Chapter 402 - 393: Divine Fires Gather, Golden Crow Sacred Body

Chapter 402: Chapter 393: Divine Fires Gather, Golden Crow Sacred Body

"I... lost?!"

Sen Zhenlong’s face was a mask of shock, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

He just stared blankly at the heavens, unmoving.

He’d lost.

He had lost once again.

And this time, he had lost even faster.

He had clearly undergone his ancestor’s brutal training, putting his life on the line.

But in the end, he was defeated in just a few rounds.

This outcome was truly beyond his expectations.

At this moment, the heavens cracked open.

The pitch-black rifts into the void were dense, like a spiderweb on a shattered mirror, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

Within them, a colossal phantom of a Golden Crow spread its wings, erupting in orange-yellow flames that set the sky ablaze, burning fiercely and suppressing the world below.

Beneath the phantom of the Golden Crow stood Fang Yang, wielding the Golden Ancient Spear with a frigid expression.

He had been able to crush Sen Zhenlong even when it was just a phantom of a Three-legged Crow.

Now that it had evolved from a Three-legged Crow into a Great Sun Golden Crow, the power he could unleash was all the more incredible.

Naturally, Sen Zhenlong’s training had been no match for him.

"From this point on, I am the monarch of the Changkong Race!"

A bright light flared in Fang Yang’s eyes.

Vaguely, he thought he saw a majestic, violet-gold immortal light detach from Sen Zhenlong’s body and surge toward his head.

In that instant, a true dragon howled while the Golden Crow cried out in triumph.

A faint sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

Visibly, Sen Zhenlong’s face grew wan and listless, as if he were drained from carnal excess.

He, on the other hand, was full of vigor. From his very Soul to his physical body, he felt utterly replenished.

It felt good.

Incredibly good.

His body couldn’t help but tremble.

Thus.

The Changkong Race was unified.

It was worth noting that after his defeat, Sen Zhenlong withdrew from the war for supremacy and did not choose to submit completely.

Time passed. Fang Yang led the Changkong Race to conquer the Dongfang Race and the Minghai Race in succession.

His pace of conquest was even faster than Sen Yue’s.

After all, with Sen Yue’s example to follow, he could hardly be any slower.

Somewhat to Fang Yang’s surprise, the other five great Golden Clans did not unite against him.

This was because in this lifetime, the Bai family had produced a prodigy of heavenly talent.

A peerless prodigy, Bai Qisheng, who awakened the [Golden-Winged Dapeng Bird] Sacred Body upon achieving Enlightenment!

...

Golden Crow Palace. Fierce Flames blazed.

Inside the palace was a peculiar pool.

The pool was not large, merely two feet square. It carried the sediment of time and the haze of ages, its stone walls mottled with ancient marks.

Within it, numerous Anomalous Flames swirled like water, piled high. Auspicious light streamed out, accompanied by waves of a refreshing fragrance that permeated one’s very core.

’No Fusang Branches, only Golden Crow feathers?!’

Fang Yang sat in the pool, a contemplative look in his eyes.

According to the hints from the phantom of the Dream Emperor, he had to form the Golden Crow Sacred Body within this layer of the dream realm.

To advance from a Spirit Body to a Sacred Body, the most crucial step was choosing a suitable Sacred Material. This was needed to channel True Essence, condense his phantom into a Dharma Aspect, and transition the power of heaven and earth.

Now, Fang Yang discovered that the Sacred Material before him was a Golden Crow feather.

He knew very well that the best choice of Sacred Material for forming his Sacred Body would have been Fusang Branches.

Unfortunately, it seemed that in this Star Dream Realm, no Cultivator of the ’Fusang Divine Tree’ had ever been born.

Naturally, this meant Fusang Branches were nowhere to be found.

Furthermore, Bai Qisheng’s aggressive rise was creating immense pressure.

If he didn’t form the Golden Crow Sacred Body soon, he feared he would truly suffer a crushing defeat here.

’So, was failing to use the Fusang Branches as a catalyst the main reason for the Yue Sheng Ancestor’s defeat?’

Fang Yang grew thoughtful.

He wanted to deny it, but his intuition told him it was a distinct possibility.

After a moment, he closed his eyes and began to relax.

He couldn’t make bricks without straw.

No matter how much he pursued perfection, he had to work with what he had.

The pool felt as if it had been forged by some divine fire; it was warm to the touch and radiated an ancient aura.

The divine fire flared, and the Golden Crow shrieked.

Countless fiery petals danced, indestructible, twisting the very void. Beyond the palace, the world itself began to tremble.

Above the Golden Crow Palace, endless flames erupted, engulfing the world.

A pair of enormous, cold eyes materialized, gazing down upon the world with an indifference so profound it made one’s heart tremble.

"Wh-what is that?!"

Fang Yuedong and the others were aghast.

All living creatures trembled, seized by a sudden horror.

All were moved to worship; all were shaken to their core.

...

...

「The Real World.」

「The Third Monarch’s Tent.」

On the slumbering Fang Yang’s body, wisps of Golden Crow divine fire began to appear.

BOOM!

In his first spiritual aperture, the Fusang Branches pulsed, suddenly erupting with a dazzling golden divine light. A terrifying radiance surged out in all directions.

Upon his True Essence Sea, a Fusang Divine Tree materialized.

It was lush and golden, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Each leaf contained different Fire Dao and Wood Dao Patterns.

It was rooted here, lying dormant.

But at its roots, another ball of divine light gradually appeared, as if gestating something within.

Its form was faintly visible, resembling a Golden Crow with a terrifying aura.

As True Essence flowed, the Golden Crow phantom shifted, arriving beneath the Fusang Tree’s roots. It connected with the ball of divine light, fitting seamlessly.

BOOM—

The next moment, the Fusang Divine Tree violently exploded, unleashing a dense torrent of Life Essence that flooded into the Golden Crow phantom, expanding in all directions.

The Golden Crow phantom rapidly solidified, taking on an even more brilliant golden sheen.

At this moment, the entire monarch’s tent was shaking violently.

A sacred aura manifested around Fang Yang’s body. Chaos swirled and the rhythm of the Dao lingered. The protective array began to crack, and a crimson, auspicious energy shot from the crown of his head into the highest heavens.

The world turned crimson and trembled unceasingly, as if the Great Dao itself were roaring. Auspicious light surged as beams of radiance pierced through heaven and earth.

"The Monarch?!"

Outside the tent, the Mountain Recluse was startled, his eyes wide with utter disbelief.

He was stunned; the events unfolding before him were already beyond his control.

Gritting his teeth, he hurriedly cast various spells of Magic, trying to conceal the divine phenomenon.

"What’s happening?"

Within the Third Army, numerous experts were alarmed. They immediately stopped what they were doing and shot into the sky, looking toward the monarch’s tent.

"It’s the Monarch’s tent. What a commotion."

"Auspicious energy shooting to the highest heavens, divine fire filling the sky... What sort of terrifying Magic is the Monarch cultivating?"

"This is astounding. Even the Venerable Ancient Scripture from the Ten Thousand Flames Hall probably couldn’t cause a stir like this..."

Linghe, Jiuming, and the others were all astonished.

Su Xi, however, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

As the Vice Commander of the Third Army, she was perfectly clear on their current situation.

Things seemed calm on the surface, but at the border, enemy soldiers were once again beginning to test their defenses.

Now that Fang Yang’s cultivation had borne fruit, she was naturally overjoyed.

She had not forgotten the heroic sight of Fang Yang standing alone against the White Tiger Demon Lord, Zhong Zunyang, and their forces.

(The next two Chapters are scheduled for release at 11:55 PM.)