inst hordes all by itself.Currently, these masters and martial venerables are having difficulty causing harm to the Immortal King. They may not even be able to interfere with him.Moreover, below the p...Since Fang Yu had already decided to make a move, even if it was just one punch.
And the power of that punch was far beyond his expectation, directly obliterating Xu Feng.
Later on, I thought about it, the power of that punch exceeding expectations was related to Fang Yu once again crossing realms.
Perhaps, after coming to the Savage Realm, his strength limitations were reduced.
"If the senior wants to know about that monk, perhaps they could investigate at Xu Feng's Xuanshan Sect," Wuji said. "The sect's deputy head or elders might have some clues."
"Also right." Fang Yu nodded and replied, "Then I'll still have to ask you to lead the way."
"Understood, senior," Wuji replied.
"But no need to rush, let me rest for a bit first." Fang Yu said again, "After I'm rested, we can head to Xuanshan Sect together."
"Good." Wuji nodded again.
"Would the two seniors require a quiet place I shall have my disciple lead you there," Zuo Yang said.
"OK," Fang Yu nodded.
Thus, Zuo Yang sent out a disciple, leading Fang Yu and Han Miao Yi deeper into the place.
Soon, they arrived at a platform located on the edge of a cliff.
"Esteemed elders, this is the meditation platform of our sect," the disciple introduced.
"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Fang Yu said.
After the disciple had bowed, he withdrew.
"Fang brother, have you made any discoveries" Han Miaoyi said.
"Not much to report. I just need to go through the things I got from the Immortal King's tomb and see what treasures I found." Fang Yu said.
With that, he handed the storage ring to Han Miaoyi.
"This contains all sorts of junk that the Celestial Immortal King used to have. There's everything inside, so you better take a good look and see if there are any valuable items. Separate those out." Fang Yu said.
"The Heavenly Immortal King's storage ring..." Han Miaoyi's beautiful eyes were full of surprise.
And Fang Yu at this moment, took out the Zhuxian Flute.
Even a crazy old man said this Zhuxian Flute is very useful to him, so... it must be a good thing.
“The Heavenly Dao Artifact... something even more powerful than a Xian artifact.” Fang Yu narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the surface of the Zhuxian Flute.
The Zhuxian Flute was very smooth, with a faint blue glow.
At the head of the flute, there is a mark resembling a small sprout.
This is the mark of the Great Dao Law that the Immortal King Tongtian has comprehended.
Above the body of the flute, there are a total of nine sound holes.
"Could it be that with just a casual puff, I could produce a flute melody imbued with the laws of the great Dao, capable of slaying ten thousand enemies" Fang Yu mused to himself.
Thinking this, he put the mouthpiece to his lips.
Having lived on Earth for five thousand years, he had no particular interest in musical instruments. However, due to his exceptionally long life, he had also dabbled in studying instruments at some point.
Therefore, he can still play the flute.
Fang Yu thought for a moment, and out of caution, he walked to the edge of the cliff.
At the same time, he also unleashed a surge of Dao power, enveloping himself in it and creating a sealed space to prevent the Zhuxian Flute's lethal force from harming the surrounding cultivators if it were too powerful.
Everything was ready. Fang Yu took a deep breath and began to blow into the flute's mouthpiece.
He didn't use any true qi, he just blew a breath to try it.
"Sigh..."
However, the Zhuxian Flute did not emit any flute sounds, but rather had a feeling of leaking air.
Fāngyǔ's breath, when blown into the flute, leaked out at the third tone hole.
"Huh What's going on"
Fang Yu was taken aback and tried blowing again, but the result remained the same.
This Zhuxian Flute... is silent!
It's like something is stuck in the third sound hole.
"Damn it, wasn't it left out for too long Did it go bad" Fang Yu widened his eyes, picked up the Zhuxian Flute, and peered into the mouthpiece.
Just from that look, his eyes changed.
There’s actually something blocking this Zhuxian Flute…
This causes the air that Fang Yu blows in to be unable to flow smoothly and leaks out at the third sound hole.
"What is it" Fang Yu frowned and pointed with a finger.
He released a trace of his true energy and effortlessly pushed out what was blocking the Zhuxian Flute.
It's not dust or anything like that, but a piece of paper!
Fang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately opened the thumb-sized paper ball.
When unfolded, the paper ball revealed a single phrase scrawled across its crumpled surface.
The font wasn't very large and the handwriting was also rather messy.
"Ji Xingyuan, go to the Barren World and find him. He can temporarily hide from the Heavenly Sovereign!"
This statement shook Fang Yu to his core, and his face immediately changed.
The place where this piece of paper appeared, and the handwriting that seems to have been written in a great hurry, making it extremely messy... all point to the fact that the one who left this message inside the paper could very well be the crazy old man!
The sentence, when face-to-face, the old madman did not say it out loud, but chose to write it on paper, stuffing the paper into the Zhuxian Flute, letting Fang Yu discover it himself before opening it again...
Such actions indicate that the old man is evading some kind of surveillance!
The Mad Old Man only appears as a mark left on the tombstone!
Such a format itself can avoid most forms of surveillance or eavesdropping.
Even though the old man could have chosen a more modern way to communicate, he still opted for this primitive method. That means he believes that even in the form of an imprint, he can't escape surveillance!
Who is watching!
Could it be... the very same Qitian Zun written about in the scrolls!hysical strength is comparable to extraterrestrial meteorites, and his power is like that of an ancient giant elephant, indestructible and invincible." 。"As for his martial arts, he inherited the teac...