CHAPTER 974: CHAPTER 492: WANGWU_2

I once met a ruthless woman who, after being chosen to bear a child, cut her belly open to remove the entire placenta, with the result that she could never get pregnant again."

Fang Zhixing grinned, excitedly saying: "Impressive, this Creation Whip is truly an extraordinary evil weapon!"

The White Light Palace Master agreed, sighing: "It’s an Eighth Grade Immortal Treasure, incredibly lethal to all Golden Immortals below the eighth grade, perfect for self-defense."

Fang Zhixing was overjoyed and repeatedly said: "Brother, you’re truly amazing, always extraordinary!"

The White Light Palace Master laughed heartily, radiating pride: "Brother, with your potential to attain the Dao, how could I not fully support you?"

The two of them were in high spirits, fetching fine wine and drinking lavishly until morning.

The days passed one by one.

Unconsciously...

[1. Absorbed Blood River Nourishment from the Dao Ancestor for over 100 days (completed)]

[Conditions for Full Level at Ninth Grade Golden Immortal with Pure Fire Blood Lotus achieved, would you like to advance?]

"It’s time..."

Fang Zhixing had been eagerly awaiting this moment, itching to advance immediately.

However, he refrained from doing so.

Right now, he was within the White Light Immortal Palace, and breaking through would inevitably leak the aura of a Golden Immortal, potentially attracting a heavenly tribulation.

The next moment, Fang Zhixing’s body trembled slightly; he unfurled his Free Blood Wings, soaring into the sky.

Flap, flap~

He flapped his wings continuously, using Blood Escape repeatedly, moving farther and farther away.

Nonetheless, concerned about leaking his Golden Immortal aura, he deliberately suppressed his cultivation, not moving at full speed.

Even so...

In no time, Fang Zhixing had flown a million miles away from the White Light Immortal Palace.

"Hmm, this place will do."

Fang Zhixing took out the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, directing his thoughts.

Grow! Grow! Grow!

The Nine Heavens Breath Soil rapidly expanded to an area of about twenty-six acres.

Fang Zhixing sat cross-legged.

Immediately, the Nine Heavens Breath Soil shone brightly, emitting layers of earthy yellow aura that wrapped around him, layering upon itself.

"Now it can begin."

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, settling himself slightly before initiating the advancement.

Buzz!

In an instant!

An immense flow of Merit Power surged forth, pouring into him, sending his cultivation skyrocketing.

Mid Stage Ninth Grade Golden Immortal!

Late Stage!

Perfection!

Without any mishap, Fang Zhixing’s cultivation soared like a rocket to the Ninth Grade Perfect Realm!

At this moment, he felt the Merit Power inside him swirling violently, as if overflowing.

"Amazing!"

Fang Zhixing breathed easily, feeling immensely pleased.

However, he remained on guard as the Pure Fire Blood Lotus Seat appeared beneath him, encasing his entire body.

At the same time, he quickly surveyed the void overhead, fully alert.

The starry river was dazzling, the void exceptionally tranquil.

He waited and waited...

Nothing happened!

Fang Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief, exclaiming: "As expected from the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, it truly conceals my Golden Immortal aura and avoids detection by heavenly tribulations."

He stood up, stowed away the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, and flew back to the White Light Immortal Palace.

"Yes, it’s time to head to the Wang Wu Star Ring."

Fang Zhixing summoned Xigou and the Purple Water Chestnut Moth, saying: "Little Zi, have you been missing home?"

The Purple Water Chestnut Moth perked up, looking upward: "Benefactor, are you really taking me to the Wang Wu Star Ring?"

Fang Zhixing nodded: "I happen to have some matters to handle at the Wang Wu Star Ring, it’s right on my way."

The Purple Water Chestnut Moth was overjoyed, laughing: "Wonderful, I can finally go home."

Xigou raised its head, communicating, "There’s an entrance to the Fifth Layer World somewhere in the Wang Wu Star Ring; truth be told, I kind of miss the Fifth Layer World."

Fang Zhixing paused, he hadn’t chatted with Xigou in a while and was confused by Xigou’s words.

Quite abruptly.

He mentally inquired: "What do you miss?"

Xigou seriously responded: "At least in the Fifth Layer World, there are no heavenly tribulations; you can’t understand how intimidating the descending thunder tribulations are for a dog!"

Fang Zhixing was momentarily speechless.

Good heavens!

It was him who got struck by lightning, not Xigou!

