The sealed space churned with choking Abyssal Demonic Qi. High above, the Eightfold Pagoda of the Asura Suppression Tower hovered like a divine anchor, pinning everything down with unyielding force. Yama strode through the roiling darkness, chanting one mystical syllable after another. The Bridge of the Dead shimmered into existence at his call—a rainbow-arc stretching north to south—pressing down once again like a judgment from the underworld.
At the deepest point within the space, seven blazing clusters of divine light pulsed violently, like volcanoes on the verge of erupting.
Seven Divine Kings—still alive.
Even the Eightfold Pagoda, the Bridge of the Dead, and the Gate of Avici could only barely keep them suppressed.
Their strength was monstrous. Had Fang Han not unleashed every ounce of his power earlier—burning all his reserves into a single devastating strike—these seven would've already escaped, brandished their divine treasures, and possibly reversed the entire battle.
Even now, two artifacts glowed with such ferocity that their radiance nearly pierced through the oppressive Avici Qi—one shaped like a blazing sun, the other like a crescent moon.
If not for the Asura Pagoda reinforcing the seal, and Yama constantly running divine arts to maintain the suppression… those two artifacts might have already blasted their way free of the Yellow Springs Diagram.
"Black Nether King! Nebula Baby! Get out here and suppress those two artifacts! They're mid-grade Dao artifacts—if they break loose, the loss will be massive!"
At his shout, the Black Nether King and the Nebula Baby shot out from the depths of the Yellow Springs Diagram. One look at the two divine treasures made the Black Nether King's face twist in shock; he immediately unleashed his Dark Primordial Soul to suppress the Sun Essence Wheel.
Nebula Baby sent out the Five-Star Sun-Moon Bracelet, reinforcing the suppression of the Moon Essence Wheel.
But the stronger the pressure, the fiercer the two Dao artifacts raged. Their spinning intensified, blades of divine light sweeping out for thousands of feet as they struggled to ascend and escape.
—Pfft!
Unable to risk losing them, Fang Han forced a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue. The blood mist instantly spread through the Yellow Springs Diagram. The moment Avici Qi touched that blood, grotesque scenes of hell took form—Abyssal fiends, demonic gods, unspeakable horrors—all manifesting as spectral phantoms.
To subdue these two artifacts, he willingly burned his own essence blood.
The value of these twin Dao artifacts was astronomical—they were clearly the trump cards of the seven Divine Kings, a pair of divine treasures of unimaginable power.
On the market, hundreds of billions of pills wouldn't be enough to buy a single mid-grade Dao artifact—let alone a matched pair.
Even the most ancient titans of the great sects rarely possessed such a set.
The Sun-Moon Essence Wheels.
Wind Whitefeather would need centuries to gather materials, centuries more to refine, and centuries after that to temper them—assuming all materials were even available.
Fang Han simply happened to encounter Divine Kings of the celestial races—beings who wielded luxuries no human sect could dream of.
After suppressing the wheels with his blood, Fang Han didn't immediately move on the Divine Kings. Instead, he swept his hand, parting the Avici Qi to reveal two figures:
Prince Zhan, the Thirteenth Prince,
and Prince Yi, the Fourth Prince of the Great Xuan Empire.
"You… who are you!?"
Prince Yi snapped awake, eyes flashing swords of pure killing intent. Sword-qi burst from every pore of his body, cutting in all directions as he tried to break out.
"Don't even dream about it. This is my treasure—an absolute-grade Dao artifact. If you can escape from here, you must be a Longevity-realm titan."
Fang Han pressed down casually. A devouring vortex formed—the Great Swallowing Technique—instantly absorbing all of Prince Yi's sword-qi into the Golden Emperor Qi.
"So this is the famed Invisible Sword-Qi. Not bad. But you haven't mastered it yet."
He inhaled sharply, sensing the delicacy of the technique.
If he could refine his own sword-qi to become invisible and intangible… assassinating people would be so much easier.
"Kneel."
He spat out thirty-four demonic arts, forming the Nine-Ghost Primordial Spirit—a three-headed, six-armed fiend clutching bone staff and wolf-fang sword. It roared downward, slamming Prince Yi into the ground like a squashed toad.
