Trading the heavens starting from immortality

Fang Han, Princess Hongyi, Liu Kang and other outer disciples were all dressed in feathered robes with magic swords at their waists; the inner disciples who accompanied them, except for Yuan Jiankong, wore water and fire Taoist robes and carried sword boxes on their backs, with their spiritual swords hidden inside.

Unlike magic swords, spiritual weapons can be unified with their master's mind, moving with the mind, and their power far exceeds that of magic weapons.

"Senior Brother Yuan, now that everyone is here, let's head to the Vast Desert! I heard that Senior Sister Fang from Purple Lightning Peak has already set off..."

Senior Sister Mo said calmly, glancing at Fang Han with her beautiful eyes, but did not continue.

Who wouldn't yearn for the true teachings of supernatural powers?

The Yin-Yang Longevity Pill is an extremely rare reward that can help them reach the Divine Power Realm. One of the true disciples, Senior Brother Jin Shitai, was previously just an ordinary inner disciple. If it weren't for his father relying on his years of merit to request a Yin-Yang Longevity Pill from the Sect Leader, using it to break through to the Divine Power Realm and achieve magical strength, he would probably still be just an ordinary inner disciple. This fact is known to some well-informed inner disciples.

Her purpose in inviting a disciple like Yuan Jiankong, who was ranked high on the Mountain and River Ranking, wasn't solely for the reward of the Yin-Yang Longevity Pill. Besides that, she also went to great lengths to borrow an extremely rare treasure from Senior Brother Hua.

If Fang Qingxue gets there first, then wouldn't their trip have been for nothing...?

"Junior Sister Mo is absolutely right, let's set off now!" said the man in the emerald green robe.

It then floated directly onto a crane that was circling in the air, and the crane flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

The crowd followed closely behind, crouching down on the crane's back to prevent themselves from being blown off by the wind.

It's important to know that the cranes of the Feathered Ascension Sect fly at extremely high speeds, covering thousands or even tens of thousands of miles in just one hour (2 hours) (2 times the speed of sound, 690 m/s, more than 10 times faster than the fastest high-speed train). With such terrifying speeds, the winds they face are naturally incredibly fierce. If someone were to accidentally fall from the crane's back, even a disciple at the Divine Transformation Realm would be killed by the fall from thousands or even tens of thousands of meters in the air without any protective treasures.

Such things have happened before in the Feathered Gate, so no one dares to be careless when flying.

At this moment, the Feathered Mountains swept past them rapidly, with only the sharp whistling of the wind filling their ears.

Every one or two hours, the group would stop to rest. After all, cranes are made of flesh and blood; carrying hundreds of pounds of people on their backs, they would eventually exhaust themselves flying tens of thousands of miles in one breath.

During breaks, the group clearly formed distinct groups. Fang Han, Princess Hongyi, and Liu Kang formed one small group; the five members of the Dade royal family formed another; Senior Sister Mo and the other inner disciples formed yet another small group; and the green-clad man, Yuan Jiankong, was alone, occasionally exchanging a few words with Senior Sister Mo, but barely paying attention to the others.

And so it went, flying and stopping intermittently, from dawn till dusk. This finally allowed Fang Han to experience the thrill of riding a crane.

Finally, as the night drew to a close, the continuous mountain ranges disappeared, replaced by an endless desert. Under the moonlight, the desert resembled a silver sea.

"We've arrived at the Vast Desert. Blue Moon City is in the center of the Vast Desert, and it will probably take another day of flying to get there. The cranes are all tired now. Let's rest here for a while and recharge our energy before setting off again tomorrow morning."

Yuan Jiankongdao controlled the crane to land in the desert.

"Yes, Senior Brother Yuan."

This temporary small group was led by the disciple on the Mountain and River Ranking, who was the strongest among them.

Fang Han patted "Crane Fairy" on the neck, signaling her to land.

"According to the original plot, our arrival has already been anticipated by the 'Red Powder Prince' of the Red Dust Demon Sect, and he has already led his men to ambush us in the shadows... We need to be extra careful from now on!"

Looking at the endless sand dunes under the moonlight, Fang Han thought to himself.

He knew, of course, that quietly developing within the Feathered Gate would ensure a peaceful existence.

