After resting in the Primitive Bone Palace for a day, the group of messengers from the Divine Palace set off for the Pure Land again. However, the atmosphere in the human world had become very strange. Although Fang Xing had always been unreliable and troublesome, the Divine Prince of the Night Clan had been trying his best to tolerate him. However, after being tricked in the Hundred Break Mountain, he was obviously resentful towards Fang Xing. Even when he occasionally glanced at Fang Xing, he did not hide the murderous intent in his heart anymore. Fang Xing, on the other hand, had become much more well-behaved. He did not cause any trouble along the way. Instead, he often pondered.
Everything that had happened in the Hundred Break Mountain had gone very smoothly. The result was even better than what Fang Xing had imagined.
However, through this series of events, Fang Xing began to seriously consider the comparison between his strength and that of others.
In times of chaos, strength was still the most important.
With strength, he could continue to do whatever he wanted. What couldn't he do?
Without strength, he could only take risks. It was like walking on thin ice. It was not a pleasant thing.
He had also thought about it. He was not weak at the moment. If he had been in the cultivation world in the past, he would have been one of the top masters in the world. In terms of cultivation, he was in the third stage of the Tribulation Passing, second only to the Patriarchs of the ancient families in the Divine Prefecture. In terms of magic treasures, he had the Divine Palace given to him by the Divine Master and the Great Buddha Formation, which were comparable to celestial treasures. In terms of fighting skills, he not only had a Celestial Infant, but also a Demon Body. If he used his full strength, it would be like fighting two against one, which was really troublesome.
However, his strength was not outstanding in the current Tianyuan Realm.
Not to mention the Divine King, he might not even be able to deal with the Little Saints of the Shen Clan.
The strength of the Divine Prince of the Night Clan was somewhat unfathomable. He had already seen the ferocious power of the White Bone Saint. He could only be beaten up by the White Bone Saint. However, the Divine Prince of the Night Clan was able to fight with the White Bone Saint and escape unscathed. It seemed that even if he was not a match for the White Bone Saint, he was not much weaker. From this point of view, the Night Owl was indeed much stronger than him. He was at least in the seventh or ninth stage of the Tribulation Passing. If he did not have the Divine Palace and the Great Buddha Formation to protect him, he would not be able to last more than a few rounds …
The other Little Saints were not simple either.
When he was at the Worship Zen Mountain, he had beaten up Fu Shanzi, but that was a sneak attack. If they were to fight for real, even if Fu Shanzi couldn't defeat him, he could at least exchange a few moves with him. Cang Lan Sea's Fourth Prince Ao Kuang and Young Divine King Ao Gu were both from Heaven Origin, but their bloodlines weren't ordinary and their strength was extremely terrifying. Currently, if he were to fight with them, the odds of winning would be fifty-fifty.
The successor of the Small Immortal Realm, Ominous Dao, was also an existence that Fang Xing was extremely wary of.
This person had once received the Energy Shifter Spell from the 12 Realm Lords of the Small Immortal Realm, which meant that the 12 old cultivators who had passed the Tribulation had imparted their cultivation to him. In terms of cultivation and foundation, Fang Xing even felt that this person was the strongest among the 10 Divine Palace Little Saints, apart from the Divine Son of the Night Clan. However, because this person was from the Small Immortal Realm, he was naturally inferior to the God Clan and didn't have much confidence. Therefore, Fang Xing had always looked down on him. Even when Fang Xing teased him, he didn't take it seriously.
As for the other Little Saints, regardless of their strength, they couldn't be underestimated. However, Fang Xing wasn't afraid of them.
This was especially so for the successor of the Nether Clan, Taiyuan. He was originally much stronger than Fang Xing, but his cultivation was half-crippled after he was shot by Cliff Master Qiu Xin in the North Sea. Now, he was probably the weakest among all the Little Saints. Fang Xing could almost kill him with a raise of his hand …
"Now, if I want to improve my strength again, there are only three ways!"
Fang Xing kept thinking about this question along the way. "Either I strengthen my foundation and go through the Lightning Tribulation again! Originally, after each Lightning Tribulation, there would be a period of seven to eight hundred years. The Lightning Tribulation wouldn't look for me again. If I was careful and cultivated in seclusion more, I could even extend this period to as long as a thousand years. However, if I want to improve my strength, I have to take the initiative to go through the Lightning Tribulation. As long as I don't die after the Lightning Tribulation, my cultivation will increase greatly!
"It's a pity that I just went through the Lightning Tribulation not long ago. I don't have enough foundation. If I go through the Lightning Tribulation again, I might not be able to pass it smoothly. If I use the God Slaying Dharma to kill and accumulate sins to strengthen my foundation, the number of people I have to kill will be endless. Ten thousand? Or a hundred thousand? I might not even have enough to kill until my hands are tired! However, if I slowly accumulate sins, it will take a lot of time. I'm so busy now that I don't have time to slowly accumulate sins. Therefore, I can only take it one step at a time. It's best if I can find the Supreme Scripture and then make plans!
"The second way is to continue cultivating the Immortal Infant and Demonic Soul!"
Fang Xing continued to think. "Uncle Eleven used his life's work to help me deduce this unique cultivation method. If I can cultivate it to the extreme and combine the two souls, my combat strength will reach the peak of the realm. Even if my cultivation won't increase by too much, my strength will increase by leaps and bounds. I might not be invincible among my peers, hehe, I might even be able to exchange blows with people who are a whole realm above me …"
"The third way is this Celestial Palace!"
