Man is in the heavens, parasitic on the way

Outside, Shi Hao sat cross-legged in a corner of the Scripture Pavilion, holding a golden treasure bone in his hand.

"It's the treasure bone of the Kun Peng descendant. It's just right to see how the treasure technique passed down from the treasure bone differs from the youthful version of the Kun Peng Law that I deduced."

Fang Ming's heart stirred, and his divine sense swept through, entering the treasure bone.

As soon as he explored, a scene appeared before Fang Ming's eyes: a Kun fish, tens of thousands of miles in size, leaped out of the boundless ocean, then transformed into a dark gold-colored Great Peng, soaring straight beyond the nine heavens.

Fang Ming's powerful divine sense imprinted the various transformations recorded in the treasure bone, verifying them against the youthful version of the Kun Peng Law he had inversely deduced.

Before long, he completed the fusion of the two treasure techniques.

"The treasure technique passed down by this Kun Peng remnant is also based on the transformation of Yin and Yang. It can only be considered a supplement to the treasure technique I inversely deduced."

Fang Ming was not disappointed by this.

He would be able to get the real Kun Peng Law before long, so there was no rush.

What he wanted was the process, not the result.

"Ah, this golden bone of the Kun Peng descendant is really complicated. If only there was another powerful Great Peng treasure technique, then I would definitely be able to fully comprehend this treasure bone."

Shi Hao stood up, scratching his head in annoyance.

It had been almost a month since he obtained this golden bone, but he still hadn't been able to completely comprehend its profound mysteries.

This was only because the treasure technique within the golden bone was incomplete. This was not a complete original treasure bone, it had defects.

This made comprehension more difficult.

Suddenly, a loud 'rumble' came, and the huge Scripture Pavilion shook incessantly, with creaking sounds constantly ringing out.

A great earthquake occurred in the area where Butian Pavilion was located. Even with the blessing of runes, the numerous palaces and halls were difficult to stabilize, and large areas of the palaces collapsed.

Shi Hao rushed out of the Scripture Pavilion and immediately saw several majestic spirit mountains collapse, raising dust all over the sky.

Huge cracks spread, and the entire land seemed to have shattered!

"What happened?"

A pair of golden wings appeared behind Shi Hao, and he soared into the sky, flying high up, eagerly wanting to know what had happened.

With a slight sense, he perceived the source.

The fluctuations came from the direction where the Butian Pavilion's Sacrificial Spirit was located. It was clear that a fierce battle had caused the current scene.

Looking into the distance, a huge vine was incredibly thick, its roots like pillars supporting the sky, soaring into the firmament, incredibly thick, and its leaves wrapped in chaotic mist obscured the clouds, looking astonishing.

Two colossal beings were attacking this Old Vine. One was a humanoid creature with pure white wings and a vertical eye between its brows, and the other was a gigantic Demonic bird whose body was wrapped in fiery red demonic clouds.

In the sky, dense Dao runes were scattered, and the Dao sounds rumbled.

Facing the siege of the two, the Old Vine of Butian Pavilion was at ease. Its vine roots branched out, transforming into the sharpest battle spears, piercing through the two.

No matter how they struggled, they couldn't break free, as if they were strung together by the gourd vine.

Blood with a five-colored glow and blood like flames sprinkled down to the ground, converging into rivers of blood.

"The Heavenly Dao laws of the Lower Realm are quite incomplete. It's not a normal Small Thousand World. Just the Venerable realm can cause such great destructive power!"

Fang Ming watched the battle with great emotion.

In the Lower Realm, cultivators in the Venerable realm could turn the land within a hundred thousand miles into dust when they fought.

Over on Old Devil's side, the destructive power that Great Ascension Cultivators could cause was about the same, and only the stronger ones among them could do it.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Great Ascension Cultivators are equivalent to the Venerables of this world.

The reason for such destructive power is, firstly, because the cultivation system of this world is relatively strong in terms of external destruction, and secondly, because the Heavenly Dao laws of the Lower Realm are incomplete, and the Great Dao is flawed.

A mournful scream echoed throughout the surroundings. The emerald green vines of Butian Pavilion's Old Vine shook, and the Venerable with double wings on its back and a vertical eye was torn apart by the piercing roots.

Blood with a five-colored glow flowed down, almost like a heavenly river collapsing.

The roots of the Old Vine were incredibly flexible, piercing through, and streaks of radiant light rose, transforming into five-colored smoke that entered the body of Butian Pavilion's Old Vine, being refined and absorbed by it.

At the same time, a green-skinned gourd, accompanied by chaotic mist, violently smashed down, hitting the struggling Demonic bird. With a 'puff', the boundless Demonic bird instantly turned into a bloody mist.

The emerald green leaves on the Old Vine's body shook, and the sky full of bloody mist was completely absorbed and refined by it.

The two Venerables came quickly and left quickly.

This Old Vine had, after all, once ignited divine fire. Although it was about to pass away now, its strength was not something ordinary Venerables could contend with.

Coming closer, looking at the silent Old Vine, Shi Hao's eyes dimmed. He knew that this was the Sacrificial Spirit Old Vine of Butian Pavilion forcefully raising its energy and spirit for a battle, and it would soon pass away.

The Old Vine had told him a while ago that it was about to die.

Soon, many high-ranking officials of Butian Pavilion also arrived.

"Don't be sad for me. There is birth and death; this is the law of the world!"

The Old Vine's tired voice came, and it instead comforted Shi Hao.

"Is there really no way at all?"

Shi Hao was a little unwilling.

He had a very good impression of this Old Vine and had received guidance before.

