Buildings, grass, and trees sped past along the way.
As one of the Star River Sect's three branches, Myriad Star Peak occupied a massive mountain that soared into the clouds.
Within the mountain, the concentration of heaven and earth spiritual energy was even richer than in other areas.
The moment one entered, one felt refreshed, clear-headed, and at ease.
Elder Huang carried Fang Hong as he raced forward, passing countless buildings, grass, trees, and dense woods.
He paused only briefly after entering Myriad Star Peak, when Fang Hong's qualifications for entry were examined.
After that, he directly brought Fang Hong toward a certain lofty summit in the rear mountain of Myriad Star Peak.
The rear mountain of Myriad Star Peak.
The vegetation was lush, the grass flourished, and orioles flew through the air.
A wooden cottage stood atop Eagle Beak Cliff.
Before the cottage was an open courtyard, with many exotic flowers and rare herbs planted on both sides of the narrow path running through its center.
Elder Huang rushed into the courtyard with Fang Hong. Before even entering the door, he was already shouting excitedly.
"Master, Master!"
"Senior Brother was right!"
"Senior Brother's idea wasn't wrong!!"
Bang!
Yet before Elder Huang's words had faded, the cottage door suddenly flew open.
A terrifying force surged out abruptly, pressing Elder Huang, who had rushed into the courtyard, flat onto the ground.
"Why are you making such a racket? Where is your decorum!"
Only then did an aged voice emerge from within the cottage.
The instant the voice reached his ears, Fang Hong felt his vision blur.
He saw a tiny old man appear before him, dressed in coarse hemp robes and leaning on a staff, his body hunched and his wrinkled face incomparably aged.
The old man was clearly hunched and emaciated, and the wrinkles on his face made him appear exceptionally ancient.
Yet he gave off an incomparably powerful feeling.
The moment he appeared, Fang Hong's pupils contracted sharply. His scalp went numb, and every pore on his body closed at once.
He sensed an intense, extreme threat to his life.
The tangible danger was like a venomous snake tightly coiled around his neck, slowly flicking its tongue at him.
In that instant, Fang Hong was so frightened that his heart seemed to stop beating.
But when Fang Hong looked again, he found that everything he had just felt seemed like an illusion.
The old man before him was merely an ordinary old man.
There was not the slightest hint of danger, nor any sense of threat.
Yet it was precisely this that made Fang Hong even more horrified.
Damn, this was Elder Huang's master?
What a terrifying old monster!
"Huang Shiqi, why aren't you staying properly in your outer sect? Why did you suddenly bring this little fellow to me?"
The old man glanced at Elder Huang, who was climbing up from the ground, then turned his gaze toward Fang Hong.
"If you can't give me a good reason, don't blame your master for being ruthless."
"And didn't I tell you before not to mention your senior brother again? Have you gotten so old that you can't remember things..."
At this point, the old man inspecting Fang Hong suddenly stopped speaking.
Then, the same scene as before with Elder Huang played out again.
The old man suddenly grabbed Fang Hong's arm, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"He hasn't reached Marrow Refinement, yet his body and blood energy are already this powerful..."
"Such a case actually exists..."
The old man muttered absentmindedly. A moment later, tears welled up in his eyes.
"Wuming, you were right. Your idea back then wasn't wrong..."
Seeing the old man's somewhat dazed expression, Fang Hong had already recovered from his earlier shock.
On the way here, Elder Huang had already told him the full story behind the opportunity he had mentioned.
Thus, Fang Hong naturally knew who this hunched old man was.
He was Zhao Tianchen, a senior elder of Myriad Star Peak and Elder Huang's master.
And the senior brother Elder Huang had spoken of, the Wuming Zhao Tianchen was murmuring about.
Was Zhao Tianchen's son, Zhao Wuming.
Zhao Wuming's innate talent and bone structure were not top-tier, but his comprehension was extraordinary.
After cultivating for many years, he suddenly put forward an idea.
He wanted to draw upon the principles of Myriad Star Peak's Heavenly Star Array Formation before stepping into the Earth Realm.
He would carve Star Map array patterns across the surface of his body according to the stars of the heavens.
Using the power of the formation, he would condense chain after chain of stars within his body with his blood energy.
He could then draw down the power of the stars to forge his physique and form the embryonic shape of a perfect Star Treasure Body.
In the end, he would draw down endless starlight from above and gather boundless blood energy from below.
His body would serve as the vessel, while the Star Map on its surface and the many star chains within would serve as the key linking the two.
Inside and outside connected, heaven and earth responding to one another.
The small heaven and earth of the human body reflecting the great heaven and earth beyond.
