A hundred thousand years…
Are you going to sleep until the end?
After a hundred thousand years, even Douluo 10 would be over!
F*ck you!
Fang Xuan couldn't help but curse in the Slaughter Space. But no matter how much he cursed, he couldn't hear the demon spirit's voice anymore. It must have fallen asleep. He could only vent his anger alone before helplessly exiting the Slaughter Space.
"Weng—"
Fang Xuan's head buzzed. He felt dizzy and nauseous. He had used up a lot of spiritual energy in Slaughter Space. As soon as he exited, his body tilted, and he collapsed!
"Huff ~ Huff ~"
He panted like a husky. His robes were already soaked with sweat. He lay sprawled on the bed, feeling as though his body had been hollowed out.
Although he didn't gain any substantial benefits from entering the Slaughter Space this time, Fang Xuan was still happy to have uncovered part of the God Slayer Inheritance. He even learned about the existence of the Demon Blade's Artifact spirit.
"Demon spirit, the Slaughter Space…"
Fang Xuan closed his eyes and meditated. He muttered softly to himself as he silently recovered his mental strength. At the same time, he quietly pondered and digested all these new revelations.
According to the demon spirit, the Demon Blade was heavily damaged in the God Realm. Even the Slaughter Space was severely damaged and reduced to its original state. It had lost many of its functions.
Fang Xuan was very envious of the ability to increase one's cultivation speed tenfold. If the Slaughter Space could be restored to its original state, its cultivation speed would increase dramatically. Becoming a God at level 100 would no longer be so difficult.
However, restoring the Slaughter Space required the blood of a God. God's blood was easier said than done. And from the demon spirit's tone, it wasn't just a little bit of God's blood—it was a lot!
"One step at a time, I'll take it slow…"
Fang Xuan sighed. Repairing the Slaughter Space was not something that could be done quickly. It wouldn't make a difference, even if he was in a hurry. He decided to put this matter aside and start with the main plan.
Breaking into the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace!
… …
Time passed quickly, and three days went by.
His days at the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect were peaceful. Fang Xuan's spiritual power had fully recovered, and his power was at its peak. He finally decided to bid farewell to Ning Fengzhi and the others and head to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
Ning Fengzhi knew Fang Xuan had already decided, so he said nothing further. He only reminded Fang Xuan to be careful on the road and said that the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect was willing to help in case of any accidents.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were very fond of Fang Xuan and were happy to support him.
Fang Xuan thanked everyone for their kind intentions and prepared to leave the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
"Fang Xuan, take care…"
Ning Rongrong suddenly appeared in the hall. Her delicate, pretty face showed a hint of sadness as she waved goodbye to Fang Xuan.
"Yes, take care."
Fang Xuan nodded seriously and didn't say anything more. After bidding farewell to everyone, he used the speed of the Kun Peng and rode the wind, flying toward the east. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the distant horizon.
Heaven Dou City was just far from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. It was only a few hundred kilometers away, and with the speed of the Kun Peng, Fang Xuan reached Heaven Dou City in less than half an hour. He successfully sneaked into the city.
Three minutes later, he arrived at the foot of a majestic palace. It was dazzling and grand, with countless palaces and pavilions scattered everywhere. The luxury was overwhelming.
This was the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace!
Standing on the street, Fang Xuan gazed at the grand palace, feeling conflicted. When Xue Ye first summoned him and brought him to the palace, he was merely a Spirit Master of the tenth rank. Others had controlled his fate, and he had feared this heavily guarded palace.
But now, he finally had the strength to rule the world. He feared no one, least of all a mere palace.
Fang Xuan strode forward as if the guards didn't exist, walking straight to the palace gates. As expected, his path was blocked.
"Halt! Who dares trespass into the palace?!"
A Spirit King general shouted sternly at Fang Xuan. Behind him stood seven or eight bodyguards, all Spirit Ancestors or stronger. Their faces were tense as they stared intently at Fang Xuan.
Fang Xuan calmly lifted his head and looked at the guards. A demonic red lotus bloomed in his eyes, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy radiated from him.
"You…!"
The golden-armored general's face went pale with fright upon recognizing Fang Xuan. Just as he was about to speak, his pupils dilated, and he lost consciousness. The guards around him were no different, frozen with blank expressions and dull eyes.
They had all fallen into an illusion created by the red lotus!
Fang Xuan's spiritual power was so overwhelming that these Spirit Ancestors and Spirit Kings couldn't resist it. A single glance was enough to plunge them into an endless sleep.
Fang Xuan slipped past the guards and into the palace without raising any alarms.
Revisiting an old haunt!
Fang Xuan wandered leisurely through the forbidden grounds of the palace, admiring the beautiful scenery as if he were a tourist. He quickly dealt with the patrolling guards he encountered.
Ten minutes later, he ventured deep into the imperial palace near the Emperor's residence. Security was tighter here, with many powerful figures, at least Spirit Douluo level, guarding the area. Sneaking into the emperor's palace seemed impossible.
As soon as Fang Xuan stepped into the harem, he was immediately surrounded by ten Spirit Sage generals.
"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the palace? Are you tired of living?!"
A golden-haired general roared, his seven spirit rings swirling around him as his aura surged. However, when he saw Fang Xuan's face, he trembled and exclaimed, "Fang Xuan… Your Highness!"
Fang Xuan was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected anyone to address him as "Your Highness."
"What? Fang Xuan! Is it His Highness Fang Xuan?!"
"Is His Highness Fang Xuan back?!"
"That's great news!"
The palace erupted into excited chatter as countless people discussed the news.
Some were thrilled about Fang Xuan's return. In the eyes of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fang Xuan was a genius who had helped them win the Spirit Master Tournament. He had made great contributions to the empire and was regarded as a hero. Many admired him greatly.
However, even more people watched Fang Xuan with cold, mocking eyes. After all, he was now a wanted criminal in the empire!
"Haha, 'Your Highness'? Fang Xuan is nothing but a traitor now! He's a wanted man under the emperor's orders. How dare he return to the Heaven Dou Empire? He's courting death!" someone sneered.
Indeed, many had debated whether Fang Xuan was a hero or a traitor. The Heaven Dou Empire was split into two factions: one supported Fang Xuan, while the other sided with the empire. The latter group was larger, and Fang Xuan's supporters had been ostracized for years and lived in difficult circumstances.
After all, Emperor Xue Ye had ruled for decades, and Fang Xuan's reputation couldn't rival his.
Fang Xuan remained calm in the face of praise and scorn. His expression remained unreadable. After silence, he said, "You can call me Your Highness or a traitor—however you see fit. But I only have one thing to say…"
Fang Xuan coldly scanned the soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire and, in a calm voice, declared, "Those who stand in my way shall die!"