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Chapter 122 Welcoming the Primordial Eternal Great Qin Immortal Court - Creator Emperor... (Please subscribe!)

"You killed my brother Tian, ​​you deceived my teacher, die!"

Ling Chong, who had shattered the Unbeatable Needle with a single sword strike, glared furiously at Zhao Zheng. His figure flashed, and he activated the Breaking Palm technique of the Nine Forms of Breaking Pivot.

With a surge of internal force, the Purple Lightning Strangulation Sword in his hand crackled and twisted along the edge of its blade, its spiral blades flashing with a cold light, making it look like a chainsaw.

Ling Chong's figure blurred as he rushed towards Zhao Zheng, unleashing the full power of the Breaking Palm Strike of the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot, a move specifically designed to counter an opponent's unarmed fists and feet.

It focuses on close combat, specifically targeting gaps in the body's energy channels and weaknesses in its power exertion. The people on the second floor of the inn not only found Ling Chong's sword moves to be tricky and strange, but it also seemed that he was not using the Zi Shu Ling Xiao Sword Technique.

Not only the onlookers noticed, but Ling Cangyue and his group also noticed, not to mention Ling Cangyue's slightly furrowed brow.

Ling Qingyao, who had met Zhao Zheng once before, looked at Ling Chong with surprise in her beautiful eyes: "Senior Brother, what kind of swordsmanship are you using?"

Unfortunately, no one answered her. Everyone was focused on Ling Chong, who had overestimated his abilities and attacked Zhao Zheng.

Ling Chong's sword strike was swift, and he was confident that this move would force Zhao Zheng to dodge in a sorry state. However, the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted. He saw that the Shattered Star Blade in Zhao Zheng's left hand disappeared into thin air and then he grabbed a bronze-style longsword with a wisp of his hand.

Clang—

A longsword without any trace of forging techniques was drawn from its sheath by Zhao Zheng, and then, with a raised hand, he met him with the exact same Breaking Palm Strike of the Nine Forms of Breaking Pivot as he used.

He can also break through the Nine Forms of the Pivot?!

Ling Chong's eyes widened, but he had no time to think, because the two weapons were about to clash!

With a clang, the sound of metal clashing rang out. Ling Cangyue and the others were stunned to see Zhao Zheng and Ling Chong turn into two afterimages, one black and one white, fighting in the second-floor hall.

No, is Ling Chong really that powerful?

However, the crowd paid little attention to Ling Chong's strength, but instead curiously examined the Tai'a Sword that had appeared out of thin air in Zhao Zheng's hand.

Wen Jin was also looking at Zhao Zheng, but her beautiful eyes revealed worry and doubt that Ling Chong's sword strike had broken her invincible needle.

Some even exclaimed, "Could it be that everything is really as the all-knowing scholar of the martial arts world says, and that there are actually eight of the Seven Divine Weapons?"

After saying that, he stared at the string of prayer beads on Zhao Zheng's left wrist. Unfortunately, this person ended up with the same fate as Ling Qingyao. The crowd ignored him and just focused on watching Zhao Zheng and Ling Qingyao fighting as two afterimages in the arena.

The clanging sound lasted for three breaths, followed by a muffled groan and Ling Chong staggering back several steps as the wooden floor beneath his feet cracked and splintered.

"I learned!"

Zhao Zheng held his sword in his right hand, pointing it diagonally at the ground. He did not pursue Ling Chong, but simply looked at Ling Chong with a faint smile. With a slight movement of his right hand, he began with the Breaking Blade Style of the Nine Swords of Breaking Pivot.

"Impossible, you can't possibly learn that!"

Ling Chong's face was grim, and he looked at Zhao Zheng, who had just started with the Nine Forms of Breaking Pivot and the Breaking Blade Style, with disbelief in his eyes.

"Nothing is impossible. By the way, I just wanted to tell you that I've made a slight modification to the Nine Swords of Breaking the Pivot."

So much so that its power might be a bit too great —

Zhao Zheng smiled and began to speak, then frowned and said, "Uh, why are we talking about this? By the way, let me ask you something. Are you sure you want to call him Brother Tian? He's a womanizer!"

As Zhao Zheng spoke, his gaze fell upon Tian Shuoguang's dismembered body not far away. Ling Chong, upon hearing this, retorted angrily, "So what if he's a womanizer? I think he's far more upright than you!"

Before he could finish speaking, as killing intent surged in Ling Chong's eyes, he flicked his wrist, and the standard Purple Lightning Strangle Sword in his hand moved accordingly.

