Cultivating To Immortality

Ancestor Long Ze's expression was exceedingly grim.

He did not utter another word. With a flip of his right hand, a golden pearl appeared in his palm.

Immediately after, he sharply flicked his wrist, and the golden pearl shot into the air, its light suddenly intensifying, an dazzling golden glow enveloping the surroundings.

Fang Hong felt the scene before him twist, and the environment around him completely changed.

The original Dragon God Mountain Range vanished, replaced by an boundless, desolate wilderness.

Looking around, there were only exposed rocks and withered yellow weeds everywhere.

Fang Hong surveyed his surroundings, understanding that the golden pearl earlier must have been a space-type Immortal Artifact.

Those Dragon Clan Old Ancestors intended to trap him in this independent space to fight, preventing the aftermath of the battle from damaging the Dragon Clan Holy Land.

"This is the God Imprisoning Pearl, an Immortal Artifact passed down in our Dragon Clan for a long time. Once activated, the space will be completely sealed."

"Human, today you stepped into our Dragon Clan Holy Land and harmed our Elder. Do not even think of leaving safely." Long Ze said coldly, his killing intent rising.

"Then let's fight." Fang Hong remained unfazed, his eyes calmly fixed on Ancestor Long Ze, his tone indifferent.

"Courting death."

At this moment, an Old Ancestor in a red robe couldn't help but charge out first.

His face was filled with fury, his eyes bloodshot; he was clearly enraged by Fang Hong's killing of Elder Long Zhan.

He flickered, instantly appearing before Fang Hong, his right hand clenched into a fist, striking fiercely towards Fang Hong's chest.

This red-robed Old Ancestor's strength was not weak; he was a Late Stage Mahayana Cultivator, and he was even using the Dragon Fist Secret Art.

Wherever his fist passed, the ground was torn apart by the punch's wind, its power astonishing.

Facing this powerful and heavy punch, Fang Hong showed no intention of dodging; instead, a smile played on the corner of his mouth.

Fang Hong also unleashed his Dragon Fist.

With a powerful swing of his arm, a golden fist, carrying a world-destroying Aura, fiercely collided with the red-robed Old Ancestor's red fist.

Bang.

The moment the two fists met, a loud bang echoed throughout the desolate wilderness, and a violent impact spread in all directions.

The hard rocks beneath their feet instantly shattered under this terrifying force, sending countless fragments flying.

A massive crater rapidly formed centered on the two, and the edges of the pit continued to expand.

Immediately after, a red figure was violently sent flying backward, smashing through several rocks taller than a man along the way, sending rock fragments scattering everywhere.

The red figure only stopped after crashing into a massive stone wall with a boom.

Everyone looked closely and saw it was the red-robed Old Ancestor who had attacked first.

At this moment, his right arm was completely shattered, a bloody mess, and blood continuously dripped from his arm, indicating he was severely injured.

In contrast, Fang Hong remained in his punching posture, standing perfectly still, his face still bearing that calm and composed expression.

"Dragon, Dragon Fist. He's using our Dragon Clan's Dragon Fist?"

Cries of shock and anger erupted from the mouths of the Dragon Clan Old Ancestors.

"Damn it. What despicable method did this Human use to steal our Clan's core Secret Art, passed down for ten thousand years?"

All the Old Ancestors present were aghast, unable to accept the scene before them.

A Human Cultivator could actually wield the Dragon Clan's most proudly held Secret Art with such proficiency.

"This person's strength is unfathomable; we must not be careless in the slightest. Attack with full power and ensure he is killed on the spot."

"Activate the Dragon Shadow Slaughtering formation."

Ancestor Long Ze was the first to recover, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

If this Human were allowed to leave today, he would surely become a major threat to the Dragon Clan in the future. He immediately roared loudly.

Before his words finished, Long Ze shot into the sky, his magical power surging around him, emitting a terrifying pressure.

The other Old Ancestors dared not hesitate either; one by one, they flew into the sky, quickly spreading out according to a certain orientation.

Their Auras connected, subtly forming the outline of an incomparably profound formation diagram.

The Old Ancestors quickly chanted incantations, golden light patterns continuously bursting from their fingertips, and their bodies glowed brightly.

In an instant, a profound formation suddenly rose from the ground, and a light golden barrier instantly closed, trapping Fang Hong below.

Inside the formation, killing intent permeated the air.

Fang Hong stood in the center of the formation, his expression still calm, without the slightest panic. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest, quietly observing the Old Ancestors' performance.

That composure only further enraged the Dragon Clan Old Ancestors in the sky.

"Arrogant Human. How dare you despise us like this? You are simply courting death."

An Old Ancestor with a fiery temper, seeing Fang Hong's posture, immediately became furious and shouted sternly.

"Dragon Shadow Slaughtering formation, activate with full power, kill him."

With Ancestor Long Ze's command, the clouds high above the formation suddenly churned violently.

Immediately after, streaks of red Dragon Shadows abruptly appeared.

The number of Dragon Shadows grew, densely packed, like a torrential downpour, wildly pouring down from the sky.

Each Dragon Shadow bared its fangs and claws, carrying terrifying destructive power, distorting space wherever it passed.

In a blink of an eye, countless Dragon Shadows submerged Fang Hong within the formation, his figure no longer visible.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Inside the formation, intense explosions erupted one after another, red light shot out in all directions, and heaven and earth roared violently at this moment.

The Old Ancestors' faces showed ruthlessness as they continuously chanted incantations, pouring their magical power into the formation, vowing to completely blast Fang Hong into dust.

It must be said that these Dragon Clan Old Ancestors were truly deranged in their efforts to kill Fang Hong.

Such a frantic bombardment lasted for half an incense stick's time before they stopped, nervously staring at the center of the formation, hoping to see Fang Hong's remains completely obliterated.

The red light within the formation gradually dissipated, and as the dust settled, Fang Hong's figure clearly emerged.

Fang Hong still maintained his posture with folded arms, his demeanor calm and composed, and his clothes were perfectly intact, not even a corner of his garment was torn.

The Swift Wind Wings on his back were already spread, their feathers gently trembling, his figure subtly flickering in place, as if the destructive bombardment just now was merely a gentle breeze to him.

"What?"

"This... how is this possible? How is he completely unharmed? This is simply illogical."

The Old Ancestors saw Fang Hong standing there completely unscathed, not even a single hair damaged, and their eyes almost popped out, their faces filled with shock.

The Old Ancestors' faces twitched uncontrollably; they had expended a massive amount of magical power, toiled for so long, and yet they hadn't even managed to harm a single hair on him.