The Challenge

In the days that followed.

Fang Yang began cultivating in seclusion, devoting most of his efforts to studying the Supreme Bone. He sought to draw parallels from it and deepen his understanding of the Primordial Sacred Light and Five Elements Divine Light.

The Bone Script within the Supreme Bone and the Dao patterns of this age followed different paths to the same destination. Combined with his mastery of Source Heaven Divine Sense and his natural talent, he had little difficulty deciphering them.

However, the Yin Yang Tribulation Light recorded in the Supreme Bone seemed not to have reached perfection. He wondered how old the young supreme who had died before his time had been, and what realm he had reached.

Fang Yang vaguely remembered that when Shi Yi used Shi Hao's Supreme Bone, he could only unleash an incomplete secret technique, not the complete Hand of the Heavens.

But that was because Shi Hao had been very young when his Supreme Bone was taken, before the divine ability had fully developed.

What had happened to this young prodigy who had been slain?

Fang Yang couldn't investigate further, nor did he have the leisure to speculate about some long-forgotten event from countless years ago. But he thought of a way he might be able to make up for the Supreme Bone's shortcomings.

"Heavenly Dew, you're up!"

Fang Yang wasn't content with comprehending an incomplete Yin Yang Tribulation Light, so he took out all the Heavenly Dew he had been saving.

Heavenly Dew was a sweet liquid bestowed by the Heaven Path in the Dragon Talisman World. It possessed wondrous effects: it could promote the evolution of magical artifacts, improve a cultivator's talent, and heal bodily injuries...

It was practically a cure-all divine water.

The Heavenly Dew gathered into a ball and enveloped the pale Supreme Bone. As for the bloodstains on it, Fang Yang had already collected them and sealed them in a jade bottle.

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

Fang Yang didn't regret it.

To him, Heavenly Dew's effects overlapped with those of Divine Spring Water and Bodhi Leaves, and it wasn't particularly potent.

If it could help the Supreme Bone grow even a little and restore some of the Bone Script for the Yin Yang Tribulation Light, then the Heavenly Dew would have served its purpose.

Otherwise, was he supposed to use it to repair some useless, ordinary magical artifact?

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

"Just as I thought. It only added a few dozen Bone Script characters."

Fang Yang had already memorized every character of the Yin Yang Tribulation Light in his sea of consciousness. Now, with a single glance, he recorded the few dozen new characters using Source Heaven Divine Sense.

Their appearance wasn't jarring at all. They blended seamlessly with the original characters, as if they had always formed a complete divine art.

That was right.

In Fang Yang's eyes, the Yin Yang Tribulation Light was a complete divine art both before and after being nourished by the Heavenly Dew.

He had only sensed that it was incomplete because its power paled so greatly in comparison to the Sun Emperor Fist, and it wasn't on a different level from the Primordial Sacred Light either.

He put away the Supreme Bone.

Fang Yang focused intently. First, he took the Enlightenment Tea Leaves his master had given him, along with the Divine Spring Water he had obtained from the Desolate Forbidden Zone. He slowly boiled them over the Flame of Living Beings, brewing a pot of Enlightenment Tea fit for an Ancient Great Emperor.

Then he drank the tea and sought enlightenment, beginning a long period of secluded cultivation.

Two and a half months flew by like arrows loosed from a bow, never to return.

On this day, when Fang Yang drew down the thunder tribulation once more, a Mysterious Yellow Cauldron was tempered in the sea of lightning. Countless fine Dao patterns emerged, and the faint traces of the Dao's trajectory appeared.

The thunder tribulation could barely temper his body anymore, so he decided to use the opportunity to refine the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron instead.

The Mysterious Yellow Cauldron had been forged from forty-nine strands of Mysterious Yellow Qi. Its quality surpassed even the Blood Diamond Cauldron Li Daoqing had given him.

Even after Fang Yang became a great cultivator, it could still serve as a handy weapon and storage artifact.

Mysterious Yellow was the essence born when heaven and earth first opened. Once refined, it contained an unimaginably vast inner space. It could easily hold the mountain Fang Yang was on.

After three stages of tribulation,

the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron remained completely unharmed.

Fang Yang successfully advanced to the third heaven of the Four Extremities Realm.

"Yao Guang Sacred Land is vast, and its prodigies are countless. There are more than ten Candidate Holy Sons of this generation..."

"Now I'm only a step away from Four Extremities Grand Completion. This is the perfect time to earn some Fate Points from them."

He emerged from seclusion. The turbulent aura from his recent breakthrough immediately settled, not leaking out in the slightest.

Halfway up the mountain, beside a stream,

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

By now, Weiwei had become a renowned figure in the Four Extremities Secret Realm, joining the ranks of Eastern Wasteland's top prodigies.

But she was naturally low-key, and her master, Li Daoming, had also told her to keep quiet about it. As a result, few people knew.

"Senior Sister, help me make a list of all the Candidate Holy Sons in the Four Extremities Realm. I'm going to use them as whetstones."

Fang Yang suddenly appeared beside the two women, making them both shudder.

"Junior Brother, don't just appear out of nowhere like that next time. You'll scare the life out of someone. You just finished your tribulation; you should be resting."

Yao Xi patted her ample chest and rolled her eyes at Fang Yang.

"But if you're going to challenge the Candidate Holy Sons, are you planning to kick that sanctimonious fellow off the throne of the Yaoguang Holy Son?"

She asked excitedly.

Yao Xi had long been displeased with the current Yaoguang Holy Son. She couldn't wait for Fang Yang to take his place.

"I'll give it a try."

That was what Fang Yang said, but his expression was as casual as if he were talking about eating or drinking. He didn't seem nervous at all.

By now, he had reached the third heaven of the Four Extremities Realm. He didn't know what realm the Yaoguang Holy Son was in, but at most he would have reached Four Extremities Grand Completion. There was no way he was a Dragon Transformation cultivator.

At most, there would be a gap of one minor realm.

On top of that, the other man might have cultivated an Emperor Scripture, but he couldn't use the corresponding forbidden secret arts. Compared with Fang Yang, his advantage wouldn't be that great.

If things truly went south, Fang Yang was prepared to unleash Nine Secrets: Jie together with the Primordial Sacred Light, or Nine Secrets: Jie together with the Sun Emperor Fist.

When dealing with a Remnant of the Ruthless One, there was no need to talk about honor. Any method that defeated the other man was a good one.

"There are eleven Candidate Holy Sons in the Four Extremities Secret Realm in the Sacred Land, and five of them are at least at your level..."

Yao Xi laid out every bit of information she knew. She told him not only their cultivation levels, but even the secret techniques they excelled at and the visions they had formed.

Fang Yang waited until Yao Xi had finished, then nodded in understanding.

"Based on what Senior Sister said, if we exclude those out gaining experience and those in seclusion, only three are suitable whetstones for me right now."

"That's a little too few, but it'll do."

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

"Sorry for the trouble, Senior Sister. Could you deliver these for me?"

"Ah! Me?"

Yao Xi pointed at herself, incredulous.

I'm the dignified Yaoguang Holy Maiden. How could I do this kind of menial errand for you?

No way!

Absolutely not!