Cultivating To Immortality

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Fang Hong continuously threw heavy punches, a sky full of fist shadows appearing in the air, striking Zhao Wenjun's armor with loud thuds.

Due to Fang Hong's incredibly fast punching speed, Zhao Wenjun could only passively defend, frantically mobilizing his magic power to reinforce his armor's defense.

After barely holding on for dozens of breaths, Zhao Wenjun suddenly caught sight of a tiny crack appearing on his armor.

His heart sank. If this continued, his armor would completely shatter before his magic power was even depleted. At that point, he feared he would be pounded into a meat paste.

"Damn it."

Zhao Wenjun roared, and a dazzling red light suddenly erupted from his body. He transformed into a crimson streak of light, shooting towards the outside of the palace.

Fang Hong's magic power was sealed, so he couldn't fly, but with the speed of his physical body, he still managed to give chase.

Zhao Wenjun glanced back at this scene, filled with shock and anger. He continuously unleashed flame spells to obstruct Fang Hong, but Fang Hong easily dodged them all.

In a flash, Zhao Wenjun flew out of the palace passage and directly ascended into the high sky.

He looked down, seeing Fang Hong far below on the ground. A sneer appeared on his face. Fang Hong couldn't fly now, so he wouldn't be able to hit him.

However, the next moment, he was utterly dumbfounded.

Fang Hong stomped hard on the ground with one foot, and with a loud sound he leaped directly into the high sky, appearing before Zhao Wenjun.

"Is this guy really human?" Zhao Wenjun was completely bewildered.

Cultivators needed magic power to fly, but Fang Hong, relying solely on his physical body, jumped thousands of feet into the sky!

Fang Hong ignored Zhao Wenjun's shock and immediately delivered a solid kick to Zhao Wenjun's chest.

Bang.

Zhao Wenjun was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a distant mountain peak.

After the loud crash, a huge hole was actually smashed into the side of the mountain peak, and countless gravel rolled down the mountain wall.

Fang Hong used the speed of his descent from the high sky to rapidly dive down, clearly intending to stomp Zhao Wenjun into a meat paste.

Zhao Wenjun had just climbed out of the mountain's rubble. He looked up and saw the rapidly descending black shadow, and a chill of death instantly enveloped his entire body.

He scrambled and rolled, transforming into a streak of light and moving sideways.

Boom.

Fang Hong's stomp indeed missed Zhao Wenjun, but it instead shattered the entire massive mountain peak into pieces.

Countless broken rocks floated in mid-air, blocking out the sky.

Zhao Wenjun hovered not far away, looking at the floating belt of shattered rocks. His back was instantly drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding in terror.

This was no human cultivator; this was clearly an Ancient Beasts in human skin, even more terrifying than a beast.

If he had been even half a second slower just now, he would have probably been shattered to pieces like that mountain.

Zhao Wenjun now felt some regret. He shouldn't have provoked such a monster.

"Zhao Wenjun, die for me."

Fang Hong's roar came from within the shattered rocks. He continuously flickered and moved through the debris, swiftly flashing before Zhao Wenjun and forcefully unleashing his strongest punch, striking Zhao Wenjun's spiritual treasure armor.

Crack.

With a sharp, violent snap, Zhao Wenjun's spiritual treasure armor finally couldn't bear the load and began to crack from his chest, golden fragments scattering in all directions.

He spat out fresh blood and was sent flying backward again, crashing into another floating boulder, smashing the rock to pieces.

Fang Hong rapidly leaped among the shattered rocks, throwing a punch, intending to completely kill Zhao Wenjun.

"Ahhhh."

Zhao Wenjun's face was distorted in a ferocious grimace as he roared. A palm-sized bronze disk suddenly flew out of the storage bag at his waist.

The disk was covered in talismans. When activated by magic power, it suddenly expanded, and a translucent white light shield enveloped him.

Fang Hong's fist struck the light shield squarely, but the anticipated sound of shattering did not occur.

Instead, a recoil force spread up his arm, and then he was uncontrollably sent flying backward, crashing into a pile of shattered rocks a few feet away.

The bronze disk behind Zhao Wenjun spun rapidly, and the white light shield suddenly erupted with dazzling light.

Under Fang Hong's astonished gaze, Zhao Wenjun's figure, along with the light shield, twisted and faded, finally transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the sky, leaving no trace of his aura.

"What?"

Fang Hong climbed out of the pile of shattered rocks, his face full of astonishment.

Zhao Wenjun actually possessed such a strange spiritual artifact, capable of instantly teleporting an entire person, like a mobile teleportation array.

It was a pity. Fang Hong's magic power and Divine Sense were both sealed, so he couldn't sense the direction of Zhao Wenjun's escape. He could only watch him slip away.

"Damn it, I'll kill him immediately once I'm out of the Small World." Fang Hong felt a bit frustrated.

How could this Zhao Wenjun have so many treasures?

Spiritual treasure armor, spiritual treasure sword, the demonic secret art that could seal magic power, and the teleportation spiritual artifact just now—each one was extraordinary.

The more Fang Hong thought about it, the more he felt something was off. Had this guy perhaps obtained the inheritance of some ancient powerful being?

Fang Hong stopped thinking about it and quickly returned to Thunder Venerable's palace, lest Zhao Wenjun secretly double back and snatch his spiritual treasures.

Not long after, Fang Hong returned to the palace. Fortunately, his dropped spiritual treasures were still there, as was Zhao Wenjun's spiritual treasure longsword.

It seemed Zhao Wenjun had truly fled, abandoning even his own spiritual treasure.

Fang Hong collected the scattered spiritual treasures one by one, then walked to a corner of the palace, sat down cross-legged, and began to quietly wait for the seal to be lifted.

Half an hour later, Fang Hong suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a warm current surge through his dantian. His restrained magic power could finally be used.

Looking back now, the demonic seal secret art that Zhao Wenjun used was truly sinister, capable of sealing another's magic power.

If Fang Hong hadn't been tempered by the Dragon Suppressing Cauldron for years, making his physical body strong, he would probably have been at the mercy of others today.

This made Fang Hong realize even more the importance of training the physical body. Even if his magic power were to disappear one day, he would still have the strength of his physical body as a last resort.

Afterward, Fang Hong continued to explore the palace, seeing if he could find any other treasures.

Two hours later, Fang Hong left the palace.

He had searched the entire palace and found no other gains apart from those few stone chambers.

Since the palace had been explored, Fang Hong should now focus on finding spirit medicine. After all, this was Thunder Venerable's Immortal Cave, and he should have left some spirit medicine before his ascension.

Fang Hong took out the spirit sensing disk, infused it with magic power, and began to wander through the ancient forest, hoping to find all the medicinal ingredients needed to refine the Saint Spirit Pill and the Breaking Void Pill.

Fang Hong flew for a while, and soon, the spirit sensing disk located a millennium-old spirit medicine.

Fang Hong immediately rushed over. Upon arriving at the location, he indeed found a millennium-old spirit medicine, and it was one of the ingredients for refining the Breaking Void Pill.

However, besides the spirit medicine, there was also a Divine Transformation Stage Ancient Beast guarding it, which Fang Hong easily eliminated.

Fang Hong put away the spirit medicine and continued to use the spirit sensing disk to search the surroundings.