Chapter 522 - 437: Peak of Tier 6! Flowers in the Fog

Chapter 522: Chapter 437: Peak of Tier 6! Flowers in the Fog

In the center of the area was a main chamber.

The main chamber’s doorway was tall and grand, holding a peculiar, profound mystery.

At this moment, Fang Yang had a feeling that if they stepped through this doorway, they would return to the real world.

Yu Zither Immortal, on the other hand, felt the same.

"The journey is about to end." Yu Zither Immortal’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with worry.

The problem she had been avoiding had once again surfaced.

Namely, how was she to handle her relationship with Fang Yang?

With the sharp eyes of Great Powers like Thunder Control the Great Saint, they would surely be able to see that something was different about her.

Most importantly, how was she to face her master, Chenri the Great Saint?

Her delicate brows knitted even tighter at the thought.

The moment she stepped into the palace’s main chamber, her heart was once again thrown into turmoil.

She was like a lone boat, adrift and lost.

"Zither Immortal, just give me some time. I’ll handle everything," Fang Yang said, squeezing her soft hand.

She smiled, her voice ethereal and soft. "You don’t have to rush. I believe you can do it."

Fang Yang’s expression was calm and unflappable.

After offering some comfort, his thoughts quickly drifted elsewhere.

Looking back on this experience, he still found it all to be incredibly surreal.

’To think that one could actually use the Dream Dao to dream their way back to ancient times... it’s just too incredible.’

Of course, he was also joyful.

He now knew for certain that the path to immortality was not a myth!

.........

Within the Heavenly Fire Palace, immortal energy drifted about, and mysterious true flames flickered in and out of existence.

Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal once again arrived at the Saint Sect, at the very place where they had first bared themselves to each other.

Within the Saint Sect lay a Sea of Fire, a divine flame possessing a "divinity" that could activate the potential of a Sacred Body.

After a year’s absence, the true fire here was once again abundant.

At this moment, a Golden Crow soared through the void while a Fusang tree swayed.

The two Dharma Aspects spiraled and mixed, causing majestic Fire Runes to emerge with the profound harmony of yin and yang complementing each other.

"You scoundrel, all you know is how to bully me."

"Don’t fidget. I still have to undo the seal on your Immortal Acupoint."

"Mmmh..."

Fang Yang sat on a jade chair with her on his lap. "The Immortal Acupoint is an incredibly mysterious place," he said. "I’m giving it my all and being extremely careful, terrified of making a mistake. As long as I see you’re alright, I can rest easy."

The first part of his statement was sincere; the second was half-truth, half-lie.

Fang Yang buried his head in Yu Zither Immortal’s bosom, enjoying a moment of peace.

With a mix of indignation and affection, Yu Zither Immortal hugged him tightly, her soft hands patting his back repeatedly.

When passion ran deep, it was hard to hold back.

In an instant, their tongues began to clash.

Yu Zither Immortal closed her stunning, almond-shaped eyes in resignation, when she suddenly felt her body become weightless.

He had lifted her up, parting her legs and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, holding her immobile.

"What are you doing?"

"We really can’t..."

Flustered, angry, and shy all at once, she beat against Fang Yang with all her might.

Before long, her strength gave out.

Her head fell back, revealing her slender neck. "Ah Yang... Ah Yang."

"Fusang Fairy, a beauty of unparalleled grace," Fang Yang whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

She was already at her limit. Hearing his words, she tensed instinctively.

In an instant, her body trembled, her voice growing louder and louder until it reached a crescendo.

Another three days and three nights.

On this night, she knelt within the ocean of flames.

Her long, black hair swayed like willow catkins in the wind as her body trembled.

A lingering cry, like that of a phoenix, faded away before her hair gradually fell still.

After such an ordeal, she could no longer hold herself up and collapsed.

Beads of sweat glistened on her shoulders, layer upon layer.

They held an indescribable allure in the firelight.

Now, once again, the divine flames receded at a visible rate.

The Golden Crow and the Fusang, in turn, were becoming more harmonious and complete.

Fang Yang reached out to wipe the sweat from her skin.

"No, no, don’t!" she cried in a panic.

In an instant, she summoned what little strength she had just recovered and scrambled to her feet, breathing heavily.

"Too much of a good thing is bad. We can’t go on like this."

She adjusted her breathing and said suddenly, "Doing this too often is unhealthy."

"How could that be? I can see your Fusang Immortal Zither has already undergone a brand-new transformation."

"No, that’s different. That’s completely different."

She looked up and saw Fang Yang, still full of vigor, and a trace of panic appeared in her eyes.

She wasn’t some naive little girl who knew nothing of the world.

