Cultivating To Immortality

The Swift Wind Wings was originally just a top-tier spiritual artifact.

After Fang Hong advanced to the Divine Transformation Stage, its effect on speed enhancement became less obvious, even struggling to keep up with Fang Hong’s pace.

However, some time ago, Fang Hong tried to refine the three white feathers he obtained from the palace into the Swift Wind Wings, and unexpectedly, it brought about an unforeseen effect.

The grade of the Swift Wind Wings soared dramatically, directly crossing a major grade and reaching the level of a high-grade spiritual treasure.

Such astonishing advancement speed even startled Fang Hong himself.

This couldn’t help but make Fang Hong secretly wonder, could these three feathers left by Thunder Venerable be the feathers of some Divine Beast?

And it must be a Divine Beast of a particularly high grade, otherwise, it would be impossible to possess such powerful magical power, allowing a top-tier spiritual artifact to directly advance to a high-grade spiritual treasure.

The current Swift Wind Wings are wider, covered with a faint white flowing light.

Combined with the Swift Wind Secret Technique of the Golden Winged race, Fang Hong could traverse tens of thousands of miles in just a few breaths.

With such terrifying escape art, as long as he didn’t encounter a Void Refining old monster, Fang Hong could completely travel unimpeded and live freely on this Eastern Heaven Continent.

In addition to the improvement of the Swift Wind Wings, the improvement of Fang Hong’s other spiritual treasures was also considerable.

The Heavenly Thunder Needle was originally a low-grade spiritual treasure. This time, after he refined that mysterious extraterrestrial meteorite gold into it, it officially advanced to a middle-grade spiritual treasure, and its power increased significantly.

The fire cloud gourd also underwent significant changes.

Fang Hong refined several Ancient Beasts’ crystal cores into the gourd one by one, successfully advancing it to a middle-grade spiritual treasure.

As for the soul severing sword, Fang Hong fed it four low-grade spiritual treasures and a large number of spiritual artifacts through the Soul Devouring Art, causing it to advance again, reaching the high-grade spiritual treasure level.

As for the demon soul banner, Fang Hong had already refined the Nascent Souls of Wu Feng and Lu Cheng into it, greatly increasing its power. Although it was still a middle-grade spiritual treasure, it was not far from becoming a high-grade spiritual treasure.

These were the fruits of Fang Hong’s diligent cultivation during this period. With his current strength, it was time for him to trouble those Demon Emperors.

Those Demon Emperors were all spirit pills, and Fang Hong naturally wouldn’t let them go.

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After resting for two days, Fang Hong left the temporary Immortal Cave with Little Rainbow.

He didn’t hesitate at all and flew directly towards the territory of the Cold Snow Sheep Clan, starting with them first.

Fang Hong planned to kill from north to south, until he turned the entire Eastern Domain demon race upside down, just like he did in the Azure Wave Sea back then.

Unfurling the Swift Wind Wings, Fang Hong’s figure transformed into a golden light, his escape speed reaching its extreme.

The mountains and rivers below rapidly receded. In less than three quarters of an hour, he had already entered the territory of the Cold Snow Sheep Clan.

Just as Fang Hong crossed an ice-bound mountain range, goose-feather heavy snow began to fall from the sky without any warning.

The snow fell faster and faster, instantly dyeing the world a snowy white. The surrounding temperature also dropped sharply, bringing with it a biting chill!

Fang Hong hovered in mid-air, a cold smile playing on his lips. These snowflakes looked ordinary, but in fact, each one contained a faint Killing Intent, clearly indicating that someone was secretly pulling strings.

It seemed he had already been discovered by the Hanxue Yang Huang.

Sure enough, in the void a hundred feet ahead, two faint blue light spots suddenly lit up.

As the light spots grew brighter, the surrounding snowflakes frantically converged, condensing into two blurry figures in the light.

After the blue light dissipated, the two figures clearly appeared before Fang Hong.

