The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 106 Breaking through the realm is like drinking water

Time passes, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Huan has almost understood his unknown physical condition. He has devoted most of his energy during his waking time to studying it and has achieved some success.

It is really not easy to peek into the origin of the human body with the naked eyes. It is too difficult. The lack of spiritual consciousness seriously hinders him, otherwise he would be faster.

It only took him three years to integrate the five secret realms in an unprecedented way.

It took Zhang Huan five years just to deduce a path of cultivation for this physique.

But at last I have found a way to solve the problem of not having the talent for cultivation.

It was a very cold season, frost covered everything in sight, and snowflakes fell on the roofs to form layers of ice.

Zhang Huan stood under the eaves of the courtyard, wearing thick clothes, with his hands behind his back, and what he saw was a vast white landscape painting.

In the courtyard, a boy about seven years old, wearing thin clothes, was waving a wooden sword seriously, regardless of the cold weather. The sword flowers rose and fell as it turned.

Even though his hands were so cold and shaking that they turned red, and the air he exhaled instantly turned into ice when he inhaled it into his lungs, his eyes were still firm and he refused to stop moving for even a second.

Zhang Huan was somewhat impressed. He thought that he had such perseverance at such a young age and was so focused on working so hard, which showed that he had a good character.

As a cultivator, one competes with others and with heaven; opportunity and talent are secondary; the most important thing is one’s character.

If one can pass this test, have an indomitable heart, and work hard for the goal day after day for ten years and give everything, then this person's future achievements will not be low, and at least will be better than those of the cultivators with the same qualifications.

Zhang Qian is also an only child, but he is the grandson of the great elder.

Unlike the unrestrained Zhang Huan, he has been placed with high hopes by the great elders since he was old enough to understand and has received a lot of cultivation.

Zhang Qian did not disappoint them. He was born with precocity, had a heart seeking the truth, and had first-rate aptitude, which made them happy.

The Great Elder often openly compared him with Zhang Huan when the master of the house was not around.

He made a bold promise that he would let his grandson surpass his ancestor, push the glory of the Zhang family to a new peak, and unify the northwestern continent.

They even spread the word that Zhang Qian would be trained as the next head of the Zhang family. After all, everyone in the Zhang family knew that the grandson of the current head of the family was an unqualified mortal.

Everyone knows the intention behind this fight.

Zhang Qian was very methodical. Although he had not yet practiced Taoism and had only practiced the stances, he had already used the sword techniques very standardly.

"do it again!"

A burly middle-aged man next to him was intimidating without even getting angry. He also held a wooden sword in his hand. He was not satisfied with the boy's actions and was extremely stern.

The eldest elder of the Zhang family had the audacity to personally invite a sword master, who learned from the Tai Chi Temple and is a real master.

The boy started training again from the beginning, working hard and determinedly, without a single complaint.

But the sword that was swung up was no different from the action just performed.

"Although the posture is skillful and I have practiced it many times, it still lacks spirit and is too rigid."

Zhang Huan shook his head and commented in his mind.

However, there is no need to let the child practice so hard all the time. After practicing, his shortcomings will be made up very quickly.

It is difficult to practice the swordsmanship of a cultivator with a mortal body. In addition, he is only seven years old and his body and brain are not yet fully developed. Now, such forced repetitive practice can only be regarded as authoritative torture, and the improvement is very small.

But the burly man obviously didn't think so and was keen on it.

As if he was dissatisfied with Zhang Huan's criticism of shaking his head, he glanced at Zhang Huan at this time, with a very impolite expression, and coldly retracted his eyes, as if he didn't even want to look at him.

"Oh, what a big rack."

Zhang Huan remained calm and collected, sneering to himself. This person was the first one in his tens of thousands of years of life who dared to glare at him like that.

Zhang Huan left the main room alone, and returned to his courtyard surrounded by passing maids. He sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

The maid who took care of her was used to it and was happy to do so, so she took some time off to rest.

It must be said that the children of this immortal cultivation family are precocious. They are as sensible and steady as adults when they are only thigh-high.

Zhang Huan was meditating, calming his mind and focusing his energy, while he closed his eyes and sensed the strange paper figures flying around.

Although this paper figure was wandering outside the body and flying around randomly with the talisman paper, it actually came from Zhang Huan himself.

Although he did not have the skills of a cultivator, Zhang Huan, even as a mortal, could still figure out the condition of his body.

Paper figures and talisman paper indicate a special talent of mine. Since it cannot be fully activated, only some characteristics can be shown in front of your eyes. In the future, it may become a kind of innate divine art when you practice Taoism.

Zhang Huan is using them to develop his own physique, nurturing this characteristic with his own essence, hoping to cleanse and improve the essence of the human body.

If you continue to make such offerings for a long time, as your physical characteristics become more and more obvious, one day a qualitative change will occur and you can expect great success.

