The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 19: Becoming an Emperor
The art of controlling troops is infinitely magical.

Zhang Huan observed and practiced it repeatedly and finally grasped the key points.

If you want to master the art of controlling soldiers, you must have your own soldiers and build your own foundation.

Zhang Huan usually uses the magic jar and has no shortage of holy weapons. He is so absorbed in improving his cultivation that he has never created his own weapon.

At this moment, he had some ideas. If he had enough fairy gold, Zhang Huan might try to create an ultimate embryo device of his own.

After digesting his insights, Zhang Huan thought about how to deal with the quasi-emperor corpse, then stood up and flew towards the main hall of the underworld.

This underworld specializes in this field and has the most thorough understanding of psychic corpses. It is most suitable if one wants to know in-depth details about the quasi-emperor corpse.

If one could acquire one or two uncanny techniques to subdue corpses and ghosts and devour its essence, the threat posed by the quasi-emperor corpse would be greatly reduced.

There are still more than 20 years to plan, and Zhang Huan is confident that he can make sufficient preparations during this period. Such a huge origin is contained in a peerless quasi-emperor corpse. Just thinking about it makes him feel eager.

It was the same sexy and dashing female saint who I received last time. She was wearing professional attire that set off her figure perfectly, like a fragrant millet. Her every frown and smile exuded alluring charm.

"Hello, Great Sage. I wonder how your injuries are recovering. There are several burial pits here for you to extract essence for recuperation at any time."

The female saint's polite greeting and professional smile make people feel good about her at first sight.

"Well, only part of it has healed. I was just about to tell you about this, so I won't refuse."

Zhang Huan took the map from her hand with a smile and kept it.

Since they all offered the origin to him, Zhang Huan naturally accepted it.

"There is another private matter on this trip. I have to discuss it with you."

Zhang Huan pretended to sigh, with a look of sadness on his face.

The two came to a side room. Zhang Huan took a long breath, as if preparing himself mentally, and spoke with difficulty.

"In fact, I once had an enemy with a deep hatred for him, who had reached the level of a quasi-emperor."

"That's a psychic old corpse"

Zhang Huan showed helplessness on his face and recounted the fabricated cause and effect in detail, as if he was forced into the underworld to seek refuge because he had no other choice.

The female saint listened very attentively and did not interrupt.

A quasi-emperor-level figure like this is already the most powerful being in the universe. His every move has far-reaching implications, and any relevant information is worth paying attention to, as it may come in handy someday.

What's more, it is closely related to Zhang Huan who has entered the underworld, so he must be treated with more care.

Zhang Huan portrayed the old corpse as a great enemy. He said frankly that he had been feeling uneasy in recent days and felt that a disaster was about to happen. He used divination to deduce that it was related to the old corpse.

He also said that he would achieve his goal in one battle and become a quasi-emperor, and that he would be confident that he could fight that enemy in a bloody battle.

The previous injury was caused by his eagerness to break through.

He told the female saint his guess, that they might meet on the battlefield in the future. The old corpse was very powerful and a fight would probably put their lives in danger. He hoped that the underworld could issue some targeted and powerful talismans, or treasures with similar effects.

At least they have to give some items to restrain the corpses, otherwise Zhang Huan will feel uneasy.

The serious and solemn request made the female saint speechless and she felt embarrassed to refuse.

"If the Great Sage is determined to do so, then I can try to find some treasures that have the effect of killing corpses."

"But those who can deal with the Great Sage level must be very valuable. I can't just give them away. If the higher-ups allow it, I'm afraid the Great Sage will have to exchange them for something else."

The female saint described the whole story. Zhang Huan's eyes lit up and he agreed repeatedly, saying that it was as it should be. He took out the benefits he had received in the underworld before, such as the quasi-emperor's enlightenment, the nine-day jade and other items.

Zhang Huan didn't dare to use these things, as he thought the underworld was cruel and had secretly added things to them. Now he returned them all to him so he didn't have to carry them with him all the time.

The female saint sent the materials for approval and handed them over to her superiors for decision. It took a long time, so she could only wait and submit them to the most core people for review.

Zhang Huan was sipping tea alone, stroking the teacup with his hand, absent-minded.

After thinking about the connection between the words and his true purpose, he secretly thought that he was being too suspicious.

The universe is so vast that there are all kinds of wonders, and psychic ancient corpses are not the only ones in the underworld.

