Chapter 129: The Power of Heaven, the Despair of the Carefree Immortal

"Kneel and beg for mercy?"

Upon hearing Fang Wang's words, the Xiaoyao Immortal’s expression turned hideously grim. A bronze compass coalesced in his right hand, from which wisps of eerie smoke spilled out, condensing into phantoms of wolf-headed demons. They snarled and clawed in all directions, struggling to break free from the compass's restraint.

Looking up at the aloof and majestic Fang Wang, and feeling that overbearing, peerless aura, the Xiaoyao Immortal’s eyes were filled with envy and rage.

"Fang Wang, you are indeed strong, but do you truly believe you have already won?" the Xiaoyao Immortal hissed coldly, his left hand beginning to weave through a series of incantations.

Fang Wang looked down at him with disdain. "Is that not the case?"

The reason Fang Wang had not yet struck was not due to arrogance; he simply wanted the Xiaoyao Immortal to unleash his full strength. He intended to crush the Xiaoyao Immortal in an incredibly dominant fashion under the watchful eyes of the various sects of the Seven Dynasties.

In this way, when Fang Wang eventually departed, other sects would have to weigh whether they could truly bear his wrath before daring to move against the Taiyuan Sect.

The Xiaoyao Immortal did not answer. As he continued his incantations, the tremors in the world intensified. Beyond the "Mountain and River Heaven-Suppressing Fist," another aura, akin to the might of the heavens, descended.

Bright lights appeared on the dark horizon in the distance—eighty-one in total—encircling the Heaven-Top Mountain. These lights rapidly absorbed the spiritual energy of the world, then erupted into a powerful cyan glow, connecting with one another to form a cyan canopy that enclosed a radius of a hundred miles.

The cultivators of the Seven Dynasties, who had gathered to watch the spectacle, retreated in haste, terrified of being drawn into the formation.

Yang Jin'er, riding on the back of a white tiger, stared intently, her expression solemn as she slowly uttered five words: "The Heaven-Changing Dragon-Trapping Array!"

As the formation descended, the Xiaoyao Immortal broke into a crazed grin. Xu Qiuming and the Emperors of the Seven Dynasties, feeling the might of this array for the first time, all changed color in shock.

"Fang Wang, do you know the origin of this array?" the Xiaoyao Immortal asked with a triumphant, greedy laugh.

Fang Wang peered down at him. "The Heaven-Changing Dragon-Trapping Array? Is that it?"

Hearing this, the Xiaoyao Immortal’s smile instantly froze.

Fang Wang gripped his right fist, raised his left hand, and made a pulling motion toward the high sky. His voice resonated: "You think you can change the heavens? Watch now and behold the power that truly represents the Heavens!"

A terrifying, soul-shaking pressure replaced the might of the Heaven-Changing Dragon-Trapping Array, causing everyone to instinctively look up.

Golden patterns appeared in the dark firmament, rapidly brightening until they formed individual characters. These golden characters floated in the dim sky, illuminating the entire gloomy Heaven-Top Mountain.

Even the members of the Taiyuan Sect, three hundred miles away, could see them clearly.

Fang Hanyu looked up, murmuring to himself: "The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name..."

Everyone was left dumbstruck, as if witnessing a miracle.

The golden characters covered a radius of hundreds of miles, and their golden light continued to intensify, appearing as if they were descending from above.

The Xiaoyao Immortal’s eyes widened, and he trembled, "What peerless technique is this?"

Fang Wang lifted his chin and hummed softly, "Peerless technique? This is my destiny treasure spirit. You wanted to obtain the Heavenly Origin Treasure Spirit, didn't you? Today, I shall let you see exactly how unattainable the things you covet truly are!"

Little Zi also looked upward, its serpent eyes filled with shock and excitement.

Zhao Zhen felt a sense of disbelief. Could that small Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands possess such divine power?

