Hong Yi withdrew his hand, his expression calm.
He gazed at the figure suppressed by the divine might of the Temple of Saints in the deep pit.
"Reason is not something to be shouted about."
"When you need to use anger to prove yourself, you have already lost."
"lose?"
Fang Han coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, his crimson eyes fixed on Hong Yi above him. "I haven't lost yet!"
The primal power of thirteen chaotic eras within him burned wildly once more.
The replica of the Thirty-Three Heavens' Treasure roared within him, attempting to break free from the suppression of the Temple of Saints.
However.
It was all in vain.
The Temple of All Saints is a condensation of truth and a convergence of civilization.
"Stubborn and unyielding".
Hong Yi shook his head, raised his palm, and prepared to completely end this so-called Son of the Era.
Just then.
A sudden change has occurred!
boom!
A divine light, seemingly from the very beginning of the universe, defied the barriers of time and space and descended fiercely from an unknown place of infinite height and infinite distance!
This divine light pierced directly through the crystal wall system of the Great Continent of Bosuo, landing precisely on Fang Han.
Immediately afterwards.
boom!
boom!
Two completely different supreme wills have arrived, transcending time and space.
One of the wills.
Ancient and vast, it is full of the charm of the origin of all things, as if it were the original source of everything, both tangible and intangible.
Another will.
It is filled with absolute truth and order, as if it were the fundamental law governing the universe, which cannot be violated in any way.
good fortune!
origin!
truth!
The three Celestial Kings, separated by the Gate of Immortality, attacked simultaneously!
The three supreme powers transformed into three beams of light of different colors, which poured into Fang Han's body.
Fang Han's Heavenly Monarch body instantly expanded and exploded.
And then it was reassembled in an instant.
Every inch of flesh and blood, every single particle, is undergoing a cycle of destruction and rebirth.
His origin.
His cultivation level.
They are all skyrocketing at an unbelievable speed!
Fourteen Chaotic Eras!
Fifteen Chaotic Eras!
Sixteen chaotic eras!
In just a few breaths, Fang Han's aura surged to an astonishing level.
"Open it for me!"
Fang Han's eyes widened, and he threw a punch upwards.
This punch.
It's no longer just the Thirty-Three Heavens Creation Divine Fist.
Within the essence of the fist lies the grandeur of its origin and the order of truth!
He forcibly combined the three supreme paths together in a brutal manner.
Rumble!
The Temple of Saints, suspended above his head, emitted a loud hum under this violent punch and was forcibly lifted upwards by half a point.
The hanging chains of divine order were shattered inch by inch by the force of the punch!
A slight ripple appeared on Hong Yi's face.
He sensed the source of those three forces.
That is a realm that surpasses even the Heavenly Emperor.
"The power of a Celestial King..."
Instead of panicking, the speed at which he deduced countless hexagrams in his eyes suddenly increased a hundredfold.
He wanted to use this opportunity to deduce more secrets about the Celestial King.
"very good."
The Bridge to the Other Shore beneath Hong Yi's feet shone brightly, its immortal aura spreading out and merging with the oppressive Temple of Saints. "Since you want to play, I'll play with you to the very end."
He formed a hand seal, and the Temple of Saints behind him spun around, its doors opening wide.
From within the palace gates came the sound of students reading aloud.
That was the chanting of the sages and philosophers of the past, the Daoist voice of civilization's transmission.
Each syllable transformed into a rune of order, which was bestowed upon the Temple of Saints, causing its suppressive power to surge once more.
The Temple of Saints, which had just been lifted up by half, was once again pressed down heavily.
Fang Han's suddenly surged momentum was instantly suppressed.
His newly reconstructed body was once again riddled with cracks.
"Not enough! Still not enough!"
Fang Han roared madly, demanding more power from the three Immortal Kings in the darkness.
Above the heavens, deep within the gates of immortality.
Three blurry yet majestic figures watched over everything that was happening in the immortal realm.
"Who is this person? How could he possibly withstand the combined power of the three of us from a distance?" The voice of the Origin Immortal King was filled with astonishment.
"His magical artifact is very strange. It contains a kind of 'reason' will, which seems to be no less than our creation, origin, or truth." The voice of the Truth Immortal King was cold and rational.
"We can't wait any longer."
The majestic voice of the Creation Immortal King rang out.
"Our physical bodies are trapped, and the power we can transmit across distances is ultimately limited. If we continue fighting, we will not only fail to defeat this person, but we will also expose more of our true strengths and weaknesses."
