Chapter 574 Grand Completion Stage Foundation Building Realm

A year later, Fang Chen successfully broke through from the mid stage of the Foundation Building Realm to the late stage.

There were forty-two Feather Spirit Pills left.

In the blink of an eye, another four and a half years passed. With the Feather Spirit Pills, Fang Chen smoothly advanced from the late stage to the grand completion stage of Foundation Building Realm.

By that point, the Feather Spirit Pills had nearly been depleted.

In just six short years, Fang Chen had progressed from the middle stage of Foundation Building Realm all the way to the grand completion stage, a testament to the extraordinary efficacy of the Feather Spirit Pills. Now, his spiritual energy was incredibly abundant, and he could easily wield various techniques.

A year ago, Little Sword had already completely devoured the remaining Profound rank treasure. At that time, Fang Chen had tested the Third Sword of the Eight Desolation Supreme Sword Scripture.

Unlike before, he didn't need to deplete his lifespan to use it and would only exhaust his spiritual energy. This indicated that if he went all out, he was already qualified to use the fourth sword.

Little Sword asked, "Little Chen, how much longer do we have to stay here? I feel that with a few more Profound rank treasure, I can advance to the fifth rank."

Fang Chen smiled. "No rush. There are still four years. They will pass quickly."

Gaze falling on the mottled bloodstains, a hint of contemplation flashed in Fang Chen's eyes.

Now that he had the Spiritual Attachment Technique and his cultivation had improved, could he try to refine the consciousness within the mottled bloodstains? He shared the idea with Little Sword, who hesitated briefly but ultimately agreed.

Fang Chen condensed a spiritual flame, placing it on the mottled bloodstains. However, the next moment, various angry roars immediately emanated from the bloodstains.

Little Sword also began to tremble violently, seemingly in great pain.

Fang Chen immediately withdrew the Spiritual Attachment Technique, "Little Sword, how are you feeling?"

"I'm, I'm fine... just a bit sore..." Little Sword answered, sounding rather weak and in pain. However, it urged Fang Chen, "Fang Chen, give it another try, I promise I won't tremble this time."

Fang Chen shook his head gently. "No, let it be."

It wasn't worth risking Little Sword's well-being just for another attempt. He had watched Little Sword grow step by step. Starting from when it had just hatched from its sword embryo to its current state. He regarded it as family.

Over the next four years, Fang Chen practiced cultivation while chatting with the black and white paper figures about events from their era. These two had followed Supreme Dao of Heaven and had witnessed countless battles, any one of which was astonishing to hear about.

For instance, one year, someone discovered a rare immortal source and even opened up an immortal cave from it. That led to a hundred years of factions fighting each other, with even Profound Immortal falling.

In another year, an Immortal King went mad, slaughtering over thirty-seven million people from his entire clan before disappearing without a trace.

There was also a massive conflict between the Central Continent Empire's territory, the Northern Dipper Territory, and the Celestial Heaven Territory, which resulted in an Immortal War. From First Rate Sect Leaders to Qi Refining Realm cultivators, and even ordinary martial artists. Everyone participated, causing severe damage to the cultivation world's origin qi, with seventy percent of cultivators dying.

Fang Chen couldn't help but relate this matter to the Spirit Blood Sect. Nevertheless, according to the black and white paper figures, the Supreme Dao of Heaven had yet to exist in that era, let alone the Spirit Blood Sect.

Fang Chen's expression shifted. "Oh, right."

That immortal fairy he had seen walking amidst the scorching sun had suddenly crossed his mind. However, he suddenly realized that her features seemed to blur in his memory, as if erased by an eraser.

After pondering for a while, he shared the few characteristics he remembered with the black and white paper figures.

The white paper person pondered thoughtfully. "You mean... back then, you saw an immortal fairy amidst the scorching sun, and after locking eyes with her, your eyes were blinded, thus leading to your Innate Heart Pupil?"

The black paper figure shook its head. "It's impossible for anyone to ascend to the scorching sun. You might have been mistaken. Moreover, the scorching sun is infinitely far from our realm. Even if there were immortals up there, you shouldn't be able to see."

Fang Chen nodded, not denying the black paper person's speculation. "Yes, I've also thought about it that way. Perhaps my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, at that time, I hadn't become a cultivator yet. I may have been influenced by something."

"It couldn't have been a mistake. There must have been some other reason. After all, the Innate Heart Pupil cannot be faked." The white paper figure shook its head. "Even in our era, those born with it were rare, let alone those who acquired it later. The only ones capable of such things would be someone like a First Rate Sect Leader, it's likely you might have seen one."

Fang Chen sighed inwardly at these words.

It was not just about the Innate Heart Pupil. With just a single eye contact, his divine soul had undergone a profound change, allowing it to casually leave his body like an Enlightenment Realm cultivator. Without that, Elder Yun He wouldn't have noticed him and imparted the Introduction to the Three Thousand Daos to him.

In turn, none of the subsequent events would have unfolded. Perhaps, he would have lost his ambition, settled down, married, and had children by now. Or perhaps Grand Xia would have been swallowed up by Qingsong. He wouldn't have ever known about Xia Xuanji's true identity or even the existence of the Spirit Blood Sect. He would have remained unaware his entire life.

Therefore, he was very grateful to that fairy and Senior Yun He; without them, nothing would have unfolded as it had.

***

Four years passed swiftly.

Despite lacking the support of Feather Spirit Pills, Fang Chen's unique cultivation methods remained highly effective. Each time he depleted his spiritual energy, the recovery afterward would increase his reserves by a little and was far more effective than normal.

During these four years, his focus was not solely on advancing his cultivation but also on mastering techniques such as the Primordial Immortal Eyes, Radiant Divine Eye, Skin Peeling Technique, Azure Lighting Technique and more.

Ensuring that his cultivation and technique matched each other was important for allowing him to respond optimally in combat.

As the ten-year period concluded, a warm stream immediately surged forth from the stone bead, and a faint white light enveloped Fang Chen as he disappeared from his spot.

When Fang Chen reappeared, he was still seated on the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall of the Grand Thousand Dao Sect, in the same posture he had been in when he was sucked inside.

Fang Chen sighed softly. "I'm finally out."

Fang Chen looked at the stone bead for a moment. Just as he was about to put it away, he was surprised to see the stone bead slowly melt into his palm and travel up his arm before eventually settling at his brow.

Perplexed, Fang Chen lightly pressed his index and middle fingers against his brow, distinctly feeling the presence of the stone bead.

"Martial Uncle, have you emerged from seclusion?"

Guan'e cautiously approached Fang Chen from not far away. Seeing that the black and white paper figures were absent, she guessed that Fang Chen had emerged.

Fang Chen pondered briefly then smiled and asked, "Where is Nephew Pei? I have something to ask him."

"He's at the discussion hall. Follow me," Guan'e replied, leading Fang Chen toward the discussion hall.

As they arrived, discussions were lively and intense, focusing on recent insights into techniques. Upon seeing Fang Chen, everyone immediately stood up respectfully, their faces showing deference as they clasped their fists in greeting.

"We pay our respects to Senior Uncle," they greeted respectfully.