Immortal of the Nine Realms

"Saint Fang, I was wrong, do not kill me!"

Old Ghost Xu, being a Limit Breaking expert, had gloriously held out until now. He shouted in terror, admitting his mistake. But the moment be said that, the sword momentum seemed to have grown eyes, sweeping across his neck.

Old Ghost Xu's head fell from the high sky, immortal blood splashing. Scenes like that and such wails rose and fell one after another.

Fang Chen, however, was paying attention to where their souls were going. He saw that for every divinity expert who died, their soul would be taken away by black and white figures within a split second.

That kind of efficiency was far greater than during the Nine Realms Era by an unknown margin.

Fang Chen sighed inwardly. "The current Soul Race is clearly in a period of prosperity. No, even during the Nine Realms Era, the Soul Race of the Divine Realm was probably also in a period of prosperity. What declined was merely the Nine Realms."

Just from that point alone, one could imagine how efficiently the Soul Race of the Underworld operated. Whenever a living being died, their soul probably had no chance to stay in the Mortal Realm for long. They would be captured and taken to the Underworld in the blink of an eye.

Whether they would enter reincarnation next or become part of the Soul Race was a story for later. At the very least, the Mortal Realm was kept completely clean, without any lonely souls or wild ghosts.

An unknown amount of time passed.

The clouds and mists from all directions had already dispersed.

In the void, apart from the three Saints, there were no other figures. Even the flying birds did not dare to fly across this place at this moment.

Saint Wandao sighed helplessly. "This sword of yours... what is it called?"

Fang Lie cupped his fist and said, "Eight Desolation Supreme Sword."

"Eight Desolation Supreme Sword..."

Everyone revealed a look of yearning. If they could be taught this divine ability, they might also be able to transform into peerless experts!

"Just after ascending to the Saint position, you were able to drive away Jinyang and Luoxue with a single sword strike. Your methods... have exceeded our imagination. This also proves that we were not wrong to protect you. Having killed these guys, you have vented your anger, and we have also expressed our attitude. In the future, do not use this sword lightly."

After Saint Wandao finished speaking, he waved his sleeve, turned around and left, disappearing into the void in an instant.

"I shall also take my leave first. With my identity, appearing here today has likely already drawn the dissatisfaction of quite a few people."

After Wangqing conversed briefly with Fang Lie, he bid his farewell and departed.

At the same time, the Half Saints on the Chaoxian Tower also led their subordinates away one after another. Since they had already witnessed the ceremony, their goal for today was achieved, and there was no need to linger here for long.

Fang Cangyue smiled at Fang Cangyou. "I am leaving as well."

Fang Cangyou frowned. "Aren't you going to wait for the Old Master?"

"The paths of humans and ghosts are different. It is not suitable for me to stay in the Mortal Realm for long."

After saying that, the figures of Fang Cangyue and her subordinates gradually dissipated.

Dissipating along with them were also the one hundred thousand Soul Race within Zanglong City

Fang Cangyou sighed softly, then muttered, "It's a pity we couldn't capture Zangxue this time."

The expressions of the Fang Clan members turned slightly strange.

Fang Qianxue sighed softly and did not say much.

Fang Cangyou also seemed to notice that this sentence was not quite right, so he smiled at Fang Qianxue and said, "I am just angry at Zangxue; I am not angry at you."

Fang Qianxue nodded. "I know."

Right after, Fang Lie slowly landed on the Chaoxian Tower. Everyone present, including the Half Saints of various factions, bowed respectfully.

Fang Lie gave a few instructions, then separately took the present Half Saints together into the Xie Zhi Gate, clearly bringing them to Xie Zhi.

Fang Cangyou smiled faintly. "If you all do not mind, why not come and sit in our Xie Zhi as well? To celebrate our clan producing a Saint, our clan's Saint Tower can be opened for everyone, free of charge."

Everyone immediately accepted with smiles and followed the experts of the Fang Clan toward Xie Zhi.

