Yaoguang Holy Son

Yaoguang Battle Platform.

On this day, countless Yao Guang Sacred Land disciples gathered around, and even many elders of the Immortal Platform Realm stood upon the clouds, looking down at the battle platform below.

The Yaoguang Holy Son is the most esteemed figure within the Yao Guang Sacred Land, second only to the Holy Lord and the various Supreme Elders, enjoying all manner of benefits.

These include, but are not limited to, Source Stones, spiritual herbs, sacred arts, forbidden artifacts, precious materials, and the Holy Maiden...

Therefore, even the big shots within the Sacred Land pay close attention to the succession of the Holy Son position.

"Brother Daoming, your disciple is remarkable!"

"In just a few short years, he has actually grown to this extent. Even the disciple I painstakingly groomed has been defeated by his hand."

Li Ning's master, a Supreme Elder of the Holy Lord Lineage, spoke to Li Daoming with a sigh, his face wearing an expression that was hard to distinguish between envy and jealousy.

He is stronger than Li Daoming, having broken through to become an Immortal Second Realm Mighty Figure over a hundred years ago. Although his progress has been minimal since, his status within the Sacred Land remains highly revered.

"Brother, you flatter him."

Li Daoming exchanged pleasantries with the other man, but his gaze had already fallen upon a figure who had just arrived.

Fang Yang had arrived.

On the battle platform.

Fang Yang waited quietly for the arrival of the Yaoguang Holy Son, his gaze as still as a deep pool, making his current state of mind impossible to fathom.

No one knew that he was frantically operating the Jie Secret obtained from Zhuo Peak.

After operating it thirty-six times, the Jie Secret was successfully triggered, boosting his essence, energy, and spirit tenfold. He felt as if he were ascending to immortality, becoming incredibly powerful.

But not long after, Fang Yang fell out of this state and immediately began operating the Jie Secret again.

Just like that, by the time the Yaoguang Holy Son arrived fashionably late.

Fang Yang had operated the Jie Secret a total of 1,600 times, successfully triggering it seventeen times in total.

"Junior Brother, apologies for being late."

The Yaoguang Holy Son was shrouded in a halo, his every movement like that of a humble gentleman. Even when facing an enemy who was challenging his position, he still maintained a friendly demeanor.

"Not late!"

Fang Yang forced a smile.

Just in time.

Jie Secret!

Primordial Sacred Light!

Tenfold boost in all aspects!

Divine power is boiling!

Dao power is burning!

The three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit are soaring!

The Primordial Sacred Light transformed into a killing sword, flashing with a divine might capable of destroying all laws, cleaving through the void between Fang Yang and the Yaoguang Holy Son.

It arrived in the blink of an eye!

The Yaoguang Holy Son's pupils constricted violently.

There was no time to think about Fang Yang's lack of martial virtue.

The 108 divine rings circling his body, resembling small worlds, bloomed with immeasurable light, propping up a light barrier that seemed indestructible, barely blocking the incoming killing sword.

Swish!

The wind rose.

The light barrier was like a thin sheet of paper, torn apart with ease. A gap the height of a person opened up, only delaying the killing sword for a brief moment.

But it was precisely this moment that allowed the Yaoguang Holy Son to recover and devise a countermeasure, unleashing the Primordial Sacred Light Art.

The Primordial Sacred Light transformed into a mountain-sized seal, crashing straight into the Primordial killing sword.

The moment the two made contact, a terrifying shockwave erupted, causing the indestructible battle platform to tremble slightly.

"How is this possible?"

The Yaoguang Holy Son looked at the mountain-sized seal that was beginning to crumble. He could no longer maintain his calm composure and expression. Before the seal could completely shatter, he hurriedly unleashed another sacred art.

The Primordial Sacred Light condensed into a cauldron.

The charm of the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron was recreated.

This was one of the benefits of being the Yaoguang Holy Son; he could observe the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron once a year.

Having been the Holy Son for many years, the Yaoguang Holy Son had naturally mastered this transformation, able to wield a trace of the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Cauldron's divine might using the Primordial Sacred Light.

Once this cauldron appeared.

