The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 116 Lingbao Tianzun
Far in the sky, Duan De took a long breath through his nose, immersed himself in the sight, and exhaled slowly.

"I smelled that scent, it is undoubtedly the inheritance of the Supreme Ancient Heavenly Venerable!"

Pointing his finger forward, Duan De spoke with certainty and a firm tone.

Although the spirit boat did not catch his eye, he temporarily ignored it. No secret treasure could be as important as the supreme inheritance.

After he finished speaking, the saints and believers behind Duan De's eyes lit up, and they shouted and praised Duan De in worship.

"Even the inheritance left by the ancient celestial master can be easily found. The master's unfathomable ability is so great that even the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth have to compete to worship him."

"The leader also has great wisdom and compassion. He sacrificed himself to save all living beings and saved all souls before the great disaster. He did not hesitate to give up the inheritance of the Supreme Ancient Heavenly Venerable. This is a record of immeasurable merits."

The momentum is like wave after wave of the tide, and it is completely used to refer to the ancient sages who have made great achievements.

Some emperors did not even receive such evaluation, but the fanatical saints put it on Duan De's head.

Some people even think that Duan De should be remembered in the history books, and that he should be worshipped by various religions and sects in later generations, and that he was severely tortured.

Zhang Huan, who knew Duan De's true identity, covered his eyes on the spirit boat. He couldn't bear to watch it any longer. All the saints in the double digits were fooled by Duan De.

"Master, it's really you who is here!"

When he saw that it was Duan De, the Saint with the Mustache could not hide his joy. He was so lucky that he met his master head-on just when he got into trouble.

The saint with a mustache flew up excitedly to ask for help, and bowed before Duan De, with a blazing light in his eyes that was no less than that of other believers.

Duan De looked at him suspiciously, frowned and blinked twice.

"Master? Which root are you?"

I don't have much impression of the Saint with the Mustache. He has fooled so many people that I can't remember him for the moment.

Seeing that Duan De was stuck for a moment and didn't respond to him, the Saint with the Mustache took the initiative to speak again.

"It's me, Xiao Ba from Taihao Holy Land, the one you personally accepted as your personal disciple."

"Oh, it's you, Xiao Ba."

Duan De's eyes were blank, but he pretended to know the man and replied hypocritically with a fake smile.

But he reacted the next moment, changing his gentle and otherworldly demeanor. He was so angry that he wanted to curse, but his demeanor was instantly broken and he could no longer pretend.

"What an unlucky name, damn Wuliang Tianzun, are you tired of living? How dare you try to get close to me and take advantage of me?"

It was the first time for Duan De to suffer such a loss. He could not tolerate it any more, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists.

"I don't believe you really have this name!"

There was anger in his eyes, and he wanted to teach "Xiao Ba" in front of him an unforgettable lesson on the spot.

The followers behind him were also eager to try, daring to do this to the originator of their shameless art, the great leader of the evil wind holy religion, the wise prophet who had saved them from suffering and hardship.
Such disrespect should be punished!
The monks, all of whom were at the Saint King level, unleashed their full-force pressure, which was so great that not even an ancient star could withstand it, let alone a living being. It was heavier than a mountain weighing ten thousand tons, and the Saint with the Mustache's legs were shaking for a moment.

Zhang Huan frowned on the spirit boat, seeing that a fight was about to break out. Duan De wanted to turn against him, so to be on the safe side he pulled the saint girl into the inner room and observed secretly.

The saint girl beside him saw that the situation was not optimistic, so she put down her work, grabbed Zhang Huan's sleeve, and looked uneasy.

“I always feel like there’s something more.”

Her expression seemed as if she had some doubts in her heart that were unanswered. Zhang Huan gestured to her to rest assured and not to think about so many useless things. Things have not yet developed to a bad point.

Looking at the tense situation on the field, Zhang Huan began to make plans. If the saint with a mustache on their side was really in danger, he would forcefully open up a way out.

The situation was not yet clear and Zhang Huan was still observing when a voice suddenly came into his mind, abrupt, strange and unexpected.

"What a young King of Slashing Dao, have you practiced the Secret of Combining Words?"

A neutral voice cannot be distinguished as male or female.

Zhang Huan frowned slightly, and alertly circulated all his spiritual power. He put down the saint, and his spiritual consciousness vigilantly swept in all directions.

It did not come from those saints far away, there are others here who have not appeared.

"You want to find me? Give up. You can't find me. In this ruins, I don't exist anywhere, and yet I am everywhere. I have already transcended the heavens and the earth."

