Free Web NovelChapter 213: Chapter 211: Cyan Thunder Rune Seed
BOOM—
A colossal roar echoed out, sending out ripples of golden light that shook the entire mountain range.
When the billowing white smoke cleared, Fang Yang remained standing firm in the center of the field, his dark hair disheveled but his presence unshaken.
"How is this possible?"
Sen Cangba’s eyes were vacant, Yu Yihao was utterly demoralized, and Qing Xixi’s face was deathly pale.
It was too unbelievable. How could Fang Yang have possibly withstood that wave of attacks? It shouldn’t have been possible.
The remaining cultivators were all profoundly shaken, a sense of despair creeping into their hearts.
But Fang Yang, at the forefront, showed no signs of stopping. He continued to channel the Carp Eagle Divine Feather.
With another BOOM, a golden torrent surged to the heavens, rising hundreds of feet to engulf the sky as the Golden Tai Chi Diagram manifested once more.
And from the center of the Golden Tai Chi Diagram, the illusion of a black Giant Kun slowly poked its head out before leaping forth like a breaching carp.
Its body blotted out the sun, casting a heavy darkness over everything.
An atmosphere of despair began to spread!
Beneath the heavens, light and shadow intertwined.
The Golden Tai Chi Diagram spun slowly, pouring down like a vast waterfall of light.
Fang Yang, with his thick, dark hair, stood alone in the void. He held the Crimson Purple Battle Lance in one hand, his figure shrouded in brilliance.
Beneath his feet, the illusion of a black Giant Kun drifted, emitting wisps of an ethereal glow that shook the soul.
It was a breathtaking sight. Everyone present was frozen stiff, like clay statues.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant, making everyone forget to breathe.
"Suppressing all the heroes... he actually did it..."
"Fuck, how can he single-handedly suppress the champions of every clan?"
"Is he really on the path of the Kun Peng? Why is it so sharp and domineering? Are you sure it’s not the path of the Great Sun Golden Crow...?"
The survivors looked up, their expressions complex.
Because Fang Yang had truly swept away all opposition, establishing his dominance.
In the entire field, he was the only one left standing firm.
How could such a scene not make others despair?
Lin Tianxue’s eyes shone with adoration, Cyan Aura was filled with deep reverence, and Zhang Ye hurriedly shut his eyes.
As for the few who were manipulating the situation from the shadows, Lin Shenghuang took a deep breath, while Yuxuan and Chen Kui narrowed their eyes.
Sen Wei, on the other hand, couldn’t stop nodding. Of course, she was also curious as to why Fang Yang could borrow the power of heaven and earth.
Sen Wei lowered her gaze, thinking to herself:
’The Wenshan Pen? No, the power of heaven and earth that the Wenshan Pen can mobilize is very faint.’
’The heart of the Black Moon Water Kun? That’s not it either. Although Fang Yang did just conjure the Black Kunchen Illusion, there wasn’t any vision of soaring blood qi...’
Sen Wei’s guess was both right and wrong.
Fang Yang’s ability to channel the power of heaven and earth was indeed aided by the Wenshan Pen and the heart of the Black Moon Water Kun, but the most important factor was the Carp Eagle Divine Feather!
After three journeys into the bloodline dreamscape, Fang Yang had already refined three-fifths of the Carp Eagle Divine Feather.
As a result, he could naturally borrow the power of heaven and earth.
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The competition for the position of Tier Three assessment officer in the Hundred Clans Martial Gathering had come to an end.
Fang Yang had indisputably overpowered a host of his seniors to become the Tier Three Marquis of Shiwu. This meant he would guard the final checkpoint on the path of the Tier Three region.
The assessment officers ranked below Fang Yang were Sen Cangba, followed by Qing Xixi, Yu Yihao, and the others.
This result was beyond any of the competitors’ expectations.
Fang Yang was young. Too young.
At his age, no matter how strong his combat techniques were, logically, they shouldn’t have been *that* strong.
