Feathered Gate, Creation Peak.

Zhao Feng's figure appeared silently in front of the palace atop the mountain.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering in the mountain wind, calmly gazing at the horizon.

Fang Han's escape did not cause him any emotional fluctuation.

The Lesser Destiny Technique is indeed the most mysterious divine power among the Three Thousand Great Daos, capable of communicating with the river of fate and reversing cause and effect.

Fang Qingxue's sacrifice of her life did indeed buy Fang Han a chance to survive.

"Fate?"

Zhao Feng whispered.

He raised his hand, and Zhou Tianyi, upgraded to a Saint-grade Immortal Artifact, silently appeared in his palm.

The vast Milky Way flows within it, and the trajectories of billions of stars deduce the birth and death of the universe.

With a thought, Zhao Feng retrieved the trajectory of Fang Han's destiny from his mind.

That line was currently enveloped in a dense, seven-colored light, extending towards an unknown and ancient direction.

Feng tried to deduce the scenario further.

Buzz!

Zhou Tianyi shuddered violently, and the vast galaxy showed signs of instability.

An equally ancient and vast aura rebounded from the end of that trajectory of fate, cutting off his investigation.

"The Fengshan altar... originated from the imperial dynasty."

Zhao Feng lightly touched the Zhou Tianyi with his fingertip and had already seen some clues.

He laughed, "The will of Heaven, is it still going to struggle in its death throes? Too bad... Once I ascend to the Immortal King realm, the entire Eternal World will have already fallen!"

When speaking.

The Dharma of the gods' transformations operates freely.

A large amount of the origin of the immortal world was stripped away.

Most of them merged into the Qin Realm, and a small portion merged into his Dao body.

Zhao Feng's strength increased once again, and he truly stepped into the realm of the Heavenly Monarch!

Moreover, he is a Heavenly Lord comparable to at least five reincarnations!

This is a completely different concept from relying on the power of a sacred immortal artifact.

...

On the other side.

In the chaotic passage of fate, Fang Han's mind was tossed about in endless agony.

His physical body had long since collapsed.

Only the Ancestral Immortal Law remained, enveloping a sliver of undying spiritual light.

Fang Qingxue's final, resolute chant, and the image of her burning herself and transforming into seven-colored light, replayed in his mind again and again.

And Feng Baiyu's calm face, and the hand that crushed a sacred immortal artifact with his bare hands, were all imprinted deep in his soul.

Why?

Why is this happening?!

A boundless hatred boiled within him.

"Feng Baiyu!"

"If I, Fang Han, am not dead, I will tear you to pieces!!"

I don't know how much time passed.

It felt like a fleeting moment, yet also like eternity.

At the end of the passage, a glimmer of light appeared.

The next moment.

He was thrown by a gentle force and slammed hard onto a solid piece of ground.

Bang!

His consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

...

Originating from the imperial dynasty, the Hetu Heavenly Palace.

Inside an ancient palace suspended in the endless void, an old man dressed in a Taoist robe with the Eight Trigrams and an air of otherworldly wisdom is gazing at a slowly rotating catalog before him.

Above the diagram, the stars flow and the secrets of heaven change; this is his natal artifact, the "River Diagram".

He was one of the eight Heavenly Lords of the Origin Dynasty, the Hetu Heavenly Lord who was proficient in divination and deduction.

Sudden.

Above the River Chart, the Milky Way, representing the flow of fortune in the celestial realm, trembled violently.

A star that was originally dim suddenly burst into dazzling light.

They forcefully entered the star field representing the Origin Dynasty.

"Huh? What's this?"

Hetu Tianjun raised an eyebrow.

Before he could think it through.

A radiant light flowed before him, emanating an ancient and weathered voice, "I am the Origin Immortal King! Bringing Fang Han back is of utmost importance! I will spare no expense to help him improve!"

The Heavenly Lord of the River Chart immediately became solemn and replied, "Yes!"

With a thought, he sent out an order: "Someone, go to the 'Wall of Origin' in the eastern border of the Dynasty and bring back a seriously injured person who fell from the outer boundary to the Heavenly Palace."

...

When Fang Han regained consciousness, he found himself reborn and lying on a warm, smooth bed.

Pure life energy was flowing into his body continuously through the bed.

He struggled to sit up and looked around.

This was a magnificent palace he had never seen before.

Every beam and pillar, every floor tile.

They are all engraved with ancient witchcraft runes, exuding a vast and powerful aura.