As the enormous golden characters plummeted, the Heaven-Changing Dragon-Trapping Array took the impact. Ripples of cyan light washed across the sky, and the spiritual energy within the formation churned violently. Wind, snow, and ice shards danced in chaos. Xu Qiuming and the others, trapped in their cages, were forced to cling to the bars as the cliffside shook violently, as if a mountain were collapsing.

Ice mountains within a hundred miles of the formation crumbled one after another. The world roared, resembling the onset of the apocalypse, and the snow mist rising from all directions burned like white flames.

The Xiaoyao Immortal’s face shifted drastically; he could clearly feel the terrifying pressure exerted upon his array.

"How is this possible..."

Terrified, the Xiaoyao Immortal lunged at Fang Wang, thrusting the bronze compass in his right hand directly at him.

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The wolf-headed demon phantoms on the compass roared as they charged out, their bodies growing larger until they were even more massive than Little Zi, their aura terrifying.

Fang Wang’s eyes narrowed. He suddenly leaped from Little Zi’s head, becoming like a golden streak of light that swept across the sky. The wolf-headed demons in his path exploded one after another, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Wang was before the Xiaoyao Immortal.

*So fast!*

The Xiaoyao Immortal’s pupils dilated, and he instinctively struck out with his palm.

Fang Wang’s right fist was faster, punching directly through the Xiaoyao Immortal’s chest. The terrifying force of the blow continued, shattering ice mountains along the way, while the gale tore the iron cages from the cliffside.

*BOOM!*

The cyan light curtain on the horizon was forcefully blasted away. Combined with the crushing weight of the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands, the Heaven-Changing Dragon-Trapping Array was shattered.

As the formation exploded, the resulting shockwave surged with spiritual energy, ravaging the surroundings. The sects of the Seven Dynasties scrambled to form defensive barriers, as did the cultivators in the air, many bringing out their own destiny treasures to shield themselves.

A massive ice boulder, twenty feet tall, hurtled toward Yang Jin'er, but the white tiger swiped its claws, shattering it instantly.

The howling wind revealed Yang Jin'er’s small face. She gripped the white tiger tightly, her gaze fixed on the enormous golden characters in the sky. As they descended, their edges gradually revealed a distinct outline.

"That is..."

Yang Jin'er wore an expression of sheer disbelief. She was not alone; every cultivator who witnessed this scene gasped, doubting their own eyes. Even the five thousand members of the Taiyuan Sect, including Vice Sect Leader Chai Yi and Fang Hanyu, were the same.

What were they seeing?

A gigantic jade seal, hundreds of miles in length and width, hung in the sky. With their vision, they could not begin to fathom its true size. Before this seal, every peak within the ten-thousand-mile glacier seemed insignificant.

It was as if a majestic deity from beyond the heavens was holding a divine seal, pressing it down upon the mortal world. The sea of clouds in the sky was pushed aside, and rolling snow mist swirled around the massive seal, forming a spectacular cyclone. Even those at the Spirit-Condensation Realm had to exhaust all their strength just to resist the pressure.

Little Zi channeled its demonic power to protect itself from being swept away by the gale. Zhao Zhen hovered on its back, staring at Fang Wang’s silhouette.

Fang Wang slowly lifted his right arm, holding the Xiaoyao Immortal aloft in the air.

The golden characters at the base of the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands cast down ten thousand beams of golden light, one of which shone directly upon the Xiaoyao Immortal’s body.

The Xiaoyao Immortal vomited blood, the crimson liquid splashing toward Fang Wang’s arm, only to be incinerated by the Profound Yang True Fire, leaving no trace behind.

The golden light shone upon Fang Wang’s face, his expression cold and stern.

The Xiaoyao Immortal was in agony, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Fang Wang. He trembled, "What... what exactly is your origin..."

He was at the Golden Body Realm; how could his physical form, which was so powerful, be pierced by a single punch? He had traversed this continent for so long and had never encountered such a terrifying fist. He could sense that Fang Wang hadn't just used the so-called "Mountain and River Heaven-Suppressing Fist"—his own physical strength was frighteningly immense... How could a barbaric land like Great Qi give birth to such a powerful existence? Even a Heavenly Origin Treasure Spirit had its limits!

