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

Gai Jiuyou looked at Zhou Qing and asked with a smile.

He was like a peerless god, full of vigor and upright, as if he were the only figure standing in the world, which was awe-inspiring.

Zhou Qing thought about it and realized that he didn't really have anything too important to do outside. Many of his plans needed time to develop and couldn't be rushed.

Zhou Qing immediately agreed and decided to stay for a while.

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye. Zhou Qing's cultivation has become increasingly profound.

"Brother Gai, your disciple has gone to challenge Zhou Qing again." The Zhou family patriarch sat on a blue stone, watching this scene with great interest.

"Let her go if she wants to. She has great talent, but she's always defiant and that's just her personality. Anyway, Zhou Qing won't hurt her." Gai Jiuyou closed his eyes, but that didn't prevent his divine sense from seeing everything outside.

Although Xia Jiuyou didn't look very big, her aura was not weak at all. With a delicate shout, she rushed forward and pressed down with a large handprint.

The heavens and earth shook, and even a single cloud was scattered. But Zhou Qing simply blew a breath, and a gust of wind surged forth, blotting out the sky and the sun. The wind was sharp as a knife, directly blowing away the giant handprint.

Immediately afterwards, the strong wind subsided, and as it swept over Xia Jiuyou, it made her lose control of herself.

It took action and was blown hundreds of meters away.

"Damn it, no wonder even Master praised him so highly." Xia Jiuyou clenched her fist, her red lips slightly pursed, her heart filled with complex emotions.

She looked at Zhou Qing, clearly unconvinced, and said, "It's only because your cultivation is higher than mine and you have more combat experience that I'm not necessarily worse than you."

“You wait, I heard from my master that even though you are cultivating very fast now, you might be stuck for more than ten or even several decades when you break through to the Dao. I will definitely be able to catch up then.”

Zhou Qing snorted lightly, offering no response, merely demonstrating that he didn't care at all.

Several days later, Zhou Qing stepped out of the small world.

He wanted to traverse mountains and rivers, and experience the mortal world firsthand, because at this level, the tempering of one's mind was more important than arduous cultivation.

Because while developing his physical body and divine treasures, he was also seeking his own path, understanding his own heart, and looking for a way to heaven. Thus, he embarked on his journey, walking the path of the emperor alone.

The Central Region is vast and rich in heritage, including countless human and demon lineages.

On this ancient land, although the human race and the demon race no longer engage in endless wars, they still frequently clash and occasionally fight.

"You brat, didn't you see everyone else kneeling down? You still dare to stand? Don't you want to live?"

A demon king's most beloved grandson was passing through a small town. He was extremely arrogant and demanded that everyone kneel down on both sides of the road to greet him, or he would kill them.

However, he saw a boy in purple standing quietly in the middle of the road, neither kneeling down nor making way, which made him laugh in anger.

"Uncle He, break this kid's leg bones one by one. I want to hear his agonizing screams!"

As Zhou Qing walked along, he had acquired a sense of returning to simplicity, as if all his imposing manner had dissipated.

However, no matter how ordinary it may seem, it is only a facade.

He slowly drew the Heavenly Emperor Sword from the void. It was the weapon left to his successor by the Chaotic Ancient Emperor. Its exact rank was unknown, as it was sealed away. But now that his cultivation had reached the level of a Great Power, this divine sword had become a kingly weapon.

"Zheng!"

It was as if we had arrived at the beginning of time, when a primordial light suddenly appeared, stunning the world with its extreme brilliance, obscuring everything else.

In an instant, everything froze, and everything came to a standstill.

The breath of the wind, the veins of the leaves, all living beings, are like lifelike sculptures, motionless.

With a flash of sword light, time resumed its flow.

Zhou Qing turned and left, the Heavenly Emperor Sword vanished in a flash, and he retrieved it into his body.

"Puff puff!"

Blood blossomed, and several corpses fell to the ground, their faces still bearing the chilling smiles of men.

"Little Crane King is dead?" Some passersby looked up, staring blankly at the bloodstains in front of them.

No one could believe it. Some people pinched their own faces and immediately let go in pain.

"It's true! In the blink of an eye, the little crane king of the crane clan died."

"That's amazing! Who is that? They're incredibly strong!"

"Gulp." A blond figure stood on the roof of a nearby restaurant, swallowing hard, as if recalling something incredibly terrifying.

"It was him who defeated that terrifying monster called the Wolf God!" The Golden-Winged Roc King's eyes were filled with fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He recalled how he had encountered that monster, and how it had enraged him with its disdain, leading him to attack in a fit of rage. As a result, he had all the bones in his body shattered by a single palm strike, and he nearly died a gruesome death.

And that monster was ultimately defeated by this person.

Chapter 123 The Ruthless Lineage: Half-Saint

This is a journey of enlightenment, without a route, without a destination, everything is done as one pleases.

I acted because I wanted to, without considering gains or losses, simply following my heart.

Some powerful demons wanted to attack him, but he would often only need to strike once to cause bloodshed everywhere, posing no threat to him whatsoever.

Life is like an adversity, and I am also a pedestrian.

Zhou Qing wandered from place to place, going wherever he pleased. When he encountered something he disapproved of, he would naturally take action. The only ones who could stop him were those who stood at the very pinnacle of the world.

However, even the leaders of some major sects are no match for him now. Only those who stand on the eighth or ninth level and possess several forbidden combat strengths can fight him.

Under the hazy moonlight, Zhou Qing climbed a high mountain, enjoying a sense of eternity and loftiness.

