Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 479: Tracing the Three Families, Treasure Banner Advancement (Two in One)

One year later.

Fengling Fairy City.

A tripod was filled with precious light, and five-colored spiritual light gushed out, turning into rolling smoke and mist, wrapping the Qingzhi Tower like a dream.

In the lobby.

Zhao Yuan had a rough face and was wearing tight clothes. He paced back and forth anxiously.

"Uncle, why are you so anxious? Fang Yi is only in the middle stage of foundation building, which is about the same level as your uncle."

A young monk with a childish face spoke with an indignant look on his face.

“My uncle has reached the sixth level of foundation building and has even killed a second-level, mid-grade black-armored spirit turtle.

A few years ago, I fought against the Foundation Establishment Master of Tiandaowu and was not at a disadvantage. Why do you have to lower your status like this?"

"Banned!"

Zhao Yuan stopped and swept his foundation-building consciousness over. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he waved his sleeves and cast a layer of soundproof magic ban.

"Zhao Zhou, you are the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation of my Heiyuan Lake Zhao family.

"Before turning fifty, you've already laid a solid foundation, have a bright future, and it's natural for you to be a little arrogant."

Seeing the soundproofing ban around him that separated the inside and the outside, Zhao Zhou became much bolder and no longer restrained his words.

"Then why does my uncle have to try so hard to please Fang Yi of Qingzhi Tower? He is only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

Even if there is a second-level high-grade pig beast, my Black Yuan Lake Zhao family is not without foundation. The Xuanzu in the lake is also..."

Although Zhao Zhou was half-hearted, Zhao Yuan was also clear about the situation and he shook his head slightly.

"It's different. Although my Zhao family is not afraid of Fang Yi from Qingzhi Tower, the Jiang family from Bizhilin and the Wu family from Jiurang Peak are
None of these families are weaker than our Zhao family, and none of them don't have the Fake Dan Zhenren as their backer."

Zhao Yuan patted Zhao Zhou's shoulder and said meaningfully.

"Zhu'er, you have to remember that most of the elixirs, magical instruments, talismans, and spiritual objects consumed by Sudu Mountain on a daily basis are provided by the Examination Pavilion.

He has served as the head of the Kaogong Pavilion several times in the past.

Whether it was Master Qingfeng, Luo Shengyi, or Wei Jiuxiao, their cultivation level was at most the seventh level of Foundation Establishment.

Your cultivation is limited, so what you can do is limited."

"Then what's different about Fang Yi?" Zhao Zhou frowned slightly.

"He is only at the middle stage of foundation building. Even if he has a second-grade, top-grade demon pet, he is at most on par with Wei Jiuxiao of the Wei family."

Zhao Yuan looked through the carved wooden window at the inner courtyard of Qingzhi Tower, where the shadow of an ancient cauldron was absorbing and exhaling spiritual energy.

"Hey, so this Fang Yi is naturally the same, a medical practitioner in the middle stage of foundation building, with some strength and foundation, and his two disciples Qin Yu and Huo Zhao are also good.

By the time his two disciples had grown up, they had already been transferred out of the Examination Hall.
But now it’s very different.”

“A magic weapon!”

The fire of greed flickered in Zhao Yuan's eyes, and he almost groaned.

He really couldn't understand how a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building could have such good fortune and luck to possess a magic weapon.

What kind of luck and fortune does it take to be able to refine a magic weapon and keep it in your hands?

Xuanyang Mountain is protected by rules.

But magic treasures are precious, and fake Dan Zhenren with less financial resources can only use top-grade magic weapons.

“A Foundation Establishment cultivator who possesses a magic weapon, no matter what good fortune he has, but Fang Yi has been practicing the magic weapon for a year, and no one has taken action.

This alone is enough for my Zhao family to befriend
Zhu'er, your uncle will teach you a lesson. Let's trace back to the various factions on Mount Dushan. The Jiang family of Bizhiling has arrived, as has the Wu family of Jiurangfeng.

Among the major forces in Sudu Mountain, only my Zhao family from Heiyuan Lake is not coming?
Hey, does this mean that my Zhao family is dissatisfied with Fang Yi?"

"Is that so? After all, it's because Fang Yi refined a magic weapon, and his combat power increased greatly."

