Man is in the heavens, parasitic on the way

Divine sense manifested, Fang Ming's illusory figure appeared, carefully observing this true sealed land.

The ground was as white as jade, emitting a faint glow, and one could vaguely see strange patterns covering the pure white, flat ground.

These patterns resembled both fish and Peng, changing unpredictably, sometimes transforming into Kun fish, sometimes into Heavenly Peng, and sometimes representing the opposition of creation and destruction... circulating with two completely opposite Great Dao auras.

This was the external manifestation of the Kun Peng Law: opposition!

Its law was profound, appearing differently to a thousand people, impossible to generalize.

Looking up at the sky, he saw a massive, boundless, pitch-black Demon tree silently lying in the void.

This Demon tree was so enormous it filled the void, as if standing in a desolate universe.

The pitch-black Demon tree's body was covered in incomparably hideous wounds, its branches and leaves withered.

On the pitch-black, rough Demon body, there were fist marks, claw marks, bell marks, and so on... Some wounds were transparent front and back, with five-colored Immortal Blood seeping out.

The five-colored Immortal Blood gathered without falling, condensing on the hideous wounds, threads of immortal aura spreading, transforming into divine rings and precious radiance, like round, five-colored treasures.

Fang Ming gazed intently, vaguely seeing countless Great Dao symbols interwoven within the five-colored blood, forming the ineffable 'Dao'.

Chains of infinite variation, flickering with black and white light, surged from the void, binding the pitch-black Demon tree's body.

"So that's it, no wonder I didn't sense much Immortal King might!" Seeing this scene, Fang Ming muttered in realization.

This was a contingency left by Kun Peng, suppressing and imprisoning it, continuously refining and grinding it away, so it no longer possessed that kind of Immortal King might.

Of course, as Little Pagoda said, Pumo King's Immortal King body was already unworthy of the name, although one could still sense the terrifying power contained within it.

But compared to the Immortal King body that could easily shatter a Great Chiliocosm Universe as imagined, the difference was like heaven and earth.

It was far from comparable to a peak Immortal King body, and it was impossible to judge what level it had been reduced to.

From this, it could be seen that Kun Peng's contingency was still very effective.

Soon, Fang Ming's divine sense was attracted by a special Great Dao aura.

On a patch of white ground, he discovered a Kun Peng imprint that was almost disappearing.

From the information left behind by this imprint, he learned what had happened back then.

As early as the Immortal Ancient Era, after multiple great battles, Pumo King's primordial spirit was almost obliterated, his body suffered unimaginable severe damage, and he couldn couldn't even remove the remaining weapons embedded in his wounds himself.

While Pumo King was recuperating in the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, he finally managed to remove the True Dragon scales and some pieces of flesh embedded in his wounds and absorb their essence to heal.

Before his injuries recovered, he encountered Kun Peng, who was also severely injured, but in a slightly better condition.

The result was self-evident; his hard-won condensed immortal primordial spirit was shattered and destroyed, leaving only his Immortal King body.

Subsequently, Kun Peng discovered that this Immortal King body was very special, capable of spontaneously gathering the power of the immortal primordial spirit that had been scattered between heaven and earth, condensing it into residual consciousness.

However, although Kun Peng intended to completely annihilate it at the time, after being hit by the Immortal Breaking Curse, her cultivation was constantly disappearing, and she was powerless to do so. She could only barely seal Pumo King's incomplete body, leaving behind a contingency.

After nearly an era of Time, although this residual consciousness had grown considerably, it was still no match for the Great Dao imprint left by Kun Peng when she wielded the Reincarnation Disk back then. It was scattered once again, and the Immortal Blood that the Immortal King body had spontaneously recovered was also ground away.

Given the current state of this body, it would be impossible to gather the residual consciousness again without millions of years!

Browsing the information within the imprint, Fang Ming completely relaxed.

Although Kun Peng's realm was slightly lower than an Immortal King, she was still a figure of that realm.

Relatively speaking, her situation back then was slightly better than Pumo King's.

It was also normal for the contingency left behind to be able to defeat Pumo King's residual consciousness.

Looking at the imprint on the ground, Fang Ming shook his head and sighed.