***

Xie Zhi. The small courtyard where Fang Chen resided.

Wang Chongsong asked with some curiosity, "Fang Han, why didn't you go to the Saint Tower? I saw that many people went in this time."

Fang Han smiled. "I have reached my limit. Going into the Saint Tower again would be of no benefit. I need to cultivate steadily for a period of time first."

"He just came out of the Saint Tower not long ago. How could he just go back in right after coming out?"

Fang Chen poured a cup of tea for each of Wang Chongsong and Fang Han.

Wang Chongsong paused just as he was about to drink his tea, asked in curiosity, "Old Fang, I heard that your bloodline purity is comparable to the Third Generation Ancestor. What exactly is your identity within the Fang Clan?"

Fang Han also looked toward Fang Chen with a curious gaze. Fang Chen smiled. "You're always so well-informed, so you should know that my memory has some gaps, right? I wanted to ask you instead, what exactly am I? I wonder if your Inspection Division has any records of it?"

"If there were, would I still need to ask you?" Wang Chongsong curled his lip, then lowered his voice with a hint of excitement. "This divinity ability, the Eight Desolation Supreme Sword Scripture, is there any chance for outsiders to be taught it?"

"Brother Wang, you mustn't have such thoughts. Unless you can acknowledge Saint Fang as your master, how could such an ability be taught to you?" Fang Han shook his head repeatedly. "Even among our own people, there might not be anyone who can obtain this inheritance."

Fang Chen nodded. "Indeed."

The three of them chatted while drinking tea. As they drank, Fang Ding also brought a few ninth-transformation experts to the door. Seeing the gathering, they joined them for tea and discussed the Dao, sharing rumors from the Nether Ruins and unusual stories about foreign races.

Fang Cangyou suddenly pushed his wheelchair in. "You guys are drinking?"

Everyone immediately stood up, their hearts filled with uncertainty.

Wang Chongsong was terrified.

Why did the Second Generation ancestor of the Fang Clan suddenly come here?

"You guys carry on. I'm here to find Fang Chen," said Fang Cangyou.

He turned to Fang Chen. "Come, take a trip with me. The Old Master wants to see you."

Waving his hand, Fang Cangyou turned around and left. Seeing that, Fang Chen apologized to everyone and then quickly followed.

Everyone was shocked. Saint Fang wanted to see this guy!?

Wang Chongsong sighed inwardly. I knew his identity was extraordinary. Third Generation Ancestor... Could he perhaps be a direct bloodline descendant of Saint Fang?

***

It was a grand and magnificent hall. Although Fang Chen had been staying in Xie Zhi all these years, he had never approached this hall.

Whenever he attempted to draw near, someone would stop him. Whether the hall was opened or not depended on Fang Lie.

Now, following Fang Cangyou, Fang Chen arrived in the hall unimpeded.

Fang Lie was standing in the center of the hall, casually playing with a miniature black tower. It was unknown what kind of material the miniature black tower was crafted from. It looked terrifyingly black, as if it would completely absorb all light.

Fang Chen's mind stirred slightly. Eighteen Heavens Prison Tower? Is he going to abide by the promise of the Reincarnation Immortal Sect and return it to me?

Fang Lie looked toward Fang Chen and spoke with a smile. "You're here. For someone from our Fang family to be favored by the Reincarnation Immortal Sect is considered a stroke of good fortune. According to the rules, I will not ask about your background, nor will I ask you about things unrelated to this place."

Rules?

Fang Chen was slightly startled. He had never heard of such a rule.

"This tower has already suppressed one hundred thousand souls. Take it back and refine it slowly. They are all top-tier experts. Although their souls are incomplete and their cultivation bases have dropped somewhat, they make up for it with their considerable numbers. Using them as cannon fodder is more than enough."

Fang Lie tossed the tower to Fang Chen and smiled faintly.

Fang Chen was slightly startled. One hundred thousand souls? Could it be the group of experts whom he had just killed? But I saw those return to the Underworld?