The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 6 Return to Beidou
In this process, the problem of magic power can be solved in one fell swoop.

"I need the two-life skills of the ruthless man, the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Skill and the Immortal Heaven Skill, as well as a large number of such notes for comprehension."

There is no way ahead, so Zhang Huan plans to return to Beidou to find these things. Beidou's powerful force is the best help.

After all, the ruthless people were born in Beidou, and there has always been a group of cultivators who claim to be the descendants of the ruthless people.

In later generations, they hid in the Yaoguang Holy Land and have been active all the time, forcing Hua Yunfei of Taixuan Sect to practice the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, etc. They have done many evil deeds, but no one knows where they are hiding today.

At the same time, it is best to make some allies to help you deal with the master of the magic hidden behind the scenes in the future.

Now that he is a great sage and holds the imperial weapon, he is not afraid even when facing a quasi-emperor. The powerful forces have to extend an olive branch to him, and are eager to establish a relationship with Zhang Huan.

With the coordinates in hand, Zhang Huan deduced a path, stepped on the void and set off, jumping through the five-colored altars along the way, and moving forward in the endless darkness.

Although some saints were seen, no one dared to attack Zhang Huan. Deep in the vast starry sky, faint light was scattered, and after hundreds of jumps, the Big Dipper was finally seen.

The giant star is filled with a huge breath of life, and the five continents are distributed in a regular pattern, resembling a five-colored altar.

This was the body of a chaotic being in ancient times, which was made into land and used by the Supreme Being to impact the path to becoming an immortal.

Passing through the atmosphere, I saw the seven forbidden areas in the distant sky. Although I didn't feel any pressure, I felt an inexplicable throbbing in my heart.

Even the Great Sage cannot look at it for too long. The restricted area is mysterious and terrifying, with unfathomable powers. It is the resting place of the surviving ancient supreme beings. The higher the level of cultivation, the more horror one can feel.

Zhang Huan restrained his energy and spirit, and landed silently in a mountain and river, strolling among the villages and the yellow sand and shining rocks.

Not far away, a group of bandits were collecting annual fees. Zhang Huan narrowed his eyes when he saw the name on the big banner.

Black Wind Village!
The starting point of my life was a bandit’s den, where I committed many evil deeds.

In his second life, he was hunted down by the forces behind him and the fragments of the Half-Paper Source Technique. At that time, he was weak and he didn't know which force was supporting the Black Wind Village until his death.

Now seeing that the village still existed, Zhang Huan sneered twice and killed all the people in the group.

He leaped up and flew to the Black Wind Village's lair. With a quick sweep of his spiritual sense, Zhang Huan found the person with the highest cultivation level.

"Call back all the bandits in your village right now!"

With his back to the tiger-skin bone stool, Zhang Huan easily controlled the village chief who was sitting and enjoying himself by ravaging the woman.

After giving the order, Zhang Huan first found out who was supporting the activities of the Black Wind Village. After a few days, seeing that most of the bandits had returned, he dismissed the kidnapped men and women.

A hand that covered the sky appeared and stirred the quicksand. With one slap, the Black Wind Village was crushed into the sand.

Not long after, Zhang Huan arrived at the Demon Sun Cult's lair thousands of miles away, controlled the leader who was at the Four Extremes Realm, and wiped out the cult in the same way.

Yinhu Sect, Bailian Sect. For several days in a row, Zhang Huan investigated along the interest chain step by step. He started a killing spree and destroyed many thousand-year-old sects in one fell swoop.

Traveling across the Eastern Wilderness, Zhang Huan conquered several major forces in various places and ordered them to search for information about the ruthless man with all their might.

After visiting various holy places, Zhang Huan was treated with courtesy and was told many secrets.

He returned to the temple where he founded the Holy Religion. Now it was more magnificent than a thousand years ago and had developed quite well. Every morning, the sound of singing praises to the leader could be heard thousands of miles away and would last forever.

