Chapter 416: The Space Heart and Teleportation (Request Subscription)

"The second layer of secret runes… activates the 'Flame World'? This technique could severely injure me…"

Fang Xing's eyes grew dark: "A precious treasure—truly a precious treasure… The waters of this world run far deeper than I thought."

That Song disciple looked ordinary, yet the soul treasure in his hand was so terrifying.

He was now glad he hadn't provoked someone as strong as Sister Ning.

The logic was simple.

Even Song younger brother possessed a soul treasure—Sister Ning surely wouldn't be without one.

And… the power unleashed could severely wound him now, even risk his death!

He didn't know that for a mortal realm cultivator, a soul treasure was a true treasure beyond price!

Although Song younger brother's cultivation was mediocre, his ancestors had once been mighty, producing a seventh-layer Soul Realm great cultivator, which is why this 'Heartflame Battle Knife' was passed down as a family heirloom.

Now that Song younger brother is dead and the heirloom lost… an outside great clan may soon collapse.

…

One month passed quickly.

When Fang Xing quieted his mind and avoided trouble, no one could track his movements.

By the end of the month, the disciples who came for the trial were either buried in the realm or returned victorious, and the realm resumed its former tranquility.

"Roar! Roar!"

Fang Xing circled once in midair, landing atop his Black Mountain, scanning around—he was fairly satisfied.

His territory had no heavenly treasures or medicinal herbs; only those Seven Kill Demon Palace disciples, bored out of their minds, came to wreck things.

But Old White Monkey's orchard now looked like a tornado had swept through—utterly devastated.

He flew over to Old White Monkey and saw him hugging an empty stone wine jar, weeping: "My Hundred-Fruit Brew… those damned bastards didn't just destroy my orchard—they found my cellar and dug it up from bottom to top…"

"Enough, Old Sun… at least you kept your life. Isn't that enough? Didn't you say you still had twenty years of leisure? Trees can regrow, wine can be brewed again…"

Fang Xing comforted him.

"True… I'm getting used to it anyway."

Old White Monkey wiped his tears and muttered: "I checked around… the Black Wind Serpent on the West Mountain was also slain, its gallbladder ripped out—what a gruesome sight… and Jin Feng Jun, Bi Shui Yao…"

It rattled off many demon beast names.

In truth, Fang Xing knew even more great demons had died.

Yet over the next twenty years, new great demons would gradually emerge, for the Imperial Dew continued to nourish this realm—both heavenly treasures and demon beasts would flourish.

"Twenty years… continue refining the Space Law."

Fang Xing's dark eyes made his decision.

…

Spring passed, autumn came.

Upon Black Mountain.

A black dragon clutched a wine jar, drinking deeply.

"Ah!"

Fang Xing tossed the jar aside, belched: "I'm the lord of Black Mountain… yet among these minor demons, I've earned the nickname 'Old Black Demon'? I'm speechless—am I really that old?"

But after the great purge in the Ten Thousand Demons Realm, many great demons died; the survivors truly became the elder generation.

Of course, still no match for Old White Monkey.

To the outside world's minor demons, the black dragon was indeed an 'old demon'—but a reclusive one, preferring to sleep in his cave except when eating.

Fang Xing finished the Hundred-Fruit Brew, smacked his lips: "Old Sun's brewing skills keep improving…"

He sighed, then returned to his cave to sleep.

As for his size, it remained fixed at roughly twenty-five meters—without breaking through a major realm, it seemed he couldn't grow further.

He lay on the ground, his vertical pupils closed, once again delving into the Law.

Fang Xing's consciousness merged with the myriad transformations, sensing the subtle fluctuations in the void.

"The Illusory Void Layer… has sixty-nine structures. I've finally comprehended the last one… adding the previous eighteen years, that's nearly forty years?"

"Indeed, the Space Law is exceedingly difficult… I've observed the Space Origin, yet still needed nearly forty years just to barely advance to the third stage—to 'Proficient' level…"

As he meditated, the final structure of the Illusory Void Layer finally unveiled its mystery.

In that instant, a new line appeared on his attribute panel:

【Space Law: Proficient!】

【Space Law: 1/20000 (Proficient)】

…

"With this level of Law comprehension, this reincarnation wasn't wasted."

"Thirty-eight years in the blink of an eye… yet in the cultivation world, barely a dozen days. This is an unparalleled opportunity…"

Silvery threads flickered in Fang Xing's vertical pupils.

Closer inspection revealed these silver lights were composed of countless tiny runes, each bearing three-dimensional spatial structures, revealing the mysteries of Space.

They sank deeper, reaching the black dragon's heart.

"With Space Law comprehension reaching the third stage, I can now condense a 'Space Heart'! From now on, sensing spatial fluctuations will be clearer… and I can condense Spatial Rule energy."

"As a higher-order Law, Spatial Rule energy is far more terrifying than Flame Rule energy—it should allow me to effortlessly sever the void, even banish… But the greatest benefit is the ability to better utilize the void through Spatial Rule energy."

