This thod of forcibly becoming the strongest in the Sa Realm is rarely seen, because wanting to surpass the current strongest with the blessing of fortune by one or two levels requires not only extraordinary talent but also formidable Cultivation Techniques and Combat Skills.
Of course, this thod also brings great humiliation, representing an overwhelming suppression in power, absolute transcendence that leaves one far behind.
If Bear King loses his Supre Yang’s strongest fortune in this way, it would surely be a disgrace, and it would likely infuriate him beyond asure.
Wang Xuan is surrounded by an ocean of rit, shining brilliantly, like a radiant, fiery sun.
Ordinary people cannot see it, but Celestial Immortals and True Immortals, when looking around, wouldn’t miss it; it’s clearer than looking at an elephant one ter away with a magnifying glass.
Such vast rit was accumulated by Wang Xuan by peeping into the future and saving millions of Mother Star warriors, among them several hundred thousand Earth Immortals.
One can imagine the amount of rit he has accumulated.
The place where Wang Xuan is, the light of rit has almost driven away all evil and demonic energies within a ten-mile radius. Any Immortal with eyes would retreat.
Whether they can afford to provoke him or not, accidentally killing him would likely bring heavenly retribution enough for True Immortals to fear, and their fortune would plumt.
Like ancients seeing a mythical beast, everyone knows that "killing is ominous."
"rit’s light can be infused into a Magical Treasure to craft a rit Treasure. Such weapons can suppress fortune and powerfully restrain Demons and Ghosts.
However, I have not founded a sect, so converting rit into a rit Halo will suffice. rit’s light is like scattered sand, while a rit Halo is like a rock, and their ability to resist energy attacks cannot be compared.
Thus it is said, an Immortal with a rit Halo is impervious to all techniques, untouched by all evils; the magical attacks of a Sa Realm cultivator can be reduced by eighty to ninety percent, placing them in an unbeatable position."
Wang Xuan set about Condensing a rit Halo, knowing the corresponding Dharma Gate. As long as the power of Will, Spirit, and Primordial Spirit resonate and rge with it, and the scattered light of rit is compressed into substance, it can be accomplished.
The Dharma Gate at hand, he began to refine a rit Halo. The rit he held was so vast, enough for others to refine hundreds of rit Halos.
Given his Cultivation Level, converting all rit into a rit Halo would likely take over a decade with considerable effort.
But he does not need that long.
"Ti Spirit."
Summoning the Tower of Space-Ti, the power of ti enveloped his body, massive rit power gathered in the Dantian, using it as a furnace with Essence, Qi, and Spirit as the fire to refine the rit Halo.
A large amount of pure Source Power was consud, forming a rit Halo a foot long, and under the acceleration of ti, Wang Xuan condensed it to be exceptionally solid.
But at this mont, he still had more than ninety percent of his rit power left, and the rit Halo being too large wouldn’t do, so reluctantly, he could only fill the remaining space of the rit Halo.
Until a large pancake appeared, he had plenty of rit power left, so Wang Xuan steeled himself and continued Condensing, not caring whether it could still be called a rit Halo.
Letting go of formalities, a solid golden sphere three ters in diater flew out from his Dantian, like a small sun, filled with divine brilliance.
The Great Sun Buddha, honest and bright, Wang Xuan’s rit sphere perfectly embodies the power of the rit Halo, presumably offering remarkable resistance to magical attacks.
"It’s just that others have rit Halos, and I have such a sphere, which is truly unconventional.
No help for it, others condense Halos only because they lack enough rit power, while I have so much that I could create a rit Golden Sun."
Wang Xuan, thick-skinned as ever, nad it the rit Golden Sun, a rit Treasure a hundred tis more powerful than any rit Halo.
The rit Golden Sun stood behind him, enveloping him completely in its golden radiance, only dazzling light could be seen, with no trace of a human figure.
In that mont, Wang Xuan seed like the Great Sun Buddha.
A black Treasure Tower appeared in his hand, thirteen layers in total, which once belonged to the Dark Pixiu Saint Heir and finally fell into his hands.
In his eyes, the Immortal Gold used to create this Treasure Tower is extrely rare, the type of treasure even a Void True Immortal would find hard to acquire.
After all, the Dark Pixiu Saint Heir is the son of a Venerable, and the materials for refining a Lifebound Weapon should support it reaching the Half-Step Immortal stage.
Placing the rit Golden Sun atop the tower, with the light of rit enveloping all directions, Divinity energy perated, and as it descended, it enveloped the Black Tower.
The rit Golden Sun, possessing unimaginable Divinity and Supre Yang power, is the nesis of darkness and evil, and as soon as it landed atop the tower, a hissing sound was heard as it lted away, and the dark energy gradually lessened.
The power of rit was already dispelling the dark aura, and it wouldn’t take long for Wang Xuan to begin refining it, transforming this True-Tier Immortal Artifact into his own possession.
The Primordial Purple Gold floated in the Dantian, always being nurtured. He wanted to refine it into his desired weapon with his imnse power, which was far beyond his current Cultivation Level.
What he could do was communicate with it spiritually, allowing it to change voluntarily, gradually transforming into his weapon of choice.
On top of the Primordial Purple Gold was a leaf of golden paper, the Divine Gold that bore the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo, material for weapon crafting by a True God.
This leaf of golden paper was ten ters long and one ter thick, the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo recorded on it disappeared without a trace once Wang Xuan morized it.
Its essence was exceedingly high, preserved by that True God through ans; despite the erosion of ti and dark energies, not much essence had been lost, and it was still well-preserved.
This kind of Divine Gold, whether Mother Star had it or not Wang Xuan did not know, but the Immortal’s weapon materials definitely did not match the Divine Gold.
With prolonged nurturing, it could presumably return to its original state, combined with Primordial Purple Gold to craft his Lifebound Weapon, it was the perfect choice.
Wang Xuan had his own ambitions; his eyes were set on the Immortal Realm, and even upon entering that level, he still aspired to beco the strongest!
Other Immortals had to step into that level to find Immortal Gold to craft their weapons. Yet Wang Xuan, rely a Celestial Immortal, had already gathered Divine Gold that even Immortals covet.
With each use of the Tower of Space-Ti, his connection with the Primordial Purple Gold and Divine Gold deepened, spiritually communicating as they refined into each other’s Lifebound object.
In the long process of steady refinent, these two precious materials would eventually rge into one, transforming into his Lifebound Weapon.
With the rit Golden Sun complete, Wang Xuan’s overall strength rose once again. At this ti, he could already sense his strong pull towards the Supre Yang’s greatest fortune, as though it might co to him at any mont.
"Continue cultivating." He could still cultivate the Heart Spirit Demon Scripture, and he reckoned that his strength could rise a little further after cultivation.
But just then, several Pure Yang auras descended at the foot of Black and White Mountain, signaling visitors, shortly followed by a loud call.
"Zhou Fengming, third-generation disciple of the Three Vessels, seeks audience with the Taoist, hoping for a eting!" The voice was loud and urgent.
Wang Xuan set the Black Tower topped with the rit Golden Sun at the mountaintop and descended gracefully to the foot of the mountain. Given the many arrays of Black and White Mountain, outsiders could not intrude, and even without the arrays, there were rules.
"What is the matter?" Wang Xuan stood with hands behind his back, facing five people, their bodies thick with Blood Evil Qi, presumably having returned from the Hell Realm.
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