Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

The newcomer had a burly build and long arms, draped in a tattered robe, exuding an aura of unrestrained boldness.

He gazed at Fang Zheng, his eyes landing on the storage pouch, licking the corner of his mouth with a strange laugh:

"I suppose it was you who took down that flock of Thunderbirds? I wonder if you could spare an egg for this old man to taste?"

Fang Zheng’s face turned gloomy, and his five fingers trembled slightly.

The earlier clash saw him at a disadvantage, his body tempered by Elemental Thunder Skill inferior to the newcomer.

His five fingers were tingling with pain.

"Not giving it?"

Seeing Fang Zheng remain silent, the newcomer raised an eyebrow, seemingly displeased, and reached out directly:

"Then I’ll have to take it myself."

The two were separated by several zhang, but this distance was like being side by side for them, even audible in each other’s breaths.

He reached out.

His five fingers were already closing in on the storage pouch.

"Pa!"

Fang Zheng dropped his arm to block the movement, spinning around utilizing the Tai Chi Parry and Strike Technique.

No second thought, every action followed the body’s instinct.

"Peng!"

Their arms collided, the newcomer staggered, showing surprise on his face.

"Interesting!"

"You’re not very old, yet you could block my Cloud-Exploring Hand. It’s been years since I’ve met such an outstanding young person."

His voice carried admiration, but his moves didn’t slow down.

Both hands lunged forward in quick succession, filling the space with afterimages, the great Divine Hall’s air shrinking inward.

"Peng!"

The sound of air exploding was continuous.

Waves from the sonic booms kept spreading, the extreme speed making the space seem like flowing water.

So fast!

Fang Zheng’s eyes twitched, his heart filled with shock.

This speed, faster than even the Thunderbird King.

Keep in mind.

In the Yama Hall, Forbidden Techniques exist, making it difficult for anyone to exceed the peak cultivation of a Martial Artist.

Yet this person,

Even with only their current speed, outside, they could crush most Martial Arts Grandmasters.

If their strength weren’t suppressed...

Amidst the shock, Fang Zheng’s actions didn’t slow a bit, his hands lifted as if to seal and close.

At the same time.

"Swoosh!"

The Ghost King shot out from beneath his feet, rushing straight towards the opponent.

"Pa!"

Fang Zheng’s cheek twitched, watching as the opponent lightly waved their arm, knocking the Ghost King unconscious.

Knocked unconscious!

Indeed.

The Ghost King had no physical form, yet was struck on the head, its Ghost Body wobbling to the ground.

Such terrifying Martial Dao Will!

Only with Divine Will condensed and Martial Dao reaching the Transformation Realm can one penetrate all illusions, striking at the essence of everything.

The Ghost King,

In front of this person, appeared no different from a physical being.

"Humph!"

Fang Zheng grunted, his body shivered, True Qi roaring out, transforming into four Martial Dao Illusions.

Heart Intent—Hundred Rivers Converging!

The four Martial Dao Illusions simultaneously pounced; without a physical form, they need no defense, each strike a killing move.

Fang Zheng’s single hand lifted, Five Thunders Hand thunderously attacked.

He felt his True Qi tremble, lightning manifesting in his palm, bolts of lightning as thick as bowls striking down.

Huh?

This power...

Whether it was from drinking Thunderbird Egg Liquid or refining the Thunder God’s Divine Bone, Fang Zheng clearly felt that his execution of Thunder Skills was smoother, and the power stronger.

The power had doubled.

An ordinary move like Five Thunders Hand could now unleash the power to split mountains and stones, enough to threaten a Master’s life and death.

Keep in mind,

Here he could only exert the cultivation of Great Perfection.

This means, even with just Great Perfection, the current Fang Zheng has the ability to kill a Master.

"Boom!"

Under the frenzied joint attack of Five Thunders Hand and the four Martial Dao Illusions, the newcomer finally retreated a step.

In the next moment.

The newcomer bent a finger into a sword, lightly slashing toward the charging four Martial Dao Illusions.

"Sss..."

Sword Intent tore through the void, silently cutting through the Martial Dao Illusions’ throats, then pointed at Fang Zheng’s fist edge.

When he lowered the sword finger, the Martial Dao Illusions had already vanished, and Fang Zheng also staggered back with a muffled grunt.

How could it be?

Fang Zheng’s heart pounded wildly, the next moment he unleashed numerous magical artifacts, swarming towards the opponent.

