Chapter 502: Cauldron Spirit

Tian Yuan City.

Inside the cave dwelling.

Fang Xing expressionlessly took out a ten-thousand-year spirit herb and tossed it into the Myriad Transformation Cauldron.

Breaking through to the Mahayana stage is a natural chasm for any cultivator, no less difficult than a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Besides, if one's condition is poor after the breakthrough, some medicinal pills are needed to recover.

It just so happened that he had some ten-thousand-year spirit herbs left, so he prepared to refine several types of pills rumored to be highly beneficial for Mahayana cultivators to recover their Dharma power and heal injuries.

Even if he didn't end up using them, preparing in advance was certainly the right move.

To put it bluntly, the cultivation of this immortal-cultivation avatar of Fang Xing's was propped up entirely by pills!

Therefore, in terms of alchemy techniques, he was well-versed and could now absolutely be considered a rare grandmaster in the cultivation world.

Even when refining Mahayana-level pills, he was equally confident.

Fang Xing continuously controlled the heat; the Myriad Transformation Spirit Flame in the cauldron was as easy to command as his own arm, retracting and expanding at will.

When the room was filled with the fragrance of pills, he cast several pill-retrieval incantations in succession, but suddenly his expression changed: "Eh?"

He saw that the Myriad Transformation Cauldron, which had been like a dead object, was actually rumbling!

An unusual vibration emerged, causing the several pills that had already formed inside the furnace to be ruined instantly!

Fang Xing couldn't care about those pills at this moment; he cast an incantation to shrink the Myriad Transformation Cauldron and held it in his hand: "Old partner... what is this... what did you sense?"

After so many years, he had roughly refined the Myriad Transformation Cauldron, and now, through the cauldron's body, he could faintly perceive a call coming from a certain direction.

"Could this be... the Cauldron Spirit?"

Fang Xing's gaze could not help but deepen.

The Myriad Transformation Cauldron was incomplete, missing only the Cauldron Spirit; he had guessed at the time that it had been taken to the Upper Realm.

He just hadn't expected it to be in the Spirit Realm!

"No!"

"Now that the three realms are converging, could it be that the Demon race or the Monster race... brought the Cauldron Spirit into the Spirit Realm ahead of time?"

Fang Xing held the Myriad Transformation Cauldron and sensed it silently again, a cold look immediately appearing on his face: "It's even actively moving toward me; they truly have some nerve..."

The instinct of an Immortal Mansion treasure is to crave completeness!

Therefore, not only could the cauldron body sense the Cauldron Spirit, the Cauldron Spirit could also sense the cauldron body!

"That direction is... Tian Yuan City?"

Tian Ge looked at the 'Demon Spirit Cauldron' in his hand, a look of astonishment appearing on his face: "This treasure is said to come from the Lower Realm... now it seems, another part of it has been brought to the Upper Realm? Haha... this is truly delivering a treasure. If I have a complete Immortal Mansion treasure in hand, isn't that more powerful than blood-sacrificing a few Integration stage cultivators?"

What's more, Tian Yuan City is a city of rogue cultivators, and there isn't even a single Mahayana cultivator there!

—Because the news about Fang Xing was too face-slapping, it remained top secret; only a handful of the human race's high-echelon knew he was hiding and cultivating in Tian Yuan City.

Tian Ge naturally wouldn't know.

He immediately turned his escape light and headed toward Tian Yuan City.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The demon light moved extremely fast, but after covering only half the distance, Tian Ge suddenly stopped, his expression somewhat strange: "It came out... and it's in my direction. Haha, could that human cultivator think he can kill me and seize the treasure?"

"Go!"

However, he was not stupid after all; he immediately bit off a finger, chewed it a few times, and spat it out.

That mass of flesh and blood rapidly proliferated, turning into a large-eyed demon monster with wings, flying toward the direction where Fang Xing was.

Using this spell, he could see and feel everything the Demon Eye saw!

It was just right to observe whether it was a trap!

Direction of Tian Yuan City.