Of the forty-nine heavenly beings, one escaped, which was a chance for him to practice Taoism as left by the laws of the universe. It was also an opportunity for his second awakening.

Three years later, Zhang Huan was eight years old and officially entered the age when other children in the Zhang family began to practice cultivation.

At this time, the other children had already started to practice physical training in the courtyard every day to lay the foundation, and their cries of pain could be heard half a mile away.

In the Zhang family, as long as one has the qualifications to practice cultivation, no matter if he is good or bad, he must attend classes to be taught the techniques and instructed in cultivation.

Being one step ahead means being ahead at every step. At such a young age, the child has already begun to practice diligently and voluntarily.

On the other hand, in a courtyard, Zhang Huan was sitting leisurely under a pavilion, holding a book that recorded the story of Emperor Taiyin in ancient times, reading it attentively, without any thought of practicing.

Since he obviously had no qualifications, he naturally didn't need to go to class. Besides, he had a cheat, so why did he need to follow the same routine as ordinary people?

Looking at the biographies in ancient books, Zhang Huan muttered to himself.

"The Taiyin Emperor attained enlightenment 25,000 years ago and reached the pinnacle of Taiyin power. He created the Taiyin Sutra, which expounds the secret of the purest yin origin of heaven and earth. The Emperor's weapon is a Human Emperor Seal."

"Born on the Purple Star Emperor, he intimidated the ancient race after becoming the emperor, ruled the world, and created the glory of the human race. He was deeply loved by the people and was revered as the emperor of mankind and the ancestor of the human race."

He passed away two thousand years ago in an unknown location. He sat on the throne for twenty-two thousand years and lived for twenty-four thousand years.

The life of Emperor Taiyin is recorded in the classics, which was written by a follower of the Emperor in his later years after his death.

The record is very detailed, and every aspect is explained. It is obvious that it has been thoroughly researched, and the author is a die-hard fan of the Human Emperor.

Turning to the last page, there was only a record of the little things that happened between this follower and the Human Emperor, with a signature in the very corner.

This is the name of this follower, or rather, it is just his surname, as his real name is not written down in full.

"It seems that this person has some concerns, so he didn't write it in full."

Zhang Huan closed the ancient books.

Recalling his own impressions and adding the current information, he could know that the Ancient God War had not yet begun, and the Immortal Emperor was still plotting. The Human Emperor Seal had not been broken either, and it was probably still in the hands of the descendants of Ziwei's Taiyin Human Emperor lineage.

However, at this time, the Ancient Emperor Taiyin was in great danger. He might have been ambushed by the Immortal Emperor on his way to becoming an immortal.

With his death, his Tao disappeared, and the great Tao that belonged uniquely to the Human Emperor collapsed. Therefore, the Heaven and Earth felt it and sent down suppression. That is why it is said in the world that the Taiyin Human Emperor passed away, but no one knows where he passed away.

"If you think about it carefully, the Immortal Emperor in the ancient times was even more violent than in the ancient times."

Speaking of the human race alone, apart from the Immortal Lady who attained enlightenment in an unknown period, there are only the two ancient emperors, Taiyin and Taiyang.

Both of them were similarly ambushed by the Immortal Emperor, and their blood and essence were taken away. The Sun Emperor was eaten until only his skin was left, while Taiyin was even worse, with not even a bone left.

They did not pass away in a normal way, and their deaths were miserable. They died unwillingly on the path to becoming an immortal, so they both gave birth to gods.

Even the ancient emperor of the human race was like this, not to mention the emperors of other races. The ancient times lasted for millions of years, not as dry as the universe in later generations when Ye Fan transformed into a mortal immortal.

The resources in the universe are more suitable for cultivation than in ancient times. Different bloodlines are often born, and ancient emperors are born one after another. If you count them this way, the number will not be small.

However, there are only about twenty supreme beings who have survived to later generations in the ancient self-transformation forbidden zone, plus the ancient emperors who passed away in normal circumstances.

Most of the remaining ancient emperors were just titles in vain. They were not seen alive in their later years, and their corpses were not found after their death. They could only be considered to have passed away. It was feared that they had all been killed by the immortals.

While Zhang Huan was thinking, the maid behind him became drowsy, her eyelids seemed to be fighting, and she was about to fall down. Zhang Huan threw the book on the table.

The noise immediately woke up the young maid. She smiled awkwardly at Zhang Huan's gaze and rubbed her red eyes.

"Go back to sleep. If anyone asks, just say I said it."

Zhang Huan said.

This maidservant had been with him since he was five years old. Over the years, even if she had no credit, she had worked hard.

Unlike those masters who felt it was their right to exploit their slaves, he treated them as human beings and sometimes gave them convenience and care.

