The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 22 Collecting the Peerless Corpse
It was obvious that these people were not as enthusiastic as when Zhang Huan first arrived. They were unwilling to even provide a burial pit and just laughed it off.

Zhang Huan secretly complained, wondering if it had anything to do with the fact that his fifty years were coming to an end.

He had wasted a lot of time preparing for the quasi-emperor catastrophe, and he had been digging graves frequently. He calculated with his fingers that he only had a few years left.

Zhang Huan stayed in the mansion to meditate and did not go anywhere during this period of time, in order to develop the potential of his body.

The quasi-emperor disaster not long ago attracted too much attention. Although there has been no promise from the person in charge, people have visited one after another.

Intent on spreading the news that he would often stay in the mansion in the future and was injured, Zhang Huan received several groups of people at intervals and put the grave digging matter on hold for the time being, waiting for the aftermath of the calamity to pass.

People who have just survived a catastrophe need to retreat for a while at the very least. Zhang Huan took the opportunity to announce that he would go into seclusion soon and would not receive any visitors before heading to the battlefield.

The injury to the Tao is not light, so it is reasonable to go into seclusion, specifically for the underworld to see.

I heard from the people who visited that people have been going to the battlefield more and more frequently recently, and nine out of ten of them are Outer Saints. Anyone can tell that something is wrong.

Some people are unhappy and have caused a lot of trouble. As a result, the underworld plans to impose martial law and strictly control the communication between the outer saints. I'm afraid it won't be long before it is announced.

The saints are all in danger, and there is a sense of panic.

This has little to do with Zhang Huan. The underworld’s move should be to defeat some kind of secret alliance among the outer saints, such as the group formed by the Great Sage Kun before.

He was not that afraid of this because he was innocent and the blame could not be traced to him.

For him, it is more important to eliminate the attention of the underworld and everyone. Just keep a low profile for a while and everything will fall into place. He can wait for the right opportunity to act.

After seeing off the visitors, Zhang Huan opened the formation of his mansion and officially announced that he was in seclusion.

As spring went and autumn came, the leaves grew and withered, and after several years, no one came to visit again.

Zhang Huan calmly digested what he had gained and had completely mastered the power of the Quasi-Emperor. The power of his physical body could easily tear apart space and reach its peak. It seemed as if his pure strength could kill the Great Sage with a single punch.

With just a thought, he can step on the vast universe and truly cross the void. From then on, there is no difference in distance in the universe in his eyes and there is no place in the universe that he cannot reach.

Now he no longer needed to restrain his pressure, and he truly had control over everyone like he was using his arms. Even if a cultivator passed by him normally, they would not be able to detect his presence at all, and would think he was just an ordinary person.

Only some truly powerful people in the starry sky can vaguely sense the vast power hidden in his body.

Zhang Huan's practice was derived from the Tianzun inheritance of the Bing Zi Mi, and he arbitrarily named it the Xiao Bing Zi Mi. He first created a weapon embryo with the Dao pattern. It has not been condensed yet, but its shape has been initially determined.

If we were to ask what kind of device a cultivator who practices the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art is most likely to create, it would have to be the Dao Vase, which is the most compatible with the magic art and complements it, and can bring out the greatest ability of the magic art.

After the divine fetus is condensed, the Dao Vase will turn into nutrients along with the old body. Therefore, Zhang Huan did not worry too much about it. He would think about his own weapon later and first take the prerequisite of the secret of the little soldier on the top of the vase.

He has also been practicing the ruthless secret techniques and is now able to use several of them at the same time, so his progress is promising.

Zhang Huan opened his eyes and calculated. There were still two years left until the deadline, and he felt that the time was almost right.

In the past few years, because Zhang Huan deliberately spread the news of his retreat, he avoided a lot of troubles and no one has come to his house to ask for a meeting for a long time.

After being quiet for such a long time, Zhang Huan didn't believe that there were still eyes in the underworld watching him, and even if there were, he could get away with it.

The promise made several years ago came in handy.

Zhang Huan stood up and left openly, walking around slowly, as if appreciating the unique scenery of the land of evil.

He first went to the main hall and asked the person in charge why the healing items had not been seen yet.

It was almost time to go to the battlefield, but Zhang Huan had not seen what the other party promised, so it was understandable that he blamed him.

The other party refused, saying that it was difficult and he just couldn't produce anything. Zhang Huan pretended to be helpless and left in dismay.

After leaving the hall, Zhang Huan sneered, made sure that there was no one following him along the way, and went straight to the Sea of ​​Bones.

He wanted to end the battle quickly and kill the psychic old corpse quietly before returning to the main hall.

A large source magic formation had already been set up here, and after it is activated, no sound will be heard for a while.

Zhang Huan directly activated the formation, isolating the inner world. He stepped on the jagged white bones and punched several times directly above the tomb. His energy and blood were extremely fierce, and opened up a bottomless road.

The other side is where the old corpse lies. The deathly aura is like a deadly poison, damp and green, floating layer by layer in the mausoleum. Coupled with the increasingly strong and peerless aura, even the Great Sage would tremble and feel uneasy when seeing it.

