Immortal of the Nine Realms

With a mere thought from the ninth-transformation Demonic Beast, a collection of crystal-clear jade bottles appeared on the table. The quantity was extremely large, totaling a full hundred bottles!

"Lords, inside these are ten catties of Primal Beginning Origin Milk. This is already the absolute limit of what I could obtain."

Just as the ninth-transformation Demonic Beast retrieved the Primal Beginning Origin Milk, Fang Chen sensed a faint ripple originating from Pifu Sand. It appeared that using Pifu Sand as a storage magical treasure was already prevalent among the Demonic Beasts during this era. Later, when the Human Race migrated to the Nine Realms, they continued this practice.

As his gaze fell upon those crystal-clear bottles, Fang Chen saw milky-white liquid flowing inside, appearing almost alive.

Fang Chen's thoughts stirred. A single bottle likely holds one tael, and there are a full hundred bottles... This is enough for a hundred fifth-transformation Sword Immortals to advance to sixth transformation or sixth-transformation True Immortals to advance to seventh transformation....

Only ninth-transformation Demonic Beasts of this specific era could so easily produce a full hundred portions of such an immortal medicine. Had it been the Nine Realms era, even a ninth-transformation True Immortal might not necessarily possess such grand resourcefulness.

Fang Ding glanced at the Primal Beginning Origin Milk and said to Fang Chen with a beaming smile, "Ancestor, is this amount sufficient? If it is not enough, we can have Pu Xun go back and find another way."

Hearing that, Pu Xun revealed a look of difficulty. He was also shocked by the title Fang Ding used to address Fang Chen. He subconsciously looked toward Fang Chen, a hint of fervor and a trace of hope appearing in his eyes.

According to what he knew, within the Xie Zhi Division, only individuals at the Three Limit Breaking Steps could be addressed as "Ancestor" by ninth-transformation immortals.

Could this person be a Three Limit Breaking Steps ancestor?

He quietly scrutinized Fang Chen, the doubt in his heart deepening. This man's appearance matched none of the ancestors he had heard of.

Who on earth is this person?

"On your end, is this ten catties of Primal Beginning Origin Milk truly the maximum you can obtain?"

Fang Chen smiled, stowing away the Primal Beginning Origin Milk on the table at the same time.

Pu Xun nodded hastily. "The amount I can obtain within the Demonic Beasts is indeed only this much. If I were to ask others for more, it would inevitably arouse suspicion and be noticed by the people of the Flame Race."

Fang Chen's smile widened. "It seems the Flame Race keeps a close eye on you all as well. Making this trip must not have been easy."

Pu Xun gave a bitter smile. "At present, we are all watched tightly by the Flame Race. Quite a few demons have already been completely subdued, counting on the Flame Race to bestow the Saint Canon upon them..."

After a bit of a chat, Fang Chen gradually gained a preliminary understanding of the current plight of the Demonic Beast. According to Pu Xun, the Demonic Beast Race was now split into two factions. One faction had completely submitted to the Flame Race, obeying their every command. They hoped that the Flame Race would bestow the Saint Canon upon them, allowing future generations of the Demonic Beast to attain the Saint Realm, thereby gaining a foothold in this Divine Realm and no longer serving as slave soldiers.

The other faction consisted of those like Pu Xun, who had long grown disheartened by how carelessly the Flame Race squandered their lives. They wished to break free from the Flame Race and find allies.

"Spoken thus, it has not been easy for your Demonic Beast either," Fang Chen lamented softly.

Fang Ding smiled. "Ancestor, our Human Race walked this exact path as well; we just happened to take these steps a few years ahead of them. Before our Human Race produced a Saint, our situation was actually even worse than that of the Demonic Beast."

Fang Chen roughly understood why Pu Xun chose the Human Race as an ally. Rumor had it that in the earliest times, the Human Race also served as slave soldiers. Because of this shared history, and with the Human Race currently locked in a fierce, ongoing war against the Flame Race for countless years, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. This logic applied everywhere.

For Demonic Beasts like Pu Xun who wanted a chance to break away from the Flame Race, collaborating with the Human Race was their only choice. There were no other options.