"You colluded with these Demonic Kings of Emperor Sheshan to ambush me. I originally planned to kill you and take your Invisible Sword Formation and Invisible Primordial Spirit, but you're a prince of Great Xuan. Killing you would be… inconvenient. So just give me compensation and I'll let you leave."
"Who the hell are you!? Such terrifying power—you're practically at Longevity Realm!"
Prince Yi struggled with all his strength but couldn't move an inch.
"Telling you won't hurt me. I'm Fang Han of the Feathered Immortal Sect."
"So it IS you! You actually refined the Nine-Ghost Primordial Spirit! Ninety divine arts in one Golden Core—unseen for millennia!"
Prince Zhan shouted from where he was pinned.
"You recognize the Yellow Springs Diagram? Good. Then stop fantasizing about escape. Let's talk compensation."
Fang Han didn't mention the Divine Kings were celestial beings. That must remain a secret—this disaster might give his sect a chance to overtake Tai One Sect.
Prince Yi couldn't be killed—offending Great Xuan wasn't worth the trouble.
But a wealthy prince was meant to be squeezed.
"I didn't expect Fang Han the gold-devouring monster to still lack pills and treasures," Prince Yi sneered. "But with ninety divine arts in your core, every spell consumes hundreds of times more energy than ordinary Golden Core cultivators. No wonder you're desperate for pills. If you help me instead of the Twenty-Fourth Prince, I'll give you whatever you want—fifty billion pills, a hundred billion! You help me ascend the throne, and you'll never lack resources again!"
His tone hardened.
"I'm the strongest among all princes—already at the ninth level of Divine Ability, with an Invisible Primordial Spirit. I'm on the verge of defying fate and entering Longevity Realm. I am the true candidate for emperor. That Twenty-Fourth Prince will never catch up to me. Help me, and everything in the imperial treasury will be open to you!"
Fang Han laughed.
"You think I care about imperial treasures? I have the Yellow Springs Diagram—I can open the Yellow Springs Treasury whenever I want. That place has more riches than your entire empire. I only support the Twenty-Fourth Prince because Hua Tiandu supports the Feng Prince. I simply want to crush Hua Tiandu."
His eyes flickered.
"Helping you or helping the Twenty-Fourth Prince makes no difference to me."
Prince Yi paused—then switched tactics.
"The Yellow Springs Treasury is not so easily opened. If it were, Tai One Sect would've robbed it long ago. Fine—my treasures were prepared for Supreme Exalt Linglong's birthday banquet. I'll give you fifty billion pills as compensation! Let me go."
"Fifty billion? Enough to buy a Dao artifact—maybe even a rare immortal pill like a Life-Creation Elixir. Bring it out. I'll let you leave."
Prince Yi drew out fifty crystal cards—each marked with the character for "one billion," rendered in the form of a man and a dragon. These weren't from the major merchant guilds but from the Great Xuan Empire's own treasure mint.
They were accepted everywhere—even in foreign star markets, according to rumor.
Fang Han waved his hand, pulling all fifty billion pills into his storage. Then he spat out a thunderous blast, launching Prince Yi thousands of miles away from the Yellow Springs Diagram.
The diagram trembled where it rested beneath the sea, then shifted with Water-Escape Techniques, fleeing thousands of miles toward the Linglong Blessed Land.
He had already wasted three days and nights underwater—missing Linglong Immortal Exalt's birthday would be unforgivable.
"While traveling, I'll deal with the Divine Kings next. Their wealth will be far greater."
Fang Han smiled coldly as he approached the seven trapped Divine Kings.
"Gentlemen—Great Harmony, Great Summer… there's no need to struggle. Your identities are no secret to me. The celestial race may be the noblest and most tyrannical in the universe, but in my eyes, you're nothing but treasure vaults—endless, inexhaustible treasure vaults. Thanks to you, I'm about to become the richest man under heaven. Last time, the Illusion Spirit and Illusion Truth Divine Sovereigns brought me generous gifts. I trust your 'gifts' will be even richer."
"Fang Han! You dare speak this way to the noble celestial race? You still have a chance—submit to us, serve us faithfully. When our divine armies descend, you will be rewarded with unparalleled glory. We may even let you rule the Profound Yellow World as its sovereign!"
From within one cluster of divine light, the Great Harmony King spoke.
Incredibly, he had already recovered half his injuries in the short period of suppression—his vitality far exceeded anything mortal.