Daoist Hentian had struck again and again with earth-shaking force, revealing unfathomable cultivation. First came the Great Teleportation Art, then the Hentian Compass, and now—another of the Three Thousand Great Dao—the Great Sealing Art.
A long incantation poured from his lips, steeped in primeval desolation. It seemed to drift out of the distant wilderness, crossing time and space. The ancient chant stirred nameless forces within the void, condensing them into shackles and chains.
Clang—clang!
Countless chains manifested in midair, wrapping tightly around the massive body of the Human Emperor's Brush.
The mountain-sized form trembled once—yet the shackles did not budge.
"The Great Sealing Art! Excellent—truly excellent!" The artifact spirit of the Human Emperor's Brush roared, shaking heaven and earth. "Never has anyone dared seal me. Never! From ancient times until now, across the heavens and myriad worlds, no living being—no great power—has dared! Very well. Very well! You dare!"
Suddenly, its enormous body shrank—ten thousandfold, then ten thousand again—until it became an ordinary brush-sized crystal pen.
The violent compression collapsed the surrounding void, making everyone feel as though they were about to be dragged into a black hole. Power condensed a hundred thousand times over. The brush's tip became utterly indestructible, carving fissures through space itself.
Rip!
The Human Emperor's Brush swept a single stroke toward Daoist Hentian.
In that instant, every chain formed by the Great Sealing Art shattered. Explosions erupted throughout the molten inferno. The illusory space created by the Hentian Compass collapsed completely.
Buzz!
The compass wailed and flew back to its master.
Though the Hentian Compass was an upper-grade Dao Artifact, how could it compare to something that had once been an immortal artifact? The gulf between them was immeasurable.
The Human Emperor's Brush shattered the Great Sealing Art and broke the Hentian Compass's domain. Its tip danced like a dragon, tracing symbols through the air. Instantly, talismans rose from the molten sea, spinning endlessly as the surrounding space flipped and shook—locking the entire region down.
Fang Han and Yan Shuiyi tried to move, only to find themselves unable to break free of the sealed space.
"Yan Shuiyi! Prince Wula!" Daoist Hentian roared. "Help me! Unleash your upper-grade Dao Artifacts and hold off the Human Emperor's Brush! This is the most ferocious artifact of antiquity! Subdue it, and the rewards will be limitless! If you help me suppress it, I'll pay any price—sacrifice ten thousand years of lifespan, perform my innate empowerment technique, and elevate you both into the Longevity Realm as ancient giants!"
Fan Qingying let out a long howl and fell into the formation formed by the five God Kings. She raised the Great Chaos Thunder Sword, slashing at the sealed void.
The Human Emperor's Brush's intent was clear: first lock down space to prevent escape, then slaughter everyone.
Fan Qingying's goal was to tear the void open and disrupt its plan.
The Great Chaos Thunder Sword was terrifyingly powerful. Though Fan Qingying couldn't fully unleash it, with the five God Kings pouring in their energy, the slash still carried overwhelming force.
Chaos Divine Thunder detonated. Violent tremors rippled in all directions.
"Fang Han—what do we do?"
With their hands clasped and their powers merged, Yan Shuiyi instantly sensed his thoughts—and he sensed hers.
"First, kill Fan Qingying and the five God Kings," Fang Han transmitted. "Together, one full strike will collapse them. I'll use the Yellow Springs Diagram to capture Fan Qingying and seize the Great Chaos Thunder Sword. Then we join forces with the Human Emperor's Brush and kill the God Emperor Hentian. Take the Hentian Compass. Absorb his essence."
His intent was razor-sharp.
"Your hope of reaching half an immortal body lies entirely with the God Race. Their divine power is poison to cultivators—but I have a treasure that converts divine power into pure mana and extracts True God Seeds. My own half-immortal body was forged by absorbing the seeds of seven God Kings."
Yan Shuiyi understood in a flash.
"Then let's do it. The God Race is our greatest enemy."
"At the same time."
"At the same time."
"Senior Hentian!" Fang Han shouted aloud. "Hold back the Human Emperor's Brush—we'll help break the barrier!"
"Excellent!" Daoist Hentian roared, spinning violently as he unleashed wave after wave of qi toward the brush.
The Human Emperor's Brush countered effortlessly, drawing talismans that dissolved every attack.
