Cultivating To Immortality

Fang Hong wanted to visit those ancient sects to see if there were any other gains.

He would also collect all the cultivation technique legacies from the various sects to further refine his Ten Thousand Laws Origin Demon Art, making this cultivation technique even stronger.

Anyway, the high-level combatants of those sects had already perished in the Misty Immortal Mansion, and on the entire Azure Holy Continent, no one could truly stop his footsteps now.

He could completely and boldly collect the things he needed without any worries.

Time passed quickly, and three months went by in a flash.

During these three months, Fang Hong had, as planned, visited the headquarters of major sects such as Fallen Immortal Sect, Sword Immortal Sect, and Creation Sect.

Fang Hong successfully entered the Scripture Pavilion of each sect and successfully collected the core cultivation technique legacies of various sects and sects without encountering any real obstacles.

These cultivation techniques each had their own characteristics and various attributes, and Fang Hong intended to review them one by one, extracting their essence and discarding their dross, continuously refining and strengthening his Ten Thousand Laws Origin Demon Art.

Of course, in addition to collecting cultivation techniques, Fang Hong also subdued several Elders with certain strength and prestige in each sect during his visit to their headquarters.

When the Azure Emperor Holy Land integrated the various forces of the Azure Holy Continent, these Elders taking the lead would make the integration process much easier, avoiding too many unnecessary conflicts.

After visiting the various sects, Fang Hong did not return to the Holy Land; instead, using a Void Secret Technique, he crossed the endless star sea in the blink of an eye and returned to his hometown, the Heavenly Profound Realm.

At the southernmost part of the Heavenly Profound Realm lies a Four Directions Continent.

The area of this Continent is almost the same as Fang Hong's hometown, the Heavenly Azure Continent, and many mortals and cultivators also live here.

The Four Directions Continent was once a place where cultivation sects stood in great numbers, with hundreds of large and small sects combined.

Although there were frictions and struggles between them, they jointly maintained the order of the continent's cultivation world, forming a scene of a hundred sects of thought contending.

However, such a situation was completely broken many years ago by a sudden change.

A cultivator named Zhao suddenly appeared on the continent; his cultivation was unfathomable, and his actions were ruthless and decisive, sweeping across many cultivation sects on the c.ontinent with his own strength.

Ultimately, this cultivator named Zhao, relying on absolute strength, ruled the entire Four Directions Continent and established a Cultivation Empire that dominated one side.

At this moment, in a quiet hall deep within the Imperial Palace, a black-robed middle-aged man was sitting on a futon, meditating and performing Qi Refining.

This black-robed middle-aged man was Zhao Wenjun, who once had a period of enmity with Fang Hong.

After Zhao Wenjun escaped from the Thunder Sovereign Secret Realm back then, a shadow always hung over his heart.

He feared that Fang Hong, once his cultivation reached Great Success in the future, would come seeking revenge.

To preserve his own life and the lives of his family, Zhao Wenjun took his entire family, old and young, and left the Shenwu Sect, fleeing southwards until they finally arrived at the relatively remote Four Directions Continent.

Relying on his strength, which far surpassed the native Cultivators of the Four Directions Continent, Zhao Wenjun felt right at home as soon as he arrived.

At that time, he already possessed the cultivation of Divine Transformation Early Stage, existing almost like a god on this Continent where the highest cultivation was merely the Nascent Soul Realm.

He didn't take much effort to sweep across the entire cultivation world of the Four Directions Continent with thunderous methods.

Thus, Zhao Wenjun successfully established the Four Directions Empire, and he himself ascended to the throne as the Emperor of the Empire, known as Zhao Emperor.

Over these years, he resided deep within the Imperial Palace, enjoying the worship of everyone, and his life was quite carefree and comfortable.

After so many years, Zhao Wenjun did not stop cultivating.

Relying on the resources plundered from the Continent, his cultivation quickly rose to Divine Transformation peak, only one step away from the Void Refining realm, making him unrivaled throughout the entire Four Directions Continent.

Just as Zhao Wenjun was immersed in his Cultivation, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of alarm flashed within them.

In that instant, he felt a powerful Divine Sense silently sweep across the entire Imperial Palace.

The strength of that Divine Sense made him feel fear from the depths of his soul.

Zhao Wenjun immediately stood up from the futon and quickly walked out of the main hall, wanting to find the source of that powerful Divine Sense.

However, he carefully sensed for a while outside the hall but found no abnormalities, as if that Divine Sense had never appeared.

"Strange, that Divine Sense just now was so powerful, definitely not something an ordinary person could possess. Was it my hallucination?" Zhao Wenjun frowned deeply, his heart filled with doubt.

He shook his head, then turned and walked back into the main hall, intending to continue cultivating, but the tremor in his heart could not be quelled.

However, as soon as Zhao Wenjun turned around, before his feet had fully stepped into the main hall, he saw a figure he would never forget in his life.

A Black-robed Youth, he didn't know when, had already sat on a chair on the left side of the main hall.

The Black-robed Youth's lips curved into a faint smile, and he was looking at him with great interest.

As soon as Zhao Wenjun saw this Black-robed youth, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his heart violently trembled.

A chill instantly shot from the soles of his feet straight to his head, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, even his teeth couldn't help but chatter slightly.

He was too familiar with this figure; no matter how much time passed, he would never forget him.

It was precisely the Cultivator surnamed Fang, whom he had dreaded day and night and desperately wanted to avoid back then.

That's right, this Black-robed Youth was Fang Hong.

His primary task upon returning to the Heavenly Profound Realm this time was to find Zhao Wenjun and settle the grievances from back then.

The fear in Zhao Wenjun's heart grew stronger; he wanted to escape from this hall, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

He couldn't even mobilize a trace of his spiritual power, only able to stand stiffly in place, like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

"We meet again, Zhao Emperor." Fang Hong greeted him with a smile, as if meeting a good friend he hadn't seen in many years.

But in Zhao Wenjun's eyes, that smile was more terrifying than a knife.

"Why, even after so many years, why won't you let me go?" Zhao Wenjun's voice trembled, and he spoke with a face full of despair.

Although he couldn't see through Fang Hong's current cultivation at all, and the aura on Fang Hong seemed ordinary, it was precisely this ordinariness that made him feel even more desperate.

The gap between Fang Hong and him had reached an incredible degree; now, for Fang Hong to kill him, it would probably be simpler than crushing an ant.

"A gentleman's revenge is never too old." Fang Hong put away his smile and replied simply.

From that day on, a piece of news that shocked the entire Four Directions Continent began to spread.

Zhao Wenjun, the founding Emperor of the Four Directions Empire, and all his clan members, mysteriously vanished without a trace.

Whether it was the imperial family members deep within the Imperial Palace or the Zhao clan members scattered in various places, they all disappeared without a trace, leaving no clues behind.