The divine thoughts went straight into his mind, and he couldn't even find where they came from. It was as if someone was talking to him directly in his mind.

"Don't be so secretive. What kind of ability do you have? I'll know if you have mastered the secret of word formation as soon as I see you."

Zhang Huan calmly probed, his words were a bit extreme, but as he was inside the treasure shuttle he was not afraid that someone would be able to get close and kill him.

Since it can emit divine thoughts, it must be something with divine consciousness. Even a ghost would not be as mysterious as he said.

The owner of the divine consciousness seemed a little furious after hearing this and immediately scolded.

"You are not worthy enough. You are far from it. You must at least be the great emperor of the world to have the qualifications for me to show up on my own initiative."

"If I hadn't seen that you were practicing the secret of word formation and felt a little bit of familiarity with you, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you, a bug who doesn't know what he is doing."

Zhang Huan snorted coldly and ignored the divine thoughts that came from him.

Only the emperor is qualified to see it. How dare you brag about it? It's just something pretentious. Where does the confidence come from?

Being able to see through Zhang Huan's plans to change the world and discover that Zhang Huanxiu had a secret of forming characters, he might have some abilities, but it's not as he said.

If it is really as powerful as it says, why bother to investigate secretly? Is it that it can't or it doesn't dare, or maybe both.

"You still have the nerve to brag about yourself. If it is really as you said, why did you just watch those saints and cause trouble in your territory?"

It's totally inconsistent.

At the sky, seeing that Duan De had already taken a step forward and was about to attack without recognizing anyone, a voice from the followers shouted at him to stop.

"Wait, he really seems to be the leader's disciple. This is just a misunderstanding. Don't do anything yet!"

A Saint King among the believers exclaimed, recognizing the identity of the Saint with a mustache.

"He was collected by the leader when he was traveling in the Northern Divine Region for archaeological excavations. He did not bring it back to the sect, so none of you knew about it. I was the only one accompanying the leader at the time."

"The origin of Xiao Ba is that the leader saw that his mustache was funny, so he gave him this name. The original intention was to make fun of him, and there was no disrespect in it."

A Saint King explained the whole story, leaving Duan De stunned on the spot, his face suddenly turning blue and purple.

The saint with a mustache didn't bother to observe the other's expression. He wiped the sweat off his head and explained the relationship between the master and the disciple. "Xiao Ba was able to advance from a novice saint to the peak in just a few hundred years, all thanks to the thick-skinned technique taught by the master."

"If it weren't for it, Xiao Ba would have to spend thousands of years to accumulate enough resources to break through. Xiao Ba has no way to repay such a great favor. Please accept my disciple's greetings!"

Listening to the gossips that were directed at him, Duan De felt so angry that he couldn't get a word out. He felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

As wise as he was, he actually dug such a big hole for himself one day.

This happened before.

He went out for archaeological research and visited several tomb owners in succession, but his harvest was very poor.

Unexpectedly, he met the saint with a mustache on the road. He keenly realized that his ancient scriptures were extraordinary and was delighted.

Using his own improvised shameless tricks, he obtained the other party's family's handed-down scriptures for free as a gift for becoming a disciple.

After fooling people, he forgot about it and never mentioned it to anyone else. He never thought of accepting any disciples in the first place. He was just targeting that scripture to cheat people.

Such a long time has passed, and I didn’t expect to run into the real boss again today.

"Stop, stop, stop. You are my apprentice now, okay? If you want to acknowledge me as your master, then stop calling me Xiaoba. Just acknowledge me as your master, I beg you."

Duan De's eyes were dark, and he lost his temper like a dumb person who had eaten bitter herbs. He admitted it first and forced him not to say these two words again, otherwise the master-disciple relationship would be severed on the spot.

If it weren't for the loyal fans he has been cultivating over the years, Duan De would have been exposed long ago. He is the only one in this world who can take advantage of others, no one can take advantage of him!

"Master, are you here to seek opportunities? I just heard you talk about the inheritance of the Heavenly Master."

The mustache saint said sincerely.

"I know that my strength is low, and I am afraid that I can't help Master much, and it will cause unnecessary trouble. I have important things to do, so I hope Master can help me and my group leave this strange space."

Duan De was hypocritical. He looked very disappointed after hearing this, but he also expressed his understanding. After all, everyone has such moments.

But in fact, this was exactly what he wanted, and he added in his heart that it would be best to go far away and never see her again.

However, Duan De's shrewd eyes turned, he couldn't work in vain, seeing that the Saint with the Moustache was so anxious, he had to make more money from him.

