He fell head first into the Underworld Sea, but before the cultivators could recover from their shock, Fang Xing had already risen again. However, this time, he did not use his own strength to rise into the air. Instead, he was supporting the seawater of the Underworld Sea under his feet like a gushing spring, allowing him to stand proudly in the air with his hands behind his back. His eyes were filled with killing intent.
"You want to take advantage of this time to plot against Old Evil. That old thing … Isn't that what he's doing?"
Fang Xing had a mocking look on his face.
While Daphne was negotiating with the cultivators, he also took the opportunity to complete his preparations.
He spoke slowly and suddenly clenched his fist!
With a rumble, the water of the Underworld Sea surged into a wave that was dozens of feet high and rushed to the back of Fang Xing. At that moment, Fang Xing was facing the Underworld Sea while the cultivators were facing him. Suddenly, it became a situation where the cultivators were facing the Underworld Sea.
The Underworld Sea contained a monstrous aura of death. Even the leaders of the tribes, who were Golden Core cultivators, took a step back in fear.
Gusts of chilly wind blew from afar. Within the chilly wind, there were thousands of ferocious dead spirits …
This phenomenon caused the expressions of all the cultivators on the cliff to change.
Behind them was the Taishang Ruins, and in the middle was an abyss filled with strange arrays. In front of them was the Underworld Sea. It was indescribably dangerous and extremely terrifying. With a pincer attack, there was no way for the cultivators to escape. What made them even more terrified was that Fang Xing was standing on the Underworld Sea as if he was standing on flat ground. He was not afraid of the corrosive power of the Underworld Sea at all.
It could even be said that the Yin spirits in the sea, which were even more terrifying than the Underworld Sea, came to a sudden stop when they were ten feet away from him. Then, starting from the first row of Yin spirits, they all … knelt down!
Countless Yin spirits knelt down on one knee in front of Fang Xing.
In the blink of an eye, the surface of the sea could no longer be seen. There were only kneeling dead spirits.
"Actually, the greatest fortune of the Taishang orthodoxy, or at least … the most useful fortune in the Sinkhole, is one's identity!"
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Fang Xing continued to brag, "Now that I've passed the Ancient Road to Heaven, I'm a legacy disciple of the Prime Daoist orthodoxy! The Sinkhole is my territory. Here, I can let you live or die. I can take you away or lock you up here until you pass away … To put it simply, I control your life and death. What other choice do you have in front of me? Hmph, from today onwards, whether you're willing or not, all of you can only be my subordinates. Otherwise … just wait to be exterminated … "
The leaders of the various clans were stunned. Their eyes were like lightning as they looked at Fang Xing, who was in mid-air, in horror and awe!
They thought that Fang Xing had obtained a fortune, but they did not think that Fang Xing's power would suddenly increase to the point where it would be out of their control. After all, no matter how strong a fortune was, it was impossible to reach the sky in a single bound. This was also the reason why they dared to plot against Fang Xing.
Even after obtaining a fortune, one needed time to digest it and grow!
However, they did not expect that Fang Xing would have the power to control the Yin spirits in the Yellow Springs Sea …
Now, the thousands of dead spirits in the Yellow Springs Sea had made Fang Xing's identity even more prominent. These countless dead spirits were formed from the remnant souls of the Taishang Orthodoxy's disciples who had died in the Heavenly Tribulation. Now, they were all bowing to him, not to Fang Xing himself, but to his identity. The Taishang Orthodoxy's disciple, or rather, the eleventh disciple …
The Taishang Orthodoxy had a deep foundation and countless disciples. It was divided into four categories: outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples, legacy disciples, and legacy disciples. Among them, the legacy disciples were undoubtedly the ones with the highest status, second only to the nine great elders. This was because the legacy disciples represented the orthodoxy's inheritance. In other words, every single one of the ten Taishang Immortals was a legacy disciple.
Now, Fang Xing had become the eleventh legacy disciple of the Taishang Orthodoxy.
As a result, in the eyes of the thousands of dead spirits in the Yellow Springs Sea, he was no longer an outsider, but one of their own.
Not only was he one of their own, but he was also a legacy disciple whose status was higher than theirs.
Therefore, in front of Fang Xing, they did not have the slightest hostility, but instead, they were bowing to him!
"This … this … this doesn't make sense …"
Granny Yao of the Reverence Moon Clan was the first to yell. She did not believe it, nor was she willing to see such a scene unfold. In truth, after Fang Xing entered the depths of the Taishang Ruins, she and Luo Musang were the ones who were most worried that Fang Xing would obtain some sort of unique inheritance. This was because the two of them had already formed a deep grudge with Fang Xing on their way here. Deep down, they were worried that Fang Xing would seek revenge.
It was also because they were afraid that Fang Xing would seek revenge that they decided to plunder Fang Xing's good fortune.
Together with the Fengtian Clan and the Yushou Clan, they would rob Fang Xing's good fortune, and then kill him to prevent any undue delays.
The original plan was going smoothly. Fang Xing's crimson dragon died, and the brat did not hide in the Taishang Ruins like they had feared. At this point, they believed that their plan was mostly successful. All schemes and plots would vanish in the face of strength. What waves could a brat in the Foundational Realm do after being targeted by them?