Zhang Huan waved his hand, fanned away the deathly aura, broke it with force, and despite the pressure, he walked all the way to the front of the psychic old corpse and stood in front of its coffin.

"Now, back off. Nothing will happen."

"One more step forward and you will die!"

A faint divine thought came out from the coffin. It was threatening, and the voice was as eerie as a ghost.

It doesn't want to be born, even though it has come to this.

"boom!"

Zhang Huan responded with his fist, hitting the coffin hard. Even though it was made of sacred wood and was as hard as iron, it was still smashed to pieces.

An old corpse with disheveled hair jumped out. Its face could not be seen clearly, except for two bright red eyeballs emitting a creepy light through the gaps in its hair. Its body was as dry and rotten as firewood, and it looked like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin, as if possessed by a ghost.

"Boy, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

The corpse qi surged a thousandfold, the old corpse let out a long and shrill howl, its eyes full of hatred.

It was extremely angry and was forced to interrupt at the most critical moment. Its potential was completely dissipated and it had no possibility of surpassing its predecessor.

The culprit was right in front of him, and the old corpse exploded on the spot, wanting to tear Zhang Huan into pieces.

"Sure enough, the strength has dropped significantly."

Zhang Huan felt the breath coming from the old corpse's body and his confidence increased.

It did not inherit anything from the original body, and now its cultivation has been damaged, barely escaping the fall from quasi-emperor.

In this case, even if his predecessor was an unparalleled quasi-emperor, Zhang Huan would not be afraid and had the confidence to kill him!

After taking the old corpse's move, Zhang Huan stepped back, threw out the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, enlarged it, turned the jar upside down and let it fall, sealing the surrounding space tightly.

As an additional layer of insurance, without using extreme power, the hardness of the magic jar is simply used to limit the range of the old corpse's activities.

First, he left it with nowhere to escape, and then he sacrificed the Soul-Fixing Pearl. The withered yellow light illuminated the entire space. The old corpse covered its face and wailed in fear, completely losing the deadly aura it had the previous moment, and rolled around in a panic.

Under the illumination of this bead, the Yin corpse's strength was reduced to only one tenth of what it was. Even if the old corpse still retained the principles of a quasi-emperor, it would be difficult for it to display them. With Zhang Huan's quasi-emperor level body, it was enough to subdue it.

Zhang Huan rushed forward and smashed the old corpse's head with a blow, splashing bright red blood. The space was shaking under the power of his fist. The old corpse struggled to resist, but was suppressed and could not make any waves.

He was not even proficient in performing the secret techniques and magical powers, and the old corpse was beaten passively. His mind was suddenly drained away, and fear and panic appeared in his eyes.

It wanted to escape but couldn't find a way out, so Zhang Huan grabbed it and suppressed it, using a secret technique to grab the space in its mind. Its soul hid and trembled.

"It's so easy, it's really unexpected."

Zhang Huan exhaled and said to himself. He thought he would have to go through a fierce battle, but he didn't expect the soul nurtured in this old corpse to be so weak. He had the strength of a quasi-emperor but didn't know how to use it. When he met a cultivator of the same level, he could only passively take the beating.

After subduing him, Zhang Huan explored his soul and discovered that the spirit raised in the corpse of the quasi-emperor had never fought before. It had always stayed in the body and did not even inherit all the memories of the original body.

"That's right. After all, it was conceived from a corpse. Moreover, it has not yet successfully entered the human body, so it is incomplete."

As a result of this situation, although it had inherited some of its predecessor's good fortune, it had no corresponding experience and could only rely on instinct to fight, which was why it was so miserable.

However, no matter how unbearable he is, no ordinary Great Sage can challenge him. Even if the quasi-emperor's power is used instinctively, the power is enough to kill the Great Sage easily.

According to Yao He's speculation, the predecessor of this quasi-emperor was at least the sixth level of quasi-emperor.

He beat it for such a long time but only hurt its skin and flesh. With the protection of the law, Zhang Huan took a long time to pull the soul out of its body.

If the essence of such a strong man was completely devoured by Zhang Huan, it would definitely help Zhang Huan to advance to an extremely powerful level, and even if he could make several corpse pills, he would have enough energy to make them.

Now that he had obtained the quasi-emperor body, Zhang Huan looked at its soul and used his fingers to cast a restriction on it.

He wanted to refine this soul directly and maximize its value.

There is still some time before leaving the underworld, and it is inconvenient for Zhang Huan to move, so he can use this old corpse to dig some graves for future use. It would be best if the underworld could be emptied.

The underworld has done this to treat others in their own way, which makes Zhang Huan have no mercy on this corpse in the underworld.

A trace of spirit entered the old corpse, and the clone stood up and looked at himself. Zhang Huan and Zhang Huan looked through the old corpse's body and set up several restrictions.

After cutting off the unnecessary memories from the clone, Zhang Huan parted ways with it, one returned home while the other went into hiding.

Before leaving, he took back the source magic formation and completely erased all traces of his presence.

During the rest of the time, the clone wandered around the evil land, using the quasi-emperor cultivation to quickly travel to different tombs, reaping rich rewards and condensing more than a dozen corpse pills.

