Cultivating To Immortality

"You old geezers, all you do is stir up useless dust." Fang Hong patted his shoulders, teasing them.

Upon hearing this, the Old Ancestors were so enraged they almost spat blood on the spot, their faces twitching uncontrollably and turning crimson.

Even Ancestor Long Ze, who was usually quite composed, couldn't help but clench his fists, the killing intent in his eyes practically overflowing.

"It's an Immortal Artifact. Those damn wings of his are definitely Immortal Artifacts."

An Old Ancestor, whose cultivation had reached the Mahayana Late Stage, stared intently at the Swift Wind Wings behind Fang Hong, finally realizing the crucial point.

"Everyone, continue to activate the formation and trap him. Even if he has an Immortal Artifact protecting him, he can't keep activating it forever."

"How immense is the consumption of an Immortal Artifact? When his spiritual power is exhausted, that will be his time of death."

Ancestor Long Ze quickly calmed down and immediately devised a counter-strategy, speaking loudly to the other Old Ancestors.

However, no sooner had Long Ze's voice faded than Fang Hong's figure transformed into a white streak of light, even before the other Old Ancestors could react.

He instantly passed through the formation's light barrier at an incredibly exaggerated speed, then quickly circled around the Old Ancestors.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

A series of dull explosions echoed in the sky, each accompanied by the pained cry of an Old Ancestor.

In less than a breath, the Old Ancestors, who had been suspended in the sky, plummeted rapidly, crashing heavily to the ground.

Continuous rumbling sounds created twenty-five large pits of varying depths, with smoke and dust billowing.

Meanwhile, Fang Hong's figure had, at some unknown point, ascended to the sky, looking down at the group of Old Ancestors struggling to get up below.

The Old Ancestors laboriously climbed out of the large pits, each clutching their unbearably painful abdomens, their faces pale.

Their gazes towards Fang Hong were filled with shock and anger, along with a hint of undisguised fear.

"Su-such terrifying speed. So fast that I couldn't even sense it." Ancestor Long Ze was utterly horrified.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had encountered an opponent with such terrifying speed.

"You're right, I indeed cannot activate an Immortal Artifact for a long time, but it's more than enough to deal with you all," Fang Hong said calmly.

"Human, don't be so arrogant. Don't think you're the only one with Immortal Artifacts."

The Old Ancestors stood up again, and behind Long Ze, three golden light clusters appeared. As the light clusters dissipated, they revealed three Immortal Artifacts within.

A golden giant axe, a golden great saber, and a golden longsword.

As soon as the three Immortal Artifacts appeared, they emitted dazzling Immortal Light, and a powerful pressure permeated the air.

Fang Hong focused his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips. These three Immortal Artifacts were likely the Dragon Clan's ultimate trump cards.

"Die, human. Today, let me show you the might of my Dragon Clan's Immortal Artifacts."

The twenty-five Dragon Clan Old Ancestors roared in unison, then frantically injected their remaining magical power into the three Immortal Artifacts.

Under the infusion of magical power, the three Immortal Artifacts began to rapidly expand.

In the blink of an eye, they became as colossal as mountains, with Immortal Light flowing erratically, and the aura they emanated was earth-shattering.

"Hehe, I also have a few Immortal Artifacts of my own," Fang Hong chuckled, no longer holding back.

Fang Hong gently raised his hands, and seventy-two nirvana divine thunder swords, shimmering with black light, instantly flew out from within him, hovering behind him.

Under the continuous infusion of magical power, they instantly transformed into seventy-two enormous black greatswords.

Each greatsword exuded a destructive aura, with Nirvana Divine Thunder constantly moving along its blade, facing the Dragon Clan's three golden Immortal Artifacts from afar, creating a shocking scene.

"Wh-what?"

"Se-seventy-two Immortal Swords. How is this possible? How could he possess so many Immortal Artifacts?"

The Old Ancestors, seeing the seventy-two black greatswords hovering behind Fang Hong, had their eyes wide open, their expressions instantly frozen, completely dumbfounded on the spot.

Their faces filled with shock, they even forgot to continue activating their Immortal Artifacts, their minds blank, completely stunned by the sight before them.

"Impossible. Is this guy still a normal Human Cultivator? To be able to activate seventy-two Immortal Swords simultaneously, this simply defies all logic."

"What Heaven-Defying divine art did he cultivate to possess such terrifying magical power?" Ancestor Long Ze's voice trembled with fright.

"Come, let's clash and see whose Immortal Artifacts are more powerful, or if my Immortal Swords are stronger."

Fang Hong appeared relaxed, merely waving his hand casually, and the seventy-two greatswords beside him charged fiercely towards the Old Ancestors opposite.

The Old Ancestors had no choice but to brace themselves and push their Immortal Artifacts forward, meeting Fang Hong's seventy-two Immortal Swords.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Violent collision sounds rang out continuously. Three Immortal Artifacts against seventy-two Immortal Swords was simply not a contest of the same magnitude.

In a few breaths, the Dragon Clan's three Immortal Artifacts were struck by the Immortal Swords and sent flying backward, falling heavily to the ground with dull thuds.

The Old Ancestors were once again uncontrollably sent flying backward, landing on the ground, their faces pale. Clearly, activating their Immortal Artifacts to counter the Immortal Swords had consumed a large amount of their magical power.

Looking at Fang Hong, he still stood in the sky, his expression serene.

After completing their attack, the seventy-two Immortal Swords slowly flew back, re-hovering beside him, the light on their blades undiminished.

This scene, witnessed by the Old Ancestors, filled their hearts with despair.

Roar.

Ancestor Long Ze suddenly roared furiously, his entire body instantly enveloped in green light. In the blink of an eye, he shed his human form and reverted to his True Dragon body.

The other Old Ancestors, seeing that Ancestor Long Ze had returned to his true form, no longer hesitated and likewise reverted to their respective True Dragon forms, intending to engage in a final battle with Fang Hong.

Twenty-five enormous True Dragons coiled in the sky, their colossal bodies almost obscuring half the sky, tightly surrounding Fang Hong.

Each True Dragon opened its gaping maw, emitting deafening roars of destructive Dragon sound.

Fang Hong's figure appeared exceptionally tiny before these twenty-five colossal True Dragons.

But his expression remained calm, without the slightest fear. The light on the Immortal Swords grew even more dazzling, emitting an even stronger aura.

"Kill." Fang Hong fully activated the seventy-two Immortal Swords, charging with an indomitable Aura towards the Divine Beasts surrounding him.

He had come here today to thoroughly subdue these untamed Divine Beasts and make them obediently surrender.

Seeing the Immortal Swords attack, the True Dragons also launched their assaults, their massive Dragon claws swiping at the Immortal Swords, and streams of Dragon Breath containing terrifying power spewing from their mouths.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Fierce combat erupted once more. Inside the God-Capturing Pearl, Fang Hong and the Old Ancestors engaged in their final intense battle.

Dragon roars shook heaven and earth, each collision unleashing world-destroying power, and the ground cracked into massive ravines.