Cultivating To Immortality

Old Ancestor Youmo was scattered by Fang Hong’s Evil-repelling divine thunder, completely falling unconscious and losing his awareness.

At this moment, he was like a lamb awaiting slaughter, imprisoned by Fang Hong in the small room ancient treasure, with no power left to resist.

By now, all the Nascent Soul Realm high-rank cultivators from the three great Sects—Netherworld Sect, High Heaven Sect, and Divine Fire Sect—had fallen into Fang Hong’s hands, with no one spared.

Their fate, from this moment on, was sealed: they would be refined into spirit pills by Fang Hong, becoming nourishment for his cultivation path.

Of course, the reason Fang Hong had not yet killed them was not out of mercy, but for other plans.

Fang Hong intended to use soul-searching and soul-refining techniques on these Nascent Soul Old Ancestors to extract their memories, hoping to obtain some valuable intelligence leads.

After dealing with the high-rank cultivators of the three sects, Fang Hong did not stop there.

His figure moved, transforming into a streak of light, and he flew directly to the central area of the other three battlefields, looking down at the three sects’ disciples who were still fighting.

At this moment, the disciples of the three sects still did not know that their sect Old Ancestors had been killed.

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from above, the disciples of the three sects immediately felt a strong sense of unease.

They all stopped their fighting and looked up at the sky.

"Wh-what’s going on? Who exactly is that Senior?"

"What a terrifying aura."

"Why is there no movement from Old Ancestor’s battle? Could it be that it’s already over?"

The disciples of the three sects discussed amongst themselves, making various guesses.

Just then, Fang Hong’s lips curved slightly, revealing a strange, enigmatic smile.

His gaze swept across the area below; there were tens of thousands of disciples from the three sects combined, spanning every realm: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core.

Fang Hong’s demonic nature surged, and his killing intent was fully revealed. He suddenly remembered that upgrading the demon soul banner required collecting a large number of cultivators’ souls.

Therefore, he planned to refine all these people into the demon soul banner. If successful, it might even allow the demon soul banner to break through its shackles and advance to a higher-grade spiritual treasure.

Thinking of this, Fang Hong unhesitatingly brought out the demon soul banner. With a resounding ’buzz,’ the surrounding space trembled.

Rolling demonic qi, like a burst dam, surged out from the banner, instantly enveloping an area of several tens of miles.

"Run."

The disciples of the three sects below finally realized the approaching danger, screaming in terror and scattering in all directions.

But it was too late; the entire battlefield was already surrounded by thick demonic mist, blocking all escape routes, leaving nowhere to flee.

Fang Hong sat cross-legged on top of the demonic mist, rapidly chanting incantations, forming hand Seals, and frantically activating the demon soul banner.

"Ahhhhh."

Piercing screams rose and fell, echoing all around.

Whether Qi Refining disciples or Golden Core cultivators, all fell to the ground wailing, their souls devoured by the demon soul banner, utterly powerless to resist.

In just a few breaths, all the disciples of the three sects perished, none spared, their bodies lying on the battlefield like a living hell.

At this moment, Fang Hong was like a Demon God, sitting motionlessly in the air.

Black demonic mist swirled around him, and the demon soul banner floating beside him became even more sinister, its demonic light flickering, purple demonic lightning flashing incessantly.

Fang Hong looked down at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood with an expressionless, indifferent gaze.

He cast several techniques in succession, sealing all the souls collected within the demon soul banner one by one, ensuring none were missed.

At the same time, the demonic mist pervading the surroundings slowly dissipated, gradually vanishing without a trace.

A look of satisfaction appeared in Fang Hong’s eyes.

The number of souls acquired in this operation was extremely impressive; with a little refining, it would be enough to transform the demon soul banner into a true spiritual treasure.

Fang Hong waved his hand, retrieving the demon soul banner, and looked coldly at the corpses covering the ground below. With a slight lift of his palm, he instantly collected all the disciples’ storage pouches.

Then, he brought out the demon gourd, absorbing all the corpses and refining them into spirit pills.

The corpses were sucked into the demon gourd with a whooshing sound, a scene strikingly similar to when Fang Hong first obtained the demon gourd.

He stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, controlling the demon gourd, refining all living beings.

After dealing with all the corpses, the Star-Moon Wasteland instantly became silent and empty, revealing a strange eeriness.

Thus, the three great Sects—Netherworld Sect, High Heaven Sect, and Divine Fire Sect—were completely annihilated by Fang Hong alone, with no one spared.

Once Fang Hong returned to Danxian Valley, he would only need to have the sect step forward to take over the territory of Sand Country; everything would fall into place naturally.

Fang Hong’s figure moved, leaving the Star-Moon Wasteland and disappearing into the vast sky.

Soon, Fang Hong arrived at a remote, uninhabited mountain peak, where silence reigned all around.

Fang Hong took off the small room ancient treasure from his waist, placed it in an inconspicuous corner on the ground, and with a thought, his figure instantly vanished, entering the ancient treasure’s space.

The ancient treasure’s space was not large, only about seven or eight zhang in circumference, surrounded by a gray haze, with spiritual energy concentration no different from the outside world.

Ultimately, this was a portable temporary Immortal Cave; though simple, it was quite practical.

At this time, the six Nascent Soul Old Ancestors had already awakened, lying prostrate on the ground, their faces pale.

Their entire magical power had been sealed by Fang Hong, rendering them unable to move, unable to even mobilize a shred of their Divine Sense.

When they saw Fang Hong enter the space, their eyes widened in shock, and terror appeared in all of them.

"You, who exactly are you? What do you want to do to us?" the Divine Fire Sect Old Ancestor asked in horror.

"If you want us to surrender and become your subordinates, then give up that idea. We Nascent Soul Cultivators would rather die than yield." the High Heaven Sect Old Ancestor said proudly.

Hearing this, Fang Hong smiled, shook his head, and ignored their words, beginning to examine the various storage pouches.

The Old Ancestors’ faces grew even uglier.

The less Fang Hong spoke, the more fear they felt in their hearts, as if a vicious beast was secretly lurking, ready to devour them completely at any moment.

A moment later, Fang Hong finished examining all the storage pouches, once again acquiring a large amount of resources.

Piles of spirit stones, spiritual artifacts, cultivation techniques, and talismans accumulated like mountains.

There were also many strange, oddly shaped objects of unknown purpose, a dazzling array that made one’s eyes blur.

What Fang Hong was most concerned about was still the cultivation technique inheritance.

After sorting through them, Fang Hong successfully collected all the inheritance cultivation techniques of the three sects, from Qi Refinement Stage to Nascent Soul Stage, all complete, even including the cultivation techniques of the six Nascent Soul Old Ancestors.

Although he did not find any Divine Transformation Stage cultivation techniques, this harvest was sufficient to lay a solid foundation for his subsequent self-created cultivation techniques. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

While browsing the cultivation techniques, Fang Hong also unexpectedly discovered an interesting puppet technique called "Origin Puppet Technique," which recorded various methods for refining puppets.

He found this in the High Heaven Sect Old Ancestor’s storage bag, and it was quite complete.

Fang Hong had long heard that the High Heaven Sect was skilled in the Dao of puppets, and now seeing it with his own eyes, it was indeed true.

However, it was a pity that the High Heaven Sect did not have many precious artifact refining materials, so they could not refine very powerful puppets, at most only puppets of the Early Stage Nascent Soul, which were not considered strong.

But Fang Hong was different; he had accumulated a large amount of rare artifact refining materials plundered from the great demons of the Azure Wave Sea, as well as various demon souls of great demons.

With a little refining, he could completely create several powerful puppets.