Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

In the Void World, the gigantic figure of a Kunpeng appeared, almost becoming real. If it weren’t for Wang Tai seeing it with his own eyes, he would have thought a Kunpeng from legend was in front of him.

In contrast, his Ancestral Emperor’s True Body was merely a phantom, blatantly fake.

Clearly, his cultivation of the Ancestral Emperor’s True Body was only at a beginner level, far from Wei Fan’s Great Success Realm.

"Quick, dodge! This beast’s Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body has already achieved Great Success."

Wang Chuan Sect in the distance shouted, his expression ugly, quickly rushing over.

Wang Tai didn’t know about the martial art of the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body, but he knew it was an extremely terrifying martial art, its intricacies surpassing Wang Family’s Martial Emperor Technique.

Moreover, the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body was a cultivation technique that simultaneously refined the physical body and Primordial Spirit. With Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit Cultivation reaching the Dharma Realm, Wang Tai was already in danger.

"Now you think to dodge?"

Wei Fan moved like lightning, his wings vibrating. Before Wang Tai could react, he had already approached him. The Kunpeng Wings, formed by Dao patterns and Dao power, sliced through like a Celestial Saber.

Dao patterns glowed, flowing with astounding Dao Yun, sounding the Kunpeng Dao. In an instant, there was only a flash of golden light between Heaven and Earth, and the Ancestral Emperor’s phantom outside Wang Tai’s body was cut open, the fierce aura pressing directly towards his Heart Spirit.

The one who had overcome his Heart Demon once again revealed a look of fear, his whole body trembling.

A spray of blood erupted, hot blood splattered, a massive gash appeared on Wang Tai’s chest, the bones were cut open, exposing the internal organs.

"You dare hurt him, I will grind you to dust!"

Wang Chuan Sect’s face was full of killing intent, sending out a terrifying hand to kill Wei Fan.

"I’m afraid you don’t have the skill!"

Wei Fan, with a thought, contracted the True Body of the Kunpeng, transforming into normal size, entangling with Wang Tai. For Wang Chuan Sect to kill him, he would have to kill Wang Tai as well.

The speed of the True Body of the Kunpeng was at the extreme; even short-distance movements were like lightning. Even if Wang Tai fought desperately, drawing more Dao power, it was useless. Blood continued to splatter, and after a few breaths, Wang Tai’s Ancestral Emperor’s True Body had been shattered by Wei Fan, revealing his scarred and broken body.

"Boom!"

Wang Chuan Sect extended a massive finger, but Wei Fan grabbed Wang Tai, using him as a meat shield, forcing Wang Chuan Sect to withdraw his power.

"Make a move! Aren’t you a Great Saint? Didn’t you come to kill me?"

Wei Fan’s hair fluttered wildly, retracting part of the True Body of the Kunpeng, leaving only wings full of Dao patterns.

In his hand, Wang Tai was like a dead dog, covered in crisscrossed wounds, his spirit withered, nowhere near the confident state when he first arrived.

"Impossible...this is impossible. How could your Primordial Spirit Cultivation reach the Dharma Realm in less than three months?"

Wang Tai was still in shock. Body Refining Cultivation, as long as the talent was stunning enough, breaking through to Nourishing Spirit in two or three months was understandable.

But the cultivation of Condensing Dao was not something achieved overnight; not even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors had such quick cultivation speed.

"Let Wang Tai go, and I will give you a quick death, not implicating those related to you. If anything happens to him, the Wang Family will wipe out all your friends."

Wang Chuan Sect’s face was full of murderous intent, his heart equally shaken. Wei Fan’s terrifying talent similarly shocked him.

In less than three months, Wei Fan had broken through both body refining and Primordial Spirit, but the crux was, in that time, Wei Fan had also cultivated the formidable Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body to Great Success. It was indescribable.

It might even be that Wei Fan took only a few days to cultivate the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body, given that he had only been in the Holy City for over ten days.

To cultivate a top-ten-ranked technique like the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body to Great Success in just a few days was something ordinary people would not dare to imagine. Yet, Wei Fan did it effortlessly. If not for the requirement of Martial Emperor Cultivation to achieve Perfection with the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Body, Wei Fan would have already achieved it.

Such a person must die. Missing today would certainly mean death for the Wang Family. Even if he couldn’t save Wang Tai, he had made up his mind not to let Wei Fan go.

"Threaten me?"

Cold light flickered in Wei Fan’s eyes. With a slap, he smashed half of Wang Tai’s body, leaving only the upper part of his chest held in his hand.

"Uncle, save me..."

Wang Tai cried out in agony, his expression full of terror, pleading with Wang Chuan Sect. He knew that if Wei Fan couldn’t survive, he wouldn’t either.

At this moment, he deeply regretted trying to kill Wei Fan single-handedly. If he had let Wang Chuan Sect kill Wei Fan directly, he wouldn’t be dying because he had already seen the ruthless look in Wang Chuan Sect’s eyes.

"Don’t blame your uncle for being ruthless. You saw his demonic nature. If he doesn’t die today, all the Wang Family will die in the future!"

Wang Chuan Sect was very decisive, immediately resolute in his decision to kill both Wei Fan and Wang Tai.

"Boom!"

He punched out, and countless chains of order appeared, the Great Dao resonating, terrifying pressure pressing down on Wei Fan and Wang Tai from all directions.

"Tough guy, but have you ever thought about why I’m not hiding?"

He clawed with five fingers, crushing Wang Tai’s head on the spot. A Dao appeared, piercing through the real world and the Void World, exploding with a bang.

[Killed Wang Tai, gained 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 4,000 years of Martial Saint’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 8.76 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 7,500 years]

"Such a powerhouse at the peak of the Great Saint Realm is still an existence I cannot contend with!"