On the left was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a stern face.

On the right was a beautiful woman in white, with a beautiful appearance, but with a hint of coldness between her brows.

Fang Hong carefully observed. Both of them were not weak in strength.

The aura of the black-clothed middle-aged man was vast and profound, having already reached the Divine Transformation Late Stage; the white-clothed beautiful woman was slightly weaker, with a Divine Transformation Early Stage cultivation.

If Fang Hong guessed correctly, these two should be the Hanxue Yang Emperor and Wife. He didn’t expect them to be a Dao Companion.

"Divine Transformation Middle Stage? You, a human dared to swagger into my territory. Are you here to die?"

The black-clothed middle-aged man spoke first. He had a cold face, staring intently at Fang Hong.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly released the powerful aura of the Divine Transformation Late Stage, sweeping towards Fang Hong, trying to suppress Fang Hong with his cultivation pressure.

Unfortunately, his little bit of pressure was nothing more than a gentle breeze in Fang Hong’s eyes.

Fang Hong smiled, "I’m here to hunt you down."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Hong immediately took action.

He instantly displayed the Swift Wind Secret Technique, combining it with the power of the Swift Wind Wings, bringing his escape art to its extreme.

With a whoosh sound, Fang Hong transformed into a golden light, moving at extreme speed, and directly lunged towards the female sheep.

Fang Hong’s sudden move caught the two on the opposite side off guard.

By the time the black-clothed middle-aged man recovered, the beautiful woman beside him had already been abducted by Fang Hong, and her neck was tightly grasped by Fang Hong.

"My beloved wife."

"Let her go."

Seeing his Dao Companion in distress, the black-clothed middle-aged man instantly became furious, his face becoming incomparably ferocious.

"Ughhh."

The female sheep, whose neck was squeezed, instantly turned red, her eyes filled with terror. Her magical power, which was about to circulate, was firmly suppressed by an overbearing force.

Fang Hong completely ignored the black-clothed middle-aged man’s roar. His left hand shot out like lightning, striking the female sheep’s head with a palm.

With a muffled bang, a powerful palm force surged into her body, instantly shattering all her magical power.

The female sheep’s eyes rolled back, and her body slumped softly, completely losing all movement.

Fang Hong casually waved his hand, throwing her into the small house spiritual artifact, planning to slowly deal with her after he had dealt with the male sheep.

After all this, Fang Hong looked at the black-clothed middle-aged man with cold eyes.

"It’s your turn, demon king."

Roar.

Watching his beloved concubine suffer a cruel fate, the demon king completely erupted in rage.

He let out an angry roar, took out a black longsword, and with a heart full of fury, fiercely slashed at Fang Hong.

Facing this sharp sword strike, Fang Hong did not dodge or evade. He merely raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and seemingly casually clamped down on the blade.

Clang.

A crisp sound rang out. His sharp sword strike was firmly clamped by the opponent’s two fingers, unable to advance an inch further.

The demon king’s face was astonished. Suddenly, he felt an incomparably powerful brute force attack coming, directly snatching the treasured sword from his hand.

Immediately after, Fang Hong punched the demon king in the face.

Bang.

The fist and demon king’s cheek collided heavily, emitting a dull thud.

The demon king spewed blood and flew backward, crashing heavily into the snowy forest below, stirring up snow waves dozens of feet high and breaking many trees.

After a while, the demon king struggled to get up from the snow, his face completely deformed, blood flowing down his face, his heart filled with terror.

"This Human, he’s actually a Body Cultivator."

Fang Hong played with the black longsword in his hand. The blade was cold, and it was indeed a good low-grade spiritual treasure.

He smiled faintly, "This sword is good. I’ll gladly accept it."

After speaking, Fang Hong sucked the longsword into the fire cloud gourd and put it away. This black longsword was a low-grade spiritual treasure, which could be fed to his spiritual treasure.