As long as he doesn't leak the information actively, no one would think that he has dug up several ancient tombs in a row, and the ancient corpses he has to deal with are still in the underworld. As the saying goes, it is darkest under the lamp.

Thinking that it wouldn't be a big problem, Zhang Huan left the hall and slowly flew towards the burial pits given by the female saint.

Sometimes they would take a long detour and use source techniques to detect abnormalities in the evil land. If their spiritual consciousness was blocked, it meant that they had probably encountered a formation restriction and there was an ancient tomb hidden inside.

The search was very thorough. Although it was a place that could be reached in a short time, Zhang Huan spent several months and found several tombs along the way. He entered each of them and made friends with the tomb owners.

A few years passed, and Zhang Huan changed the burial site again. He searched on a large scale, and occasionally made gains, and his magic power increased rapidly.

"Now I have also reached the pinnacle of the Great Saint. I have absorbed too much essence and cannot suppress my cultivation. I am about to enter the Quasi-Emperor stage."

Zhang Huan sat on a coffin, regulating the breath in his body and exclaimed in admiration.

The effect of this Heaven-Devouring Demon Art is so powerful that the later one cultivates it, the faster one's cultivation level will increase with the blessing of the source of devouring.

"Unfortunately, now is not a good time to break through. There is no other way. Let me strike again."

Zhang Huan hardened his heart and wanted to let out a breath of blood to reduce his realm to the later stage.

Now that I'm a guest in someone else's house, it wouldn't be good to invite a thunder disaster.

Although the quasi-emperor realm is powerful, it is like a highly toxic medicine to Zhang Huan. Once it is achieved, there may be unknown and strange things happening, causing him to die.

He always had concerns in his heart and was very cautious about the magic skill of absorbing the spirit and returning it to oneness.

In search of the ruthless man's inheritance, he came to the underworld to devour the origin. Everything was related to this, and he could not allow himself to be reckless.

Rather than sublimating his realm and tempering himself to become a complete quasi-emperor in one fell swoop, Zhang Huan planned to first temper his physical body and transform it into a quasi-emperor's body.

Although he has not reached that level yet, he has the power of a quasi-emperor when he raises his hand. Combined with other preparations, it is enough to deal with the psychic corpse of the quasi-emperor.

Previously, Zhang Huan practiced a magic skill that was controlled by others. All his cultivation came from it. Various characteristics of it were deeply rooted and could not be easily eliminated.

He is trapped deeper than those who practice demonic arts, and all his cultivation will only benefit the person behind the scenes in the end.

From his perspective, these practitioners of sub-demon arts were connected by an invisible thread. Even though some of the practitioners of sub-demon arts had changed their cultivation, the connection had not faded and could still be felt.

He also changed his cultivation method decades ago and no longer accepted the cultivation points transmitted by the magic skills. However, the magic skills practitioners were still being absorbed as usual. The cultivation points were still being transmitted from the invisible threads, but they disappeared strangely when they fell on Zhang Huan.

Zhang Huan suspected that he had gone to the master of the magic power.

Passing down layer by layer, the master of the magic power sits at the top of the pyramid, with puppets always helping him to spread out in the universe and enjoy the offerings of countless people.

How terrifying must the scheming and strength of this mastermind be?
As far as Zhang Huan knew, over the past thousand years, the only person who escaped was the innate Taoist fetus who had worshipped Yao Chi.

At first, her cultivation was being sucked away without her knowing it, until the West Emperor Pagoda took action and secretly severed the connection with her when her cultivation was still shallow. Other cultivators could never escape the web that Zhang Huan had woven.

If there is a layer of monks in the middle, how deep would the surveillance and secret attacks on a butterfly like me who has fallen into the trap of the master of the magic power be?
At least the other party is the same as Zhang Huan, who can take away the cultivation of a Zimogong practitioner in a moment of thought, and thus make himself a lamb to be slaughtered.

Therefore, Zhang Huan has always focused on accumulating the origin, and has suppressed his cultivation as much as possible. He hopes that after the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art is perfected, all of it will be supplied to the divine fetus, which will then break out of the cocoon and soar into the sky.

In this way, one can solve the situation of being controlled by others, gain the ability to compete with the people behind the scenes and transcend in one fell swoop, and make up for the lack of talent and compete for the throne of that life.

(End of this chapter)