"You're awake."

A gentle voice rang out.

The figure of Hetu Tianjun appeared before him.

Fang Han felt a chill run down his spine and immediately became alert.

He could sense that the aura emanating from the old man before him was vast and unfathomable, definitely a supreme being at the Heavenly Monarch level.

Who are you? Where is this place?

"I am Hetu, and this is the Origin Dynasty." Hetu Heavenly Lord smiled slightly. "You don't need to panic; we have no ill intentions towards you."

"The Origin Dynasty?" Fang Han frowned.

"We are the enemies of Heaven."

With just one sentence from Hetu Tianjun, Fang Han lowered most of his guard.

He pushed a cup of tea with a strange aroma toward Fang Han. "I know you have many questions. I also know what you've been through. The Heavenly Court, the Treasure Realm, and that man named Feng Baiyu."

Upon hearing the name 'Feng Baiyu'.

Fang Han clenched his fist tightly, his eyes flashing with overwhelming hatred.

"We can give you the power of revenge."

He Tu Tianjun looked into his eyes and said, "As long as you are willing to cooperate with us, we will devote all our resources to making you strong enough to personally cut off the head of your enemy."

Fang Han raised his head and stared intently at Hetu Tianjun.

Why should I believe you?

"Because we share a common enemy." The expression of the River Chart Heavenly Lord turned serious. "My Origin Dynasty and the Creation Dynasty are sworn enemies!"

Hetu Tianjun smiled. "Besides, do you have a choice?"

Fang Han fell silent.

He has lost everything.

Master, friends, lover...

Everything was utterly shattered on that day.

All that's left is this wretched life.

"good!"

He picked up the cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.

I promise you!

"As long as I can kill 'Feng Baiyu' with my own hands, my life is yours!"

In the days that followed, Fang Han settled down at the Origin Dynasty.

The Eight Heavenly Kings fulfilled their promise and spared no expense in their training.

The "Witch God Pill," containing the essence of the previous witchcraft civilization, was continuously fed into his mouth.

The Heavenly Lord of Floating Life personally pulled him into the dream world, where he fought against the ancient witch god and honed his combat instincts.

The Primordial Heavenly Lord even personally participated.

He used his incomparably strong physical body to spar with him.

He was beaten to the brink of death time and time again, and then he was brought back to life with the most advanced divine medicine, in order to stimulate the deepest potential in his body.

The entire resources of the Origin Dynasty are being directed towards him alone.

What sustained Fang Han through all of this was that deep-seated hatred.

Whenever he felt he couldn't hold on any longer, the face of "Feng Baiyu" would appear in his mind.

"Feng Baiyu!!"

He roared, rising from his limit time and time again, frantically squeezing out every last bit of his strength.

His cultivation level thus began to rise in an unbelievable way.

Ancestral Immortal Stage: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Peak...

What would normally require tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation to overcome, he easily broke through, as if it were made of paper.

Just a few months later.

boom!

An aura of royalty surged from his secluded chamber.

Emperor to Immortal!

In such a short time, he went from a critically injured and dying ancestral immortal to an emperor capable of establishing a sect and dominating a region!

Such speed startled even the well-informed Origin Heavenly Lords.

"This child is indeed destined by Heaven!" Hetu Tianjun exclaimed, stroking his beard in admiration.

"His hatred is his best resource for cultivation." The tone of the Floating Life Heavenly Lord also carried an air of appreciation.

“Very good, he is now qualified to step onto the Fengchan Altar.”

final.

The Eight Heavenly Kings made a decision.

Fang Han was taken to the most core forbidden area of ​​the Origin Dynasty—the Land of Origin.

As soon as Fang Han stepped into this space, he felt that the laws around him were tens of thousands of times more solid than those outside.

Here.

Let alone an emperor, even a celestial ruler would find it incredibly difficult to tear through space.

In the center of the land of origin, an altar so enormous that words cannot describe stands between heaven and earth.

It seems not to be a man-made object, but rather something that was born at the very beginning of time, along with this world.

The altar is entirely a simple bluish-black color, without any ornate carvings, only the most primitive and ancient avenue patterns, perfectly formed by nature.

A vast and boundless ancient consciousness emanated from the altar, enveloping the entire land of origin.

This is the foundation of the original dynasty.

Divine artifacts of the heavens, altars for the Fengshan ceremony!

"Fang Han".