The ratchet blade spun again, and the cold light on the spiral blade surged continuously. This time, he decided not to hold back, even though his master and others were watching from the sidelines.

His first move was the Breaking Blade Stance of the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot, and his sword path followed the general principles of the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot, constantly calculating in order to find the flaws in Zhao Zheng's sword moves.

In the instant he sought an opening, Ling Chong's sword tip locked onto the trajectory of Zhao Zheng's raised Tai'a sword and the point of attack.

Just when he thought he had won, Zhao Zheng suddenly frowned and looked at him, saying, "So you're a terrible student!"

"???"

Ling Chong was puzzled for a moment, but then he saw Zhao Zheng's sword moves suddenly change. Although it was still the same blade-breaking style, Zhao Zheng's sword momentum was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hesitation. Moreover, the principles were more harmonious, and the flaws were directly eliminated.

Zero flaws?!

He has no flaws?

Wait, he didn't make any mistakes, how is that possible!

Ling Chong's wide eyes were filled with horror. The next moment, there was a clang as the two swords clashed, the metallic clang ringing out loudly.

Ling Chong felt a surge of true energy rushing up the sword, and the ratchet mechanism of the longsword in his hand was instantly jolted and stuck.

Not only was the sword in his hand knocked out of his grasp, but the aftershock of the attack also caused him to stagger back several steps. He raised his pale face and looked at Zhao Zhengdao.

"You—it's impossible, this is impossible! You didn't use the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot, you didn't use—it's not the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot!"

Ling Chong's throat tightened, and he spoke with trembling hands. He was filled with disbelief and shock, and he could not believe that Zhao Zheng had used the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot to break his Nine Forms.

Moreover, he broke Zhao Zheng's Nine Forms of Breaking Pivot in just one move, which made him unable to believe that Zhao Zheng was also using the Nine Forms of Breaking Pivot.

"No, mine is indeed the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, "Of course, I slightly modified the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot that I used, and incorporated some mathematics."

For example, his "Breaking the Blade" technique in the "Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot" combines the parabolic equation, rigid body kinematics, and torque equilibrium formulas.

This allows for real-time calculation of the weapon's slashing angular velocity, linear velocity, and blade trajectory, enabling precise location of the enemy's attack exhaustion point and trajectory blind spot.

To be honest, when he used the mathematical version of the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot, he realized that Ling Chong probably hadn't studied for many years.

Well, the other person is illiterate!

An illiterate who doesn't understand the mysteries of mathematics!

"Impossible, impossible—"

Ling Chong shook his head in denial, his face pale, looking as if his Dao heart had been struck down. Zhao Zheng ignored him and thrust his sword from a distance.

Chi~

A scream came from Ling Chong's mouth. Zhao Zheng looked at Ling Chong, whose cultivation had been crippled, and said indifferently.

"Remember not to mistake a womanizer for a brother again next time. Do you know that even I, a demon, can't stand what you're doing!"

"you----"

Ling Chong, trembling with rage, raised his hand and pointed angrily at Zhao Zheng. He then coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed unconscious, causing Ling Qingyao's expression to change drastically.

"Senior Brother!"

As she spoke, she was about to draw her sword and charge at Zhao Zheng, but Ling Cangyue struck her pressure points and froze her in place. Ling Cangyue looked at the gazes of the many martial arts practitioners, and then at Zhao Zheng who was looking at him.

He gave a wry smile, then suddenly reached out and pressed Lin Ping's acupoints, which were about to erupt at any moment. He then clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed his head before speaking.

"Your lesson is correct!"

"Master!"

Lao Xuancheng and the others stared in disbelief at Ling Cangyue, who had bowed his head in surrender, as did the onlookers in the martial arts world.

Of course, they could understand, after all, Zhao Zheng had a notorious reputation, and Ling Cangyue's actions were indeed shameful.

But she survived!

"The Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot he learned should have been taught to him by a senior sword master from your Lingxiao Sword Mansion. It's a pity he's illiterate—"

""

Zhao Zheng spoke up, not with any other intention than to remind this unusual-looking fellow, and then turned and left the inn with Wen Jin, leaving the others relieved.

"You scared me half to death! I thought I was going to die here today!"

"Who isn't? I didn't expect this deadly scholar to not kill us. Wait, wasn't he supposed to enjoy killing for fun whether he was happy or unhappy?"

"Well, it seems he's not really a bloodthirsty person. It seems like the people he killed were all people who wanted to kill him, like the Gale Blade Pavilion and the Mysterious Truth Sect—"

"You know what, it seems that's really the case. It seems this deadly scholar isn't such a bloodthirsty and cruel person after all."

