Chapter 649: Handling (Bonus Chapter for Subscription)

Black Dragon Secret Realm.

The deepest depths.

Under the terrifying gravitational environment, even light seemed captured.

In a stretch of darkness, two vertical pupils suddenly opened, radiating cold, heartless intent.

“Consciousness descending!”

Fang Xing’s spiritual sense swept through, merging with his Black Dragon body.

Since ascending to Dao Master and refining the Gates of All Realms, he could freely choose his method of traversal.

This time, coming to the Qingyuan Great Realm, he still needed to meet Pan Gu Wu.

It’s better to be cautious than sorry, so he decided to use this residual body of his.

That way, even if he died, it would only be the loss of a mere avatar—no impact on his true self.

“My Black Dragon body should already be dead…”

“But since I walked the Black Hole Path, my physique was immensely strong—even at the Twelve Realms, I could withstand Heaven Immortals and Heaven Demons of the Thirteenth Realm with sheer flesh alone… so it remained.”

Fang Xing’s consciousness swiftly took control of his original body, with not the slightest resistance.

Then, he felt a terrifying curse force assaulting him.

“Qing Emperor’s Eternal Curse? Hah, a mere Fourteenth Realm curse, you think you can affect me?”

Fang Xing casually shook himself, and the curse that had once rendered the Black Dragon body helpless, forcing it into passive dissolution, vanished instantly.

Thump!

Thump!

The Zhulong bloodline roared again, and the Black Dragon’s heart began to beat.

All of it was like an ancient ghost possessing a corpse, then gaining “rebirth!”

Whoosh!

The Black Dragon’s corpse vanished, replaced by a young man dressed in black.

“Hmm?”

Fang Xing touched his own face, sensing a subtle aura: “This Qingmu Realm should repel external Heaven Immortals… yet I’m a Chaos Dao Master higher than a Heaven Immortal!”

But now, he felt almost no world rejection or pressure.

“Of course—Dao Masters shift with the world; it’s not me adapting to the world, but the world that must adapt to me!”

The moment Fang Xing awoke and transformed into human form,

the original black hole within the Darkless Abyss vanished naturally.

“Huh?”

“That gravitational pull is gone?”

The several Yuan Shen cultivators who had just entered exchanged glances, each seeing flames in the others’ eyes: “Has the Black Dragon Secret Realm changed?”

“Perfect opportunity—head straight for the center!”

“That’s a place even Yuan Shen Overlords struggle to enter. Now that danger’s gone, perhaps we can gain a chance!”

“Whether we can break through to Heaven Immortal is uncertain—we must risk it to rise!”

“Go! Go! Go!”

Streams of light surged wildly toward the black hole’s center.

Among them were the cultivators from Wu Jie Mountain who had just entered the realm.

Fang Xing, watching this, wore an expression of utter disbelief: “They’re… trying to loot my coins? I’m not some old geezer—I’m still young!”

He looked before him and saw a mirror and a circular ring, each emitting distinct power.

The Mirror of Years was one thing, but this ring was an Emperor Weapon—the Voidless Ring. Even a Fourteenth Realm Chaos Dao Master would need great effort to forge it.

“Alright, prices have depreciated—I’m a Chaos Dao Master now…”

Fang Xing muttered, then linked his consciousness to a soul imprint: “Duo Mi, come to me!”

In his perception, Duo Mi was only at the Third Realm of Heaven Demon.

Though after breaking through to Heaven Demon or Heaven Immortal, lifespan becomes infinite, each advancement is painfully slow, often stuck at a bottleneck—yet even this level of power made him look down on her.

Now, Duo Mi wasn’t even fit to be his servant.

“And why did my Black Dragon tomb become a secret realm?”

For these Yuan Shen cultivators around him, Fang Xing held absolute control.

He thought once, and the power of Pan Wu Dao descended like thunder.

The next instant,

Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!

Figures appeared—Yuan Shen cultivators who had come to explore or refine their bodies—each landing like statues, eyes the only part still mobile.

Fang Xing waited a moment longer, then saw a dark green light descend, revealing Duo Mi’s form.

“Master!”

Duo Mi, seeing Fang Xing, was deeply agitated.

She was his soul slave, utterly loyal.

Otherwise, had Fang Xing returned to find such desecration of his burial ground, he would have crushed her instantly.

Now, he wanted to hear her explanation.

“Master… it has been tens of thousands of years since your slumber.”

Duo Mi’s eyes reddened: “After you fell asleep, some petty thieves came seeking treasures—I killed them all… but later, the Wu Huang Palace and other forces sent their Yuan Shen Overlords together. I couldn’t fight them, so I barely negotiated a truce… Fortunately, the core area where you lay grew ever more terrifying—even Yuan Shen Overlords struggle to enter… or else I would have fought them to the death.”

“So… you’ve had it hard too.”

Fang Xing sighed. He believed her—her soul enslavement remained unbroken.

“But Wu Huang Palace… and Qing Emperor Palace… these are karmic threads. When I seek transcendence, I’ll have to cut them all.”

He turned to the others: “Are these the prodigies of the major sects?”

“Yes. I negotiated with them: every ten years, a portion of their prodigies may use the Black Dragon Secret Realm to refine their bodies…”

Duo Mi lowered her voice: “But their motives are clearly impure—they’re here solely for treasures.”

Snap!

