Chapter 1631: I Am All-Powerful

The Eight Great Immortal Kings had manifested their true bodies before Fang Han. Each possessed divine might as oppressive as purgatory and divine grace as vast as the ocean, their collective auras bearing down on him. Logically, even a fellow Immortal King should have been severely wounded and bound instantly by such pressure.

Yet, Fang Han remained as calm as a light breeze and passing clouds.

Facing the oppression, Fang Han felt no pressure at all. As those rolling auras reached him, they completely dissipated, unable to exert even a shred of force upon his body. It was as if his entire person had already integrated tightly with the Gate of Eternal Life, becoming one with it; to attack him was to attack the Gate of Eternal Life itself.

And the consequence of attacking the Gate of Eternal Life was death.

“So formidable!”

The Immortal King of Dimensions thought inwardly, his divine sense communicating with the other seven: “He is indeed the artifact spirit of the Gate of Eternal Life. Legend has it that once his Immortal King stage reaches completion, he can truly unify with the Gate. All attacks will be absorbed by the Gate of Eternal Life. In the past, he was a mere spirit without a physical body; though the Gate existed, there were still chances to deal with him. But today, he has returned through reincarnation and become an independent physical entity—he has become much harder to deal with.”

“Fortunately, we have control over Hua Tiandu, this tumor. Otherwise, we really would have no way to harm him. Only Hua Tiandu can inflict damage upon him.” The divine sense of the Immortal King of Noble Spirit flickered as he looked at Hua Tiandu.

At this moment, Hua Tiandu was as obedient as a loyal hound, subservient and fawning. No trace of rebellion could be seen, though in reality, he was brewing his strength, looking for an opportunity to devour these Immortal Kings.

“True. However, this Hua Tiandu’s nature as a tumor is too deep; sooner or later, he will bite us. We must be careful; he is a double-edged sword,” another Immortal King noted.

“Hua Tiandu cannot stir up great waves. Don’t forget, we still have Creation and Progenitor,” said yet another Immortal King. “They are deep inside the Gate of Eternal Life, attempting to find the secrets of eternity and control the Gate itself. What is Hua Tiandu? Back then, wasn’t that tumor captured by the Immortal King of Creation and fused with his loyal servant, Heavenly Lord Hua?”

Heavenly Lord Hua had once been a loyal lapdog of the Immortal King of Creation. Creation had forced the tumor to fuse with him precisely to ensure the tumor became loyal as well. He had not expected that the tumor would eventually change Heavenly Lord Hua, turning him into the treacherous Hua Tiandu who stood here today.

“Truth, Origin—do Daoist Hongmeng, the World-Transcending Free King Buddha, and the Ancestral Dragon of the Primal Wilderness still support Fang Han?” the Immortal King of True Spirit asked.

“Indeed. Those three are stubborn, single-mindedly flattering Fang Han in hopes of following the artifact spirit to obtain the Dao of Eternal Life. Unfortunately, how could it be so simple? In all the world, only one person can achieve the realm of Eternal Life. The Lord of Progenitor has already used supreme techniques to intercept those three.”

Another Immortal King spoke.

As they communicated via divine sense while confronting Fang Han, Fang Han suddenly let out a massive roar: “Hongmeng, Ancestral Dragon, Free King! Why are you not out yet? The time is now!”

Crackle!

The crystal walls of the Gate of Eternal Life, towering in the high sky, shattered once more. Three powerful Immortal Kings slowly descended. One was a Daoist, looking ethereal and lean but carrying the aura of Hongmeng. One was a massive man covered in dragon scales, possessing peerless physical strength. The last was a young monk, barefoot and clad in golden robes, with layers of Buddhist light behind his head shining for tens of thousands of light-years—representing Cause and Effect.

They were Daoist Hongmeng, the Ancestral Dragon of the Primal Wilderness, and the World-Transcending Free King Buddha.

The three powerhouses broke through the seals of the Gate of Eternal Life and walked out, descending before Fang Han.

“Fang Han, you have finally restored your identity from your previous life. Furthermore, you have taken a step further, possessing your own body and your own Dao. From now on, you truly master Destiny and master Eternal Life, untainted by the tumor. We wait for you to inaugurate a new era.”

The World-Transcending Free King Buddha pressed his palms together and spoke to Fang Han.

“Yes. I have cultivated the Era True Body and reached the Great Completion of comprehension. The changes of all things and all matters are within my heart; thus, the tumor can no longer stain my body.” Fang Han nodded. “For me to reach this stage in my growth, I must thank the three of you for your support and help.”

“No matter, this was our plan.” Daoist Hongmeng’s sleeves fluttered. “We have been waiting for you to open a new age in this final era of the destruction of three thousand epochs.”

“Indeed, Fang Han. Do not let us down,” the Ancestral Dragon of the Primal Wilderness spoke, his voice booming like thundering rage.

The arrival of these three masters shifted the momentum significantly. Not all Immortal Kings were against Fang Han; those who would defend him had finally arrived.

Seeing the three Immortal Kings emerge from the Gate of Eternal Life, the Eight Great Immortal Kings looked at each other, feeling a sense of wariness.

Daoist Hongmeng in particular was unfathomable. He was a figure that even the Immortal King of Creation could do nothing against in the past, and now that he had practiced within the Gate of Eternal Life, his magic power had become even deeper. For such a person to be Fang Han’s ally was indeed troublesome.

“Hongmeng, Free King, Ancestral Dragon! Do you truly choose to oppose us?” the Immortal King of Origin shouted.