It could be said that it was due to different concepts of civilization, or that he was deliberately trying to win people's hearts. In any case, the maid knew how good Zhang Huan was, and she served him wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly.

In ancient times, servants such as maids and slaves had no nationality and were no different from slaves, except that they were given a nicer name.

In her master's house, she is not even as good as cows and horses. Even as Zhang Huan's maid, she has to do a lot of work on a daily basis.

"Hehe, thank you for your consideration, young master. I will leave first."

The maid was very relaxed. She waved goodbye to Zhang Huan with a bright smile, without any estrangement between them, and left with light steps.

After she left, Zhang Huan took the book and went back to the room alone, closed the doors and windows, and sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed.

"All in all, my body has almost absorbed enough energy and spirit, so I can try to attack today."

Zhang Huan said in a deep voice. The paper figure in front of him had changed significantly from the first time he saw it. It was fatter and bulged like a balloon.

The talisman paper also turned from black to white, emitting crystal white light, like a piece of white jade. Under the years of cleansing by Zhang Huan's essence, it has faded the strange black color and become more sacred.

"The Paper Man Entering the Dao Talisman will help me achieve my own self, eliminate weirdness, and open up a new door of potential."

Zhang Huan reached out and grabbed it, then rubbed the black paper man and the talisman paper together.

The paper man was crying blood in his hands and struggling with his hands and feet, but he belonged to Zhang Huan, so how could he resist Zhang Huan?

With his other hand, Zhang Huan took off the shiny white talisman paper and stuffed the paper man, which had expanded several times larger, into the talisman paper.

He guessed that the two were originally one and the same, but something changed before Zhang Huan woke up, causing them to separate.

Now, when they were combined in his hands, the little man was completely stuffed in. A strange black paper man appeared on the white talisman paper, like an independent space. It was still shedding blood and tears inside, and its two empty eyes stared straight at Zhang Huan.

Streams of energy gushed out from the space like rainbows, the breath of young life, curling like smoke.

The little man's body quickly deflated, and soon returned to its original shape.

The essence gathered in front of Zhang Huan, colorful and flowing towards the talisman paper in a guiding manner. It did not enter the space inside, but directly flowed into the source of the physique from all directions, completing this part of the origin.

Zhang Huan's body began to become crystal clear and bright, like a precious talisman, emitting rays of light from time to time, and his body began to transform.

Without further ado, Zhang Huan stuffed another strange little man in. There were five of them in total, and all were absorbed by the corresponding talisman paper.

Five jade talismans were arranged neatly in front of Zhang Huan. Zhang Huan's body changed accordingly, each time more powerful than the last. By the fifth time, he had the ability to cleanse the bones and marrow, and was autonomously eliminating impurities.

His physique was activated a second time, affecting Zhang Huan's entire body and even his soul. He rushed in a shorter direction, greatly improving his aptitude.

It only took a moment for Zhang Huan to be reborn. Now, in terms of aptitude, he is not inferior to a first-class king.

"As long as I can cultivate immortality, I can find a way to improve even the poorest aptitude. Now this aptitude is already very good."

Although he cannot be compared with the Chaos Body and other physiques, Zhang Huan himself is better than a mere Chaos Body.

Then he sat cross-legged on the bed. Even though his body was sticky and smelly, Zhang Huan did not get out of bed.

He wanted to take this opportunity to quickly become a real monk and break into the Fountain of Life in one night. Then, washing away the dirt would be just a matter of a small spell.

There is a simple formation under the bed, which contains the source that Zhang Huan collected every day. It can hide the breath and provide spiritual energy.

He activated it immediately, bathed in the spiritual energy, and began to impact the sea of ​​​​wheels.

The lights in the room were out and it was pitch black. Outside, heavy snow was falling and the wind was freezing. It seemed as if there was no sound at all between heaven and earth.

With an ample supply of spiritual energy, Zhang Huan worked tirelessly and his realm rose rapidly.

For the entire night, the most outstanding genius of the younger generation of the Zhang family could only sense the wheel sea.

But Zhang Huan had already opened up the Sea of ​​Bitterness, dug out the Fountain of Life, and even initially constructed the Divine Bridge, becoming a cultivator at the Divine Bridge realm.

The hour of Mao is when people sleep the deepest. The air is thick with fog and the chill seems to freeze one's bones.

Two slight footsteps were heard outside the house, although they were deliberately concealed, they could not escape Zhang Huan's spiritual perception.

There were two people. They walked to the window quietly and peeked inside. They did not find Zhang Huan in the room.

"That little bastard is not here. What should I do?"

"I don't care, this kid must die today, otherwise..."

People outside the house were talking quietly, and there was a sense of rudeness in their words.

Zhang Huan recognized the two voices; they were the Great Elder's son and his daughter-in-law.

They sneaked over late at night and wanted to kill him. These two people...
Zhang Huan narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)