Fang Xing was flying leisurely, focused on controlling his speed, afraid that if he were too fast, he would scare the other party away.

He didn't know how much time had passed when his eyes moved, and he saw the winged eyeball demon monster.

"Oh, still somewhat clever..."

In the Great Void, the Rotten Iron Sword suddenly appeared, and with just one strike, it pierced through the eyeball demon monster!

"Not good!"

At the same time, Tian Ge's expression changed drastically: "That person... seems to be the ascended cultivator rumored to have fought his way to the sealing of the Nine Fragrances Palace!"

His expression turned ruthless, and a pitch-black 'Great Teleportation Talisman' appeared in his hand. He bit his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto it, and prepared to activate it crazily at any cost.

But the next instant, Fang Xing, who had already calculated the distance between them and even locked onto his position, had already teleported and arrived in front of Tian Ge.

"What?"

Tian Ge's eyes widened, as if he couldn't imagine that the enemy who had been so far away just a moment ago had already arrived in front of him in an instant!

Fang Xing chuckled: "Playing Great Teleportation in front of me?"

There needs to be a certain gap between teleports, and besides, his current teleportation had limits.

That was why he had slowly shortened the distance between them, only launching a sudden attack when he was certain of success.

Otherwise, this Tian Ge might have really been able to take advantage of the gap between his teleports to activate the Great Teleportation Talisman and escape.

But now, Fang Xing reached out his hand gently.

His fingers suddenly became illusory, as if penetrating the Great Void layer, the Illusory Void layer... and pointed directly at the spatial coordinates originally set by the Great Teleportation Talisman.

A force of space emerged, destroying those coordinates.

Clatter!

The Great Teleportation Talisman, wrapped in essence blood, burned without wind, and then... nothing happened.

Tian Ge stood frozen on the spot, almost thinking that the Demon Ancestor wanted to intentionally kill him, and that the life-saving items bestowed upon him were fakes!

But he had no time for grief or indignation, because a sword light had already fallen before his eyes.

Everything came down to one word—fast! It wasn't just fast like lightning; the sword tip was shoved directly against his forehead!

If the Great Void Flying Sword Art weren't difficult to penetrate into this Demon race member's body, Fang Xing certainly wouldn't have minded performing an 'Internal Flying Sword Explosion Art'!

"Ah!"

Tian Ge's eyes were blood-red, and patches of pitch-black scales emerged on his forehead.

At the same time, a large number of pitch-black scales erupted from his body, forming a ferocious-looking Heavenly Demon Armor filled with demonic energy!

Sizzle!

The sword Qi, condensed to the extreme, erupted, arduously breaking through the Heavenly Demon Armor, then grazing Tian Ge's nose bridge, lips, and leaving a blood line on his chest...

It gave the feeling that if it had gone a few inches deeper, it could have disemboweled him.

Yet, in the end, it was just a little bit off.

Tian Ge retreated violently for dozens of miles before Fang Xing's leisurely voice reached his ears: "You're not bad... your physique can even be called quasi-Mahayana... otherwise, you should have died from that one sword strike just now."

Fang Xing had to admit one thing: the extent of his combat power's surge even exceeded his current realm.

This was, of course, because of the existence of his main body.

Precisely because of this, it made the Rotten Iron Sword, the Purple-Cyan Divine Flame, and other methods seem somewhat insufficient.

In reality, these two methods could already be considered trump cards among Integration stage cultivators.

"If you, this member of the Demon race, do not die, you will certainly be able to ascend to Mahayana in the future."

For a guy who could survive one of his sword strikes, Fang Xing did not stint on words of praise.

"You are also just an Integration stage perfection cultivator."

Tian Ge roared, his hands forming seals, and streaks of black light emerged, turning into twelve pitch-black coffins.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The pitch-black coffins exploded one after another, revealing twelve refined corpses, all of which were shockingly fierce demon corpses.

At the same time, he cast an incantation onto the Demon Spirit Cauldron, causing the cauldron body to overturn, and a sea of blood shrouded a radius of ten thousand miles.

