Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

Chapter 114 The Three Ascended Saints vs. The Ark of the Other Shore!

"What?!"

Hua Tiandu's expression changed drastically.

He never expected that the Great Wilderness Ancient Furnace, a superior-grade Dao artifact, couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from Fang Han.

"Hua Tiandu, your Great Desolate Ancient Furnace is nothing but trash among high-grade Dao artifacts. How can it possibly contend with my Great Chaos Thunder Sword, which is about to be upgraded to a supreme-grade Dao artifact?"

Fang Han laughed loudly, and the Bridge of Helplessness extended beneath his feet, making him appear in front of Hua Tiandu as if he had teleported.

The Great Chaos Thunder Sword rose once more, this time even more ferocious than before, its blade crackling with Primordial Heavenly Divine Thunder, Great Chaos Divine Thunder, Purple Heaven Divine Thunder, and Limitless Divine Thunder—

Nine of the most terrifying lightning bolts in the world intertwined, evolving into a destructive sea of ​​lightning.

"Panwu Great Power, Nine Senses Opened, Panwu Divine Fist!"

Hua Tiandu roared, and the illusory image of the Martial Immortal behind him suddenly threw a punch.

With a single punch, the nine seas of consciousness trembled simultaneously, and boundless magical power poured out like a flood.

Wherever the fist passed, the void shattered layer by layer, and chaotic energy surged out, colliding with the sea of ​​lightning.

Rumble!!!

A deafening explosion rang out, and the entire Heavenly Execution Platform trembled violently.

The surrounding cultivators who were watching the battle retreated one after another. Some used their protective magic treasures, while others used their supernatural powers to block the shockwave. For a moment, the scene was chaotic.

Lei Hai and the fist were locked in a stalemate for a moment, but in the end, the Great Chaos Thunder Sword prevailed.

Nine-colored lightning tore through the fist's force and slashed towards Hua Tiandu's true form.

Hua Tiandu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he retreated rapidly.

But he retreated quickly, and the sword light pursued him even faster.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light was in front of him, no more than three inches away from his brow.

Just now.

An even more terrifying aura suddenly erupted from within Hua Tiandu's body.

It turned out to be a restriction that could only be triggered in a life-or-death situation.

The moment the restriction was activated, Hua Tiandu's aura surged more than tenfold. He raised his hand and pointed, and a thick beam of light shot out from his fingertip, colliding with the Great Chaos Thunder Sword.

boom!

This time, the Great Chaos Thunder Sword was sent flying backward by the shock, and Fang Han grunted and took three steps back.

Hua Tiandu was also in bad shape; his face was pale and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had paid a heavy price for triggering that restriction.

But he couldn't care less about that. He gritted his teeth and used his remaining magic power to send the Great Wilderness Ancient Furnace flying out again, its mouth aimed at Fang Han.

"Fang Han, today we're locked in a fight to the death!"

He roared, and a gigantic maw spewed out from the Great Wilderness Ancient Furnace—the Maw of the Wilderness God.

Its enormous mouth was filled with menacing fangs, and countless black holes flowed within it, as if it could devour everything in the myriad realms.

Fang Han's expression remained unchanged as the Eightfold Floating Pagoda descended with a fierce force.

Inside the tower, the two ancient giants, Dragon Daoist and Wood Daoist, simultaneously unleashed their immense magical power, pouring it into the tower.

The Eight-Part Pagoda shone brightly, its body growing to a height of a thousand feet, like an ancient divine mountain, fiercely suppressing the mouth of the Desolate God.

boom!!!

The two Dao artifacts collided, unleashing a devastating shockwave.

The crystal walls surrounding the Heavenly Punishment Platform trembled violently, and countless fine cracks appeared on them.

Outside the Heavenly Punishment Platform, in another battlefield of the entire Feathered Ascension Sect's timeline.

The entire Feathered Gate seemed to be plunged into an apocalyptic scene.

Above the sky, a huge immortal ship floated in the air, surrounded by eighty-one illusory stars that slowly rotated.

Each of those illusory star images was as large as an ancient divine mountain, causing the entire void to tremble as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Transparent flames swirled and danced around the celestial ship, transforming into countless runes that illuminated the entire sky.