The acting leader is a saint, wearing a white outfit with red patterns, holding a holy scripture in his hand, and constantly sharing his experiences with the believers.

Even after a thousand years, the major holy places did not launch an attack, which was unexpected.

After entering the magnificent palace, Zhang Huan secretly met with the acting leader and also assigned him the task.

I am alone and I don't know how long it will take to find the news. It is better to let the people below me do it to save a lot of effort.

While traveling in the Eastern Wilderness, Zhang Huan met many saints, and the overall strength of the Beidou cultivators has now increased dramatically.

Over the past thousand years, new powerful people have emerged one after another, and now almost all major holy places have introduced the young generation who have grown up as their holy masters.

After exchanging experiences with some powerful Saint Kings, Zhang Huan made up for some deficiencies that he had previously neglected. He hoped to encounter some opportunities and search in some places mentioned in the rumors.

However, several months passed and no trace was found.

Although the land of Eastern Wilderness contained countless opportunities, Zhang Huan encountered only a few of them.

I searched for some places according to my memory, but I was not very satisfied with what I found. The Big Dipper is vast and boundless, and this world is more than 100,000 years away from Ye Fan's time, so most of the impressions I had were useless.

At this time, Zishan was still the Ancient Emperor Mountain, revered by all races and with great momentum. The Holy Cliff was not yet visible, and the only places that could match it were the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest and the Ancient Dynasty, which existed forever in the world.

As a great sage, Zhang Huan does not have any secret skills that he can show off. He has never even seen the Nine Secrets, and he has not found the right materials for his own great sacred weapon.

Compared to some of the Saint Kings he had met, his wealth was no match for his previous ability. He had been focusing on his cultivation and had never paid much attention to fighting and competing for resources.

"But I have the Heaven Devouring Demon Pot as a backup, so I don't have to worry about these material possessions."

Zhang Huan muttered to himself.

Use your high level of attainment to suppress others, allow them to practice magical powers and secret techniques, and in the end, those who don’t want to die will still be controlled.

When faced with a life-and-death crisis, you still have to rely on your ultimate weapon. Nothing can compare to the sense of security brought by this half imperial weapon.

Realm of mind is achieved through one's own practice, while secret techniques and skills are external objects obtained, so it is not shameful to bully the weak in a fight.

The Holy City, also called the City of God.

This place has existed since ancient times, and its origins can no longer be traced back. It is unknown how long it has existed.

Zhang Huan came here to see if he could come across those strange stones that Ye Fan cut in later generations.

The Kirin Immortality Elixir seeds and the human-shaped Immortality Elixir that he cut out would move even the ancient emperors. They are rare treasures and magical medicines that defy the will of heaven and earth.

I have a description of them in my memory, and I would definitely recognize them if I saw them.

Even if you don't find it, you can still cut out some treasures.

He had also practiced source arts before, and with his cultivation as a great sage, he should be able to gain something, so he had some confidence.

With one cut, you won’t lose everything, at least you can get something out of it.

The city is prosperous, with numerous palaces and wide ancient streets. It has everything one needs, and is most famous for its extreme luxury, with enough resources for people to indulge in debauchery.

Almost all the major forces have opened gambling stone here, and the scale is huge. Entering the city, Zhang Huan was amazed. The Fangsi here showed off openly, which is rare in other places.

Walking to a street stall, Zhang Huan saw a dozen stones placed randomly. He glanced at the stall owner and felt a little moved. This was an old saint who was about to pass away.

It seems that he has retired from the world, set up a stall here, and enjoy the last few moments of his life.

But Zhang Huan smelled a familiar scent of magic on him, and immediately planned to test the depth of this old saint.

Seeing that the old saint was content and did not react, Zhang Huan took the initiative to pick one up and check it.

"There should be something good inside, the spiritual energy is active, maybe it is a natural treasure."

Using the source technique to investigate the interior, Zhang Huan confirmed about 80% of it.

"Old man, how much do you want to sell this stone for?"

Zhang Huan’s cultivation was restrained and his aura was no different from that of an ordinary person, so he was not noticed.