A hint of pride appeared in Zhao Zhou's eyes, his robe rustled, and he looked full of vigor and vitality.

"Borrowing the power of treasure is not the right way. Uncle, don't worry. When I condense the golden elixir, I will also ask Fang Yi to come to Heiyuan Lake to pay homage to me!"

"Haha, then uncle will wait for my Zhao family's Qilin son to condense the golden elixir and make Fang Yi come to pay homage!"

A trace of relief emerged in Zhao Yuan's heart.

This time, besides making friends with Fang Yi, he had another purpose.

The tribesmen in Heiyuan Lake admire Zhao Zhou too much, so he is spoiled and it is not easy for him to grow.

Bringing Zhao Zhou here, isn't it just to find some motivation for him?
Qin Yu was dressed in a green robe with fluttering sleeves.

"Brother Zhao, sorry for the wait."

Zhao Yuan forced a smile on his face.

Without any of the majesty of a clan leader, he restrained his evil spirit and the sixth level of foundation building to the extreme.

She was afraid of disturbing the handsome Qin Yu in front of her.

Zhao Yuan held a bottle of spiritual spring in his hand, with a humble posture and polite words.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, I heard that your master, Master Fang Yi, has refined a great treasure. His spiritual medical skills have been further improved.

This bottle of second-level Shengmu Lingquan is a token of my Zhao family's love. I hope you will accept it."

"You are too polite, my friend. Although Master's spiritual medical skills have improved, Dabao's words are not exaggerated."

Qin Yu glanced at Zhao Zhou, who had a young face and high morale.

His expression was indifferent.

This Zhao Yuan is the head of the Zhao family of Heiyuan Lake, and is a force under the command of a fake Dan Zhenren in Xuanyang Mountain.

He once killed a second-grade, mid-grade black-armored turtle with the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building. He was a top cultivator of the same level.

He is also well-known in Xuanyang Mountain.

He is much stronger than Wei Yushu who died in the Hanling Secret Realm.

Zhao Yuan relied on the fake Dan Zhenren behind him, so he didn't care much even if Fang Yi was in charge of the Kaogong Pavilion.

He is a real tough guy.

The Zhao family was able to maintain its independence during the previous five or six heads of the Examination Hall.

"Master is in seclusion refining elixirs for Uncle Zhong He and is unable to come out to entertain Senior Brother Zhao Yuan."

Qin Yu pondered for a moment, took the jade bottle from Zhao Yuan, then took out a second-level elixir from his sleeve and handed it over.

"It's impolite not to return the favor. This Qingzhi Yangqi Powder has mild medicinal properties and is best for replenishing vital energy.

Senior Brother, please dissolve this Qingzhi Yangqi Powder with second-level spiritual water to nourish the younger disciples of the clan."

"Brother Fang is very important in refining the elixir for Brother Zhong He."

Zhao Yuan glanced over and saw Zhao Zhou clenching his fists, his eyes full of determination.

He nodded slightly, but still felt it was not enough, so he reached out and pulled Zhao Zhou in front of him and added fuel to the fire.

"Zhu'er, come and meet your Senior Brother Qin Yu. He is of the middle-grade Dao foundation.

Now that he is in charge of Qingzhi Tower, he has a bright future! "

Zhao Zhou's movements were stiff. He had never expected his uncle to be so humble.

He wanted to leave, but under Zhao Yuan's earnest expectation, he sighed in his heart and bowed slightly.

"Meet Senior Brother Qin"

The next day, the bamboo shadows swayed.

Fang Yi was wearing a green Yimu robe and a green lotus crown on his head. He sat on the ground, looking relaxed and unrestrained.

The vast magical power is constantly being refined, and the ancient bronze tripod is covered with five-colored spiritual characters.

With each swallow and exhale, Ku Rong's magic power continued to nourish the Five Poison Cauldron.

After the magic weapon is sacrificed and refined, it also needs to be continuously nourished with blood, energy and vitality to deepen the connection between the person and the treasure.

The same magic weapon, even if the blood refining method is used.

When the Five Poison Cauldron was first born, even when Fang Yi used all his strength to activate it, its power was still somewhat limited.

An hour later.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves and put the Five Poison Cauldron into his sleeves. Then he looked at the disciple who had been waiting for a long time and standing with his hands hanging down.

