If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

Looking at the old Bi Deng in front of him, Zhao Yu felt not calm, but rather full of vigilance.

Qian Batian raised his hand, making a gesture to signal Zhao Yu to sit down.

His demeanor was calm, as if he were entertaining a long-lost friend in his own backyard, completely devoid of the ferocity he had displayed during the life-or-death struggle just moments before.

"sit."

His voice was calm, echoing in the small earthen house.

Zhao Yu did not move.

He simply stood quietly, observing the space constructed by Qian Batian's consciousness, while also assessing the current situation.

"The Prince of Zhennan has impressive skills." Zhao Yu's voice was equally calm. "What kind of magic is this? It can forcibly pull my consciousness into this space."

Qian Batian didn't seem to mind that Zhao Yu didn't sit down. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

The teacup was empty, but he drank it with relish.

"Spells?" He put down his teacup and chuckled softly. "It's hardly spells; it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing."

"Just now I saw you build a defense in my sea of ​​consciousness, and the structure of that consciousness was quite ingenious. I had nothing better to do, so I tried to copy it and work backwards to figure out the principles. By applying what I learned to other situations, I managed to build this shoddy thing."

Qian Batian spoke casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

But these words struck Zhao Yu like a thunderbolt!

Damn!

Is this what you call low-class junk?

Even the divine consciousness cultivation technique "Emperor's Divine Weapon Transformation Technique" awarded by the system can only evolve into various weapons to fight enemies.

Its only highlight is its ability to integrate with luck.

This old man, Bi Deng, with only a superficial understanding of the Transformation of Weapons Technique, was able to work backwards and construct a world. Is that what you call second-rate?!

No wonder he was able to reach the Celestial Realm within twenty years, and then hone his skills in the Celestial Realm for many years, even making himself, who was in the Foundation Establishment stage, feel troubled!

This talent is simply superhuman!

Qian Batian seemed to enjoy Zhao Yu's shock. He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "What a pity. With such talent, he followed the wrong person. Born into this world without dragon blood, the end of martial arts is a dead end."

His words revealed a deep-seated resentment and desolation.

"As for the name of this spell," he waved his hand, "I'm too lazy to think of one. If you're interested, just pick one."

Zhao Yu's mind raced, but outwardly she went along with his words, adopting a relaxed posture, and stroked her chin as she said:

"Like a dream, like a universe in the palm of your hand, how about calling it 'Divine Kingdom in the Palm'?"

"Divine Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand..." Qian Batian murmured, savoring the name. After a moment, he nodded slightly. "Good name, it's settled then."

He put down his teacup, looked at Zhao Yu, and his eyes were devoid of any other emotion, only an unyielding solemnity remained.

"I brought you in because I have something to tell you."

The atmosphere sank at that moment.

As if sensing this, the sky in this small world also turned to dusk.

A hero grows old.

A word came to Zhao Yu's mind.

Qian Batian spoke to himself, his voice low and deep.

He recounted how he reached the pinnacle of martial arts three times, only to find that there was no further path forward.

He recounted his ecstatic joy upon accidentally learning about the methods of cultivating immortality, and his helplessness upon discovering that he had no bloodline and was still on a dead end.

He recounted how, over the past thirty years, he had meticulously planned and schemed his way to the top, transforming himself from a spirited young man into a monster he no longer recognized.

His voice was calm, without accusation or remorse, simply stating a fact.

"I know that the attempt to possess his body has failed." Qian Batian raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Yu. "But I am not reconciled. I am not reconciled to simply vanish like this, without even the chance to go to the underworld and see my mother one last time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up from his seat, straightened his non-existent robes, and bowed deeply to Zhao Yu.

This man, who was invincible and whose power made the entire Liang Dynasty tremble, was now bowing so deeply to his enemy.

"I have a request."

"If you can truly attain immortality and control the power of reincarnation one day, could you... could you allow me to see my mother one last time in the afterlife?"

"Even if it's just a meeting of souls, just one glance is enough."

He was very humble, and his tone was extremely sincere, as if he were a dying person entrusting his last wishes.

Zhao Yu looked at him quietly, without answering immediately.

But his mind was racing with calculations.

"The Prince of Zhennan is joking."

"We are not related, we are practically mortal enemies. Why should I grant your request?"

Qian Batian slowly straightened up, his face showing no anger at being rejected, but instead answering indifferently.

"Of course I won't let you help me for nothing."

"I can teach you the complete 'Divine Kingdom in the Palm' technique. If you master this art, you will be invincible even against opponents several realms higher than you!"

He offered a bait that no monk could refuse.

Zhao Yu's consciousness did indeed stir.

He had just personally experienced the value and potential of this technique.

If you can master it, it will be a powerful trump card, whether for survival in this world or for facing unknown enemies in the future.

But he remained absolutely calm.

"Teach me the magic first, and then I'll consider whether to grant your request."

Qian Batian fell silent.

The air inside the earthen house seemed to freeze.

After a long while, as if he had made up his mind, he let out a long breath.

"Fine, I don't have any other choice anyway."

"I only hope that you will keep your promise."

After saying that, he raised his right hand, pointed his fingers like a sword, and pointed at Zhao Yu's brow.

A golden streak of light flew from his fingertips, instantly bridging the distance between the two and entering Zhao Yu's consciousness.

[System Notification: Obtained a low-grade Heavenly Rank cultivation technique - Divine Kingdom in the Palm of Your Hand]

As the system notification sounded, an unimaginably massive torrent of information instantly flooded into Zhao Yu's mind.

That was all the secrets of the "Divine Kingdom in the Palm" divine sense technique, from its construction principles to its methods of execution, and all its subtle variations. In that instant, Zhao Yu completely understood and mastered everything.

The more Zhao Yu understood this technique, the more shocked he became.

The true brilliance of the "Divine Kingdom in the Palm" lies in the fact that the caster can construct a completely independent and self-consistent "kingdom" within their own spiritual realm.

Once someone else's consciousness touches the boundary of this 'kingdom,' they will be forcibly pulled in by its laws, unable to control their own destiny.

A spiritual attack is usually linked to one's own spiritual consciousness, just like one's own divine weapon technique.

It involves transforming a small portion of one's divine consciousness into a weapon, and then using that divine consciousness to 'wield' the weapon and attack.

This means that the moment an attack is launched, the attacker will be drawn into the nation's territory!

more importantly.

The most terrifying aspect of this spell is that the caster can choose to completely 'seal off' the entire country!

Once sealed off, this "Palm-sized Divine Kingdom" will become an absolute prison!

Only the caster can freely enter and exit, while the divine consciousness trapped in the kingdom will be completely isolated from the outside world and will never be able to return to its original body!

If a cultivator loses his divine consciousness, then his physical body is just an empty shell without a soul, a walking corpse that can be slaughtered at will!

Zhao Yu's expression suddenly changed.

Oops!