"One price, ten kilograms of source, but you must buy three pieces of stone at a time, otherwise I won't sell it to you!"

The old man exhaled a puff of white smoke, put away his pipe, opened his eyes and glanced sideways.

"Three pieces? Ten kilograms of source is already a large number, and thirty kilograms is not something that everyone can come up with."

Zhang Huan curiously asked the old saint the reason.

"These stones are my lifelong treasures, they are all extraordinary, and thirty kilograms of source are definitely worth it."

After saying this, he changed the subject.

"But seeing as you have a connection, I'll sell you three of the ten kilograms of source, alas."

Perhaps because he felt that a mortal like Zhang Huan really couldn't gather so many resources, the old saint easily gave in and made concessions. He sighed and spoke with nostalgia.

At the same time, he released a trace of holy power and controlled the strength, which allowed Zhang Huan to sense his extraordinaryness.

"This person's mind is not like those old saints who have returned to the secular world. He deliberately showed off his cultivation. What is he planning?"

Zhang Huan guessed that he was either fishing or had some secret.

If it were someone else, they would probably have burst into tears of gratitude and felt fortunate to have such an opportunity.

But Zhang Huan pretended to be stunned for a moment, and then acted like a normal person.

"Thank you very much, old man."

There weren't many good things on the stall, so Zhang Huan picked out two more stones. The old man was delighted when he saw this and raised his eyebrows.

Under Zhang Huan's perception, his hand holding the pipe unconsciously clenched.

After handing the old man ten kilograms of food, Zhang Huan left with a smile under the eagle's gaze.

"Let's leave the city. This guy is quite strange. Catch him and interrogate him."

Ever since he left the stall, the old saint had been keeping an eye on him, following him from a distance.

He planned to sit back and wait for the other party to come to him.

On a dark and windy night, in the forest, Zhang Huan was meditating quietly when an old man walked out from behind a towering ancient tree.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not having any power but possessing the Source Technique, and I just happened to see you."

The old man had no scruples at all and kept talking to himself, as if he had already regarded Zhang Huan as a sure thing.

As he walked forward step by step, his eyes became more and more terrifying, and the demonic energy in his hands rose. He intended to refine Zhang Huan and take away everything from him.

"Old Saint, I am dying soon. The longer I live, the more unwilling I am to accept this. I still want to live. Watching my life decay day by day, can you understand how painful it is?"

"Please borrow your source technique to help me find some ancient medicinal fruits so that I can live a little longer. I will remember your kindness."

He muttered as if to excuse himself, and a look of compassion appeared on his face.

"Hey, why aren't you afraid of me?"

The old saint was very surprised to see Zhang Huan open his eyes and watch him walk towards him step by step without any reaction.

"Why be afraid?"

Zhang Huan frowned and spoke calmly.

"you you"

"Shut up and die!"

Before he could continue, Zhang Huan interrupted him directly. Suddenly, a surge of holy power surged from his body, flooding the surroundings.

The scolding carried the power of rules and struck the old saint like unbearable pressure, forcing him to kneel on the ground with blood foaming from his mouth.

The situation suddenly reversed, and the old saint was shaking like a sieve.

"You, ah"

On his frightened face, Zhang Huan could no longer see any hypocritical behavior.

"You bastard, say one more word and I'll try to refine it."

Zhang Huan sneered and imitated him, raising his magic palm and slapping him directly on the top of his head, making a big hole and a bloody mess.

After a few slaps, the old saint's voice for mercy became faint, and his soul was like a frightened bird, trying to turn into a stream of light and escape, but Zhang Huan grabbed it and began to refine it on the spot.

"Sir, I didn't recognize you. It must be a misunderstanding."

Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Zhang Huan penetrated deep into his consciousness and devoured the mark of life without leaving a single instant.

After a while, Zhang Huan broke the remaining restrictions, revealed all the sealed memories, and completely refined the old saint's soul.

(End of this chapter)