The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 153: The Master of the Aoki Seal
Fortunately, the unusual movement of the green copper block did not attract the attention of the courtesan.

She was not on high alert as it was the laziest moment, otherwise she would not be sleeping soundly naked.

There are strict restrictions inside and outside the house. If it weren't for someone like Zhang Huan, he would definitely be discovered if he broke in without permission.

"My green copper block is a rather large piece, made up of several fragments fused together, accounting for about one tenth of the whole."

“The others only have a fragment at most, and the remnants of the Heavenly Court may not have much at this time.

Besides, there is a secret method covering it. Just because my green copper block can sense other fragments of the immortal tripod, it doesn’t mean that other fragments can also sense mine.”

From the facts, the fragments of the Immortal Cauldron in this woman's body did not vibrate, otherwise she should have felt it and been awakened.

Zhang Huan stopped at the outer wall and hesitated for a moment. Seeing that her breathing was steady and she was still sleeping soundly, he went back into her boudoir.

Walking through the luxurious decorations, he stopped half a meter away from the bed and stopped taking another step. He already had a warning in his heart.

"This bed is a treasure, carved from a large piece of blood phoenix wood. It is very beneficial for spiritual cultivation. It is not available to ordinary quasi-emperors."

No wonder this woman, who has already achieved a high level of cultivation, still sleeps soundly like an ordinary person. She must be practicing some dream-entering technique to enhance her spiritual power.

There are numerous array patterns and prohibitions on the Phoenix Wood, which are hidden but activated all the time. The core imprint can be activated at any time, unleashing amazing energy.

"Having a piece of Blood Phoenix Wood is not a simple treasure, and this piece of Phoenix Wood has been processed by a master. It has both offensive and defensive capabilities, and its magical effects are also enhanced."

This master's strength was at least at the level of alternative enlightenment, and the methods he left behind gave Zhang Huan a subtle warning.

He was good at the formation on the Phoenix Wood, but the rest of the restrictions could only be destroyed by force. Zhang Huan could do it, but
He was afraid of alerting the enemy, so he knew nothing about the background of this courtesan or the people behind her.

Being able to carry the fragments of the Immortal Cauldron and display such great power, the courtesan in front of him must have other life-saving things on her.

If he couldn't capture her quietly, Zhang Huan's expression would become more and more strange. After all, it was already very strange to walk around as an oiran.

In Zhang Huan's opinion, only some spies who collect intelligence would do this, acting under some convenient guise.

And she was obviously not a pawn of low status. The resources she displayed were not much worse than those of the emperor's son. Just picking out a bottle from the randomly placed bottles and jars would be enough to make the saint salivate.

"What kind of princess is this from a declining family? Or is she a gifted genius with great fortune who will rise and fall as time goes by?"

Zhang Huan shook his head, shook off these thoughts, looked around, and quietly left the boudoir to remove all traces of his presence.

I heard that this girl has been in Yudie Pavilion for nearly two years. Anyway, she can't run away for a while, so we'll keep her for the time being.

It is not convenient to attack here, so we can find another breakthrough. The young man who went to the Western Church still has the mark left by Zhang Huan on his body.

Even the Great Sage of the Western Church is a soft persimmon to Zhang Huan. He is much easier to deal with than the courtesan here. He can easily find out a series of connections behind the scenes.

"Well, is it finished?"

Zhang Huan went back along the same route and saw that several of the four people had already fallen down due to exhaustion and were snoring loudly. The whole trip took less than a few minutes, which was really fast.

Zhang Huan returned to the room, held his breath, and sat quietly on the bed. He stayed like this until the next day.

He casually cast a spell to alter part of the memories of the two girls in the room, put them on the bed, and left in the early morning.

After saying a few words to the waitress outside the door, he returned to the hotel early without waiting for the four people who came with him.

On the way, he split into two bodies. The main body went to the Western Church, and the clone stayed behind to play the role, with a few drops of the White Tiger Clan's precious blood in his hand.

To Zhang Huan, this is the least precious blood, but to the members of the White Tiger clan other than the direct descendants, it is a miraculous opportunity that can change their destiny.

After an in-depth understanding, he chose a male cultivator named Bai Li among the four. This man had an acceptable character and the best family background among the four, so he was the most worthy of training.

Speeding at lightning speed and with the space being torn apart, Zhang Huan soon arrived at the sphere of influence of the Western Religion.

This sect is located on a huge mountain that reaches the sky. It is said that the founder of the sect attained enlightenment on this mountain and entered the realm of the Great Saint, which lasted for five thousand years.
Up to now, it has become a major force with a history of more than ten thousand years. It occupies a blessed land in Zhongzhou and has a great reputation, on par with other first-class forces, second only to the Jidao Family.

The contemporary leader, the Great Saint Xiji, lived for three thousand years and is estimated to live for another four to five thousand years. This sect can still prosper for quite some time.

