Chapter 353: Chapter 345: I... Did... It...
The Seven-Star Pagoda.
The sixth floor.
Darkness.
Boundless darkness.
This was Fang Yang’s first impression upon his arrival.
Within the darkness, a pair of enormous eyes slowly opened, indifferent and emotionless.
"CRACKLE—"
Lightning flashed across the sky.
A figure appeared in Fang Yang’s line of sight.
It was a valiant man with an upright posture, dressed in a jet-black dragon robe.
His appearance and bearing bore a slight resemblance to Sen Yue’s.
But what floated behind him was not a pure white immortal crane, nor a Chaotic Black Evil Dragon, but... a Nine Netherworld Lion!
The Nine Netherworld Lion, a world-ending beast of legend.
It was the evolved form of the Nine Netherworld Prison Dogs and the perfect manifestation of this particular path of cultivation.
Its most distinct feature was its nine tails, which were not grotesque snake heads, but true dragon heads!
At this moment, a gale kicked up, causing his black dragon robe to ripple.
Wisps of dark purple light drifted around the robe, exuding a fatal threat to Fang Yang.
This wasn’t a Young Great Saint; it was the incarnation of a Great Saint descending to the mortal world!
’The resources of the Sen clan’s main branch...’
Fang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, quietly observing the man in the dragon robe.
It was common knowledge that to enter the realm of a Great Saint, one had to first condense an immortal body.
The requirements for condensing an immortal body were a perfect Sacred Body and the accommodation of a phenomenon.
However, these phenomena were akin to Sacred Artifacts, possessing a near-total uniqueness.
If one excluded the exception of the Paradise Demon Venerable, then these phenomena were truly unique.
Sacred Artifacts were one of a kind.
Once a Sacred Artifact appeared, no one else could forge it, even if they possessed the corresponding Secret Technique.
In other words, once someone achieved the corresponding immortal body, that path was essentially blocked for everyone else.
This meant that in any given era, a single path could only produce one Great Saint, or even just one Venerable.
Therefore, strength didn’t just depend on one’s Dharma Aspect and immortal body; it also depended on the individual.
Of course, a top-tier constitution guaranteed an exceptionally high base level.
The Ancient Cyan Lotus, the Nine Netherworld Lion, the pure white immortal crane, the Chaotic Black Evil Dragon...
This just went to show how terrifying the Sen clan’s heritage truly was.
"RUMBLE!"
Following the revival of the Nine Netherworld Lion Great Saint’s brand—the man in the dragon robe—the world shook.
Bolts of multicolored lightning erupted across the sky, shattering the dim night.
At the same time, a surging radiance burst forth from Fang Yang’s body.
Crimson fire and violet lightning erupted from him, boiling and surging to cover half the sky. Deep within the torrent, stars seemed to explode, creating a profound and dangerous scene.
For a moment, the dark sky was split in two.
The two were evenly matched!
The next moment, both fighters shot forward, lunging to kill.
"BUZZ."
The void trembled. The man in the dragon robe raised a Jade Seal high and pressed it downward with clean, decisive force.
The Jade Seal glowed, reflecting the Nine Netherworld Lion Dharma Aspect and projecting a light screen of an imperial dynasty. Within it, the nation’s destiny flourished, and every person was like a dragon!
It was an overwhelming pressure with no escape.
A cold light flashed in Fang Yang’s eyes as the golden blood qi throughout his body abruptly transformed into a boundless darkness.
Behind him, the Kunpeng transformed. The Black Kun Illusion opened its massive jaws as countless symbols lit up, accompanied by the drone of the Dao.
"BOOM—"
In just an instant of collision, a blinding ball of light erupted between them.
The entire Seven-Star Pagoda swayed, leaving the spectators outside breathless with amazement.
At this moment, Fang Yang felt the true might of a Great Saint.
The oppressive feeling, as if the heavens and earth were pressing down and the grand momentum of the world was collapsing, was like a cataclysmic ocean wave, making it difficult to breathe.
Furthermore, a Great Saint’s tyrannical seizure of Law Dao Rhyme was far superior to that of a Young Great Saint like Dongli.
Fang Yang remained silent, simply swinging his spear.
Beneath the spear’s edge, the Kunpeng transformed. A Golden Roc flapped its wings, unleashing a torrent of majestic golden light. Its Divine Feathers shot out in all directions like swords, brilliant and ferocious.
