Chapter 167: Chapter 165: Black Moon Illusion Heart Marrow

The forest was dim, dotted with moonlight.

Fang Yang walked slowly into the forest. Above him, a White Feathered Eagle led nearly a thousand Flying Eagles, circling vigilantly.

His Second Uncle Fang and clansister, Fang Min, accompanied him, one on each side.

"SCREE—"

Suddenly, the White Feathered Eagle screeched and flapped its wings.

Its massive frame was instantly engulfed in fiercely burning, spectral flames, making it resemble a ferocious and terrifying demon from hell.

At its cry, nearly a thousand Flying Eagles beat their wings in unison, stirring up a great wind.

In an instant, the White Feathered Eagle beat its wings, unleashing a fiery hurricane that shot down and illuminated the thicket below.

Hidden within the thicket was a massive python.

The massive python’s body was grayish-green, its scales like withered leaves.

Its eyes were blood-red and baleful, striking fear into any who met their gaze.

A Poison Dao Fierce Beast—the Seven-leaf Python!

Realizing it could no longer hide, the Seven-leaf Python leaped forward.

Under the bright moonlight, the massive serpent bore down on them, a soul-shaking sight.

It was actually trying to withstand the spectral hurricane in order to crush Fang Yang and his two companions!

"Such a big attitude for such a small temple..." Fang Yang sighed softly.

’It’s just a Tier Three Fierce Beast. Why is it so ferocious? This makes no sense.’

The next moment, the spectral hurricane slammed the Seven-leaf Python into the undergrowth, scorching the earth and turning it into a barren white patch.

The Seven-leaf Python’s slit-like pupils widened, as if it were stunned senseless.

"SCREE—"

The cry rang out again. Wreathed in flames, the White Feathered Eagle dove like a falling meteor, descending with a powerful aura that threatened to destroy everything.

This astonishing display startled the Seven-leaf Python. Its body went rigid, and it turned to flee.

But locked in place by Fang Yang’s aura, the Seven-leaf Python found it difficult to move.

BOOM! With a loud roar, waves of white smoke billowed out. The White Feathered Eagle returned, the corpse of the Seven-leaf Python clutched in its talons.

Fang Min gazed at the White Feathered Eagle, her eyes shining. "This White Feathered Eagle of yours is really something special," she said.

Second Uncle Fang, however, glanced around calmly. "The Seven-leaf Python’s gallbladder can be used in all sorts of detoxification Pills," he remarked. "A good haul."

BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP...

The White Feathered Eagle vigilantly guarded its surroundings.

The recent commotion had attracted the attention of many onlookers.

All of them stared with peculiar expressions, their gazes fixed on the White Feathered Eagle and on Fang Yang.

On a distant mountaintop, beneath a gnarled, ancient tree.

"Fang Yang..."

Yuming murmured the name, his gaze fixed on the handsome figure in the black-and-white Daoist robe far away.

Yuming had once stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the likes of Fang Yang, Lin Yaoguang, Ji Juyun, and Jiang Venerable Sword. Each of them had been a champion of their respective realm in the Changkong clan’s grand tournament.

However, as time went on, the gap between these champions began to widen.

The champion of Tier Three, Lin Yaoguang, had already resigned himself to his fate, accepting the fact that Fang Yang would surpass him.

But Yuming, the former champion of Tier Two who now possessed a Tier Three Advanced cultivation, refused to accept the fact that he was destined for mediocrity.

As for Fang Yang’s many brilliant achievements during the previous Battle of Xuan-Yu, Yuming was consumed by envy, jealousy, and hate.

He had unwittingly become a stepping stone for this junior, Fang Yang, and he was nowhere near as magnanimous about it as Lin Yaoguang!

At this moment, a shadow crossed Yuming’s handsome face:

’I never thought your achievements in the path of Enslavement would be this incredible.’

’If you actually get into the Thunder Saint Academy, who knows what kind of brilliance you’ll unleash.’

’Whew... Looks like I need to get my hands on the Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun treasure quickly. I have to become someone with immense Bloodline Power, just like Hei Liwu.’

Suddenly, Yuming’s eyes narrowed.

He had just seen Fang Yang capture a completely new type of Flying Eagle.

A Raptor Eagle!

"The Raptor Eagle is a Flying Eagle of the Wood Dao. It can borrow the power of vegetation to increase its speed. Its Bloodline Power is about on par with the White Feathered Eagle."

