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"Emperor Tan, you've been here for several days now. What brings you here?"

Little Golden Crow looked at Tan Wenjie with a helpless expression.

This is his brother's killer, but also the benefactor who helped his cousin Yang Jian's family. Now, he is the ruler of the underworld, holding a high position and great power.

It's not so much hatred as it is hatred, after all, the little golden crow has already attained enlightenment and has long since detached itself from hatred. Now, it only wants to complete its daily work, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Compared to my own narrow-minded hatred, the absence of the sun on earth would inevitably lead to catastrophe.

"Your Highness, please don't take offense," Tan Wenjie said, stretching. "I've been lacking calcium lately, so I wanted to get some sunshine."

Little Golden Crow: "..."

That shamelessness is still so familiar.

"I've come to bring good news for His Highness the Crown Prince," Tan Wenjie said. "His Highness the Great Golden Crow has already been reincarnated."

"Big brother?" Little Golden Crow perked up.

"Yes, he is now the Eighth Prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace."

The Eighth Prince, who was reincarnated from the Crown Prince of Heaven to become the Dragon King of the East Sea, is losing his level quite quickly. Coupled with the annoying nature of the East Sea Dragon Palace, the Eighth Prince's life is definitely not going to be easy.

Throughout history, there have been many creatures that have caused trouble in the Dragon Palace, such as Jingwei, Nezha, and Sun Wukong... In short, they would cause trouble every now and then.

"That's good too," the little golden crow remarked. "To escape the upper realm and become an ordinary dragon."

Tan Wenjie: "..."

Now it was his turn to be speechless. That was the dragon prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace, a prestigious position even in the world of gods. Guanyin Bodhisattva was accompanied by a dragon girl, and dragons were indispensable to the gods.

From what Little Golden Crow said, it sounded like the lowest level of choice.

With the death of the Third Prince Ao Bing and the lack of a successor for the Dragon King of the East Sea, the Eighth Prince, with the added advantage of his past life's status, could easily take control of the four seas with a little effort, by becoming a disciple of Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong, and by cultivating his personal connections. His life would be even more comfortable than being a prince in heaven.

Nezha was the reincarnation of Lingzhu in his previous life. This auspicious title followed him for most of his life. Even after Nezha made a name for himself in the world, the title of Lingzhu reincarnation was still stamped on him like a quarantine stamp on pork.

Therefore, the reincarnation of the Great Golden Crow can bring it great benefits in many ways.

"Thank you, Emperor Tan, for bringing me this good news," said the little golden crow. "However, there's no need to tell me about the reincarnations of my other brothers. I only want to fulfill my duties now."

"Good, you have a bottom line!" Tan Wenjie gave a thumbs up. "As expected of Prince Jinwu."

Little Golden Crow: "What brings you here to see me, Lord Tan? Please speak plainly."

"It's nothing," Tan Wenjie said, shaking his head. "I would like to ask Your Highness to burn me with the True Fire of the Sun."

"What?" The little golden crow thought he had misheard. "Under the whole heaven, I'm afraid no one dares to withstand my true fire. When the ten of us brothers appeared together, we almost burned the entire prehistoric continent dry."

"Come at me, I have an indestructible body."

Little Golden Crow initially wanted to refuse, but then he thought that Tan Wenjie's strength was said to be no less than Yang Jian's, and that Yang Jian had casually killed his nine older brothers with an axe. So many years had passed, and the other party's strength must have only improved.

"Are you coming or not?" Tan Wenjie urged, unable to understand what the little golden crow was feeling so melancholy about.

"Alright! Emperor Tan, please be careful. My True Sun Fire is invincible. Not to mention touching it, even getting close will reduce the moisture and cause natural disasters and man-made calamities."

"Please." Tan Wenjie closed his eyes and waited quietly.

The true fire of the sun was ignited in Tan Wenjie's chest and attempted to possess his body with extremely high temperature, throwing out all the ashes that his bones and muscles had turned into.

The intense, unbearable pain burned through Tan Wenjie's body. It was visibly difficult for him to bear it; his cheeks were flushed, and sweat was rapidly secreting from his forehead, only to be blown away by the wind.

Pieces of flesh were torn apart as if being gnawed by ants.

At the same time, Tan Wenjie could also see the dramatic changes in his seventy-two transformations, and he could feel his body being tempered and made stronger between breaking and rebirth.

As his body was being reborn, Tan Wenjie's magical power was also being rapidly depleted.

Little Golden Crow also sensed the changes in Tan Wenjie's body, and his aura was rapidly increasing.

This is precisely the method Tan Wenjie uses for cultivation. Under other circumstances, using the True Fire of the Sun to help him cultivate would be tantamount to suicide, but now... it's just right!

He could feel a stronger change finally taking place in his still body.

