When he was at the sixth level, he could easily outmaneuver the Immortal Emperor with nine times the speed. Now he is at the seventh level, and his speed alone is comparable to that of the Immortal Emperor. With ten times the speed, he surpasses even a demigod. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the fastest below the gods.
It was precisely with this terrifying speed that Fang Xiu was able to run to Nan Yue on foot.
His arrival startled the entire people of South Vietnam, because his entrance was so spectacular; not everyone could stroll around with a celestial tribulation on their head.
Especially since this heavenly tribulation was unleashed by the gods of the Nine Provinces, its power far surpasses that of ordinary heavenly tribulations, and its momentum is extremely immense. Ordinary demigods dare not easily approach such a terrifying heavenly tribulation.
"Heavens...Heavenly Tribulation!?"
"What a terrifying heavenly tribulation!"
"Look! There are people under the heavenly tribulation!"
"The heavenly tribulation is chasing after that person."
"I feel like I've seen this scene before. Back in the day, it seems that Fang Zhenshen also created a similar heavenly tribulation, making the heavenly tribulation chase after a demigod."
Countless people stared curiously at Fang Xiu, who was wearing Zhou Qingfeng's face, and some powerful forces also began to inquire about his identity.
Under the watchful eyes of countless cultivators, Fang Xiu made a grand journey to the Great Wilderness and finally succeeded in entering the Other Shore. As he had expected, the terrifying heavenly tribulation stopped at the edge of the Nine Provinces.
Looking at the gray world before him, Fang Xiu took a deep breath of the gray mist and felt his spirits lift. He stopped taking the elixir and began to frantically absorb the gray mist to restore his power.
He did not stop, but continued walking towards the depths of the other side.
However, Kyushu did not fall into peace after his departure; instead, it was plunged into continuous turmoil.
Because his deeds in Kyushu eventually spread, after Fang Zhenshen, another name resounded throughout Kyushu—Zhou Qingfeng!
Some call him the greatest fortune teller in the world, a legendary diviner, because his calculations are flawless and he has never made a mistake. But others call him the master of death, because those whose fortunes he has told all suffer bloodshed and none survive.
Then, with the gods secretly pulling the strings, it was rumored that Zhou Qingfeng had destroyed the Liuyun Immortal Dynasty, causing the entire Liuyun Immortal Dynasty to be stained with blood, and had also defied the gods, ultimately being punished by heaven and exiled to the other side.
As the news spread, Zhou Qingfeng's reputation grew, rivaling that of the former Fang Zhenshen.
If Fang Zhenshen was once revered by all, then Zhou Qingfeng's reputation was the complete opposite; he could be described as utterly wicked, for he committed murder, arson, destroyed the Immortal Dynasty, and defied the True God, doing almost every imaginable evil.
Some call him the number one demon in Kyushu, while others affectionately call him Old Demon Zhou.
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Several days later.
Fang Xiu traveled along the other shore. In the past few days, he had seen many blooming spider lilies. Without exception, all of these spider lilies fell victim to his poisonous hand and were devoured by him one by one.
As he continued to devour the other shore flowers, the phantom of the other shore black lotus in his mind became more and more solid, and the semi-illusory black lotus decree born at its core was also gradually growing stronger.
That half of the Black Lotus Decree was obtained when he was in the mortal world, facing the full-scale invasion of the other shore, and the other shore flowers also bloomed in the mortal world. He ordered the investigation bureau to collect the other shore flowers extensively for him to devour.
Now that he had no subordinates, he had to do it himself, searching for the spider lilies all over the other side and devouring them little by little. Although the spider lilies bloomed all over the other side, the other side was just too big. He could walk several miles before he could see a spider lily, which was extremely inefficient.
Helpless, he could only rely on his blood-red eyes to enslave the monsters, and then have them go and find the other shore flower to bring back for him.
With his current strength, as long as he doesn't encounter the God of Ghosts, other strange beings are nothing to fear.
However, Fang Xiu still tried his best to avoid the strange phenomena at the level of the Sovereign. These strange phenomena are equivalent to demigods among humans. Kunlun Maggot once impersonated the Nine Netherworld Sovereign, the leader of the Thirty-Six Sovereigns of the Other Shore.
It's not that we can't defeat the Overlord, but that avoiding him is more cost-effective.
To deal with the supernatural beings at the level of the ruler, we need to use the Ba Hui Godhead, but the influence of the Ba Hui Godhead is too great, and it is very likely to attract the evil gods.
Fang Xiu never forgot that there was a Cloud God on the other side who hated him to the bone.
He didn't want to be forced to the other side by the immortals and gods, and then forced back to the Nine Provinces by the demons.
It's worth mentioning that he also released the Kunlun Maggot, gave it a seventh-tier strange body, and let it lead a group of strange creatures to search for the Other Shore Flower.
Since advancing to the seventh rank, he no longer guarded against the Kunlun maggot and was confident that he could completely control it. As long as the maggot did not occupy the body of the demon god, it could not cause any trouble. Besides, the Kunlun maggot had no ability to occupy the body of the demon god.
And so, Fang Xiu embarked on a tedious and boring journey of collecting spider lilies.
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One year later.
The popularity of Zhou Qingfeng in Kyushu remains undiminished, and has even intensified. After all, it takes time for information to spread and gain traction, and Kyushu is such a vast place.
On this very day, in a desolate wilderness somewhere in Kyushu, the calm void suddenly rippled like the surface of water, and the next moment, a figure fell from it in a sorry state.
The man had a refined and gentle appearance, like a very approachable scholar, and his eyes were full of confident calm, as if he had a powerful confidence that he could control everything.
He slowly rose from the ground, a smile of relief spreading across his face: "Finally, I'm free from the river of fate."
This person was none other than Zhou Qingfeng, who had been trapped in the river of fate.
"I never thought I would be so lucky. Originally, with Fang Xiu as the anchor, it would have taken several years to return from the River of Fate. But a year ago, for some unknown reason, the River of Fate was stirred up many times. Under the strong shock, I finally had the opportunity to break free from the shackles of fate and successfully return."
Zhou Qingfeng sighed softly. Only he himself knew best the suffering he had endured over the years while lost in the long river of fate.
If it weren't for the laws of destiny, the constant anchor point in the outside world, and a relatively firm will, one would probably have long since sunk into the river of fate, never to escape for eternity.
“However, it was all worth it.” Zhou Qingfeng looked down at his palm, where an invisible force of destiny surged.
"Peak of the seventh rank! I have reached the current end of the Path of Destiny. The next step is to break through to the eighth rank!"
He hadn't wasted his years on the river of fate. As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. While fate trapped him, it also gave him an unprecedented opportunity to understand fate. It was because of this that he was able to enter the peak of the seventh rank.
Then, Zhou Qingfeng began to look around at his surroundings. Seeing the green mountains and clear waters before him, instead of the hazy gray fog he had imagined, he couldn't help but frown.
"The present world? No, that's not right, this is not the present world."
An indescribable Daoist charm flashed in his eyes, as if endless destiny principles and intertwined trajectories of fate were floating and sinking within them.
A moment later, the trajectory of fate in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression, and he slowly uttered two words: "Nine Provinces".
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