During her time training in the mortal world, she had heard the saying, "There are only bulls that are worked to death, never a field that’s over-plowed."

But now she had discovered that it wasn’t true.

At certain moments, she felt as if she were about to ascend to the Nine Heavens or plunge into the Yellow Springs, as if she were about to die.

Suddenly, a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She had a faint inkling of a certain possibility.

’Could it be that Fang Yang chose her specifically because he didn’t want Sen Hui to perish prematurely?’

"Alright, we’ll do as you say," Fang Yang said, kissing her on the lips and pulling her into his embrace.

"Get some rest. It’s time for us to leave the Heavenly Fire Palace."

...

Previously, Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal had traveled from the Saint Ancestor’s training ground to the Heavenly Fire Palace via the Rainbow Bridge.

Right now, they were standing at the end of that same bridge.

As soon as they stepped onto it, they would leave the Heavenly Fire Palace and see Thunder Control the Great Saint and the others.

"So, the time has finally come," Yu Zither Immortal said, taking a deep breath.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself thousands of times, her feelings were still a complicated mess.

She shot Fang Yang a glance and snorted.

’Plans never keep up with reality.’

’She only had herself to blame for acting on impulse and provoking Fang Yang.’

’Of course,’ she thought, ’that scoundrel Fang Yang definitely had his own designs on me from the start!’

"Let’s go," Fang Yang said, taking her hand.

Flowers bloomed with every step, filling the void with Golden Lotuses.

The various divine flames flanking the Rainbow Bridge all retreated.

This strange phenomenon immediately drew the attention of the four Great Powers: Qing Chui, Mingyang, Thunder Control the Great Saint, and the Changkong Heavenly Bow.

Mingyang: "Fang Yang is a Young Venerable whose talent surpasses even Sen Yue’s. By all rights, his cultivation should have reached the upper levels of Tier Six!"

Qing Chui: "Heh, I wonder what sort of transformation Fang Yang has undergone."

Thunder Control the Great Saint: "The Fusang and the Golden Crow are complementary. According to those old fossils, they’d be thrilled if Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal became Dao companions, but isn’t this a bit too fast?"

As they pondered, another change occurred up ahead.

Auspicious light rained down from the heavens, and sweet springs gushed forth from the earth.

Golden Lotuses bloomed in the void, their exotic, sweet fragrance filling the air.

The world was filled with brilliant colors and a pervasive, peaceful aura.

In the blink of an eye, a great path of golden light unfurled, and two figures descended from it.

The man was dashing and powerful, the woman arrestingly beautiful.

Fang Yang! And Yu Zither Immortal!

Fang Yang was dressed in black robes. He was handsome, with a straight and tall posture, sharp as a spear and keen as a sword, radiating a heroic aura.

Yu Zither Immortal was tall and stunningly beautiful. She wore a purple palace-style gown, exuding an elegant, classic beauty and a peerless grace.

The pair looked like a perfect match, like a celestial couple.

"In just one year, he went from the initial stage of Tier Six to Tier Six Peak!?" Mingyang’s pupils contracted. He sucked in a sharp breath, a tingling sensation crawling over his scalp.

The black mist beside Qing Chui swayed restlessly, constantly recoiling from the Vermilion Bird Dao Pattern. "This level of Fire Dao pressure... Fang Yang actually gives me a feeling similar to that of the Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable..."

’So they did get together after all,’ Thunder Control the Great Saint sighed inwardly. ’Alas, I was overthinking it.’ In truth, she preferred Sen Hui.

At that moment, the eyes of the Great Powers flickered, each lost in their own thoughts.

Fang Yang’s transformation was simply too astounding!

A gentle breeze stirred, blowing away the heat.

The Changkong Heavenly Bow buzzed and trembled violently, emitting flashes of cyan thunder and orange-yellow fire.

In an instant, its aura became ancient and profound, as if some primeval monster had returned.

It rose gently into the air under everyone’s watchful gaze.

It spoke: "Golden Crow. Young Supreme. Long time no see."

At this, Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

’For instance, has the Changkong Heavenly Bow awakened corresponding memories now that he and Yu Zither Immortal have returned?’

’But if so, that would clearly create a paradox!’

’Here it comes again. That feeling...’

’This feeling of trying to see flowers in a fog.’

Fang Yang stared intently at the Changkong Heavenly Bow and said, "Long time... no see."

At the same time, Yu Zither Immortal, standing behind Fang Yang, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The seniors hadn’t questioned her and Fang Yang’s changes too closely.

But along with her relief, she also felt a pang of disappointment.

After a moment, she gazed at Fang Yang’s back, and the corners of her lips curved up slightly, dispelling her disappointment.