Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 11 Self-destruction
The human body is a small world, and the formation is a big world.

The theoretical basis of the formation comes from the "world structure theory". It uses the essence of mountains, rivers and land as a guide to temporarily construct a creation similar to that of a cultivator.

This creation connects with the cultivator's spirit, energy, and spirit, causing their mana to surge, enough to kill powerful enemies. In short, the formation, like the ancestral weapon, is essentially a cultivator's alternative life-defining magic weapon.

The "Spirit Sword Gathering Essence Array" set up by Fang Jun uses the mountains and rivers as meridians and the low-grade spirit stones as Dantian, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one body, allowing his magic power to instantly rise to the nineteenth level of Qi Refining.

There were only six levels between him and Fang Tianxiong's twenty-fifth level of cultivation. In Fang Jun's eyes, this six-level gap was no longer an insurmountable chasm!
"Om-"

Under the infusion of tremendous magic power, the Tianjun Sword's body expanded layer by layer, turning into a giant sword that could hold up the sky. The sword edge was so cold and shining that it seemed to be able to tear through the void.

Fang Jun's eyes flashed like lightning, and with a flick of the sword in his hand, the giant sword slashed down at Fang Tianxiong with the force of thunder!
Seeing this, a trace of panic flashed across Fang Tianxiong's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ferocity.

He roared and used all his strength to activate the token and ancestral weapon in his hand.

In an instant, the originally disintegrated shadow of the ancient Taotie condensed again, with blazing flames wrapped around its body, like a world-destroying demon god, opening its bloody mouth and facing the Tianjun Sword.

"boom--!"

The giant sword collided with the Taotie phantom with a loud bang, causing a deafening roar.

Flames and sword energy intertwined, forming a violent energy storm that swept across the surroundings. The Taotie phantom shattered under the crushing force of the giant sword, eventually dissipating in a sky of flames.

Fang Tianxiong was struck by lightning, blood gushed out of his mouth, his body flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground, with his body full of comminuted fractures.

All this was within Fang Jun's expectations.

Fang Tianxiong's real cultivation level is only the sixteenth level of Qi Refining (cultivation level plus his own magic weapon), plus the superficial ninth level of Qi Refining (blessing from the ancestral weapon), so his strength is simply not enough to be harmonious and complete.

And under the coordination of Yuanshen No. 1, Fang Jun can fully display his cultivation of the nineteenth level of Qi Refining even with the help of the power of the formation.

Not to mention that he has already far surpassed Fang Tianxiong in terms of combat skills and timing.

The "Spirit Sword Gathering Formation" itself, like a magic weapon, has a special design structure that can enhance the power of attack.

Fang Jun stepped forward slowly, the Tianjun Sword restored to its original shape, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Fang Tianxiong, and said coldly: "Do you have any last words?"

Fang Tianxiong's eyes were filled with ferocity as he struggled to get up from the ground, gritting his teeth and saying, "Damn it! Damn it! It's like this now! It was the same back then! That bitch ruined my path! And now you, a bastard, are going to kill my father again?"

"Bitch?" Fang Jun frowned, feeling a faint sense of unease. "Is there any secret about my mother's death?"

Fang Tianxiong grinned: "There is no secret! Even if there is, I won't tell you!"

Fang Jun wanted to ask more, but——

"boom--!"

Fang Tianxiong suddenly exploded himself, and violent magic power swept around like a tide.

However, the power of the self-explosion is dispersed in three-dimensional space, and coupled with the obstruction of the flesh and blood body, the power is far less than the concentrated attack of a cultivator using spells or magic weapons.

What's more, there is still some distance between Fang Tianxiong and Fang Jun.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Fang Jun stood there unharmed, with no trace of emotion in his eyes.

He uttered two words lightly: "Boring."

Then, he turned and looked towards Beixin Town, his eyes deep and cold: "Now, it's time for me to receive what belongs to me."

……

"Crack——!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out in the silent room, as if a thin needle pierced Fang Ming's heart.

He suddenly lowered his head, his pupils suddenly contracted, staring at the cracked wooden tablet in the storage bag, his voice trembling and hoarse: "How is it possible! How is it possible! My father's natal spirit tablet...how could it be broken!" His fingers trembled slightly as he took it out and checked it over and over again, as if just a few more glances would prove that it was just an illusion.

However, the cracks on the wooden sign are still clearly visible.

"Om-!"

At this moment, a faint light suddenly appeared on the wooden sign, and then a shadow slowly emerged.

The shadow had a stern face and deep eyes, exactly like Fang Tianxiong.

"Father!"

Fang Ming's voice was filled with excitement and panic that was hard to conceal, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

Fang Tianxiong's shadow had an indifferent expression, his eyes gazing calmly at Fang Ming, his voice low and slow: "Ming'er, by the time you see this message, I'll be dead."

"Father!"

Fang Ming's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of tears in it.

However, the shadow just continued speaking according to the established procedure and did not respond to his call.

"Haha, it was like this when the path was cut off, and it is still like this now." Fang Tianxiong's shadow chuckled, with a bit of self-mockery and unwillingness in his tone, "It seems that heaven does not fulfill our wishes, but I, Fang Tianxiong, will go against heaven!"

His voice paused, then became serious and deep: "I left Fang Jun's umbilical cord blood, which I took that year, and my life essence blood in this token."

"Although it's not as good as Fang Jun's own corpse, it can still allow you to perform the "Blood Source Luck Seizing Art" to a certain extent."

Fang Ming clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood seeped out through his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

"And I've already prepared a retreat," Fang Tianxiong's shadow continued. "Go to the secret room where you usually practice. There's a one-time teleportation array hidden there."

"The activation method is..."

"I got this from a fortuitous encounter. Use it and escape immediately."

"There is also a secret room there. It contains my stored supplies, including a talisman that can shield the heavenly secrets. Its source is the same as the teleportation array."

"After using it, you can protect yourself and then go to the sect."

"Ming'er, remember this," the shadow's voice gradually softened, "When you go to the upper sect, you must practice well. My lineage depends entirely on you."

As the words fell, Fang Tianxiong's shadow gradually became blurred, and finally turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

Fang Ming stood there blankly, tears silently sliding down from the corners of his eyes and dripping onto the wooden sign in his hand.

"Father..." he murmured softly.

"Crack——!"

The wooden sign completely shattered into a pile of sawdust.

Only a drop of crimson blood was suspended in the air, emitting a faint light.

Fang Ming stretched out his hand and held the drop of blood tightly in his palm. It was a mixture of Fang Jun's umbilical cord blood and Fang Tianxiong's life essence blood.

"Father, I swear I will avenge you!"

His voice was low and firm, and his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent.

"Fang Jun! Just wait! I will make you die!"

(End of this chapter)