Wind Beast God

In the early days of the Primordial Universe, Universe Overlords truly were invincible beings. Even Universe Lords such as Dragon Walker Lord and Source had to show them sufficient respect.

But Fang Yan knew that in the future of the Primordial Universe, Universe Lords, Universe Strongest, and even beings at higher levels would emerge.

In that distant future, Universe Overlords would only become increasingly marginalized.

And who wanted to be some nobody by the roadside?

Fang Yan took a deep breath, sat cross-legged before the altar, and closed his eyes.

"Spring Autumn Cicada."

He called softly.

Time Reversal!

The jade flask was once again filled with blazing golden Wind-Flow Origin Liquid.

Fang Yan picked up the jade flask and drained it in one gulp again.

Again and again—third time, fourth time, fifth time...

Fang Yan could no longer count how many cups of Wind-Flow Origin Liquid he had consumed.

Three thousand years of enlightenment passed silently.

Fang Yan was now seated cross-legged before the 9,999th step. His aura had become exceptionally restrained; he was like a blade sheathed in its scabbard, with no sharpness visible, yet capable of cutting through all things the instant it was drawn.

His mental power amplitude ultimately settled at 9,999.

The enhancement to his own strength had reached 99.99 times.

That was terrifying!

Fang Yan's human body had directly reached the foundation of a high-level Immortal Army Lord.

And Fang Yan's Spring Autumn Cicada avatar, with its 1,000-fold genes multiplied by 100, possessed 100,000 times the power of a Peak World Lord.

The Spring Autumn Cicada's base combat strength had astonishingly reached Peak King-level!

Of course, only its foundation had reached that point. For Fang Yan, his comprehension of the laws was still far from sufficient.

If he went head-to-head with King-level powerhouses who had mastered the three major branches of the higher laws, Fang Yan would only end up as a meatball.

"9,999."

Fang Yan murmured the number, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

He did not choose to continue forward, nor did he touch the divine throne right before him.

The 10,000th step was a trap, poison coated in sugar. Once he stepped onto it, the title of Universe Overlord would be placed upon his head, and there would be no further progress possible from then on.

Fang Yan rose to his feet and gave a slight cupped-fist salute toward the divine throne deep within the temple.

"Wind-Nurturing Divine General, forgive my offense."

With that, he turned without looking back and walked toward the way he had come.

The temple remained quiet for a long time. Then, from an unimaginably deep place, came a faint breath-like sound.

It sounded like an ancient sigh, yet also like a meaningful, quiet chuckle.

The thirty-two dark golden temples still floated at the bottom of the eye of the storm, arranged in that ancient circular formation.

Standing before the temple gates, Fang Yan looked back at the temple where he had spent more than four thousand years, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He was not even five thousand years old yet.

Giving up that final step meant giving up the chance to ascend to Universe Overlord in a single stride.

"Master, your heart is beating very fast."

Little Fox Fairy's voice rang in his mind, carrying a hint of teasing.

"Do you regret it now?"

"Regret it?"

Fang Yan's lips curved.

"A certain Immortal Venerable once said: seize it in one grab and refine it in an instant!"

The Wind-Following Wings spread behind him. The secret engravings upon the azure feathers lit up, and Fang Yan streaked through the storm in an arc, racing toward the upper reaches of the eye of the storm.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Little Fox Fairy was somewhat baffled by Fang Yan's words.

"I am willing to pay for my mistakes, but I never regret any of my decisions. I have never doubted my own judgment. If things turn out contrary to my wishes, it is only because my abilities are still insufficient. No one can be right at every step..."

(Full recitation omitted here. Anyone who never memorized it, go stand in the corner on some short-video app! ٩(๑^o^๑)۶)

After Fang Yan's impassioned speech, he froze.

Lanke King was still there.

But at this moment, Lanke King was as obedient as a cat being held by the scruff of its neck.

This King-level powerhouse who guarded the outer region of Wind Abyss Star was slightly bent forward, his hands hanging at his sides, his entire body taut like a fully drawn bow.

Fang Yan did not even need to think to know what level of being could make a King-level powerhouse so nervous.

Sure enough, his gaze passed beyond Lanke King and saw a figure.

That being's figure filled the void. He did not speak, yet the entire expanse of space fell silent.

Meteors no longer moved, and planets no longer revolved...

A creature entirely covered in dense azure fur stood there, resembling an upright giant cat, broad and powerful without being bloated.

Its azure fur was exceedingly thick, layered upon layer from the crown of its head to its ankles. Every strand of fur was like an independent river of stars; as they drifted faintly through the void, countless tiny points of light could vaguely be seen flowing within them.

Those points of light formed spiral paths, like miniature galaxies slowly rotating within his fur.

"I am the Wind Beast God. You may also call me Lord of Wine."

A rich, uncle-like voice sounded in Fang Yan's mind, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This was no ordinary Universe Lord, but a being born with 10,081-fold genes, a nearly invincible existence in the early Primordial Universe.

The Wind Beast God slowly turned around.

Fang Yan's reflection appeared in his amber vertical pupils. He did not look savage; instead, he exuded the weathered calm and detachment accumulated over endless years.

Then, the giant cat spoke.

"Kid, come here."

His voice was not loud, yet it possessed a strange penetrating power.

It was not some law-based secret technique, merely the vibration of vocal cords. Yet beneath that voice lay an exceptionally mellow, uncle-like timbre.

It was like the voice of some middle-aged male star who had spent more than a decade narrating documentaries—deep and magnetic, with a slightly lazy trailing note that made people want to hear him say a few more words.

Fang Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and beat his Wind-Following Wings as he flew before the Wind Beast God. He cupped his fists in salute.

"This junior is Fang Yan. Greetings, Senior."

The Wind Beast God said nothing. Those amber eyes swept through the void behind Fang Yan before returning to scan Fang Yan several times, making Fang Yan's back turn cold.

"You were able to reach the final step of Wind-Nurturing Divine General's inheritance. Very good. Those words you spoke just now were also very good."

"No one can be right at every step..."

A moment later, the Wind Beast God finally spoke. His voice remained calm, but a trace of barely perceptible approval flashed through those vertical pupils.

Fang Yan's heart tightened.

Before he could speak, the Wind Beast God continued. The corners of his mouth seemed to lift slightly, revealing the outline of a few sharp fangs and lending that giant cat face a touch of slyness.

"I am the Wind Beast God of the Ancestral God Cult. I came here today to retrieve a component of my top-tier treasure, the Illusory God Bell."

He raised a furry paw and patted the indigo giant star floating in the void.

"This Wind Abyss Star is the clapper of the Illusory God Bell."

Fang Yan's pupils suddenly constricted.