"There is no way. The great limit is approaching, unless a real life-extending divine medicine can be found!"

The Old Vine's voice carried a hint of free and easy laughter.

At the critical moment, being able to see such an excellent disciple, it had come to terms with it and felt very relieved.

Shi Hao's eyes rolled, and he reached up to his hair, taking down a golden seed about the size of a finger joint. He asked softly, "Xuantian Senior, do you have a way? Sacrificial Spirit is really good."

Before Fang Ming could say anything, the leaves on the Old Vine's body shook, and an old voice came, "You don't need to trouble Xuantian Senior. I know my situation very well."

Fang Ming's existence had long been known to the people of Butian Pavilion, and this Sacrificial Spirit had also been informed of his existence.

They dared not disturb Fang Ming, because no one in the entire sect could see through Fang Ming's depth.

This Sacrificial Spirit couldn't either!

"I have a way, but this withered and old gourd vine may not be able to use it."

Fang Ming's calm voice came out.

Immediately, Shi Hao's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Xuantian Senior, what is the way?"

"The method is very simple. Let it transfer its primordial spirit into that green-skinned gourd, and then use its own Dao principles to cut off the connection with the main root. There is a certain probability of surviving."

Fang Ming said.

This method was exactly the Nirvana method he used before to break free from the cycle of flowering, bearing fruit, and then dying.

The reason he was able to succeed was because the Dao principles he comprehended were strong enough to cut off the connection between himself and the Immortal Vine's body. At the same time, the life essence accumulated in the seed's inner world was also thick enough.

His accumulation was sufficient, and with various blessings, he succeeded very smoothly.

But this Old Vine was not necessarily the case. It could be seen that the Old Vine had no accumulation and might not succeed.

However, even if it succeeded, it would need to start over, which was a different kind of next life.

The Pavilion Master of Butian Pavilion's eyes lit up, and he said solemnly, "Sacrificial Spirit, Xuantian Senior's method is perhaps worth trying."

"No."

The Old Vine's voice was calm, having come to terms with life and death. "This method is very good, but after using this method, I will not be able to protect Butian Pavilion. You cannot stop those Venerables!"

From a vine to a seed, even if it succeeded, it would no longer have its current combat power, and might even fall into slumber. At that time, when those Venerables attacked, the current Butian Pavilion had no Venerables and would certainly not be able to resist.

"Sacrificial Spirit, we have already started to transfer. Please, Sacrificial Spirit, undergo Nirvana and be reborn in the future!"

The Pavilion Master of Butian Pavilion pleaded, his face full of anxiety.

However, this time the Sacrificial Spirit completely fell silent, giving them no reply, as if it had passed away.

After pleading for a long time, these people finally left here.

During this time, they did not ask Fang Ming to protect Butian Pavilion.

Without any relationship, how could they ask such a powerful being to act? That kind of price was impossible for their Butian Pavilion to afford!

Sitting on a green stone in the dilapidated courtyard, Shi Hao's expression was a little sad.

He knew that Butian Pavilion might be destroyed, and if there were no accidents, there would be no Butian Pavilion for a long time.

Perhaps only when the disciples who were sent out grew up would they be able to re-establish Butian Pavilion.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Shi Hao showed a conflicted expression, as if he was thinking about something important.

After a while, he placed the Little Pagoda tied to his hair and the golden seed that Fang Ming had transformed into through Nirvana on the green stone in front of him, and said softly, "I want to ask the two of you to help Butian Pavilion. I wonder what price is needed?"

Although the bone pagoda the size of a finger joint had never spoken, Shi Hao knew that this bone pagoda was by no means ordinary and was an extremely powerful existence.

In the Hundred Shattering Mountains, this bone pagoda had briefly left with the seed that the Immortal Root had transformed into through Nirvana.

"I don't want to be involved in too much karma in the world."

A faint treasure light appeared on the ancient pagoda the size of a finger joint, and a calm voice came out, "This world is balanced, restrained by karma, and based on equivalent exchange. You can ask me to act, but you need to sacrifice various rare divine materials to me."

"Sacrifice? What do you need?"

Shi Hao asked.

"Various rare divine materials, such as Chaos Soil, Sun Stone, Lunar Stone, the flesh and blood of pure-blooded fierce beasts, and divine bones..."

Little Pagoda's voice was calm and said, "For example, to resolve the crisis of Butian Pavilion this time, only a piece of Sun Stone is needed."

When Shi Hao heard this, his small face instantly collapsed. He didn't have any of these things.

Not to mention that he didn't have any, even Butian Pavilion couldn't possibly have any.

Sun Stone, that was formed after the sun in the starry sky was cut down. It was an extremely precious material for refining artifacts and could be refined into a supreme treasure.

As for Lunar Stone, that was a similar object, formed after the lunar star was cut down, and it was equally precious.

"Even if I sell myself, I can't exchange for a piece of Sun Stone!"

Shi Hao muttered softly, very disappointed.

Little Pagoda remained silent and fell into silence.

"Xuantian Senior."

Shi Hao's eyes turned, looking at the golden seed on the other side, and said softly, "What is the price for Senior to act?"

"It's not impossible for me to act. As for the reward or something, you can owe it for now and talk about it later."

As the words fell, the golden seed the size of a finger joint trembled, a golden glow flashed, and a vague, indistinct phantom figure appeared, which was Fang Ming's divine sense avatar.

"Really?"

Shi Hao's eyes lit up, and then he asked, "What does Xuantian Senior need as the price for acting?"

"I haven't thought about it yet."

Fang Ming smiled and said, "There's no rush. Perhaps I will only make a request when you achieve Great Ascension in cultivation and reach the peak in the future!"