After Fang Han absorbed the Wood Daoist's energy, instead of being shocked, the Wood Daoist revealed a triumphant smile. As Fang Han's energy was consumed, it suddenly surged, turning into countless seeds that began sprouting and growing, attempting to siphon the Wood Emperor's force from within Fang Han's body.
In an instant, Fang Han's Wood Emperor's Vital Qi began to stir, showing signs of instability, as though the cultivation method was on the verge of collapse.
Fang Han's Blue Emperor Wood Sovereign technique was a powerful countermeasure against all wood-based energies. However, given the disparity between his and Wood Daoist's realms, combined with the fact that Wood Daoist was a Wood Spirit being, a deep-rooted entity with great understanding of the fundamental essence of wood, this caused an unexpected challenge.
"What a rich Blue Emperor Wood Sovereign technique! Hahaha! With this energy, I'll surely achieve immortality. You, a mere master in the Divine Realm, dare to fight with me, a Ten-Thousand-Ages Grand Master? Even with my power weakened, you are no match for me!" The Wood Daoist laughed maniacally as he absorbed the essence of Fang Han's Wood Emperor Qi. This Qi was a treasure to him, more nourishing than any divine herb or elixir.
Fang Han, however, remained calm. His thoughts stirred, and with a decisive motion, he combined the immense Wood Emperor Qi within him with the World Tree's spiritual energy. Boom! The World Tree's root systems stretched outward from his brow, spreading throughout his entire body, intertwining with every meridian and muscle.
These roots immediately connected with the Wood Qi that had begun transforming within him, absorbing it like cotton soaking up water. The Wood Qi rapidly transformed into pure, clean energy, which was then injected into his Blue Emperor Wood Sovereign technique, making it far stronger.
In the blink of an eye, the foreign energy within Fang Han was completely consumed and refined, significantly strengthening his Golden Core and stabilizing its foundation. It was as though his Golden Core had become more solid, unyielding and practically indestructible.
"The Wood Daoist's energy is astonishingly potent! Just as I suspected, the World Tree can counteract the very essence of his power and absorb it. Now, I will drain it completely!" Fang Han's plan had succeeded, and he pressed forward without hesitation. He surged into the Wood Daoist's form, condensing his Golden Core's power even further, and unleashed ninety-three different divine abilities, cutting the energy into pieces. Then, with his Great Devouring Technique, he absorbed the Wood Daoist's essence and sent it to his Golden Core, amplifying its might.
His Golden Core began to radiate a dazzling light.
Within that radiance, the shadow of a primordial spirit began to form, a ghostly figure that emanated a powerful aura that seemed to press down on the heavens themselves. The Golden Core's power surged exponentially.
"What is this Wood-type treasure? How is it possible for it to neutralize my energy? My Seed of Wood, after seven to eight thousand years of hard cultivation, was meant to subdue all wood-type treasures! How can something like this resist my energy? Impossible!" The Wood Daoist's primordial spirit was being gradually overwhelmed. Despite all his efforts to suppress the Yellow Springs Map, he was continuously losing energy, his essence draining away as Fang Han absorbed it.
In his peak form, the Wood Daoist could have withstood this. But now, weakened by the Heart Demon's influence, everything seemed to be falling apart for him.
After several exchanges, Fang Han's power grew stronger, while the Wood Daoist's vitality waned. Fang Han's Golden Core glowed even more brightly, with a ghostly figure of his primordial spirit looming above it, exerting immense pressure on the surroundings.
Realizing that the fight was turning in Fang Han's favor, the Wood Daoist knew that if this continued, Fang Han would break through into the Heavenly Law Manifestation and ascend to the Ninth Divine Realm, making him far too powerful to defeat. The Wood Daoist's thoughts raced: if he didn't retreat now, he might very well face destruction.
"Dragon Daoist, let's go!" Wood Daoist howled, his voice echoing through the mountains.
The Wood Daoist began to retract his Heavenly Law Manifestation, consolidating his energy and hurriedly pulling out pills and talismans from his storage ring to replenish his depleting strength.
"Fang Han, kill him! You've completely suppressed him! We're about to kill a Ten-Thousand-Ages Grand Master!" The voice of Yen, the spirit of the Eight-Part Pagoda, echoed in the distance, urging Fang Han to strike decisively.
At that moment, a mighty dragon's roar resonated through the air as Yen broke free from the constraints of the Wood Daoist's manifestation and began retreating. The Naihe Bridge reverberated with a loud cry, sending waves of demonic energy toward Fang Han.
"Wood Daoist, you leave! I can't escape. Damn it, if I had a mid-grade Dao Artifact, I could break out! At my peak, I could escape, but now I'm like a dragon in shallow waters, bullied by shrimp, like a tiger in the plains, afraid of dogs!" Dragon Daoist raged, struggling against the oppressive forces of the Eight-Part Pagoda. The Three Great Artifact Spirits, with their immense power, had fully entangled him, and the millions of Heaven Demons and Demon Kings' treasures were creating an impenetrable web of light, trapping him.
Without a Dao Artifact to defend himself, Dragon Daoist's physical form was vulnerable, and his attempts to break free were futile. Desperately, he wielded his Heavenly Law Manifestation, trying to tear through the web, but was unable to escape.
"This is insane! Are we actually going to kill a Ten-Thousand-Ages Grand Master?" The Black Ghost King, inside the Eight-Part Pagoda, marveled at the unfolding battle. Even he was shocked by Fang Han's boldness.
"I'll assist with everything I have!" Xingyun Baobao, also inside the Eight-Part Pagoda, roared, releasing the Sun-Moon Five Star Bracelet to protect the artifacts and ensure the Heaven Demons' powers didn't falter.
The Black Ghost King and Xingyun Baobao, alongside the Reincarnation King, worked together to fully suppress Dragon Daoist, preventing him from joining forces with the Wood Daoist.
Fang Han, now bent on defeating the weakened Wood Daoist, continued to unleash his terrifying techniques. His next move was a powerful one—the Immortal Slayer Technique.
This technique was a forbidden, supreme move that consumed the user's life force to unleash immense power. Each time it was used, it drained sixty years of life. The Ghost Emperor had once demonstrated this technique to Fang Han.
Without hesitation, Fang Han bit his own tongue, causing his blood to gush out in a torrent. The air was filled with the anguished cries of countless demons as blood rained down. The very heavens seemed to weep with the storm of blood.
Fang Han's life force drained away, but the power that surged from his Golden Core and divine abilities reached an unimaginable height. He could feel his life slipping away, but in exchange, his strength grew exponentially.
The skies darkened as the blood storm intensified, and Fang Han, like a force of nature, advanced forward. His fist collided with the Wood Daoist, and the heavens trembled with the force of the blow. The battle reached its critical point.
"This time, I'll prove that I can kill even a Ten-Thousand-Ages Grand Master!" Fang Han roared, his power unmatched in its intensity.