"Yu'er, there's no need for you and me to be so reserved as master and disciple."

Seeing that Qin Yu still looked respectful, Fang Yi shook his head slightly.

He was quite satisfied with his two disciples, Qin Yu and Huo Zhao, in terms of their aptitude, character, and other aspects.

It's just a matter of personality. The two can be more balanced. Qin Yu is not so rigid, and Huo Zhao is more thoughtful.

Fang Yi spoke.

"Yu'er, how's your collection of the spiritual herbs needed to refine the small Yuanyang Pearl over the past year or so?"

Qin Yu took out a storage bag embroidered with green silk from his waist.

"Master, the second-level spiritual medicines such as Xuanhan Flower, Five-Colored Root, and Qingyan Branch have been prepared. They are of excellent efficacy.

Now all that’s left is to refine the small Yuanyang Pearl, and the only thing missing is the main material, the Canghuo Jade.”

"The only thing missing is the Cang Huo Yu? Zhong He, Hong Zhuang and the others have contributed a lot."

Fang Yi nodded slightly.

After returning to Qingzhi Tower a year ago, he started to refine a small Yuanyang Pearl to deal with the cold poison in the Hanling Secret Realm. When it came out of the furnace, it was a second-grade top-grade spiritual medicine.

"It seems that these fellow Taoists are quite satisfied with their trip to the Hanling Secret Realm.
Yu'er, have all the forces in Sudu Mountain come to visit?"

“When Master was refining the magic weapon.

The Jiang family of Bizhilin and the Wu family of Jiurang Peak came to visit a month ago. The Zhao family of Heiyun Lake also came yesterday."

As Qin Yu told Fang Yi the news about the three families, his eyes flickered and his mind was filled with thoughts.

There are traces of the third-level spiritual creature that practices the [True Chapter of Spiritual Root Ascension] in Sudu Mountain.

When it comes to taking a further step towards the foundation of Taoism, Fang Yi can't help but pay attention.

After a stick of incense.

Fang Yi had something in mind, a smile appeared on his lips as he looked at his disciples.

"Yu'er, the Zhao family of Heiyuan Lake has the support of Chihe Zhenren, and Zhao Zhou is the most outstanding descendant of the Zhao family.

This time, Zhao Yuan brought Zhao Zhou here, and he was deliberately humble. I'm afraid he wants you and me, the master and disciple, to be his sharpening stones."

"Whetstone?" Qin Yu frowned slightly. "The Zhao family of Heiyuan Lake are so brazen!"

"Master, rest assured, Qin Yu will never let Zhao Zhou act so recklessly!"

Looking at the disciples who were full of fighting spirit, a smile flashed in Fang Yi's eyes.

Qin Yu practiced the [Blue Lotus Treasure Color Sutra], a third-level wood path inheritance, and on weekdays, he often provided medical treatment and medicine.

Qin Yu's determination to practice cultivation was not very resolute.

Now, there is a fellow foundation-building person who has the same mid-grade Dao foundation and has the support of the False Dan Zhenren to hone his skills.

It is also of great benefit to Qin Yu.

Fang Yi took out a bowl-shaped magical instrument from his sleeve, and a green spiritual light flowed in the magical instrument.

"Since Yu'er is so confident, your teacher will certainly give you some support. This Biyuan Spiritual Water is a spiritual item that the Examination Pavilion just obtained from the sect.

Second-grade, mid-quality spiritual water is best for nourishing spiritual creatures.

Your life-defining magical weapon, the Green Lotus Banner, is already close to evolving into the tenth magical restriction and becoming a top-grade magical weapon.
This Biyuan Spiritual Water is given to you. Please don't lose face for our Qingzhi Tower in front of Zhao Zhou."

"Thank you for the treasure, Master. Don't worry, I will never bring shame to our Qingzhi Tower."

A flame flickered in Qin Yu's eyes, and Zhao Zhou's figure was deeply taken into his mind.

He was kind-hearted and regarded Fang Yi as his teacher and father. He respected his teachers and was friendly to his fellow students.

If Qin Yu brings shame to the Qingzhi Tower because of his own fault, he will never allow it.

Fang Yi frowned slightly when he saw this, and waved his hand slightly, asking Qin Yu to leave.

Wait for Qin Yu to leave.

