Yao Guang Sacred Land.
After three battles, Fang Yang had become the undisputed number one beneath the Holy Son—the top Candidate Holy Son.
Of course, within Yao Guang Sacred Land, there was no difference in treatment between the strongest Candidate Holy Son and the weakest.
Only by becoming the Yaoguang Holy Son could one inherit the orthodox legacy of Yao Guang Sacred Land and hope to become a great figure standing at the pinnacle of the Eastern Wasteland, whose every word could decide the fate of countless people.
After shaking off the disciples who had swarmed around to strike up a conversation, he returned to his cave abode.
"Time to draw some cards!"
Fang Yang spent all the Fate Points he had just obtained, making two ten-pulls.
Nine white, one green.
Eight white, one blue, one purple.
[Shangqing War Fist (Green)]
[Description: A beginner-level martial art from the Shangqing branch of the Three Pure Ones' martial arts in the Heavenly Court of the Era of Primordial Chaos. Balanced and upright, it excels at killing.]
"The Era of Primordial Chaos is a world of no low standing... If this were a cultivation technique, it would be worth studying."
Fang Yang pondered for a moment, then looked at the next card.
[Vajra Seal (Blue)]
[Description: An External Scene-level technique created by Fierce Vajra Meng Qi of The Supreme of One World after comprehending the Other Shore-level masterpiece, Buddha's Palm. It can dispel inner demons and illusions, and forge immense Vajra strength.]
"The martial arts of The Supreme of One World have an extremely high upper limit. Unfortunately, this Vajra Seal is only an ordinary External Scene-level technique. Still, it would be good to leaf through it in my spare time and broaden my horizons."
"There's no need to cultivate it, though. Setting aside the later realms of Dharma Body, Legend, Fortune, and Other Shore, the External Scene realm is only at an ordinary high-martial level, hardly comparable to the Secret Realm Method."
Fang Yang set the Vajra Seal aside and spotted an old friend who seemed both familiar and strange.
[Heavenly Dew (Purple)]
Inside the deep purple card, a mass of azure Heavenly Dew filled nearly the entire card, a testament to just how much there was.
Fang Yang materialized it.
In an instant, a mass of Heavenly Dew nearly half a cubic meter in volume appeared before him, tinting his eyes a pale blue.
"I've struck it rich."
Looking at the vast amount of Heavenly Dew, Fang Yang didn't hesitate for even a moment. He submerged the Supreme Bone in it.
The Supreme Bone rapidly absorbed the Heavenly Dew, but there was so much that it couldn't be drained in a short while.
A full hour passed.
The Supreme Bone underwent a visible transformation. Its once pale, cold surface took on the sheen of gold and jade, while faint black-and-white light flowed across it.
Through his Source Heaven Divine Sense, Fang Yang sensed a gradual transformation in the Yin Yang Tribulation Light Precious Technique gestating inside the Supreme Bone. Though it still hadn't reached the level of the Sun Emperor Fist, it had pulled ahead of the Primordial Sacred Light by a considerable margin.
"Time to cultivate in seclusion!"
Fang Yang focused on comprehending the Yin Yang Tribulation Light Precious Technique, in no hurry to seek out the Yaoguang Holy Son and take his position.
On the Battle Stage earlier, he had seen his opponent through his Source Heaven Divine Sense and learned that the Yaoguang Holy Son had reached the Four Extremities Grand Completion.
To overcome a stronger opponent—to fight a top genius of the era while only at the third heaven of the Four Extremities Realm—Fang Yang needed to make every preparation.
The Yin Yang Tribulation Light might prove to be a useful trump card.
Three days later.
Fang Yang stretched his lithe body, his entire figure shrouded in black-and-white light. With his hands, he divided yin and yang, manifesting the Yin Yang Tribulation Light.
This secret technique, the last he had mastered, was perfectly suited to the foundation laid by the Yaoguang Scripture. Its power even surpassed that of the Primordial Sacred Light.
"Yaoguang Holy Son, don't disappoint me."
