Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 566 Supervisor, I Need Your Help with My Cultivation (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)
Heaven?

Xu Qi'an was slightly taken aback, wondering if he was hallucinating. Why would this overly powerful fellow villager call his teacher "Tiandao"? Was this his teacher's old gangster nickname?
Pain of the Heavenly Path? How many floors does he have to carry a bag of rice up?

Just as Xu Qi'an was lost in thought, the supervisor gave Wu Xian a deep look and then sighed, "As expected, you do know my true identity, and you've known it for a long time."

"That's right, and I know more than you think."

Wu Xian nodded in agreement, saying that there was no point in pretending anymore now.

"I know you are the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao's consciousness. The Warlock system is a cultivation system that you tailored for yourself, in order to exert the authority of the Heavenly Dao to the fullest extent, and at the same time, it is a preparation for creating a Martial God."

"You once favored the founding emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty to become a God of War, but for some reason, he failed in the end. Later, you chose Wei Yuan, but gave up again because you found that he was love-struck."

"Afterwards, your eldest disciple Xu Pingfeng stole half of the Great Feng's national fortune and put it into his son Xu Qi'an's body. You did not stop him. Now that I think about it, you must have chosen him to be a candidate for the God of War."

But you never expected that an unexpected event like me would occur midway, disrupting all your previous plans and forcing you to personally intervene. You used celestial techniques to erase all memories of Xu Qi'an, making everyone forget him, and then hid him by your side to personally train him...

"Tsk tsk! I have to admire you. In just three years, you've managed to cultivate a first-rank martial artist right under my nose. It truly surprises me."

After hearing Wu Xian's words, the atmosphere at the scene became increasingly strange.

Xu Qi'an's eyes widened, his gaze shifting incredulously between the two people, especially his teacher... no, he should say the supervisor, whose gaze lingered for a long time. His eyes were incredibly complex, as if he were being used and manipulated as a pawn by the person he trusted most.

The supervisor seemed oblivious, silently lowering his eyes, within which countless lights flickered. After a long while, he sighed:

"Before I take action, I have two questions that I hope you can answer for me."

"Excuse me."

Wu Xian's tone was very gentle, much like the villain in some third-rate novels who answers every question and always gets a comeback.

"Three years ago, how did you suddenly acquire such formidable strength overnight...?"

The supervisor looked at Wu Xian and voiced the question that had been puzzling him for a long time: "To be honest, I noticed your abnormality a long time ago. Like Xu Qi'an, you are not from this world. So I have always devoted some of my energy to observing you. I am quite certain that the night before you killed Emperor Yuanjing, you were just an ordinary sixth-rank martial artist. I don't understand why such a huge change occurred."

"Well..."

Wu Xian's expression was slightly strange, but he still gave a vague answer: "The matter is a bit complicated and it's troublesome to explain. Just think of it as my cheat code coming online."

The supervisor frowned, but Xu Qi'an, upon hearing this, gave a wry smile.

Damn it! There's even a cheat code! We're both time travelers, so why is there such a huge difference? God is too biased.

What? You're saying I also have the old man's cheat code, and that this old man is the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao?
Then never mind what I said.

"second question."

Ultimately, he was an embodiment of the Heavenly Dao's consciousness, and thus indifferent to emotions. Although he was somewhat displeased, the supervisor did not dwell on it for long, but instead asked again, "Your purpose... is it to replace the Heavenly Dao?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze. Xu Qi'an stared wide-eyed at Wu Xian in disbelief, his heart pounding like a drum, feeling particularly agitated in the quiet environment.

"Yes and no."

Wu Xian's lips curled up, and he raised his right hand and clenched it tightly in the air, producing a sonic boom-like sound.

“I am different from those super-grade beings. I will not think about assimilating the Nine Provinces Continent, nor will I harm the lives of the beings in the Nine Provinces in order to gather fortune. However, if I can master the Heavenly Dao and make this world operate and develop according to my ideas, I would not mind.” “This goal is not difficult, and it does not require replacing or merging with the Heavenly Dao. As long as I become the most powerful person in this world, that will be enough.”

"Breaking through to the highest grade and becoming an unparalleled martial god is one of the best methods."

“I know that there are three conditions to become a Martial God—to reach the level of a half-step Martial God, to gain the hearts of all the people of the Nine Provinces, and finally to gain the approval of the Heavenly Dao, or rather, to obtain your spiritual essence.”

"To this day, I have fulfilled the first two of these three conditions, and only the last one remains for me to become a Martial God."

"So, Chief Supervisor..."

Wu Xian extended his right hand, his eyes gradually becoming intense.

"Give me your spiritual essence to help me break through to the Martial God realm. In this way, I will become the gatekeeper of the Heavenly Dao. Moreover, because martial artists are isolated from the outside world, they cannot replace the Heavenly Dao. I can also help you kill other super-grade beings, preventing them from replacing the Heavenly Dao. Isn't this a win-win situation?"

"..."

The supervisor remained silent for a long time this time. Just when Xu Qi'an thought he was about to agree, he suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"A good suggestion, but... I refuse!"

After saying that, the supervisor suddenly waved his sleeve and threw a long, stick-shaped black shadow at Wu Xian.

It was a curved horn, with a bright white halo emanating from the edge of its tip, but the inside was pitch black. The moment it flew in front of Wu Xian, it suddenly exploded, turning into a round black sphere less than ten centimeters in diameter.

But the next second, the black sphere suddenly expanded, unleashing an incredibly powerful suction force, just like a pure black hole.

Light cannot illuminate a black hole because even light is swallowed up.

The airflow, carrying dust and bones, surged into the black hole and vanished without a trace.

"The power of devouring... Is this the horn of the Wilderness?"

Wu Xian raised his thick eyebrows slightly, seemingly surprised that the supervisor would use such a thing against him. However, he did not panic at all. A soft halo appeared on his body, and the terrifying devouring power disappeared without a trace before it even got close.

However, the power of devouring was too domineering, and it was with this divine ability that Huang became one of the best among the ancient gods and demons.

When He unleashes His Devouring Divine Power with all His might, He is nearly invincible below the highest level.

Although Wu Xian's [Way of Emptiness] can ignore this ability, it still restricts his movements to some extent, and it will take him at least a few seconds to adjust and return to normal.

"Quick, get the knife!!"

The supervisor shouted at Xu Qi'an, whose expression was complicated, and quickly formed hand seals, causing the surrounding mountains of white bones to shake.

The spiritual energy that had disappeared returned as if in a final burst of light, and under the control of the supervisor, it transformed into various arrays that suppressed Wu Xian.

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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