But instead, Xigou ended up with psychological trauma!

Fuck, what the hell is this?

Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and say, "No way, do you really want to return to the Fifth Layer? Don’t forget, the Fifth Layer world is very likely a Heavenly Court-made heavenly prison, specifically designed to suppress prisoners like Tian Lei. You really want to go to jail?"

Upon hearing this, Xigou hesitated again, wavering, and complained, "Ugh, why isn’t there a world that suits me?"

Fang Zhixing said seriously, "The strong never complain about their environment."

Then, without further ado, he grabbed Xigou and tossed him into the spirit beast pouch.

The Purple Water Chestnut Moth entered the spirit beast pouch of its own accord without being instructed.

In no time, Fang Zhixing left the White Light Immortal Palace via the interstellar teleportation array.

After several transmissions, he arrived at "Fan Meng Star."

About three million miles from this planet, there is a singularity that can lead directly to the Wang Wu Star Ring.

According to calculations, the singularity should open in about three and a half months.

Fang Zhixing, to be on the safe side, planned to reach the singularity’s location in advance.

"Let’s go!"

The Free Blood Wings unfolded.

Fang Zhixing once again suppressed his cultivation to Upper Immortal Peak, then flew into outer space.

Just like that, over two months flew by.

One day, as Fang Zhixing was flying forward, a faint purple light belt appeared in the empty void.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but feel invigorated.

That faint purple light belt was a type of purple crystal ore.

"If the map is right, the singularity should be on the right side of this purple light belt."

Fang Zhixing immediately flew over.

Soon, he saw a purple land, which turned out to be a whole block of purple crystal ore, at least the size of Dan State.

"This is the place!"

Fang Zhixing took out the Star Sea Map to confirm once more, and the singularity was indeed located on this purple land.

"Huh, people?"

Scanning with his gaze, Fang Zhixing discovered that on this vast purple crystal ore, where life should be impossible, there were figures moving, and not just one.

"To fly here, one would need to be at least in the Lower Immortal Realm."

"Interesting, it seems that besides me, others also want to go to the Wang Wu Star Ring."

Fang Zhixing immediately retracted his Free Blood Wings, altered his appearance, concealed his aura, and slowly flew over.

Looking around, the ground was barren, with no plants growing, and naturally, no flowers, birds, fish, or insects.

The ground was covered with rugged rocks, surrounded by translucent purple crystal ores, reflecting the cold light of distant stars, pervading a desolate and lonely beauty.

Fang Zhixing gently landed on a solitary rock.

No one was nearby.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

After a while, two streaks of light flew over and landed not far away.

Fang Zhixing slightly opened his eyes and glanced; the newcomers were two middle-aged men.

"Fellow Daoist, are you also heading to the Wang Wu Star Ring?"

One white-clad scholar cupped his hands in a polite smile.

Fang Zhixing nodded, "Yes, and you are?"

The white-clad scholar quickly replied, "My surname is Wang, from the Gui Luo Cave, and this is my friend from the Han Immortal Clan on Haoyuan Star. We both plan to travel to the Wang Wu Star Ring together. Are you traveling alone, Fellow Daoist?"

Fang Zhixing nodded.

"Do you know what it’s like over at the Wang Wu Star Ring?"

The white-clad scholar opened the topic with a question.

Fang Zhixing didn’t speak, only made a gesture indicating he was listening attentively.

The white-clad scholar slowly said, "The Wang Wu Star Ring is resource-rich, with several times the number of immortals compared to here. But over there, it’s ruled by Merit Immortals, with Tribulation Immortals having low status and not taken seriously. Frankly, we Tribulation Immortals headed over there are like a bunch of stowaways, finding it hard to gain a foothold."

Fang Zhixing responded, "What’s your idea?"

The white-clad scholar quickly said, "We are all practitioners of the White Light Star Ring; once we reach the Wang Wu Star Ring, we’ll all become outsiders, without any backing. We might as well stick together and form an alliance, to avoid being bullied, how about it?"

Fang Zhixing felt amused inside and shook his head, "I appreciate your kind invitation, but I’m used to being a lone wolf."

The white-clad scholar didn’t insist; he cupped his hands and turned to leave.

About an hour later, another old man in black came over and extended a similar invitation.

Fang Zhixing recognized at a glance that the old man in black was none other than the wanted criminal "Stinky Fox Old Ghoul."

This fellow’s calamity was "Evil Odor," and the stench he emitted was beyond imagination, enough to suffocate a person to death...