Having half his body blown apart by divine lightning—flesh scattered, blood vaporized—would spell certain death for anyone in the Divine Ability Realm. Unless aided by a supreme expert who could preserve the soul, rebuild it with boundless power, and send it into reincarnation, there was no path forward. Survival would require starting over, reborn after a full cycle of fate.
Even the Devil Marshal was shaken. He shifted slightly, disbelief flickering across his face. By all his calculations, Fang Han should not have fallen so easily. And yet, what lay before him looked like death beyond doubt.
"The Heavenly Calamity Godshark Vessel…" the Daoist Dragon murmured, his hatred for Fang Han burning deep. Watching Fang Han's body get torn apart filled him with savage satisfaction—though tinged with regret. He hadn't delivered the killing blow himself.
"That secret mid-grade Dao artifact truly lives up to its reputation. Even the Nirvana Thunder born from five million celestial demons annihilating themselves under Xing Miexie's Ancient Lamp Buddha Umbrella doesn't compare," he continued. "That lightning—condensed from the souls of hundreds of millions of feral sharks—is devastating. Fang Han's body was monstrously strong, yet even he was obliterated. A pity. His treasures would have been worth scheming for."
Both the Daoist Dragon and the Daoist Wood had planned to kill Fang Han with their own hands—especially after the Taiyi Sect's Grandmaster, Huntian Daoist, issued a Heavenly Bounty Decree with enormous rewards attached. Their resolve had only hardened.
"Hmph," the Daoist Wood sneered coldly. "Fairy Linglong will surely send him to reincarnate. Without a body, he won't recover for decades. When that time comes, we can crush him however we please."
Others echoed similar thoughts.
Wan Lianshan was formidable—no doubt—but firing that lightning cost him hundreds of millions of shark souls. His Godshark Vessel would need to return to the shark pools of Wan Gui Immortal Island for years of refinement before it could unleash such power again. Still, Fang Han's defeat was beyond dispute.
"He was shattered in a single strike."
"So he failed after all."
"Impossible…"
"His realm was too shallow. Losing his physical body like that is only natural."
"Fairy Linglong will have to help him reincarnate. What a waste."
The sudden reversal stunned everyone present. Fang Han's body had been destroyed—nothing remained but his head. In the eyes of all, his fate was sealed.
On the arena, Wan Lianshan stood tall, his posture like towering mountains, radiating the refined bearing of an immortal cultivator.
"Fang Han," he declared calmly, "since entering Linglong Blessed Land, everything you've done reeks of a vulgar upstart. Flaunting wealth, tossing out treasures, mocking ancient giants of the Longevity Realm—nothing about you resembles a true cultivator. Even if you gained power through chance, it was fleeting. I'll send you through a cycle of rebirth, so that in your next life, you might learn what the Immortal Dao truly is."
With that, he began repairing his second primordial spirit. His Sea God Incarnation—his innate heaven-and-earth manifestation—descended to suppress Fang Han's lone head. The Heavenly Calamity Godshark Vessel, drained after its strike, was swallowed back into his body.
He intended to pin Fang Han down, seize whatever treasures he could, and finish things cleanly.
But then—
The scattered flesh, blood, and shattered vitality that had been blown apart suddenly began to move.
They twisted in the void, forming sigils, seeds, threads—interweaving into networks. Meridians reknit themselves. Bones reformed. Blood surged back into place.
Space itself warped.
In a heartbeat, Fang Han's destroyed body reassembled—whole again, stronger than before—fusing seamlessly with his head. Power erupted from every inch of his flesh. When he took a single step, space trembled. When he moved, wind and clouds roared in unison. His presence pressed down upon all directions, making even the heavens shudder.
"Wan Lianshan," Fang Han's voice thundered, "you think you can kill me? You claim I don't walk the Immortal Dao? Then I'll show you—through my divine abilities—what the Immortal Dao truly is!"
He punched forward.
His Golden Core rose once more above his head, pouring overwhelming force into his body. All his divine abilities erupted at once—unrestrained, tyrannical, supreme.
Boom!
That single punch smashed into Wan Lianshan's protective aura, blasting him backward with a furious roar. His body was driven straight into the Sumeru Divine Light arena, slammed so deep it left a crater.
"An undying body!"
"His body was destroyed—and yet it reformed!"
"That's an Undying Body! A power only possessed by giants of the Longevity Realm!"
"How is this possible?!"
The crowd erupted in disbelief.
An Undying Body—complete destruction followed by regeneration, endless vitality, divine power without limit. Even first-level Longevity Realm cultivators couldn't do this. And yet Fang Han stood there, alive, whole, overwhelming.
The reversal was absolute.
Those who moments ago had declared Fang Han dead now stared as if trapped in a dream.
Even Jiao Fei of the Tongtian Sword Sect was stunned speechless.
The Devil Marshal sprang to his feet. Demonic light blazed in his eyes, and a faint vertical eye seemed to open between his brows, silently observing the laws of heaven and earth.
"This… what is this power?" murmured Xiao Manjun, son of the Barbarian Emperor, his body trembling. "Immortal, demonic, monstrous—nothing like this exists. A Golden Core cultivator with an Undying Body?"
Even the Daoist Dragon nearly lost composure.
"Daoist Wood—this is an Undying Body! We don't even possess such a power! What is Fang Han?"
The Daoist Wood's voice trembled with excitement. "All the more reason to kill him. Slaughter him. Refine his flesh into pills. If we devour it, we might achieve an Undying Body ourselves!"
From afar, the Six Paths Wanderer narrowed his eyes.
"This isn't a true Undying Body," he said slowly. "It's incomplete. His head hasn't fully transformed—only half-undying. And it's far inferior to the second level of the Longevity Realm."
"There is one existence capable of forming an Undying Body at the Golden Core stage," Water Mirror replied calmly.
"You mean—Divine Kings of the God Clan?" the Six Paths Wanderer gasped. "Those who cultivate the True God Seed?"
"That's impossible," Water Mirror shook his head. "If Fang Han were a Divine King, he would have been exposed long ago. More likely, he slew one—took its True God Seed—and fused it into himself. That's how he achieved this half-undying state."
"But divine power is poison to cultivators!"
"Perhaps the Yellow Springs Diagram made it possible."
Shock rippled through the entire arena.
Even elders of Linglong Blessed Land were shaken. Qiu Xiyu stared in disbelief, shaking her head again and again.
"This can't be… this can't be…"
But Fang Han stood there—reborn, unstoppable—his might shaking heaven and earth.