Fang Yi looked at a corner of the yard.

"Brother Gu, how are the preparations for Xiaoyuanling going?"

Gu Jiushang, dressed in a black robe and with silver hair, appeared, leaning on a wooden crutch.

"The Three Bones and Black Soul of the White Bone Sect are already collecting Yin-attributed spiritual objects for setting up the Nether Earth Formation.

With the capabilities of Xiaoyuanling's dark market, all Yin spiritual objects can be collected in one month at most."

"That's good."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and the Ruins Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner appeared in his hand. As the blue and gray spiritual light flowed, the vitality of the plants and trees gathered.

The twelve magical prohibitions in the banner lit up one by one, and a ray of brilliant light appeared faintly.

“Although the Five Poison Cauldron has been refined into a magic weapon, it involves the opportunity of forming a pill, so it is not too stable. Compared to the Five Poison Cauldron.

This Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner has taken me sixty years and twenty thousand days and nights to nurture, whether it is the material, the magic prohibitions, or the basic foundation.

They are all far superior to the Five Poison Cauldrons."

Fang Yi's eyes were gentle, and his magical power flowed like water, continuously cleansing the treasure banner and stirring up a faint green glow.

"Senior Brother Zhong from Xuanyang Mountain, Master Bailu from Bishui Pavilion, Xia Zhengbai, the descendant of Jiuqu Zhenren from Fengling Fairy City, Xia Zhengxuan,
Among these monks, which one is easy to get along with and can be underestimated?
Only with this Ruins Realm Withered Flourish Banner, an advanced magical weapon, combined with the quasi-third-level body refining cultivation, can this journey to the Frost Spirit Secret Realm be foolproof."

One month later.

"Buzz!"

The Five Poison Cauldron vibrated slightly, and the wispy medicinal fragrance spread out like clouds. A red gem flew out from the bronze cauldron.

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a red light swept across, collecting the red gem.

“This little Yuanyang Pearl has only barely entered the quasi-third level.

But its poison is extremely effective against the Hanling Secret Realm, enough to be used against Zhong He, Hong Zhuang, Xia Zhengbai and others."

Fang Yi knew clearly that Xuanyang Mountain was not the only dominant mountain in Dayun's world of immortal cultivation.

Most of them do not want to attract the attention and conspiracy of fake Dan Zhenren from sects such as Bishui Pavilion and Baigu Sect, or Jindan Zhenren.

He displayed his second-grade, top-grade spiritual medical skills, and with the help of a magic weapon, he managed to refine a quasi-third-grade spiritual medicine.

This is already the limit for a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

If one could easily refine quasi-third-level elixirs, it would inevitably attract the attention of Jindan masters from various sects.

During the beast tide, the role of spiritual doctors continued to rise, including treating monks, healing old injuries, and removing beast poisons.

However, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building can easily refine quasi-third-level spiritual medicine.

It is a crime for an ordinary man to carry a jade without any guilt!
Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and his magic power surged out, and rays of jade talismans surged out, transforming into an elegant cloud crane, holding a small Yuanyang medicine bead the size of a longan in its mouth.

The cloud crane flapped its long wings and flew towards various places in Fengling Fairy City.

An hour later.

"Boom!"

The spiritual light flowed, and accompanied by a dull sound, the bluestone door of the training room slowly fell.

Fang Yi's voice rang out.

"Yu'er, Zhao'er, while I am in seclusion, Qingzhi Tower and Kaogong Pavilion will be given to you two.

If anything goes wrong, you can go to Lanyuexuan to find fellow Daoist Chunyue."

"Boom!"

As the door fell completely.

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao looked at each other and felt a sense of pressure.

The two of them knew that Fang Yi was trying to avoid entering the Hanling Secret Realm, where many Dan seeds were risking their lives.

But the two of them knew it, and the other forces also knew it.

Losing Fang Yi's suppression and deterrence.

Although the foundation-building masters in the Examination Hall did not dare to oppose openly, it was inevitable that they would pretend to obey and secretly disobey in order to seek benefits for themselves.

"After all, it's because of insufficient cultivation. Otherwise, Master would just be practicing in seclusion. Why would Junior Brother Huo and I be so cautious?"

Qin Yu thought of the spiritual water in his sleeves, waved his sleeves, and turned to leave.

