This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 457 The Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed Undergoes Epic-Level Enhancement

He rushed through the grove.

To be precise, it was a desperate escape through the jagged, black buildings of the imperial city.

The escapees were the Bone Demon General and Leng Baipi. The Eight-Armed Rakshasa was gone; after being struck by Xiang Yuan's hand chop, his three heads and eight arms scattered like dust in the wind, vanishing without a chance of returning.

Fortunately, he left without uttering a sound or even blinking, proving himself to be a tough guy and salvaging some of his reputation.

The one struck by the knife was the Eight-Armed Rakshasa. The Bone Demon General and the Cold White Skin just watched from the sidelines. But this knife strike was terrifyingly mysterious. Not only did it have the terrifying effect of being sure to hit and kill, but the onlookers also felt as if they were there.

As the blade struck, both of them simultaneously felt a chill in their chests, and looking down, they saw a deep, bone-revealing wound tearing and spreading.

Both demon kings felt as if they had been stabbed, and looking down, they saw a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on their chests.

As I looked away, the knife wound faded, but when I looked down again, the knife mark strangely moved along my line of sight to my shoulder and arm.

This strike never cuts into the flesh.

The blade flashed directly at the primordial spirit, forcibly imprinting the concept of 'being slain' into the primordial spirit of the bystander, following their line of sight.

This strike did not hit the physical body, but rather struck the primordial spirit, which then transmitted the energy back to the body. The Bone Demon General and the Cold White Skin, who witnessed this strike, gained the concept of being 'slashed'; whenever their gaze swept over the blade, a corresponding sword mark would inevitably appear on their bodies.

The blade's light had penetrated deep into their souls, leaving an indelible mark. The wound was like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone, impossible to heal. They would live in the shadow of this blade for the rest of their lives.

Fortunately, the rest of my life is not long, and I will soon be able to get out of the shadows.

What they couldn't understand the most was that this strike severed their connection with the Demon Emperor's will. Although they were still within the Demon Kingdom's territory, they could no longer sense the omnipresent Demon Emperor. They had been isolated and could no longer integrate into the Demon Kingdom as a whole.

Who exactly is the Nine Heavens Demon-Subduing Ancestor, who managed to sever the Demon Emperor's will?

With one of the three leaders gone, the left and right protectors of the Demon Kingdom fled in disarray. They had never heard of the True Martial Emperor or the Nine Heavens Demon-Slaying Ancestor, but they were quite certain that once they were caught, the other party could easily annihilate them with a wave of his hand.

It's not safe to stay together, let's go separately.

After walking a few steps, the Cold White-skinned Right Protector sensed something and suddenly turned around. He saw a dazzling blade of light appear like a crescent moon not far away, and the aura of the Bone Demon General instantly dissipated into the world.

The immortality bestowed upon me by the Demon Emperor is utterly useless!
Leng Baipi was in a daze, his whole body trembled, and he subconsciously looked down at his own body.

The knife wounds on her chest and shoulders suddenly ripped open, and foul blood gushed out. Excruciating pain swept over her body like a tidal wave, almost causing her to faint.

I just can't faint!
The more painful the evil blade light became, the clearer she became, and the clearer she became, the more painful it became. It acted on her primordial spirit through her physical body, and then fed back to her primordial spirit through her physical body, causing her to experience the extreme pain of her primordial spirit being torn apart by a thousand knives.

“Ahh—”

Under intense pain, Leng Baipi could no longer maintain her human form. Her undulating, alluring body melted like wax, turning into a pool of writhing, asphalt-like sludge that slowly spread across the ground.

All that remained of her body was a beautiful, alluring face, floating on the trembling, writhing surface of black mud.

"Hey, why aren't you running anymore?"

Xiang Yuan walked slowly towards him, saying with dissatisfaction, "Run! Get up and keep running! I was just getting into it and you're already giving up? Can't you handle a game?"

He urged Leng Baipi to hurry up and not spoil the fun at this time.

