Paradise of Demonic Gods
chapter-602

After some deliberation, Fang Xingjian could not hold back the anticipation to stabilize his abilities, especially the Sword Realm. There were far too many possibilities with the Sword Realm. For the physical particles within a space that had a radius of 100,000 meters to be freely converted into sword Qis... this was the best option compatible with formations.

This would be especially true if it were to be used together with the Five God-Slaying Swords and the Celestial Eradication Sword Formation. Who knew how terrifying the damaging prowess would be?

However, he still lifted his head, looking at Tyrant, and said, "I'll be spending some time cultivating. Hand this Hell's White Bone Armor to Wang Xiaoyan and Fang Qian for me. If they can fix it, then let them do so. If they can't, then break up the materials and help me forge another Divine Remains Longsword. It's fine even if it drops by a few levels."

Tyrant received the Hell's White Bone Armor and looked at this legendary Divine Armor, a prized treasure of the Ancient Path of Hell, an equipment that almost no Divine level experts in this world could break through. He shook his head and said, "You're being very open-minded to hand such a great treasure to Fang Qian and Wang Xiaoyan. Aren't you afraid that they'll take it and leave?"

Fang Xingjian smiled and said, "They have my sword intent in their bodies. If I so wish, I'll be able to find them at any given time and place. They wouldn't be able to escape no matter where they'd head to."

At the next moment, Fang Xingjian frowned slightly. He looked at the Fourth Prince, who was lying down, and saw that his countenance was turning increasingly pale. It was as if he was experiencing some kind of pain.

Tyrant asked, surprised, "What's wrong with him? Isn't he receiving the legacy of the Mystic Abyss Heavenly Emperor that was left in the Senluo Six Heavens Sword?"

Fang Xingjian fell silent for a moment before saying, "He might have encountered some troubles." As he spoke, he appeared before the Fourth Prince and tapped his finger on the Fourth Prince's forehead, sending a powerful stream of sword intent into the Fourth Prince's consciousness.

"Tyrant, you can head to where Fang Qian is first. I'll give the Fourth Prince a helping hand. If you run into any problems, don't panic. I'll be there in a bit."

Fang Xingjian's words seemed to hold some other meaning. However, if given more consideration, they did not seem to suggest any other intentions.

At the next moment, no more aura came from Fang Xingjian's body, as if he had died.

However, Tyrant knew that Fang Xingjian had merely focused all of his attention onto the Fourth Prince's body, thus no longer paying any attention to his physical body.

However, this did not mean that Fang Xingjian's body was completely defenseless. Recently, Tyrant had felt that Fang Xingjian seemed to have some kind of supernatural senses. It was as if no matter what kind of danger he encountered, he would be able to resolve it beforehand. It was truly unbelievable.

While Fang Xingjian's body seemed to be defenseless, if there was really any danger, Fang Xingjian would probably wake up before it even happened and he would deal it an impactful blow.

'Fang Xingjian can't cultivate black magic and the path he's taken is the path of a Knight. However, does the path of a Knight even have such means of predicting the future?

'Such supernatural senses... Could it be the legendary Sudden Inspiration?

'But based on the records of the Mountainous Sea's Book of the Way, shouldn't Sudden Inspiration be an ability that one would only get at the fourth tier of the Divine level? Although Xingjian is amazing, he hasn't reached the level of fourth tier of the Divine level, with an overwhelming power that would place him at the top of the world.'

Tyrant could imagine that if Fang Xingjian really were to reach the fourth tier of the Divine level, given how much power was distributed across the Miracle World right now, Fang Xingjian would definitely be undefeated and unstoppable across the entire world.

After all, it had only been over three months since the world's metamorphosis. 99% of the Divine level experts would probably still be working their way around, at the first tier of the Divine level. How could there be anyone who was a match for a fourth tier Divine level expert?

As these thoughts ran through Tyrant's mind, he had already stored te Hell's White Bone Armor into the Gates of the Netherworld, bringing it to where Fang Qian and Wang Xiaoyan were.

