All Heavens: Start with the Heaven-Covering Sacrifice

Chapter 15: The Secret of Xing, Gambling on Stones in the Divine City
Time passed moment by moment, and no one knew how much time had passed. When He Lang woke up from the inheritance, the Wu Shi Sutra had already returned to peace.

Recalling the Sutra of the Beginningless, He Lang couldn't help but think of a sentence in his heart: "Who is the peak at the end of the immortal road? Once you see the Beginningless Road, it becomes empty."

The Sutra of the Beginningless explains the changes of the universe from nothing to something, the birth and origin of all things. It is not the Avenue of Time as he speculated. The Avenue of Time is just a part of the Emperor's Way of the Beginningless, one of the changes.

He turned his head to look at Hei Huang and found that white mist was coming out of its dog head!

He Lang: "..."

The Black Emperor's aura also became extremely chaotic, and it was obvious that his foundation had been disrupted by the Great Way of Beginninglessness.

"what!"

He Lang let out a light shout, which sounded like the sound of a huge bell in Black Emperor's ears, awakening the mad Black Emperor and interrupting his meditation.

"Xian Dao, why is Xian Dao gone..."

The Black Emperor’s mind broke free from the Beginningless Emperor Dao, and he muttered to himself.

"If you continue to practice, you will be able to see the great way." He Lang said unhappily.

When Hei Huang heard this, he was shocked and quickly checked his body. He found that all the origins in his body were disordered and he had gone astray.

"The Beginningless Sutra is not suitable for you. You'd better not force yourself to comprehend it, lest you become an immortal one day." He Lang warned.

This scripture really requires incredible talent to stay on the right path.

Heihuang didn't say anything stubborn, he just nodded his head silently.

It took a long time for it to adjust itself, with a look of loss in its eyes.

Seeing He Lang stand up, it followed behind him.

The footsteps of a man and a dog echoed in the silent purple mountain.

"Do you think there are immortals in the world?" Heihuang suddenly asked.

Obviously, this experience made it confused, and the person in front of it was a hero who opened the Sutra of the Beginningless with his own strength. His talent was unprecedented in history. It wanted to hear the thoughts of such a hero.

"Yes." He Lang said affirmatively.

Hei Huang did not ask him why he was so sure. His steps became lighter and he disappeared in a short while.

He Lang looked at its receding figure and smiled.

At the same time, I also feel that all the emperors of the world are a bit of a scam.

As powerful as the Wu Shi Emperor was, he broke into the crack world of the fairyland without saying a word, which made the ignorant dog nervous.

He Lang came to the place where Taoist Cai was in seclusion and found that it was full of vitality and the deathly aura had faded away. He turned around and left, and found a place to continue his practice.

In the Holy Cliff of the Eastern Wasteland, a figure exactly like He Lang was walking on the Holy Cliff. That was He Lang's split soul.

The split soul strolled leisurely all the way to a sarcophagus. None of the various emperor's formations were triggered along the way. Every step he took was on the road to life.

"Bring the jar!" He Lang's soul shouted softly, and the sound reached He Lang's heart.

He Lang activated the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar, opening a void passage in the Purple Mountain. Then the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar flew up, fell straight into the passage and disappeared.

In the holy cliff, a void passage emerged, and the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot flew out and landed on the head of the split soul.

"Open!" The split soul injected boundless holy power into the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, reviving wisps of extreme aura, which pressed down towards the ancient coffin and suppressed the things inside.

Then he opened the sarcophagus, and without paying attention to the holy body inside, he looked at the intricate Taoist diagram on the lid of the sarcophagus.

It is also the amazing magic skill created by Xiaoyao Tianzun, one of the Nine Heavenly Lords in the mythological era, the secret of the word "Xing".

When the secret of the word "Xing" is fully mastered, it can travel through all kinds of dangerous and desolate places in the world. Even the formations of the ancient emperors cannot stop it, because it touches the mysterious realm of time.