The Sacred Light killing sword had just shattered the mountain-sized seal when it collided head-on with the cauldron.

The sword shattered, and the cauldron chipped.

Yaoguang Holy Son breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he prepared to manipulate the chipped Sacred Light Cauldron to attack Fang Yang, who stood opposite him.

Jie Secret!

It triggered once again!

Yin Yang Tribulation Light!

Black and white divine light swirled, resembling a tribulation sent down from the heavens, descending upon the location of Yaoguang Holy Son with the immense power to annihilate all things.

The tribulation light obscured everything.

"What is that? It actually gives me the feeling of facing a Heavenly Tribulation!"

"How have I never seen this kind of divine light before?"

"Can someone explain this?"

Facing the Yin Yang Tribulation Light unleashed by Fang Yang, the crowd was, for a moment, unable to discern the origin of this unknown divine light.

"It is somewhat similar to Yin Yang Divine Light, but Yin Yang Divine Light does not take this form. Furthermore, the divine light Fang Yang unleashed actually carries a trace of the true essence of a Heavenly Tribulation. Truly rare!"

Master Li Ning's eyes were filled with admiration.

In his view, this was definitely a sacred art Fang Yang had obtained by chance, and it was by no means inferior to the Primordial Sacred Light Art.

The Yaoguang Scripture had been passed down for countless years.

Countless predecessors had studied the Primordial Sacred Light deeply, hoping to derive more powerful secret arts, but even increasing its power by a fraction was considered a stroke of immense luck, let alone making the Primordial Sacred Light Art rival the forbidden secret arts of the various Supreme Dao factions.

Yet, in this secret art of Fang Yang's, he saw a glimmer of potential that touched upon the forbidden realm.

"Perhaps it is a legendary Quasi-Emperor secret art!"

Master Li Ning's gaze burned with fervor as he looked at Li Daoming beside him, his old face wrinkling into a chrysanthemum-like smile as he said in a low, humble voice:

"Brother Daoming, I'll visit you another day. Could you help me arrange an introduction to Junior Nephew Fang Yang?"

"Heh."

Li Daoming responded with a chuckle, but he pointedly ignored the request.

This old fellow before him had clearly set his sights on his disciple's Yin Yang secret art; how could he possibly sell out his own student?

On the battle stage.

The Yin Yang Tribulation Light dissipated, revealing the tottering figure of Yaoguang Holy Son.

His face was ghastly, and his entire body was covered in wounds. If he hadn't been secretly circulating the Ruthless Inheritance to heal the terrifying injuries caused by the Yin Yang Tribulation Light, it would have been difficult for him to even remain standing.

This sacred art is too terrifying; it faintly transcends the Sacred Dao realm. Moreover, the Primordial Sacred Light that Fang Yang unleashed earlier also had something strange about its power.

If I don't use the Ruthless Inheritance, I am absolutely no match for him.

Yaoguang Holy Son felt deeply unwilling.

Yet, he could not bring himself to unleash those secret arts regarded as taboo.

The Ruthless Lineage was universally reviled.

Countless millennia ago, the Ruthless orthodoxy had been at its peak, only to be jointly crushed into the dust of history by several Supreme Dao factions.

It was evident how much malice the various factions of the Eastern Wasteland held toward the Ruthless Inheritance.

If he were to reveal the Ruthless Inheritance, he wouldn't even need to wait for other factions to crusade against him; he would be silenced by the major figures of the Ruthless Lineage immediately.

The best-case scenario would be ending up as a stray dog.

"I... have lost."

Yaoguang Holy Son straightened his robes and spoke these three words calmly, trying his best not to show any loss of composure.

But everyone understood that losing the position of Holy Son meant his heart could not possibly be as calm as his outward appearance suggested.

"Holy Son Fang!"

"Holy Son Fang!"

Suddenly, intense shouts erupted from the crowd, representing the end of one era and signaling the beginning of another.

[Defeated Yaoguang Holy Son, Destiny +3000]

Fang Yang's eyes remained as still as an ancient well. He met Yaoguang Holy Son's gaze, looking forward to the arrival of the next life-or-death duel.

Presumably, the spoils of that battle would be even more bountiful.