He was invincible from the beginning of the Heaven-Covering Era.

Fortunately, Zhou Qing also gained a lot this time, acquiring a small quasi-emperor furnace that was close to the level of an imperial weapon, which is another trump card for turning the tide.

The aura of the Great Emperor spread throughout the East Sea, a major event that shocked the world, and many people wanted to know what was going on.

On the surface, the Great Sage level is the strongest, but recently things related to the Emperor have been popping up one after another, leaving people puzzled.

"The aura of an emperor... Could it be that the Ancient Sun Cult is using their supreme imperial weapon for something?" someone speculated.

The Ancient Sun Cult is a mysterious entity. It is said that the destruction of the Golden Crow Clan was related to them. This news came after the Old King personally intervened.

It is said that even the Sun Emperor's imperial weapon is in their hands, a piece of news that once terrified the Ziwei sect.

Whether due to their own indifference or because they had indeed occupied the territory of the Ancient Sun Cult, these sects all wanted to seek apology from the Ancient Sun Cult and offer tribute.

Some treasures were found, but none of them knew where the Ancient Sun Cult was located, so the matter was eventually left unresolved.

Now that a force related to the Great Emperor has emerged, everyone suspects that the Ancient Sun Cult is up to something, as it is the only force on Ziwei that possesses an ultimate imperial weapon.

People were talking about it, and people from all four continents were speculating, but Zhou Qing had already arrived at the Ziwei Divine Dynasty.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the landscape is picturesque. One after another, majestic cities stand on the land, like true dragons lying in wait, ready to soar into the sky at any moment.

The reason for this feeling is that the dragon veins beneath these cities are too amazing. Purple energy soars into the sky and transforms into the shape of a dragon above the city, breathing in and out the essence of heaven and earth, nourishing the city and turning it into a pure land for cultivation.

Most people cannot see such dragon energy, but for Zhou Qing, who has already broken through to the seventh level of the Dao Realm, seeing it is not difficult at all.

“This can also be considered one aspect of the field.” Zhou Qing pondered as he moved forward.

Similar methods exist in the Book of Origins, but there are still some differences compared to this method of city building.

This method of city construction belongs to the geomancers who seek dragon veins. The Origin Book mainly focuses on the source veins. Although it can also see dragon veins and has a similar effect, it is not as specialized as the geomancers who seek dragon veins.

Whether it's a source master, a dragon seeker, or a feng shui master in a tomb, they are all just one aspect of the field. Only by combining all methods of utilizing heaven and earth and nature can one truly understand the way of the field.

Now his Source Technique is almost on par with that of a Source Master. His understanding and perception of the great trends of heaven and earth are unparalleled in the world, and no one in the world can compare to him. Naturally, he can see more mysteries in it.

Unfortunately, although he is only a hair's breadth away from Master Yuan, it is unknown how long he will be stuck at that level.

Zhou Qing traveled all the way, constantly pondering matters related to the grand scheme of things, the natural world, the creation of all things, and the workings of the universe. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the capital of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty.

"Grandmaster, please accept my bow. I humbly request that you guide me in the art of celestial secrets. I am willing to erect a statue of you and worship you daily!"

A slightly hoarse but incredibly excited voice immediately caught Zhou Qing's attention.

An old man with gray hair and withered skin flew from afar and stopped in front of Zhou Qing. He bowed deeply, his eyes filled with immense excitement, as if he had seen a true god in the world.

Several middle-aged men caught up behind him and were utterly shocked by what they saw, finding it absurd.

A man rushed forward anxiously, trying to pull the old man back, and said, "Master! Master, what's wrong? Have you been ambushed?"

The other middle-aged men looked at Zhou Qing with a hint of coldness in their eyes. With a wave of their hand, they summoned a group of soldiers from a distance. Their armor was gleaming and cold, making some passersby nearby feel intimidated.

"What's going on? Does anyone know what happened?" someone asked, puzzled.

"That's...that's the current Grand Preceptor of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty! His mastery of celestial secrets is unparalleled, and it's said that he's even above the Celestial Secret Elder of Taiyuan. He's a figure whom all the celestial secret masters on our Ziwei Star call their patriarch!"

A very knowledgeable passerby came out

He uttered a sound, his face filled with utter shock, completely unable to control his expression.

Zhou Qing stopped, his gaze sweeping over the Heavenly Mystery Grand Preceptor of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, over the disciples behind him, over the soldiers pointing their weapons at him, and over the passersby who were watching nearby.

Instantly, everyone couldn't help but shudder, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, as if a deity sat in their hearts, demanding their worship.

