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Chapter 414 Heavenly Gang, Purity and Turbidity!!!
The Arctic Ocean.

Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged, motionless.

Just like a dead person.

However, from Fang Qingyu's perspective at this moment

He continued to cleave tirelessly.

Even if the muscles are groaning and the bones are howling.

The vital energy of the great rivers is being rapidly depleted and dried up.

Fang Qingyu could clearly feel the exhaustion of this imposing body.

Each swing of the arm was heavier than the last.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Ten times? A hundred times? A thousand times? Ten thousand times?
In this chaos where there is no concept of time.

Only through repetitive, almost numb, chopping motions.

My body has been exhausted countless times, my blood seems to flow out and be reborn, reborn and flow out again, in a cycle of extreme depletion and extreme exploitation.

At this moment, they are holding on by sheer willpower.

Just then, that will was about to be assimilated by chaos.
The tipping point of falling into eternal silence.

Boom!

It was another powerful strike.

This time, ahead lay the seemingly unchanging, eternally viscous depths of purple chaos.

A tiny light suddenly appeared!

The light was so faint, so small, that it could almost be ignored.

But in this chaos
And it seemed so glaring.

In the beginning of chaos, the first ray of light appeared!

Fang Qingyu's consciousness was about to completely fade away.

At this moment, it was rekindled from the ashes.

"open!!!"

Consciousness roared silently within the giant's body.

His body, already pushed to its limits, somehow managed to squeeze out terrifying power once again.

The slashing motion suddenly accelerated.

Each strike.

They all struck precisely at the chaos surrounding that glimmer of light.

With each strike, the glimmer of light expanded by a fraction of an inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ten times! One hundred times! One thousand times!

The faint light has transformed from fireflies into a blazing candle!

Thousands of times! Ten thousand times! Hundreds of thousands of times!
The candlelight had transformed into a blazing sun.

Its radiance dispelled the surrounding viscous purple chaos.

Fang Qingyu's gaze was fixed on the core of the light.

It was a boundless world, made entirely of soft white light.

There was nothing inside.

Yet it seems to contain all possibilities.

The goal is right in front of us!
The giant let out a roar, his hands gripping the extremely refined purple object tightly.

Using all the power this body had possessed since its birth, it fiercely cleaved down towards the edge of that world of white light!
boom--

The chaos ahead was like fragile glass, shattering inch by inch the moment the purple handle touched it.

That world of pure white light was now unobstructed.

Completely exposed to the giants.

The next moment, without Fang Qingyu's conscious control, Pangu's body seemed to have completed some innate mission, and with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and relief, it took a step forward.

His entire imposing body stepped into that world of white light.

Just as the giant's feet completely stepped into the world of white light
hum!
Fang Qingyu's consciousness was withdrawn from that body that had created the world.

An indescribable, boundless, and unimaginably vast torrent of insights instantly surged into Fang Qingyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

at the same time.

Above the Arctic ice sea.

Fang Qingyu, who was sitting cross-legged like a stone sculpture, suddenly trembled.

Click! Click! Click——!
The bone-crackling sounds, so dense they sent chills down one's spine, were like countless jade beads exploding simultaneously in a bronze plate.

Fang Qingyu's entire body had reached the Xuanjing realm, his skeleton was as warm and smooth as jade, yet it exuded a cold, metallic light.

It is undergoing a tremendous transformation at this moment.

Countless intricate and profound Dao patterns, naturally imbued with the true meaning of creation, emerge and wander from the deepest part of the bones like living things, leaving a deep imprint.

The color of the crystal was like impurities thrown into a furnace.

The Dao patterns faded rapidly as they flowed.

Instead
It is a sky-blue color.

The density, strength, toughness, and load-bearing capacity of bones.

At this moment, everything underwent an exponential leap.

This body is named Tiangang!
of course.

Changes are also taking place on the map.

【Original Technique 1: Creation of Heaven Lv.5 (150000/150000 Max)】→【Purity and Turbidity (Cannot be deduced)】!
The creation of heaven and earth is perfect, ultimately leading to sublimation.

This is what is meant by purity and turbidity!

