Four Extremities Secret Realm

The sea of lightning descended.

The cultivators watching from afar were left dumbstruck, wondering how a cultivator who had yet to break through to the Four Extremities realm could possibly trigger a dual lightning tribulation.

Even Fang Yang himself was quite surprised.

I am nothing but an ordinary mortal body; they really do think highly of me.

Fang Yang sighed softly, exerted seventy percent of his strength, and unleashed the Primordial Sacred Light Art once more.

There was no need to play the pig to eat the tiger, but it was still wise to keep some cards hidden to avoid having his true foundation exposed.

The Primordial Sacred Light blazed intensely, draping him in a suit of holy light armor; his skin glowed, and his divine power boiled.

Fang Yang took the initiative to leap into the sea of lightning, using the power of the tribulation to temper his physical body.

Lightning tribulation was synonymous with destruction, yet it also brought vitality and hope.

The armor formed by the Primordial Sacred Light could not fully withstand lightning of this magnitude, but that was exactly what Fang Yang intended.

He sought to purify the lightning through the Primordial Sacred Light, grinding away its murderous aura and leaving only the pure essence of lightning to nourish his flesh.

Inside Fang Yang's body, every inch was covered by the essence of lightning; his tendons twitched, his skin was scorched, and his hair was singed away.

What a ruthless man!

The crowd was awestruck, letting out genuine exclamations of admiration.

Who taught him to do that?

"I certainly didn't teach him to do that!"

Li Daoming looked utterly bewildered, wondering if he had said something wrong while imparting his tribulation-crossing experience, leading his disciple to think it was a good idea to jump into a lightning tribulation to take a bath.

Tempering the body with lightning tribulation sounded impressive, but it was a feat only those with uniquely powerful physiques could safely attempt.

Without the proper means, a mortal body risked damaging its very origin, which would be a loss far outweighing any gain.

"My disciple may seem reckless, but his behavior has always been steady; perhaps I should trust him this once."

"As for using lightning to temper the body, I must warn him never to do it again next time."

Li Daoming focused his divine sense, staring intently at the progress of Fang Yang's tribulation.

The sea of lightning grew increasingly turbulent.

Fang Yang stood calmly within it, accepting the baptism of the lightning essence. While he appeared ghastly on the surface, in reality, Daoist power was circulating through his five internal organs, nourishing his vitality.

The Wheel Sea Secret Realm was the beginning of cultivation.

The Dao Palace Secret Realm was the root of longevity.

Cultivators in the Dao Palace Secret Realm used the essence of their five internal organs to nourish their bodies, and their lifespans began to see significant growth.

Those skilled in self-nourishment could live for over three hundred years, long enough to witness the rise and fall of a mortal dynasty.

Fang Yang's cultivation in this realm was rooted in the Five Elements Divine Light; it might have appeared as though he had merely cultivated a single divine ability.

But in truth, the vessel for the Five Elements Divine Light was his own five internal organs and five Dao Palaces.

If the Dao Palace Secret Realm were not sufficiently developed, how could it possibly support a divine ability of the caliber of the Five Elements Divine Light?

The Five Elements Divine Light remained restrained and unadorned, yet aside from the Primordial Sacred Light armor, it was the greatest contributor to Fang Yang's ability to hold on until now.

A mortal body is far inferior to a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

Even though he had used the Five Elements Divine Light to reshape his Dao Palace foundation and nourish his physical essence, causing his blood and energy to surge rapidly, inferiority remained inferiority.

If hard work were enough and insight could bridge the gap in physical constitution, then why was it only the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that possessed the great achievements of challenging Great Emperors, striking down forbidden zone Supremes, and protecting all living beings in the universe?

Extinction.

Resurrection.

Fang Yang's body cycled between these two states. Having only endured six layers of the lightning sea tribulation, his blood and energy had already increased by nearly half.

This was largely thanks to his "shallow" foundation; had a cultivator with a special physique come instead, they would not have seen such a massive boost.

"It is not just my physical body; even my Primordial Spirit has undergone a transformation. It is only because the effect of the Soul Gold Bead is so potent that I almost failed to notice this infinitesimal improvement."

Fang Yang steadied his mind.

This was his first time experiencing such agonizing torture.

Tempering the body with lightning was no easy task.

One must either possess a special physique.

Or possess rare, peerless medicine.

Or possess the means to control lightning.

Fang Yang had ruled out the first option, barely managed the second with Heavenly Dew, and utilized the combination of the Primordial Sacred Light and the Five Elements Divine Light for the third, which was why he had the confidence to leap into the sea of lightning to temper his body.

It was a pity that his Dao Proving Artifact had already taken shape, but lacked suitable materials to complete it.

Otherwise, with the Dao Proving Artifact to protect himself, he would be safer and more reliable, and could use the excess lightning power to forge the Dao Proving Artifact, helping it to interweave Dao and reason.

"Although Mysterious Yellow Qi is good, forty-nine strands are indeed not many. It's estimated to be enough to forge a King-Level Divine Weapon."

"Moreover, Ye Fan has the more precious Mysterious Yellow Source Root. With the accumulation of time, it can produce Mysterious Yellow Qi. If I forge with Mysterious Yellow Qi, wouldn't I be inferior to him?"

Fang Yang still had the energy to spare his mind, thinking about these irrelevant things.

Until the lightning tribulation dissipated.

Under the gaze of everyone, a charred body like a corpse took two steps forward, and dead skin fell off, revealing a body as smooth as white jade.

To avoid impropriety, Fang Yang had already mobilized Primordial Sacred Light to form a snow-white robe to wear.

"Pervert!"

From a distance, Weiwei suddenly turned her head away, her pretty face flushed red, clearly having seen something she shouldn't have.

The Immortal Spirit Eye also had its inconveniences.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Fang Yang, on breaking through to the Four Extremities Secret Realm!"

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Fang Yang, on breaking through to the Four Extremities Secret Realm!"

A group of people arrived on clouds, all from the younger generation of Yao Guang Sacred Land, including cultivators from the Dao Palace Secret Realm and the Four Extremities Secret Realm.

Without exception, their attitudes were very humble and kind, putting themselves in a low position, wanting to befriend Fang Yang.

Facing this situation, Fang Yang did not show any timidity and generously invited these dozens of people to a great hall on the peak for a cup of tea.

Dust accumulated in the hall, clearly uninhabited for many years.

A disciple stepped forward, forming hand seals to summon a gust of wind, gathering all the dust into a ball and throwing it out of the hall.

"A trivial trick, please don't laugh at me."

He cupped his fists and smiled.

"Senior Brother, in the years since you joined Yao Guang Sacred Land, you have been in seclusion cultivating day and night. I presume you have no leisure time for tea. I happen to have half a pound of specialty Cloud Mist Tea. If Senior Brother doesn't mind, why not drink this tea?"

"I have a few sets of teacups here..."

"I am skilled in tea ceremony..."

"I have dozens of pounds of Earth Vein Spirit Water here..."

Without Fang Yang having to worry about how to entertain them, these people spontaneously put together a tea party, with all the necessary items, looking quite presentable.

Fang Yang sat in the upper seat, and a young woman poured him tea, placing the half-full white jade cup gently beside his hand.

"Thank you, Junior Sister."

Fang Yang said gratefully.

"Senior Brother, you don't need to be so polite."

The woman smiled charmingly, her eyes filled with admiration and reverence, and she had a unique fragrance that was refreshing.

She held the teapot in one hand and retreated to sit closest to Fang Yang.

Fang Yang looked around. Dozens of people were seated in order, all waiting for him to raise his cup.

He raised his teacup.

Everyone raised their cups.

Without any hesitation or delay.