The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 36 Thirty Thousand Years

The Saint Maiden of Yao Chi was gifted with unparalleled talent, which brought about a great calamity that shocked the human world.

Her innate Dao fetus is in close contact with the Dao and can borrow the power of all the Daos in the heavens, far exceeding the scope of the Quasi-Emperor of the Ninth Heaven.

She hoped to become an emperor through this, and be on par with Zhang Huan, thus creating the glory of two emperors in one era.

Zhang Huan blocked his aura and allowed her to overcome the tribulation without any hindrance.

Before the calamity was even halfway through, she could no longer hold on. Her only path could not be shaken, and she ultimately failed and embarked on an alternative path to enlightenment.

Afterwards, the Son of God and the Tyrant Body stepped into the Ninth Heaven one after another.

There are only these few shining pearls in this era. The rest are at most at the first or second level of quasi-emperor and it is difficult for them to compete with them.

The Imperial Calendar lasts five thousand years.

It had been some time since he transcended the tribulation, and Zhang Huan arrived at Yaochi, a paradise on earth. The Holy Lord brought many elders to line the streets to welcome him.

"Is it really you who the Saint is talking about?"

Xihuang Tower appeared in surprise and asked, the saint had told it about her relationship with Zhang Huan over the years.

When Zhang Huan was in obscurity, he once preached in Beidou holding a Heaven-Swallowing Magic Pot and even threatened Yaochi.

"You and the Saint are destined to be together. You have known each other since childhood. It would be a pity if such a fate does not blossom and bear fruit."

Xihuang Tower brought the two people together openly and secretly.

"You, our Saint of Yao Chi cannot marry!"

The saint's beautiful face flushed with shame, and she accused the imperial soldiers of not following the rules of the holy land, speaking angrily.

Zhang Huan chatted with them about daily life and expressed his concern about the saint's injuries.

Seeing that she was safe, Zhang Huan left Yao Chi.

The West Emperor Tower transmitted a message, saying that neither it nor the Saint took to heart the fact that Zhang Huan had allowed the Saint to practice magic while she was still a cultivator.

In the saint's heart, the good aspects of Zhang Huan account for a larger proportion, and she has a lot of admiration for him.

The Saint is a Taoist fetus, and is now hailed as the most beautiful woman in the starry sky. She is hard to come by in a hundred thousand years, and has achieved a different kind of enlightenment. The two are a perfect match.

If Zhang Huan was interested, just one sentence would be enough to open the saint's heart, and the two of them would get married and create a beautiful story.

Zhang Huan pretended not to hear and left. In this world, he lived only for the Tao and would not stop until his death.

Standing high in the sky and gazing at the vast Beidou land, he saw the Black Wind Village, his starting point.

"A lineage of ruthless people has indeed infiltrated certain holy places."

Zhang Huan followed the clues and found that no clues escaped his sharp eyes, and he captured all of the ruthless people.

"I will carve the mark into their souls and even their blood, and they will be controlled by me for generations."

Zhang Huan pointed out a shocking move with his finger, and the power of the spell penetrated into the bones of every practitioner of the ruthless lineage, making them subject to him forever, waiting to serve him in the future.

Eight thousand years into the imperial calendar, Zhang Huan entered the prime of his life, with his energy and blood at their most vigorous.

The Tyrant invites you to a battle in a dead place in the starry sky.

There have been rumors since ancient times that the Great Saint Body can challenge the Great Emperor. The Tyrant Body, as an equal physique, is no exception and is revered by the world as the uncrowned emperor.

Zhang Huan smiled and accepted the competition.

The two fought a decisive battle, and the winner was decided in less than an hour. Ba Ti knew that there was a huge gap in strength between them, so he admitted defeat.

He asked Zhang Huan to give him some advice.

When Ba was weak, he was caught in a disaster and it was an ancestor who sacrificed his life to buy them a chance to survive.

Such fearless selflessness made him think of the Eucharist.

There is no emperor in the world, nine holy bodies fight in the sky.