At this moment, this supreme magic was engraved in the heart of He Lang's soul and turned into a foundation. In just a moment, He Lang's soul mastered this supreme magic, and the complex innate Dao diagram under his feet intertwined. He took a step and walked out of the Holy Cliff. The ancient emperor's array pattern was not triggered.

Then the split soul returned, sealed the ancient coffin tightly, stepped out of the Holy Cliff, crossed the void, and arrived at the Purple Mountain in a few steps.

"He boy, when did you go out?" Black Emperor, who was taking a walk, saw He Lang's soul coming in from outside Zishan, and his face was confused.

"I went out earlier." The split soul responded casually and walked towards where He Lang was.

Black Emperor didn't care, but he stopped walking and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of He Lang.

"No, that guy just now was not He Lang. The smell was wrong." Heihuang turned and ran towards He Lang.

When it ran over, it saw He Lang's soul entering his body and the two merged into one.

"Is this your clone?" Heihuang asked in surprise.

"Yes." He Lang said as he received the fused memories.

"Can you teach me?" Hei Huang walked forward and stared at He Lang with fiery eyes.

The clone just now was exactly the same as He Lang in terms of origin and level of cultivation. I'm afraid no one could tell the difference except it. It knew that this was a supreme secret technique, so it wanted to learn it.

During the conversation, He Lang had already integrated the secret of the word "Xing".

"Okay." He Lang said, and a divine light flew out from his eyebrows and fell into Heihuang's mind.

The Black Emperor Dog's face was full of joy, but when it saw the practice method of the Soul Transmutation Secret Art, it instantly turned its head back.

"Are you kidding me? If you separate your spirit and soul, you will die if you are not careful." Black Emperor yelled. Is this something that a human can practice?

"This is how I practice. I've given you the secret technique. It's up to you whether you practice it or not. You just saw my split soul, so why doubt it?" He Lang said unhappily.

Black Emperor pondered for a while, but still didn't practice. He felt that his life was not strong enough! There was no need to torture himself.

Time seems to pass by in the process of cultivation. In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed. On this day, a surge of qi and blood power like a vast ocean rushed out from the place where Taoist Cai was in retreat. There was a sound of thunder coming from the retreat, and then the qi and blood power converged.

The Yin-Yang Pearl fell down and was collected by Taoist Cai.

He walked out of the retreat and found He Lang who was chatting with Hei Huang.

"Heihuang, we are going out. Do you want to come with us?" He Lang invited.

"You guys go, my transformation is not complete yet, I need to stay in Purple Mountain for some time." Black Emperor said after thinking for a while.

"alright."

He Lang took Taoist Cai for a walk in Zishan Mountain and took a look at the Sutra of the Beginningless. When Taoist Cai heard that He Lang had obtained the inheritance, he was very excited. However, after He Lang demonstrated a section of Taoist patterns to him, he fell into silence because he could not comprehend anything and could not understand the true meaning of it.

He Lang also took him to take a look at the self-proclaimed Gu Tianshu, which made the old Taoist sigh.

He then talked about how he had once confronted Gu Tianshu in the starry sky and regarded him as a powerful enemy. Unfortunately, Gu Tianshu disappeared later, and he had always been shocked by it. He did not expect that when they met again, thousands of years had passed.

He Lang could not feel his hero-respecting-another-hero mentality. Along the way, he had experienced both being suppressed before his awakening and ascending to heaven after his awakening. He could not empathize with him at all.

The two walked out of Purple Mountain, left the Northern Territory, returned to the Eastern Wilderness, and walked into a divine city.

The divine city is extremely prosperous, with all kinds of hawking going on all the time. It is close to the Taichu ancient mining area, and gambling on stones is prevalent.

Looking up at the Daoyi Holy Land Stone Archway in front of him, He Lang barked twice in his heart. He had sworn before awakening that he would be a dog if he entered the Stone Archway again, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face now.

"This time, I will take back everything I lost!"

He Lang brought Taoist Cai into the stone archway.

　I didn't realize it before, but now I realize that a lot of the later plots of The Great Ruler are expansions of the content that appeared in the early stages.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)