Swallowing the Stars, Hu Yanbo's Pre-Godhood

Chapter 230 How much cosmic sand does a sect have?

In the Huyanbo miniature universe region, almost all the well-known and powerful figures in the cosmic sea, unless they were at a critical moment of life-or-death seclusion, came here to keep a close eye on this mind-blowing scene.

Five years is but a fleeting moment for a powerful person, but the changes in the Huyanbo Universe are enough to make one's mind tremble.

"Ten thousand, a trillion light-years in diameter!"

The news also reached back to the original universe, to the various races that were on good terms with the human territory, and naturally to the ears of the powerful figures from the Eastern Emperor Holy Land who came from the same dimensional universe as Hu Yanbo.

Originating on a continent, in a chaotic continent, within a rather large city.

The true form of the Eastern Emperor Ancestor is currently serving as a minor official in a certain force within this city. He is walking on a relatively bustling street in the city, preparing to deliver a batch of supplies. He is painstakingly accumulating resources and seeking a slim chance to break through to become an Eternal True God.

"A diameter of trillions of light-years?" The Eastern Emperor Ancestor was taken aback.

The Primordial Ancestor of All Things has reached the level of the Lord of Chaos at such a rapid pace.

No, a diameter of trillions of light-years!

He should be stronger than many of the masters of Chaos Continent!

"I must beg him!" the Eastern Emperor Ancestor thought anxiously.

"Even if it means sacrificing all pride, even if it means paying a heavy price!"

"This is the only path to heaven that I can see and perhaps even reach!"

He had witnessed the vastness and cruelty of the Origin Continent and knew how difficult it was for a Void True God without a background or a heaven-defying inheritance to climb up.

"Wanxiang" comes from the same dimensional universe as him. This connection in the indifferent Origin Continent may be the greatest opportunity of his life!

"I hope, I hope that the great Ancestor of All Things, considering that we come from the same dimensional universe, will at least give me a few pointers, or allow me to go to his chaotic territory to comprehend and cultivate." The Eastern Emperor Ancestor thought anxiously and with great longing.

He knew the chances were slim, but he had to try.

The Eastern Emperor Ancestor was not one of those powerful beings in the Cosmic Sea with limited vision. He personally struggled on the Origin Continent and knew that the gap between the "Lord of the Universe" and the "Chaos Ruler" was comparable to the gap between the Realm Lord and the True God in the Primordial Universe.

Logically speaking, these two should be like stars and dust, never truly intersecting in this lifetime.

However, the powerful beings of the universe who belong to human races, the Hongmeng, or the Yixing Chamber of Commerce not only had the privilege of witnessing Huyanbo's rise, but were even able to celebrate a grand feast with him and receive his protection and favor.

This opportunity was incredibly incredible and enviable in the eyes of the Eastern Emperor Ancestor!

Suddenly, the space above the street distorted slightly, and an immense pressure that made one's soul tremble descended without warning!

The bustling pedestrians on the street, the vast majority of whom were true gods or even weaker law lords, fell silent instantly under this pressure, and many even instinctively bowed their heads.

Even the few Void True Gods, including the steward possessed by the Eastern Emperor Ancestor, immediately stopped, concealed all their auras, and respectfully bowed in the direction from which the pressure came, adopting an extremely humble posture.

A figure bathed in a hazy blue light flashed across the sky and flew straight towards the core area of ​​the city without stopping.

The eternal true god didn't even glance at the street below. To him, these void true gods and true gods were no different from the stones and grass by the roadside and were not worth paying attention to at all.

The oppressive aura came quickly and went quickly, and the streets soon returned to their bustling state.

The Eastern Emperor Ancestor straightened up, gazing at the figure that had long since disappeared into the horizon, his heart filled with bitterness.

This is the norm on the continent of origin.

The Void God is the pinnacle in the cosmic sea, a legend.

But here, they are just ordinary practitioners who have barely escaped the bottom but are still struggling on the edge.

When facing the eternal God, one must maintain absolute respect and humility, while the other party often does not even spare a glance.

"Even the Void God is like this when he sees the Eternal God—" the Eastern Emperor Ancestor murmured to himself.

"Not to mention the Chaos Ruler who is high above and rules over a region of Chaos Continent."

For the vast majority of Void Gods, the Chaos Ruler is a legendary figure, a deity above the clouds.

Throughout their lives, their activities may be confined to a corner of a certain Chaos Continent, and they may rarely even see the city lord of their city, let alone the Chaos Ruler.

"How I envy the creatures of the primordial universe!"

Deep within the cave of the bull-headed beast, in the core quiet chamber shrouded by palace treasures.

Hu Yanbo sat cross-legged, his consciousness sinking into his body, becoming closely connected with the "Heart of the True God" that was undergoing a qualitative change.

