The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 16: Subjugating the Quasi-Emperor

Without further delay, Zhang Huan felt the holy power in his body rapidly dissipating. Suddenly, several black tentacles emerged from his body and stabbed at the corpse.

"Chong"

The sound like the collision of Gengjin came from the pierced skin, and the strange sound came from the tentacles transformed by the magic skill. They could not withstand the impact and broke into pieces.

"As expected of a Quasi-Emperor, his body is extremely hard and contains the secrets of the laws. Few tools can harm him in the slightest."

Zhang Huan sighed that the Great Sage couldn't even break his passive defense, which was enough to show the high level of his origin. This was the first Quasi-Emperor he had devoured. He wondered how many surprises this would bring to Zhang Huan.

He could clearly feel how much explosive energy was contained in the old body in front of him. He must have been a famous and powerful figure in the starry sky when he was alive.

Taking out the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, Zhang Huan smashed it in the most primitive way. He found that controlling the imperial weapon in this way was particularly useful.

With a loud bang, the coffin made a series of crisp sounds and cracked into several long lines. The crystal jade bones of the corpse on it were dislocated, piercing through the skin, leaving several hideous bloody wounds.

"Swallow it!"

Not a drop of blood was wasted. Zhang Huan's eyes were filled with excitement. Before the blood flowed out, he stretched out his demonic tentacles and pierced into the corpse in one fell swoop, devouring everything in this body.

With abundant energy entering his body, Zhang Huan felt relaxed all over. All the pores on his body were dilated and emitting golden light. He seemed to have ascended to heaven and was enveloped by countless laws, swimming freely in the vast ocean of Tao.

This time the devouring lasted exceptionally long, for seven full days. When he opened his eyes, Zhang Huan had reached the pinnacle in all aspects and could break into the ranks of high-level great sages at any time.

Not long ago, he cut himself with a sword and fell to the third level of the Great Sage. Now, just by devouring a quasi-emperor, he has returned to the peak and even got one step closer.

This Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art is incredibly magical. As long as one has enough origin, advancement is as easy as drinking water. One does not have to worry about requirements like talent. It is simply against the will of heaven.

The one who could create such a martial art must be a ruthless person with the greatest talent.

Looking at the quasi-emperor who was only a shell of skin left, Zhang Huan was grateful from the bottom of his heart for his selfless contribution.

Arriving at the medicine garden, Zhang Huan waved his hands, and all the ancient medicinal herbs went into his sleeves. The rest of the resources were also caught and taken away by Zhang Huan.

Walking out of the tomb, Zhang Huan returned along the same route, smelling the fresh scent of soil mixed with the forest.

Walking past the stone wall, Zhang Huan took a look, then shook his head and walked out.

At this moment, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot vibrated, causing Zhang Huan to look sideways. His spiritual sense sensed that the demon box stored inside was restless, sending out waves of spiritual thoughts. Zhang Huan suppressed it even more forcefully.

"Don't try to make trouble. It will be useless to mess around with the imperial weapon. Otherwise, I will break it into pieces when I have time."

Zhang Huan warned in a cold voice. He really had this idea. Keeping weapons that are not friends but enemies will be a disaster sooner or later. It is better to eliminate them as soon as possible.

"Master, I'm not the one causing trouble. I'm just looking for an opportunity for you~"

"There is a great inheritance on that stone wall. The dead ghost carved all his own Tao on it before he died. This stone wall is equivalent to engraving all his life's learning and insights. It is of immeasurable value."

The demon box giggled and shook out the old master's inheritance, and said to Zhang Huan in a flattering manner.

"Oh, do you think I don't know there's a trap inside? Even if it's engraved with the lifelong learning of a quasi-emperor, how can I get it? If I force it and fall into the killing array, wouldn't that be exactly what you want?"

Zhang Huan smiled sinisterly, but there was no trace of a smile on his face.

He turned and walked towards the tomb again, determined to take advantage of the tomb's concealment to conceal his movements and seize the opportunity to completely destroy the demon box.

Seeing that Zhang Huan was a ruthless man and had imperial soldiers, he was fully capable of killing it and really intended to do so. The demon box was so scared that it begged for mercy again and again, and the god's mouth kept moving like a tumbleweed.

"Master, you misunderstood. Oh, I am so wronged. There is indeed a trap on the stone wall. I have a way to remove the small box, Master."

"Please spare my life. I know the graves of several other dead ghosts. I will show you a way to heaven."

Seeing that Zhang Huan was unmoved, the demon box went into the tomb and offered various temptations, such as the treasure left by the dead ghost, the ancient news, and unknown information.
In the end, he couldn't hold back his tears and begged Zhang Huan to refine it.

"Do you really want me to refine it? You should know that once the god is refined by me, his life is only in my hands, and he must never betray me." "I, Xiao He, have been waiting for a wise master like you. I beg you to refine it."

"Then don't resist, just let me refine you and follow me from now on, and I will ensure you have no worries."

The little demon box was extremely proactive. It started to refine the artifacts in the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot in cooperation with Zhang Huan. After just a few days, a quasi-imperial weapon was in Zhang Huan's hands.

There was no resistance at all during the refining process.

"Why did you take the initiative to ask for refining? What is your purpose?"

Zhang Huan asked the little demon box. Now that it was under the control of his divine mind, it only took him a thought to tell whether the god was lying or not.

If Zhang Huan senses anything abnormal, he will destroy it immediately.

“I’m scared.”

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Then it added.

"My life is my own. Why should I risk my life for a dead ghost? Don't you think so?"

"In the future, you will fight with Grandpa Gu Huangbing, and I will follow behind and drink soup. It is better than dying anyway."

"You don't need me if you can beat me, and I'm useless if you can't beat me. It's usually none of my business, and I can get the offerings for free, so why shouldn't I ask for it?"

These were all genuine thoughts. Zhang Huan felt unhappy when he heard such inappropriate words.

It is said that the character of a god is closely related to his master. What kind of out-of-touch master can cultivate such an unusual god?

"Who is your master?"

"you."

"Your former master is the dead ghost you mentioned. What is his origin?"

Zhang Huan took a long breath and made his mind as calm as a mirror.

“That must have been a very long time ago.”

The little demon box looked dazed, as if reminiscing about the distant past.

"The old ghost was born in the demon clan. He reached the fourth level of the Quasi-Emperor when he was at his peak. He followed an emperor into the underworld and became one of the high-ranking officials. He controls the life and death of billions of lives."

"As his lifespan gradually faded, he could no longer bear it. In his later years, he wandered around in the knowledge of spiritualism and reincarnation. He took the lead over the great emperor and fell asleep in a corner of the underworld, hoping to be revived in the future."

"Oh, by the way, that great emperor is called the Prison Emperor. Most of what I studied was passed down by him. I heard that he studied the Hades Emperor quite deeply and found something out of this. Therefore, I am very persistent and think that by imitating the Hades Emperor, I can live a second life."

The god succinctly recounted the past events, and Zhang Huan asked again at the appropriate time.

"Your former master is of such a high status. Does he know whether the underworld has ever recruited monks from the outside world since ancient times? What happened to them?"

"Yes, they are. They are enslaved soon after. The most common war slaves you see are like that."

"It's ridiculous to think about it. People die for money. This saying is most true for them."

The god sneered, as if saying something very ordinary, but then it let out a sound of surprise.

"Hey, aren't you from the underworld? How come you don't even know this?"

Zhang Huan smiled mysteriously at it twice and did not answer its questions.

(End of this chapter)