Shrouding the Heavens: The Ruthless Heavenly Emperor

He was willing to go to any lengths for his beloved granddaughter.

Their divine race possesses the elixir of immortality from the Ancient Tree of Life, a divine medicine once given to Emperor Daoyan, but it was obtained by their divine race.

Immortal gold also exists.

Gradually, a look of pain appeared on Xin Tian's face. He would definitely have to use one of these two things, or even send a little of both at the same time.

However, once they become involved with Wuqing, the gods will only become stronger and go further. Losing the elixir of immortality or immortal gold in exchange for an opportunity is not a loss.

P.S.: Time to practice driving and do practice questions again. I also have to go to a wedding in a few days. I'm so busy.

Chapter 74 Obtaining the Devouring Demon Art

Xu Jin, his face cold, strolled across the land of the gods, following the goddess Xinwu deeper into the realm of the gods.

From a great distance, he saw a black-haired young man who looked very much like Xu Changqing, and a girl who looked somewhat frail.

Not far away, a young girl who looked rather immature was playing chess with a middle-aged man.

"Father, they've arrived." Xin Wu respectfully approached Xin Tian, ​​her flawless face filled with seriousness.

Xin Tian was rather burly, dressed in a simple gray outfit, with a resolute face and a full beard, making him look extremely dignified.

He looked at Xu Jin, who had blond hair, and showed a hint of amazement, saying, "He's not that old, but he's already at the fifth level of the Saint King realm. What terrifying talent."

Achieving the fifth level of Saint King in a hundred years is rare even in the starry sky. However, back then, an even more extraordinary genius appeared in another race. He cultivated for decades and became a Saint, but in the end, he stopped at the Great Saint level.

Xu Jin didn't speak, but looked around and noticed a little girl opposite the middle-aged man who looked somewhat like Xu An. It seemed that this was his biological daughter.

"Where did your master go?" The next moment, Xin Tian asked in a low voice, looking at Xu Jin with indifferent eyes, carrying a terrifying sense of oppression.

Xu Jin remained calm in the face of Shen Tian, ​​not bowing his head because Shen Tian was the strongest of the gods, and said in a flat tone, "I don't know either."

He truly didn't know; he had only seen Xu Changqing twice. The first time was when Xu Changqing was still in his frog form, and the second time was when Xu Changqing severed his Dao.

"You'll stay with the God Clan for the rest of the time," Xin Tian said.

His idea was to make Xu Jin feel a sense of belonging among the gods. Coincidentally, his daughter had feelings for him, and Xu Jin was also a new generation of young supreme beings, whose strength was naturally not to be underestimated.

So now, the ruthless family is bound to the gods.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that Xu Jin could never fall for Xin Wu. Although he had feelings for her, he was about to transcend those feelings and reach a state of inexplicable confusion.

Within the Demon Clan's Imperial Road, in a small world filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, Xu Changqing and Tuntian were in seclusion, while Duan De had already left.

Perhaps, after Duan De's departure, we will never see him again.

Within the small world, Xu Changqing sat cross-legged on a snow-capped mountain, silently healing his injuries, sorting out his own Dao Laws, and constantly recalling his experience from the great battle with the Great Sage.

Analyze the laws that erupted when the Great Sage launched his attack from memory.

"Rumble"

The blood in Xu Changqing's body surged like a thousand horses galloping, like the Yellow River flowing. A tremendous sound emanated from his body, and his internal organs emitted a colorful halo, representing the intertwining of extreme emotional power, which finally formed into lines.

"Boom, boom!"

With each heartbeat, the entire mountain trembled, as if struck by lightning, like a cosmic alarm bell being tolled.

After more than twenty years of healing and twenty years of seclusion, he should have been able to break through to the Great Sage level long ago.

However, his injuries had not yet healed, so he hesitated to break through to the Great Sage realm, because he felt that this time, achieving the Great Sage realm through tribulation would be unprecedentedly terrifying.

Countless streams of spiritual energy swirled around Xu Changqing's body.

