings reside.

Beyond these ancient legends, the other Wang Zuo were occupied by the masters of the various peaks.

Of the 365 peaks, there are 365 peak masters—except Tianzun Peak, whose master is the Sect Master of Kanlishen Sect.

Aside from the Tianzun Peak master, all other peak masters have reached at least Changsheng Third Rank, Dong Tian realm, many even approaching Changsheng Fifth Rank, Zao Wu realm—either Changsheng Fifth Rank Zao Wu or Changsheng Sixth Rank, Tian Wei realm—each radiating formidable energy.

Fang Yu felt as if he had arrived here and become painfully insignificant.

In the Shrouding Heaven Realm, he was already an elder figure—every sect's Holy Master, every ancient clan's patriarch, must treat him with utmost respect; though young, he had become an elder, summoned to sit beside Jiang Shenwang in Shengcheng, not among the young disciples and holy maidens.

He was no longer suited to personally confront figures of Holy Disciple caliber in the Shrouding Heaven Realm.

Figures like the Zhongzhou Yuhua Wang or the Ming Wang Body who challenged Xuan Sect—he could no longer make a move himself, lest he be accused of bullying the young.

But here, in Kanlishen Sect, within this Tiangong, he immediately felt himself to be young, a boy still in need of trial.

The ancient elders here each radiated terrifying energy, constantly inhaling and exhaling immense celestial yuan qi; with the slightest motion, they could shatter universes and stars.

Immensely powerful.

"My mindset instantly grew young again—no need to pretend to be an elder anymore."

As Fang Yu marveled, he followed the master of Shengjifeng to a Wang Zuo, sensing the gazes of several peak masters upon him—even the Sect Master of Kanlishen Sect's gaze settled upon his body, though it did not penetrate inward, merely assessing his aura.

The Sect Master even seemed to nod slightly toward Fang Yu, appearing quite satisfied.

Fang Yu felt this was no illusion, for beside the Sect Master stood Gu Dao, chief senior disciple of Tianzun Peak, whose cultivation base had already reached Changsheng Second Rank, Immortal Body realm.