In a pitch-black city, with no one around, shouting at the top of your lungs would be useless. How interesting it would be for a lone man and woman to chase each other! If things get out of hand like this, the True Martial Emperor will surely fly into a rage.

The beauty's face on the black mud showed a look of terror, her lips opened and closed but no sound came out, her asphalt-like body writhed desperately, leaving only a few weak marks on the ground.

"They can't even handle this? Their manners are terrible!"

Xiang Yuan snorted coldly and stepped over the writhing black asphalt.

The moment the boot landed, the asphalt was struck as if by lightning, drying instantly. The beautiful face floating on the surface quickly turned to sand and silently withered into ash.

Xiang Yuan strolled slowly through the imperial city, surrounded by distorted and ever-changing buildings.

Sometimes it transforms into a cage of flesh and blood, descending upon you; sometimes it becomes a bottomless abyss that suddenly splits open; and countless spatial restrictions wrap around you like a spider web...

"Fancy..."

The Demon Emperor had many tricks up his sleeve, but none of them worked. Xiang Yuan learned all the laws of heaven and earth that he knew by staying up all night.

That's how it is when you're qualified. Xiang Yuan has undergone several blood and marrow cleansing treatments, so he learns everything very quickly. What takes the Demon Emperor three years to learn from someone taught by Chongting Realm, Xiang Yuan only needs one night.

Moreover, he has further innovated by using small-world projection, and his version is already ahead of its time.

Therefore, the Demon Emperor, despite his many abilities, could be easily defeated by Xiang Yuan with a single strike.

He casually swept his fingertips across the void, and the spatial cages that tried to bind him crumbled and reconstructed themselves as soon as they approached. The flesh and blood cages turned into colorful flower rain, white jade steps rose from the bottomless abyss, and the spatial spider web reorganized into a corridor of flowing light.

A crushing victory!

"You're not going to collapse before I even get a chance to use my full strength, are you?"

He looked around and frowned slightly.

The Demon Emperor has refused to show himself so far, and even when the three giants were killed, he remained on the sidelines, giving people the illusion that he is avoiding battle.

It's not an illusion!

Sensing the Demon Emperor's weakened state, a cold glint flashed in Xiang Yuan's eyes, and his figure suddenly rose from the ground, soaring straight into the sky.

High in the sky, the wind howled and the sun shone brightly.

Standing aloft, his robes billowed like clouds in the gale, a phantom of the sun appeared behind him, its blazing, domineering light piercing through the clouds and tearing open the all-encompassing black sky. As it shattered the gloom, the sun's rays pierced the imperial city like sharp swords, scorching the black buildings and sending up sizzling white smoke.

The Demon Emperor remained as composed as an old ghost, unwilling to show himself.

Looking out from below, the entire imperial city comes into view.

Tens of thousands of houses twisted and deformed like the scales of a giant beast; streets transformed into winding blood vessels, gurgling with viscous black liquid; and deep within the palace, a surging black tide pulsated with a strange rhythm, seemingly its very heart.

Xiang Yuan slowly raised his right arm and formed his palm into a knife. The ultimate laws of heaven and earth emanated a dazzling white light at the edge of his palm.

The instant the blade fell, countless tiny spatial cracks flickered between the knuckles, the resulting distortion seemingly stretching out time itself.

boom! !

The entire sky suddenly deformed, and the black sea of ​​clouds stretching for thousands of miles was neatly cut open like cloth by an invisible sharp blade.

A white blade-like mark stretching for hundreds of miles appeared out of thin air, causing the space to crumble inch by inch wherever it passed. Before it even truly landed, it had already shaved off a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of the buildings below, causing the ground to undulate and shatter like waves.

With a single stroke, the imperial city was cleaved in two.

A teeth-grinding cracking sound reverberated through the heavens. The entire imperial city slowly folded in half along the white blade mark that stretched across the sky. The two sides of the city were like pages being turned up by an invisible giant hand, tilting and rising with overwhelming force. The remaining buildings or ruins collapsed layer by layer like building blocks, and a torrent of water rushed into the central area of ​​the fold.