"Master, please calm down! Why don't you put away your weapons and kneel here!" The Imperial Preceptor Ziwei shouted in fear at the people behind him.

The soldiers hesitated, but they still put away their weapons and obediently knelt down along with several disciples of the Imperial Preceptor Ziwei.

This old man was their unparalleled national advisor, a figure whom all the celestial strategists of Ziwei Star had to address as their patriarch. He could predict good and bad fortune, calculate cause and effect, and even the emperor of their Ziwei Divine Dynasty had to respect him.

If this old man has spoken, then what he says must be true. This is the prestige established by hundreds of generations of Heavenly Mystery Masters since the founding of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze appeared beneath their knees, yet it exerted an unimaginable resistance, preventing them from kneeling any lower.

"Get up," Zhou Qingping's calm voice rang out.

The Imperial Preceptor Ziwei immediately felt his body slip out of his control and involuntarily stood up, which made him even more horrified and filled him with even greater awe for Zhou Qing.

"Grandmaster, this is your Heavenly Secret Dao Fruit." After standing properly, the Ziwei National Master immediately took out a seed that was constantly changing, sometimes like water and sometimes like wind, and respectfully held it in front of him with both hands.

With a wave of his hand, Zhou Qing sent the seed flying back to him, where it transformed into a Dao principle.

"Please come to my residence, Master. I have prepared the highest-level celestial banquet for you in the entire Divine Dynasty," the Imperial Preceptor Ziwei said respectfully once again.

His hair was gray and his body was hunched over; he was clearly in his old age. Yet, he was treating a young man with such respect, which surprised passersby.

"Are you kidding me? Who could possibly make this peerless national teacher call him 'ancestor'? Who is this young man? Is he just young on the surface but actually an old monster?" One person stared wide-eyed, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Among the crowd, several people looked closely at Zhou Qing, their expressions growing increasingly terrified, and they trembled uncontrollably, which struck some nearby people as odd.

"Brothers, what's wrong with you? Were you still shaken by that look from that senior? Haven't you recovered yet?" someone asked, puzzled.

"That's...that's the Demon Lord!" someone whispered, afraid that Zhou Qing would hear them.

These words rang in everyone's ears like a thunderclap, shocking everyone. When they looked at Zhou Qing again, their gazes were different from before, filled with awe.

This is a true king!

In this day and age, every king is revered, and each one is an invincible being in their own continent. So-called supreme leaders are like ants in their hands, with an insurmountable gap between them.

Zhou Qing naturally heard these words. It was no use speaking in a low voice, but he didn't care. Instead, he slowly walked into the capital under the welcoming presence of the Imperial Preceptor Ziwei.

"I have a feeling something big is about to happen!" a young man murmured as he watched Zhou Qing walk in.

"Brother, why do you say that?" some of the newcomers asked.

"Yin Tiande is also in the capital now. He seems to have some ideas about that Shenzhou princess. If I remember correctly, the Demon Lord and that Shenzhou princess came to Ziwei Star together back then."

What the young man said startled everyone.

One person couldn't help but say, "You mean Yin Tiande is going to get into trouble?"

The man nodded and said, "Yin Tiande was once the number one genius of his time! But if he offended the Demon Lord, how could he possibly survive?"

Over the years, apart from Lu Ya who died prematurely, the other prodigies have all been shining brightly. Could it be that another one is about to fall, and it's this amazing Yin Tiande?

Immediately, this idea surged into everyone's minds.

Chapter 207 The Brothers Yin Tiande and Yin Tianzhi

The city wall was tall and majestic, cast from a kind of black divine iron, shimmering with a cold metallic luster, covered with array patterns, and exuding an aura of the Great Dao.

Upon entering the city, a golden light shot up from Zhou Qing's head, transforming him into another version of himself, incredibly real.

"This is...outside the Heavenly Transformation Domain?"

The old national advisor of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty felt that this incarnation technique was very familiar. After pondering it, his pupils contracted. It was very similar to the Golden Crow Clan's incarnation technique in the outer realm of the Heavenly Realm.

This incarnation technique is very powerful, not in terms of combat strength, but in the range of its descent, which is extraordinary in all directions.

His combat power is equivalent to that of an ordinary avatar, but he can descend from tens of millions of miles away, covering a very wide area, making him impossible to defend against.

The old national advisor had lived for many years and had seen the young Golden Crow King use this secret technique before, so even though Zhou Qing had created an avatar on the spot, he still recognized him.

