"Fang Han—how could you possibly have cultivated an Undying Body? That's impossible. Absolutely impossible!"
Among all those shaken below the arena, the one most deeply rattled was Wan Lianshan himself—the foremost true disciple of Wan Gui Immortal Island, the very man fighting Fang Han face to face.
He had believed victory was already in his grasp. Never, in his wildest imagination, had he expected Fang Han's shattered flesh to reassemble itself.
The shock struck at the core of his convictions.
From the moment Fang Han entered Linglong Blessed Land, Wan Lianshan had regarded him as nothing more than a vulgar beneficiary of fortune—an upstart who flaunted wealth, hogged the spotlight, and even dared to toy with ancient giants of the Longevity Realm. To Wan Lianshan, this was not the bearing of one who walked the Immortal Dao. Deep down, he despised Fang Han, believing his own heart and foundation far stronger.
And yet—
This "vulgar upstart" had cultivated an Undying Body.
The realization shattered everything he believed in.
How could someone so reckless, so arrogant, so seemingly shallow… be this terrifying?
Boom!
At this moment, Fang Han stood utterly dominant. He strode across the arena—over three thousand zhang wide—his presence tyrannical and overwhelming, undying and indestructible. Each step crushed the air itself. Roars, tremors, surges, and waves of force rippled outward as he advanced toward Wan Lianshan.
Above him, his Golden Core radiated terrifying pressure, condensing into an egg-shaped canopy of light that descended and sealed the entire arena—cutting off any possibility of escape.
"Wan Lianshan," Fang Han said coldly, every word striking like a hammer, "you claim I lack immortal bearing? I have already pierced the source and reached a realm you can never touch. In this world, all things—causes, effects, destinies—are composed of one thing alone: force.
"Mana, Dao-force, willpower, karma, fate, wealth—everything is force. Nothing exists beyond it. Only force is real and unassailable. Today, I'll give you a proper lesson and show you what the true Immortal Dao is."
His divine sense swept out, locking onto Wan Lianshan without mercy.
Moments earlier, Wan Lianshan had been blasted into the arena by a single punch. Thanks to the Dao artifact armor Heavenly Profound Returning Spirit Armor and his second primordial spirit, the Sea Soul Pearl, he hadn't been injured—only shaken in vitality.
But now, as Fang Han advanced step by step, Wan Lianshan knew he was facing the greatest crisis of his entire cultivation life.
"Heavenly Profound Nine Transformations—body and soul, infinite change!"
His body quaked violently. His innate heaven-and-earth manifestation, the Sea God Incarnation, and his second primordial spirit alternated in rapid succession. Beneath his feet, a flat vessel shaped like a shark appeared, radiating ferocious baleful aura.
The Heavenly Calamity Godshark Vessel.
His ultimate trump card.
At this moment, it could no longer unleash divine lightning—the billions of feral shark souls within it had already been consumed. Just like Xing Miexie's Nirvana Zen Thunder, once expended, it required years of replenishment.
Even so, it remained a mid-grade Dao artifact—solid beyond belief. Even an ancient giant of the Longevity Realm would struggle to break its defenses quickly.
Wan Lianshan had gone all out. As expected of the fourth-ranked expert on the Longevity Candidate List, his reputation was well earned.
"Wrapping yourself in a turtle shell and thinking you can escape my blows?" Fang Han sneered. "Delusional."
He stepped with profound footwork, driving the White Emperor Metal Severance to extreme vibration. His form flickered—both tangible and intangible—as black water force and golden metal force surged together.
In an instant, 129,600 punches—a complete primordial cycle—erupted outward, each strike smashing into the protective brilliance around Wan Lianshan.
The light trembled violently. Formation after formation cracked and shattered.
Even with three Dao artifacts protecting him—the Returning Spirit Armor, the Sea Soul Pearl, and the Godshark Vessel—Wan Lianshan was beginning to buckle.
"You can't break my defenses!" Wan Lianshan roared. "With three Dao artifacts, I'm impregnable! Why not bring out your Yellow Springs Diagram? Let me see what the number-one supreme treasure of the Demonic Path is truly capable of!"
He staggered but struck back, unleashing a mighty palm technique. Each strike carried tens of millions of galloping-horse force, vast and rolling, like eternal ocean tides.