Therefore, they, who already thought that Fang Xing's good fortune was already in the bag, saw the waves Fang Xing stirred.
The waves of the Yellow Springs …
"From today onwards, Yours Truly shall be the boss here! Are you guys convinced?"
Fang Xing squatted down on the waves of the Yellow Springs Sea and said to the leaders below with a smile.
"... Brat … brat, do you really think we … are afraid of you?"
Granny Yao from the Reverence Moon Clan froze. Her face was twisted, as if she could no longer hold back her anger and was about to attack. Next to her, the leader of the Small Clans Alliance, Luo Mu, was shocked. He hastily reached out to stop her and shouted, "Granny Yao, you can't …" However, before he could finish, Granny Yao struggled with all her might and ejected Luo Mu Sang from her grasp.
With a loud rumble, Luo Mu Sang suddenly turned around and pressed his hands against the air. With a loud bang, a towering beam of Pill Light flashed toward Fang Xing. The strength of the Pill Light was a unique power that could only be born in the Gold Core realm. It was incredibly fast, and its power was unimaginably strong. In the blink of an eye, it was already in front of Fang Xing. Judging from its power, it seemed like the upper half of his body would be destroyed.
They had originally come for the good fortune, but by now, the good fortune Fang Xing had obtained had already surpassed their imagination. To prevent Fang Xing from seeking revenge, Luo Mu Sang and Granny Yao instantly made a decision. They would kill Fang Xing to prevent any future troubles. It seemed like Granny Yao was going to kill him, and Luo Mu Sang was stopping her. However, in reality, it was Luo Mu Sang who was going to attack.
The Pill Light appeared and arrived in an instant …
However, it was useless!
Fang Xing's spirit had absorbed the Progenitor of Heaven Abhorrer's Yuanying Destructive Power. Although the Progenitor of Heaven Abhorrer's Destructive Power was so great that he could only absorb a very small part of it, it was still enough for his spirit to grow to an unprecedented level. As the power of his spirit grew, his consciousness grew as well, becoming abnormally sensitive.
He was already on guard when he saw the subtle exchange between Granny Yao and Luo Mu Sang.
As Luo Mu Sang made his move, Fang Xing had already retreated nearly a hundred feet with a single thought. At the same time, he formed a seal with his hands and sat down cross-legged. He said softly, "The Grand Supreme Fruit of the Way, the Illusion of Yin and Yang. Today, I, Fang Xing, am the eleventh disciple of the Grand Supreme's legacy. I, Senior and Junior Brothers, will temporarily borrow the strength of my senior and junior brothers to help me destroy my powerful enemy. With the might of the Grand Supreme …"
A clear voice resounded faintly over the Yellow Spring Sea.
The countless dead spirits of the Yellow Spring Sea kneeling in front of Fang Xing suddenly raised their heads. Their gloomy eyes fell on the faces of the clan leaders. As the cultivators panicked, the endless dead spirits of the Yellow Spring Sea rushed toward them like a tidal wave with a rumble. Their bodies were shrouded in an aura of death, and they risked their souls to vanish, trying to drown the clan leaders.
Even when they first crossed the Yellow Spring Sea, the clan leaders had to use the righteous aura of the Heaven-worshipping Sword to destroy the dead spirits of the Yellow Spring Sea. Now, the dead spirits of the Yellow Spring Sea seemed to have found their backbone. Although their ferocious aura had faded, their soul power had actually skyrocketed. In front of the dead spirits, the clan leaders were simply too weak.
"Clan … Clan Leader of the Xing Clan, spare me … I … I want to be that person's pawn …"
Surrounded by the dead spirits, the leader of the Small Clan Alliance, Luo Mu Sang, desperately summoned his Dan light to defend himself. At the same time, he shouted.
At this critical moment of life and death, he couldn't care less about his face. He opened his mouth and said he wanted to be a slave.
"You old bastard. You're smiling on the surface, but you're more ruthless than anyone else. I don't want a pawn like you …"
At this time, Fang Xing was sitting on the sea, maintaining a distance of a hundred feet from the cultivators. When he saw that the cultivators were surrounded by the dead spirits, he relaxed and coldly rejected Luo Mu Sang's proposal. Then, he looked at Granny Yao, who was still staring at him coldly. He said, "You old bastard, you've always been at odds with me. You've schemed against me many times. You must die …"
Finally, he looked at the pale-faced leaders of the Fengtian Clan, Daoist Zi, and the Yushou Clan, Shi Nansha. All the Golden Core Mahayana Stage cultivators were trapped. Even Fengtian Clan's Fangzheng, Moonreverence Clan's Linglong, and Yushou Clan's Yu Long were trapped. At this time, they had also summoned their Dan light to defend against the attack of the dead spirits. Unfortunately, it wasn't of much use. Under the crazy attack of the dead spirits, it was only a matter of time before their Dan light was broken and their souls were tainted. Right now, it could be said that they were struggling on their deathbed.
"As for you … Your life or death depends on a single thought!"
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