Chapter 247: The Panhuang Void Sword Appears, the Pure-Blooded Ancient Void Kun, the Alliance Between Yang Pan and Fa Hai

Fang Han did not know whether Jun Xiaoyao had done it on purpose or truly intended it this way.

He was now trembling with rage, unable to suppress a mouthful of heartblood.

"Are you alright?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes held cold mockery beneath their surface, yet he feigned concern as he asked.

"Thank you, Divine Son, I am unharmed—only my injuries have not yet healed," Fang Han gritted his teeth, speaking slowly.

"Then good, these two spiritual herbs should help you recover," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Fang Han nearly choked on another mouthful of blood from rage.

He wanted the Sun-Moon Immortal Herb!

Not these two pieces of dog-shit herbs even dogs wouldn't eat!

Yet in the end, Fang Han swallowed the two herbs, for at least they could restore some of his injuries.

"Fang Han, Fang Han, you're too naive."

Watching Fang Han, seated nearby, absorbing the herbs, filled with bitter suffering yet daring not to show it, Jun Xiaoyao sneered inwardly.

In scheming, Jun Xiaoyao had never feared anyone.

You wanted to follow me with ill intent?

Fine.

Then I'll let you follow.

But along this journey, Fang Han will bleed.

For he is a child who defies heaven, blessed with astonishing fortune.

Without Fang Han, I might never have encountered this Sun-Moon Immortal Herb.

And this Sun-Moon Immortal Herb suits his cultivation base perfectly—it was clearly his destined fortune.

Yet Jun Xiaoyao forcibly seized it.

Fang Han's scheming against me must come at a price.

All the fortunes along this path are the price.

This is also why Jun Xiaoyao had no desire to let Yi Yu or Yan Qingying follow him.

They both carry great fortune; if they stayed with Jun Xiaoyao, it would hinder their progress.

But Fang Han? It doesn't matter—he can be robbed, he can be seized.

Afterwards, Jun Xiaoyao and the other two continued forward.

Along the way, every fortune was claimed by Jun Xiaoyao and Jiang Luoli.

Even fortunes that should have belonged to Fang Han were seized by them.

This filled Fang Han's heart with raging fire, yet he had to suppress it.

The torment he endured was unimaginable.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you may gloat now—but later, I will make sure you never leave the Ten Realms Rift!" Fang Han screamed silently within.

After roughly a day passed.

Jun Xiaoyao suddenly halted his steps.

"Xiaoyao brother, what's wrong?" Jiang Luoli asked.

Jun Xiaoyao did not answer.

For he felt the Panhuang Suiyue Sword within his space artifact trembling faintly, emitting a faint sword hum.

"Panhuang Suiyue Sword… could it be…" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed in thought.

"Go that way," Jun Xiaoyao shot toward one direction.

The entity resonating with the Panhuang Suiyue Sword lay in that direction.

Meanwhile, in another direction, Crown Prince Yang Pan also sensed something—he gazed into the distance, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

"My fortune has arrived."

From a mountain ridge emerged a young monk draped in a golden kasaya—Little Western Heaven Fa Hai.

He gazed afar, palms together: "Amitabha, that sacred ground is destined for this monk."

…

This was an immeasurably vast plain, and above it,

an ancient palace hovered within the cloud layer, appearing like the Celestial Palace of the Highest Heaven.

Around it, spatial forces swirled, and black spatial rifts occasionally appeared, like the gaping maws of monstrous beasts.

On this plain, several prodigies darted in, their gazes fixed on the ancient palace in the clouds, burning with fervor.

"This is undoubtedly a place of fortune!" Some prodigies' eyes blazed, their magic power surging as they soared into the air.

Yet just as they neared the Void Palace,

a shadow as vast as a continent blocked them all.

It was a colossal lifeform resembling a Kun fish, as if swimming through empty space, tearing through ten-thousand-zhang of void, opening its mouth to swallow the prodigies whole.

"Heavens, that's… the Ancient Void Kun!" One prodigy's eyes bulged in terror.

The Ancient Void Kun was a terrifyingly powerful pure-blooded lifeform, said to dwell in endless void.

It could even survive unharmed within violent void storms.

Of course, its power was equally terrifying.

With one open mouth, it unleashed a black hole-like suction—those prodigies had no chance to resist, and were instantly sucked in.

Cultivators below the Ninth Stage of Transcendence had no power to resist the Ancient Void Kun's devouring.

Inside the Ancient Void Kun, there were no ordinary beast organs or flesh—only a miniature space filled with void storms.

Any living being swallowed by the Ancient Void Kun would be shredded into pure energy by the void storms within, then absorbed.

Just now, the Ancient Void Kun had swallowed more than half of the prodigies.

The few prodigies who had not yet acted were drenched in cold sweat.

Yet strangely, the Ancient Void Kun seemed only to circle around the Void Palace, like a guardian beast.

It never left that area.

But this meant no one could enter the Void Palace.

The agony of seeing a mountain of gold yet being unable to claim it left many prodigies seething.

At that moment, a streak of light shot from afar, and a figure halted in midair—it was Yang Pan.

He gazed at the Void Palace, his eyes gleaming with sharp light.

He could feel the Panhuang Shengling Sword within him trembling, as if resonating.

"Could it be… the Panhuang Void Sword?" Yang Pan's gaze instinctively fixed on the Void Palace.

Around the ancient palace, spatial forces surged.

Just like the nature of the Panhuang Void Sword.

But the Ancient Void Kun beside the Void Palace made Yang Pan frown.

Even he would find it extremely difficult to defeat a pure-blooded lifeform like the Ancient Void Kun.

If swallowed, he risked certain death.

His Tianmang Jiao Divine Armor could not withstand the power of the void storms within the Ancient Void Kun.

"What should I do?" Yang Pan's brow furrowed deeply.

At that moment, from another direction, Buddhist light illuminated the sky, and chanting echoed.

A monk in golden kasaya appeared—it was Fa Hai.

"Hm? Little Western Heaven's Buddha Son?"

Seeing Fa Hai arrive, Yang Pan raised an eyebrow.

As a prodigy of an immortal force in the Immortal Realm, Yang Pan naturally knew this famed Buddha Son of Little Western Heaven.

"Amitabha, if it isn't Crown Prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty. A pleasure," Fa Hai said, palms together.

Yang Pan's expression remained unchanged.

He had no interest in Buddhism or Daoism—he even found them irritating.

But he had heard that this Buddha Son of Little Western Heaven had lost face before the Heavenly Dao Tower due to Jun Xiaoyao.

That was a point he could exploit.

Fa Hai, too, had immediately thought of Yang Pan's feud with Jun Xiaoyao.

They exchanged glances—each harboring hidden motives, yet both smiled faintly.

"Fa Hai, unless something unexpected happens, Jun Xiaoyao should have entered the Ten Realms Rift by now," Yang Pan said.

"Amitabha, this monk also has a karmic debt to settle with Jun Xiaoyao."

Just as the two reached an unspoken agreement,

a cool, clear voice drifted softly from afar.

"Have you finally decided to ally against this Divine Son?"

Hearing the voice, Yang Pan and Fa Hai turned their gazes sharply.

Deep, venomous malice surged in their eyes.

The main actor had finally arrived!