The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 35 Kunlun Immortal Sword

He created an ancient scripture with his own way that went against the will of heaven.

Even the heavens do not want it to come.

Going against the laws of heaven and earth and intercepting the basis of other things' creation is horrifying to think about.

This imperial law can only be practiced by him.

In fact, Zhang Huan did not want this imperial law to flow into the world.

In this world, the vast majority of people do not have the qualifications to practice cultivation.

If there is such an imperial scripture in front of them, which can seize the immortal foundation out of thin air and let them embark on the path of cultivation, not many people can resist such temptation.

Because it will bring blood and gore to the entire world of immortal cultivation, and the harm will be incalculable!
Even if it were to spread, with more and more people practicing this technique and vying for the secret of a 100% chance of survival, the whole world would be in chaos.

It will become a hell that eats people, eats the sky, and eats everything.

In order not to bring harm to billions of lives, Zhang Huan decided not to pass it on to others.

If he ever had this idea one day, he would only pass down the incomplete parts, cutting off the most taboo parts.

He once again perfected the imperial law he had drafted and gradually filled it out. Except for the last forbidden chapter, all the major secret realm chapters were created to perfection and best suited to himself.

The secret realms resonated with each other and intertwined with the imperial laws. At this moment, Zhang Huan even felt that he had stepped into another realm, which was terribly powerful.

The effect of the Emperor's Sutra was immediate.

Zhang Huan touched the white jade steps with his hand, and everything he touched immediately turned into powder.

A faint ray of white light was held in his palm.

In his hands, matter was transformed into its most primitive form. With a single thought he could cut off the connection between it and the heaven and earth, turning it into a part of himself and integrating it into the origin.

This is horrible. In Zhang Huan's hands, even the difference in species will make no difference.

Even the Holy Spirit would be horrified when seeing this.

If the same could be said for all kinds of physiques, which could become their own origins, then what would be the meaning of the king bodies, holy bodies, even chaotic bodies and holy spirits that were naturally born in the world?

This is a part of the authority of heaven and earth that is seized by human power. It is difficult for cultivators who practice this technique to avoid being punished by heaven.

Zhang Huan sorted out the scriptures and confirmed that there was nothing that could be modified. He then took out the various things he had obtained from deep inside the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot.

He was in the Bronze Immortal Palace, and the fragments of the immortal sword were thrown into the green gold tripod.

The first time he went to the Immortal Palace, he obtained Chaos Soil, which was temporarily useless, so Zhang Huan put it into the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

In addition, he obtained some treasures and inheritances, which were at most quasi-emperor level and useless to him. However, together with what he had obtained in the underworld, they could become the foundation of the Demon Court.

He had obtained a stone wall in the underworld, engraved with the lifelong inheritance of the quasi-emperor. After observing it, Zhang Huan discovered that his method involved time and he had a very deep study of the secret of "Xing", one of the nine secrets.

The secret of the word "Xing" is also completely passed down on the stone wall. Zhang Huan left the stone wall to comprehend this method.

After several years, Zhang Huanxing's calligraphy skills became very advanced, and he became involved in time and gained a deep understanding of it.

Then he looked at the fragments of the magic sword and began to think. From ancient times to the present, there are four magic weapons recognized by the human world.

They are the Desolate Tower, the Immortal Bell, the Immortal Cauldron, and the Tongtian Mingbao.

There are some theories about the origins of the first two, but the last two were not made by true immortals. Instead, they are weapons that gather the essence of the human world and are made by creatures in the human realm.

During the mythological era, Emperor Zun and other supreme beings of the ancient heaven planned to penetrate the fairyland, lock the ninety-nine dragon veins of Kunlun, absorb the essence of many ancient life stars, and spend countless rare treasures to create an immortal artifact, the Immortal Cauldron.

In that era, resources were far less scarce than they are now, and this was also the result of the efforts of several supreme beings in the ancient heaven.

It was impossible for Zhang Huan to replicate their behavior and cultivate the immortal weapon using the same method.

But after the collapse of the ancient heaven, the remaining Ninety-nine Dragon Mountains and Kunlun Creation Land are ready-made.

Zhang Huan was not cultivating, but repairing.

All he needs to do is recast the broken immortal sword. It itself contains the rules of immortality, so Zhang Huan won't have to spend as much as the ancient heaven.

Without further ado, Zhang Huan set off immediately and without attracting any attention, and arrived alone at the location of the once prosperous ancient Kunlun in the Milky Way.

The core of Kunlun is the real place for becoming immortals. There is a large formation set up by the ancient heaven that locks the dragon vein, and the essence of all directions gathers here.

It doesn’t matter if there is no map of immortal treasures. The array spirit dare not say anything, and Zhang Huan calmly enters it.

Along the way, there were the roars of ferocious beasts, ancient corpses of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty, and traces left by ruthless people. Zhang Huan walked straight past.

Tens of thousands of dragon-head-like peaks spew out misty chaotic fog and sprinkle down vast amounts of vital energy.

There are tens of thousands of dragon bodies under the earth veins, but only the dragon heads are held high, spitting out all kinds of essences of heaven and earth, nourishing the only fairyland.