However, changes followed.

But the moment Fang Qingyu regained his consciousness, he was slightly taken aback.

【Original Imprint Inheritance: Primordial Creation Strategy Lv.5 (0/160000)】.

The Primordial Beginning Heaven Strategy is still not at level 5 and not even fully perfected?!

This was the first time he had ever seen a skill of level 5 or higher.

However, this unexpected incident is no longer important at this moment.

Because at the very moment Fang Qingyu's physical body completed its ultimate transformation, ascending to the state of purity amidst the chaos of creation.
An aura that seemed to originate from the deepest part of the primordial chaos.

Centered on his seated body, it exploded out with a roar!
At this moment!

The divine battlefield in the sky experienced an extremely brief pause.

A dozen or so figures, burning with primordial divine power, shone like the sun.

Along with the solitary, pure white figure in the center, who controls time and space.

Their fighting movements were all a tiny, insignificant beat slower.

At this moment, the gazes of all the gods, whether in astonishment or disbelief, were firmly drawn to the figure sitting cross-legged on the icy sea below.

"The Primordial Creation Strategy!?"

A god exclaimed in surprise.

But no one gave him a definite answer.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

They ignored the divine power above them.

They ignored the gazes directed their way down at them.

Fang Qingyu quietly stood up from the dark, cold void of the sea.

hum!
A clear, resonant sound of a blade ringing out.

It pierced through the clamor of the divine war and resounded beside Fang Qingyu.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade silently emerged from the void, its blade flowing with deep starlight and leaping lightning, emitting an excited tremor, and steadily landed in his palm.

The blade was raised.

Their eyes met those of Fang Qingyu as he looked up.

The cold blade reflected his eyes at that moment.

"I originally thought we'd have to wait until the fourth tier."

Fang Qingyu looked at his reflection on the blade and murmured to himself.

"Now it seems unnecessary."

The moment the words fell.

Within Fang Qingyu's body, three completely different forces simultaneously broke through their dams.

Star Remains Activated.

A dazzling starlight burst forth from the prominent star-shaped points on his forehead, instantly enveloping his entire body.

The law of the abyss, absolute darkness surged and spread from beneath his feet, transforming into a black trench coat that wrapped around him.

Divine Thunder Strike.

Countless violent golden bolts tore through the darkness, appearing out of thin air, and coiled around the body interwoven with starlight and darkness, radiating a destructive and majestic heavenly might.

At this moment, divine light radiated from Fang Qingyu's body.

Its aura permeated heaven and earth, forcibly pushing away the aftershocks of the surrounding divine battle.

Just standing there.

It was as if he were the only deity on this dark, icy ocean!
Then, Fang Qingyu calmly swung the Dragon Sparrow Slayer Sword at the dozen or so divine figures that were suspended extremely high and far away, radiating magnificent divine power.

The movements are simple and unpretentious.

Like a farmer wielding a hoe.

A pure white light, as if stripped of all colors in the world.

The tip of the dragon sparrow's blade suddenly lit up!
The moment the white light appeared, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

It just spreads.

In a way that transcends all concepts of speed.

Blooming in the darkness!

In the blink of an eye, before a single thought can even form.

This flash of white light filled the entire field of vision.

No, it filled the entire space!

From the sea surface where Fang Qingyu stood.

It stretched all the way up to the highest heavens where those dozen or so gods resided.

As far as the eye can see, there is sky and sea, light and darkness, gods and men.
Everything was covered by this pure white light.

The entire Arctic, the entire battlefield.

It was as if I had been forcibly dragged into a blank canvas at that moment.

Only Fang Qingyu's two calm words, like the Daoist voice that opened the heavens and the earth, resounded clearly in this space-time frozen by white light.

"Clear and turbid."

The knife is drawn, the words follow, and the rules are established.

At the very moment this all-purifying white light was born.

The dozen or so divine figures suspended in the sky.

There was no communication, no hesitation.

More than a dozen dazzling divine lights appeared, like fireworks exploding.

They fled frantically in all directions.

Each streak of light left a trail of its own divine power behind it.

however.

Useless.