As the small universes far away in the cosmic ocean expand to a diameter of trillions of light-years, this "heart" that is one with the origin of the universe has also become unprecedentedly powerful.

He was continuously drawing and transforming the vast chaotic divine power from the origin of the universe, and transmitting it to his own divine body through an invisible connection.

"The heart of the true god, evolving from chaos." Hu Yanbo's thoughts stirred slightly.

Inside the heart of the true god, the originally stable structure began to vibrate violently, with surging chaotic divine power rushing, colliding, and evolving within it.

A vague, nascent space, existing between reality and illusion, gradually became clearer and expanded under the influence of chaotic divine power, eventually taking shape and transforming into a stable and vast chaotic space.

For the Chaos Ruler who follows the path of laws, successfully evolving a chaotic space within the heart of a true god is a sign of a stable realm and a relatively natural step.

The chaotic space created by Huyanbo is far more expansive and stable than that of a chaotic ruler at the same level.

"Rumble~~~"

A massive amount of chaotic divine power was transformed and purified through the newly created chaotic space, surging even more fiercely into Huyanbo's divine body.

Every single particle of his divine power was cheering, greedily devouring this higher-level, purer energy, and beginning a fundamental leap towards the Chaos Realm Divine Body.

"It will probably take a very long time for my divine body to grow to its limit." Hu Yanbo could clearly feel that his perfect divine body in the Chaos Realm was like a bottomless desert. No matter how much chaotic divine power poured in, it was instantly absorbed. It was still a long way from saturation.

The total amount of divine power required for the growth of a divine body, especially the growth of a perfect divine body, is astronomical.

"Fortunately, my miniature universe is extremely efficient at absorbing and converting chaotic energy," Hu Yanbo thought to himself with relief.

His miniature universe is the perfect form among those of the same level, with a mysterious structure, a profound origin, and an efficiency in absorbing and transforming divine power that far exceeds the ordinary.

More importantly, in the primordial universe, the home of the cosmic sea, the flow of time is 10,080 times that of the origin continent!

All of these factors combined to make the total amount of divine power he could convert and transfer per unit of time reach an extremely terrifying level.

If it were an ordinary Chaos Ruler, absorbing such efficiently transmitted divine power, he would probably grow his divine body to the limit of his current realm in less than a day on the Origin Continent.

"My divine power is more than a hundred times purer than before my breakthrough." Hu Yanbo carefully sensed the changes within himself.

Not only has the quality of divine power increased, but the structure of the divine body is also slowly and steadily strengthening and expanding.

With the comprehensive improvement, his current strength is far greater than when he first broke through to the Chaos Realm and everything was still uncertain.

"The growth of a divine body is a gradual process and cannot be rushed. Next, I will focus on cultivating a few practical secret techniques." Hu Yanbo calmed his mind and shifted his attention away from the slow transformation of his divine body.

Improving one's strength cannot rely solely on realm and divine body; powerful secret techniques are equally crucial.

Before he has repaid the advance payment for the "Chaos Overlord" realm, he cannot use the advance payment system to obtain secret techniques again. Therefore, if he wants to quickly gain strength comparable to the peak of the Chaos Realm, he still has to rely on what he has learned.

His thoughts sank into the depths of the inherited memories, where the most core secrets of the Wu Kingdom were stored.

The ruler of Wu was himself a super expert who had studied the principles of cause and effect.

"The Great Zhou Heaven!" Hu Yanbo thought to himself.

This secret method is extremely profound. To cultivate it to the level of Eternal True God, one must use the law of cause and effect as a guide to transform the intangible cause and effect into a tangible domain. When one cultivates to a high level, the cause and effect will be determined in the area covered by the domain, and friend and foe will be distinguished. It is mysterious and unfathomable.

"The six branches of the cause-and-effect lineage are: the destiny branch, the karma branch, the reincarnation branch..." Hu Yanbo began to comprehend the subsequent branches of this secret method.

As a powerful being at the second level of the God King realm, the King of Wu not only comprehended all six major branches of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect, but also successfully merged two of them into one, thus achieving the second level of the God King realm.

Therefore, although the "Great Zhou Tian" secret technique he created may not be as good as the most outstanding inheritances in the treasure troves of the two ancient kingdoms of Yanfeng and Leiting, it is more than enough for Huyan Bo at present.

Huyanbo secluded himself deep in the nameless mountains, far away in the core area of ​​Qinglanzhou.

The Azure Mist Sect, shrouded in clouds and adorned with flying celestial birds, still maintains the grandeur of a major sect.

However, at this moment, the core of the sect was already shrouded in a gloom that was difficult to dispel.

Qinglan Sect, Ancestral Hall.

The temple doors were tightly closed, isolating the inside from the outside. Only the most core elders and a few true disciples on whom high hopes were placed were present, including the original ancestor.

The hundreds of Eternal True God elders remained silent, their eyes all focused on the sect leader, Yun Ya, whose face was ashen in the main seat.