Feeling the aura of Wang Chuan Sect, Wei Fan knew that without the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell, he could only be smashed to death by Wang Chuan Sect’s punch.

With a thought, a golden light surged from his body, accompanied by the sounds of dragon roars and tiger cries.

"Dang!"

With a dull bell sound, Wang Chuan Sect’s pupils contracted violently. Staring intently, he saw that his unleashed punch was unexpectedly dispersed by the golden light surging from Wei Fan’s body.

"Because he has something from the Martial Emperor Clan on him, he’s not afraid of being killed by a Great Saint Powerhouse..."

This thought arose in his mind, realizing why Wei Fan didn’t hide despite knowing Shi Yun had already colluded with the Wang Family, because he was not afraid of the so-called Great Saint Powerhouses at all.

A massive golden bell swelled against the wind, with images of tigers roaring, dragons soaring, and all spirits worshiping on it.

"Wang Yuan? Wang Jin Yao?"

Among those shadows, he discovered that he even saw the three deceased Wang Family Martial Saints. Although they were just blurry figures, that aura was unmistakable—indeed, they belonged to his Wang Family.

Apart from these three Wang Family members, he even saw the Eastern Domain Array Grandmaster Yin Tianshou, along with Yin Tianshou’s son, and the recently rumored Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon that Wei Fan had taken out, as well as the Heaven-Shaking Saint Ape.

Basically, those he knew or heard were slain by Wei Fan, both people and Demon Fiends, their shadows appeared on this Great Golden Bell.

He even saw Wang Tai, who was just killed by Wei Fan moments ago, whose shadow slowly appeared on this bell, making a worshiping gesture.

"What the hell is this thing..."

Wang Chuanxuan felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, never having witnessed something so bizarre, a wave of fear surging in his heart, forgetting to even make a move.

He confirmed it was indeed Wang Tai, even though it was indistinct, Wang Tai’s aura still lingered in the world, he couldn’t have discerned wrongly.

"Dang..."

Just as Wang Chuan Sect was in bewilderment, another powerful bell sound echoed, the bell waves transforming into golden ripples spreading out.

"Not good!"

Wang Chuan Sect reacted, his expression changed drastically, unleashing a palm while simultaneously running backward explosively.

Behind him, the Great Dao roared, the chains of order emitted dazzling divine light, but it was utterly useless, the terrifying bell sound instantly shattered his emitted Palm Force, fragmented space, the Great Dao he summoned vanished in sheets, the chains of order broke, the sound waves engulfed his body.

Wang Chuan Sect’s eyes flared in cold light, feeling as if his Primordial Spirit was about to crack, a sense of impending catastrophe looming over him.

"Boom..."

However, before he could respond, the bell wave ripples before his eyes transformed into a raging sea of thunder, with no such thing as Great Saint Cultivation or ten thousand feet tall Dao roots existing.

The violent and overbearing purple thunder instantly penetrated the protective Dao Power, breached his Great Saint body, his flesh burned away.

In almost a split second, Wang Chuan Sect’s body became riddled with holes, entwined by countless purple lightning bolts.

"Even if it’s an Emperor’s Soldier or Imperial Soldiers, how can he exert such tremendous power..."

In his last moment, this thought crossed his mind, even if this mysterious golden bell on Wei Fan was an Emperor’s Soldier, it shouldn’t be able to unleash the Emperor’s Soldier’s might to this extent.

Moreover, looking at Wei Fan, it seemed he was not exerting any effort at all, as if it wasn’t his power driving the golden bell.

But this question was doomed to remain unanswered, as this thought arose, both his physical body and Primordial Spirit turned to dust, his form and spirit completely extinguished.

Even a powerhouse at the pinnacle of the Great Saint Realm like him, distinguishable from Yin Tianshou by little, faced instantaneous death under the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell.

"Perhaps only the Martial Emperor can withstand the power of the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell."

With the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell above his head, Wei Fan vibrated the Kunpeng Wings on his back, as Dao Patterns flashed beneath his feet, immediately transforming into a stream of light and rushing into the distance.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, the ten-thousand-feet-tall Dao of Wang Chuan Sect manifested, piercing through both the Void World and the real world.

Many of the sequestered Heaven and Earth Daos reappeared, interweaving with Wang Chuan Sect’s Dao, the tentacles almost transforming into Chains of Order.

"Boom, boom..."

As the master perished, the ten-thousand-feet-tall Dao of Wang Chuan Sect could no longer be maintained, the tentacles entwining with the Heaven and Earth Dao fractured in sheets, and the Dao began to destabilize, reaching the brink of collapse.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A few breaths later, the ten-thousand-feet-tall Great Dao shattered, the destructive power radiated through both the Void World and the real world.

The earth quaked as if it were the apocalypse, countless mountains instantly turned into powder and were flattened, Wutong Ridge was completely erased from the face of the earth, and huge cracks appeared in the sky spanning hundreds of miles.

Simultaneously, the reverberation of the Dao Collapse spread through heaven and earth, essence qi vanished, the Great Dao recluded and became untouchable, turning the surrounding heaven and earth into a world of no law, devoid of Martial Dao in an instant.

Thousands of miles away, countless martial artists in Shuiyun City took to the skies in horror, fleeing this region.

"In the direction of Wutong Ridge, a Great Saint Powerhouse has fallen, wasn’t Wei Fan there to kill the Golden-winged Sparrow Mother? Why does it appear like a Great Saint has fallen."

Some looked back in terror towards Wutong Ridge thousands of miles away, seeing the ten-thousand-feet-tall Dao still in collapse, the world seeming as if it were the end of days.