The core sphere of influence of this sect covers an area of ​​tens of millions of miles. On top of an incredibly large mountain, the Xiji Sect rises above the clouds like the sun.

"It is certainly not as good as Kunlun, but it is also a rare and unique peak. The good fortune in it is more than enough to nourish the power of a great saint of a sect."

Brilliantly shining with golden light, the Immortal Gate seemed to be the legendary heaven, uninhabited by humans. Below it were countless man-made strongholds providing a place for the common people to live and work.

"Oh? It's similar to the Taiji Temple I saw in the northwest continent. It's also a holy mountain, with mortals below and immortals above."

It’s just that the holy mountain in the Taiji Temple was transformed from a holy vessel, while the one here is a natural boulder mountain born from heaven and earth.

"Let's fight quickly and decisively. Today is the second day that the two tribes have attacked Kunlun. The news has spread almost everywhere. Zhongzhou will definitely attract attention from all sides. If we delay any longer, it will be difficult to act."

Zhang Huan concealed his body and flew vertically into the sky, passing through the clouds. There was a brilliant starry sky above his head.

Under the cover of his spiritual consciousness, the young man who had been the Taoist master that day came into view, and beside him followed several disciples of the Western religion, who were dressed in different clothes and were all extremely respectful to him.

"Master Tianxu won first place in this year's internal competition. In the future, he will be the leader's personal disciple and have a high status. We are lucky to be chosen to follow him in advance. We are also blessed by Master."

Several disciples felt proud of him and followed him around, praising him endlessly.

"The internal competition is related to the honor, disgrace, rise and fall of a class of disciples, and it also determines the future cultivation resources and achievements. It is the biggest competition in every disciple's life.

Previously, no one was optimistic about Lord Tianxu, and all placed their bets on the four talents. Hehe, who would have thought that the previously unknown Lord would be the biggest dark horse, emerging as a dark horse and winning the first place in this session.

Those four Tianjiao from the sect have all entered the realm of semi-saints and have the potential to reach the eight forbidden realms. Even though they are extremely talented, they still lost to our Lord Tianxu."

Several people were excited, half sighing and half praising Tianxu's terrifying talent. He was only at the eighth level of the Dao of Slashing during the competition, but he defeated a semi-saint who possessed a domain and had just tasted the laws.

Those people were also famous geniuses in Zhongzhou. They became famous at a young age and had the terrifying foundation of the Eight Forbiddens at a very early age. They were invincible in the same realm, but they were still defeated by Tianxu, who had just arrived not long ago.

This result stunned some elders who supported the Four Talents. They were all geniuses, but one of them defeated a half-saint. This achievement was rare in ancient and modern times.

All those who can do it are real monsters, and their future achievements will far exceed theirs, even the so-called four geniuses can hardly reach them, and they lowered their heads. However, Tianxu, who was surrounded by the crowd, just smiled and cooperated. He looked gentle on the surface, but his brows were slightly frowned in displeasure, without revealing any real feelings.

“He defeated a semi-saint who also possessed the eight forbidden things. He defeated four of them at once? Unless he possesses the divine forbidden things, it’s simply impossible.”

As an eyewitness, Zhang Huan knew very well how hopeless the Saint's Barrier was. Even a genius at the peak of the Eight Forbidden Ways of Killing could only have a chance to escape from the most rubbish Half-Saint!

Just half a level higher is the suppression of heaven over earth.

That is a chasm and a myth that cannot be broken at all. Anyone who can fight across levels will be beaten back to the starting point and suppressed to the point of ineffectiveness, making all the "bans" useless.

Unless the divine ban is triggered!
But is that possible? A genius like Yin Tiande can only trigger the forbidden realm of God at this level. Whether he can trigger it again in battle depends entirely on luck!
Not everyone is Zhang Huan, and of course, not everyone is Yin Tiande.

Zhang Huan was in the cold sky, close to the starry sky, and his spiritual consciousness followed Tianxu until he bid farewell to several people, entered the inner gate, and returned to the cabinet that belonged to the true teachings.

Once there was no one around, he put a few talismans on the door to prevent prying eyes. He no longer pretended to be a man, and his eyes were full of disdain and disgust.

"A few ants who will never become saints in their lifetime are like dog-skin plasters. It's disgusting to look at them. In my previous life, I wouldn't even look at them."

Tianxu frowned, showing disgust, and his face was full of impatience.

"I am a powerful and influential quasi-emperor, but I have to live in this small Western Church. Damn it, why did my quasi-emperor soldiers lose contact?"

The pale scholar's face twitched a little, and he clenched his fists in anger. He was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

Suddenly, Tianxu looked to the side abruptly, his hair standing on end shuddering. He instantly gathered all his spiritual power, unable to believe that there was an enemy attack in the area where his core disciple was.

A dark figure emerged from the shadows beside him, and grabbed his face with five fingers spread out.