The Yin and Yang energies of heaven and earth constantly transform, and a Yin-Yang diagram hangs overhead, reversing the Yin and Yang energies to heal injuries.

The deities of the Taoist palace chanted inexplicable Taoist scriptures. The celestial platform was like a mirror, covered with ancient characters. Countless ancient chapters appeared and pulsated before Xu Changqing.

Twenty years of seclusion allowed him to further refine his scriptures.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, all the ancient characters, all the laws of the Great Dao, and the Yin-Yang Qi all entered Xu Changqing's body.

"Hoo!" He opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, and a gust of wind swept through the entire small world.

"My injuries have fully healed, and I need to break through to the Great Sage realm. However, before that, I need to obtain the Devouring Heaven Demon Art. I only need the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to perfect my cultivation technique."

Xu Changqing went to the secluded place where Tuntian cultivated.

It was a peach orchard, with countless colorful petals, a sweet fragrance, and an abundance of spiritual energy. Deep inside was a small wooden house.

In front of the cabin, a woman dressed in a moon-white dress sat quietly on a stone bench. In front of her was a stone slab with a scroll on it.

Fresh peach petals fall from time to time, creating a pink scene everywhere you look, incredibly warm and cozy, with petals fluttering and dancing in the air.

Devouring Heaven sat quietly on the stone bench, a golden pen in her hand, runes swirling around it, as she began to carve on the scroll.

At this moment, she was so beautiful, devoid of her domineering and aloofness, only gentleness remained, her eyes filled with longing.

Her delicate hands were like crystal clear jade, and pink petals fluttered around her head. Her white dress fluttered from time to time, and her beautiful black hair swayed gently.

Xu Changqing arrived and stood behind her, watching silently without saying a word to disturb her.

Tuntian began to paint, outlining delicate lines, with flashes of golden light occasionally appearing at the tip of the golden brush.

Her movements were very gentle; she was drawing something.

Much later, a young man with a sunny smile, dressed simply and with a slightly dirty face, appeared, carrying a little girl with a bright smile, clutching a hard steamed bun.

They seemed to come alive in the portrait, with playful sounds coming from all around.

This is something Tuntian does every year. It's as if her brother has always been there for her as she grows up, painting a scroll every year.

However, Xu Changqing also noticed a painting not far away. It depicted a black-haired man in black clothes with a cold expression, and a little girl sitting on his shoulder with a restrained expression.

That's me!

There is another painting, which is in a dark alley, under a gloomy sky, where a little girl dressed in tattered clothes huddles in a simple shelter, shivering passively.

A young man, holding a black oil-paper umbrella, stood in front of the little girl, his eyes filled with reminiscence. Finally, he bent down and placed one hand on the little girl's forehead.

These portraits seem to wave, drawing the viewer in at a glance, as if transporting them back to that era.

Xu Changqing watched silently. Back then, in order to make a plan, he had taken the little girl out to play for two days, so that he could leave a deep impression on her childhood.

Finally, after a moment, Tuntian put down his brush, rolled up the scroll, placed it aside, and turned to face Xu Changqing.

At this moment, the coldness that usually graced Tuntian's exquisitely beautiful face was gone.

Cool, there was only longing and a certain tenderness, as she softly asked, "Are you leaving?"

In fact, over the past twenty years, they have not met many times. Every year, they would exchange ideas and discuss philosophy with each other before returning to their respective seclusion.

Xu Changqing nodded lightly, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like the depths of the moonlit night. He wore a loose black robe, and his physique was not thin, but rather robust.

He was very tall, with thick white hair cascading over his shoulders, and a cold face that looked as if sculpted by God himself.

Seeing Xu Changqing nod, Tuntian understood and walked up to Xu Changqing. The two were only a meter apart, and their breaths were even on each other's faces.

The Devouring Sky was also very tall, reaching right up to Xu Changqing's eyes.

She took out a jade slip, inside which strange black characters flowed, as if there was a suction force trying to absorb people's souls.