The stars twinkle in the sky, and between each star lies a distance of countless light-years.

Even a saint would find it difficult to traverse this endless distance by flying alone.

As Zhou Qing inhaled, a shower of starlight descended from the sky, transforming into a small river that rushed towards him, replenishing his energy.

"What in this world is truly eternal?" Zhou Qing stood atop the high mountain, his purple robes fluttering in the wind.

In this eternal time, it seems that nothing can last forever. Even if one's cultivation reaches the realm of immortality, the soul will eventually grow weary, and everything will eventually come to an end.

From the unknowable origin of time to the end of time, countless epochs have passed. Even the strongest person is just a fleeting passerby in this process. Humans are, after all, human. With emotions, feelings will be worn away.

Heaven and earth are the inn of all things; time is the passing guest of a hundred generations. And life is but a dream, how much joy can it hold?

He chuckled softly, perhaps laughing at the world, perhaps at the thousands of cultivators, or perhaps at himself.

He leaped down from the high mountain, light and graceful, his purple robes fluttering, descending slowly like a banished immortal, heading into the distance.

This scene was witnessed by a person and a dog.

"Damn, how come this kid is getting more and more pretentious as he grows up?" Black King was dumbfounded, the whole dog was stunned.

"Is this the 'God Lord' that everyone's been talking about lately?" Zixia couldn't maintain her composure either; her eyes sparkled as if they held the essence of heaven and earth.

"God Lord" is the nickname given to Zhou Qing by the world. At a young age, he has roamed among the powerful rulers of the Eastern Wilderness without ever suffering a defeat or even engaging in a major battle. He can often defeat his enemies with a single sword strike, making him practically an unparalleled God Lord.

Along his journey, Zhou Qing has angered countless powerful demons, as well as human holy sites.

He never considers the other party's status when he makes a move; anyone who offends him or does something that chills his heart will be met with a sword strike.

This is a journey of seeking the path, starting from the heart, and all actions are based on the heart.

My heart and conduct are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is righteous.

Only by cultivating a heart of crystal, cutting off all ties and achieving inner peace, can one truly see one's own path.

For him, minor advancements in cultivation level were nothing; he only needed to follow the steps of cultivation to gradually ascend to the peak.

Only the inner truth is his true essence.

He values ​​magical power and cultivation, which are not difficult to accumulate. If he wants to cross the Immortal Realm Level 3 and break through the Dao as quickly as possible, then starting to seek the Dao now is a very normal choice.

On this day, Zhou Qing walked through a vast wilderness, each step he took on the earth producing a "tap-tap" sound.

Suddenly, he saw an old man in front of him who seemed to be one with heaven and earth, with flowing robes and a head of silver hair.

The old man turned around. His face was not old, without a single wrinkle. His eyes were like two black holes, with two vortexes swirling inside, as if they wanted to swallow everything.

“Your whereabouts are indeed elusive, but with such frequent appearances, it’s no wonder I’ve cornered you here,” the old man said.

Zhou Qing calmly looked at the old man and said, "Who are you?"

"Heh, you don't need to worry about that. Anyway, I'm determined to have your physique's essence," the old man sneered.

He stretched out a large hand, covering the sky, and reached out to grab Zhou Qing.

Mountains collapsed and seas tsunamis raged, the sky crumbled and the earth caved in; a powerful aura permeated the entire world—this was the might of the Holy One!

It was like a divine sea exploding, with violent waves sweeping across, and a giant hand pressing down. All living beings, unless they reached the Saint level, were still just mortals under such power.

Of course, this old man is not a true saint; he has only taken a half-step forward and can occasionally unleash his saintly power. But such power is enough to make him unrestrained in this world.

"boom!"

An even more powerful aura erupted around Zhou Qing.

It was as if an entire star field was surging, and a huge fist appeared from the void, spanning dozens of miles, with chaotic energy spreading and the aura of creation spreading.

The Zhou family patriarch has made his move!

The power of that single punch shook half of the Central Region, causing countless old monsters and living fossils to tremble in fear.

Its divine power was boundless, transforming into a vast ocean that roared and swept across the heavens, causing the entire universe to rumble and resonate with the Great Dao, creating an atmosphere of unparalleled terror.

"boom!"

The old man blocking Zhou Qing's way immediately exploded, his body shattering and blood and bones splattering everywhere!

The Zhou family patriarch emerged from the void, grabbed the shattered bones and blood, and said coldly, "Still pretending to be dead? I spared your life, so hurry up and rebuild your body, or I'll crush you to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, beams of holy light condensed and spread, connecting all the bones together. Flesh and blood quickly gathered together, and the old man's body was barely able to reassemble.

But at this moment, his face was extremely pale, his vital energy was severely depleted, and most importantly, he had fallen into someone else's hands, and this person was far stronger than him, making it difficult for him to escape.

Zhou Qing remained calm, quietly observing everything, before suddenly asking, "Are you Hua Yunfei's ultimate protector?"

The old man's face suddenly showed surprise, but he did not answer.

But it doesn't matter, Zhou Qing had already seen the answer from his expression, and then he asked again: "At the same time, are you also the ultimate protector of Yao Guang?"

The old man's eyes widened in shock. His lineage had been hiding in the Yao Guang Holy Land for so long; there was no way they could have been exposed, because everyone who could have been exposed had been eliminated.

"Oh? So you, a junior, have a secret identity?" the Zhou family patriarch sneered.

This thing, daring to attack Zhou Qing, is doomed. If he hadn't wanted to ask who wanted to kill Zhou Qing, one punch would have been enough to kill him.