The story behind this sentence has always been regarded as an epic, and it can move you to tears without you realizing it. That kind of spirit is what countless people yearn for.

On the contrary, the tyrant body is full of tyranny and is extremely selfish. This is why there is no great tyrant body standing up to protect the world.

The sacrifices made by the old ancestor were essentially contrary to what he had learned in his clan.

He was stuck in a cycle of self-reflection.

Over the years, although his teachers had constantly advised him that a tyrant should be strong-willed and selfish, he still could not convince himself.

As a race equal to the Holy Body, he felt ashamed unconsciously, thinking that the Tyrant Body should not be like this. This world is not only about utilitarianism, but also about love and justice.

Zhang Huan had a thorough talk with him and thanked him deeply.

Nine thousand years into the imperial calendar, Zhang Huan began to have white hair on his head. He studied the bronze fairy palace thoroughly and began to evolve fairy symbols on his own.

There are rumors that the Son of God was injured, and the undead black bird from the underworld came to him one day to settle a battle that they had never fought before.

The result of the duel was horrifying. This undead black bird had become as powerful as nature at some point in time. Its strength was so terrifying that even the Son of God could not defeat it and fled away injured.

In the ten thousandth year of the Imperial Calendar, the Immortal Pond in Kunlun that had been invested with a vast amount of immortal treasures began to move strangely, and an embryo of the sword was taking shape, which was filled with the aura of immortality as soon as it appeared.

Zhang Huan issued an edict and posted it at the gate of the Demon Court, announcing it to the entire universe.

Anyone who can offer the great emperor's scriptures and peerless divine materials will be handsomely rewarded.

He was willing to exchange the Emperor's Scripture and the Elixir of Immortality for something else. If it was rare enough, he would use the Emperor's artifacts to protect the tribe for a hundred thousand years.

And the scriptures will not be passed on to anyone else and are only for personal reference.

As soon as the news came out, the world was in an uproar, praising Zhang Huan's good handicraft and his willingness to even give away the imperial weapon.

Since then, many more people have come to the Demon Court to offer their treasures, but no one has something rare enough to exchange for the imperial weapon.

The Demonic Court dominates the world, and after so long, it is still in order.

Most of the senior executives had never even met Zhang Huan, and many people were replaced.

Zhang Huan didn't care, no matter who was in charge, as long as they could continue to collect immortal materials and divine materials from the universe for him, anyone could be a high-ranking official in the Demon Court.

One day, the Son of God requested an audience, and Zhang Huan agreed.

As soon as they met, he asked a question. The Undead Black Bird had completed its foundation and was reborn against death. After nirvana, it was even more terrifying and its combat power was incredible.

If one attempts to reach the Great Emperor realm, it is possible for him to break free from all the restraints and become the new emperor.

When that time comes, how should Zhang Huan respond?

Zhang Huan smiled and replied softly: "It doesn't matter. If it wants to become an emperor, let it do it."

He was confident that he was invincible, and that he and his Tao could not be weaker than the thirty emperors and kings of ancient and modern times, let alone a bird raised in the underworld who was not even an emperor.

Then he added: "If it wants to bring disaster to the world, whether it is it or the ancient emperor, I will suppress it."

There was a flicker of light in the Son of God's eyes. He admired the emperor's magnanimity and said goodbye.

The imperial calendar lasts 11,000 years.

Wrinkles appeared on Zhang Huan's face, and he began to go downhill. Although he could use his qi and blood to smooth out the traces of time on his face, he did not do so and allowed the wrinkles to spread.

The Qingjin Ding deity transformed and sued the quasi-emperor magic box for tempting it to steal the medicine king from the Heavenly Palace.

The demon box was in tears and threatened that it had grown so big in vain and that it would sever ties with the Qingjin Ding.

The imperial calendar lasts 13,000 years.

Zhang Huan was no longer in his prime. He estimated that he had another 3,000 years to live. He had been sitting for too long. He left the Bronze Palace and traveled around. The starry sky was still as bright and boundless as ever. The nebulae he stepped on were magnificent. He had no time to appreciate the scenery and felt a little lonely.

