The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 3 The Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar
The Secret Realm of Wheel Sea is divided into four stages: the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Fountain of Life, the Divine Bridge, and the Other Shore.

Fountain of life!

When the divine power is cultivated to perfection, an eye of the spring of life is dug out in the dry and lonely sea of ​​suffering, connecting to the wheel of life and allowing the divine spring to flow.

Only by reaching this realm can one display various mysterious techniques and magical powers with unfathomable power. This is a crucial step in a cultivator's transformation.

Zhang Huan felt deeply the mystery of the great Dao, and he wished he could teach tirelessly.

One day can be equivalent to a hundred days' work. With such miraculous effects, it is no wonder that so many people flock to it and regard it as a shortcut.

Zhang Huan felt that he had unknowingly become addicted to this feeling.

Perhaps it won’t be long before he can easily become a powerful man and dominate the world.

Today's Beidou is vast and sparsely populated, unlike the time of Ye Fan in later generations. Common cultivators are generally in the Lunhai Secret Realm, and there is a shortage of cultivators, which have not yet recovered from the influence of the suppression of the Great Dao.

There are billions of mortals, and there are many geniuses with the aptitude to cultivate immortals among them. Zhang Huan only needs to keep preaching, and his cultivation will rise accordingly, and a bright future is expected!

The world is vast and there is much to do!
Under Zhang Huan's guidance, Xiantian Daotai entered the sacred land of Yaochi, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, which benefited Zhang Huan a lot.

If one wants to find the magic medicine that can change one's aptitude, a high level of cultivation is essential.

From then on, a masked immortal master appeared in a radius of thousands of miles, specializing in enlightening the people's wisdom and guiding mortals to cultivate immortality. He taught and taught tirelessly in crowded cities.

Twenty years!
As spring and autumn turned into autumn and time passed by, Zhang Huan's realm grew rapidly. He had already crossed the Divine Bridge and reached the other side. After passing through the four poles of the Taoist Palace, he arrived at the third level of the Immortal Platform, the realm of the Dao of Killing!

The holy masters of the major holy places are at the level of great powers. Zhang Huan is now a well-known figure in Beidou.

He has more than tens of millions of disciples, spread across major cities in the southern region of the Eastern Wilderness, and is always bringing in new mortals to help Zhang Huan.

Once you try the magic, you can never stop.

Few people can resist the temptation of gaining powerful strength so easily.

"It's almost the limit. If it continues like this, it will soon be noticed."

What Zhang Huan preached was the so-called method of changing destiny and benefiting the common people.

Therefore, no matter whether the audience is good or evil, there are always people helping Zhang Huan to expand his influence.

Now that its tentacles have reached the territories of certain holy places, it is inevitable that it will attract their attention.

By then, those old monsters will be able to calculate with their fingers, and nothing Zhang Huan does will escape their eyes.

Maybe at this moment, someone has already shown interest in him.

However, Zhang Huan had already anticipated that sooner or later he would attract the attention of those powerful forces.

With his strength as an immortal, he cannot protect himself when he encounters saints or old monsters and needs external help.

"Now that I have a special skill, I don't have to worry about resources. The most important thing is to find a weapon to protect the way."

Zhang Huan knew what was going on.

As far as I can remember, there are many treasures that have no known owner. Since the overall level of cultivators is not high, I can grab them in advance.

The best would be an extremely powerful imperial weapon. If he had it, Zhang Huan would be safe in this life, and it would be like he had obtained an imperial weapon immediately.

The reason why those holy places have stood for thousands of years and no one dares to invade is because there are imperial soldiers guarding their own families or sects to suppress fate.

Each supreme imperial weapon carries different Dao fruits, possesses supreme Dao laws that are unmatched, and has great imperial power.

If you get one of these, you will immediately have a strategic nuclear bomb and will no longer be afraid of snooping.

Without the imperial army, I would not feel at ease.

Although there are a number of great emperors in the world, the same is true for the supreme imperial soldiers.

But in the golden age of later generations, there are still ownerless imperial weapons. In the first life, the ruthless man shed his demon fetus and used the weapon forged by the emperor's body, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Pot!

