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

Chapter 92 Three Exchange Options! A Love Story of Eternal Destiny!

The birthday banquet has ended.

The guests gradually dispersed.

Fang Han rode the divine rainbow alone, flying into the distance.

He had just broken through the Great Tribulation of Wind and Fire, and his internal energy was not yet fully stable. He needed to find a quiet place to cultivate in seclusion and consolidate it.

However, he had only flown a thousand miles when he sensed movement behind him.

Someone is catching up.

And there's more than one.

Swish!

Within the Nine Heavens Gale Layer, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking his path.

The man was surrounded by dense wood-based qi, each strand of which transformed into a forest of tree trees, covering the sky and enveloping all directions.

Mu Taoist!

The Tree Demon, an ancient giant, a terrifying being at the first level of the Longevity Realm.

"Fang Han, you successfully survived the Tribulation of Wind and Fire with the help of my four Nirvana Pills, and now you think you can escape? How is that possible?"

The Wood Daoist sneered, and the tree forest around him grew wildly, with branches and leaves like binding ropes, wrapping around Fang Han.

Fang Han's expression changed, and he was about to activate the Yellow Springs Diagram to escape.

boom!

On the other side, the Nine Heavens Gale suddenly exploded.

A figure emerged from the blast of wind; it was none other than Daoist Long.

He opened his mouth and exhaled a wind a thousand times stronger than the gale of the heavens. Each gust of wind was like a thousand flying knives and swords, covering the sky and blocking all escape routes.

"I knew you were slippery, trying to run away?"

Long Daoren sneered, "Let's see where you run to today!"

Two ancient giants attacked from both sides.

Fang Han was trapped in the middle, with nowhere to retreat.

He took a deep breath, his magical power surging, and poured it all into the Yellow Springs Diagram.

This damaged, top-grade Dao artifact is now unleashing an extremely terrifying power.

The Bridge of Helplessness appears, its body mottled, yet it carries an unparalleled majesty that suppresses hell and connects life and death.

Fang Han stood on the bridge, his magical power surging wildly. The Eight-Part Pagoda hung above his head, casting down thousands of rays of light. The sun and moon essence wheels rotated alternately within it. A million heavenly demons roared in unison, and a thousand-headed demon kings surrounded the phantom of the Revolving Saint King, emitting a demonic sound that shook the soul.

"Well done!"

Fang Han shouted loudly, pouring all his magical power into the Eight-Part Pagoda.

The pagoda suddenly expanded, its body becoming crystal clear. Layer upon layer of doors opened, and the magical treasures sealed inside simultaneously glowed, transforming into a devastating torrent that crashed headlong into the Dragon Daoist who was closest to it.

Long Daoren's expression changed. He hadn't expected that this kid, who had just survived the tribulation of wind and fire, would have such powerful magic.

The power of that attack had already faintly touched the threshold of the Longevity Realm; if one were to take it head-on, even if they didn't die, they would be severely injured.

"That brat is asking for it!"

Long Daoren roared, and his body surged with blood-red light.

He formed a hand seal and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood mist exploded in the air, turning into countless blood-red runes.

Each rune carried an aura of decay and corruption; it was a forbidden technique he had unleashed using his own life essence—the Aro Blood Explosion Technique!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blood mist collided with the precious light of the Eight-Part Pagoda, unleashing a deafening roar.

Long Daoren let out a muffled groan and flew backward. His five fingers on his right hand exploded, turning into five clouds of blood mist, which were swallowed up by the treasure light of the Eight-Part Buddha.

"My finger!"

The Dragon Daoist was filled with shock and anger. He had refined those five fingers for thousands of years, and they had become a magical artifact connected to his mind and spirit.

Destroying it now is like cutting off one of his arms.

He retreated frantically, his aura fluctuating violently, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

Fang Han did not pursue them.

He knew that although he could now injure the ancient giants, that was only when the opponents underestimated him.

In a real life-or-death battle, he would be no match for the two giants, not to mention that there were countless people below eyeing him covetously.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Han shook the Yellow Springs Map.

The demonic energy of Avici surged forth like a tidal wave, spreading across a radius of dozens of miles and enveloping everything in a dark, demonic mist.

He was completely hidden inside. The Eight-Part Pagoda spun rapidly, and all the precious light was withdrawn into the pagoda body. The blood mist generated by the explosion of the Dragon Daoist's five fingers was also swallowed by the Great Devouring Technique, turning into pure primordial energy, which was poured into the Golden Core.

His golden core already contained ninety-three kinds of divine abilities, and now, having absorbed the essence and vital energy of the ancient giant, it became even more dazzling.

Countless fine lines faintly appeared on the surface of the Golden Core. These lines intertwined and evolved, as if they were about to form a spiritual embryo and transform into a true manifestation of heaven and earth.

"This is truly a great tonic. If I could swallow this Dragon Daoist whole, I would immediately achieve the Great Perfection of the Heaven and Earth Dharma Form, and even break through to the peak realm of defying fate, and step into the secret realm of immortality at any time."

A crazy idea flashed through Fang Han's mind.

But he quickly suppressed his greed; now was not the time to be greedy.

He took a deep breath, activated his escape technique, and transformed into a golden light, merging into the Bridge of Helplessness.

"The White Emperor's Golden Slash, transforming the body into a sword, the Bridge of Helplessness, connecting time and space!"

He let out a low shout, and the Bridge of Helplessness beneath his feet trembled violently, its structure extending into the depths of the void, connecting layer upon layer of space. With a deafening roar, he vanished without a trace.

"hateful!"

Dragon Daoist and Wood Daoist flew up with all their might, and the two of them used their supernatural powers together to disperse the overwhelming demonic energy.

