The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Just like Fang Ting before him, Fang Hao didn't hesitate—he directly wiped away the barely perceptible divine soul hidden inside the fruit.

It was so faint it couldn't even withstand a soul search. If it had been stronger, Fang Hao might've been able to extract some useful information.

After multiple checks, confirming the divine soul had been fully eliminated and that there were no other traps on the fruit, Fang Hao finally prepared to consume it.

He was already at the ninth level of the Spirit Fusion Realm, one step away from the Saint Realm. But advancing to sainthood triggered considerable celestial phenomena—it wouldn't do to break through in his courtyard.

So Fang Hao headed to the Fang Clan's breakthrough zone inside their inner world—a vast space, with one-tenth of the area specifically reserved for powerful cultivators. It was large enough to comfortably accommodate a True Saint's breakthrough.

Once there, Fang Hao used his true essence to slice off one-tenth of the fruit, then thought again and evenly divided that into ten parts.

He picked up one portion and swallowed it.

"Boom!!"

The moment that sliver of fruit entered his stomach, it transformed into an explosive torrent of medicinal power, rampaging violently through his meridians.

Fang Hao didn't have time to think. He immediately sat cross-legged and activated his cultivation technique, guiding the power into controlled flow.

Under his direction, the heat surged through his limbs and bones, strengthening his body and fueling his true essence.

Within just a single tea's time, his internal energy had reached its limit.

This was astounding—he had just broken through to Spirit Fusion ninth level, and the leap to the Saint Realm was a tremendous bottleneck, requiring exponentially more resources than any previous stage.

Yet this sliver of fruit had filled that entire requirement in moments.

"RUMBLE!!"

The celestial disturbance from becoming a saint shook the inner world—but within this sacred space, Fang Hao could break through without fear of interruption.

He swiftly entered the True Saint Realm.

But there was no time to consolidate his foundation—the medicinal force was still surging.

Half an hour later, he broke through again—True Saint Second Heaven.

Still not done.

Three more hours passed.

Boom!

He advanced to True Saint Third Heaven.

Still in closed-door cultivation, he pressed onward.

After another day and a half, his aura erupted again—True Saint Fourth Heaven!

Only then did the medicinal force begin to fade.

Once it was completely absorbed, Fang Hao finally began stabilizing his cultivation base.

Hooo...

Exhaling a long breath, he opened his eyes, golden light flashing in his gaze. Even beneath his skin, faint golden radiance could be seen.

His Primordial Ancient Sacred Body, known in the Immortal Realm as the Indestructible Sacred Body, had now fully awakened. Once fully matured, even his blood would turn golden. His physical body was unparalleled.

Luckily, it was Fang Hao who had taken the fruit. If it had been any other cultivator of the same level, their body would've exploded from the sheer power.

No one else could have fully absorbed such overwhelming force in such a short span of time.

"At last—I've stepped into the Saint Realm. My Body is finally unshackled. The heavens are boundless now!"

Before reaching the Saint Realm, the Ancient Sacred Body had many restrictions. Cultivation was extremely difficult, resource requirements were staggering, and it demanded perfect conditions.

This was why no such body had risen again in the Tianyuan Realm since the ancient era.

If it weren't for Fang Hao's tireless efforts, his ability to travel between realms, and the Fang Clan's support in monetizing resources, there was no way he could have cultivated so quickly.

Without all that, he might still be stuck in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Now that he had stepped into sainthood, all the limitations were gone.

He truly was free—the sky vast for birds, the sea open for fish.

Fang Hao took out the remaining fruit portions and sighed.

"The energy in this fruit far exceeds my expectations. Just one percent of it pushed me from peak Spirit Fusion to mid-Saint Realm."

His Ancient Sacred Body required far more energy than normal cultivators—sometimes hundreds or even thousands of times more. Especially for major realm breakthroughs, the resource cost was astronomical.

The spiritual energy he had just consumed could have been enough to raise hundreds, maybe thousands of other cultivators to sainthood, or even help Great Saints break through.

And this was just one percent of the fruit.

"I can't even imagine how many Heaven's Chosen that demonic tree must have drained."

Even Saint Kings could benefit from this fruit. For a Spirit Fusion cultivator like Fang Hao, it was a divine miracle.

Had that tree remained in the Ancient Battlefield for thousands or tens of thousands of years, absorbing more and more essence from Heaven's Chosen, it would have birthed a fully matured fruit capable of reviving the ruin's master.

"Truly, Emperor-level cultivators have unfathomable means. Whether it's the Wanshan Emperor or this ruin's owner, even after death, they devised ways to be reborn."

With a sigh, Fang Hao carefully sealed the remaining fruit flesh.

After storing everything properly, he left his residence and sought out Fang Chu.

"Brother Chu, take this. Divide it into dozens of parts and use it slowly."

He handed Fang Chu one percent of the fruit.

Fang Chu was still at Spirit Fusion First Heaven—this amount was more than enough to be split into dozens of doses.

Fortunately, Fang Chu was a skilled alchemist and highly familiar with rare treasures. He could clearly sense the terrifying potency of the fruit—and, given his cautious nature, Fang Hao didn't even need to warn him.

Fang Chu examined the fruit, puzzled.

"What is this?"

Fang Hao had no idea either. So, as usual, he improvised a story like he always did.

Fang Chu, long used to Fang Hao's vague responses, didn't pry.

Next, Fang Hao went to Fang Ting and directly gave him one-third of the fruit.

While Fang Ting might not need it, Su Xinyan, Fang Yundao, and Fang Kong certainly could make use of it.

That one-third was more than enough for them to share.

Then, Fang Hao gave another one-third to the clan, distributing it among the elite soldiers of the Hidden Dragon Guard.

Even after sharing so much, the remainder was still sufficient for his own use.

After all, he knew well: no matter how powerful a treasure, the more you use it, the less effective it becomes. Diminishing returns always applied.

So hoarding it would be a waste.

Moreover, if it hadn't been for Fang Ting's red orb, he wouldn't have survived the ruin, wouldn't have obtained these treasures, and wouldn't even know when or if he could return to the Immortal Realm.