The gray-robed cultivator, somewhat versed in formations, had been focusing all his effort on breaking the array. When his companion self-destructed and a weak point formed in the formation, he sensed it instantly and rushed toward it, hoping to use this chance to tear the formation apart. Unfortunately, everything inside the array was under Fang Hao's control, and every movement was within his perception. "Trying to break the formation? Not that easy." Fang Hao stepped into the array, blocking the gray-robed cultivator's path. The man's face darkened. He hadn't imagined things would escalate to this point. "Yes, the two City Lords have some friction between them, but there's no grudge between you and me. Isn't this a bit excessive?" Fang Hao smiled faintly. "That's not what you were saying earlier." The gray-robed cultivator forced a flattering, awkward smile. "I was blind before. I offended you, Brother Fang…" Fang Hao didn't bother listening further. He knew exactly what the man was going to say—and didn't care. He cut him off with a swing of his sword. Seeing there was no reasoning his way out, the gray-robed cultivator steeled himself for battle. But he knew nothing of Fang Hao's true strength. Inside the array, Fang Hao had no need to hide anything. He activated the full power of the Archaic Sacred Body. Three strikes. That was all it took. The gray-robed cultivator was annihilated—body and soul. The final survivor, cowering in the corner of the formation, met the same fate. After collecting their loot, formation flags, and the array disk, Fang Hao immediately fled the area. Moments later, others arrived at the site—only to find it deserted. Fang Hao was already thousands of miles away. In fact, Fang Hao had known from the very start that the five had been tracking him. After all, he had trained under Fang Chu, and was highly skilled in concealment and counter-tracking techniques. Had he truly wanted to hide, unless someone possessed an exceptionally rare physique or specialized technique, they wouldn't have found him. But Fang Hao hadn't chosen to flee—because they saw him as prey, while he saw them as prize-laden targets. As he flew, Fang Hao pondered how best to use the Blue Moon Grass. The most cost-effective option was to bring it home to Fang Chu, who could refine it into high-grade pills, maximizing its potential. The least efficient option would be to refine it and consume it directly—somewhat wasteful, but it would allow him to break through to Dharma tier four immediately. And in this realm, more strength meant more safety. After a brief moment of hesitation—no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea—Fang Hao made up his mind. He would refine and absorb the herb. Even though a top-ten ranking was out of reach, he had to try. The allure of a slot in the Ancient Battlefield was simply too strong. Just as he was about to find a secluded spot to refine the herb, a bold thought entered his mind. "I wonder... could I use the gate here to return to the Fang Clan?" Fang Hao had long since understood the Double-Gate's mechanics. Enter from Qilan City—it takes him to the Fang home. Enter from the Fang home—it takes him back to Qilan City. After traveling from Qilan City to Zhentian City and entering the micro-world, if he now returned to the Fang family through the Double-Gate, then next time, he'd reappear in Zhentian City. In short, wherever he exited from would become the anchor point for his return. That realization made his heart pound. If this was possible, then in theory, he could return to the Fang family before the micro-world closed—and then come back, staying inside the realm indefinitely. This micro-world was brimming with rare treasures, legacy inheritances, and even Sacred Gold—it was a dreamland for explorers. But then another thought sobered him. "No—if I stay here too long and can't find a way to leave, I might never return to the Immortal Realm!" Without mastering the means to exit the micro-world, he'd be trapped in an endless loop between the Fang home and here. Still, he could test the return trip. If it worked, he could bring the Blue Moon Grass back for Fang Chu to refine into pills. Without delay, Fang Hao carved out a cave in a small mountain and set up several formations around it. Then he shut his eyes and mentally activated the gate. When he opened his eyes, he was standing right back in the Fang family courtyard. He immediately went to find Fang Chu. "Brother Chu, I found a Blue Moon Grass. Can you make it into a pill for me?" Read complete version only at noⅴelfire.net Fang Chu's eyes lit up when he saw it. "You lucky brat. This herb's extremely rare. Do you need the pills urgently?" "The sooner, the better," Fang Hao replied. "Alright, I'll get started right away." Most of the Fang family's medicinal materials were stored in a dedicated area. Fang Chu had the key and went to gather the necessary ingredients without delay. Since Fang Hao was in a rush, Fang Chu skipped ceremony and began refining on the spot. The pill he was making belonged to the Heavenly Fusion Realm grade. For a seasoned alchemy master like Fang Chu—who had even mastered cross-realm refining techniques—it was a piece of cake. Fang Hao wasn't worried in the least. He stayed in the Fang family to wait. Half a month later, Fang Chu emerged, holding a bottle of pills. "I made eight. Any cultivator from the first to third tier of the Heavenly Fusion Realm will break through one full tier with each pill. The second dose has much weaker effect. You're already in the Dharma Realm, but with your Sacred Body, you should be fine." For ordinary Dharma cultivators, this pill might be too powerful—potentially even fatal. But Fang Hao, with his Archaic Sacred Body, required massive amounts of energy to advance. He had nothing to fear. He took two pills. "The rest—give them to the Clan Leader." Su Xinyan and the others were now all in the Fusion Realm and would benefit greatly from these pills. Back in his own courtyard, Fang Hao swallowed the first pill and sat in meditation. An immense surge of medicinal power flowed into his body, turning into a blazing stream of heat that coursed through his meridians and bones. The power of a Heavenly Fusion-grade pill was no joke. Just one was enough to push Fang Hao into Dharma tier four, almost reaching tier five. Once the energy from the first pill was fully absorbed, he immediately took the second. Although it had much less effect, it was still enough to push him past the final hurdle—he broke through to Dharma tier five. Now, if he met those five pursuers again, he wouldn't need the Four Spirit Formation at all. He could crush them outright—even if they boosted their strength with secret techniques. After stabilizing his realm, Fang Hao opened his eyes once more. Divine signs flashed across them—faint reflections of heaven and earth. "Might as well head back." He stepped through the Double-Gate and re-entered the micro-world. Leaving the cave behind, he resumed his exploration.