Four Extremities Secret Realm

The Lightning Sea descended.

The cultivators watching the scene were stunned. They wondered how a cultivator who had yet to break through to the Four Extremities Realm could have triggered a dual tribulation.

Even Fang Yang himself was rather surprised.

"I'm nothing but an ordinary Mortal Body, yet even the heavens think so highly of me."

Fang Yang sighed softly and unleashed the Primordial Sacred Light Art again, using seventy percent of his strength.

There was no need to play the fool and then reveal his strength, but he could still keep some of it hidden, lest others learn his true abilities.

The Primordial Sacred Light blazed, forming a suit of sacred-light armor around him. His body shone, and his divine power surged.

Fang Yang leaped into the Lightning Sea of his own accord, using the power of the Heavenly Tribulation to temper his body.

A lightning tribulation was synonymous with destruction, but it could also bring vitality and hope.

The armor formed from the Primordial Sacred Light could not fully withstand the lightning's power, but Fang Yang had done that deliberately.

He used the Primordial Sacred Light to purify the lightning, grinding away its murderous aura and leaving behind only pure lightning essence to nourish his body.

Lightning essence covered Fang Yang's body from within. His tendons spasmed, his flesh was roasted black, and his hair was burned away.

What a ruthless man!

The crowd was awestruck and offered their heartfelt praise.

Who had taught him to do that?

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

Li Daoming looked utterly bewildered. He wondered if he had said something careless while teaching his disciple how to survive a tribulation, making him lose his mind and jump into the lightning tribulation for a bath.

Tempering the body with a lightning tribulation sounded impressive, but only cultivators with special physiques and powerful bodies could ensure their own safety doing so.

Without the right means, a Mortal Body could have its foundation damaged by the tribulation. That would be a terrible loss.

"My disciple may seem reckless, but he's always been steady in his actions. Perhaps I should trust him this once."

"When he tempers his body with a lightning tribulation, I'll make sure to warn him not to do it next time."

Li Daoming focused his spiritual sense, watching Fang Yang's tribulation closely.

The Lightning Sea surged ever more violently.

Fang Yang stood calmly within it, accepting the baptism of lightning essence. His body looked pitifully mangled on the outside, but Dao force flowed through his five viscera, 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 nourished their bodies with the essence of their five viscera, and their lifespans began to increase significantly.

Those skilled at nurturing their bodies 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 founded on the Five Elements Divine Light. On the surface, it seemed he had merely cultivated a single divine ability.

In truth, the vessels that carried the Five Elements Divine Light were his five viscera and five Dao Palaces.

If he had not thoroughly developed his Dao Palace Secret Realm, how could it have supported a divine ability on the level of the Five Elements Divine Light?

The Five Elements Divine Light was restrained and unassuming, yet aside from his Primordial Sacred Light armor, it was the greatest reason Fang Yang had endured until now.

A Mortal Body was far inferior to a Sacred Body.

Though he had used the Five Elements Divine Light to rebuild the foundation of his Dao Palaces and nourish his body with their essence, greatly bolstering his blood and vital energy, inferior was still inferior.

If hard work were enough, and comprehension could make up for the gap between physiques, then why was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body alone famed for contending with Great Emperors, striking down Forbidden Zone Supremes, and protecting all living beings in the universe?

Extinction.

Rebirth.

Fang Yang's body cycled between the two states. After enduring just six waves of the lightning tribulation, his blood and vital energy had increased by nearly half.

This was thanks, in part, to his "shallow" foundation. If a cultivator with a special physique had been here instead, they would not have gained such a tremendous boost.

"It wasn't just my body—even my Primordial Spirit underwent a slight transformation. But the Soul Gold Bead's effects are so powerful that I almost failed to notice this minuscule improvement."

Fang Yang steadied his mind.

This was the first time he had ever endured such agonizing torment.

Tempering the body with lightning was no easy feat.

One needed either a special physique,

a rare treasure,

or a way to control lightning.

Fang Yang could rule out the first. For the second, Heavenly Dew would have to do, barely. As for the third, he had the Primordial Sacred Light and the Five Elements Divine Light working together. That was why he had the confidence to leap into the Lightning Sea and temper his body.

It was a pity that his Dao Proving Weapon had already been forged into shape, yet he had no suitable materials to combine with it and complete the weapon.

Otherwise, using his Dao Proving Weapon to protect himself would have been far safer and more reliable. He could also use the excess lightning to temper it, helping it weave together Dao and principle.

"Though Mysterious Yellow Qi is precious, forty-nine strands really isn't much. It'll probably only be enough to forge a single King-Level Divine Weapon."

"Besides, Ye Fan has an even more precious Mysterious Yellow Source Root. Given enough time, it can produce Mysterious Yellow Qi. If I forge a weapon with Mysterious Yellow Qi, won't I be a whole step below him?"

Fang Yang still had enough presence of mind to think about all this nonsense.

At last, the lightning tribulation dissipated.

Under the gaze of the entire crowd, a body charred black as a corpse took two steps forward. Its dead skin crumbled away, revealing smooth, jade-white flesh.

To avoid indecency, Fang Yang had already gathered the Primordial Sacred Light to form a snow-white robe and drape it over himself.

"Pervert!"

In the distance, Weiwei abruptly turned her head away, her pretty face flushed red. Clearly, she had seen something she shouldn't have.

The Immortal Spirit Eye had its drawbacks, too.

"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 came flying over on clouds. They were all members of the younger generation from the Yao Guang Sacred Land, including cultivators of the Dao Palace Secret Realm and the Four Extremities Secret Realm.

Without exception, they were all humble and friendly, keeping their postures low as they sought to befriend Fang Yang.

Faced with this, Fang Yang did not lose his composure. He warmly invited the dozens of them to a hall atop the peak for tea.

Dust had piled up inside the hall. Clearly, no one had lived there for years.

One disciple stepped forward and formed hand seals, summoning a whirlwind that swept all the dust into a ball and tossed it outside the hall.

"These are but humble tricks. I hope you'll forgive me for the poor welcome."

He cupped his fists and smiled.

"Senior Brother, you've spent the past few years since joining the Yao Guang Sacred Land cultivating in seclusion. I imagine you've had little time to enjoy tea. I happen to have half a pound of Cloud Mist Tea from my hometown. If you don't mind, why don't we drink that?"

"I have a few sets of teaware..."

"I'm skilled at making tea..."

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

Fang Yang did not have to worry about how to entertain them. The group assembled a tea gathering on their own, bringing together everything they needed in impressive fashion.

Fang Yang sat at the head of the table. A young woman poured tea for him, then gently placed the white jade cup, filled seven-tenths full, beside his hand.

"Sorry for the trouble, Junior Sister."

Fang Yang thanked her.

"Please, Senior Brother, there's no need to be polite."

The woman smiled sweetly, admiration and reverence in her eyes. A unique fragrance clung to her, refreshing all who caught its scent.

Holding the teapot in one hand, she sat down in the place nearest to Fang Yang.

Fang Yang glanced around. The dozens of people sat in orderly rows, all waiting for him to raise his cup.

He lifted his teacup.

Everyone else raised theirs.

Not a single person hesitated or faltered.