"Since you have something important to do, Master will not sit idly by. However, this space is the product of the manifestation of the ancient Tianzun's relics. With Master's strength, I can't help you, unless..."

Duan De looked embarrassed and left his words half-said.

"unless?"

"Unless there is some treasure of a good level that can blow up this already stable alien space, Master can only work slowly. It will take at least ten days."

He pretended to sigh helplessly and glanced quietly at the Tongtian Lingzhou in the distance.

It was quiet inside the spirit boat. They didn't know yet that a spiritual consciousness had been communicating with Zhang Huan for quite some time under their noses.

Only the breath of two people could be sensed, but three different voices appeared.

"Little bug, I have been supreme and unique since I was born, how can you question me?

They are just a few larger ants, which can be easily destroyed. Have you ever seen anyone care about insignificant ants? So what if they make a fuss for a while?"

"You feel guilty. If that's the case, then why don't you take action? Instead, you hide and dare not show yourself. You take advantage of the saints in the distance to attract their attention and secretly talk to me, the only weak Slayer monk present. What are you thinking?"

"I once made an agreement with Lingbao Tianzun to grant his descendants a chance of good fortune, so I took a fancy to you who practiced the Lingbao word-combination secret. This is an opportunity that Lingbao has worked so hard to obtain. Since you don't know what's good for you, then wait for the next one."

The voice was cold and ruthless, with a heavy cold snort, as if he was really angry at Zhang Huan for not knowing what was good for him, and took back the good fortune that he was about to give to Zhang Huan.

In Zhang Huan's eyes, it just seemed like an excuse for a lie that had been exposed, clumsy and full of loopholes.

"You said you wanted to send good fortune, but I think it's the other way around. You want to take my life."

Duan De said that this place is a relic with the inheritance of the ancient Tianzun. The owner of the divine consciousness is definitely not an outsider cultivator, but a dirty thing left behind.
Only something like this could escape the eyes of the saints, and could also be used to secretly collude with Zhang Huan using something in the ruins.

The reason why she lured Zhang Huan was definitely because she saw that he was easy to attack. She wanted to take over his body, absorb his essence, or control him to release some seal.

Perhaps it has something to do with the spiritual treasures that it has mentioned many times. After all, this kind of ghost-related thing has a natural hostility towards everything related to spiritual treasures that is comparable to a blood feud.

Zhang Huan spread his spiritual sense and scanned across space. The entrance to the ruins must be somewhere here, and that thing must be hidden inside.

Zhang Huan not only practiced the secret of forming characters, but also the secret of forming characters before them. His spiritual awareness had already become extremely powerful.

With the ten-fold amplification of the "Jie" secret, he was far stronger than ordinary saints. Avoiding Duan De and the other saints, Zhang Huan covered the entire space.

In the colorful space barrier that was like a wall, he found a clue: a mysterious door was looming and blended into the barrier, which ordinary people could not find at all.

Except for the expert Duan De and Zhang Huan, no one else present could detect anything unusual even if the Saint King's spiritual sense swept over them.

"Is this your omnipresence and nowhereness? You are just pretending to be mysterious, but in fact you are weak inside. It's just like this. You are just borrowing the power of others. What are you in yourself?"

Zhang Huan said in a deep voice.

"Good boy, you have some skills, but you are still just an ant. Be prepared to pay the price for angering me. I will refine your soul after you die, making you wish for death every moment and regret your arrogance at this moment."

The owner of the divine consciousness no longer concealed his intention and gritted his teeth to refine Zhang Huan.

"Since you stepped into this place, your death has been determined. Although Ling Bao left his legacy here, this is actually the place where he suppressed a ghost emperor, and it also sealed thousands of weird things."

At the same time he told a terrible truth.

"Over this long period of time, the ghosts are no longer as weak as they were when they were suppressed. They have evolved by devouring each other and have broken free from some of the constraints of the spiritual treasures.

You are just a cultivator at the king level. What use is it to have the group of secrets? Even if you have the complete nine secrets, it’s useless!

If you want to leave alive, you must have the ability to defeat ghosts and inherit spiritual treasures to drive away ghosts and evil spirits."

"But if you had it, why would you come here to look for the inheritance left by Lingbao? Besides, the inheritance here has been destroyed long ago. Even if you wanted to find it, it's gone. Just wait to die!"

The triumphant laughter was no longer concealed, filling the entire space. This time, even his spiritual thoughts were not concealed, as if he was sure of victory.

In the colorful space barrier, the looming door slowly solidified, as if someone from inside pushed it.

The door gradually opened, and a dark cloud of air emerged from inside, covering the entire space.
　The Godly Equipment is great for the dungeon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)