It is a vast expanse of land, with colorful waterfalls tumbling, billions of rays of various rays of light, and fairy lights lingering around, creating a magnificent scene on earth.

"That's enough, don't go any further!"

A sharp voice sounded. It was a warning from the spirit in the imperial formation. It had already endured to the limit.

The purpose of the formation spirit's existence is to protect this core area, which even the emperor cannot cross.

Zhang Huan ignored it and moved the power of heaven and earth with his fingers, cutting off the connection between the imperial formation and the local space, making it a separate corner without affecting this place at all.

If it were someone else, they might be a little afraid of this array spirit, but Zhang Huan's Taoist method of cutting off external objects with one hand suppressed it.

If he wanted to, he could even kill the spirits in the imperial formation.

There are billions of immortal lights, and the place that breeds immortal gems is like a placenta, but unfortunately it was shattered before it was born.

The rich essence of heaven and earth in the fairy pond turned into liquid and gathered in the pool. At the bottom was a broken cauldron.

When it was fished out, the immortal tripod was less than one-third of its original size, and the marks on the green copper were mottled.

Since he didn't come here for it this time, Zhang Huan put it aside.

Although it is also a magical weapon, its cause and effect are too heavy and it is badly damaged, so it is not worth it for Zhang Huan to do anything for it.

Placing the fragments of the immortal sword in the immortal pool, supplemented by a vast amount of natural treasures, Zhang Huan's eyes were burning with excitement. He wanted to use the fortune here to create an immortal sword of his own.

Use great magic power to rearrange the essence of heaven and earth, repair the placenta here, and feed the dragon baby in the Ninety-nine Dragon Mountain.

These dragon veins were cut by a ruthless person and lost their true immortal essence, and their effectiveness dropped greatly.

Once it is completed, Longshan will be revived and can spit out essence again, continuously supplying the immortal fetus and giving birth to the immortal.

This process may last for hundreds of years. Even if a great emperor spends a lot of effort to make up for it, it will not be able to recover in a short time.

However, Zhang Huan has a long life, and this world is far from over, so he can just wait forever.

In the future, we will need to send Kunlun for replenishment from time to time, and we have to ask the Demon Court to speed up the search for supplies.

When leaving, a ginseng fruit tree offered itself to follow me. There were three or four plump fruits on its branches, which looked like real people. They were real ginseng fruits.

Zhang Huan accepted it and set up another layer of imperial formation in Kunlun to completely isolate the inner and outer world.

He walked into the restricted area again and asked for some divine materials in preparation for cultivating immortal weapons.

At this time, he was not yet three thousand years old. He walked along the way to the battlefield where the Demon God Flower was. Zhang Huan used his imperial power to break the seal and rescue the trapped imperial soldiers.

After expressing their gratitude, all the imperial soldiers turned into streams of light and returned to their tribes.

After returning to the Demon Court, Zhang Huan learned that during the years when he created the ancient scripture, several old great saints had passed away. Most of them were old people who had joined the Demon Court thousands of years ago. Time made people grow old, and among them was the great saint who had a relationship with the Saintess of Yaochi.

After seeing the Saint Maiden's physique regain vitality, he left peacefully without disturbing anyone and passed away in an unknown star region.

He had no relatives in his life, and only regarded the Saint Girl of Yao Chi as a half-generation. When he passed away, he had no worries anymore.

Before leaving, he left his life's inheritance in the Demon Court.

"Alas, he felt guilty and did not investigate the details of the other imperial weapon. He just passed away like this."

An old Great Sage sighed, his words full of regret for him.

Perhaps because he didn’t want to be implicated in the Demonic Court anymore, the old man did not investigate further and was buried alone in a foreign land.

For the first time, Zhang Huan felt the gap between immortals and mortals. Hundreds of years ago, he gave the old man an immortal peach medicine, but he never thought that this would be the last time they would see each other and they would never meet again.

"Ah."

Zhang Huan nodded, his eyes calm and nothing could be seen.

He took out a few handfuls of chaotic soil and planted ginseng fruit trees on it, allowing them to enjoy their old age in peace. When their time was up, they could take the elixir of immortality to live again.

"The elixir of immortality that only the ancient emperors could find?!"

The Great Sage couldn't help but exclaim in surprise that today he actually saw with his own eyes the elixir of immortality that only existed in legends.

The primordial chaotic earth nurtures endless divine brilliance, encompassing the essence of all directions, steaming with fairy mist, and the ginseng fruit sparkles and sparkles, blooming with auspicious aura.

Planting it in the Heavenly Palace will bring great fortune to everyone here.

For the next thousands of years, the universe was peaceful, the Demon Court could do whatever it wanted without hindrance, and it collected a lot of immortal materials.

Zhang Huan went to Kunlun from time to time to deliver immortal materials.

The Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain gradually revived, and the Immortal Sword showed signs of fusion.

More people emerged in the Ancient Starry Road, the younger generation grew up, and several people broke through the shackles of the Quasi-Emperor and became a Quasi-Emperor.

