Chapter 505

At the moment the black-robed figure moved, Fang Xing could confirm with near certainty that the opponent was also a Yuan Yan beast.

After all, the trials of the Yuan Yan Palace discriminated against all races except Yuan Yan beasts—he had experienced this firsthand.

Only those with pure Yuan Yan bloodline could pass the true trial.

Was it precisely because he was a Yuan Yan beast that he came to attempt rescuing a fellow creature?

Thus, his earlier palm strike had been merciful.

Otherwise, had he truly unleashed the Great Sun Tathagata Palm, or even driven the Great Sun Nirvana with the Imperishable Great Sun Body, that black-robed man would never have escaped…

"Just now… that black-robed man was a Black Hole-level powerhouse, right?"

At this moment, Elder Fa Lan limped over to Fang Xing, spitting blood: "Master Fang Xing, your victory over that black-robed man proves you are also a Black Hole-level powerhouse… The Clan Feilan is honored to count you as a friend."

In his heart, he even thought Amor's death was fortunate.

Had he lived, he himself would have found an excuse to kill him upon returning to the clan.

How could anyone dare offend a Black Hole-level powerhouse? What kind of brain did he have?

Know this: within the entire Clan Feilan, only the ancestral patriarch had entered the Dharma Lord realm.

"Master…"

Ji Li was also regretting his decision.

Though freedom tasted sweet, it depended on who you compared it to.

Even a servant to a cosmic powerhouse held high status!

If he remained Fang Xing's servant, his status would rival that of the Clan Feilan's patriarch.

"The clan really meddles too much—why bother redeeming him at all?"

He even began to resent his own clan for robbing him of the most important opportunity in his life.

Unfortunately, now that Fang Xing had acquired a Yuan Yan beast, he no longer held much interest in an ordinary sea race.

"As for Elder Fa Lan… I'd appreciate it if you could handle some lingering troubles for me."

Fang Xing smiled gently.

He had no patience for more visitors coming to question him.

"Naturally, Master Fang Xing is a dear friend of Clan Feilan—your identity and origins are entirely above reproach. This entire incident was entirely the black-robed man's fault!"

Elder Feilan stood atop the vast, deep black palm imprint stretching dozens of li, solemnly swearing his assurance.

…

"Heir of the Yuan Yan Palace…"

Night fell.

Though the ripples from the Black Hole-level intruder's incursion still raged, even threatening to swell into a tidal wave, the luxury hotel where Fang Xing stayed remained utterly serene—proof that Clan Feilan indeed possessed considerable influence and power.

He lay on a beach chair, a faint smile on his lips.

"I never expected… to encounter something so familiar so soon."

Moreover, the Yuan Yan Palace had once hosted trials by beings from the Great Xia planet—if he could find the relevant records, he could naturally locate Great Xia's coordinates!

Then, perhaps, he could revisit the place of his origins.

"Though the Gray Robe Marquis was only a Neutron Star-level power, I could now blow him away with a single breath; his enemy, the Blood Origin Mountain Lord, is merely a Black Hole-level being…"

"But that Yuan Zhong Divine Palace… makes an excellent spaceship."

A good spaceship isn't just about prestige—it's the finest fortress in times of danger.

He had already witnessed its specific utility today.

After indulging in food, drink, and leisure, Fang Xing's hand once again materialized the crystal ball.

He gazed at the tiny beast within, then suddenly smiled and slightly tightened his fingers.

He gazed at the small beast and suddenly smiled, his five fingers tightening slightly.

The crystal ball shattered instantly; the Yuan Yan beast cub fell to the ground and let out a frantic cry, attempting to flee.

But the next instant, a terrifying pressure erupted!

This pressure carried martial will, making the cub feel as though it beheld a monstrous sun—towering above infinite time and space, beyond any color to depict.

This pressure carried the will of martial dao, making the beast feel as if it saw a terrifying sun, towering above infinite time and space, beyond any color to depict!

It whimpered involuntarily, collapsing to the ground, tail tucked between its legs.

It looked small, pitiful, utterly helpless…

What else could be expected? It was merely an eighth-rank satellite-level cub.