But when the demonic energy dissipated, the place was empty, and Fang Han had long since disappeared.

"That brat caused me to lose five fingers. When I get back, I must find suitable masters to cut off their fingers and reattach them. But to restore them to their original miraculous state, it will take at least ten years of hard work!"

Looking at his bloodied and mangled right hand, Long Daoren's face was terribly gloomy.

The wooden Taoist's gaze was chilling as he stared in the direction where Fang Han had disappeared. He slowly said, "His pagoda seems to be the legendary Eight-Part Pagoda. It contains three mid-grade Dao artifacts, whose destructive power is truly astonishing."

"Eight-part pagoda?"

Long Daoren was taken aback, then his eyes burned even brighter. "There's also a magical talisman on that tower, incredibly profound, like it was crafted by a supreme Buddhist master. And that Sun and Moon Essence Wheel—how come it's all in his hands?"

The two ancient giants exchanged a glance, both seeing greed and killing intent in each other's eyes.

"The magical treasures this kid possesses are enough to make anyone envious. If we don't kill him now, and his cultivation advances further, making his treasures even more powerful, we really won't be able to kill him."

"Chase!"

The two simultaneously activated their magical power, and two streams of energy, one blue and one white, flew out from their bodies, intertwining and merging into one.

With a deafening roar, the Nine Heavens Gale Winds that stretched for a thousand miles vanished, and their figures disappeared. Following the lingering aura of Fang Han, they pursued him relentlessly.

Fang Han flew away with all his might, traversing through the Nine Heavens Gale Layer. In the blink of an eye, he was already three thousand miles away, and ten thousand miles was only a breath away.

Instead of flying downwards, he soared upwards, trying to break through the Nine Heavens Gale Layer and enter the real space.

However, at this moment...

A cold thought appeared without warning deep in Fang Han's mind.

The thought seemed to come from the heavens above, or from the infinitely distant shores of time and space, devoid of any emotion, yet clearly imprinted on his mind: "You have three chances to exchange."

"It can be exchanged for anything of value!"

"Essence pills, magical artifacts, cultivation techniques, supernatural powers, and even—opportunities to make a move, and the chance to receive initiation."

"Anything is worth exchanging if the value is sufficient!"

Three chances to exchange!

Fang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

The moment this thought appeared, he suddenly discovered that the dark golden giant ship that countless people had coveted and could not touch in the void ahead was now clearly visible in front of him.

The boat was entirely dark gold, with eighty-one illusory stars slowly swirling around it. Transparent flames coiled and moved about, transforming into countless runes, creating a breathtaking and awe-inspiring sight.

He can see it now.

That immortal ship, which even the Venerable Linglong could not foresee and the Supreme Emperor could not reach, was now quietly hovering a hundred feet in front of him, as if it had been waiting for him all along.

"Three exchanges —"

Fang Han muttered to himself, his mind racing.

He didn't know who this thought came from, nor was he sure what the celestial ship was.

But he knew one thing—he was facing a tremendous crisis!

The two ancient giants, Dragon Daoist and Wood Daoist, attacked from both sides, with the tree forest covering the sky and the Nine Heavens Gale blocking their retreat.

"Yan, did you hear that?"

Fang Han muttered to himself.

"I heard it! I heard it clearly!"

Deep within the Yellow Springs Map, Yan's voice, trembling with excitement, rang out: "A top-grade Dao artifact! No, the aura of that ship is even more terrifying than a top-grade Dao artifact! It's definitely a legendary immortal artifact! You brat, agree to it now, hurry up!"

Fang Han frowned: "But what can I offer in exchange? What do I possess that would be worth the attention of such a being?"

"The World Tree!"

Yan's voice was extremely urgent, "You have a fragment of the World Tree inside you. It is a divine object from the beginning of the world, connecting the Immortal Realm and the Human Realm. Even Immortal Venerables would be envious of it."

"Quick, let's cut off a portion and use it to trade!"

Fang Han shook his head: "Cut off a part—no, the World Tree is my foundation, I absolutely cannot give it up. Let's think of something else we can exchange it for?"

His mind raced; he possessed quite a few treasures, including the Yellow Springs Map and the Five Elements Land Talisman.

But these are either Yan's true form, or they are of great importance, or they are not valuable enough.

"Fang Han!"

Yan grew anxious. "Let me tell you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The origins of that immortal ship are absolutely terrifying. Making a deal with such a being is worth a hundred years of your arduous cultivation!"

Fang Han ignored Yan's urging.

He simply raised his right hand and looked down at his index finger.

A strand of hair was wrapped around his index finger.

The hair was extremely fine, as black as ink, and wrapped around the base of his fingers. If you didn't look closely, you could hardly notice its presence.

"This strand of hair—"

Yan's voice suddenly stopped.

Fang Han calmly said, "The Eternal Love Threads are the only thing on my body that neither affects my foundation nor is it anything less than special."

Yan paused for a moment, then his tone became somewhat strange: "Fang Han, you wouldn't be thinking of taking advantage of this hair, would you?"

Fang Han stated frankly, "This item is suspected to be related to the Immortal Venerable Linglong. Since it belongs to an Immortal Venerable, it should possess immense value!"

Yan's tone became even stranger: "I seem to remember this; this isn't ordinary hair, it's the Eternal Love Thread!"

"The fact that this thing is wrapped around the fingertip means that the Immortal Venerable Linglong will be trapped by countless emotional tribulations in the future, which can lead to endless suffering. This thing is too deeply involved with the Immortal Venerable Linglong, and the karma between them is too great. Ordinary people cannot even have any connection with the Immortal Venerable."

"You've got the nerve to try and trade it?"