In the center of this apocalyptic scene of world destruction, the palace exploded, and a distorted figure pieced together from countless human faces was finally forced to appear.

"Roar roar roar—"

The enormous body, pieced together from countless human faces, has no fixed form. Sometimes it stretches out hundreds of tentacles, and sometimes it collapses into a rolling mountain of flesh. Roars are interspersed with thousands of overlapping sounds, and each human face emits a scream in a different tone. Thousands of sound waves converge and merge to form a maddening demonic sound.

It sits atop the ruins of the imperial city, like a giant black light source, spilling out into a dark river, stirring up endless chaos in the laws of heaven and earth.

Gravity reversed, yin and yang disordered, the five elements reversed...

The special effects were so impressive that Xiang Yuan couldn't help but take a second look.

He frowned as he looked down at the Demon Emperor. According to rumors in the capital, the Demon Emperor was a tall and imposing man, and should not have turned into his current state under any circumstances.

Moreover, it's not an extraterrestrial demon!
Xiang Yuan was puzzled, but he continued his attack. Behind him, the sun burst forth with intense light, and within the blazing light, the phantom of a towering golden Buddha appeared.

This great Buddha has a compassionate face, yet it exudes an irresistible majesty. It is surrounded by boundless light, illuminating the entire shattered world as if it were a crystal world.

Xiang Yuan raised one hand as if supporting the heavens, and the golden Buddha moved accordingly. The Buddha's palm covered the sky and the sun, and a golden swastika appeared in the palm. With the power to suppress the heavens and the earth, it pressed down on the already broken imperial city.

Wherever the Buddha's palm passed, space collapsed layer by layer, forming visible ripples. The overflowing dark rivers, like snow under the scorching sun, hissed and evaporated completely.

"Roar roar roar—"

The Demon Emperor's twisted body struggled wildly, and millions of faces simultaneously emitted mournful cries. His fleshy tentacles instantly hardened, transforming into tens of thousands of towering black spears that pierced towards the Buddha's palm.

Dark demonic light erupted in an instant, and a murky sky was erected beneath the Buddha's palm, reversing yin and yang and inverting the five elements, its power was undeniable.

Unfortunately, Xiang Yuan's special effects are superior to itss!

The golden swastika seal in the Buddha's palm rotated, bringing forth the laws of heaven and earth that the Demon Emperor could not comprehend; each rotation held infinite mysteries.

In the first turn, the black spear shattered inch by inch; in the second turn, the murky sky crumbled and collapsed; in the third turn, millions of faces froze simultaneously…

When Yin and Yang converge and the Five Elements return to their proper places, the laws of Heaven and Earth return to their normal order.

boom! !

The overwhelming Buddha's palm descended, carrying the irresistible power of heaven and earth, crushing all the Demon Emperor's defiance. The golden swastika seal spun like a wheel, and the Buddha's light fell to earth like the sun, pressing firmly onto the imperial city, crushing both the demon and the city into a thin sheet.

The entire imperial city groaned under the unbearable weight, the buildings collapsing layer by layer under the Buddha's palm, and at the edge of the Buddha's light, filthy blood spilled out, splashing in all directions like a fountain.

The Buddha's palm suddenly tightened its five fingers, accompanied by a piercing wail, uprooting the folded imperial city.

At the point where the foundation fractured, the scene was horrifying. Countless demonized ley lines convulsed wildly like giant pythons, and thick black blood spurted from the fractured surface. The contaminated land rolled and cracked, revealing the rotting organ-like tissue beneath.

Large chunks of rotten flesh with blood vessels were torn from the ground, falling like raindrops of filthy blood.

The Buddha's palms slammed shut, crushing the entire imperial city into a lump of mud. Boundless Buddhist fire erupted, scorching and causing screams of agony.

Judging from their posture, it seems they want to burn a relic.

Unfortunately, it cannot be burned.

The Demon Emperor has no physical form, but his will is omnipresent. Even after destroying the imperial city, he still has an entire demon kingdom and will not die easily.