When the white light existed in this space, the locked-in divine figures were already included in the judgment of purity and turbidity.

Just as those dozen or so divine lights began to flee...

The white light had already gently enveloped them.

this moment.

High and far beyond the reach of that white light.

A golden rain of blood fell for an extremely brief moment.

died.

But they weren't all completely dead.

Fang Qingyu looked at the only prompt that popped up on the diagram.

It's a bit of a pity.

But deep down, he was quite satisfied with the power of that strike.

White light comes quickly and goes quickly.

It receded like the tide.

When vision returned, the absolute darkness that enveloped the Arctic battlefield, born from the closing of Zhulong's left eye, was revealed.

Already disappeared.

Along with it, the thick gray clouds also disappeared.

Instead, it is the skies above the Arctic Ocean.

The sky was as clear as if it had been washed with water.

The first ray of sunlight pierced through the thin upper-air currents and gently fell upon the center of the icy sea.

On the young man who had just sheathed his sword.

Fang Qingyu stood still, and the terrifying divine power around him, which combined starlight, darkness, and divine light, quickly receded and dissipated like the receding tide.

The star-shaped horn on his forehead disappeared, and the three-colored divine light returned to silence.

He tilted his head slightly, basking in the ray of sunlight that pierced through the endless gloom.

The swirling stars in her starry eyes gradually subsided.

The entire Arctic Ocean was plunged into a deathly silence.

The broken ice floes reflected a blinding light in the sunlight.

Heaven and earth.

Only two gazes remained, focused on the solitary figure in the center of the sea.

The Candle Dragon floats high in the sky.

Da Lei knelt on the ice a little distance away.

Right here in this deathly silence.

click
A soft, crisp sound broke the silence.

The source of the sound was the Dragon Sparrow Blade in Fang Qingyu's hand. A crack as thin as a hair appeared without warning on the blade that flowed with starlight and lightning.

Like a signal.

The dense cracks spread wildly like a spider web in an instant.

It instantly covered the entire blade.

The azure starlight and leaping golden lightning flickered uncertainly within the cracks, emitting a mournful hum.

Fang Qingyu looked down at the knife.

A trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

The power of Qingzhuo's strike was still a bit too high for Longque Zhan'e.

next moment.

puff!
A soft sound.

This divine weapon of the Xuanbing level shattered completely in Fang Qingyu's hand.

Countless tiny blue specks of light, like fireflies on a summer night, fluttered down from between his fingers.

It vanished completely in the cool Arctic sunlight.

However, before Fang Qingyu could even lament the disappearance of the dragon sparrow...

A familiar old man's muttering suddenly sounded beside Fang Qingyu.

"What a spendthrift!"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback.

Turning my head in response to the sound.

Not far away, on a huge ice floe, the space rippled like water.

A familiar, disheveled old man appeared out of nowhere, completely unrecognizable.

They were looking regretfully at the blue specks of light in the sky that had not yet completely dissipated.

His old face was wrinkled like a dried orange peel.

"A divine weapon of the Xuanbing level."

Hong Qitian was heartbroken, and his spittle almost landed on Fang Qingyu's face.

"It's only evolved to the second stage, and you dared to use it to cleave that blade just now? Well, look what happened, it's shattered! Do you even know how expensive a Xuan-grade divine weapon is?"

That look of heartache that seemed to be bleeding.

It was as if what shattered wasn't the knife, but his very lifeblood.

Fang Qingyu's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the old man's exaggerated behavior.

The pity in her eyes was replaced by a helpless smile: "What brings you here?"

The voice just fell.

The air rippled again beside Hong Qitian.

A clear, cool female voice, like an icy spring, rang out:
“I called him here.”

Fang Qingyu turned his head and saw that it was Xiao Jiu.

He knew that Xiao Jiu had been following him all along.

Even though Xiao Jiu was only at the fourth rank, Fang Qingyu could see the titles of other people, so he knew that Xiao Jiu had been following him in the sky.

However, he didn't expose it and pretended not to know.

After all, this wasn't to spy on him.

The old man was worried that something might happen to him, so he sent someone to follow him.