Wherever the flames passed, the void was instantly annihilated, revealing eternal darkness behind them.

The darkness lasted only a moment before it was reignited by the life force contained within the flames, transforming into a new void, a new world.

The cycle of birth and death occurs in the blink of an eye.

On this celestial ship, twelve illusory star images trembled and descended twelve beams of starlight. The starlight intertwined and formed a huge cage, trapping Feng Baiyu firmly inside.

Holding the Emperor's Mirror, Feng Baiyu tried his best to break free.

The ancient mirror hung above his head, its surface as smooth as if it had been washed, projecting thick beams of light that bombarded the starlight cage.

Each beam of light was enough to destroy a small world, yet it could only stir up faint ripples on the starlight.

The twelve starlight cages remained completely still.

They simply drooped silently, glowed silently, and intertwined silently, as if looking down upon an ant struggling in vain.

"Who dares to attack my Feathered Ascension Sect!"

Seemingly sensing the impending catastrophe that would annihilate the Feathered Sect, three enormous cracks suddenly appeared in the sky.

Beyond that crack lay three vast, boundless phantom worlds.

Mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, countless living beings thrive and multiply within them, creating a thriving and prosperous scene.

Three figures stepped out from those three worlds.

The person in the lead had white hair and beard, wore a moon-white Taoist robe, and was surrounded by a chaotic aura.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, there are terrifying visions of the sun and moon revolving and stars being born and dying.

This person is none other than Wang Kunlun, the leader of the Three Saints of Feathered Ascension.

Beside him stood two other figures, side by side.

Zhao Shenyang was a burly middle-aged man, surrounded by golden light, like a walking sun.

His mere presence exudes an aura of domineering authority, as if he were the only one worthy of respect.

Wu Mingkong, a gaunt old man, was surrounded by the power of the void, his figure elusive, as if he did not exist in this world.

The moment the three figures appeared simultaneously, the void above the entire Heavenly Execution Platform trembled.

Countless cultivators looked up in horror at the three figures, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

"The Three Saints Ascended to Immortality!"

"They're the legendary Three Ascended Saints! They're still alive!"

"The ancient giants who have roamed the three thousand great worlds have all appeared today!"

Exclamations rose and fell, and the ancient giants retreated, not daring to even breathe.

The Three Saints of Feathered Ascension hold the highest position in the Feathered Ascension Sect, and are masters on par with Tai Hun Tian and Tai Long Tian.

Even if they can't compare to Taihuangtian, they have at least cultivated to become ancient giants of their own worlds.

Such a person roams the vast world, invincible and free to move about in the blink of an eye.

They are already ancient beings from epic times, and will not perish easily unless there is a great change in the world or a global catastrophe, in which case they will be in danger.

At that moment, all three of them turned their gazes to the ship of the other shore suspended in the void rift.

"What a magnificent celestial vessel!"

Wang Kunlun spoke, his voice ancient and resonant, echoing throughout the void, "If this item falls into the hands of my Feathered Ascension Sect, it will be enough to become a supreme treasure of the sect, suppressing the destiny of eternity!"

"good."

Zhao Shenyang nodded, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes. "The aura emanating from this ship is even more terrifying than the Eternal Divine Furnace of the Taiyi Sect. If we can seize this, why should our Yuhua Sect have to be subservient to the Taiyi Sect anymore?"

Wu Mingkong didn't speak, but just stared at the ship, his eyes swirling with the power of the void, as if he were deducing something.

A moment later, he suddenly frowned.

"The cause and effect of this boat are confused, and the secrets of heaven are not revealed. I cannot deduce its origin!"

"So what if we can't deduce it?"

Wang Kunlun said calmly, "Since you've appeared above my Feathered Ascension Sect, you must be destined to be with us. The three of us are one; let's seize it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all three of them raised their hands at the same time.

boom!!!

Three enormous hands, each incredibly large, reached out from the three worlds, blotting out the sky and covering the entire firmament.

Three large hands, arranged in a triangular shape, fiercely grabbed at the boat on the other shore.

Wherever the giant hand passed, the void shattered layer by layer, and chaotic energy surged out, only to be suppressed by the aura emanating from the giant hand.

