Chapter 431: Wu Jie Mountain

Black hole level!

Even within the Great Xia world, it is exceedingly rare—a being capable of matching a Law Lord with only a Star Lord's cultivation.

In the Qingyuan Great Realm, it means one can rival a Heaven Immortal with only a Soul Spirit cultivation, becoming the supreme ruler among Soul Spirits!

To reach this level through pure body refinement is even more inconceivable!

Fang Xing communicated with the "Yan Dao Mirror," and a brand-new "Nine Sources Star Body Refinement Secret Art" instantly appeared in his mind.

Aside from the addition of a final chapter titled "Black Hole Chapter," the rest of the incantations and secret methods had undergone massive adjustments.

The only thing unchanged from his original core requirement remained: it still required only absorbing starlight to cultivate.

"Black Hole Chapter… continuously increasing one's own weight and mass, using overwhelming gravity to shatter limits?"

Fang Xing glanced at it, feeling confused, but at this moment, the Yan Dao Mirror's function was not yet complete.

He gently flipped the mirror, causing the purple starlight column to fly out of its surface and land upon himself.

Roar! Roar!

In an instant, a terrifying star force descended, piercing through every bone and scale of the Black Dragon!

A sensation as if being flayed by a thousand knives came upon him, yet Fang Xing forcibly endured it with his terrifying willpower.

Screech!

Blood seeped from his dragon scales; each scale fell off, only to be swiftly replaced by brand-new ones.

Within the Yan Dao Mirror lay a force of "Creation Power," capable not only of refining techniques but also directly "pouring enlightenment" to elevate their cultivation level!

Boom!

Fang Xing felt as if immersed in a vast ocean of dense star force, every microscopic particle of his body greedily devouring starlight.

Within a short time, his physical body rapidly strengthened, and the Black Dragon's form continuously grew—from fifty meters to one hundred, then two hundred… five hundred meters!

The cave collapsed with a roar; a thousand-meter-long black-red scaled Ying Dragon burst forth from the earth, each drop of its blood seemingly containing a miniature planet slowly rotating.

Splash!

Around the Black Dragon, even space itself seemed to warp and shatter under the sheer might of its physique.

"I…"

Amidst the chaotic void currents, a black-red Ying Dragon, its entire body radiating brilliant starlight, let out a dragon roar.

Fang Xing had been slightly disoriented, but the next instant, his formidable willpower fully seized control of his body, making all strange phenomena vanish—and even activated the Transformation Technique to shrink to a twenty-meter length.

"My 'Nine Sources Star Body Refinement Secret Art'… has it broken through to Master Level?"

"Too bad… the Creation Power within the Yan Dao Mirror is completely exhausted; I couldn't push my physique to Neutron Star Body or even Black Hole Level… well, Black Hole Level was impossible to begin with, but I'd at least hoped to reach Neutron Star Level."

Even so, the Red Giant-level physique still filled Fang Xing with immense, terrifying power!

Had his willpower not been strong enough, the sheer pressure from this physique alone might have shattered his soul into dust!

"Master Level 'Nine Sources Star Body Refinement Secret Art' corresponds to Red Giant Level in the Great Xia world… Tier Eleven power in the Main Universe! Now, I've far surpassed my Main Universe body… even reaching the peak of Main Universe human professions."

"Too bad… this Black Dragon body can't be taken back… otherwise, it'd be enough to sweep through the Blue Star Federation."

Fang Xing's Main Universe body, even armored, was only at the peak of Tier Ten power.

But now, this Black Dragon's physique alone surpasses it!

"This isn't just due to Qingyuan Great Realm's nature—it's also because of a Heavenly Demon's gift… a Law Lord's power is truly terrifying."

Fang Xing silently sighed: "Now, even with just my physique, I can rival Soul Spirit cultivators of the seventh or eighth layer… Once I break through to Soul Spirit, I'll be even stronger!"

"So I should join a major faction."

Without Song Zhong's help, he couldn't have entered the Qinghua Small Realm, let alone received Qinghua Lady's inheritance and ascended in one step.

Thinking of this, he felt a pang of melancholy.

What use is a powerful Black Dragon physique if I can't take it back? Better to comprehend the Laws and walk the Law path—it's the most worthwhile.

Only what I personally comprehend and internalize is truly mine—no one can take it away!

…

After another teleportation, Fang Xing shrank his form and arrived at a green mountain, casually setting up a cave dwelling.

Then, with a flash of light from his dragon claw, a withered yellow token appeared: "Wu Jie Token… supposedly, the Wu Jie Mountain faction embraces all, treating humans and demons equally…"

Fang Xing pondered, deciding that joining Wu Jie Mountain was currently his best choice.

Otherwise, though the world was vast, no super faction would pour resources into a latecomer like him.

No matter how talented, someone who joins mid-path can never match those raised from within.

But Wu Jie Mountain has ties through his Master, and with the "Huntian Great Saint" as backing, he at least stands a fair chance.

With this thought, Fang Xing no longer hesitated; he infused the withered yellow token with black water spiritual energy, following the incantation passed down by the World Spirit Snake Woman.