Unfortunately, the great calamity of the gods will arrive in less than ten years. The Taiyi Sect still harbors ambitions to dominate all immortal sects, and Hua Tiandu will continue to grow stronger. If Fang Han chooses to remain steadfast, then when the great calamity of the gods arrives, only death awaits him.

Opportunities must be fought for and seized; insights gained from breaking through realms won't magically appear in one's mind. Therefore, Fang Han must, within ten years, reach a level where he can safely weather the divine calamity or even ascend to the celestial realm. Thus, he must experience certain plot points from the original story to accelerate his growth.

"Although I have escaped fate, I am still forcibly arranged by 'fate'! 'Heaven's will' is hard to defy! I am still too weak!"

Thinking of this, Fang Han couldn't help but sigh.

Was I oversimplifying things?

The Immortal King has already transcended the Great Dao; how could he not have foolproof methods? His original plan to rely on his Destiny Void Being physique to escape the control of the Immortal Kings like Creation was theoretically sound, but putting it into practice was virtually impossible...

"It seems I need to change my mind. Although the Heavenly Monarchs and Immortal Kings have their schemes, without their support, I probably wouldn't be able to reach the pinnacle. Perhaps I shouldn't resist these opportunities; what's wrong with seeking survival amidst death?"

Fang Han clearly distinguishes between living for ten years and living for a billion years.

Only by "borrowing" power can one possibly break through to the Immortal King level before the destruction of the world... And with the "All Heavens Trading Group," one may be able to completely destroy these Immortal Kings' backup plans in the future.

"What a tragedy!"

Thinking about this, he actually regretted not going to the Dragon Abyss River to accept the opportunity given away by the Immortal King of Creation!

"Oh dear! I shouldn't have been so stupid! I wonder if Bai Haichan is still by the Dragon Abyss River. I hope he is! I'll go check on the Dragon Abyss River when I get back... Anyway, I'm going to die sooner or later, so even if the Creation Immortal King really has some scheme in mind, I'll accept it!"

Fang Han prayed. He vowed that if Bai Haichan were still alive, he would immediately become his disciple! And while he was at it, he would also obtain the "Dragon Subduing in the Yellow Springs Diagram," a top-grade Dao artifact containing a great secret but now downgraded, and the "Nine Aperture Golden Pill," a high-grade Heaven-level pill...

Of course, more importantly, he wanted to see if "Bai Haichan" was still alive, or if he was still waiting for him. Or perhaps he had foreseen that he would return, and if so...

The others naturally had no idea what this disciple of Purple Lightning Peak was thinking.

After landing in the desert and confirming that the surroundings were safe, some lit campfires, some drank water, and others meditated in the desert.

Princess Hongyi and some other disciples were also sitting cross-legged at this moment, cultivating their spirit and blood.

These people went about their own business. Although the desert environment was short of water and difficult to start a fire, these ascended disciples all possessed [True Water Talisman] and [Soul Fire Talisman], so there was no need to worry. These talismans could be reused until their magical power was exhausted.

As for vigilance, ordinary Divine Transformation Realm experts can sense any movement of wind, water, grass, or environmental changes within a radius of a thousand steps. Yuan Jiankong, Senior Sister Mo, and the others did not notice anything unusual nearby. However, they were unaware that dozens of miles away, amidst the rolling sand dunes, a pair of eerie demonic eyes were already watching this place intently.

The desert is not devoid of life; nighttime is when venomous insects and scorpions emerge to hunt and sip dew. These desert scorpions are as large as a fist, with shiny black armor and venomous tails held high, enough to easily kill a giant elephant. For a person in the desert, being stung by one of these venomous scorpions is almost certainly fatal. There are also other extremely vicious insects such as centipedes, ants, and mosquitoes.

Fortunately, the robes of the Feathered Immortal Sect disciples have the effect of repelling all poisonous insects, so there's no need to worry about being attacked by them. However, some of the cranes that accompanied them were happily pecking at the poisonous scorpions crawling on the ground...

Waaah~

Just then, a strange night wind blew by, causing the campfire on the ground to suddenly go out.

Aww, aww~~~......

From the distant sand dunes, the mournful howls of a lone wolf seemed to echo, filling one with terror and sending chills down one's spine.