Facing a thirteenth-rank Black Hole-level power, even a single breath could kill it a thousand times over.

"Enough. Don't bother thinking of escape—I'll let you go after we leave Bluewater Planet."

Fang Xing smiled and spoke.

"You… really will let me go?"

The Yuan Yan beast cub spoke, its voice surprisingly sweet and naive.

"Naturally. What are a few hundred million source coins compared to my promise from long ago?"

Fang Xing shook his head with a smile.

Still, had his earlier mercy toward the Yuan Yan Palace heir counted as helping the Yuan Yan beast at all?

Such matters were always subject to personal conscience—he had never sworn a karmic vow.

But since he had already decided to release the cub, he would not break his word.

Unless… this cub carried some secret tied to ascending to the Fourteenth Rank, the Chaos Dao Lord—then he might reconsider.

Unless… this cub carries the opportunity tied to ascending to the Fourteenth Realm's Chaotic Dao Lord, it could not possibly change its course.

The cub blinked, confused, then remembered something: "Then earlier… you attacked that black-robed man…"

"Oh? You know that black-robed man?"

Fang Xing asked curiously: "He came to rescue you, didn't he? Though… he was rather reckless."

The Deep Sea Civilization was still a high-level civilization; a thirteenth-rank power was not easily overturned.

Since no one could overturn the table, one had to follow the rules.

Thus, Fang Xing had patiently bid at auction—never expecting the Yuan Yan Palace heir to be so aggressive.

One word out of place, and he just launched straight into battle!

"I don't know him, but his aura feels… strangely familiar."

The cub stammered.

"So it's true—the chosen one must be a Yuan Yan beast."

Fang Xing nodded inwardly, then looked at the cub: "For now, stay with me… Hmm, your current form is wrong—change it." Immediately, under Fang Xing's guidance, the cub transformed into a tiny black-furred puppy, no bigger than his palm…

Fang Xing nodded silently, then looked at the Yuan Yan beast cub: "For now, you'll follow me… hmm, this form won't do—needs changing." Immediately, under Fang Xing's guidance, the cub transformed into a tiny black-furred puppy, no bigger than his palm…

Fang Xing grabbed the little black dog by the scruff of its neck, lifting it up; watching it whimper and squirm, he felt a sudden urge and rubbed its head.

This was his little cruel amusement—a small revenge against the Yuan Yan Palace spirit's racial prejudice from long ago…

This was his little whim, a small revenge against the Yuan Yan Palace's spirit for its racial prejudice back then…

Several days later.

Fang Xing shot through the sky as a streak of light, leaving Bluewater Planet and entering the depths of space.

He gazed at the streaks of meteors nearby, then raised his hand.

A tiny black puppy shot out, transforming back into a Yuan Yan beast cub.

"Now, you're free. Given your Yuan Yan beast nature, even as a cub, you should survive the harshness of space…"

"Now, you're free. Given your Yuan Yan beast nature, even as a cub, you should survive the universe's harsh environments…"

"Naturally."

The Yuan Yan beast cub nodded, instantly becoming a streak of light and vanishing into deep space.

As if afraid that even a second's delay might make Fang Xing change his mind.

Yet, after flying a distance, it turned back once to glance at Fang Xing—then said nothing, its aura swiftly fading from existence…

Yet, after flying a distance, it turned back to glance at Fang Xing, then said nothing at all, its aura swiftly vanishing…

Fang Xing silently watched it depart, feeling a quiet relief: "A karmic thread concluded… Next, the Blood Origin Mountain Lord."

As a thirteenth-rank Black Hole-level powerhouse, the Blood Origin Mountain Lord's information was no secret.

Or rather, Black Hole-level beings had higher visibility—their traces in the universe were far more numerous.