No wonder most of the ancient emperors who entered the restricted area were so unkind that they even ignored their own children. They lived only for the Tao and had only the Tao in their hearts.

He also felt some empathy at this moment. Having experienced and lost, everyone in the restricted area has seen through the world and cut off all concerns.

The emperor would go into seclusion for thousands of years. The years passed slowly, and he was alone in this lonely universe. Even if he had extraordinary abilities, could he fill the void in his heart?

Only the eternal and elusive supreme way exists forever in this world, exists everywhere, and is between you and me. It is worth their all, giving up everything, and constantly pursuing it.

The higher the realm, the more you will feel your own insignificance. Understanding the Tao and respecting the Tao are like a moth, with no end.

Everything else is false in their eyes and will return to nothingness sooner or later and have no meaning.

Zhang Huan saw all the exotic scenery without feeling the slightest bit of emotion in his heart.

All great emperors in ancient times were lonely. He was proving this statement at this moment. Before he took the elixir of immortality, there was almost no one he could talk to, and he was incompatible with the new era.

Zhang Huan shook his head slightly to dispel these distracting thoughts.

Unlike those emperors who placed all their hopes on becoming immortals, he was at best just a passer-by.

Walking on the golden avenue, the blazing divine bridge that spans the universe and passes through the heavens, respected by all races, Zhang Huan went to the Immortal Mountain.

After calculating the time, it is almost time for the ancient tea tree of enlightenment to produce three thousand great Dao leaves once every ten thousand years.

Thousands of mountains were towering and all black. Zhang Huan walked as if he was in an empty place and sat down beside the ancient tea tree in the mountain stream.

The old tea tree did not escape. He had experienced similar scenes too many times and had no intention of struggling anymore.

The branches and leaves rustled, and it was trying to please the new emperor, hoping that he would be gentler when the time came.

It is intelligent and knows that every part of its body is a treasure.

Almost every great emperor in ancient times would come here to get something, and many of them suffered disasters.

Three thousand tea leaves are lifelike, floating on the branches, of various kinds, each one is different, there are hundreds of beasts, spiritual plants, various shapes, all exuding the charm of Tao.

Each piece represents a different Tao, contains the laws of heaven and earth, and has special benefits for enlightenment, and is of considerable help even to the Zhui Di.

Waiting quietly, the moment the tea leaves matured, emitting a fragrant aroma and shining brightly, Zhang Huan collected all the leaves.

"I'll lend you some more of my torso."

Zhang Huan looked at the ancient tea tree and said with a smile.

He asked the Supreme Being inside for a Xuanwu Immortal Elixir Fruit and left satisfied.

The Xuanwu magic medicine, also known as the longevity magic medicine, can add ten thousand years to one's lifespan when taken. It is the best elixir for prolonging life.

It may sound a little weird, but compared to other elixirs of immortality, it is definitely the most suitable for prolonging life.

Zhang Huan has no shortage of combat power, and has already reached the pinnacle. Even emperors of the same level would change color when seeing his various methods, and he can kill the Supreme Being.

He needed more time to comprehend the immortal runes and create the fake immortal scripture.

He also needs to cultivate a magic sword, and the elixir of immortality he swallows must be a life-extending elixir.

On the way, Zhang Huan visited Yao Chi, but the saint refused to see him.

He refined several prescriptions of divine source liquid and gave them to Yao Chi, asking Xihuangta to convey a message: if the saint was interested in attaining enlightenment, then she should avoid this world and proclaim herself an emperor in the future.

She had taken the elixir of immortality and was a Taoist fetus, so her life span was much longer than that of ordinary people. She claimed that she still had thousands of years after her birth to make an impact on the throne.

After taking a last look at Beidou, Zhang Huan returned. Perhaps the next time he came, it would be time for him to choose his own burial site.