Boom!
After dozens of clashes in an instant, Daoist Hentian and the brush unleashed simultaneous heavy strikes that collided head-on.
"Now!"
Fang Han and Yan Shuiyi seized the moment, launching themselves toward Fan Qingying and the five God Kings.
The instant Fang Han moved, he summoned the Eightfold Pagoda. The towering eight-layered structure descended with crushing might. Within it, the Wood Daoist and the Reincarnation Saint King—transformed from the Blood Night King—commanded millions of celestial demons, the Sun-Moon Essence Wheels, and tens of thousands of treasures, fusing them into a roaring torrent of artifacts that crashed downward.
At last, the Eightfold Pagoda revealed its terrifying strength.
Empowered by the Wood Daoist's ancient-giant-level energy, the Sun-Moon Essence Wheels—mid-grade Dao Artifacts—finally unleashed their true might. As they spun, countless blazing suns and radiant moons manifested within the artifact torrent, illuminating every direction.
Crackle—bang!
Like a blade through rotten wood, the formation formed by Fan Qingying and the five God Kings was utterly destroyed.
Fang Han's body flickered—and he appeared directly before the five God Kings.
Before they could even register shock, his fist struck.
His had reached perfect harmony—soft and hard, yin and yang combined. Silent, elusive, yet containing the force of a hundred million galloping steeds and the might of ninety-three golden cores. And this blow had been planned long in advance. None of them had imagined that "Prince Wula" would turn on them.
Especially not with Fan Qingying's Great Chaos Thunder Sword already gone to tear open the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four of the five God Kings were obliterated instantly—bodies exploding into pure energy that scattered outward. Fang Han opened his mouth and devoured it all. Four True God Seeds were drawn into the World Tree within his brow, condensing into four divine ability fruits.
The final—and strongest—God King was seized alive, clutched like a chick in Fang Han's grasp. The God King struggled desperately, eyes bulging—but escape was impossible.
"World Tree—wash him!"
Green light surged. In an instant, the World Tree's energy scoured the God King's body, converting divine power into pure primordial qi and erasing his consciousness completely. His eyes remained wide open—yet he could no longer even scream.
"Wood Daoist," Fang Han said coldly, "I've found you a perfect body."
He tossed the refined God King's body into the Eightfold Pagoda.
Understanding immediately, the Wood Daoist projected his innate heaven-and-earth avatar into it. In a blink, essence, energy, and spirit fused as one.
Power flooded back.
"Unbelievable… This body is even stronger than my original," the Wood Daoist exclaimed. "So this is the God Race. Fang Han, your World Tree truly is their nemesis. Even ancient giants cannot possess God Race bodies—yet this shell alone saves me a thousand years of cultivation. Once I fully recover, I will devote myself entirely to you, atoning for my past sins."
The benefits of a God Race body were beyond imagination—their physical secrets were unmatched across the heavens.
Four God Kings killed and refined. One God King purified and given as a vessel.
All of it happened in the blink of an eye—so fast that no one else could react.
"Prince Wula—you!"
Fan Qingying reeled in shock. Her cultivation saved her; she leapt back, layers of radiant light forming behind her head, barely avoiding instant death.
But Fang Han showed no mercy.
His body blurred as he coordinated flawlessly with Yan Shuiyi. He stamped forward, unleashing tens of thousands of palm seals that flickered through the void like a storm, hemming Fan Qingying in from all sides. At the same time, Yan Shuiyi released the Vast Ocean Divine Pearl, her innate heaven-and-earth avatar and Calamity Primordial Spirit surging forth to seize the returning Great Chaos Thunder Sword.
Fan Qingying trembled. Her protective light shifted wildly—she was preparing to burn lifespan to unleash a forbidden art.
Too late.
Fang Han's palm seals struck. Tens of thousands of blows smashed into her protective aura, layer after layer shattering. Her robes disintegrated—leaving her utterly exposed.
"Eightfold Pagoda! Yellow Springs Diagram! Golden Core!"
Fang Han unleashed his three deadliest trump cards at once.
Completely restrained, unable to recall the Great Chaos Thunder Sword, Fan Qingying finally collapsed. Before she could even struggle, the Yellow Springs Diagram swallowed her whole—dragging her through the Gate of Abi.
The ambush was complete.