Taking the Divine Pill

Emperor Shennong was elusive, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Fang Yang could only accept his kind offer. He didn't continue on his way, but instead turned back and returned to Ningzhen Island.

He didn't want to roam the Primordial Wilderness while carrying a precious treasure. If someone set their sights on him and took it, it would be too late for regrets.

Fang Yang was a Saint Disciple, but he wasn't the only one. There weren't many people who dared to kill him, but there were plenty who dared to rob him.

Fang Yang was only an Outer Disciple of the Interception Sect, and his standing in the sect was insignificant.

Would a Saint really intervene for a disciple who couldn't even protect his own opportunities?

So Fang Yang needed to refine the Creation Mending Pill. Once he did, he would no longer be carrying a precious treasure.

"I didn't expect to be back so soon."

After returning to his sanctuary, Fang Yang couldn't help but sigh. With a wave of his hand, he activated the Island Protection Array.

This Island Protection Array had been assigned to Fang Yang by the Interception Sect. It was called the Earthly Fiend Two Forms Array. Drawing on the spiritual ley lines beneath the sanctuary, its power flowed without end. Even a Grand Golden Immortal would find it difficult to break through.

The Eastern Sea was the Interception Sect's stronghold. There wasn't a single Grand Golden Immortal active in the Eastern Sea who didn't recognize the Earthly Fiend Two Forms Array.

Once activated, the array announced to the world that the sanctuary's owner was a disciple of the Interception Sect. If someone still came to attack, Fang Yang could only accept his bad luck.

Fang Yang took out the Creation Mending Pill and gently pinched it between his fingers. The Five-colored crystal stone shattered at once. Freed from its seal, the pill's medicinal power could no longer be contained and erupted without restraint.

A Five-colored divine light stretching from heaven to earth appeared before Fang Yang. It shot upward, nearly breaking through the Earthly Fiend Two Forms Array. Fortunately, Fang Yang reacted quickly. Just as the light reached the top of the array, he opened his mouth and drew the pill inside.

He refused to believe that the pill could still emit such an extraordinary phenomenon after he had swallowed it.

It was certainly a bit of a risk.

Fang Yang knew a thing or two, at least. He had been to Golden Ao Island once and encountered many powerful figures from the Interception Sect. Saint Taiqing had once refined a spirit pill that, as soon as it was completed, faced a Form Transformation Lightning Tribulation and became a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The Creation Mending Pill had been personally refined by Empress Nuwa. A pill made by a Saint who was skilled in the Dao of Creation and wielded the Universe Cauldron would be an extraordinarily fearsome medicine, even if it couldn't compare to the spirit pill refined by Saint Taiqing.

But Fang Yang believed Emperor Shennong wouldn't trick him. Since Emperor Shennong had given him the pill, that meant it wouldn't harm him.

As it turned out, Fang Yang had made the right choice.

The moment the Creation Mending Pill entered Fang Yang's stomach, it melted into a vast mass of medicinal energy. This wasn't ordinary medicinal energy—it was Heaven-Mending Qi.

In his mind, Fang Yang saw the sky collapse and the celestial river pour down. A woman with a human body and a serpent's tail held a Five-Colored Divine Stone as she rose into the heavens. Like a master bricklayer, she fitted one Five-colored divine stone after another into the firmament.

Heaven-Mending Qi could repair even the heavens. It was a power refined by Empress Nuwa with the Universe Cauldron, the ultimate expression of the Great Dao of Creation.

At that moment, Fang Yang was the broken sky.

At Fang Yang's level, his body was indeed whole, without a single injury. But in the eyes of someone at Empress Nuwa's level, his body was riddled with flaws, and even his bloodline was incomplete.

As soon as the Creation Mending Pill surged into Fang Yang's body, it began repairing and reshaping him. His bloodline and potential were being unlocked.

From the outside, Fang Yang still sat cross-legged on the Lotus leaf, with only faint glimmers of light radiating from him. Yet within, his body was undergoing an incredibly wondrous transformation.

Fang Yang felt some locks inside him being opened. Memories of events from the previous calamity surfaced naturally in his mind.

At times, he appeared beneath Mount Buzhou, being recreated by Empress Nuwa. At other times, he sat in a tribe, listening to a white-bearded old Daoist preach. More than once, he was hunted by a group of Demons, shaggy and horned, born from wetness and eggs.

These memories weren't his. They belonged to his ancestors.

But everything began with nothing. From nothing came one, then one became two, and two became three, until all things came into being. All things had once been united, originating from the same starting point.

Fang Yang was himself, but he could also be his ancestors. Through this process, he inherited the cultivation and potential of every generation that had come before him.

Even the cultivation painstakingly achieved by his first-generation ancestor—one of the first Human Clan members created by Empress Nuwa—was inherited by Fang Yang.

Of course, his ancestors' cultivation had all been low. Not one could compare to him. But nearly thirty thousand generations had passed between his first-generation ancestor and him.

The cultivation of all thirty thousand generations gathered within Fang Yang, raising his cultivation by a small step, from early-stage Golden Immortal to Late Golden Immortal.

That was only a short-term benefit. His potential was what mattered most.

After all, Fang Yang's first-generation ancestor had been one of the three thousand Innate Human Race. With that ancestor's potential as a foundation, combined with the efforts of the thirty thousand generations that followed, Fang Yang's Root foundation rose directly to the level of Grand Master Xuandu.

Fang Yang shook his arms, sending a ring of light out from his body. It spread across the entire Ningzhen Island, bathing every flower, blade of grass, bird, and beast.

Though it was only a ring of light released by Fang Yang, it transformed every living creature it touched. Those without intelligence gained it, those who already had it grew wiser, and even the Spirit medicine began to grow more vigorously.

"The Creation Mending Pill really is wondrous. I only took one, yet I've gained so much."

Fang Yang clenched his fist, feeling the power within him. "Now that my Root foundation has improved, my upper limit of magical power has increased tremendously. I can feel power surging into me."

He sank his Divine Sense into his body. In his dantian, a miniature Fang Yang sat cross-legged, absorbing Chaos Qi from the Mysterious void and refining it into streams of magical power.

This miniature Fang Yang wasn't a Nascent Soul. Fang Yang wasn't a cultivator. It was something born from the union of the Creation Mending Pill and a wisp of Fang Yang's Divine Sense.

Like a cultivation aid, it worked without pause, helping Fang Yang cultivate and increase his magical power.

"Since it came from the Creation Mending Pill, I'll call it the Creation Nascent Soul! Who would've thought that even after becoming a Golden Immortal, I could still become an old ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage?"

After his Root foundation improved, Fang Yang felt lighter than ever before.

In the past, he had never been able to cultivate to his heart's content. He understood every principle behind the Daoist arts, but his body wouldn't cooperate, making his cultivation twice as hard for half the result.

Now things were different. He had freed himself from the constraints of his Root foundation, and his cultivation would progress much faster from then on.