This sea of blood and the demon corpses seemed to reflect each other, forming a Demonic Dao formation.

"Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation, One Blade Takes a Life."

Tian Ge kept chanting, stretched out his hands, and grabbed a dark red demon blade from the Demon Spirit Cauldron.

Countless ancient seal characters emerged, surrounding him and the demon blade; the momentum was exceptionally astonishing, even reaching the Mahayana level!

"Myriad Transformation Cauldron... the power of creation is not used like this."

Fang Xing shook his head and flicked his sleeve.

Roar! Roar!

The Purple-Cyan Divine Flame expanded fiercely, scorching the sea of blood and maintaining a patch of white ground within the infinite sea of blood.

Subsequently, twelve purple-cyan fire dragons emerged, pouncing on the demonic refined corpses hidden in the sea of blood.

The Rotten Iron Sword rumbled and arrived in his hand, erupting with an unimaginably brilliant sword light, meeting that Heavenly Demon blade strike!

Clang!

The blade light and sword radiance intersected, and the aftermath caused the nearby ten thousand miles of space to shatter completely.

Subsequently, one saw Fang Xing's sword light change; atop the sword tip, a lotus flower was generated.

One Sword Gives Birth to a Lotus!

Although this sword lotus was illusory, it carried gold and silver colors, as if mixing time and space, carrying a trace of time-space fusion power!

"This is..."

Watching his own Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation blade light being defeated, Tian Ge's expression changed: "Not good!"

But in an instant, that sword lotus fell upon him and slowly bloomed.

Amidst the disturbance of the long river of time, it seemed to accelerate the flow of time on his body; the wound originally left by that sword mark was actually accelerating in its collapse and expansion...

Pfft!

A head fell from mid-air.

Fang Xing withdrew the Rotten Iron Sword and sighed in admiration: "What a good Demon race member, he could probably even entangle with a Mahayana ancestor..."

Unfortunately, under the sword art he performed with the Time-Space Lotus, he still lost his head, his form and spirit both destroyed!

Once the master died, the original sea of blood and demon corpses all came to a standstill.

With a mournful cry in mid-air, that 'Demon Spirit Cauldron' fell down and was caught by Fang Xing with one hand.

"Refining the Cauldron Spirit with Demonic Dao spells? And even specially crafting a Demon Cauldron?"

He shook his head and opened his mouth.

A purple-cyan fire line landed on the Demon Spirit Cauldron, and the Purple-Cyan Divine Flame instantly wrapped around the cauldron, burning fiercely.

At the same time, a sword light was withdrawn, bringing back the Demon race member's storage treasure.

Fang Xing took it, swept it with his divine sense, and was suddenly startled, taking out a string of blood-red life tablets.

Among them, several were quite extraordinary; one look and it was clear they belonged to Integration stage cultivators.

"Have so many human cultivators secretly pledged loyalty to the Demon race? And even had their primordial spirits split and restrictions planted?"

"Forget it, there are people who fear death everywhere; it's not a big deal. I'll just throw them to Ji Ru Zong and the others to solve later."

Fang Xing sighed and continued to count the other spoils of war.

About an incense stick of time later, the purple-cyan flames in mid-air slowly dissipated, and a somewhat illusory cauldron-like phantom emerged.

This cauldron appeared bronze-colored, but there was still a lot of blood light on the surface.

"Truly a waste of things. Fortunately, the Myriad Transformation Spirit Flame is enough to purify the power of blood sacrifice..."

Fang Xing took out the Myriad Transformation Cauldron, and the Cauldron Spirit immediately pounced on it, merging with the Myriad Transformation Cauldron, and an inexplicable change was generated.

"Not bad, the laws belonging to this Myriad Transformation Cauldron are profound, and it is an important part of composing the 'Great Dao of Creation'... After being completed, it can be considered a top-tier Imperial Weapon."

Such an Imperial Weapon, even for a Great Power at the Dharma Lord stage, could be considered a treasure!

(End of this chapter)