"This is the cultivation method you requested. I haven't perfected it much yet. If you want to perfect it, you need to become stronger. However, the underlying principles are the same. Whether it's perfect or not, it still has the same characteristics."

Tuntian's voice was very pleasant, like a gentle spring breeze, with a faint magnetism, like an empress.

She wasn't as cold as usual; her eyes held a hint of tenderness.

Xu Changqing accepted the cultivation manual expressionlessly, glanced deeply at Devouring Heaven, and then left without looking back.

In his eyes, several colors of mist floated above the little head of the Devouring Sky. These were the emotions she exuded, including not only fighting spirit but also a certain gentleness, and even a touch of love.

Xu Changqing didn't take these things seriously; perhaps to him, they were Tuntian's feelings for her brother.

Tuntian stood quietly amidst the colorful peach blossoms, silently watching Xu Changqing walk away with steady steps.

With her long, slender legs, stunning figure, and amazing curves, she wore a moon-white dress and looked like a peerless fairy who had stepped out of a mythical era. She stood quietly in a world of falling peach blossoms, creating a beautiful picture.

Xu Changqing returned to the snow-capped mountains and began to study the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, meticulously analyzing it to extract the useful characteristics for himself, and then attempting to integrate it with his own Heavenly Art.

Chapter 75 Perfecting the Heavenly Technique

Xu Changqing went into seclusion again, carefully studying the Devouring Heaven Demon Art and extracting some of its characteristics.

For example, one can absorb the enemy's Dao Laws to replenish oneself, or, in the midst of a great battle, when one's divine power is about to be exhausted, one can use the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to absorb the opponent's attacks for one's own use.

It's fair to say that it's quite perverted.

He dissected every single word and phrase, and in the end, in order to perfect his Heavenly Skill, he chose to cultivate the Devouring Heaven Demon Skill.

A year later, Xu Changqing emerged from his seclusion and headed to the Ancient Holy Spirit Road. The journey took him a year, and he once again wreaked havoc on the Ancient Holy Spirit Road.

From the thirty-first level onwards, he continuously used the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to absorb the flesh and essence of all the holy spirits, leading many to believe that this was Devouring Heaven seeking revenge.

This caused Xu Changqing's Holy Spirit Curse to grow stronger and stronger. The dark red Holy Spirit Curse, combined with the curse descended by the Heavenly Dao, turned golden, with dark red tinged inside the golden divine halo.

"I can see people's emotions, and my internal organs are the gods of emotions. I use the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to absorb the emotions of all the heavens and strengthen myself." This is the step that Xu Changqing most needs to perfect.

He had been using the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to hunt down Holy Spirits in order to experience the mystery of absorbing the source. In the end, those Holy Spirits were filled with resentment, anger, and even more fear before they died.

These all became Xu Changqing's experimental subjects.

On the Holy Spirit Emperor's Path, at the sixty-eighth level, all the Holy Spirits on the sixty-eighth floor were slaughtered once again, leaving not a trace of blood or flesh.

All the buildings in the city were reduced to fragments, the stones were broken, the streets were filled with countless cracks, and the starry sky was shattered, but there was not a trace of Ding Shengling's corpse or flesh.

Because everything of the Holy Spirit, except for those buildings, was absorbed by Xu Changqing using the Devouring Heaven Demon Art.

The half-life weapons of those holy spirits have all been absorbed by the Bone Blade. It can be said that the gods of the Bone Blade are now cultivating the Devouring Heaven Demon Art.

"Heartless!" A head lay fallen in front of Xu Changqing.

It was a human head, but the eyes and nose were made of stone; only part of it was flesh and blood. The body had already been eaten by Xu Changqing.

He never imagined that he, a dignified Great Sage at the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm, would be knocked out by a single punch from Xu Changqing, completely powerless to fight back.

Xu Changqing stood quietly in place, watching the human head continuously radiate emotions of fear and anger. With a thought, he began to fuse the characteristics of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art with the Ruthless Heaven Art.

"Clang clang."

Ancient characters bloomed in his eyes, the patterns of the Great Dao spread, and the principles of the Dao permeated the entire city.