The underworld has been accumulating power for so long, but has not yet taken action against him. Is it waiting until the second emperor's old age?
Zhang Huan did not comment and returned to the Demon Court to continue comprehending the immortal seals.

During the remaining three thousand years, Zhang Huan felt that his life was coming to an end, so he waited quietly, but the underworld did not appear.

He never attacked the underworld because he thought they would show up on their own initiative. Hatred cannot be eliminated easily, and the underworld will not let it go.

The most important thing is that he has always had a premonition in his heart that there will be a killing calamity in the future. It is hard to explain the mysterious feeling, but Zhang Huan is sure of it.

The Hunting Emperor usually chooses to live for ten thousand years in the second generation. At this time, the emperor's power is not as good as that of a prime year, and there are fewer risks.

The Supreme Being's blood and energy were exhausted, and the price of cutting himself was that they could waste time in the immortal source and wait for the best opportunity.

The elixir of immortality appeared in his hand, in the form of a pocket-sized turtle, emerald green and glowing with light.

After Zhang Huan swallowed it, his body began to regain vitality, and his blood and energy gushed out into the eternal sky, spreading throughout the universe.

The second life begins, the fountain of life gushes with vitality, the marks on the life rings disappear, and it becomes new and beautiful.

In this life, he will live longer than the first one.

Seventeen thousand years into the imperial calendar, Zhang Huan took the elixir of immortality and was reborn.

He devoted himself to the path of immortality and could not extricate himself. Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye.

The imperial calendar lasts for 22,000 years.

Someone came to the Demon Court with the complete secret of the word "Jie".

The Demon Court had received many imperial scriptures in the past, but they were all incomplete. This was the first time it received such a precious scripture.

Zhang Huan exchanged the secret of the character "Xing" with him.

Kunlun has become a real place to ascend to heaven, with the aura of immortals overflowing and covering every corner.

The dragon head spewed out immortal energy, and in the pool at the location of the immortal fetus, there was endless essence. A sword fetus had already taken shape, and it was beginning to take shape.

After 30,000 years of the Imperial Calendar, Zhang Huan had a deep understanding of the way of immortality. The pseudo-immortal power truly replaced his own energy, and even Zhang Huan's life breath leapt half a level, and his strength skyrocketed.

Through various insights and deductions, he created the "True Scripture of the Immortal Way" which eliminates the false and retains the true.

It contains his ultimate understanding of the way of immortality over the past thirty thousand years, as well as the results of his research into various secret realms in this life.

This method essentially surpasses all other imperial scriptures and gives a glimpse into the way to immortality. They are incomparable and cannot be compared.

Although a pseudo-word is added, it is still related to the immortal power, which in itself is one of the greatest fortunes in the world.

Since the beginning of cultivation, the pseudo-immortal power has nourished the body and soul, raised the level of life by half, and developed the potential of the mortal body to the extreme.

In the future, there will be endless wonders evolving, leading directly to a road to heaven.

It provides a possibility that, with unremitting deduction and research, it may really evolve into a method of immortality.

It is a clearly visible path.

However, the time will not be short. After all, in this world of the Dharma Ending Age, it is extremely difficult to become an immortal.

After spending most of his second life, he finally achieved remarkable results.

In the remaining days, he supplemented the deficiencies in the scriptures, explored the potential hidden in his mortal body, used the immortal scriptures as a basis to eliminate the false and retain the true, manifested the essence and mystery, and sublimated it into version 2.0.

He came to the Immortal Mountain again and collected the leaves of the Three Thousand Great Dao Ancient Tea Tree, which is produced once every ten thousand years.

After 35,000 years in the imperial calendar, Zhang Huan entered old age.

He still has two thousand years to live, and can live for twenty thousand years in this life.

The effect of the Xuanwu Immortality Elixir is not small. Although it is still some distance away from ten thousand years, it can extend the emperor's life for thousands of years, which is already quite good.

He felt that a calamity was approaching, so he quietly left the Demon Court, taking away the Bronze Immortal Palace and the Emperor's Cauldron.

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