"save"

Before he could even shout out, a powerful pressure enveloped the room. Five fingers pierced into the top of his head, making his whole body unable to move.

"He was able to sense the danger the moment I made my move. His awareness is far beyond that of an ordinary cultivator."

Zhang Huan believed what he had just said. At least in Zhang Huan's opinion, ordinary saints would not be so spiritual, and their performance would be much worse than that of the person in his hand.

A quasi-emperor of unknown origin, quite young, suspected to be his second life.

In this case, the answer to his duplicity and sophisticated way of dealing with things is clear.
"If there is any secret, I will find it out by searching your soul. Nothing in your mind can escape my eyes."

Blood was oozing out of his crown, his face was dyed red and looked hideous, he was unwilling to be controlled like this.

"Did you become overconfident and end up in trouble? Now that you remember to put restrictions on yourself, it's too late!"

After controlling Tianxu's movements, Zhang Huan set up another formation in the house, then broke into his consciousness, revealing all of this person's past memories.

"When I was young, I followed a branch of the remnants of the Heavenly Court to the ancient star of Honghuang, where I cultivated and multiplied. After I became successful in my cultivation, I entered the ancient road of the starry sky."

He went crazy killing people on the ancient human road and nearly died countless times. Fortunately, he got various opportunities and always rose again from the ruins, and his cultivation reached a higher level.

After achieving the level of a Great Sage, he sensed a crisis within his tribe and returned to the ancient times. He single-handedly defeated three Great Sages and saved the remaining tribe from an impossible situation.

Afterwards, he moved his entire clan to another planet, and after stabilizing the clan, he set out again. This time, he fought bloody battles in the starry sky for two thousand years, and finally became a quasi-emperor, with his reputation spreading throughout all regions.

He collected countless rare treasures and made his own quasi-imperial weapon - the Aoki Seal.

He had the desire to become an emperor and practiced in the starry sky for four thousand years. However, he had passed his peak, his energy and blood gradually withered, and he stopped at the sixth level of quasi-emperor. He was powerless to move on to the next level.

This was his limit. He had already passed middle age and there was no hope of making any more breakthroughs by practicing. He had no choice but to return to his clan.

The tribesmen lived well on the new planet. They multiplied from generation to generation and many new faces appeared, but he was not happy about it. The only thing in his heart was Emperor Cheng.

After staying in the tribe for more than ten years, he set out again, determined to die in the starry sky if he failed to become an emperor.

This trip happened to allow him to come across an opportunity, a Yinming grass that could prolong life, but another quasi-emperor also took a fancy to it, and a fierce battle broke out between the two.

The other was a peerless quasi-emperor of the eighth heaven, who was far more powerful than him. However, he took the initiative and picked the precious herb despite being seriously injured, and hid in the void for three hundred years to heal his wounds.

After tearing through the space, he realized that he had come to the primitive world again, and happened to find a small chaotic world in a cliff.
Fate is so magical, blessing and misfortune are interdependent.

He was overjoyed and set his sights on the chaotic world on the other side. He then relocated his people and founded the Tai Chi Temple.
In the last three thousand years of his life, he kept failing and could not cross the space crack here. Even in his old age, he was still reluctant to leave.
So he went to other remnants of Heaven to seek help. Some of the remnants still had supreme figures, and they retained the Heavenly Palace heritage and countless magical medicines and treasures.

He did not tell the Chaos World that it was the foundation for his becoming an emperor. He played the emotional card and made promises, and successfully got some help.

The Heavenly Palace Master gave him a few drops of immortality liquid and other precious medicines, and he left happily.

There are some opportunities that we have seen on the ancient road of the human race, which we did not get in the past due to lack of strength, but can now be planned.

He himself possesses a Yinming Grass, a rare and precious treasure. Although his flesh will decay, it can increase his lifespan by thousands of years.

He took over another body in advance and left his old body in the temple. He never returned and after he was ready, he sealed himself in a place of good fortune in Zhongzhou.

He wanted to transform from a living being into a half-human, half-ghost being. He did not ask for a second life, but only hoped to live longer at his peak and enhance his foundation.

Time does not count the years, and as he slowly transforms in the divine source, he is unaware of the passage of time in the outside world.

When I opened my eyes again, thousands of years had passed!

He successfully transformed into a half-ghost, his soul was transformed, he had the abnormal state and negative effects of a ghost, and also developed certain magical properties.

For example, his soul will always look the most youthful. After the transformation, with various life-extending external objects, he still has another 5,000 years of life left.

With five thousand years of blood and energy maintaining his youthful lifespan, he has a greater chance of becoming an emperor. Combined with his old body, he will soon be able to return to being a quasi-emperor again.

In this extra half of his life, he would not stop at the sixth level of Quasi-Emperor. Then he could plan the Chaos Small World.
Just as he was imagining the future, people from the main lineage of Heaven came to his door.

(End of this chapter)