Cultivating To Immortality

Fang Hong did not waste any time and quickly arrived at the battlefield.

He stood in the clouds high in the sky, looking down at the intense battle below, and instantly grasped the situation of the entire battlefield.

Fang Hong did not focus his attention on the low-rank cultivators in the chaotic melee, but rather on the battle between several Nascent Soul Cultivators.

At one end of the battlefield, six old men in the Nascent Soul Realm were engaged in a fierce struggle, with spells continuously roaring, spiritual artifacts shining brightly, and attacking each other relentlessly, their aura not weak.

Fang Hong did not recognize any of these six Nascent Soul old men, but judging by their age and cultivation, he speculated that they should be the most respected Old Ancestor-rank figures from the three major sects.

Fang Hong observed from high in the sky for a moment, and a rough judgment of the battle situation formed in his mind.

The Netherworld Sect had two Nascent Soul Cultivators, one of whom had reached the Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivation, and the other was a Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

On the other hand, the High Heaven Sect and Divine Fire Sect together had four Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Although they had an advantage in numbers, they were slightly inferior in terms of cultivation realm.

Among these four, two were Nascent Soul Middle Stage, and two were only Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Comparing them comprehensively, the Netherworld Sect's high-rank combat power was stronger; if the two sects of Sand Country did not have powerful trump cards, then defeat was only a matter of time.

In such large-scale sect battles, the key to victory or defeat often did not lie in the struggle of the lower-rank disciples, but rather depended on the combat power of the sect's high-rank.

Once the high-rank combat power was defeated, it meant the war was over.

However, the outcome of the war was not Fang Hong's main concern.

Fang Hong was not here to watch the show; he suddenly unfurled his Swift Wind Wings behind him, his figure transforming into a golden light, and charged directly towards the Nascent Soul battlefield.

"Who? Who's there?"

"Who goes there?"

Fang Hong's sudden appearance startled all six Nascent Soul Cultivators who were in the midst of a fierce battle.

Fang Hong's powerful aura of a Nascent Soul Peak exploded like thunder, causing the faces of the six Nascent Soul Cultivators present to change dramatically, their expressions wary, as if facing a formidable enemy, unsure for a moment whether Fang Hong was friend or foe.

However, the next moment, Fang Hong gave his "answer"—his figure flickered, and he teleported next to an old man of the Divine Fire Sect in the Nascent Soul Early Stage, calmly striking out with a palm.

Bang!

A muffled sound came, and the old man in the Nascent Soul Early Stage rolled his eyes, his whole body trembled, all his magical power collapsed, and he fainted directly, without even a chance to resist.

Fang Hong raised his hand and, with a gesture, placed the old man into a miniature small house at his waist.

This small house was actually an ancient spatial spiritual artifact, with its own space inside, capable of holding living people, an ancient treasure Fang Hong had obtained from Tang Tian.

Although the space inside the small house was not large, it was more than enough to imprison a few living people.

"Your Excellency, who exactly are you? Why did you suddenly launch a sneak attack and kill my Divine Fire Sect Elder?"

Fang Hong's unannounced attack left the Divine Fire Sect Old Ancestor both startled and enraged.

Old Ancestor Youmo from the Netherworld Sect was also somewhat bewildered; could this person be an ally of the Netherworld Sect? But why did he have no impression of him at all, as if he had never seen such a person.

Fang Hong did not reply, his figure flickered, and he teleported out of sight; this time, he appeared next to the Netherworld Sect's Nascent Soul Middle Stage old man.

"Ahhhh."

The old man was scared to death; he wanted to escape, but it was too late, Fang Hong's palm had already landed on his chest.

The Nascent Soul Middle Stage old man immediately rolled his eyes, his magical power was also scattered, and he completely fainted, imprisoned by Fang Hong in the spatial ancient spiritual artifact.

This scene left the several Old Ancestors present dumbfounded; for a moment, the remaining four Nascent Soul Old Ancestors fell into confusion.

Whose side was this person on? Why was he attacking everyone?

"Damn it. This person is a lunatic. Let's join forces and kill him first." The Netherworld Sect's Nascent Soul Late Stage Old Ancestor was the first to react, roaring loudly and proposing a joint attack.

The scene immediately became incredibly bizarre; the powerhouses of the three sects, who had just been fighting to the death, were now joining forces to fight Fang Hong?

Fang Hong smiled, unmoved; even if these few joined forces, they were just a few insignificant small waves, incapable of stirring up much of a storm.

He once again used the Swift Wind Secret Technique, his figure transforming into a series of afterimages, instantly appearing beside another Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, his fist striking out like a swift thunder, once again knocking the opponent unconscious and collecting him into the small house.

The remaining three Old Ancestors were already terrified; they all urged their spiritual artifacts to launch an offensive against Fang Hong, but no matter how fierce their attacks were, they couldn't even touch Fang Hong's clothes.

"Ahhh."

A few breaths later, the two Nascent Soul Middle Stage Old Ancestors of the High Heaven Sect and Divine Fire Sect successively let out screams, falling one after another under Fang Hong's thunderous offensive, and were also collected into that spatial ancient spiritual artifact.

In the blink of an eye, of the six originally imposing Nascent Soul Cultivators, only the Netherworld Sect's Nascent Soul Late Stage Old Ancestor was still barely holding on.

Old Ancestor Youmo's old face twitched incessantly, almost scared out of his wits, no longer having the slightest battle intent in his heart, he frantically fled into the distance.

Fang Hong's strength was too terrifying; Nascent Soul Cultivators were like animals that could be slaughtered at will in front of him, completely defenseless.

"What kind of monster have I encountered? If I had known this, I shouldn't have come to attack Sand Country."

Old Ancestor Youmo cursed as he fled, his figure transforming into swirls of purple mist, frantically escaping into the distance without looking back, not even bothering with his disciples.

However, he hadn't fled far when a golden light flashed before his eyes; Fang Hong had already blocked his path, arms crossed, his expression leisurely, appearing not to be in a hurry at all.

"Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist. Let's talk this over properly; it seems there isn't much enmity between us, right?"

Old Ancestor Youmo's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his voice trembling, extremely flustered.

"If Fellow Daoist wants the territory of Sand Country, my Netherworld Sect would never dare to covet it, and I swear I will never step into Sand Country again."

"People, territory, everything, I want it all."

Fang Hong simply replied with this short sentence, then transformed into a blazing golden light and pounced on Old Ancestor Youmo.

"Damn it. Even if this Old Ancestor dies, I will not die alone."

Youmo Old Ancestor was forced into a corner, his whole body's demonic qi surged, seeing that he could not escape, he actually tried to detonate his Nascent Soul, intending to drag Fang Hong down with him.

However, in front of Fang Hong, he didn't even have the right to self-destruct.

Fang Hong's figure flickered, he raised his hand and grabbed his neck, Evil-repelling divine thunder surged out, instantly crushing his magical power, and completely subduing him.