The voice of Lord Luochuan rang out, "This is the Fengchan Altar, which was personally crafted by the Origin Immortal King. It can communicate with the Heavenly Dao and gain the recognition of Heaven and Earth."

"Today, the eight of us will join forces to open the altar for you, using the fortune accumulated by our Origin Dynasty over several eras as a guide to exchange for supreme power from the Heavenly Dao."

How much you get depends on your own fate.

Fang Han took a deep breath and nodded.

He could sense that this altar contained a terrifying power capable of transforming him completely.

He took a step and walked up to the top of the altar.

The eight Heavenly Kings stood in the eight directions, their expressions solemn.

They simultaneously stretched out their hands, forming a series of ancient and complex hand seals.

A language not belonging to this era was sung from their mouths.

That's the language of the previous civilization, the civilization of witchcraft!

Buzz!

As they chanted, the entire Fengshan altar suddenly trembled.

That ancient, gentle and kind spirit has awakened!

A massive beam of light shot into the sky from the center of the altar, piercing the heavens above the Land of Origin and penetrating into the unknowable depths of the void.

Standing at the center of the pillar of light, Fang Han felt his soul being infinitely elevated at this moment, as if it were about to merge with the entire world.

A vast, benevolent, and ancient consciousness descended upon his mind.

This consciousness is the spirit of the Fengchan Altar, and also a mark of will left by the Origin Immortal King in the altar.

It was scrutinizing Fang Han.

They were scrutinizing this "investment target" chosen by the Eight Heavenly Kings.

Fang Han felt uneasy.

He craved power and wanted recognition.

But at the same time, I was worried about failure.

Just then.

The vast consciousness of the Fengchan Altar transformed into a voice that resounded directly within his soul: "Do you wish to gain power to defeat the false god who stole the authority of 'Creation'?"

"But are you prepared for the price?"

"If you want to receive the gift of 'Origin', you must first offer up your most precious possession."

Fang Han was taken aback, then spoke without hesitation.

"I have nothing left! What do I have besides this?"

The voice rang out softly, "No, you do."

“You bear the marks of ‘fate’.”

"Give it up, and you will get everything you want!"

Fang Han's body jolted violently.

destiny?

Could it be referring to the minor destiny technique that Fang Qingxue taught him?

But she did say that.

The Lesser Destiny Technique is extremely precious and cannot be passed on to outsiders...

But then...

The image of Zhao Feng immediately came to mind.

I recalled the scene of Fang Qingxue's death.

"destiny?"

Fang Han's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. "If fate is to be at the mercy of others! If fate is to watch helplessly as my loved ones die for me, and I am powerless to stop it!"

"Then I don't want this damned fate!"

He roared to the sky, his voice hoarse, "I will sacrifice myself!"

"I can share my destiny with you."

"Just give me power! Give me the supreme power to slay my enemies!"

boom!

As his vow fell.

The power of the Minor Fate Technique flowed and merged into the pillar of light that shot into the sky from the Fengchan Altar!

Buzzing! ...

The entire Fengchan altar began to tremble.

A terrifying power, billions of times greater than before, surged wildly into Fang Han's body!

Click!

Fang Han's newly formed emperor-like body couldn't even withstand it for a moment. Under the impact of this power, it instantly turned into the most primitive particles!

Immediately afterwards.

And then, in the next instant, they reassemble!

Destruction, rebirth.

Destruction followed by rebirth!

His physical body, his laws, and his soul are all undergoing tempering and sublimation!

Outside the land of origin.

The eight Heavenly Lords, including Hetu Tianjun, were watching the changes on the altar intently.

They sensed Fang Han's leap in power and all showed satisfied expressions. "Not bad, he has already stepped into the Emperor Realm, with a solid foundation and huge potential."

"It seems this investment was the right one."

However.

Before they could finish speaking, their expressions changed.

"wrong!"

He Tu Tianjun suddenly looked at the rotating "He Tu" in front of him. The starry river on the map was no longer rotating, but was trembling and moaning wildly, as if it could not withstand the power of the rotation!

"This power...this power has surpassed the limits of a king!!"

Boom!

A loud bang.

Fang Han's body, which had been repeatedly reshaped, finally stabilized.

He opened his eyes.

At this moment, the laws of the entire Origin Land came to a standstill.

An unparalleled will, surpassing even emperors, reigning supreme over all heavens, and wielding the power of the Heavenly Dao, surged forth from his body!

Heavenly Lord!

He actually broke through directly and became a Heavenly Lord!

...(End of this chapter)