Chapter 112: The Founding Patriarch, Mountain and River Heaven-Sealing Fist
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Fang Wang advanced steadily, holding his heavenly halberd, while Xiao Zi wandered around, curiously examining the dragon patterns carved on every stone pillar. Zhao Zhen was also dragged along, drifting about. With the presence of this demon and ghost, the terrifying atmosphere that once filled the dim avenue was dispelled.
They pressed forward.
The grand avenue inside the palace seemed endless. Fang Wang did not quicken his pace; it was as if he were taking a leisurely stroll. After traveling more than ten miles and still not reaching the end, Fang Wang realized there must be an array of formations here. He had observed carefully and noticed that the dragon images on the stone pillars were indeed changing, proving he was not simply walking in circles.
Fang Wang came to a halt.
He raised the heavenly halberd, preparing to break the formation with sheer strength.
“Wait, I just realized that the dragons on these pillars are actually characters. Together, they form the inscription on the stone tablet you hold,” Zhao Zhen suddenly said.
Hearing this, Fang Wang immediately took out the mysterious stone tablet.
The tablet was covered with various patterns—figures of humans and demons, as well as many strange ancient characters he could not decipher.
Zhao Zhen leaned in and said, “Look closely. Besides the characters, the postures of these humans and demons are also part of the script.”
Fang Wang handed the tablet directly to Zhao Zhen. “You study it.”
Zhao Zhen hurriedly supported the tablet with his ghostly power, then floated over to a nearby stone pillar to begin a careful comparison.
Fang Wang gazed down the avenue, filled with emotion.
The earlier hint he received in the Great Sage’s Cave Heaven was that he must master the Nine-Dragon Divine Transformation Technique and reach the realm of Concentrated Spirit. Indeed, it was by relying on the Nine-Dragon Divine Transformation Technique that he had entered the palace.
Yet without Lord Lu Yuan’s stone tablet, even entering was only the beginning of many more trials.
Why was the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body True Skill more difficult to obtain than the Battle War True Skill or the Yin-Yang Mysterious True Skill?
Of course, the greater the difficulty, the stronger the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body True Skill must be.
Zhao Zhen floated in front of a stone pillar, deep in thought.
Xiao Zi stared blankly at the dragon carved on the pillar—a slender, four-clawed true dragon, whose form could only be described as beautiful.
Fang Wang knew just by its expression that it was daydreaming again.
Two hours passed like this.
Xiao Zi couldn’t help but ask, “Young Master, how much longer will you need?”
Zhao Zhen frowned deeply, speaking softly, “Strange… really strange…”
“What’s strange?” Xiao Zi asked with wide eyes.
Zhao Zhen looked up at Fang Wang. “I feel like the images on the tablet have changed. It’s as if we have appeared within the tablet itself.”
Hearing this, Fang Wang immediately raised his hand and summoned the tablet from a distance.
He examined it carefully. The strange characters were still there, but now only two human figures and a snake demon remained in the center.
It truly had changed!
Fang Wang frowned. “When did this happen?”
Zhao Zhen floated over. “I don’t know either. The longer I look at this tablet, the more entranced I become. I even forget what I was thinking just moments ago.”
His spirit body trembled slightly. Looking around, fear flickered in his eyes.
Fang Wang stared at the tablet, unsure what the change signified.
Xiao Zi climbed onto Fang Wang’s shoulder, joining him as they both looked at the tablet.
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After a while, Xiao Zi spoke with suspicion, “Young Master, have you noticed? The characters along the edges are increasing, seeming to move closer toward the center where we are.”
Fang Wang looked carefully and indeed found this to be true.
Even he was startled.
As someone in the realm of Concentrated Spirit, with a powerful divine sense, he had stared at the tablet for some time but had not noticed this change before.
“Could this mean danger is approaching us? Are we already trapped within the formation?” Zhao Zhen asked cautiously.
Fang Wang lifted his eyes to look around. Whether it was an illusion or not, he suddenly felt as if the dragons on the stone pillars were watching him.
The sensation was eerie.
“Xiao Zi, cling tightly to my shoulder. Don’t fall behind,” Fang Wang said in a low voice. Xiao Zi’s snake body coiled tightly around his shoulder, nervously scanning the surroundings, wary of any lurking demons or ghosts.
Zhao Zhen also drew close to Fang Wang. Even as a ghost, he was deeply afraid of their current predicament.
The spacious, dim avenue fell into silence, and a strong sense of unease surged over Fang Wang, causing his right hand gripping the heavenly halberd to clench tightly.
Time passed, second by second.
Gradually, Fang Wang’s vision blurred, and he felt dizzy and faint—a sensation he had not experienced since beginning his cultivation journey, akin to a fever.
In a daze, he saw something emerge from the rows of stone pillars ahead—those dragon carvings.
The dragons engraved on the pillars had come to life!
Fang Wang immediately activated his Battle War Heart. Instantly, his senses cleared, his vision sharpened, and the stone dragons crawling out from the pillars were indeed real. He was surrounded by a horde of stone dragons.
Stone dragons from all directions approached Fang Wang, baring teeth and claws, exuding an immense oppressive aura in complete silence.
A cold light flashed in Fang Wang’s eyes. Suddenly, he threw the heavenly halberd and gave chase, raising his right hand with his palm less than ten centimeters from the tail blade of the halberd, as if chasing it.