Finally, with a "bang," the sun's true fire went out.

The little golden crow stared wide-eyed.

⊙0⊙!
No, where did Tan Wenjie go? Why is there only a handful of ash and a glittering thing left?

"Relics?"

and many more!

Little Golden Crow felt a little dizzy.

Tan Wenjie confidently asked me for help in cultivating with the True Fire of the Sun, and then he was cremated by me?

He instinctively reached out to grab the relic, but another hand was faster.

"Hoo, hoo-"

Tan Wenjie blew on the relics he had obtained by burning himself to death.

He's dead, that's true, but he has all sorts of resurrection coins, so he can be resurrected in the blink of an eye.

To put it bluntly, Tan Wenjie is now a true pay-to-win player, with enough premium potions and equipment to support him in waging war against a small world.

The resource reserves in those small worlds are also rapidly being transformed into his personal resources.

As for the relics, they are attributed to Tan Wenjie's previous talent, "boneless relics".

Boneless Relic lv4: There is a chance to generate [Boneless Relic - Small (Treasure)] after death.

[Boneless Relic - Small (Treasure/Material)]: Can be socketed and used as an upgrade material. Effect: Minor damage increase, +5% damage.
"What is this...?" Little Golden Crow was somewhat incredulous.

"Oh, I was too engrossed in my practice just now. Come on, let's continue."

Little Golden Crow: "..."

At Tan Wenjie's insistence, the little golden crow finally had no choice but to help continue burning his body with flames. So, for countless days and nights to come, the little golden crow would come to burn people after it was off duty. After Tan Wenjie was burned to death, he would be resurrected and obtain a relic.

This cycle repeated itself endlessly, and no one knew how much time had passed.

The little golden crow only remembered that the relics had piled up into a small pagoda, and that it kept getting higher and higher.

Finally, on this clear day, the little golden crow waved its hand and chased away the dark clouds. The figure in the sun's true fire was not burned alive into relics, but stood there forever.

"boom!"

Its momentum surged dramatically in an instant.

The little golden crow was startled. It had existed since the primordial era, living for as many years as the sun had appeared, and had seen countless people cultivate. However, the little golden crow had never heard of anyone in this world whose strength could increase so drastically.

It was as if, in that instant, he no longer saw the Heavenly Court's Double Flower Red Stick, the God of War of the Three Realms, but a great god who had appeared since ancient times, a god that no one dared to look directly at.

Tan Wenjie withstood the relentless burning of the sun's true fire and finally succeeded in breaking through the seventy-two transformations, reaching a completely new realm.

Moreover, he was quite certain that although he and Yang Jian had learned the same version of the Seventy-Two Transformations, due to the system, his upgrades were more difficult, but the benefits he received were greater.

Or perhaps, this is the characteristic of cultivating the Seventy-Two Transformations: the more difficult it is, the stronger one becomes.

72 Transformations Lv7 (1/425152800): Can freely transform into other objects. Talents: "Conceal Aura" (unlocked), "Copper Head and Iron Arms" (unlocked), "Heaven and Earth Manifestation" (unlocked), "Three Heads and Eight Arms" (unlocked), Thousand Transformations (unlocked), True Form of the Sun (unlocked). HP +42515280, MP +42515280, Stamina +42515280
True Form of the Sun: Can manipulate the true fire of the sun, converting all fire damage dealt to oneself into healing.

Tan Wenjie looked at the flames burning on his body, the pulse of which was now linked to his heartbeat.

"Boom!" All the flames burst forth in an instant and quickly converged into a circle behind Tan Wenjie, like a sun.

The sun hadn't even had a chance to radiate its intense heat before it quickly disappeared.

Tan Wenjie is confident that he has reached the pinnacle of his craft in the world of fire.

Compared to these improvements, the biggest change is reflected in its three-dimensional attributes.

Life: 47873399/47873399
Mana: 47870875/47870875
Physical strength: 43138018/43138018
From breaking one million to breaking ten million, the increase in numbers even gave Tan Wenjie a rare sense of calm, which was the absolute confidence that came with increased strength.

"Emperor Tan?" The little golden crow asked nervously.

He was certain that if Tan Wenjie wanted to storm the Heavenly Court now, unless the Primordial Celestial Venerable intervened, there would be few in the world who could stop him.

"Your Highness, I'll come to visit you another day to catch up."

Tan Wenjie turned and left, not forgetting to put away his relics.

He didn't use any advanced escape techniques; he simply exerted a little force with his feet, and his body soared into the air, transforming into a meteor that crashed into the sky, leaving a white trail in the air that seemed to tear the heavens apart completely.

This extreme physical transformation made him feel incredibly exhilarated, and he could now act with impunity even without raising the banner of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

"Hmm? I think I forgot something. Oh well, it's alright."