"Roar roar roar————"

Amidst the earth-shattering roar of the dragon, the entire dark land surged violently, with the original location of the imperial city as the dragon's head, and the entire territory of the demon kingdom, spanning tens of thousands of miles, undulated and rose as if alive.

A colossal, immeasurable dragon burst forth from the earth.

This dragon was enormous beyond imagination. Its head alone was hundreds of miles wide, and each scale was a miniature of a city. Its body undulated like a mountain range, and it roamed through space, creating endless black cracks. Every time its claws stretched out, they brought forth a dark river that swept across thousands of miles.

Xiang Yuan's pupils shrank sharply. If he hadn't been mistaken, this was indeed the Demon Emperor's true form.

but……

Why does this happen?

"You lowly deity from the upper realm, how dare you destroy the imperial city!"

The demonic dragon spoke, its voice composed of the wails of billions of living beings: "I am the nation. Today I will devour your flesh, tomorrow I will storm the Heavenly Court and take the Heavenly Emperor as my food."

Xiangyuan: (一`一)
To be honest, this is possible. I know a shortcut that will guarantee you a head injury in the arms of that shameless Heavenly Emperor.

"Minor deity of the upper realm, I will let you witness the power of a realm before you die."

The dragon's head rose, the sky and earth changed color, the heavens were covered by murky haze, and the laws of heaven and earth fell into a state of disorder and chaos once again. Those areas that had been purified by the Buddha's light were now being eroded by darkness again.

"The power of a realm..."

Xiang Yuan raised an eyebrow. What did that mean? The Demon Emperor had also practiced the Small World Technique?
It shouldn't be. The Demon Emperor's laws of heaven and earth have always existed within the framework of the Chongting Realm, without any innovation, indicating that the other party does not understand the cultivation methods of small worlds.

The "power of a realm" mentioned by the Demon Emperor should refer to the Chongting Realm...

But that doesn't make sense either!

Xiang Yuan frowned deeply; his intuition told him that he had found the key to the problem.

"Roar roar roar————"

The demonic dragon raised its head, its gaping maw wide open like an abyss, seemingly intent on devouring the golden Buddha along with Xiang Yuan.

The fangs in its mouth were like a continuous mountain range, with writhing black veins, and boundless darkness surged in its throat, like an unfillable black hole.

Faced with this earth-shattering attack, Xiang Yuan raised an eyebrow and instead of dodging, he stepped forward, letting the demonic dragon swallow him whole.

The golden Buddha, however, expanded its body once more with the boundless light, truly reaching the heavens and standing tall.

The Buddha's head disappeared into the clouds, its eyes were like the blazing sun in the sky, and its arms hung down like pillars of heaven. It slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, suppressing the entire territory of the demon kingdom with its own power.

The demonic dragon couldn't stop in time and crashed headfirst into the Buddha's arms.

At this moment, two pillar-like arms reached out. The left arm gripped the dragon's vital spot like an iron clamp, its five fingers digging deep into the scales. The right arm wrapped around the dragon's waist, swinging the entire dragon's body like a whip.

boom! boom! boom!
Amidst a deafening crash, the demonic dragon was repeatedly rubbed against the ground.

The sheer scale of the spectacle was so immense that even soldiers on the city walls of the Great Zhou capital could see a towering golden giant on the horizon, who was... well, manipulating snakes.

The proper method of coiling snakes is similar to hula hooping, and is not the style of Xu Xian, the hero of the grass python.

The Buddha swung a hula hoop for a while, then slammed the mangled dragon to the ground, carving a deep abyss in the earth. He then clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his face showing boundless compassion.

The Demon Emperor thought the Buddha was about to begin chanting sutras and was inwardly mocking the bald monk for bringing shame upon himself when he saw the Buddha's arms stretch out behind him, revealing the form of a thousand hands.

"..."

You, you don't recite scriptures, what's the point of your compassionate face!

Rumble————

The Buddha's palm pressed down relentlessly...