“Each has their own Dao. Origin, there is no need for words,” Daoist Hongmeng replied with a flick of his sleeve.

“In that case, we are destined for a life-and-death struggle.” The Immortal King of Dimensions stepped forward, sighing. “The four of you are outnumbered after all. Once Progenitor and Creation return, you will have no place to be buried. You likely know what level of cultivation Progenitor and Creation possess now.”

“Tee-hee, tee-hee… and add me to the list. Fang Han, you took away my Axe of Nature; this time, I want you to pay me back with interest.”

Yet another powerful existence appeared.

It was the Progenitor Holy King of the Divine Race.

His body was purple and translucent as jade, with curved, spiraling horns on his head and hooves like an ox. He walked over step by step, and with every stride, heaven and earth shook.

Another Immortal King—a Great Immortal King—had joined as Fang Han’s opponent.

By now, with the exception of the Lord of Progenitor and the Immortal King of Creation, nearly all the Immortal Kings of the Gate of Eternal Life across three thousand epochs had gathered. Countless Immortal Kings had been born, but most had perished in the long river of history; only these few remained.

Now, the Immortal Kings were split. Fang Han, Fang Qingxue, Hongmeng, Free King, and Ancestral Dragon formed one side. Origin, Truth… the nine Great Immortal Kings (including the Progenitor Holy King), plus Creation, Progenitor, and Hua Tiandu—making twelve—formed the other.

In terms of numbers, Hua Tiandu’s side held an absolute advantage.

Seventeen Immortal Kings. Seventeen powerful existences in the universe.

However, Fang Han was entirely unafraid: “Progenitor Holy King, you came just in time—another one to deliver his life. Let me see what kind of tricks you can play with this tumor, Hua Tiandu?”

Hua Tiandu’s face twisted: “Fang Han, the time for the decisive battle has come! The Lord of Progenitor just transmitted his will to me. He and the Immortal King of Creation have nearly reached the central pivot deep within the Gate of Eternal Life. They have stabilized the Gate, ensuring you can no longer mobilize it with the Great Destiny Technique. In this battle, you cannot hold the upper hand—you will be killed by us!”

Boom!

Just as Hua Tiandu finished speaking, the vibrations of the Gate of Eternal Life indeed ground to a halt.

“Good! The Lord of Progenitor and the Immortal King of Creation are indeed powerful existences to have accomplished the impossible!” Joy appeared on the faces of all the Immortal Kings. What they feared most was Fang Han mobilizing the Gate at all costs; now that it was temporarily stabilized and his connection to it cut, he was no match for them.

The opponent had only five Immortal Kings while their side had twelve—more than double. They could completely suppress Fang Han.

“Very good, very good! Progenitor, Creation—the two of you are truly the most powerful Immortal Kings in history. I, Hongmeng, admire what you have done with the Gate of Eternal Life.”

Daoist Hongmeng’s expression shifted, but his gaze remained on Fang Han.

“Indeed. To be able to stabilize the Gate of Eternal Life, their cultivation has likely reached the edge of Supreme Shattering, on the verge of surpassing Immortal Kings. Unfortunately for them, the Gate of Eternal Life is me, and I am the Gate of Eternal Life.” Fang Han slowly stood up and waved his hand: “Hongmeng, Free King, Ancestral Dragon, Qingxue—none of you need to act. I will let them see why I have ruled the heavens for three thousand epochs without ever falling.”

As Fang Han slowly stood, the Gate of Eternal Life—which had supposedly been stilled—began to tremble once more.

“Impossible! We cannot let him exert his power and mobilize the Gate! Join forces and kill him!” Origin, Truth, Dimensions, Mythology… they all let out violent roars. They joined hands, unleashing divine laws as every Immortal King Great Technique exploded.

“Mythological Strike!”

“Dimensional True Wave!”

“Truth Divine Fist!”

“Supreme Origin!”

How fierce was a combined strike from nine Great Immortal Kings? It could cause heaven and earth to cycle through reincarnation a hundred thousand times. Yet, as these Daoist arts bombarded Fang Han’s body, it was like stones sinking into a vast ocean—not even a ripple was produced.

“My body is a secret treasury, capable of containing all laws.” Fang Han walked forward step by step, sighing as if he were leisurely watching falling flowers or flowing water, while the wind and clouds passed him by.

“What power is this? Why do our attacks have no effect on him? We didn’t sense the Gate of Eternal Life absorbing the energy?” the Elder of Mythology roared. “Could it be that he can resist our attacks purely through his own self? How can he be this powerful?”

“Kill!” The Progenitor Holy King spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. It twisted in the air, transforming into a blood-drenched Talisman of Slaughter.

“Progenitor Blood-Kill! Bury the Gods!” The Progenitor Holy King’s bloody talisman crossed the sky, descending toward the crown of Fang Han’s head.

“Alas!” Fang Han sighed softly. The Talisman of Slaughter unexpectedly crumbled inch by inch, unable to even reach his body.

“Everyone, join forces! Use your Heavenly Lord Essence to attack and kill him!” The Immortal King of Dimensions raised his hands: “Alien Dimension!”

Instantly, countless voids were sliced apart, shattered into fragments.

“The Kings are not omnipotent, but I am all-powerful…” Fang Han sighed softly once more, and the dimensional vibrations were all annihilated. With a shua, he appeared directly in front of the Immortal King of Dimensions and threw a punch.

Pop!

The Immortal King of Dimensions let out a scream as his entire body exploded.

End of 1631