Now, looking back at himself, Fang Xing felt his use of Rule energy had been crude.

Rule energy excels at prying open Laws, creating and evolving…

Not merely brute destruction!

At this moment, Fang Xing's consciousness, carrying the silvery Spatial Rule energy, pierced into the Tai Xu Layer.

Even ascended beyond it, into a chaotic, bewildering layer of spatial structure.

—The Illusory Void Layer!

"Spatial chaos… can be stabilized by Spatial Rule energy."

As Fang Xing willed it, threads of silver light flickered; the Illusory Void Layer around his consciousness seemed to stabilize.

Simultaneously, his vision shot upward—he saw the entire Ten Thousand Demons Realm!

Even the black dragon's form grew faint, as if about to vanish.

"Teleportation!"

"This is true teleportation!"

Fang Xing's eyes blazed: "True teleportation requires the Illusory Void Layer! Stabilize the Illusory Void Layer with Spatial Rule energy… then lock a target, step forward within the Illusory Void Layer—and instantly appear billions of miles away in the material world!"

This was entirely different from cultivators' Nascent Soul teleportation through the Tai Xu Layer, which often moved only hundreds or thousands of zhang—child's play.

Not only was one a spiritual form and the other a physical body, the difficulty differed vastly.

Even the distance was incomparably greater.

"Teleportation range… depends on how far I can stabilize within the Illusory Void Layer. In other words, the maximum distance I can sense within the Illusory Void Layer is where I can teleport."

"If we compare to a Nascent Soul cultivator, their spiritual sense spans hundreds of li in the material world… but in the stabilized Illusory Void Layer, moving one li equals moving a trillion li in the material world?"

"Indeed, this is true teleportation… even a slight movement spans distances measured in light-years. But the farther the distance, the blurrier the sense—and the greater the risk of teleporting into danger."

Fang Xing's consciousness, residing in the Illusory Void Layer, silently observed the Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

From this higher-dimensional perspective, the realm's scale was easily discerned.

It was an irregular continent, three million li wide and eight million li long, dotted with vast lakes and oceans…

"With my current teleportation ability, I can reach any corner of the Ten Thousand Demons Realm…"

Fang Xing could even sense a dense 'net' encircling the realm's outer edge!

"Teleportation via the Tai Xu Layer—like Nascent Soul teleportation—could never breach it. This Ten Thousand Demons Realm is clearly the Seven Kill Demon Palace's treasure, sealed with forbidden barriers and anti-flight arrays…"

"But with Illusory Void Layer teleportation, I should be able to escape…"

Fang Xing felt a surge of temptation, but quickly suppressed it.

"No… though I'm confident even Soul Realm cultivators can't catch me, Qi Sha Dao Ren is a Heaven Realm powerhouse—a being akin to a Creator. No amount of caution is too much."

"I'll stick to the original plan. After all, the next Heavenly Demon invasion is imminent."

The original plan: use a secret technique to control a disciple as a servant, then pretend to be a tamed pet, accompanying Seven Kill Demon Palace disciples out in plain sight.

This idea came from watching Sister Ning's previous capture of Little Yellow.

For this, he'd spent decades studying the 'Ten Thousand Hearts' scripture.

He glanced at his attribute panel:

【Ten Thousand Hearts: 3/400 (Master）】

"With Master-level soul control, as long as Qi Sha Dao Ren doesn't see me face-to-face, it should be fine…"

"Even if I fail, I can still use teleportation to escape!"

"Everything is ready—waiting only for the next Heavenly Demon invasion…"

…

Several days later.

Beside the orchard.

Fang Xing shrank his size, holding a specially crafted wooden cup: "Old Sun, your brewing skills keep improving…"

The white monkey, munching a peach, stared blankly at the orchard: "Another twenty years…"

"Yes… another twenty-year calamity…"

Fang Xing glanced beside him and saw a crow the size of a millstone, and a giant white-scaled serpent.

These are the two most outstanding demonic beasts in the vicinity over the past twenty years, having already reached the Great Demon stage.

"White Ape Grandpa, Black Mountain Grandpa…"

From the crow's beak came a voice like that of a child.

Fang Xing's face twitched, continuing to watch the white ape act the part of the elder.

After the two Great Demons had left, he turned to the white ape: "Why didn't you get them to promise to fight? Are you now leaning on me?"

The white ape shook his head: "If I've lived a hundred years, Old Sun has lived enough… This time, Old Sun won't flee—I'll perish with the Hundred Fruit Grove!"

"Then forget it… Self-reliance invites heavenly aid; if heaven won't help me, I'll help myself."

Fang Xing flicked his tail, skewering several jars of fine wine: "As long as you master well the skills I've taught you over the years, hiding yourself won't be a problem—but you cannot protect other demonic beasts… or disaster will strike immediately. Remember, remember!"

His voice faded slowly, and his figure vanished…

(End of Chapter)