"I just received a message from the two patriarchs."

"Black Fiend Marquis has broken through, and the two patriarchs were no match for him. However, they have escaped with the help of a secret treasure and are not in immediate danger of losing their lives, but they will not be able to fight again in the short term."

Despite having a premonition, hearing firsthand that two Chaos Realm elders had been defeated even when they joined forces, and were even forced to flee, still made everyone in the hall feel dizzy, and many of them turned pale instantly.

"Black Fiend Marquis, is this a complete breakdown in relations, a move to swallow up the last ancestral land of my Azure Mist Sect?" A white-haired elder's voice trembled.

Another elder with a resolute face suddenly stood up and angrily said, "This is outrageous! Even if my Qinglan Sect has lost the glory of its God-King days, it is not a soft persimmon to be toyed with!"

"Sect Master, gather all forces and activate the final three layers of the mountain-protecting formation. Let's fight him to the death! Even if we die, we'll knock a few of his teeth out!"

"Fight? What are we going to fight with?" Sitting opposite him, a more composed elder spoke coldly, "Even the two patriarchs combined couldn't withstand his escape. How long can the mountain-protecting formation hold off a Chaos Realm expert?"

"Three days? Five days? What will happen to the disciples and followers if the formation breaks by then? Are we just supposed to wait to be slaughtered by those demonic brats from Black Fiend Continent?"

"Then what do you suggest? Kneel down and beg for mercy, offer up the ancestral land? How can you face the ancestors of all generations!" Elder Gangyi roared.

"Ancestral land! Ancestral land! All you know is ancestral land!" The composed elder raised his voice. "Is ancestral land more important, or the inheritance of the Dao lineage? When the Divine King Ancestor was alive, my Qinglan Sect possessed seven Chaos Continents. How glorious was that?"

"With the fall of our ancestral master and the loss of the Chaos Continent, we retreated to this last ancestral land, the Azure Mist Chaos Continent, clinging to a corner of the land, yet we still dream of one day regaining our former glory."

"But what about now? We can't even hold onto this last refuge! Should we die with our ancestral land, or abandon it, preserve our lineage, and wait for the future?"

The Qinglan Sect was founded by the former Qinglan God King. At its peak, its influence extended to several Chaos Continents, and its reputation was renowned.

However, the God King mysteriously perished after the ancient war, and the sect no longer had a supreme combat power to guard it. Under the pressure of various forces, it continued to shrink and could only hold on to the Qinglan Chaos Continent, the place where the ancestor attained enlightenment.

Over the long years, thanks to the legacy left by the founder and the support of two Chaos Realm ancestors, although it is no longer as glorious as it once was, it has been able to barely maintain its territory under the protection of the Qi Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, even this last shred of dignity and foothold may be uprooted by the powerful neighbor, the Black Fiend Marquis, from the Black Fiend Chaos Continent.

"Enough!" The Cloud Cliff Sect Master shouted, his voice carrying the immense pressure of an Eternal True God, silencing the two arguing elders.

He surveyed the hall, his gaze sweeping across the faces—some angry, some desperate, some resentful—before finally settling on the composed elder. His voice, tinged with deep weariness, asked, "Elder Mo, do you mean to evacuate?"

The composed old man, known as Elder Mo, nodded slowly: "Sect Master, fellow disciples, it is not that I, Mo Xuan, am cowardly or afraid of death."

"With the momentum of his great victory, the Black Fiend Marquis has deployed his Black Fiend Continent army to the border, and the offensive is getting fiercer every day. The news of the two patriarchs' disappearance and escape cannot be kept secret for long. Once it spreads, the morale of the army will surely collapse."

"At that time, even if you want to leave, you probably won't be able to."

He looked at Yunya and said, word by word, "The only way now is for a brave man to cut off his own arm. Abandon the Qinglan Ancestral Land, concentrate our forces, and escort the core disciples, the inherited scriptures, and the most important resources to break through the encirclement."

"Go to a more remote place, or seek refuge under a force that has a past connection with our founder, so as to preserve the lineage of my Qinglan Sect!"

As long as people live, the tradition continues, and hope remains!

Silence fell once more in the hall, this time filled with a deeper despair and helplessness. Abandoning their ancestral land, a legacy passed down through countless ages, was like a knife twisting in their heart. But not abandoning it might mean the extermination of their entire clan.

The progenitor, sitting at the end of the table, listened silently to everything.

An ancient sect founded by a god-king has been forced to abandon its ancestral land and flee in disarray.

The battles on this primordial continent were even more brutal than those in the primordial universe.

Suddenly, the Primordial Ancestor seemed to remember something. He stood up, looked directly at Yun Ya in the main seat, and asked a question that seemed particularly abrupt at this moment: "Sect Master, how much cosmic sand can the sect currently provide?"

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