On the other hand, Fang Xingjian continued to dive deeper into the Fourth Prince's consciousness. However, all the places that he passed by were dark and eerie, filled with howling consciousness fragments and countless souls that were being tortured.

Fang Xingjian sensed that as he went down layer by layer, the places he passed by seemed to resemble a country of ghosts. The entire place was filled with the eerie auras of dead souls, as if it were their country.

Fang Xingjian even saw human figures moving around, people who were shouting to sell weapons such as sabers and swords, people who were farming, people who were fighting... There were even places where there were two armies engaged in battle, with world-shaking battle cries.

'What is this? The Mystic Abyss Heavenly Emperor's legacy created another world in the Fourth Prince's mind?' When Fang Xingjian saw this scene, he felt that it was a bit of a stretch. Such means of creating a world in someone else's consciousness was extraordinary and unbelievable.

Fang Xingjian then carefully observed the surroundings and noticed some clues.

The world created in this consciousness originated from all sorts of information strands from ether particles.

It was unknown what means the Mystic Abyss Heavenly Emperor had used to keep absorbing the varied personal information in the outside world that was contained in the ether particles and to pull them into the Fourth Prince's consciousness. He had made them think that they were still alive, and still living the lives they used to live, day after day, year after year.

It could be said that the Fourth Prince's consciousness had actually turned into a country of ghosts, gathering the memories of countless dead people who had perished long ago.

'He created another world, but what's the meaning behind this?' Fang Xingjian shook his head and suddenly smiled, 'The Hades Vault is a small world, and there's another world of ghosts before me. How much did the Mystic Abyss Heavenly Emperor want to be a creator of worlds?

'But if this were to continue, the Fourth Prince will probably be unable to hold on.'

There were limits to everything. Although it seemed as if the country of ghosts had been formed from the memories of ether particles coming from the outside world, there Fourth Prince's body was the one that was carrying the burden. With the Fourth Prince's calculating abilities, there was clearly a limit to how much consciousness his abilities could sustain.

Therefore, although the Fourth Prince had not shown any signs of abnormality at the beginning, his body now seemed to turn increasingly weaker.

'I wonder where the Fourth Prince's true consciousness is at. I must find him quickly and find out how much he knows. If it really doesn't work, then I can only destroy this entire country of ghosts.'

Therefore, with a flash, he once again headed deep into the depths of the Fourth Prince's consciousness.

Somewhere else, Tyrant was making his way to the extreme west of the academy, where Fang Qian's and Wang Xiaoyan's research room was situated. There he found all kinds of bottles, tools that he did not understand, and several tens of master blacksmiths which the academy had provided. The master blacksmiths were busy running around, clearly for the sake of Fang Xingjian's Divine Remains Equipment.

Fang Qian threw a glance at Tyrant and asked, "Tyrant, why have you come?"

Tyrant grinned and took out the Hell's White Bone Armor from the Gates of Hell, saying, "Take a look and see what this is."

Both Fang Qian and Wang Xiaoyan took turns to look at the dull Hell's White Bone Armor. It was as if neither of them was able to tell the background of this armor clearly. This was because the quality of the Hell's White Bone Armor looked very bad at the moment. Not only were there no hints of leaking extraordinary strength, it was also formed of eerie white bones. There was no hint to tell of sturdiness and great power it could provide.

Just then, a voice rang out from void space. One man and three ladies suddenly descended from the skies and violent air currents came gushing. The entire workspace was filled with creaking sounds, as if it would collapse at any moment.

A stream of horror that penetrated deep into one's bones gushed into everyone's heart. It was as if mice had encountered a tiger, and humans were up against the world.

An extremely terrifying, brutal, and shrewd voice resonated in everyone's mind, "Oh? This armor isn't bad. Mmm, that chunk of Divine level spinal bone isn't bad either. Oh... There are also so many heavenly and earthly treasures? I didn't expect Fang Xingjian to be this rich.

"Not bad, not bad at all."