"Bring Fang Han back first, and use all the resources of the Heavenly Court to help him refine our power. Once he has truly mastered this power, it won't be too late to kill this fiend!"
The three immortal kings reached a consensus instantly.
The next moment.
The Celestial Realm, the Vast Continent.
The three pillars of light that pierced the heavens and earth suddenly merged into one, transforming into a giant hand composed of the power of the three laws. Ignoring the suppression of the Temple of Saints, it grabbed Fang Han from the deep pit.
immediately.
The giant hand suddenly pulled upwards!
Sizzle!
A huge rift was torn open in space, leading to the unknown depths of spacetime.
The giant hand grabbed Fang Han and was about to disappear into him.
"Trying to leave?"
Hong Yi raised an eyebrow, took a step forward, and was about to give chase.
"Hong Yi!"
Just then, Fang Han's voice, filled with endless resentment and killing intent, came from the space-time rift.
"I, Fang Han, will remember this humiliation!"
"The next time we meet, I will smash your Temple of Saints, your Bridge to the Other Shore, and your head to pieces!"
Before he could finish speaking...
The spacetime rift has been closed.
The giant hand, along with Fang Han, vanished without a trace.
Hong Yi stopped and stood in the void, without giving chase.
He opened his palm, and three faint rays of light floated quietly in his palm.
A wisp of creation, a wisp of origin, a wisp of truth.
This was a trace of the Immortal King's essence that he had managed to retain during the confrontation, thanks to his unparalleled ability to deduce from the I Ching.
"Immortal King..."
...
Deep within the Heavenly Court.
Fang Han's body was constantly being shattered and reassembled under the onslaught of the three supreme forces.
His bones transformed into divine gold containing the Dao principles of the Immortal King.
Runes of origin and truth flow within flesh and blood.
The voice of the Creation Immortal King was grand and majestic, echoing in the temple: "Hong Yi has already achieved his Dao, and is no less than us."
The voice of the Immortal King of Truth rang out, "Indeed, civilization and reason are also a kind of Great Dao."
Fang Han opened his eyes and calmly said, "I lost this time, but I also learned a lot. I... have seen my own path!!"
The Creation Immortal King laughed and said, "We will open up all the treasures of the Heavenly Court since its founding to you, and they will all become your resources."
The words fell.
The temple walls suddenly burst open, revealing a path of light leading to an endless sea of books.
Fang Han stepped in without hesitation.
It was a space that defied description.
Endless jade slips, animal hide scrolls, and crystal slabs floated in the void.
Like a galaxy of knowledge.
Fang Han closed his eyes, and the scenes of his battle with Hong Yi replayed repeatedly in his mind.
He witnessed the rise of countless civilizations.
He also witnessed their decline and demise.
Life and death, beginning and end, rise and fall...
It goes on and on, endlessly.
"I see……"
Fang Han suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long roar, causing the entire collection of books to boil.
Countless jade slips, ancient scrolls, and stone slabs transformed into billions of streams of light, all of which entered his body.
The three forces within him—creation, origin, and truth—were no longer a crude fusion, but rather perfectly integrated with a new "era" of ultimate truth at its core.
He slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist.
His fists no longer contain only destruction.
Rather, it encompasses a complete cycle of an era.
There is the chaos of the beginning of the universe, the joy of the birth of all things, the glory of the flourishing of civilization, the lament of the twilight of heroes, and the desolation of all things returning to nothingness.
"This fist technique is called 'Epoch'!"
With a single punch, the void before him underwent countless cycles of birth and death, ultimately transforming into an eternal nothingness.
His aura had long surpassed the scope of sixteen chaotic eras, reaching an unfathomable realm.
From this day forward, he shall be the Celestial Emperor of the Epoch!
Fang Han took a step forward and returned to the temple.
He was surrounded by strange phenomena of epochal change, and his aura was so strong that it caused ripples to appear in the projections of the wills of the three Immortal Kings.
"Hong Yi! I'm here!"
He was brimming with confidence, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.
The majestic voice of the Creation Immortal King rang out once more, "Your path has been completed, but it is not enough."
Fang Han frowned. "Not enough? My Epochal Divine Fist is already superior to the divine fists of the three of you!"
The Creation Immortal King spoke, "That Feng Baiyu is the real threat."
"The Thirty-Three Heavens Treasure in his possession is a complete and flawless artifact of creation. Our true forms are still within the Gate of Immortality. Your current strength can surpass Hong Yi, but against Zhao Feng, the outcome is uncertain."
"Our most urgent task is to find the gate to immortality so that our true forms can return. At that time, Zhao Feng will be easily destroyed."
