Mysterious Female Daoist

Fang Xuan quickly suppressed the thought. Though the Wings of Freedom were formidable and could ignore laws, they were far from fully refined. At this time, he simply could not sneak into the Immortal Realm.

Simply put, he was not strong enough.

Back when the Yellow Springs Great Emperor ascended, he was already a Heavenly Monarch. Yet precisely because he was a Heavenly Monarch, the disturbance had been far too great. It had drawn forth the thirty-three Creation Artifacts, prompted the Creation Immortal King to act from the shadows, and even caused many ancient Heavenly Monarchs to join forces. With a single strike, he had been blasted into utter destruction, body and soul erased.

Thus, Fang Xuan remained exceedingly cautious. Before he had absolute certainty, he would never dare attempt such an act of stealing from the heavens.

The Heavenly Realm was nothing like the Mortal World. Fang Xuan's current strength allowed him to sweep through the mortal realm invincibly and suppress all directions, but in the Heavenly Realm, he would be nothing more than a tiny ant. He could only survive in the cracks, and a moment of carelessness would see him slapped to death by some great figure.

Fang Xuan stood in the air, a pair of Wings of Freedom flapping behind him. His palm was like heaven itself; with the slightest turn, he could overturn the cosmos and destroy the universe. He was terrifying beyond measure.

With a flicker in his eyes, countless thunder explosions, all manner of king-grade immortal artifacts, and mighty figures appeared. At this moment, he seemed to be the center of all space-time, the end and origin of all things. The river of fate revolved around him, surging and roaring.

"Fang Xuan, you beast! You dared steal my Wings of Freedom! I want