"Outer-Realm God-Race? What are they? Not demons, not immortals… yet their power is overwhelming. Something about them feels wrong."
Fang Han had killed two of the black-clad figures by accident, but he never expected them to be something as ominous as the so-called Outer-Realm God-Race.
The term meant nothing to him. He had never heard of such a race. Instinctively, he connected his mind to Yan.
"Between heaven and earth, every species—even the ancient Dragon Race—must cultivate. They're born weak, grow step by step, open the Gate of Divine Ability, transform spirit into mana, and only then wield power. But there is one race… born already strong. Born with mana. Born with monstrous physical strength. That is the Outer-Realm God-Race."
Yan's tone darkened.
"They're far more terrifying than Heavenly Demons. They're born with the instinct to rule everything. Nothing in heaven or earth restrains them. They never need to cultivate—yet their power increases endlessly with time. The older they grow, the stronger they become. They do not age. They do not die. Their lifespan is infinite. Any one of them is born with endless years already ahead of them."
"They once tried to conquer the Immortal, Demon, and Monster worlds. Ten thousand years ago, they invaded on a massive scale—nearly wiping out all three Dao lineages. Countless ancient wars were fought because of them. Legend says that in primordial times, it was a God-Race powerhouse who chopped down the World Tree itself, severing the Celestial Path and the road to ascension."
"The three great realms—Immortal, Demon, and Monster—once formed a pact: upon sighting a God-Race being, kill immediately. No questions asked."
Yan roared into Fang Han's mind:
"Kill them, Fang Han! Don't hesitate! Back then, whenever Longevity masters reached the final stage before ascending, God-Race experts would descend to slaughter them—imposing divine punishment! They tried to prevent all beings from ever becoming immortal!"
His rage escalated.
"Kill! Kill every last one! Their corpses are priceless materials! These four look newly born—not ancient. Their value is immense!"
Fang Han sucked in a cold breath.
"A race born with mana… who grows stronger automatically… with infinite lifespan? How does a species like that not rule the entire cosmos already?"
He could hardly imagine anything more favored by heaven. Compared to them, even the children of Longevity Realm masters—the so-called prodigies like "Nebula Baby"—were nothing. Nebula Baby's foundation was absurdly solid, true, and upon reaching Divine Ability he might wield five or six hundred horses of force—or even a thousand.
But compared to a being born with divine abilities?
Not even close.
Yan continued:
"In ancient times, the God-Race sat above all life. They ruled countless species. They oppressed everything. Heavenly Demons were originally created as their watchdogs, tools to suppress rebellious races. But eventually, all living beings rose up—and the Heavenly Demons rebelled as well, breaking free. The God-Race became the enemy of the entire cosmos."
The exchange took only a heartbeat—but the four Outer-Realm beings were already upon Fang Han.
Their attacks were brutally simple but monstrously lethal. Their mana didn't lash out, didn't form spells—instead, it compressed tightly around their bodies like a transparent film, giving their forms a distorted, shimmering outline.
Then—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The four God-Race warriors shot forward at speeds invisible to mortal eyes, turning their bodies into living weapons—living blades—hurling themselves at Fang Han with murderous intent.
Fang Han reacted instantly, flooding his body with Wood Emperor True Qi, forming a protective sheath as he moved to meet them in midair.
His power had just surged, and he had mastered the application of the Grand Severing Art. Facing four legendary beings, he felt no fear—only the desire to temper himself in battle, to sharpen his control through real combat.
But the first clash shocked him.
His punch should have connected—but struck nothing.
The enemy's figure warped. The transparent membrane of compressed divine force acted like a distortion field, bending his perception, diverting the trajectories of force itself.
His strike missed.
And in that instant—
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Four fists slammed into his protective qi, each carrying a twisting, spiraling force that felt like it was tearing his shield apart from the inside.
"What kind of divine ability is this?!"
Fang Han recoiled, instantly tightening his qi around himself, forming a blue-green armor of Wood Emperor essence. He twisted his body like a swimming fish, slipping through the air and narrowly escaping the flurry of follow-up blows.
If not for his recent breakthroughs, he would have died already.
From this brief exchange, he gauged their strength—each one wielded between seven to eight thousand horses of force, comparable to Taixuan Sect's elite disciple Yao Dian. Yet their power was stranger than qi or gang energy. It was something else entirely—denser, purer.
"Yan, what is this power?"
"It's called Godforce. Their divine power. It surpasses all gang qi. Be very careful."
Fang Han didn't even have time to respond before another blow struck him. The impact sent him flying seventy meters. A God-Race warrior sneered:
"Fang Han, your mana is worthless before our Godforce. We can toy with you until you die. You two—control that cauldron. Don't let him escape into it, or we'll lose the advantage."
Two God-Race beings instantly abandoned Fang Han and flew toward the Five-Prison King Cauldron. Their hands extended—claws of writhing distortion. With a single grasp, the cauldron halted midair.
Inside, Long Xuan tried to activate its formations—but it was useless.
The Godforce seeped into the cauldron, nullifying the fifty thousand Heavenly Demons inside. Not one dared move.
"You think you can play me to death?" Fang Han growled.
His hands trembled—and dozens of razor-thin Wood Emperor qi threads appeared, jagged like serrated wire.
Then he unleashed the Grand Severing Art.
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK!
The Godforce field around the two God-Race warriors shattered like glass.
"Impossible! That's our divine art—Grand Severing! No… not the true version, but the same method of force manipulation! How did a mere human learn this?!"
They panicked, trying to reform their shields—but Fang Han was already upon them, moving with ghostlike speed. Another web of severing threads lashed out, cutting through their defenses. Wood Emperor qi wrapped around them, dragging both into the Yellow Springs Diagram.
The tide of battle shifted instantly.
The remaining two God-Race warriors exchanged a horrified glance—and fled in opposite directions, their bodies twisting through space in leaps of dozens of miles at a time.
"Fang Han, you can't let them escape! If the God-Race has returned, there must be a massive plot behind it. Now that you've uncovered them, they'll never let you live!"
"Got it!"
Fang Han didn't hesitate. He dove straight into the cauldron.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
The Five-Prison King Cauldron roared to life, blazing across the sky. In two breaths, it overtook one fleeing God-Race warrior and vaporized him into nothing.
Then it looped, carving a burning arc through the heavens.
Five breaths later—
The last God-Race warrior turned and screamed:
"No! Don't run me down!"
He was obliterated a heartbeat later.
Even divine bodies could not endure a full-force collision at that speed.
In moments, all four were gone. Two captured alive. Two dead.
Clean. Ruthless. No loose ends.
The cauldron descended onto the frozen wasteland. Long Xuan's face was pale.
"Fang Han… what were those things? Not Heavenly Demons. Not Earth Demons. Definitely not human. I can't imagine what kind of creature they were."
"They were the Outer-Realm God-Race," Fang Han replied.
"Outer-Realm… God-Race?" Long Xuan repeated, utterly lost. "I've never heard of such beings."
"So even you don't know… Looks like only the ancient elders of the sects know the truth. Reporting this discovery might earn me an enormous reward…"
A thought sparked in Fang Han's mind—and the implications were terrifying.