This further solidified his belief that the Golden Crow Clan was destroyed by the Ancient Sun Cult and this young man.

"Master, please come this way," the old national teacher said, leading the way for Zhou Qing.

His address of "Grandmaster" made his disciples feel embarrassed, but in his eyes it was nothing, and addressing someone as "Grandmaster" was a very normal thing.

On the path of cultivation, one should learn from those who have attained enlightenment, especially since this person's divination skills far surpass his own, bordering on divine.

Moreover, it wasn't just about divination techniques; there was also a power he couldn't fathom or fathom.

He studied it for several years, neglecting sleep and meals, becoming completely absorbed in it, ignoring everything else, and devoting himself entirely to that seed. To outsiders, it seemed as if he had become obsessed.

But in the process, he never managed to find a solution to the power that fascinated and longed for so much; instead, he was deeply impressed.

He was immediately excited when he learned a few days ago that Zhou Qing was coming to the Ziwei Divine Dynasty.

For the past few years, he had longed to meet Zhou Qing and ask him about the secrets of heaven in person. Now that day had finally come, he couldn't help but lose his composure even outside the city.

Zhou Qing's true form followed the old Grand Preceptor to the Grand Preceptor's residence in the capital, while his avatar traversed several bustling streets to find Dao Qingling and Xiao Yu.

Although it is described as bustling, it is not actually crowded with people. Compared to the wide streets, there are relatively few pedestrians on the road, and it lacks the hustle and bustle of a busy city.

However, almost all the pedestrians on this road were cultivators. Auspicious energy filled the streets, and there were palaces and pavilions surrounded by divine light. There were medicine pavilions, artifact pavilions, cultivation rooms, and occasionally a dueling arena.

Fighting arenas are all too common in the world of cultivators.

Conflicts between cultivators are an unavoidable issue, because cultivation resources in the world are too limited. If one wants to advance, one can only compete, which makes conflict too easy.

On the way, Zhou Qing saw a very young cultivator cleaving his opponent in two on the dueling platform. Judging from the intensity of their fight, they must have had a long-standing grudge, and now they were finally settling things over.

"Are cultivators and mortals really different? Aside from their cultivation levels, everyone's heart is the same; they all have love, hate, and passion; they are all filled with human nature. Even a great emperor who loses..."

Is the level of grief felt by a beloved person different from that of an ordinary person losing their beloved?

As Zhou Qing walked along, he gained some insights. Strands of Dao principles passed by him, and his understanding of the Dao was slowly growing.

"My sense of the Dao has improved again." Zhou Qing pondered this after regaining his senses.

Since severing his Dao, he has found it easier to comprehend the Dao than when he was in the second stage of the game. The change is significant, which even puzzles him.

No matter what he sees, he can easily glean something from it. Even just wandering around the world, his understanding of the Dao is slowly improving, and his foundation is becoming deeper and deeper.

He was very familiar with this situation; every time he advanced to a higher realm, his sense of Dao would increase dramatically.

When he was young, some enlightenment treasures were still somewhat useful to him, but now that he has reached this level, most enlightenment treasures in the world are no longer effective. Nothing can compare to himself. The effect of a single drop of his blood is greater than that of a cup of ordinary enlightenment tea, let alone him as a person.

Perhaps only tea leaves that have undergone a once-in-a-millennium cycle of enlightenment can provide him with some enhancement.

Although cultivation becomes increasingly difficult as one progresses, it doesn't seem that difficult for him. If each realm continues to increase exponentially, he doesn't know if one day his cultivation level will inevitably increase even if he stops cultivating.

"Haha, that's wishful thinking. Cultivation is never that simple. There are so many challenges ahead, I wonder how long they'll hold me back." Zhou Qing shook his head and chuckled.

He walked along the road with light and graceful steps, as if a gust of wind was carrying him forward. His clothes fluttered, and he looked like an immortal descending to earth, causing the eyes of some female cultivators on the road to sparkle with admiration.

On another street, the gate of a sprawling mansion attracted the attention of some passersby.

"Miss Yu'er, may I inform you that this is a five-colored ancient vine, a gift from my elder brother to the princess?"

He was a very young man with long eyebrows that reached his temples, jet-black hair, and vigorous blood and energy, but he could not be described as handsome.

At this moment, the man took out a colorful ancient vine and handed it to a girl opposite him. He had a smile on his face, but he was in pain inside.

"This is a five-colored ancient vine, such a precious spiritual object. How could you give it away like this, elder brother? I really don't know what you were thinking." The man sighed inwardly, but he had to maintain a refined and gentle demeanor on his face.