"The Celestial Palace is a Small World. It can no longer be described as a magic treasure. It's a kind of foundation to settle down. Even in the Great Celestial Realm, where all the Celestials gather, there aren't many who have the ability to refine this thing. Think about the Great Golden Crow, because he obtained the Small World in the Captive Cliff of the North Sea. Now, he's almost ascended to the heavens. If I really face him, I'm afraid I'm no match for him. Refining the Small World to increase its power is also a way. However, strengthening the Small World is too difficult. It's not something that can be done easily!"
"To strengthen the Small World, I have to improve the power of the Core Formation of the Small World. I'm not worried about this. I've already started to refine the Buddha Formation into the Small World. When I succeed, the power of the Small World will increase by at least ten times. The second way is to strengthen the space of the Small World. The bigger the space, the more powerful the Small World will be. However, this is extremely difficult!"
The minor world was the product of refining treasures, talismans, and spell formations that had reached the pinnacle. Using the method of refining magical treasures to refine the void, and then using the technique of talismans to ensure its stability, as well as the completeness of the rules of heaven and earth, it was extremely complicated. Ordinary cultivators simply could not do it. For example, Fang Xing wanted to cut off a part of the void and bring it into the divine palace. With his cultivation, he could do it. However, if he wanted to increase the space and then maintain its stability, he could only use immortal gold to refine the sky-reaching pillar of the minor world.
The Master God was thoughtful. He ordered the Immortal God King and the Ninth Serenity God King to compensate him with two hundred immortal gold each. However, even if he used all of them, it would only be enough for him to expand the Small World by a few hundred meters. Moreover, he couldn't do it himself. He had to find some cultivators who specialized in this technique!
All in all, the strength of a cultivator depended on three aspects: cultivation, combat power, and magic treasure.
The path of Tribulation Transcendence was based on Fang Xing's cultivation. The number of tribulations he could overcome would be the number of tribulations he would have.
As for combat power, it was the use of all the supernatural powers and martial arts, the exertion of one's own strength, and so on.
The magic treasure was even simpler. It was his own weapon!
The three paths that Fang Xing had taken shape. It seemed that there were many choices, but in fact, they were all limited.
After all, at his cultivation realm, every single step forward was extremely difficult, so how could it be easy?
What he could do now was to refine the Buddha Formation into the Celestial Palace while continuing to comprehend the Supreme Dao-Seeking Scripture.
The Supreme Dao-Seeking Scripture was a mystical scripture. The more he comprehended it, the more inspiration he would have when fighting with others.
"I've finally arrived at the Pure Land!"
Just like that, he cultivated along the serene water for four to five days. Finally, he arrived at the edge of the Demon Abyss. Looking forward, the dark clouds that had existed in the sky all year round seemed to have been cut open, revealing the clear and bright sky. The serene water entered the sea here. On the seaside a few hundred miles away, there were several strange peaks. On one of the peaks, there was a black iron platform. It was simple and heavy. Now, on the black platform, there were several people standing against the wind. They looked over from afar. Behind them was a flag with the words "Immortal Alliance" written on it.
One of the four prefectures of Tianyuan, the Western Ox Prefecture. He had finally arrived at the Pure Land.
It was strange that Fang Xing had traveled all over Tianyuan for many years. He had been to many places, but it was his first time to come to the Pure Land!
"This trip to the Pure Land is of great significance. All Saints, please be careful with your words and actions. Don't disgrace the dignity of the Divine Court!"
At this moment, a grey-robed old servant stood up and solemnly saluted the Minor Saints, representing the Divine Master to speak. The other Minor Saints dared not to be careless at this moment, including the Divine Son of the Night Race. All of them stood up and bowed in acknowledgement. After that, they tidied up their clothes and stood on the cloud. The tent beside them was also erected with a big flag fluttering in the wind.
"The emissary of the Divine Court has arrived!"
The grey-robed old servant stood on the cloud and shouted loudly. His voice spread far and wide.
"Welcome!"
A sonorous shout rang out from the black platform in the distance. A black-robed old man standing on the platform waved his sleeve, and all the clouds in the surrounding heavens gathered together, forming a soft path that stretched for three hundred miles. One end of the path stretched to the front of the Divine Court Little Saint's cloud chariot, and the other end connected to the platform.
"Don't forget your etiquette. Get off the carriage and walk!"
The Divine Son of the Night Clan ordered indifferently. Then, he was the first to step on the cloud path.
The other Minor Saints followed suit. Their sleeves fluttered in the wind as they walked on the cloud path. Every one of them looked extremely noble.
When it was Fang Xing's turn, a few eyes inadvertently looked over.
Before this, Fang Xing had been hiding in the Small World. He would not easily show himself because there were many powerful figures who wanted his life. Hiding in the Small World was the only way to protect him. However, the Divine Son of the Night Clan had ordered everyone to walk. If he didn't leave the Small World, it would be inappropriate. But if he left the Small World, the danger would multiply.
"I've been sitting here for a long time. Time to get some exercise!"
Fang Xing said lazily without hesitation. Then, he came out of the mouth of the skull and stepped on the cloud path.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The moment he completely broke free from the protection of the small world and was exposed to the light of day, the gazes of no less than seven or eight people suddenly pierced through the endless void and landed on him.
Facing this gaze, Fang Xing's legs went limp, and he almost fell.
Then, he looked a little annoyed. He looked back at those eyes and muttered, "Damn, you scared me!"
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