"RUMBLE..."
A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yang’s face was pale, and he was gasping for breath.
His body was now covered in wounds, his black robe stained into a robe of blood.
Even his waterfall of black hair had turned completely white, a sign of having burned through too much of his life force.
And before him, the man in the dragon robe was gone.
Only a flight of stairs leading to the seventh—and final—floor remained.
He had nearly burned through everything in that battle.
But thankfully, he had managed to secure a hard-won victory!
’So this is the true power of a Great Saint?’
’Fighting him with a Grade-A Spirit Body still puts me at a disadvantage.’
’There’s still some time before the Dream World ends. I need to sort out my combat system first.’
’For example, I need to apply my attainments as a Thunder and Fire Double Grandmaster and integrate them into my trump cards...’
Fang Yang’s thoughts raced like an electric current.
He then let out a slow breath and sat cross-legged in the void to recuperate.
The man in the dragon robe on the sixth floor had already pushed him to his limits, forcing him to use all his trump cards.
If he faced the guardian brand on the seventh floor in his current state, he would undoubtedly suffer a crushing defeat.
The difficulty of obtaining this Tier Eight opportunity far exceeded his imagination.
Thus, he patiently began to organize his combat system.
He wanted to use his attainments as a Thunder and Fire Double Grandmaster in the Thunderfire School to improve his Lifebound Skills, especially his trump cards.
But what could he possibly accomplish in such a short amount of time?
If enhancing Lifebound Skills and trump cards were that simple, Young Great Saints wouldn’t be so rare.
"Profound State!"
"Profound State!"
"Profound State!"
Fang Yang’s expression was blank, but layer after layer of golden light flickered across his body.
Simultaneously, his aura grew deeper and more reserved, becoming increasingly terrifying.
...
The Seven-Star Pagoda.
The seventh floor.
The moment Fang Yang stepped inside, he saw a mirror suspended in the air.
Wisps of Chaos Qi spread out from around the floating mirror.
Seeing this, his heart inexplicably tightened. He swept his gaze over, and it sank.
Below the floating mirror stood a figure.
He was a man who looked to be in his youth, yet he was already distinguished and possessed an imposing, heroic air. He carried the calm demeanor of one who could control destinies.
Sub-Venerable Han Wu.
Or rather, a Sub-Venerable Han Wu who had not yet reached his peak.
Although it was merely a brand, it caused Fang Yang’s body to tense up, a chill running through him.
He felt as if he were being watched by a natural predator, liable to be annihilated at any moment.
A light breeze stirred, making Sub-Venerable Han Wu’s black hair dance.
With his hands behind his back, he stared blankly at Fang Yang.
Sub-Venerable Han Wu was an invincible being!
Like Sen Wei, he too had used the Sen clan’s resources during the Changkong clan’s Enlightenment Ceremony to gamble on the chance of condensing an immortal body.
He failed.
And yet, he succeeded.
He failed in that he did not, as expected, condense the unique immortal body of the Sen clan’s lineage.
He succeeded because he looked into his own heart, defied his innate nature, and took the initiative to shatter his illusory divine aspect.
He transformed his own heart into the Divine Light Mirror, capable of reflecting all creation!
Achieving an immortal body at the moment of Enlightenment—such an existence was a once-in-ten-thousand-years prodigy.
One could say the legend of his life was forged by dominating an entire era.
Many even believed that Sen Yue’s smooth ascent to becoming a Young Venerable was mainly due to his support and far-sighted guidance!
Fang Yang knew even more: in the real world, Sub-Venerable Han Wu was the most legendary Great Saint in the current Eight Domains, an invincible existence who had forged his own path.
Therefore, facing him, Fang Yang trembled all over.
It wasn’t out of fear, but excitement!
"BOOM—"
The Golden-Winged Dapeng spread its wings, confronting the Divine Light Mirror.
Meanwhile, Fang Yang’s black hair whipped about as his blood boiled. Every pore on his body erupted with the most brilliant golden light.
His body became crystalline as a golden divine light spread out, forming a domain that protected him within.
He was like a Golden Divine King, shining brilliantly, with one golden divine ring after another spreading out around him.
But...
The brand of Sub-Venerable Han Wu remained standing with his hands behind his back, watching Fang Yang impassively.
