Challenge Letter

In the time that followed, Fang Yang began to focus his cultivation on the analysis of the Supreme Bone, using it to draw inferences about other arts and delve deeper into the Primordial Sacred Light and the Five Elements Divine Light.

The Bone Script within the Supreme Bone and the Dao patterns of the current era reached the same destination by different paths. Coupled with his perfected Source Heaven Divine Sense and his genius-level aptitude, he found the analysis to be of little difficulty.

However, the Yin Yang Tribulation Light recorded within this Supreme Bone seemed incomplete. He wondered what the age and cultivation realm of that young supreme, who had fallen midway through his journey, had been during his lifetime.

Fang Yang vaguely remembered that when Shi Yi used the Supreme Bone of Shi Hao, he could only unleash a fragmented secret technique rather than the complete Hand of the Heavens.

But that was because Shi Hao had been stripped of his Supreme Bone while still young, causing the precious technique to remain underdeveloped.

What was the situation with this young prodigy who had been slain?

Fang Yang could not delve deeper into the matter, nor did he have the leisure to speculate on ancient news from countless ages past, but he did think of a way that might remedy the flaws in the Supreme Bone.

"Heavenly Dew, you are the one!"

Unwilling to settle for the incomplete Yin Yang Tribulation Light, Fang Yang took out all the Heavenly Dew he had kept in reserve.

Heavenly Dew was a nectar bestowed by the Heavenly Dao within the Dragon Talisman World. It possessed incredible miraculous effects, capable of promoting the evolution of artifacts, enhancing a cultivator's aptitude, and mending physical injuries...

It could be called a panacea-like divine water.

The Heavenly Dew gathered into a mass, enveloping the stark white Supreme Bone. As for the bloodstains that had been on the bone, Fang Yang had long since collected them and sealed them in a jade bottle.

The Supreme Bone absorbed the Heavenly Dew at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it had consumed all of Fang Yang's stock, leaving not a single drop behind.

Fang Yang did not regret it.

To him, the effects of Heavenly Dew overlapped with those of the Divine Spring and the Bodhi Leaf, and its efficacy was not particularly outstanding.

If it could allow the Supreme Bone to grow even a fraction and complete a portion of the Yin Yang Tribulation Light's Bone Script, then this Heavenly Dew would have served a great purpose.

Otherwise, was he supposed to use the Heavenly Dew to repair some useless, ordinary artifacts?

The few Bone Script characters of the Yin Yang Tribulation Light were more precious than most artifacts in the world; even if a Replica of the Supreme Emperor Sword were damaged, Fang Yang would still prioritize using the Heavenly Dew on the Supreme Bone.

"As expected, it only added a few dozen Bone Script characters."

Fang Yang had long since committed the Bone Script of the Yin Yang Tribulation Light to memory within his sea of consciousness. Now, with a single glance, he used his Source Heaven Divine Sense to record these new characters.

The appearance of these few dozen characters did not seem abrupt; they integrated seamlessly with the original script, forming a cohesive whole as if it were a complete precious technique.

Indeed.

Whether it was the Yin Yang Tribulation Light before the nourishment of the Heavenly Dew or the completed version, in Fang Yang's eyes, it was a flawless precious technique.

The only reason he had perceived the Yin Yang Tribulation Light as lacking was simply because its power paled in comparison to the Sun Emperor Fist and did not reach the level of a qualitative transformation when compared to the Primordial Sacred Light.

He put away the Supreme Bone.

Fang Yang focused his mind. He first used the Enlightenment Tea Leaf gifted by his master, combined with the Divine Spring water obtained from the Desolate Forbidden Zone, and slowly brought it to a boil with the Flame of Living Beings, brewing a pot of Enlightenment Tea of the same caliber as that enjoyed by the ancient Great Emperors.

He then drank the tea to seek enlightenment, beginning his closed-door cultivation.

Two and a half months passed like an arrow in flight, never to return.

On this day, as Fang Yang once again triggered his lightning tribulation, a Mysterious Yellow Cauldron was tempered within the sea of lightning. Countless fine, thread-like Dao patterns emerged, and the faint trajectory of the Dao began to manifest.