Regardless of how the Demon Emperor was beaten, according to various documents, a creature born from moisture and eggs like it, if it fell into the hands of Buddhism, would either be sat on or ridden, and in any case, it would certainly get a beating.

Xiang Yuan, lost in thought, decided to leap into the dragon's mouth to verify the so-called 'power of one realm,' plunging headlong into the boundless darkness.

If his assumption is correct, the opportunity that Frieza spoke of, which even the Heavenly Emperor would have to intervene in, lies with the Demon Emperor.

"What a Demon Emperor! Knowing that Xiang Yuan was coming, he stole my opportunity three years in advance. He's really gone too far!"

Xiang Yuan was furious. He had robbed an honest man, and to make sure the honest man had no way to defend himself, he had preemptively occupied the moral high ground three years in advance. He was utterly shameless.

Xiang Yuanyuan sensed the dragon spine and saw that it was a complete spiritual vein of heaven and earth. He shifted space and followed the extension of the dragon spine spiritual vein, going deep down and finding a white palace in the dark space.

A very standard architectural style for the Heavenly Palace.

"No wonder they dare to claim they control the power of an entire realm; they certainly have the qualifications..."

Xiang Yuan looked at the Heavenly Palace ahead with a headache, struggling with whether to move forward. He roughly understood what the opportunity was, and felt a sense of rejection, not wanting to take it.

Once captured, the piece's position becomes unshakeable.

Not taking it is even worse. Not to mention that the shameless Heavenly Emperor will take it, which would be even more painful than Xiang Yuan suffering a great loss.

This item is closely related to the fate of Chongting Realm. Obtaining it would be enough to change the world, erase the remaining poison of the Demon Emperor's devastation, and allow the beings of this realm to recuperate. Xiang Yuan could not refuse it.

"That's enough. I've been lying here for so long, what's the point of struggling anymore?"

Xiang Yuan secretly shook his head. Master Jingyun knew the truth but didn't say it, which was suspected of setting a trap for his disciple. He decided to listen to Bai Gongzhu. Since he had chosen to lie low, he shouldn't be afraid of the increasing investment on his shoulders.

That's it!
Xiang Yuan stepped into the white palace, but all around was white, and he couldn't see anything.

Some things cannot be seen with the naked eye.

Xiang Yuan closed his eyes, and the projection of the small world slowly unfolded. Using the method taught by the Sword Master Su Ran, he incorporated the entire Heavenly Palace into his body.

The Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed receives an epic-level enhancement!
Yes, the opportunity in Chongting Realm is the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed. The Demon Emperor also obtained this item three years ago, which allowed him to defy fate and embark on the path to becoming invincible.

The road to success is always under construction!

The Demon Emperor's construction team was likely outsourced multiple times, and their funds were already limited. When the project was halfway completed, the contractor went bankrupt, cutting off their cash flow.

The Heavenly Emperor's Seed is not something ordinary people can enjoy. Without that destiny, without numerous schemes, and without anyone protecting you, even if you obtain the Heavenly Emperor's Seed, it's just like a portable hard drive.

The Demon Emperor was in this situation. He was originally a mighty and strong man, but he could not withstand the great fortune of the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed, so he went mad and entered the demonic path.

He refined the demon kingdom, incorporating the will of millions of people into his body to strengthen himself, attempting to gain the right to become emperor.

He is ambitious and capable, but lacks vision. He doesn't even consider how a human emperor can be compared to a heavenly emperor.

Most importantly, he has no one above him, and he doesn't even qualify to be a pawn.

There were several people above Xiang Yuan, who had received the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed into their bodies. They smacked their lips, wanting to comment on the taste, but couldn't quite put their finger on it.

This time it was a palace, last time it was a painting, something invisible and intangible, something that even his primordial spirit couldn't perceive, so how could he describe what it tasted like?

If I had to put it into words, there would only be one.

"I don't feel anything..."

It's the same as not eating it; I don't feel any stronger. What exactly is the Heavenly Emperor's Seed?
ID card?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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