The martial arts practitioners in the inn began to whisper amongst themselves, but most of them looked towards Ling Cangyue and his group, as well as Ling Chong, whose internal energy had been crippled.

Some even curiously muttered about what kind of sword technique the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot was, but they quickly shifted their focus to the Seven Divine Weapons.

"The Deadly Scholar already possesses two divine weapons. Do you think the imperial court will intervene? And will those reclusive masters emerge?"

The crowd began to discuss the matter, with some expressing concern about whether the martial artists at the Grandmaster level could defeat Zhao Zheng.

Ling Cangyue and his group did not participate in the discussion. They couldn't stand it anymore; it was too embarrassing. They simply took the unconscious Ling Chong and left.

"Could this deadly scholar really be a god descended to earth?" This question wasn't spoken by Ling Qingyao, but by one of the disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Palace. Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

Looking at Ling Chong, whose cultivation had been crippled, Ling Cangyue sighed with heartache, "Let's go, let's leave this place. We can't stay here any longer!"

"Yes, Master!"

All of this was unknown to Zhao Zheng and his companion, who were on their way to Zhenji Mountain outside the city, and Wen Jin had no interest in knowing it either. She simply continued to ask for the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot.

Upon learning that Zhao Zheng had two versions of the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot, she directly requested the modified version, namely the mathematical version of the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot.

Do you understand math?

Zhao Zheng, who had used his lightness skill to reach the outside of the city, stopped and turned around to ask a question. He saw Wen Jin's pretty face turn dark, pursed his lips, stretched out his hand, and pointed to Wen Jin's brow, imparting the mathematical version of the Nine Forms of Breaking the Pivot to the other party before speaking.

"Alright, your time as a prisoner is over!"

"Um?"

Wen Jin frowned as she looked at Zhao Zheng, who then turned to face the direction of Zhenji Mountain: "The rest is none of your business. Oh, and this cultivation manual is for you too!"

Zhao Zheng pointed at Wen Jin's brow again, and Wen Jin frowned even more as he looked at the "Transformation Technique" that appeared in his mind.

Wen Jin browsed through the technique, which was derived from the art of disguise, and looked at Zhao Zheng, saying, "What, do you think they'll settle scores with me later?"

To be fair, she felt that Zhao Zheng underestimated her too much. After all, she was the Lord of the Xuan Shu Demon Palace, one of the four major sects of the demonic path.

"I'm just overthinking things."

Zhao Zheng answered without turning his head, his gaze fixed on Zhenji Mountain, which was about three thousand meters high.

Wen Jin rolled his eyes in disdain, and as he turned to speak, he found Zhao Zheng had already seen him. All he could hear was Zhao Zheng's indifferent voice.

"Go back to your demon palace and stay there properly—"

"snort!"

I'll go back if you tell me to!

Wen Jin snorted coldly with a pleased expression. Her eyes looked at Zhenji Mountain in the distance with complicated emotions. It was strange. She had clearly gotten rid of her status as a prisoner, but she was happy.

Wen Jin stood still, then took out a pull-type signal firework from her pocket and set it off. After a while, a figure dressed in the uniform of the Xuan Shu Demon Palace came to her and bowed.

"Greetings, Lord of the Manor!" ×8

"Get up. Where are Xiao Qingtian and the others?"

Wen Jin spoke calmly, and Lan had lost the gentleness she showed in front of Zhao Zheng, replaced by an overbearing coldness.

"Lord Qi, they are on their way as you requested. Judging by the time, they should arrive soon!"

Before he finished speaking, several elders of the Xuan Shu Demon Palace, dressed in their robes, appeared in the distance, escorting more than a dozen people whose shoulder blades were pierced by chains.

"Greetings, Lord! Xiao Qingtian and the others have been brought here. Lord, you are truly a master strategist. As you predicted, Xiao Kuikui and the others have indeed been investigating Xiao Qingtian's whereabouts and attempting to rescue him—"

"Um!

""

But I'm not the one with the brilliant strategies—

Wen Jin nodded slightly, thinking about the divination Zhao Zheng had given her earlier, and then looked at Xiao Qingtian and the others brought by her subordinates.

"Hmph, thief, let him go if you dare!"

Xiao Qingtian was furious when he saw Wen Jin, the man who had taken his position as the head of the manor. However, he stopped talking before he could finish his sentence because Wen Jin, who was holding his head, was absorbing his true energy.

He stared in shock at Wen Jin, who was devouring his inner strength. Wen Jin smiled and said...