This was Wan Gui Immortal Island's supreme art—
Tidal Leviathan Palm.
Each strike carried the power of tides themselves.
"I don't need the Yellow Springs Diagram to deal with you."
Fang Han's cold laughter echoed through space as his body dissolved into a ghostly afterimage. Five-colored divine light burst from his hands—the Five Emperors Great Demonic Art unleashed in full.
Within that radiance, black holes opened one after another.
Everything—mana, essence, force—was swallowed.
The tidal force and water essence of the Tidal Leviathan Palm surged endlessly, but all of it was devoured by the Great Devouring Art, refined into pure energy and absorbed into Fang Han's Water Emperor Qi.
Pop!
Sensing disaster, Wan Lianshan rapidly formed seals. Thunderous booms erupted as countless leviathans formed from ocean waves around him—millions upon millions, stacked layer upon layer, stampeding forward with infinite crushing force.
"A magnificent Tidal Leviathan Palm," Fang Han said calmly. "Legend says it requires absorbing the life essence of thousands of leviathans daily, refining their souls into the art. At full mastery, one palm summons tidal surges and devouring whales—enough to crush any cultivator into pulp."
His eyes flashed coldly.
"But against my Great Devouring Art, it has met its nemesis. I'll absorb it bit by bit—and turn your power into my own."
His fingers flicked. The Golden Core spun out, blocking the leviathan tide. From within it burst a pitch-black sigil that vibrated violently—countless black threads slicing space apart.
Great Cutting Art.
The tidal force was severed before it could unite. Then Fang Han opened his mouth and exhaled—black holes erupted once more, devouring every leviathan phantom, every trace of tidal force, every drop of water essence.
Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle.
Fang Han's Golden Core grew ever more lustrous. Even the brewing Wind-Fire Tribulation within it seemed slightly extinguished.
"The Great Devouring Art…" Wan Lianshan felt his body weaken, his sea of consciousness hollowing out. In that exchange alone, he had lost at least twenty years of cultivation.
His Tidal Leviathan Palm—refined over centuries—had been eaten alive.
Only now did he truly grasp Fang Han's terror.
Not only could Fang Han end battles instantly with overwhelming force—he could also grind enemies down relentlessly, devouring them piece by piece until nothing remained.
To fight Fang Han was to feed him.
One combatant's power became the other's nourishment.
How could such a battle ever be won?
The Great Devouring Art—supreme demonic scripture, pinnacle of heaven-defying abilities—was terrifying precisely because it converted all foreign energy into its own.
And Fang Han's version, evolved from the Kunpeng Primordial Egg, surpassed even that of ancient demon gods.
"How can his Devouring Art be this powerful?" the Six Paths Wanderer frowned. "He's devouring the qi of someone several realms above him."
"This Devouring Art wasn't cultivated by ordinary means," Water Mirror said calmly. "It incorporates the life characteristics of the ancient divine beast Kunpeng. This version devours everything."
He smiled faintly.
"Well? I win this round. Fang Han has cultivated a half-undying body. Below the Longevity Realm, he's already invincible. Even Fan Qingying—the deaf, mute, blind woman—likely isn't his match."
"Not necessarily," the Six Paths Wanderer replied, glancing at the Devil Marshal. "Did you notice the mark on his brow? Ying Xiantian truly spared no expense—he gave that supreme treasure to his son."
Water Mirror followed his gaze.
Between the Devil Marshal's brows, a faint vertical eye shimmered into view when his power circulated—like the pupil of some ancient god or demon.
"The Eye of the End of Law," Water Mirror gasped. "Ying Xiantian gave him that?"
An upper-grade Dao artifact.
A single gaze that shattered all laws. Advance one step further—and it could plunge heaven and earth into an age where all cultivation collapsed.
"Ying Tianqing hasn't even entered the Longevity Realm," Water Mirror murmured. "And he's already been given this? Ying Xiantian has over eight hundred sons—but none achieved more than the Devil Marshal."
"That eye cost Ying Xiantian everything," the Six Paths Wanderer said quietly. "He hunted Longevity Realm demon gods, enraged the Heavenly Demons, and secluded himself for nearly two thousand years to refine it. Giving it to one son… may spark bloody chaos among the rest."
"What Ying Xiantian intends," Water Mirror said softly, "no one can know."
The Eye of the End of Law.
A new storm was quietly gathering.