Then, Fang Qingyu looked at Hong Qitian's angry and glaring appearance, and then at Xiao Jiu, a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He chuckled and said, "It seems you've made a wasted trip."

Just then, a figure silently descended from the sky and landed lightly on the ice beside Fang Qingyu.

A plain white T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a high ponytail that swayed gently in the wind.

Hong Qitian, who was initially feeling sorry for her, saw this.

The look of heartache vanished instantly, replaced by a solemn expression.

Looking at Zhulong, he said, "I am Hong Qitian, the current ruler of the human world. I greet Lord Zhulong."

Zhulong listened, a slight smile curving his lips, and nodded slightly.

This was already a very kind gesture from her.

Then, their gaze immediately fell on Fang Qingyu.

The voice carried a hint of confirmation: "Your Primordial Creation Strategy has entered its second stage?"

Fang Qingyu met her gaze and nodded frankly.

"I just managed to figure it out by sheer luck."

Hear this.

Hong Qitian, who was standing next to him, immediately gave him a look that said, "Are you kidding me?", but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Jiu, standing next to him, couldn't help but twitch her ever-present expression.

If only the invincible technique were so easy to grasp.

Upon hearing this, Zhulong's exquisite face showed no mockery or disbelief.

He nodded very slightly.

The cool voice rang out again: "Not bad. It seems that your choice to focus on martial arts as your primary cultivation is not without reason."

Then, she turned her gaze to Da Lei, who had a complicated expression, and said, "Their origins have been damaged and their divine status has been shaken. They won't be coming back for a while. But it's not safe for Xiao Jiang to stay with you any longer, so I'll take him away."

Da Lei finally came to his senses.

He nodded slightly.

"Listen to Lord Zhulong."

Immediately, Da Lei's gaze turned sharply to Fang Qingyu.

This time, the way they looked at each other wasn't like a senior looking at a junior.

Instead, they treated Fang Qingyu as an equal.

He asked earnestly, "Lord Fang!"

"I'd like to move the City of Injustice to the vicinity of your City of Dawn, so we can be neighbors. I wonder if you'd be willing?"

This statement came out.

Even Hong Qitian, who was heartbroken over the broken knife, temporarily forgot his distress and looked over in surprise.

It should be noted that the City of Injustice itself is a Yuanxu-level divine weapon.
There are only a handful in the entire Federation.

And now, what the other party is saying clearly means they want to get closer to the Federation?

Fang Qingyu was also slightly taken aback.

He then subconsciously looked at Hong Qitian.

After all, Dawn City is nominally under the administration of the Federation.

Hong Qitian felt Fang Qingyu's gaze, and the pained expression on his face instantly disappeared, returning to his lazy, farmer-like appearance.

He smacked his lips and waved his hand:

"What opinion could I possibly have? You can do whatever you want. It's good to have neighbors; it's convenient to visit each other."

Then Hong Qitian patted his behind and prepared to leave: "Alright, alright, the show's over, this old man's going back to fishing."

"and many more!"

Fang Qingyu's voice rang out, calling out to him.

Hong Qitian turned around, raised an eyebrow, and asked with his eyes, "What?"

Fang Qingyu looked at the old man's faded old cotton-padded jacket, his gaze swept over Xiao Jiu's beautiful but weathered face, and finally landed on Zhulong, then looked at Jiang Wei floating beside him.

Sunlight shines on the broken ice surface.

It reflects a faint golden light.

A calm smile appeared on Fang Qingyu's face:

"Tomorrow is Chinese New Year."

"Why don't you stay?"

The cold wind howled as it swept through the broken ice floes.

Hong Qitian turned around, and the lazy expression on his wrinkled old face froze for a moment.

His cloudy old eyes widened slightly, revealing a clear look of surprise.

He looked Fang Qingyu up and down.

It was as if they were confirming whether the young man in front of them had been possessed by some old monster.

"New Year's Eve?"

Hong Qitian pondered the word for a moment.

They seemed to be weighing something very quickly.

After a few seconds of silence, the old man looked troubled, but still agreed.

"Fine, anyway, my poor kid can only come home a few times a year."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure blurred.