"Hmm?"

In the next instant, Fang Xing's expression turned peculiar.

A thread of his consciousness, along the activated token, instantly arrived at a mysterious place.

…Upon a vast, boundless mountain.

"This is… Wu Jie Mountain?"

A black-robed figure appeared—it was Fang Xing!

At this moment, he bore ordinary features, his spiritual force at the peak of Mortal Level Nine, yet of the most common Mortal-grade quality.

Nearby, several others also appeared, similar to him.

"This is… Wu Jie Mountain's 'Tai Xu Illusion Realm'?"

Fang Xing marveled: "Everyone uses the same template—and you can even customize your face?"

He was very familiar with this—it felt just like the virtual space of the Main Universe.

"In terms of distance… the Qingyuan Great Realm is immeasurably vast; the gap between these two places isn't shorter than the distances between star systems, star clusters, and superclusters in the Main Universe… yet the Tai Xu Illusion Realm enables real-time connection…"

"Moreover, the Tai Xu Illusion Realm can even accommodate power beyond a Martial Saint, and simulate Laws…"

Fang Xing thought, and before him appeared a crimson thread of Flame Law: "This seems… stronger than Main Universe virtual technology!"

He silently reflected: "It seems… even without pursuing technology, many techniques in the Qingyuan Great Realm surpass those of the Main Universe."

Even back at the Seven Kill Demon Palace, Fang Xing had already understood this.

Under the Seven Kill Demon Palace's rule, countless mortal kingdoms existed; any single city housed tens of millions, with magic and mechanical golem arts widely used in construction, agriculture, mines, and more.

Moreover, high-level cultivators of this world—such as Soul Spirit elders—were occasionally treated as laborers, assigned tasks to control wind and rain, serving as mortal officials: "Wind Lord," "Rain Master," "Thunder God," "Lightning Mother," ensuring bountiful harvests year after year, preventing starvation…

All mortals needed to do was keep reproducing, annually selecting elite disciples to send into the demon palace for trials.

The mortal government called this the "Blood Tax."

This was only under the demon palace's rule!

It was said that in the Western Extremes, a Buddha Great Being had made a great vow, sustaining all mortals of the Western Extremes alone—everything they needed was distributed according to demand, everyone living as if in a Pure Land.

The Buddhist believers there needed only to pray daily, devoutly, chant sutras, and accumulate merit… the older and more pure their faith, the more esteemed they became.

If one's faith was impure, they were expelled from the Western Extremes and lived in utter misery—most mortals couldn't bear the fall, and suicide was common.

"Under the premise that productivity determines everything… a Great Being's productivity surpasses billions of mortals and low-level cultivators."

Fang Xing silently mocked: This Tai Xu Illusion Realm was supposedly just a game created by some Great Being of Wu Jie Mountain, yet its performance far surpassed the Main Universe—what would scientists make of that?

"But… this seems tied to specific Laws or Dao… no other faction has developed it… or if some have, they're merely regional networks like the Buddhist zones of the Western Extremes, unable to cover the entire Qingyuan Great Realm… Only Wu Jie Mountain's 'Tai Xu Illusion Realm' truly lives up to its name 'Wu Jie,' maintaining connection even within special secret realms…"

As Fang Xing silently reflected, a towering, upright ape approached: "Newcomer? The Great Saint wants to see you!"

"Lead the way."

Anyone able to use a special template within the Tai Xu Illusion Realm must have extraordinary background.

Fang Xing knew his "Wu Jie Token" had a special setting: once logged in, it sent a message to the "Huntian Great Saint."

The Great Saint always kept a thread of divine awareness stationed in the Tai Xu Illusion Realm's "Wu Jie Mountain," so someone would naturally come to guide him.

Fang Xing followed the golden-furred ape up Wu Jie Mountain to a massive palace.

The palace stood three thousand three hundred zhang tall, its entire body a heavenly blue; its twin giant gates stood wide open, yet nothing within could be seen—only bottomless darkness met the eye…

"Enter. Don't keep the Great Saint waiting."

The golden-furred ape glanced at Fang Xing once more, then sat beside the giant gate.

Fang Xing's expression unchanged, he stepped through the giant gate.

In an instant!

Heaven and earth transformed.

He found himself upon a sea of chaos—yellow, crimson, blue, and black hues constantly mingling, earth, fire, wind, and water blending into pure chaos.

Upon this sea of chaos sat a colossal, immense figure, meditating.

Its golden fur seemed to blaze fiercely, continuously elucidating some Dao principle…

"Huntian Great Saint… a living Law Lord…"

Fang Xing gazed at the indescribable form of the Huntian Great Saint, filled with awe: "A Heavenly Demon Emperor among demons… in the Main Universe, he'd be a Tier Thirteen Creator…"

"Disciple of Qinghua?"

At this moment, the Huntian Great Saint's monkey-like face stared at Fang Xing, his voice booming.

Even within the Tai Xu Illusion Realm, even though the Great Saint was only a thread of divine awareness and had suppressed most of his power, Fang Xing still felt like a candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment…

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