"Junior Brother Huo, you and I have been a little slack recently."

In the training room.

Fang Yi's fingertips changed the magic formula and a ray of light shot out.

"Buzz!"

The Five Poison Cauldron vibrated, and twelve longan-sized Five Poison Cold Beads flew out, hovering in the air, wrapped in the fragrance of medicine.

"All is ready except for the opportunity"

"Little Seven!"

Fang Yi slapped his storage bag, and a small silver-white beast flew out. The spiritual power of Wu Earth gathered and turned into brown auspicious clouds, lifting up the Seven Rings.

With a thought, the banner of withering and flourishing in the world of ruins fluttered.

In the Kuruo Small Cave, Gu Jiushang, wearing a black robe, took a step out.

"Brother Gu, I need to go to the Xiaoyuanling Dark Market to raise the Lianxu Realm's Withered and Flourishing Banner.
In order to avoid suspicion from the monks of other sects, this energy still needs to be maintained by Senior Brother Gu."

Gu Jiushang nodded in agreement.

"Crack!"

His muscles and bones worked together, and within a few breaths, his hunched back grew longer and his body became straighter.

His face also became as handsome as Fang Yi.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yi moved his fingertips, and a withered and flourishing magic power transformed into an ancient mark, which struck into Gu Jiushang's Dantian Qi Sea.

The vitality of plants and trees gathered together, and the green light flowed on Gu Jiushang's body.

"Boom!"

A green spiritual light, carrying a lingering medicinal fragrance, shot up from Qingzhi Tower into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Bishui Pavilion and Jiuquan Tower.

The Egret Monk has a veil on her face, a graceful figure, and steam rising from her body.

A blue water mirror about ten feet in size, with spiritual light flowing, reflects the familiar aura above Qingzhi Tower.

"This Fang Yi is quite clever, although he has lost the possibility of obtaining the opportunity of the Cold Spirit Secret Realm.
But he also escaped from the brutal battles among the various sects’ Jindan seeds.”

Master Xuanzhi held the green vine in his hand and chuckled.

"If Fang Yi is not smart, he will not be able to take charge of the Examination Hall.
Xuanyang Mountain Zhonghe has too much advantage. In order to prevent Zhonghe from completely distanced from us,
If Fang Yi dares to enter the Hanling Secret Realm, he will definitely be surrounded and killed by several Jindan seeds.

Leaving now in a dignified manner is also a good ending."

Master Xuanzhi offered up a long moon-white silk ritual instrument.

The long silk danced, wrapping up several foundation-building masters including Master Bai Lu, and turned into a beam of light, escaping towards Xiaoyuan Ridge.

"Senior Sister, now that you have the Small Yuan Yang Pearl, you can't miss out on the Five Poisons Cold Pearl."

Tiandaowu Battle Hall.

Chen Zhan was wearing a gray robe. He glanced at the training room, as if looking through the magic ban at Gao Lang who was practicing in seclusion.

"It's time to go look for Senior Brother Zhong He. As for Junior Brother Gao Lang, I hope to wait until Zhong He condenses his elixir before coming out of seclusion.

Otherwise, with the might Fang Yi displayed while holding the Five Poison Cauldron, Junior Brother Gao Lang might not be his match."

A gray light flew up.

Chen Zhan felt a little annoyed.

A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building refined a magic weapon?
In this way, the whetstone chosen for Gao Lang is too hard.

Kaogong Pavilion, with Ziyang in the center.

Three nourishing incense sticks were inserted into the beast-head copper censer, and the curling spiritual fragrance rose and turned into mist.

Zhong He was a sturdy man, wearing a gray silk cloak with gold edges, sitting on a sandalwood carved chair with a golden sword. Fan Chen stood with his hands hanging down, waiting beside him.

A topaz-colored breath-seeking magic barrier revealed Fang Yi's vigorous vitality in the Qingzhi Tower, which was similar to the energy of plants and trees.

"Pity!"

Master Zhonghe looked regretful.

"If I can win over Fang Yi, the chance to form a pill in the Hanling Secret Realm will be within my grasp."

He pondered for a moment and gave instructions to the disciple beside him.

"Fan Chen, Junior Brother Fang has already gone into seclusion. As long as the matter of the Hanling Secret Realm is not resolved, Junior Brother Fang Yi will not come out.