At the same time, Zhang Huan was also constantly comprehending the principles of Tao that only a true quasi-emperor could possess.

Unconsciously, the clone wandered to a cliff. Military flags were fluttering below, and the murderous aura was strong. This was a military camp of evil soldiers and ghost generals.

Zhang Huan suddenly felt something, remembering that when he asked the old ghost of the ruthless person he had killed, the female saint told him that this was the place.

This man had an irreconcilable hatred with Zhang Huan and once wanted to kill Zhang Huan.

He had originally planned to settle the score with it after he left for a while, but now that his clone had arrived in person, Zhang Huan gradually developed the intention to kill it.

Descending from the sky, Zhang Huan asked the Hades general with the highest cultivation level here. The general had cold sweat on his forehead. Knowing that he was a strong man, he did not dare to offend him and immediately ordered his men to investigate.

From time to time, there was news that the old ghost was in the military camp at the moment, and the dark general started to capture him. The next moment, an explosion was heard in a residence in the military camp. In the firelight, a figure shot out and flew away into the distance.

In his hand he held a crystal disc that seemed to be blessed by a secret treasure, and flew very fast.

"Humph, you think you can escape like this? You underestimate me!"

Zhang Huan shouted in a low voice, stepped out of the broken space and went straight to the old ghost. Zhang Huan grabbed its neck and threw it towards the bitter sea, destroying all its cultivation.

"It's you, you've been promoted to Quasi-Emperor?!"

The old ghost cried out unwillingly, with shock in his eyes. He couldn't believe that Zhang Huan not only got promoted but also came to the underworld to seek revenge.

"There's no need for the dead to know so much. Go and reunite with your son."

Zhang Huan did not give it any extra chances. He pierced its body with his fingertips and devoured the essence it had collected.

"Demon Power of Devouring the Sky. No wonder it is in the underworld."

The old ghost used up his last bit of strength to speak, as if he had figured something out, and then his soul was truly scattered and disappeared without a trace.

Just as Zhang Huan speculated, the old ghost was able to be promoted to the Saint King in the underworld, which was inseparable from his Heaven-Devouring Magic Skill. He was also a guest in the tomb owner's home, collecting the origin.

After his death, he dropped several holy objects. Zhang Huan took a quick look and found that the old ghost was able to run so fast before because of one of them.

Put it away first and see if there is anything useful to him later.

With his old grudge avenged, Zhang Huan had no more thoughts about staying in the underworld. While being a guest, he comprehended the laws of the quasi-emperor, and soon the fifty-year period came.

On this day, the decree on the table emitted golden light, floating in the air, containing an unquestionable intention and blessed by endless laws.

It was telling Zhang Huan that he needed to go to the main hall as soon as possible and not delay, otherwise anyone would be severely punished.

Zhang Huan glanced at it, raised his right hand, pinched it in his hand, and shot it out with a flick of his fingers, sending it flying to the horizon.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the clone returned, quickly entered the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, and disappeared.

The mansion was the same as usual. Zhang Huan had nothing to take with him, so he just walked out the door and turned into a meteor to rush to the main hall.

When we arrived at the main hall, there were already seven or eight people waiting there. They were all saints from outside the temple. Their strengths varied, and some were only at the saint level.

"Are you here? Now everyone is here. Follow me."

A person in charge looked at Zhang Huan, nodded with satisfaction, and called on everyone to join him.

He explained that the underworld was extremely far away from that star region, and a saint might not be able to fly there in his entire life, so they had to go to a domain gate to directly cross the void and teleport them there.

The underworld has already set up another corresponding domain gate there, and uses it as a base for stationing. Once you are teleported there, someone will immediately guide you, so there is no need to worry about anything else.

Zhang Huan nodded. Even a great sage like him had to take crossing the endless void seriously, let alone a saint. It would be great to have a domain gate to ensure the safety of the travel.

This way it would be much more convenient for him to get off the vehicle midway. The other people who were teleported with him were not as strong as him and could not hinder Zhang Huan.

Thus, the trip ended successfully.

Following the person in charge, they walked through the pavilions and terraces, all the way up to the main hall, until they reached the top floor which Zhang Huan had never been to before.

A portal standing above the clouds came into view. It pierced the galaxy and was probably a thousand miles long. Although it was only a thin layer, it contained mysterious principles and was made of countless rare treasures. It was very powerful.

"Okay, let's go."

The person in charge brought them to the five-colored altar and activated the domain gate with extraordinary means. The space flickered, and countless scenes passed by the gate. Finally, it was connected with another domain gate, revealing a solemn camp and the crowd that had been waiting for a long time.

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The altar glowed, as if sensing a distant call. A passage rose to heaven, and then disappeared with Zhang Huan and the others, flying out of the sky and crossing the virtual space.

"Wait a little longer. Wait until we are halfway and far away from both places before making our move."

Zhang Huan suppressed his active mind and told himself to act at the most appropriate time. He held the magic jar in his sleeve and accumulated strength.

　It seems like I added an extra sentence at the end of the previous chapter, and I lost my way while writing it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)