Feng Baiyu was trapped in the starlight cage, watching the three large hands sweep over his head, his face extremely ugly.

He didn't expect the Three Ascension Saints to make a move at this time, and he certainly didn't expect them to directly target that immortal ship.

"Three Grandmasters, this boat must not be moved lightly!"

He shouted urgently, but it was too late.

The three giant hands were getting closer and closer to the ship on the other shore.

Inside the Ark of the Other Shore, the Azure Emperor rose to his feet.

His body, formed from pure Dao light, trembled slightly, and the azure light around him suddenly intensified, like an azure sun rising in this independent space-time.

Eighty-one illusory star images swirled and rotated around him, each star roaring and showering down boundless stellar power.

"Three beings at the seventh level of the Longevity Realm, World Lord Realm masters, have arrived at the perfect time!"

The Azure Emperor spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an indescribable air of authority.

He raised his hand and pointed, and the entire ship on the other shore suddenly burst into a blinding light.

boom!!!

Immediately afterwards, the remaining sixty-nine unactivated star phantoms simultaneously surged, rising into the sky from around the ship and transforming into sixty-nine real stars, each as large as an ancient divine mountain, with chaotic light flowing across its surface.

They moved along some mysterious trajectory, intertwining to form a dazzling starry sky, which then pressed down.

The moment the three giant hands of the Three Ascended Saints reached out, the starry sky suddenly expanded, colliding head-on with the three giant hands.

Rumble!!!

A deafening roar echoed throughout the Feathered Gate and the entire Xuanhuang Great World.

Countless cultivators looked up in horror, only to see three vast illusory worlds colliding fiercely with a dazzling starry sky above.

With each collision, vast swathes of void are annihilated into nothingness.

With each collision, countless illusory stars explode and then reform.

With each collision, the light from the three enormous, sky-covering hands dimmed a little.

"What a magnificent celestial vessel!"

A sharp glint flashed in Wang Kunlun's eyes, and a solemn expression appeared on his white-haired and bearded face.

He raised his hand, and the vast phantom world behind him suddenly shrank, transforming into a real cave world that floated in his palm.

In that world, mountains and rivers are clearly visible, the sun, moon and stars revolve endlessly, and countless living beings thrive and multiply within it.

This is his own world, condensed through ten thousand years of arduous cultivation, the pinnacle achievement of the Realm King.

"Suppress!"

He roared, and the world crashed down, colliding head-on with the sixty-nine illusory stars.

Zhao Shenyang remained silent as well, forming hand seals as the world behind him also flew out.

This world is radiant with golden light, within which suns rise and fall, each containing terrifying heat capable of incinerating everything.

Wu Mingkong's world is the most bizarre.

That world was elusive, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, sometimes solid as a mountain, sometimes illusory as smoke, as if it did not exist in this world, yet it truly exuded a heart-palpitating pressure.

The three attacked simultaneously, and the collision between the three enormous hands that blotted out the sky and the sixty-nine illusory stars grew increasingly intense.

Wang Kunlun's fierceness, Zhao Shenyang's fiery intensity, and Wu Mingkong's unpredictability—three completely different forces intertwined to form a devastating torrent that crashed madly towards that starry sky.

The sixty-nine illusory stars trembled violently, and countless fine cracks appeared on them.

The starlight was dim, the movement was stagnant, and there were faint signs of collapse.

"good!"

Wu Mingkong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he even began to try to mobilize the power of the Feathered Heaven Palace!

He formed hand seals and chanted incantations, and the ethereal world behind him suddenly solidified.

A colossal palace slowly rose from the depths of the world.

The palace was magnificent and imposing, its entire body a chaotic color. Countless ancient runes covered the palace, each one flashing, flowing, and chanting incantations that transcended eternity.

Surrounding the palace, clouds and mist swirled, celestial light billowed, and countless illusory figures of immortals could be vaguely seen dancing within, scattering petals and playing melodies of heaven.

Ascend to the Heavenly Palace!

The most treasured artifact of the Feathered Ascension Sect is said to be an unparalleled divine artifact refined by the ancient Feathered Ascension Immortal Venerable, a top-grade Dao artifact that only the supreme leaders of the sect throughout the ages can wield.