Beside the sycamore tree, the little alligator looked up at the direction Tan Wenjie had left.

"Master, wait for me!"

The little alligator dragon, transformed into a black dragon horse, strained its four hooves, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't catch up with the shooting star that was faster than light.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

Since the Jade Emperor relinquished power and the Queen Mother took over, with Yang Jian acting as the God of Justice managing the immortals, no further mishaps occurred. The immortals diligently fulfilled their duties, fearing that they might be caught as an example by the God of Justice if they were not careful.

"boom!"

"Eyes that can see a thousand miles and ears that can hear the wind, why is it so hot?" The Queen Mother wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had just noticed the hot weather, and there must be something wrong with it.

"Your Majesty, it is Prince Little Golden Crow."

"Prince Jinwu, what happened to him?"

"It was Prince Jinwu who burned Emperor Tan with the True Fire of the Sun."

All the immortals: "..."

Yang Jian frowned, and the third eye pattern between his brows seemed to radiate divine light.

"Your Highness Jinwu dares to defy the Heavenly Laws and harm your colleagues!" Yang Jian raised his hand, ready to set off with his three-pointed double-edged sword.

None of the immortals dared to speak.

They talk about heavenly laws, but everyone knows that Yang Jian and Tan Wenjie are in cahoots.

"No, no, no, God of Justice, please calm down," said Shunfeng'er. "I just heard that Emperor Tan asked Prince Jinwu to use the True Fire of the Sun to temper his body, saying that he wanted to forge it into a hundred-times-refined steel."

"That true fire of the sun burns everything, its power is boundless. Even Sun Wukong, with his bronze head and iron arms, would be burned to molten iron," a deity whispered.

"Yes, Emperor Tan really is..."

I didn't dare say the words "overestimating one's abilities".

Didn't you see that Nezha and Yang Jian are already carrying weapons, ready to fight at the drop of a hat? They certainly won't hold back against the last Golden Crow.

They knew all too well how dangerous these guys could be when they went crazy.

"What!" Thousand-Mile Eyes suddenly widened his eyes.

"Unbelievable!" The person with the keen ears stretched out their ears.

"What exactly happened?" Yang Jian pressed.

"Emperor Tan really, really..."

Before the Thousand-Mile Eye and the Wind-Following Ear could finish speaking, a violent tremor suddenly shook the heavens and earth.

Every deity's body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if they were sensing the Great Celestial Venerable's wrath.

The intense heat swept across the heavens, and even the auspicious clouds beneath their feet became fiery and scalding.

The shockwave, which seemed to come from nowhere, nearly knocked the pillars of the Lingxiao Palace askew.

They all sensed the powerful, unsuppressed magical force.

"Is that Brother Jie?" Nezha exclaimed in surprise. "Why does he seem even more powerful than my senior uncle?"

"Emperor Tan? What level has he reached?"

Yang Jian's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Tan Wenjie were to storm the Heavenly Court now, he could do whatever he wanted as long as the Buddhist and Taoist sects didn't intervene.

"Is this Tan, Tan, Tan Wenjie?" The Queen Mother asked in alarm as soon as she sat down.

“That’s right.” Yang Jian nodded, then turned around, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, “Congratulations, Your Majesty, the Heavenly Court is now strong and well-equipped.”

Queen Mother of the West: "Hehe."

She gave a forced smile.

The soldiers are stronger, but they are even less obedient than Yang Jian. Moreover, she has not yet discovered Tan Wenjie's weakness. How can she possibly trick such a powerful and determined deity into joining her ranks?

Tan Wenjie certainly has no shortage of magical treasures, elixirs, and so on.

This won't work, that won't work either. I can't exactly send him a fairy, that's too vulgar, and it might upset him.

After all, Tan Wenjie has been a Taoist for countless years and has never married, while Yang Jian has married a wife in comparison.

Tan Wenjie is practically a saint who has no desires or wants.

The pressure came and went quickly, and the immortals breathed a sigh of relief.

Never mess with that guy; everyone knows about his infamous rampage in Heaven.

Time flies, dynasties rise and fall.

Tan Wenjie and Yang Chan had already settled into a comfortable life. Now that he was powerful, he naturally became more carefree.

He wasn't afraid of the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals coming with the imperial decree, but the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals seemed to be very afraid of him.

On this day, a celestial servant flew to Mount Hua.

"Emperor Tan, I have brought you good news," he said with a smile.

"What good news will make you remember me?"

"Here's what happened: great chaos is about to break out in the human world, and some gods have descended to earth to prepare 108 people."

Tam Man-kit: "What does this have to do with me?"

Tiannu said, "The higher-ups want to borrow a few people from you to be reincarnated in the mortal realm."

Tan Wenjie suddenly realized: "Just to make up the numbers." (End of Chapter)