And yet, he had defied convention, bulldozing his way to becoming the Tier Three Marquis of Shiwu and creating a miracle of no small significance.
Considering the decline of the Fang Clan, no one from the Changkong tribe had achieved such a feat in at least twenty thousand years.
To put it bluntly, when they first saw that Fang Yang was also registering for the assessment officer competition, they thought he was just there to broaden his horizons and gain some experience.
But they never would have imagined that in the end, it would be Fang Yang who broadened *their* horizons and opened *their* eyes.
"As long as Fang Yang is around, my Zhang family will have to keep its tail between its legs." Zhang Tianli’s face was wracked with sorrow.
"A being like him could be called a young Great Saint..." Lin Moran murmured, staring at his own withered old hands, momentarily speechless.
"So full of vigor and radiating with spirit. No wonder the clan elders are so pleased with him." Sen Cangba felt a profound sense of helplessness as he watched Fang Yang’s departing figure.
In truth, even regarding Fang Yang entering the Sen Scripture Pavilion, there were still differing opinions within the Sen clan.
Most notably, the younger generation of the Sen clan had looked down on Fang Yang because of it.
But surprisingly, the older generation of the Sen clan was unanimously satisfied with Fang Yang, and was even willing to open doors for him.
However, aside from visiting the Scripture Pavilion, Fang Yang hadn’t gone to any other wondrous realms or Blessed Lands, so the elders’ arrangements had come to nothing.
The sky was clear, without a cloud in sight.
This place was covered in dense mountains and lush trees, a sea of deep green.
Now, Fang Yang arrived at a tall peak.
This peak was rather special; it was pure white, standing out from the crowd in stark contrast to its surroundings.
Even the fierce battle from moments before had failed to damage the peak in the slightest.
Its name was Qinghan Peak!
At the summit of Qinghan Peak, Fang Yang saw Sen Wei, Lin Shenghuang, and the two newly promoted Saints, Yuxuan and Chen Kui.
They were all standing in front of a Frost White Stone House, each occupying their own spot.
"You suppressed all the heroes."
Lin Shenghuang’s lovely face was wreathed in smiles. "Truly, a hero emerges from the young. Go on, the reward for the Marquis of Shiwu is in the back room."
Hearing this, Fang Yang turned to look at Sen Wei, who gave him a slight nod.
"Alright," Fang Yang replied.
Without much hesitation, he walked up to the door of the Frost White Stone House, gave it a hard push, and was greeted by the sight of a grove of green bamboo.
The green bamboo was lush and vibrant, full of life, exuding a refreshing aura.
No, that wasn’t a grove of green bamboo, but a field of cyan lightning! freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
CRACKLE...
The lightning exploded, its light blinding.
As Fang Yang watched, the cyan lightning gradually dissipated, until finally, only a single cyan seed remained floating in the room.
[Cyan Thunder Rune Seed]
Understanding dawned on Fang Yang. He instantly realized this was the Tier Four opportunity mentioned in the mid-to-high-grade fortune slip.
In an instant, waves of information about the Cyan Thunder Rune Seed flowed into his mind.
The Cyan Thunder Rune Seed, a Tier Four Spiritual Object of the Thunder Dao, contained an abundance of lightning within it.
Possessing it could help the user seek out and absorb the lightning of heaven and earth...
Fang Yang’s eyes suddenly brightened. He found this quite interesting.
This was because his Sea of Lightning technique required him to gather wisps of thunder and lightning to form streams and rivers of electricity.
If nothing else, after the previous great battle, he would have to start collecting wisps of lightning all over again.
Of course, what made Fang Yang even happier was that this Tier Four opportunity was an expandable one.
Now that this Tier Four opportunity had turned out to be a Thunder Dao Spiritual Object, any expansion of it would likely also be related to the Thunder Dao.
He just didn’t know if the expanded opportunity would be a Tier Five, or perhaps Tier Six or higher.
But no matter what, Fang Yang felt this trip had not been in vain.