The Yin Yang Tribulation Light instantly contracted around Fang Yang, vanishing without a trace.
In its place, a blazing mass of Primordial Sacred Light gathered in his hand, condensing into a three-inch flying sword. A strand of divine sense slipped inside.
He flicked it with a finger.
The flying sword shot away.
It flew out of his cave abode with tremendous force, ringing with a clear sword cry. It crossed six hundred li, startling countless elders and disciples along the way, and arrived at Holy Son Peak, where the Yaoguang Holy Son resided.
The Yaoguang Holy Son had been sitting in his chamber for days. When he heard the sword cry outside, his eyes lit up, and he stepped outside in a single stride.
In the distance, the Primordial Sacred Sword cleaved through the Void, bearing an astonishing killing intent. Its visitor had clearly come with hostile intentions.
"Heh!"
The Yaoguang Holy Son's gaze turned cold.
A hundred and eight Divine Rings swayed around him, linking up with the chains of law between heaven and earth and transforming the mountain into a Bronze Furnace that could refine the world, indestructible.
The flying sword pierced into the mountain's bounds. In a flash of light, it burst into dazzling brilliance, then came to a steady stop before the Yaoguang Holy Son.
Crack!
The Yaoguang Holy Son frowned as he looked at the crack that had appeared on the sword's surface. He hadn't even used any force.
The next moment, the flying sword shattered and scattered like a shower of light.
"Three days from now, I'll see you on the Battle Stage!"
As the flying sword broke apart, the divine sense inside it began to burn. Its booming voice rang out across nearly a thousand li, the echo lingering for a long time.
The Yaoguang Holy Son's expression remained calm, giving away nothing of what he was thinking. He was like a Deity enthroned upon a high altar.
The disciples who heard the challenge were all visibly excited, eagerly anticipating the battle for the Holy Son Position three days later.
"After defeating the top three Candidate Holy Sons, Fang Yang has ridden this unstoppable momentum to challenge the Yaoguang Holy Son. He must be certain of victory in this battle."
"I'm backing Fang Yang. Take down that lofty Yaoguang Holy Son!"
"Heh! I've cultivated the Heavenly Ear Divine Ability. That day, I heard Li Ning personally warn Fang Yang that the Yaoguang Holy Son was no ordinary person. I'm afraid Fang Yang is about to take a brutal beating. I wonder if he'll be able to get back up afterward."
"The Yaoguang Holy Son seems unremarkable, but he's unfathomably deep. Fang Yang is talented; in just a few years, he's caught up with geniuses who have put in over a decade of hard work. If he cultivated for another year or two, he might really take the Holy Son Position. He's too impatient!"
"The Yaoguang Holy Son has the advantage. I hope Fang Yang doesn't lose too badly or become completely disheartened. Throughout history, how many geniuses have fallen into mediocrity after just one defeat..."
Countless people eagerly awaited the battle three days later, hotly debating who would claim the Holy Son Position. They wished they could skip straight ahead to the day of the fight.
"Xiao Yang, will you win?"
Li Daoming sat across from Fang Yang, asking with some concern.
He didn't understand why Fang Yang was acting so rashly instead of cultivating for a while longer before challenging the Yaoguang Holy Son.
"Master, I'll win."
Fang Yang reassured him.
The Yaoguang Holy Son was strong, but Fang Yang was no pushover.
At least in terms of physical strength, after being tempered by Great Completion Tyrant Blood, the Yaoguang Holy Son couldn't possibly surpass him.
That was one victory.
And in terms of the soul, he had swallowed a Soul Gold Bead and possessed divine sense comparable to an Immortal Platform Realm cultivator.
That was two victories.
As for secret techniques, the Yaoguang Holy Son's Ruthless Person Secret Techniques were all unfit to see the light of day, while Fang Yang had the Nine Secrets: Jie and the Sun Emperor Fist—two forbidden secret techniques.
That was three victories.
Fang Yang had three victories. The Yaoguang Holy Son had none.
The advantage was mine.
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