Fang Chen suddenly asked with a smile, "I am curious about something. Where did your Demonic Beast come from, and how did you end up as slave soldiers for the Flame Race?"

Pu Xun was stunned. He gave a bitter smile. "It is a long story... A natural disaster struck the home world of my race, and it was destroyed. We had no choice but to wander through the Qingming. By a stroke of luck, we arrived at the Divine Realm and encountered the Flame Race."

Fang Chen nodded noncommittally. "Then how long has it been since you arrived at the Divine Realm?"

Pu Xun sighed. "Roughly... ten thousand years... We had already spent an untold number of years on the road. If we were to calculate it carefully, it might be nearly a hundred thousand years since we left our homeland..."

Fang Chen believed only a small fraction of his words. For instance, the claim that the Demonic Beast had been in the Divine Realm for over ten thousand years was bound to be true, as anyone with a mind to check could easily verify it. As for whether they had spent eighty to ninety thousand years on the road, that remained to be determined.

Were he in Pu Xun's position, he wouldn't tell the whole truth either; otherwise, it would be easy for others to locate their old homeland and gain leverage over them.

Fang Chen was secretly astonished. Assuming for the moment that what he says is true, then this current era is nearly a million years earlier than the Nine Realms era...

How did an existence like Old Wang manage to remain alive and kicking in the Nine Realms after so many years, with his bone destinies scattered everywhere? The only plausible explanation was reincarnation. Only through continuous reincarnation could this be achieved. Otherwise, even Limit Breaking experts—perhaps even Saints—couldn't live for a million years.

Fang Chen was now almost certain that during the Nine Realms era, aside from Old Wang, there might be other human experts from the Nether Ruins era who were still alive.

It's just that I don't know how these human big shots are currently doing. Are they unable to show themselves, or have they already appeared but are concealing their past, or perhaps they are lying low somewhere? What they truly dread is probably not the Demonic Beast Race... Old Master, Daoist Yun He, Azure Lightning God Beast, and Twilight Solar God Beast ... could they be existences from this era?

Fang Chen asked suddenly, "Puxun, has your race produced any Limit Breaking experts yet?"

Puxun was surprised by the question, as the strength of the Demonic Beasts was hardly a secret.

Fang Ding smiled and answered on his behalf, "Ancestor, from the beginning, the Demonic Beasts have had three Limit Breaking cultivators. They are still alive today and possess quite remarkable strength. Two are likely at the first step, while one is at the second step. If not for these three, they never would have reached the Divine Realm, and the Flame Race wouldn't have given them the time of day. They would have been used as cannon fodder and wiped out long ago."

Fang Chen understood. The Dao Seeking Sect has three Half-Step Heavenly Daos...

The Demonic Beasts lacked the methods of the Saint Canon. Their so-called Limit Breaking was inevitably the Half-Step Heavenly Dao of the Nine Realms era. It seemed that Half-Step Heavenly Daos also varied in strength, aligning with the Three Limit Breaking Steps here.

"However, their cultivation methods are too primitive. The second step of Limit Breaking is their absolute limit. To reach the third step, or even the Half Saint realm, depends entirely on whether the Flame Race is willing to nurture them." Fang Ding chuckled. "Even if the Flame Race were willing, given the Demonic Beasts' current foundations, it would take at least a hundred thousand years to potentially produce a single Half Saint. As for becoming a Saint, I'd say seven or eight hundred thousand years is a safe bet."

He paused, glancing at Puxun with a faint, knowing smile. "The real question is whether your race, serving as slave soldiers for the Flame Race, can even survive those seven or eight hundred thousand years without going extinct."

Fang Chen murmured to himself, "It takes that long just to produce one Saint?"

Puxun wore a bitter smile, a flicker of despair appearing in his eyes.

Fang Ding added nonchalantly, "Currently, they don't possess a single Supreme Bone. Their racial aptitude and talent are extremely low, so naturally, becoming a Saint is difficult."

A glint flashed in Fang Chen's eyes. Supreme Bone?