Separation and Union Divine Light!

White Bone Evil!

Wind and Fire!

...

"Quite a few methods, but unfortunately they are chaotic and disorderly."

The newcomer flickered through the onslaught like an agile ape, seeming perilous but actually unharmed:

"Little child, you lack a Dharma Gate that can unify everything, or your whole life will remain as it is."

As he spoke.

He had already broken through multiple interceptions and forced his way close.

"Swish!"

Fang Zheng’s eyes shone brightly, and the panic on his face dissipated, replaced by a solemn expression.

Heart Intent—Primordial One!

His body lightly trembled, countless rays of thunder burst forth from between his hands, the shadows of his fists rolled, instantly engulfing the opponent.

Sea of Consciousness.

Images continuously emerged.

They were...

Diagrams of the eight major systems of the human body recreated by Earth’s top research institutions based on his physique.

Nervous, skeletal, muscular, visceral, cardiovascular, lymphatic, digestive, respiratory systems...

Scientists have delved deeply into the study of the human body.

This realm’s cultivators, moreover, delve into meridians and Divine Soul, using them as a basis to evolve various Martial Arts.

As for Fang Zheng,

With the peak technology of both worlds, he reconstructed his Martial Arts, letting the force exertion techniques of Heart Intent Fist reach a certain pinnacle.

Of course,

Presently, it can only exert power at close range.

The hard stone slabs underfoot became soft like flowing water, rippling layers of invisible power along the body’s eight major cycles, converging essence, energy, and spirit into the force of his fists.

With each punch,

reaching the peak of his physique.

Additionally enhanced by secret techniques like One-Character Heart-Clearing Slash, Seven Kills Spell, Celestial Secret Compass, the power of the boxing was stronger, and the techniques were more perfected.

"Bang!"

"Bang Bang!"

The sounds of collisions were continuous.

Upon closer listening,

there seemed to be a special resonance within them.

"Hiss..."

Several sword lights abruptly appeared, sweeping through the void in arcs, passing Fang Zheng with an inconceivable speed.

"Bang!"

Both retreated simultaneously.

Fang Zheng’s body shuddered, touching the deep sword marks on him, his eyes showing a few traces of confusion and incomprehension.

Finally, it turned into a face of bitterness.

The last few sword lights shattered his Fist Intent like rot, making everything appear quite ridiculous.

Rogue Immortal!

How can there be a Rogue Immortal here?

"Good boxing!"

"Good Martial Arts!"

The newcomer praised:

"What should I call you?"

"Fang Zheng." Fang Zheng sighed and saluted:

"Heart Martial True Skill!"

"A fine Heart Martial True Skill!" The newcomer admired:

"Purely in terms of Martial Dao techniques, this skill can be called the best I’ve seen in hundreds of years, even the Ruyi Celestial Demon Saber is slightly inferior."

"Unfortunately..."

"Fist Intent is weak, and your cultivation base is lacking."

Fang Zheng opened his mouth, somewhat speechless.

The Ruyi Celestial Demon Saber is one of the Ten Great Divine Skills in the world, how can his Heart Martial True Skill compare?

"The wine is good."

The newcomer shook the gourd in his hand, grinning:

"Familiar taste, though better than mine."

Fang Zheng’s eyes contracted, heart filled with astonishment.

The wine gourd in the newcomer’s hand was decidedly the last bit of Monkey Wine he kept in his Storage Pouch.

Currently...

This man could disregard the ban on the Storage Pouch and directly fetch things from inside?

Just now, while dealing with himself, did he have spare energy to take the Monkey Wine?

Suddenly,

a feeling of powerlessness welled up within.

However, regarding the other’s identity, Fang Zheng also had some guesses, and slowly lost his fear, as the person before him was not one to kill indiscriminately.

"I have a few more Thunderbird Eggs."

He saluted, saying:

"If Elder doesn’t mind, why not add them to the wine for taste?"

"Haha..." The newcomer laughed heartily:

"Fine!"

Fang Zheng’s heart relaxed, then his eyebrows slightly raised.

Unknowingly, his Yama Heart Sutra had already broken through, reaching the level of Magical Sage.

"By the way."

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don’t."

"My surname is Yuan."

"Elder Yuan."

Fang Zheng clasped his fist in salute.

One of the ten Great Celestial Demons under heaven, the Sword Ape!

It was indeed him!