Since the lightning tribulation could barely temper his physical body anymore, he decided he might as well refine the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron.

The Mysterious Yellow Cauldron was forged from forty-nine wisps of Mysterious Yellow Qi, making its quality even superior to the Blood Diamond Cauldron that Li Daoqing had given him.

Even when Fang Yang became a Great Power in the future, it could still serve as a handy weapon and a storage artifact.

Mysterious Yellow was the essence born at the dawn of heaven and earth. After being refined, its internal space was unimaginably vast; it could easily contain the very mountain where Fang Yang currently resided.

Three layers of heavenly tribulation descended.

The Mysterious Yellow Cauldron remained unscathed.

Fang Yang successfully stepped into the third layer of the Four Extremities Secret Realm.

"The Yao Guang Sacred Land is vast and boundless, with outstanding talents emerging one after another. There are over a dozen Candidate Holy Son in this generation alone..."

"Now that I am only one step away from the Great Perfection of the Four Extremities, it is the perfect time to harvest fate from them."

He stepped out of seclusion, and the restless aura from his recent breakthrough instantly converged, not leaking a single bit.

On the mountainside, by the stream.

Yao Xi and Weiwei sat opposite each other, drinking tea and discussing the difficulties of cultivation in the Four Extremities Secret Realm.

To this day, Weiwei had already become a "renowned expert" of the Four Extremities Secret Realm, entering the ranks of the top-tier prodigies of the Eastern Wasteland.

However, she was naturally low-key, and with the instructions of her master, Li Daoming, few people knew of this.

"Senior Sister, help me list all the Candidate Holy Son in the Four Extremities realm. I intend to use them as whetstones."

Fang Yang appeared suddenly, standing beside the two women, startling them so much that their delicate bodies trembled.

"Junior Brother, don't be so ghostly next time; it's easy to scare people to death. You just finished crossing your tribulation, yet you don't even know how to rest."

Yao Xi patted her well-developed chest and cast a sidelong glance at Fang Yang.

"But if you want to challenge the Candidate Holy Son, are you planning to kick that hypocritical guy off the throne of the Yaoguang Holy Son?"

She said excitedly.

Yao Xi had long been dissatisfied with the current Yaoguang Holy Son and was eager for Fang Yang to seize his position as soon as possible.

"Let's give it a try."

Though Fang Yang said this, his expression was as casual as eating or drinking, showing not a hint of nervousness.

As of today, he had cultivated to the third heaven of the Four Extremities Secret Realm. Although he did not know the exact realm of the Yaoguang Holy Son, it was at most the Great Perfection of the Four Extremities; he could not possibly be a cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm.

At most, there was a gap of one minor realm.

Furthermore, while the opponent possessed an Emperor Scripture, he could not unleash the corresponding forbidden secret arts, so his advantage over Fang Yang would not be significant.

If things truly became impossible, Fang Yang was prepared to unleash the Jie Secret and the Primordial Sacred Light, or perhaps the Jie Secret and the Sun Emperor Fist simultaneously.

When fighting a Remnant of the Ruthless One, there was no need to speak of chivalry; any method that could defeat the opponent was a good one.

"Within the Holy Land, there are currently eleven Candidate Holy Son in the Four Extremities Secret Realm, and five of them are not lower in cultivation than you..."

Yao Xi recounted everything she knew, including not only their cultivation realms but also the secret arts they excelled in and the visions they had cultivated.

Fang Yang nodded in understanding once Yao Xi finished speaking.

"According to what you said, Senior Sister, if we exclude those out on trials or in seclusion, there are only three left who are suitable to serve as my whetstones."

"Though it's a bit few, it will have to do."

He took out paper and a brush, wrote three letters of challenge, and handed them to Yao Xi.

"I must trouble you to make these trips for me, Senior Sister."

"Ah! Me?"

Yao Xi pointed at her own head, questioning him.

As the dignified Yaoguang Holy Maiden, how could she perform such menial tasks for him?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!