The Kun Peng imprint finally mentioned that if a successor arrived, she hoped the successor would do everything possible, at all costs, to suppress and kill this Other Realm King she had suppressed.

This was because this Immortal King had once caused boundless slaughter in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Having finally gotten this opportunity, he absolutely could not be allowed to recover.

Otherwise, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths would likely be truly destroyed.

For such a figure, creation and destruction were but a single thought. Even if the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were formed by the fusion of multiple Great Chiliocosm Universes, destroying them would be an easy matter for him.

At the end of the message, she hoped that a successor with the ability would take care of her only surviving descendant.

She mentioned that in the great battle of Immortal Ancient, her descendant was also severely injured, born with defects, making it difficult to grow and become a true powerhouse.

Watching the Great Dao imprint slowly dissipate, Fang Ming remained silent for a long time.

This was an Immortal Dao sacred being who was still concerned about this world even at the point of death. Fang Ming wondered to himself what he would become if he were to fall to such a state.

Next, Fang Ming carefully explored the area again, and after confirming there were no omissions, his divine sense turned into a tide and withdrew from the world formed by this seal.

Outside, Fang Ming's divine sense incarnation looked at the white bone pagoda and asked, "Tower Brother, what are your plans?"

Little Pagoda remained silent. Chains of order spread from its white body, transforming into a one-inch-sized nine-story ancient pagoda illusion that descended towards the white bone altar.

The nine-story bone pagoda illusion fell, directly enveloping the one-inch Demon tree lying on the altar, slowly descending.

The bone pagoda was hazy, with Dao patterns interwoven on it, transforming into countless tiny fierce beasts galloping.

In an instant, the roars of countless fierce beasts turned into booming Dao sounds that spread out, like billions of troops roaring, shaking the entire small world incessantly, with countless cracks appearing.

Fang Ming looked at Little Pagoda's actions with a slightly strange expression, asking in confusion, "Tower Brother, what are you doing?"

If it were the nine-story body, or even the six-story body, it would be understandable. But now that only four stories remained, Little Pagoda's strength was less than one-hundred-millionth of its original. Could it possibly do anything to Pumo King's remaining body?

Little Pagoda said very calmly, "Making an attempt, to see how much essence remains in this immortal body."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Ming was startled. Little Pagoda was actually this reckless!

He was still thinking of taking it slow, gradually trying, extracting the immortal essence and even the supreme Dao principles from Pumo King's body little by little.

He hadn't expected Little Pagoda to be much more reckless than him when it got reckless.

Seeing the fleeting look of surprise on the blurred face of Fang Ming's divine sense incarnation, Little Pagoda said lightly, "Anyway, this immortal's residual consciousness has already been defeated, so it's a good time to try something out!"

"Good heavens, indeed! As expected of a pagoda from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, when it gets stubborn, it's more reckless than anyone!" Fang Ming was speechless inwardly.

Recalling everything about this Little Pagoda, caution and reckless stubbornness coexisted in it.

When cautious, it was extremely careful, fearing being entangled by various karma.

But at certain times, when it got reckless, it dared to break into the original gate even when it had only recovered two layers of its body.

Fang Ming couldn't even tell if it was the fearlessness of the ignorant, or simply confidence!

Such actions were not only reflected in Little Pagoda but also in the cultivators of this realm.

"Letting it try is fine too. Anyway, its body is incomparably sturdy, and it was once a figure of the Immortal King level, on the same level as Pumo King. Speaking of which, Little Pagoda's condition is much better than Pumo King's!"

Just as Fang Ming's thoughts were racing, the nine-story bone pagoda descended inch by inch, completely submerging into the white bone altar.

After entering it, an astonishing scene appeared.

The three-inch-sized bone pagoda illusion's size suddenly shrank, directly transforming into a faint speck of light invisible to the naked eye.

Its size was compressed to the extreme!

Of course, this was nothing in Fang Ming's eyes. If he put his mind to it, he could 'see' even the smallest particle clearly.

After all, he wasn't truly seeing with his eyes. The divine sense incarnation was essentially using some divine ability to observe the surroundings, not his eyes.

Gazing intently at the altar, Fang Ming observed the changes within it very seriously.