Absorbing the life essence and True God Seeds of all seven God Kings — the Great Yamato God King, the Great Xia God King, and the others — Fang Han felt his body surge to a new peak. His sea of consciousness expanded violently, and his physique stepped halfway into an Undying Body.
If Yan Shuiyi or Fan Qingying tried to assassinate him again, there would be no danger this time. Even if he couldn't overpower them, he could simply leave them in the dust.
And if it were a one-on-one confrontation?
He could unquestionably fight for first place on the "Longevity Candidate Ranking."
Now, with the seven God Kings dead and their remains fully refined, Fang Han turned immediately toward the two powerful mid-grade Dao Artifacts floating before him — the Sun Wheel and Moon Wheel.
"The seven God Kings — your former masters — are gone. I've absorbed them completely," Fang Han said coldly. "Yet you still refuse to yield? Submit to me now, or I'll destroy your artifact spirits and claim you by force. Do you really think I can't?"
These two Dao Artifacts were terrifyingly strong. Even with the Eight-Fold Pagoda, Yan, Black Nether King, Nebula Baby, and the Yellow Springs Diagram all suppressing them together, they were only barely contained, nowhere near being refined.
Mid-grade Dao Artifacts were no trivial matter.
Even Hua Tiandu's Panwu Divine Sword could tear apart Heaven-Earth Phase cultivators and crush millennium-old demons of the ninth transformation.
But this pair of Sun and Moon Wheels — once combined — eclipsed even the Panwu Sword. Their power nudged dangerously close to upper-grade Dao Artifact territory.
If he could tame them, they would be perfect weapons, entirely unmatched in his arsenal.
Blood Night King had already merged into the Eight-Fold Pagoda, spending all his strength suppressing the Jade-Blood Softwater Sword and converting devils. He could no longer wield killing power freely.
As for the Eight-Fold Pagoda itself, though fearsome, it housed legions of devils. Using it to unleash brute attacks risked killing them instantly. And inside the pagoda, the Dragon Ruler Ruler, Morning Bell, Evening Drum, and the other eight treasures were not Dao Artifacts — they could be damaged far too easily.
One day, if all eight treasures transformed into Dao Artifacts and fused, the pagoda would dominate all evil, and Fang Han could even resist the Human Emperor Pen deep beneath Demon-Sealing Ridge.
But that was a distant dream — one requiring centuries of nourishment.
For now, the Eight-Fold Pagoda could only serve as a prison, not a battle weapon.
He couldn't risk shattering any part of it.
But if the Sun and Moon Wheels submitted, if he wielded them directly…
Their combined might might even threaten a Longevity giant.
"Fang Han, you'll never subdue us!"
A blazing figure emerged from the Sun Wheel — a tall man in golden robes, golden hair flowing behind him, a halo of solar rings radiant at his back. He emanated heat like a miniature star.
"I am Chiyan Yang. The Heaven-Hating Divine Emperor will tear you limb from limb. Kill me if you dare — but the moment I die, the Sun Wheel drops in grade. You'll get nothing but scrap!"
The Moon Wheel's spirit followed, a woman cloaked in rippling silver moonlight, her cold eyes mocking him.
"I am Leng Yuehua. We were forged from ten thousand years of cosmic essence by the Heaven-Hating Divine Emperor himself. You think we would ever bow to you? Give up, Fang Han."
"Ungrateful things!" Fang Han's voice dropped to ice. "You think I can't refine you? One way or another, I'll make you yield.
Blood Night King — suppress them fully. Grind their spirits day and night with the Morning Bell and Evening Drum. Let all 3.6 million devils chant the Six-Word Mantra beside their ears.
I'll flood them with the Great Deliverance Buddha-light until they kneel!"
"As you command."
The Blood Night King turned the Eight-Fold Pagoda, pushing both Wheels deep into the abyssal devil energy.
Black Nether King followed, adding his force to the suppression. The old demon had long accepted his fate, spending every day cultivating and refining treasures for Fang Han.
But Yan frowned.
"Fang Han, this won't work long-term. These two artifact spirits are too strong. Suppressing them inside the Yellow Springs Diagram steals my attention. That makes the Eight-Fold Pagoda useless, and the Diagram's Bridge of Helplessness and Gate of Abaddon lose power too.
Right now, you practically have no usable artifact."
"No matter. I've stepped halfway into an Undying Body, and my Golden Core is indestructible. I can tear the earth apart with bare hands. If I meet Hua Tiandu again, he won't kill me — he'll suffer instead."
Fang Han waved dismissively.
"Now, let's see what treasures the seven God Kings left behind."
Yan brightened instantly, like a miserly dragon smelling gold.
"We should check! With seven God King storages… hah! There has to be something good!"
Fang Han opened the crystal storage nodes one by one.
Seven diamond-shaped crystals erupted like fountains, spewing treasures — artifacts, pills, scriptures, flying swords — endlessly, forming a dazzling storm of treasure-light.
Yan nearly fainted with joy.
"Look at this! Thunder Arc Saber! Purple Emperor Palace Sword! Sun-Crushing Staff! Breaking Army Rod! Greedy Wolf Hook…!"
Countless treasures filled the Yellow Springs Diagram, forming a swirling ocean of blades and ancient light.
Most astonishing were the dozens of superb-grade treasures, each radiating overwhelming might.
A seven-foot long saber, shrouded in lightning arcs, soared alone like a proud monarch: the Thunder Arc Saber.
Around it danced spears, hooks, staves, halberds — every weapon under heaven.
Fang Han catalogued quickly, then turned to the pills.
Most were pitch-black, like miniature voids — piled into mountains.
Yan shook his head.
"Black God Pills. Only gods can consume them. Mortals die instantly. Worthless to you."
Useless? Fang Han frowned. He needed energy — a lot of it. The World Tree demanded endless nourishment, and 3.6 million devils had no stable supply.
"Useless? Not quite." Yan smirked wickedly. "Black God Pills can feed devils. Devils were created by the gods — of course they can consume divine pills. Gods simply never waste their cultivation pills on devils.
To them, giving Black God Pills to devils is like… you feeding pigs with your own Golden Core Pills.
But to devils?
Black God Pills are like supercharged Nascent Soul Pills!"
Yan nearly drooled.
"Feed these to your devils, and tens of thousands will become Devil Kings! One Devil King equals a Divine Ability expert. Tens of thousands of them—! Imagine the suppression force!"
Stunned, Fang Han instantly swept tens of thousands of Black God Pills into the Eight-Fold Pagoda.
Inside, the pills dissolved into black currents instantly devoured by the devils.
More than ten devils expanded violently, sprouting flesh and scales — transforming into full Devil Kings.
Each new Devil King radiated stronger faith power, increasing the force crushing the Sun and Moon Wheels. Eventually, more would ascend — and the artifacts would finally break.
If he could ever convert a Longevity-level demon god…
That alone would suppress the Wheels in days.
"There must be tens of billions of Black God Pills here," Fang Han estimated. "Enough to feed the devils for a year."
Then he turned toward the seven strange gourds, each entwined with bizarre nine-headed serpents carved into their surfaces.
From within came a vast medicinal aura — far stronger than the Yin-Yang Longevity Pills or Thunder-Bone Relic Pills.
The gourds… were extraordinary.
And likely priceless.