Fang Yang said nothing.
In that instant, he began to frantically burn his own power.
He immediately unleashed all his trump cards, holding nothing back.
With a BANG, he shot into the sky with his battle spear and charged at Sub-Venerable Han Wu.
Like a bursting dam, his aura surged for a thousand miles.
He thrust with an incomparably sharp edge, like an ocean crashing against the shore, roiling the heavens and earth. As the battle spear flew, the very void trembled!
Sub-Venerable Han Wu lifted his gaze. The Divine Light Mirror suddenly flared, forcefully freezing the void in an attempt to halt Fang Yang’s advance.
"RUMBLE—"
The moment they met, Fang Yang unleashed every technique he had, clashing violently with Sub-Venerable Han Wu.
Facing Fang Yang’s ferocious assault, Sub-Venerable Han Wu could no longer just stand with his hands behind his back.
Soon, as the intensity of the battle escalated, their figures could be seen in every corner of the seventh floor’s space.
Toward the end, under immense pressure, Fang Yang nearly reached a state of ultimate sublimation.
"BANG—"
The Seven-Star Pagoda shook violently, emitting the sounds of a structure on the verge of collapse.
Before Fang Yang’s stunned eyes, the brand of Sub-Venerable Han Wu dissipated, vanishing from the void.
’I won?!’
He quickly realized it was because the Seven-Star Pagoda itself was flawed and couldn’t fully replicate Sub-Venerable Han Wu’s power from his youth!
Therefore, the requirement for clearing the seventh floor had changed from defeating the guardian to simply enduring for a certain length of time.
Perhaps it was because no one had ever managed to last for the required duration against the brand of Sub-Venerable Han Wu.
’So, everyone thought that to pass the seventh floor of the Seven-Star Pagoda, they had to defeat Sub-Venerable Han Wu’s brand?!’
’This... should count as a draw, right?’
Fang Yang regulated his breathing.
In that moment, a realization dawned on him.
Perhaps it wasn’t just a problem with the Seven-Star Pagoda, but with the Dream World itself.
The Dream World was divided into the Mortal Cultivator Dream Realm, the Saint Dream Realm, the Great Sage Dream Realm, and the Venerable Dream Realm.
It was highly likely that the purity of Carp Eagle Fang Nian wasn’t high enough.
That was why this dream couldn’t manifest Sub-Venerable Han Wu’s true capabilities!
This allowed Fang Yang to breathe a small sigh of relief, but what he felt more was regret.
If he could have truly fought the brand of Sub-Venerable Han Wu to the very end, he would have likely undergone a terrifying transformation!!
At that moment, Fang Yang came to a deep understanding:
No matter how strong the Dream Dao school was, it still had its objective limitations.
There are no invincible schools, only invincible Cultivators!
...
The sky was dim, with snow drifting through the air.
Fang Yang walked slowly out of the Seven-Star Pagoda, heading toward Sen Yuanyuan and the others.
He still wore black robes and had black hair, his expression calm, exuding an air of indifference.
But now, all the members of the Sen clan gazed at him with reverence.
Sen Suiliu’s starry eyes sparkled. "You... you can really fight on par with my brother?!"
The others didn’t say much.
But their wide, staring eyes were enough to reveal the shock in their hearts.
"Hmph~"
Mrs. Sen just snorted coldly at this.
However, she didn’t stop Fang Yang from walking toward Sen Yuanyuan.
Fighting his way back from the Desolate Realm, then battling through the Seven-Star Pagoda...
These various feats were enough to prove that the young man before them could defy common sense and was capable of protecting Sen Yuanyuan!
On Sen Yuanyuan’s fair little face, a complex mix of emotions appeared, including joy and anger.
"SHATTER..."
The sound of the world shattering echoed as heaven and earth were overturned.
The next moment, Fang Yang’s perspective was pulled away.
He once again found himself in the role of an observer.
Night had fallen, and a heavy rain was pouring down.
In the downpour, Fang Nian tightly gripped Sen Yuanyuan’s cold little hand.
At this moment, Sen Yuanyuan was experiencing a final burst of life, her face filled with tenderness.
Her smile was like a blossoming flower. "I told you, in this life I would only give my heart to Fang Nian... to one... person. And I’m... almost... there... I’ve... done... it..."
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