Daotai experienced a great catastrophe and rose again. With his accumulated strength, he reached the sixth heaven in one breath within a thousand years. For a time, his realm was higher than that of the God's Son and the Tyrant.

Someone asked Zhang Huan for advice, hoping that he would come up with a title to refer to the age of Emperor Cheng and Empress Dowager Cixi.

In fact, he should have named one since he became emperor, but the emperor lived a long life and did not care about the hundreds of years.

Zhang Huan simply gave him the word "Demon", and the Lord of the Demon Court should be the Demon Emperor.

At this moment, it is the 3900th year of the imperial calendar.

Zhang Huan set the time based on the ticks on his own wheel of life.

There are only a few of the old people who joined the Demon Court at its inception still alive in the world.

Zhang Huan left behind the elixir of immortality, but they did not pick it.

Only when people reach death do they realize how precious time is. Even the supreme beings in ancient times could not withstand such temptation and would do anything to achieve immortality.

But they said goodbye in a free and easy manner, leaving one by one. They had lived for thousands of years, which was enough. They had experienced everything they should have experienced. They had no regrets in life and were unwilling to extend their life span another day.

For the Supreme Being, immortality is the ultimate ideal that they desire, but for them, it is seen as a torture.

There are fewer and fewer familiar faces.

The Demon Court remained the same, but the people from the past were gone. The remaining ones were all strangers from a different era.

Four thousand years into the Imperial Calendar, the Saint Maiden of Yao Chi visited the Demon Court. She accidentally learned from a cultivator in the Demon Court that the old Great Sage had passed away.

"Oh it's you!"

The Saint Maiden of Yao Chi exclaimed when she saw Zhang Huan for the first time. Her watery eyes widened as if she couldn't believe it and she covered her lips.

The emperor who was so supreme that he suppressed all other sects and dominated the world was actually the hero who had saved her when she was young and whom she had thought about day and night.

"It's me. We've met before, in the ancient pavilion next to Yaochi."

Zhang Huan admitted it generously.

Among his few acquaintances, the Saint Maiden of Yao Chi left the most profound impression.

The fate of the two has lasted for thousands of years until today.

Seeing Zhang Huan recounting the past so frankly, her pretty face turned slightly red. She overlapped the person in front of her with her memory and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Even though she had become a peerless quasi-emperor, her reaction at this moment was the same as that of an ordinary girl, simply because the memory was too profound.

When she talked about the old Monkey King, her eyes darkened and a hint of sadness appeared on her incomparable face.

The old Monkey King passed away in an uninhabited star region, not wanting to be disturbed.

"Don't be depressed. The best way to repay him is to be well."

Zhang Huan comforted.

She has reached the eighth level of Quasi-Emperor and is still making progress. She has no rivals of her own, but at this moment she can only reminisce and feel sad.

She left the Demon Court and found the old Monkey King's clan members, giving them many magical weapons and medicines as a little compensation.

The world is so vast, and Zhang Huan seems to be a lonely person, sitting alone in the center of the universe, overlooking the eternity.

Taking advantage of the time when the immortal sword was being nurtured again, he wanted to develop magical skills and secret techniques and create several forbidden methods.

He integrated his own Tao and created a technique of intercepting the Tao. By uttering the true words, he could intercept everything in the world.

Under the guise of destiny, the cause and effect that one endures floats between reality and illusion. It is not as against the will of heaven as the martial arts, but it has the advantage of being reckless.

This is to change the skill of taking away external objects into a technique of killing.

The years that followed were dull and quiet, and Zhang Huan continued to create new secret techniques.

Extending the secret of "small soldiers", Zhang Huan took a different approach. Instead of focusing on controlling the soldiers, he prioritized defilement of magic weapons. Once the magic power was released, the magic weapons would become defiled and could be reduced to ordinary weapons.

The secret of the word "bing" is mainly about controlling soldiers, turning other objects into oneself, and when it is practiced to a high level, even other people can be regarded as weapons.

Zhang Huan focused more on the weapon itself, eliminating all other uses and focusing on dealing with the weapons in the hands of the monks.

The secret power of the word "Xing" made him invincible. With the help of the inheritance on the stone wall, he had profound attainments in the way of time.

If you continue to study the fake immortal power, you will definitely achieve great results.

The ability to allow mortal cultivators to reach the level of the immortal realm in advance is already astonishing, and there are all kinds of deeper wonders.

Zhang Huan plans to spend the rest of his life studying this path.

He wanted to prepare something for his future self, so it was impossible for him to practice magic unless he felt that he was dying too slowly.

And this path of immortal power is a great road to heaven. If you comprehend something and integrate it into an ancient scripture, and keep exploring, your method will be no worse than that of the Immortal Emperor and others in the future.

Their methods all involve the secret of becoming an immortal from the mortal world, and this pseudo-immortal power can also continue to progress.

Zhang Huan speculated that when it was finally transformed into real immortal essence, it would be the realm of immortality where the skill was perfected.

More than 4,000 years into the imperial calendar, a great catastrophe struck the world, and all creatures in the universe looked toward a deserted place in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)