Fang Min asked with keen interest, "Ah Yang, don’t tell me you’re trying for a Slave Array Convergence?!"

At her words, Fang Yang gazed up at the tricolored Flying Eagle Group in the sky, then lowered his head to look at these seven new greenish-blue flying eagles.

The White Feathered Eagle, a Fire Dao Flying Eagle.

The Black Water Eagle, a Water Dao Flying Eagle.

The Iron-winged Eagle, a Gold Dao Flying Eagle.

’Adding these Raptor Eagles... all right, it seems I really am on the path of Slave Array Convergence.’

"Slave Array Convergence?"

Fang Yang shook his head. "I’m only at the Hundred Eagle Souls level. That’s a distant goal. We can talk about it if the opportunity ever arises."

Enslavement and Soul have been intertwined since ancient times. The path of the Soul Dao is vast and profound; it’s by no means an easy path to cultivate.

Besides, his current cultivation focus was still on the Path of the Kun-Peng, and he didn’t have much energy to delve into the Array Dao.

If he really wanted to achieve Slave Array Convergence, he would need to be at least at the Thousand Eagle Souls level!

...

BOOM!

RUMBLE!

Just as Fang Yang and the others were exploring the forest, a world-shaking sound suddenly erupted from deep within the Black Moon Mountain Range.

Fang Yang looked up and immediately saw vast black smoke rising in the distance, spreading in all directions, threatening to cover the sky and block out the moonlight.

Faint wails could be heard from within the vast black smoke, as if a dark Soul River flowed there, dragging countless blood-stained beings down into its depths.

This was the inheritance of the Black Moon Great Saint manifesting!

This was followed by the ecstatic cheers of the crowd.

"Heavens, that must be Soul Falling Black Mountain! It’s already stained red—I can’t imagine how many lives were lost there," someone exclaimed in awe, pointing at a blood-red mountain peak that jutted from the earth like a sword. Their voice was tinged with fear.

"The Array’s power is still present, but it’s weakening over time. Once the Black Kunchen Illusion appears on the full moon, its power will likely be at its lowest point. That will be the time for a true clash of titans," someone in the know whispered, their voice filled with complex emotions.

"You think we needed you to tell us that?" another person snorted with contempt. "The Hei family revealed that information ages ago."

Regardless of their attitudes, at this moment, everyone was awestruck by the manifestation within the dense black smoke.

After all, besides the Thunder-Control Celestial Heaven-Reaching Pagoda, this inheritance was considered among the absolute best!

’The Array’s power...’ Fang Yang murmured to himself, his gaze falling to the yellowed parchment scroll in his hands.

He quickly found the location he was looking for—the Abyss of the Profound Kun’s Return.

And in just three days, the Black Kunchen Illusion would appear on the full moon!

Suddenly, Fang Yang’s ears twitched slightly.

He snapped his head up and instantly saw several enormous, radiant Dharma Aspects materialize in the sky.

A Sword Flood Dragon, a Demonic Sunflower, Nine Netherworld Prison Dogs...

These were the Dharma Aspects of Jiang Venerable Sword, Chen Kui, Sen You, and other supreme, Dao Seed Level prodigies!

Second Uncle Fang narrowed his eyes, his expression growing serious. "Rumor has it that [Black Moon Illusion Heart Marrow] will appear in the Black Moon Great Saint’s legacy grounds."

Hearing this, an expectant look appeared on Fang Min’s face. "Black Moon Illusion Heart Marrow... That’s a treasure that can help one survive the tribulation of becoming a Saint..."

From their explanation, Fang Yang began to understand what the Black Moon Illusion Heart Marrow was.

The Black Moon Illusion Heart Marrow was a genuine Tier Six Sacred Material!

A Sacred Material of this caliber was exceedingly rare, and was even rumored to be connected to the legendary Dream Dao.

With it, even if you failed the tribulation to ascend to Sainthood, you could still barely cling to life instead of being utterly destroyed by the ordeal.

’Soul Falling Black Mountain, Black Moon Illusion Heart Marrow, and even the Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun... So this is the legacy of a Great Saint...’ Fang Yang’s gaze lowered as he became lost in thought.

’The legacy left behind by a dead Great Saint is this incredible. Wouldn’t a living Great Saint be even more amazing?’

At that moment, Fang Yang glanced at the [Fortune Seeking, Calamity Avoiding] orb of light in his mind, and a sense of calm settled over him.