The lid was obtained by Duan De, probably dug out from a tomb. It might be hidden in the ruthless Taoist temple. Zhang Huan would need a lot of time to find it.

The ruthless dojo has long since disappeared, buried in ancient history.

Later, a jar was buried beside a dried-up ancient river channel outside the Yunduan Mountains and was obtained by Tu Tian.

Zhang Huan had noticed the Yunduan Mountains.

It has three main rivers and hundreds of branching rivers that are interconnected and crisscrossed. In the era in which Zhang Huan lived, there was no sign of drying up.

"We can look for the tank."

Zhang Huan hummed softly. With his current ability, climbing mountains and filling the sea is not a difficult task. Even if this world is still tens of thousands of years away from Tu Tian's era and the geological movements are very large, Zhang Huan can still search the mountains upside down and find the jar.

After a long journey, Zhang Huan's spiritual sense spread across the mountains, exploring inch by inch. After searching the surface to no avail, Zhang Huan gathered spiritual power in his hands and struck a majestic mountain, blasting it into pieces.

Zhang Huan planned to break it with force. The boundless spiritual power surged and turned into ripples, which were released wantonly in the entire Yunduan Mountains.

Gravel sank and floated, and endless rivers dried up, like a doomsday disaster, destroying everything in the Yunduan Mountains.

"Natural disaster! Which powerful person has come here?"

Seeing such a shocking scene, the weak local cultivators dared not get close for fear of being affected.

After digging for a whole month, Zhang Huan finally saw the body of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar in a crack between the rocks.

There was a ghost face pattern engraved on it, and it was as dark and deep as a bottomless pit, annihilating all life and swallowing it up.

"With this imperial weapon, this world will be smooth and unobstructed, and your help to me is just around the corner, hahahahaha"

Being on top of a huge pit tens of thousands of miles wide, Zhang Huan was extremely excited.

From then on, Zhang Huan began to preach magic without regard for the consequences, splitting it into Buddhism and Taoism, and changing the name and background to make it look mysterious.

Not only did he transform himself into thousands of people and spread the seeds widely, he also established a sect, aggressively recruited disciples, plundered resources, and occupied mines.

Zhang Huan would "comfort" every seed with good aptitude that he sensed, so that they would be more motivated and tirelessly feel the joy brought by cultivation.

After several years, the sect had grown in size. Due to its special skills and Zhang Huan's use of a tiered system where the more people he recruited, the more benefits he gained, the more rapid the expansion trend became.

Soon, words of dissatisfaction were expressed in all the major holy places. Some people tried to deduce the cause and effect, but Zhang Huan sensed it in reverse and suppressed them with the help of imperial soldiers, causing them to die on the spot.

After a few years of apparent peace, a saint finally could not help himself and came to Zhang Huan's sect to test the truth. Zhang Huan made an example of him and killed him on the spot with a trace of imperial power.

It was only at this time that the major holy places in Beidou realized their mistake and did not want to provoke the extremely powerful forces with unknown backgrounds, so they eased the situation. As if by coincidence, they allowed Zhang Huan to own a piece of territory.

"You still have to have a big fist before you don't have to be timid."

The development in just a few years exceeded what Zhang Huan had accumulated in the previous twenty years.

If he continues like this, becoming a saint or an ancestor is just around the corner.

Although most of the followers were weak and had not absorbed much cultivation, their numbers were still significant, and a large number of ants could kill an elephant.

Not to mention that from time to time there would be a few seeds with good talents that would bring surprises to Zhang Huan.

Today, his aptitude is above that of an average person, and his cultivation speed has increased.

However, Zhang Huan was not satisfied, he wanted more training aids. If there were millions of people collecting firewood for him all their lives, then becoming a great sage or a quasi-emperor would not be a fantasy!

"I already have the answer in my mind. The rise of this world is entirely due to magic power. If this is the case, I will use this as a foundation, kill all living beings, and all destiny will belong to me."

The magic power grew wildly like weeds, was exaggerated to be miraculous, and spread to all parts of the land of Beidou.

(End of this chapter)