"The Blood Origin Mountain Lord is a Black Hole-level entity of the high civilization known as the Blood Prison Civilization, wielding a great treasure: the Blood Origin Mountain. This artifact combines flight, combat, and defense into one, its applications boundless—perhaps the Blood Origin Mountain Lord owes his Black Hole-level power entirely to possessing the Blood Origin Mountain… But precisely because of this, each use of the Blood Origin Mountain requires massive blood sacrifices to replenish its blood supply; the stronger the blood, the better the effect—or else sheer quantity must compensate…"

"The Blood Origin Mountain Lord is a Black Hole-level entity of the high civilization known as the Blood Hell Civilization, wielding a great treasure called the Blood Origin Mountain. This treasure combines flight, combat, and defense into one, its applications boundless—perhaps the Blood Origin Mountain Lord owes his Black Hole-level power entirely to possessing the Blood Origin Mountain. But precisely because of this, each use of the Blood Origin Mountain demands massive blood sacrifices to replenish its blood supply; the stronger the blood, the better the effect—or else sheer quantity must compensate…"

"Still, the Deep Sea Civilization and the Blood Prison Civilization are far apart—I should plan a proper cosmic route."

Fang Xing fell into thought.

At his current realm, his teleportation range had expanded further.

But against the vast distances of the Great Xia Universe—often hundreds of millions of light-years—he still fell short.

The best means of movement remained wormholes, instantly shrinking immeasurable distances.

Beyond that, for comfort, a spaceship was still preferable.

Flight and teleportation were best reserved for combat and escape.

"I'll buy a spaceship just for fun…"

"In a while, I can break through to the thirteenth-rank Dharma Lord."

In a little while, I will break through to the Law Lord of the Thirteenth Realm.

Black Hole level merely grants the combat power of a Law Lord, but is not yet a true Thirteenth Realm.

As Fang Xing pondered, his expression suddenly shifted.

A dark palace emerged from the depths of the universe, speeding toward him.

"Is it him?"

Fang Xing grew interested, gazing at the Yuan Yan Palace.

Soon, a figure flew out from the Yuan Yan Palace—dressed in black, pale-faced, with two small black horns on his head, shaped like seashells.

It was the black-robed man from before!

In his arms, he still held the Yuan Yan beast cub.

"What? After losing to me, are you coming back to challenge me again?"

Fang Xing sneered.

"Last time, if you hadn't held back, I wouldn't have escaped."

The black-clad youth's expression was cold, yet when he looked at the Yuan Yan beast cub in his arms, a trace of tenderness appeared in his eyes: "I infiltrated Blue Planet solely for this little one…"

"And then?"

Fang Xing asked with interest.

"Throughout my life, Kui Lan has never owed anyone!"

Kui Lan's face brimmed with icy pride; suddenly he raised his hand, and a black meteor shot toward him, which Fang Xing caught lightly in his palm.

Only upon closer inspection did he realize it was a black token, radiating an inexplicable aura.

"This is the credential token of the Cosmic Mystery Realm—the Black Demon Palace. Only Star Lords may enter. The rewards within are abundant…"

The black-clad youth Kui Lan's cold voice echoed: "I give this to you—we're even now…"

"Black Demon Palace?"

Fang Xing fell into thought and immediately began researching related information.

"Oh? This is indeed a valuable place—it's rumored to contain a Dao Lord's legacy?"

"And… for beings of our Black Hole level, the danger is minimal—it's a very generous reward."

A Black Hole level being possesses the combat power of a Thirteenth Realm Law Lord, yet remains below the Thirteenth Realm, in the Star Lord realm—effectively exploiting a loophole.

"Worth a visit… Even if my true body doesn't need the legacy, my cultivation avatar does."

Fang Xing couldn't help but ponder.

Even legacies like the Heavenly Emperor's Scroll only reach the Thirteenth Realm's Celestial Immortal Law Lord stage; there is nothing beyond on how to ascend to the Fourteenth Realm's Chaotic Dao Lord—or beyond that.

Gathering even a little of it here in the Great Xia universe would be beneficial.

"And… after my cultivation avatar ascends to the True Immortal Realm, I can still search for legacies there…"

"At that time, I can compare and decide which cultivation art to follow."

Fang Xing wasn't troubled—if the True Immortal Realm held a better legacy, he'd simply practice that one.

Seeing Kui Lan about to leave, he quickly called out: "Thank you for the Black Demon Token, but I have one more question…"

Second chapter update later

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