Chen'er, come with me to Xiaoyuanling."

Ten days later.

Xiaoyuanling is shrouded in gloomy air.

"Ga! Ga! Ga!"

Hundreds of gray-feathered crows stood on the dead ancient trees, staring at the monks passing by with their scarlet eyes.

In the White Bone Building, Sanhai was wearing a gray robe, with a strong figure. He held a second-level soul-sealing box covered with spiritual patterns in his hands and stepped into the building respectfully.

"Brother Yin Gu, the spiritual objects have been prepared. Please take a look."

Fang Yi's cloudy eyes turned.

He reached out with his skinny hands like chicken claws and took the Soul Sealing Jade Box into his hands.

The magic power washed away slightly.

"Crack!"

The soul-sealing jade box was opened, the spiritual light dissipated, and then a strong yin energy rushed towards him.

Looking at the crimson corpse soil, the dark green spirit bones, and the sinister skull in the soul-sealing box.
Fang Yi nodded slightly, his eyes showing admiration.

"Indeed, Sanhai, you have done your best this time. If you need any spiritual objects or opportunities, please ask for them yourself."

Master Sanhai smiled awkwardly.

Immediately, he slapped the storage bag, and more than ten crystal clear coffins floated in the air.

"Brother Yin Gu, please help me to sacrifice and refine the corpse."

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There was silence and a heavy atmosphere in the White Bone Building.

"Junior Brother Sanhai, your heart of Taoism remains unchanged."

Fang Yi chuckled, then waved his sleeves, and the twelve jade coffins opened one by one, and cold air filled the air.

Twelve bodies were covered in frost and snow, with their brows and eyes tightly closed.

Various female cultivators, some with skin as white as cream, some with graceful and plump figures, and some with fit bodies, lay quietly in the jade coffins.

Sanhai looked at the jade body in the jade coffin. The spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemum were all different.

He looked infatuated and bowed his head.

"Uncle Yin Gu, could you please sacrifice these talents and refine them into corpse concubines?"

Fang Yi's turbid gaze fell.

"From one corpse concubine to three corpse concubines, and finally to the current twelve corpse concubines.

It seems that you, Sanhai, have practiced the [Zhu Yan Bai Gu Dao] and have already begun to comprehend the image of Zhu Yan Bai Gu.
Well, I will lend you a helping hand."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and a gray spiritual light flew out and landed on the cold, beautiful, and slightly charming body.

The magic spells were pulsing on his skinny fingertips.

Lines of dark patterns, like dragons and snakes, appear on the bodies that are either plump or graceful.

Ten Refined Bones, Rouge Fragrance, Jade Drum Skin
As many spiritual objects of the Yin Corpse Dao were refined into it.

The sound of blood flowing could be heard from the cold bodies, and the pale skin slowly regained its luster.

An hour later.

Looking at the corpse girl who was more beautiful than when she was alive, the lower robe of Master Sanhai bulged slightly.

He thanked her profusely.

"Thank you, Uncle Yin Gu, for your help."

A hint of interest emerged on Fang Yi's face, and he was quite curious about the unconventional sword technique of [Zhu Yan's White Bone Dao].

"Junior Brother Sanhai, practice hard and don't let me down."

Ten days later.

Gray clouds rolled over, enveloping Xiaoyuanling and isolating it from all senses.

The silver-white fur of the Seven Rings trembled, and heavy runes flowed, turning into chains that were inserted into the Nether Earth Formation.

The Nether Earth Formation is the center of a large formation that consumed the sacrifices of many second-level spiritual objects, and only one person stands in it.

Fang Yi's blood and energy surged throughout his body, and the Ruins Realm's Withering and Flourishing Banner fluttered behind him, with a brilliant light flowing in the banner.

A treasure ban containing the true meaning of withering and flourishing is rapidly taking shape.

Unlike the Five Poison Cauldron, the Ruin Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner had long been able to be refined into a magic weapon, but it was previously not certain that it could survive the treasure catastrophe, so it was sealed with a secret method.

But now, Fang Yi's physical cultivation has broken through to the quasi-third level, and he also has a magical-level Five Poison Cauldron in his hand.

Fang Yi's grasp of it was completely different from before.
(End of this chapter)