Postnatal to Innate Transformation!
Break through the shackles of the fleshly body!
Leap directly from the Organ Refinement Realm over the Earth Realm and advance straight into the Heaven Realm!
And it would even be the rare Body Heaven Realm.
Divine abilities would arise naturally!
With the power of the fleshly body alone, one could crush numerous Heaven Realm experts like rotten wood.
It was a genius idea, dazzling in its brilliance.
But precisely because it was so brilliant, it had so many requirements and such immense difficulty in cultivation.
That it reached an absurd, nearly impossible level.
Everyone believed it was nothing more than his own wild fancy and delusional rambling.
Forget about anyone else cultivating it.
Even its creator, who had spent decades slowly working out the contents of the technique bit by bit.
Could not cultivate it himself!
This made the others believe even more firmly that the so-called "Star Body Forging Treasure Art" he had created was a chaotic art born of empty fantasy.
The reason Elder Huang and Zhao Tianchen had been so excited after seeing Fang Hong and discovering the state of his body.
Was because his condition had already met the minimum requirements for cultivating this treasure art.
He could prove that Zhao Wuming's idea back then had been right!
As long as he could master this technique, he would be able to prove that Zhao Wuming's original idea had not been wrong.
Back then, Zhao Wuming had spent decades and exhausted all his mind and spirit to create this technique.
Yet in the end, he had been unable to cultivate it.
Combined with everyone's slander and ridicule, he had ultimately died in depression.
His death dealt Zhao Tianchen a tremendous blow and damaged his mind and spirit.
This was why Zhao Tianchen, who had once nearly become the successor to the peak master of Myriad Star Peak, now possessed terrifying strength.
Yet appeared so hunched, emaciated, and ancient.
After muttering absentmindedly for a while, Zhao Tianchen quickly gathered his thoughts and steadied himself.
"Kid, since Huang Shiqi brought you here, I imagine he has already told you the whole story."
"I will ask you one thing now. Are you willing to enter my sect and cultivate the 'Star Body Forging Treasure Art' created by my son Wuming?"
Zhao Tianchen looked at Fang Hong with a solemn expression. "Since this technique was created, no one has ever cultivated it successfully."
"Cultivating this art means facing countless hardships and obstacles, and I cannot guarantee what the final outcome will be."
"I hope you will consider it carefully before giving me an answer."
Seeing Zhao Tianchen's solemn and serious expression, Fang Hong frowned slightly.
This opportunity to become an Inner Disciple directly was indeed rare.
And if this so-called "Star Body Forging Treasure Art" could truly be cultivated.
Then based on its effects alone, Fang Hong certainly would not let it pass him by.
The only question now was whether this technique could actually be cultivated.
In other words, whether his Golden Finger could record it in the panel.
With that thought, Fang Hong answered very seriously.
"Elder Zhao, could you let me first look at the manual for the treasure art your son created?"
"After I have read the manual, I can give you a definite answer."
Fang Hong spoke solemnly.
At those words, Zhao Tianchen's brows furrowed tightly.
But after seeing Fang Hong's solemn and earnest expression, he ultimately nodded.
"Alright."
With that, he raised his age-spotted right hand in a gesture.
A somewhat yellowed but exceptionally well-kept manual flew directly out of the wooden cottage.
It landed directly in his hand.
"Read it. When you are done, give this old man a definite answer. Sigh..."
Zhao Tianchen handed the manual to Fang Hong, sighed, then turned and walked toward the cottage, his body seeming even more hunched.
Fang Hong did not waste any time. After taking the manual, he began reading it right where he stood.
Half an hour later.
Fang Hong closed the manual in his hands, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.
There was even a trace of excitement between his brows.
It was settled!
Because the panel before his eyes was now displaying the name of this technique!
Star Body Forging Treasure Art: First Layer (0/100)
"Elder Zhao, I am willing to cultivate this technique!"
Fang Hong looked toward the cottage and called out loudly with a faint smile on his face.
Whoosh~
Before his words had even faded, Zhao Tianchen appeared directly before Fang Hong.
An invisible, terrifying pressure surrounded him as Zhao Tianchen stared straight into Fang Hong's eyes.
"Are you truly willing to cultivate this technique?!"
"That's right." Fang Hong nodded.
"You won't regret it?!"
"I won't regret it!"
"Good!"
Hearing Fang Hong's utterly unhesitating answer, Zhao Tianchen immediately burst into laughter.
His aged palm landed on Fang Hong's shoulder.
"From this day onward, you are the Personal Disciple of me, Zhao Tianchen!"
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