The fighting spirit in Fang Han's eyes subsided.
He was not a fool, and he immediately understood the implications.
An ancient compass flew out of the Creation Immortal King's hand. The compass needle, made of a material that was neither gold nor jade, was trembling slightly and pointing in an unknown direction.
"This is the Compass of Creation, which can sense the aura of the Gate of Immortality."
...
Fang Han held the Creation Compass in his hand, his figure traversing the shattered void.
The compass needle trembled slightly, exuding an ancient and weathered aura, guiding him toward the gate of immortality.
The aura emanating from him was completely different from when he left the Heavenly Court.
The profound meaning of the Epochal Divine Fist flowed through his heart. With each breath, he seemed to experience the cycle of birth and death of an epoch. Every move he made carried an unparalleled majesty that ruled over the beginning and end of all things.
"Feng Baiyu..."
Zhao Feng's image flashed through Fang Han's mind, and his killing intent surged. "Once I obtain the Gate to Immortality, your death will be imminent!"
He suppressed his murderous intent and focused all his attention on the road in front of him.
The closer you get to the direction the compass points, the more chaotic the surrounding spacetime becomes.
Invisible currents of law raged through the void.
Even the Heavenly Lord's protective divine light would be easily torn apart here.
Ahead.
A vast continent appeared, stretching as far as the eye could see.
That is the battlefield of the Immortal Kings.
The sky here is the color of congealed blood.
Thick bolts of energy lightning streaked across the sky, each explosion accompanied by a mournful cry of shattered laws.
The ground was made of black rock, and silver liquid energy flowed through huge cracks—the materialized laws of shattering.
As soon as Fang Han set foot on this continent, he felt a terrifying pressure coming from all directions.
The laws here are incredibly solid, and the space is terrifyingly stable. The power required to tear space apart here is hundreds or thousands of times that in the celestial realm.
"roar!"
A roar came from a mountain of bones not far away.
The small mountain, formed from the countless bones of celestial beings, suddenly trembled.
A golden skeleton, tens of thousands of feet tall, rose from the mountain.
Two dark blue soul flames burned in its eye sockets, and the aura emanating from its body was that of a powerful being comparable to seven or eight Chaos Era Heavenly Monarchs.
This is an ancient celestial being who fell here. His undying fighting spirit combined with the resentment of this place, transforming him into a skeletal guardian who only knows how to kill.
The golden skeleton spotted Fang Han, the outsider, its empty eye sockets locking onto him. It took a big step forward and threw a punch.
The fist hadn't even landed.
A law of decay and death enveloped Fang Han.
Fang Han remained indifferent, not even glancing at the golden skeleton.
He threw a punch as well.
Epochal Fist!
There was no earth-shattering roar, nor the dazzling brilliance of colliding laws.
Fang Han's fist seemed to contain a supreme truth.
The golden skeletal fist stopped in mid-air when it was still a hundred feet away from him.
Immediately afterwards...
Its indestructible golden skeleton developed a crack, and finally it completely weathered away, turning into dust and dissipating into the air.
The skeleton of a Heavenly Monarch who had lived for seven or eight Chaos Eras was completely reduced to nothingness by a single punch, without even touching the hem of Fang Han's clothes.
Fang Han continued walking deeper into the battlefield without stopping.
Along the way, he encountered even more dangers.
Its high-speed rotation is enough to sever the spacetime fragments of the Heavenly Monarch's origin.
A law-based monster that is materialized from the laws of nature and is nearly immortal.
There was even a black vortex connecting to an unknown otherworld, from which terrifying creatures covered in tentacles crawled out.
But no matter the danger, nothing could stop his punch.
Before his Epochal Divine Fist, everything can only go through a complete cycle of birth and death, and ultimately turn into nothingness.
He even found a broken battle axe in a shattered graveyard of artifacts.
The battle axe still retained a trace of the aura of a divine artifact, clearly a fragment of some supreme treasure.
He simply reached out and touched the battle axe.
As the power of the era flowed, the origin of creation contained in the fragment of the battle axe was forcibly extracted, refined, and integrated into his own Great Dao of the Era.
His aura became even more profound.
Just then, Fang Han stopped.
He raised his head and looked ahead.
The space there had a strange, distorted appearance.
All laws and all order have become chaotic here.
Light can bend, sound can flow backward, and time can sometimes fast forward and sometimes rewind.
A figure dressed in a gray robe, with an indistinct face, sat cross-legged in the center of this chaotic area. (End of Chapter)
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