Immortal of the Nine Realms

Fang Chen stayed in the Saint Tower for a full century before being eliminated.

Looking at the text indicating one hundred years on the stone tablet, everyone secretly felt that Ancestor Chen’s methods were indeed extraordinary. Every time he entered the Saint Tower, he stayed a little longer. However, compared to Fang Han’s record back then, one hundred years was truly nothing to speak of.

”I have reached the limit of the sixth transformation. The next step is the seventh transformation Ancient Immortal, but the problem is that they hadn’t found any of the immortal herbs yet. It seems the remaining spiritual herbs should all be within the Nine Realms. After all, this method of Dao originated from the Nine Realms...”

Fang Chen could not help but feel it was a bit of a pity.

The moment he exited the Saint Tower, he called for Fang Ding to inquire about the spiritual herbs. The news he received, however, was that although the Fang Clan had utilized resources from all sides and even made inquiries with the other Alliances, they had failed to find any of the three spiritual herbs Fang Chen had mentioned. They could not even find anything similar.

As things stood, even if these three spiritual herbs truly existed within the Divine Realm, they were highly unlikely to be in the Nether Ruins, let alone the neighboring territories. In that case, it would be better to return to the Nine Realms and let the Mirror of the Universe help pinpoint the locations of the spiritual herbs.

”Seems it’s time to go back,” murmured Fang Chen.

He then stood up and walked out of the small courtyard, intending to find Fang Ding and the others to bid them farewell.

At that moment, he felt the ground shake terribly. The entire Inner Domain seemed to violetly quack.

Countless divine ability experts of the Fang Clan tore through the sky and rose into the air, staring in all directions with astonishment and uncertainty.

In the void, one Xie Zhi Gate after another opened, and Fang Qianxue and the others walked out in succession, their expressions incredibly solemn.

”Ancestor Chen.”

Fang Ding also arrived through the air. He bowed toward Fang Chen and then glared coldly at the void. ”Someone is attacking the Inner Domain.”

Fang Chen’s gaze turned grave. ”Attacking the Inner Domain?”

The Inner Domain had naturally become much more solid ever since Fang Lie broke through the Saint Realm. This meant that the attacker was at least a Saint.

Could it be Saint Jinyang? Or Saint Zangxue?

He felt that neither of those two was likely. Back then, they had been frightened away by the Eight Desolation Supreme Sword Scripture. There was no reason for them to come knocking again to humiliate themselves.

As the shaking grew more violent, countless divine ability experts of the Fang Clan gathered. There were Limit Breaking experts, Nine Transformations experts, and cultivators of the Three Foundation Realms.

Fang Chen had not seen Fang Han in a century, yet even he appeared this time. He seemed to have already entered the seventh transformation.

Fang Han’s talent is outstanding. The Limit Breaking Realm shouldn’t pose much of a problem for him in the future.

At that moment, Fang Cangyou appeared before everyone, pushing his wheelchair. ”What the hell!”

While cursing profusely, he stared fixedly at a section of the void ahead.

That section of the void seemed to ripple with waves. In the faint blur, a magnificent portal could be seen standing behind the ripples. Countless indistinct figures stood upon the portal, looking at everyone.

Fang Chen was surprised. ”Is this also an Inner Domain?”

So battles between Inner Domains were literally conducted through Inner Domains facing Inner Domains.

Fang Qianxue and the others came to Fang Cangyou’s side, asking with grave expressions.

”Brother, are Saint Jinyang and the others unwilling to give up, or is a Saint from the Flame Race making a move against the Fang Clan?”

Fang Cangyou shook his head. ”I don’t know, but it shouldn’t be Saint Jinyang and his group. They don’t have the guts to attack our Inner Domain. That would be courting death. As for the Flame Race’s side, the probability isn’t high either. In a one-on-one fight, which Saint of the Flame Race truly has the confidence to suppress the Old Master?”

Everyone’s expressions grew increasingly solemn.

Since it was neither Saint Jinyang’s group nor the Flame Race, could it be another foreign clan?

The only current adversary of the Human Race was the Flame Race. They had not offended any other foreign clans, and the same applied to the Fang Clan.

While everyone was pondering, Fang Lie’s figure appeared out of thin air. He stood in front of the crowd, looking far ahead at the magnificent portal behind the water-like ripples.

Fang Cangyou asked curiously, ”Old Master, has an enemy of yours come?”

”It is the Asura Race.”

Fang Lie’s expression was more solemn than ever before. He then spoke coldly, ”All of you shut your mouths later and do not make a sound. I will speak with the opposing party and see what they intend to do.”

Horror gripped everyone’s faces.

”The Asura Race!?”

Fang Chen’s expression shifted. He had not spent his time in Xie Zhi in vain.

Whenever he had free time, he studied ancient records—texts that ordinary mortals and even most cultivators had no access to. Those books contained detailed records of numerous foreign races known to the human race, including the Asura Race.

The Asura Race’s foundation wasn’t just stronger than the human race’s. It surpassed even the Flame Race by a large margin. Under their command alone, there were more than thirty branches of slave soldiers.

What kind of concept was that? As powerful as the Flame Race was, the only slave soldiers they currently controlled were the demonic beasts. For the Asura Race to control so many slave soldiers, it proved that they were constantly waging internal wars, while externally conducting non-stop conquests. Many of those slave soldiers, just like the Nine Realms, had been forcibly discovered within the Qingming and enslaved by the Asura Clan.

”Compared to the Asura Race, both the human race and the Flame Race are far too weak. The resources on the territories of both races simply do not catch their eye. Furthermore, due to the vast distance, they have never stirred up trouble. But why is it like this now?”

While Fang Chen was deep in thought, Fang Lie had already waved his sleeve, directly opening a gap in the Inner Domain.

In just an instant, a passage seemed to appear between the two Inner Domains. The blurry image also became clear.

Within the magnificent portal on the opposite side stood hundreds of thousands of figures. Whether male or female, young or old, they all had red hair. They were all extremely handsome and beautiful. Their entire being radiated an alluring, almost demonic charm.

In front of this group of the Asura Race stood a young Asura. Just moments ago, it was this young Asura who had been casting spells without pause, striking their Inner Domain so hard that it kept trembling.

Now that Fang Lie had opened the portal, the opposing party stopped attacking. His gaze lightly swept across Fang Lie. He then glanced at everything behind Fang Lie, and contempt appeared in his eyes.

”Saint Fang Lie of the Human Race?”

Fang Lie cupped his fists and smiled. ”Precisely. And you are?”

Saint Fatian spoke indifferently, ”Asura Race, Saint Fatian.”

”Saint Fatian?”

Everyone’s minds stirred slightly. They had never heard of that Saint’s name, mainly because the Human Race’s understanding of the Asura Race was very one-sided and shallow. After all, the two sides had virtually no interactions.

Fang Lie nodded. ”For what purpose have you come today?”

”I heard that within the mere human race, someone has ascended to sainthood through a sword divine ability.”

Saint Fatian spoke indifferently, ”There are thousands upon thousands of divine abilities in the world, yet sword divine abilities are few and far between. I believe this divine ability is the emperor among divine abilities, and anyone who can comprehend it must be a peerless genius. Within the grand Asura Race, I am the only one who has achieved sainthood through this divine ability. Learning that the tiny human race actually has someone just like me, I specially came to see if it is true or false.”

Everyone was dumbfounded. After all that, the opposing party had come to challenge Fang Lie rather than to seek revenge?

However, instead of relaxing, their hearts grew even more tense. A challenge between Saints might be far more troublesome than a vendetta. For the latter, there was a bit of wiggle room to work things out, but there was always a clear winner and loser in a challenge.