Fang Xing snapped his fingers, and the Yuan Shen cultivators immediately regained movement.

A black-clad youth with sword-like brows and starlit eyes bowed: “Wu Jie Mountain’s Cang Fu, greetings to the Black Dragon Imperial Son. Congratulations on escaping your plight and ascending to Heaven Demon!” “Sssss…”

“Is this the Black Dragon Imperial Son? The legendary figure?”

“Wasn’t he already dead?”

“No—perhaps he merely entered a state of ice-sealed slumber!”

“Yuan Shen cultivators live ten thousand years. Even Yuan Shen Overlords can’t escape this curse. His survival proves he must have ascended to Heaven Demon.”

…

Prodigies from other sects exchanged spiritual thoughts.

“No! I think this demon merely used some secret technique to fake his death—remember, we’re in Qingmu Realm! If he were a Heaven Demon, he’d already be repelled…”

A girl with scaled skin whispered.

Then she saw Fang Xing’s gaze turn toward her, and her heart went hollow.

“Qing Emperor Palace? That aura of demonic royal blood… still as repulsive as ever…”

!

Fang Xing shook his head and casually pointed.

Boom!

The beautiful demonic girl’s head exploded, her soul extinguished—dead.

Even the several Heaven Demon talismans on her person had no effect against his single finger.

“What?”

Seeing Fang Xing act, all Yuan Shen cultivators except Cang Fu were stunned: “The Black Dragon Imperial Son is as violent and cruel as the legends say…”

“No—the legends say he has blood feud with Qing Emperor Palace! Qing Qing was just unlucky—she walked right into his hands. He once slew two Demon Emperors outright—would he care about a mere Yuan Shen demon?”

…

Fang Xing smiled silently.

These Yuan Shen cultivators thought their spiritual whispers were hidden, but to him, they were like shouting with hands over their ears.

“Are you from Wu Huang Palace?”

Fang Xing turned to a golden-armored youth and casually pointed.

Puff!

The golden-armored youth died too.

“Better. Much more pleasant to look at.”

Fang Xing looked at Cang Fu: “Good. I’ll destroy the outposts of Wu Huang Palace and Qing Emperor Palace, kill their Yuan Shen Overlords… and hand Qingmu Realm over to Wu Jie Mountain as compensation for my withdrawal. After all, Wu Jie Mountain did invest heavily in the Black Dragon back then.”

“What?”

Cang Fu’s mouth gaped open: “Senior, you’re leaving Wu Jie Mountain?”

He couldn’t fathom Fang Xing’s reason—even if he’d ascended to Heaven Demon, could he truly roam free in Qingyuan Great Realm?

Hadn’t the Qing Emperor’s Eternal Curse been a lesson?

“Correct.”

Fang Xing smiled.

His current cultivation level was on par with the Lord of Wuji Mountain; naturally, he no longer wished to remain within Wuji Mountain.

Moreover, if he were to oppose the Qing Emperor’s Palace and the Wei Huang Palace from now on, the repercussions would be too great—he must no longer drag Wuji Mountain into this.

“Take my words back.”

Fang Xing glanced at Duomi and immediately erased the soul enslavement mark.

Then, his figure turned into a streak of light and vanished.

Boom!

Almost at the same moment, the Qing Emperor’s Palace’s outpost in Qingmu Realm.

A massive hand of chaotic color appeared and slammed down!

“Who dares attack the Qing Emperor’s Palace?”

A demonic cultivator flew out from the outpost—it was a Nascent Soul Overlord, capable of battling a Heavenly Immortal!

He roared, and thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators below formed a battle array, alongside the pre-existing void arrays etched into the fabric of space.

Combined, even a peak Heavenly Immortal would find it nearly impossible to breach this outpost.

Yet the giant hand descended with a terrifying aura that crushed all resistance.

Boom!

After a single palm strike, the former Qing Emperor’s Palace outpost became a bottomless pit shaped like a giant palm print.

The Nascent Soul Overlord of the Qing Emperor’s Palace, along with the demonic soldiers—all vanished without a trace.

The same thing occurred at the Wei Huang Palace and the Yuan Mo Sect’s outposts.

Only the experts of Wuji Mountain remained, watching the reports from all directions, feeling a chill that pierced their very Nascent Souls…

…

“Indeed, the outside world is far more comfortable.”

Outside Qingmu Realm.

Fang Xing stood in the Tai Xu void, surrounded by chaotic currents, stretching lazily.

To him, Qingmu Realm was still too small.

He even feared that if he moved too roughly, he might destroy the world itself…

In the outside world, this problem did not exist.

The Qingyuan Grand Realm could likewise withstand the outburst of a Fourteenth-Dao Lord.

“I should go meet Master Pangu Wu.”

Fang Xing stirred the power of the Dao, moving at an unimaginable speed.

Before long, he arrived before a chaotic vortex.

This was the entrance to the Pangu Secret Realm—but Fang Xing carried no Pangu Token.

Whoosh!

His figure flickered and entered the Pangu Secret Realm, meeting its spirit—an old man.

“Master Wu.”

He smiled: “Long time no see…”

“No, it’s been far too short!”

Master Wu’s expression was filled with emotion: “I never imagined that in such a short time, you’d advance from Nascent Soul to Chaos Realm. The Old Master is deeply pleased—he’s been waiting for you.”

(End of Chapter)