Man and halberd became a streak of cold light, shattering stone dragons along the way.
Roaring sounds echoed through the dark avenue!
Suddenly—
The cold light that Fang Wang had become emitted wisps of black mist which quickly condensed into a massive black dragon, dwarfing the dim avenue itself.
Zhao Zhen floated behind Fang Wang, staring in shock at the black dragon Fang Wang had transformed into.
The legendary Nine-Dragon Divine Transformation Technique!
He had read records from the Supreme Dawn Sect, whose great cultivators could transform into dragons, capable of splitting mountains and breaking cities with ease. However, those records only mentioned azure and white dragons—never a black dragon.
Though Zhao Zhen had seen Fang Wang transform into a black dragon before, this was his first time inside it.
Such overwhelming power!
Even if he could not control the black dragon, its destructive force was palpable.
Fang Wang recklessly surged forward, continuously enhancing his spiritual power.
At this moment, he no longer cared whether he was trapped in an illusion.
He was determined to forcibly break the formation!
After dashing over a hundred miles, as Fang Wang’s spiritual power was half depleted, he suddenly smashed through something ahead. He then felt his feet catch on something, stumbling but quickly regaining his balance.
The black dragon dissipated, and he felt as though he had suddenly entered another realm. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the street of an ancient city.
At the end of the street stood a towering stone statue—a burly man five zhang tall. In his right hand, lifted but not above his head, he held a great cauldron. The flowing robes around his waist were frozen mid-motion, giving off a majestic aura.
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Fang Wang narrowed his eyes and spread out his divine sense.
He was uncertain whether he was still within an illusion.
Xiao Zi lifted its serpent head excitedly. “Young Master, we made it out! My heart finally feels at ease.”
Its perception of danger was exceptionally keen. The previous unease and fear had vanished completely, and it trusted its own feelings.
Fang Wang took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Zhao Zhen and Xiao Zi watched their surroundings warily, afraid something might still emerge.
Soon, Fang Wang arrived before the statue. He noticed a recess on the surface of the great cauldron. Immediately, he took out the stone tablet and carefully matched it—it fit perfectly.
He leapt up and pressed the tablet into the recess of the cauldron.
In an instant, the statue trembled violently, startling Fang Wang into stepping back.
The statue’s stone eyes fell away, replaced by two beams of intense light. Then, a spirit body appeared, floating before the statue.
It was an elderly man with white hair, a kindly face, chest-length beard, and a youthful complexion. He stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes squinting so tightly that his pupils were unseen.
“Nearly three thousand years have passed. Finally, a descendant has stepped here to accept this humble monk’s trial,” the white-haired elder said warmly, without the slightest hint of pressure.
Fang Wang quietly exhaled in relief. He rested the heavenly halberd by his side, clasped his hands in a respectful salute, and said, “Junior Fang Wang pays respects to senior. May I ask if you hold the legacy of the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body True Skill?”
“The Heavenly Gang Sacred Body True Skill? You’re straightforward, young man. It was created by His Majesty, based on the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body, allowing mortals to transform into the legendary Sacred Body. The effort and sacrifices required are beyond your imagination. For those of average talent and weak will, it is a path of ruin,” the white-haired elder replied earnestly, still with eyes closed.
His Majesty?
Could he be the Ancient Great Sage?
Fang Wang responded, “I am mentally prepared.”
The white-haired elder laughed heartily, then said, “Preparation alone is not enough. You must prove yourself to this humble monk.”
“How do I prove it?” Fang Wang asked eagerly, longing to obtain the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body True Skill.
The elder raised his right hand and waved toward the air. Characters of light appeared one by one, and as he wrote, he said, “This is the Mountain and River Heaven-Calming Fist, created by His Majesty. It is fierce and domineering. When mastered to a minor level, it can flatten mountains and sever rivers. When fully mastered, and with sufficient cultivation, one punch can shatter the heavens!”
One punch to shatter the heavens?
Fang Wang's spirit surged. He had no doubt about the elder’s words, for the Ancient Great Sage had indeed challenged the celestial gods, proving his power to threaten the upper realms.
He began to study the glowing characters intently. Zhao Zhen and Xiao Zi watched without blinking.
“Three thousand years ago, a junior named Zhu Changsheng came before me. It took him two hundred years to master the Mountain and River Heaven-Calming Fist. Because of this, he obtained the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body True Skill. I wonder if he left a renowned name in the mortal world today?” the elder asked with a smile.
Fang Wang had never heard of Zhu Changsheng and said nothing.
Xiao Zi, however, spoke up, “I know him! He is the founding ancestor of the Supreme Dawn Sect. Legend says he ascended!”
The elder’s smile froze briefly but soon returned. He sighed, “Ascended? Whether celestial gods truly exist, how can mortals know? Cultivating and ascending is even harder to discern.”
He then changed the subject. “Zhu Changsheng took two hundred years to master the Mountain and River Heaven-Calming Fist. Fang Wang, I want to see how many years you will need.”
Fang Wang focused intently on the cultivation method, still silent.
Xiao Zi, meanwhile, began chatting with the elder, curiously asking, “Senior, the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body True Skill shapes the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body. Have you ever seen someone born with the Heavenly Gang Sacred Body?”
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