Like merging into the wind, it vanished from the spot in an instant.

Xiao Jiu shook her head almost imperceptibly in the direction where Hong Qitian had disappeared.

She nodded slightly to Fang Qingyu as a farewell.

The figure faded away and merged into the void.

Da Lei immediately took his leave.

They said they would go back and inform others to make preparations first.

In the blink of an eye, only Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, and Zhulong standing quietly to the side remained on this battlefield.

The sunlight seemed warmer, falling on Jiang Wei's plain white dress.

The light reflected off her sleeping face, making her appear serene and peaceful.

Fang Qingyu walked over and gently picked her up in his arms.

Then he turned to Zhulong and asked, "Shall we go too?"

However, Zhulong did not move.

After a moment, she slowly raised her eyelids and looked at Fang Qingyu.

"You go back first."

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback: "You..."

Zhulong parted her red lips slightly, interrupting him: "I have something else to attend to."

"Tomorrow is the Lunar New Year. Whatever it is, we can talk about it after the New Year."

In his previous life, his family often said this to him.

It seems that everything will be resolved after the New Year.

Upon hearing this, Zhulong's delicate eyebrows furrowed noticeably.

She seemed to have never heard such a mundane suggestion before.

For her, time is a long river, a scale.

But it's not a process that needs to be interrupted by a holiday.

She remained silent for a few moments.

The Arctic wind ruffled a few stray hairs on her forehead.

Finally, she nodded very slightly.

The cold voice remained flat and monotone.
"I'll try to get back by tomorrow night."

Before Fang Qingyu could say anything more, her figure vanished silently, like a reflection in water scattered by the wind.

Fang Qingyu looked at the spot where the Candle Dragon had disappeared and shrugged helplessly.

Nothing more was said.

Because Zhulong promised to come back the next night.

That's already quite an achievement.

Outside the city gates of Dawn City.

A bustling crowd was queuing up in long lines, waiting to enter the city for inspection.

Red lanterns for the festival hung all over the towering city walls, swaying in the cold wind.

Hong Qitian stood with his hands behind his back, looking like an ordinary, withered old man.

I strolled along the edge of the crowd entering the city.

Xiao Jiu followed him half a step behind like a shadow, her aura concealed as if she were an ordinary person.

The old man kept talking, his brows furrowed, muttering to himself as he walked.

"Hey, what do you think about getting this kid that old Han family's broken Yue sword that they keep for them?"

Xiao Jiu's stunningly beautiful, icy face instantly tightened.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

The cold voice carried a hint of helplessness: "Then I estimate that the entire Han family will immediately carry that knife and flee to the Ghost Army of the Bone Continent overnight."

"Uh"

Hong Qitian was taken aback and awkwardly touched his nose.

He clearly realized that his idea was terribly bad.

"That's true. The Han family values ​​that broken knife more than their own lives. They'd fight you to the death if you even touched it."

He shook his head, dismissing the unreliable idea.

Continuing forward, he quickly clapped his hands again: "I've got it, Old Li! That Tian Shu Sword in the bull-nose's hand is a real treasure!"

This time, Xiao Jiu didn't even bother to twitch her lips. She simply gave him a look that said, "You better wake up, old man," and said in a flat, emotionless voice, "Then Master Li will immediately set up an altar and perform a ritual to obtain the decree from the patriarch, and then he'll take that sword and fight you to the death. Moreover..."

She paused, then added, "That's a sword."

"What's wrong with a sword? Isn't a sword a weapon?"

Hong Qitian stubbornly argued, but his voice noticeably weakened.

I also felt that I was in the wrong.

He scratched his messy, gray hair in frustration and sighed, "Yeah, swords and knives are two different things. It's tough. This brat is always giving this old man a hard time."

He stood with his hands behind his back, sighing repeatedly.

He continued to stroll into the city gate, shaking his head and swaying.

He kept muttering the names of various divine weapons and their troublesome masters.

It was as if she was worried sick about her children's and grandchildren's marriages.

However, they could not find an old farmer in the countryside who would provide a suitable dowry.

"This is so difficult!"

(End of this chapter)