CHAPTER 981: CHAPTER 496: TRIBULATION

Fang Zhixing flashed and arrived, stopping in the outer space of Flower Stone Star.

"Flower Stone Star, it should also be one of the territories of the Yellow Bell Sect."

Fang Zhixing mused for a moment, took out the Thousand-Autumn Bell and hung it overhead, flicking a finger.

Dong~

The Thousand-Autumn Bell emitted a soft sound, releasing ripples that enveloped Fang Zhixing.

In an instant, Fang Zhixing vanished without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

"Space Shielding!"

Fang Zhixing glanced around, smiling with satisfaction.

The Thousand-Autumn Bell, refined according to the Heavenly Scroll, has the ability to control space and time, mysterious beyond comprehension, and shielding a space is child’s play.

But the effect is quite powerful.

Even if someone flew past Fang Zhixing, no matter how close, it would be hard to detect his presence.

Fang Zhixing relaxed a little, sat down cross-legged leisurely, and began to rest.

At the same time, he opened his Admirable Golden Eyes, gazing at Flower Stone Star, scanning back and forth.

What he saw was shocking!

On Flower Stone Star, warfare was rife, smoke and fire everywhere, a River of Blood seemed to indicate a world war was taking place.

Dong~

Suddenly, a grand bell sound came from somewhere on the ground.

The Thousand-Autumn Bell faintly resonated a few times.

Fang Zhixing turned his head, his vision piercing through the thick clouds, casting towards a region between mountains and rivers.

He saw two figures fiercely battling, the weapon in use shockingly a Buddhist Bell.

It was clear that these two were also from the Yellow Bell Sect.

Fang Zhixing observed for a moment, confirming that what they held was indeed the Heavenly Yellow Bell.

This implied that the participants in the fight were both from the Tianhuang Department.

"What the heck is this?" Fang Zhixing was speechless.

According to the bearded man’s words, the Tianhuang Department was the weakest branch among the Eight Divisions, subject to bullying by the other seven.

Yet despite this, the Tianhuang Department’s people knew nothing of unity, engaging in internal conflict here.

Fang Zhixing overlooked the vast Flower Stone Star, though only briefly, he could essentially determine.

The most powerful cultivators on Flower Stone Star were precisely those two Heavenly Yellow Bells in combat.

Both were Upper Immortals.

"Where is the Interstellar Teleportation Formation, can it still be used?"

Fang Zhixing’s gaze focused, soon finding a Sky-reaching Pyramid.

Sure enough!

During wartime, the Interstellar Teleportation Formation is in a dormant state, unusable.

Fang Zhixing took out the Star Sea Map for a look, discovering that in this Star Domain, only Flower Stone Star had an Interstellar Teleportation Formation.

The vast starry sky is immense, if he flew to the next stop, it might take several months.

Tiring is the least of the concerns.

The problem is, he is a Golden Immortal, and may encounter Heavenly Tribulation attacks at any moment.

This is indeed a predicament that all Golden Immortal powerhouses must face.

Golden Immortals are surely powerful, but cannot move freely, best to find a place to hide away, like the Immortal Palace.

Thinking of these, Fang Zhixing quickly formed a plan in his mind.

He gathered the Free Blood Wings, then adjusted his appearance, transforming into a dark-skinned, intermediate-built oily uncle.

The next moment, he dove down, enveloped in unrestrained power, directly charging at the two Heavenly Yellow Bells.

The two Upper Immortals fighting fiercely turned pale, looking up at the sky involuntarily.

Swoosh!

The oily man descended from the sky, gracefully landing between the two, holding a paper fan, leisurely fanning himself.

The two Upper Immortals, uncertain and tense, each thought the oily uncle was the other’s reinforcements.

Fang Zhixing glanced at the two.

The one on the left was an elderly man with white hair and beard, deep wrinkles, eagle nose, and particularly sharp eyes.

The one on the right was a middle-aged woman dressed in palace attire, still charming, with an elegant and noble demeanor.

Fang Zhixing spoke indifferently: "Which of you two is managing the Interstellar Teleportation Formation?"

The white-haired elder and palace-gowned woman shared a look, then reacted swiftly.

The oily uncle was just passing through!

He promptly answered: "Fellow Daoist wants to use the Interstellar Teleportation Formation, you can ask me."

The palace-gowned woman’s face changed, she shouted: "Nonsense! When did you start managing the Interstellar Teleportation Formation?"

Fang Zhixing raised an eyebrow: "What is your relationship, why are you fighting?"

The white-haired elder hurriedly replied: "Fellow Daoist may not know, I am Chen Zhexiong, of the Yellow Bell Sect Tianhuang Department, and this Flower Stone Star is also under our Tianhuang Department’s territory, managed by my brother Chen Zheyin.

However, my brother Chen Zheyin unexpectedly fell, and by the inheritance sequence, I, his cousin, should take over."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace-gowned woman angrily retorted: "Nonsense, I am the wife of Chen Zheyin, my son is the Chen Family direct bloodline, all of Chen Zheyin’s inheritance belongs to my son and me."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhixing understood the cause and effect.

Nonetheless, his expression showed a somewhat peculiar tint.

Because the "Chen Zheyin" they mentioned was the bearded man.

The bearded man’s lair was on Flower Stone Star.

After Fang Zhixing killed him, the Soul Tablet shattered, and people on Flower Stone Star soon knew he had fallen.

The bearded man’s brother, and his wife and children, fought bloodily for his inheritance.

As a result, the entire Flower Stone Star was drawn into it, engulfed in a world war.

Fang Zhixing asked: "How did Chen Zheyin die?"

The white-haired elder shrugged: "Not long ago, my brother went out with some people, saying he was off to do something big, but didn’t tell us what specifically.

Alas, unexpectedly, his Soul Tablet suddenly shattered, and he fell somewhere in the starry sky."

The palace-gowned woman, sorrowful: "My husband always acted secretly and discreetly, never loudly publicizing, so after his death, when we wanted to gather his remains, we didn’t know where to look for his corpse."