Devouring the Stars: Rising from the Snow Eagle System

To leave the Holy Palace, one must pass through the main hall, so Fu Xu was still quite confident. He wanted to negotiate with Zhou Lin, and even offering some treasures as compensation was acceptable.

The Holy Realm is vast and boundless, teeming with treasures. Many ultimate-level life forms are forged by collecting materials and refining their bodies.

When the Emperor Venerable had mastered his divine skill, he, Ying, and Sheng Yan borrowed the power of the Holy Palace's formation to take turns sparring and perfect that technique.

With the help of the formation, all three were able to fight the Emperor head-on without being at a disadvantage.

Snapped!
Zhou Lin slapped Fu Xu hard across the face, sending him tumbling over a dozen times. His divine body was covered in wounds; the Dao injuries caused by the Great Dao of Cause and Effect were simply too difficult to heal.

After several attacks, Fu Xu was rendered unable to resist, his breath becoming extremely weak, and he slumped down like a dead dog.

"What are you being so stubborn about?" Zhou Lin sneered. "Originally, I planned to cooperate with your Holy Palace. Since you're being so shameless, then the Holy Palace will have a new master."

Even though Zhou Lin hasn't reached the ultimate realm in his years of seclusion, his strength is not much different from his peak. Back then, he had the ability to kill low-level Chaos Origin cultivators.

Once he understands the rules of the world, he can quickly consolidate his power.

Even if the Great Dao of Origin doesn't pass through these worlds, there are still similarities. Zhou Lin initially abandoned a part of it, but later made up for it.

"Change the master?!" Fu Xu opened his mouth as if to say something, but Zhou Lin quickly tore his divine body apart, scattering his essence blood everywhere, leaving only his soul sealed away.

Zhou Lin carried Fu Xu's soul and casually sealed it in the tribulation clouds, preventing him from seeking death. He then tortured him with endless calamities: lightning, fire, hunger, and poison, causing his soul to suffer intense pain at all times.

That was torture that could break even the will of a God-King, but Kefuxu, with the will of an early God-Emperor, was incredibly resilient and gritted his teeth without uttering a sound.

"Burn my soul for trillions of years?" Zhou Lin was very reasonable. Since such a cause and effect had already been established, Fu Xu's words would surely bring retribution upon himself.

If it's a trillion years, then it must be a trillion years. Zhou Lin also constantly maintained the stability of Fu Xu's soul to prevent him from dying from the burning process.

Yun Jie stood there dumbfounded, still wearing that incredulous expression, completely unable to believe what had happened.

"How can you be so strong?!" Yun Jie murmured, "With this kind of strength, you already have the potential to become an Emperor. You can continue to ascend and go to a better world."

Zhou Lin smiled and said, "Ascension is not in a hurry. There are still many things in this world that I need to study."

The Star Lord summoned him not to play the ascension game with the locals, but to comprehend the Dao under different rules and first reach the ultimate realm.

He hadn't fully grasped the rules or the treasures yet.

Zhou Lin's strength was indeed almost abnormal. The Star Lord and the Gold Lord were watching him fight. He was so strong at the second level of the God King realm without the help of a higher-level secret treasure.

In countless worlds and countless source worlds, such an existence cannot be found. Luo Feng's Dao of Life and Death, or other fusion Daos, cannot compare at this stage.

Because the world is the most inclusive and vast road.

With two paths plus a fused path, nine strongest clones, a perfect inheritance, and a miniature source world within his body providing energy, even an early-stage Enlightenment God Emperor would likely be suppressed by him.

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In the distance, inside the main hall of the Holy Palace, the Shadow Palace Master was very uneasy. He had originally wanted to come to the rescue of Fuxu as soon as possible, and was even close to the Scripture Pavilion.

But Zhou Lin's terrifying strength in the scene filled Ying with fear. He needed to rely on the formation to fight; going in empty-handed would be tantamount to suicide. "The mighty Holy Palace, I never thought this day would come." Ying had already killed Sheng Yan, and he had conspired with Fu Xu and colluded with other cultivators from the outside world.

After Sheng Yan was killed, Ying and Fu Xu believed that the Holy Palace would henceforth be their territory, and they could enjoy all the resources of the entire Holy Realm.

Using the resources of the heavens for one's own benefit, that's how the Emperor Venerable broke through.

He has tried many cultivation paths, and it is extremely difficult to reach the perfect strength of the King level. It seems that he is only a little bit away, but in fact it is more difficult than the difference between the second level of the God King realm and the ultimate realm.

If one can comprehend the ultimate realm of King-level perfection on their own, then after going to the Holy Realm, their lower limit will be at least half of the Chaos Origin level.

Just as Ying was feeling uneasy, Zhou Lin had already knocked on the door.

The main hall of the Holy Palace was extremely large, reaching the sky in height and seemingly endless in width, its top bathed in golden light that illuminated the entire world.

It even permeated beyond the world; the brilliance of the universe is not even one ten-thousandth as great as this dazzling firelight.

The light and fire blended together, illuminating the image of a handsome man.

It was indeed the Emperor, whose image still remained at the top of the Holy Palace, exuding boundless majesty. He was the true ruler of all realms, and even after the long years, people would still come to pay homage.

The area in front of the Holy Palace was no longer as bustling as it once was. Everyone had been gathered inside the main hall, leaving only the empty staircase and some divine fires still burning.

"Vice Palace Master Ying, will you surrender yourself, or will I tear down your Holy Palace?" A voice came from afar, echoing for billions of miles.

Zhou Lin was very reasonable. If the other party wanted to surrender, he was too lazy to kill them all. After all, they were just passing through and would leave sooner or later, and he had no intention of running anything.

"This is the Holy Palace, the Holy Palace founded by the Emperor himself!" Ying walked out of the magnificent hall. He was dressed in black and wore a mask, so his appearance could not be seen.

Although they fought for power after the Emperor left, they still felt a sense of pride when they heard his name.

"That means you won't surrender." Zhou Lin didn't waste any more words and immediately prepared to take action, ending the battle as quickly as possible and taking control of the Holy Palace.

Rumble!
In an instant, the entire ground trembled violently, and all the surrounding palaces, as well as the main hall, shone brightly, with boundless power empowering Ying's divine body.

“With Vice Palace Master Ying here, he certainly won’t be able to advance any further.”

"With the help of the formation left behind by the Emperor, my Holy Palace is invincible and will never perish!"

"Once the Emperor returns, we must kill this madman!"

The believers roared with flushed faces. In all the years, this was the first time the Holy Palace had been attacked and the deputy palace master had been demanded to surrender.

Zhou Lin single-handedly stormed the Holy Palace, suppressing the newly appointed Palace Master of Fuxu with a flick of his wrist, and forcing the Deputy Palace Master, Shadow, to stay in the main hall.

This is a great disgrace that must be washed away with blood!
Some people felt despair, thinking that the Holy Palace would perish, and huddled in a corner waiting for their fate to befall them.

"You dare to insult my Holy Palace, you deserve to die!" Ying's voice was loud, and his whole body was surrounded by crimson light. Then, this endless light transformed into a giant palm and slammed towards Zhou Lin.

A vast universe was being created within his palm, then solidified into a hard substance—a material force—that surged forward, suppressing everything. (End of Chapter)