Fang Wang stared at him. "You dared to challenge me without even knowing who I am? Are you prepared to die?"

Panic seized the Xiaoyao Immortal. He attempted to manifest his primordial spirit to escape, only to realize with horror that it was completely trapped within his physical body.

*It’s the golden light!*

This light actually had a suppressive effect on the primordial spirit, and it was ridiculously strong!

The Xiaoyao Immortal panicked completely. "Fang Wang! I was wrong! I—"

*Squelch!*

Fang Wang’s left hand, transformed into a blade, severed the Xiaoyao Immortal’s head. Immediately after, his right arm ignited with the Profound Yang True Fire, incinerating the Xiaoyao Immortal’s body.

With a sharp look, he snatched a bracelet from the Xiaoyao Immortal’s wrist and tucked it into his belt.

Fang Wang turned and landed in the icy ruins below. He tossed the Xiaoyao Immortal’s body aside, letting it burn. The golden light of the Seal of the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands remained focused on the Xiaoyao Immortal, ensuring his primordial spirit suffered in agony, unable to flee.

Carrying the head, Fang Wang arrived at Zhao Qi’s cage and ripped the door open. He then raised his hand, tearing open the distant cage of Xu Qiuming; the talismans on the doors were no match for his immense power.

"Many thanks to the Senior for saving us!"

Zhao Qi was overcome with excitement, kneeling directly before Fang Wang and even kowtowing.

Little Zi landed, and Zhao Zhen scoffed, "You brat, you truly have no dignity as an Emperor!"

Zhao Qi looked up at Zhao Zhen, remaining silent, though his eyes were filled with hatred.

Little Zi couldn't help but interject, "Did you have any dignity as an Emperor when you knelt before my Master?"

Zhao Zhen felt awkward and could only turn his head away.

Fang Wang spoke, "Little Zi, go with Zhao Qi and save the other Emperors."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qi cast a grateful look at Fang Wang. He knew that Fang Wang was backing him, which would inevitably make the other Emperors owe him a favor. He did not hesitate, rising quickly to depart, with Little Zi following close behind.

Fang Wang turned back to the Xiaoyao Immortal burning in the Profound Yang True Fire, thinking to himself, "Golden Body Realm? It truly is a 'golden body'—it’s so difficult to burn!" His Profound Yang True Fire was no ordinary flame!

At this moment, Xu Qiuming walked to his side, his expression complex. He bowed deeply to Fang Wang.

Fang Wang looked at him and smiled, "Brother Xu, why go to such lengths?"

Xu Qiuming looked up. "You saved my sister, and you have saved me twice. I have no way to repay you in this life. In the future, if there is anything you need of me, just ask. Even if you ask me to die, I, Xu Qiuming, will not frown."

He spoke with such gravity that Fang Wang found it difficult to maintain his smile. Seeing the despondency in Xu Qiuming's eyes, Fang Wang spoke seriously, "Brother Xu, I believe your words, but I hope you will not lose heart. Looking across this world, you are the only one I consider an opponent. This defeat is not because your talent is lacking, but because you encountered a powerful enemy that no one at your current level could defeat."

Xu Qiuming felt moved, but he remained clear-headed, smiling bitterly, "Aren't you also at the Spirit-Condensation Realm?"

Fang Wang shook his head. "I have already broken through to the Crossing Void Realm. If you, Brother Xu, were to reach the Crossing Void Realm, killing someone like the Xiaoyao Immortal would be as easy as turning over one's hand. How could a mortal like him ever be a match for someone like us?"

*Crossing Void Realm?*

Xu Qiuming felt a sense of relief, his confidence reigniting. Of course, he knew he could never be a match for Fang Wang.

"Fang Wang, rest assured, I will never give up on my cultivation. You will always be the goal I pursue. Regardless of everything, you are my savior, and I shall be at your command from this day forth!" Xu Qiuming said earnestly, his voice loud enough for the Emperors of the Seven Dynasties to bear witness to his resolve.