"He taught me one thing: when facing an enemy, you don't need to talk nonsense, because that might give them the upper hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Qingtian was crippled and collapsed to the ground because all the true energy in his body had been completely devoured by Wen Jin's Ink Pivot Devouring Yuan Technique. He just looked at Wen Jin with confusion.

"You—where did you learn the Devouring Pivot and Swallowing Yuan Technique from—" Xiao Qingtian, who was slumped on the ground, stared intently at Wen Jin.

Wen Jin ignored him, and after flicking his finger at Xiao Qingtian, he looked at Xiao Kuikui and the others: "Next it's your turn." On Zhenji Mountain, at Zhenji Cliff, inside the cliff, Mo Yintian was in his cave.

Sitting in his mechanical wheelchair, Wuya looked at the man who had suddenly appeared and started playing with the soothing flute.

"you----"

"I want to know what the Heavenly Craftsman's Calamity is!"

The man, or rather Zhao Zheng, asked the question, while simultaneously fiddling with the Soul-Soothing Flute in his hand.

The entire piece is made of cold jade mixed with a certain special element. It has a matte dark gray color and nine holes. Each hole contains a special kind of micro-resonance egg.

The tail of the soothing flute is engraved with dense patterns representing the Mohist school's intention to stop war. The flute body has no sharp edges or corners, but it contains mechanisms that reveal the intention of tranquility, protection, and warding off evil.

"I remember—"

Wuya answered with a grim expression. He really wanted to answer, but he realized that answering would mean certain death.

Moreover, it wasn't just him who died; his disciples and grand-disciples, who were standing at the entrance of the cave looking at him with utter terror, would also die.

"Was it caused by the negative calamity of the Requiem Flute?"

Knowing that the Soul-Soothing Flute could cause users to lose their memories, Zhao Zheng frowned and spoke, looking at Wuya and nodding, he sighed.

"Okay, then I'll ask your junior sisters tomorrow!"

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"What do you want to do—"

Wuya'er said that at this moment, his expression of horror was not as great as that of his disciples. This was not because he saw something, but because he realized that he had lost his touch.

"Wow, I'm such a powerful deity!"

Zhao Zheng left the cave and spoke with a slight smile. He ignored the terrified expressions of Wuya and the others, and went outside the cave to look at the "Sitting in Oblivion Sutra" on the "Life's Many Faces" panel.

[Fake: Immortal (10%)]

"Growth is so slow, and it seems to be reaching its limit. It seems everyone still believes enough in my supposed divine intervention—hmm? It's probably a matter of the world's ceiling—"

As Zhao Zheng watched the progress bar reach the 10% mark of the Immortal Realm, he muttered to himself in thought, then looked up at the mountain peak.

After glancing at the mountain peak, Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the martial arts figures who had come to join the fun and participate in tomorrow's boundless inheritance on Zhenji Mountain, which made him frown slightly.

"Are they all overexcited?"

Forget it, there's no need!

After all, he is known for his kindness!

Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze, took no step, and appeared in the sky above, calmly saying, "Please, everyone, get down the mountain!"

The sound was loud, but it was clear and resonant, reaching the ears of the martial arts practitioners on Zhenji Mountain, causing them to look to the left in alarm.

"Who goes there! What cowardly creature are hiding here!"

"Come out! Who's playing tricks on us!"

"Get out here!"

A voice suddenly rang out, and Zhao Zheng, high above, frowned slightly and said, "If you want to leave, then stay!"

"Move mountains!" "Fly!" "Ascend!"

Zhao Zheng didn't grab it; the Five-Colored Divine Light Whisk was in his hand, but he didn't even wave it. The Five Elements Spinning Pattern on the handle suddenly lit up.

The internal mechanism hummed and trembled, and the five elements of divine light—green, yellow, red, and black—followed the surging, sweeping silk threads and enveloped the entire Zhenji Mountain.

The next moment, Zhenji Mountain, which is over a thousand meters high, roared and shook violently from the ground, with rocks and stones flying everywhere.

The ancient trees and giant trees all over the mountain shook violently, cracked and collapsed without stopping. The birds in the mountains cried out in panic and rushed into the sky, while the beasts roared in terror and ran away in a frenzy.

The entire majestic mountain rose from the ground with a rumble under the dust of the five-colored divine light, and slowly floated into the sky.

The expressions of the martial arts figures in the mountains froze instantly, and some of those who were about to draw their swords stopped abruptly.

Everyone's faces turned ashen, their pupils shrinking as they stared at the Zhenji Mountain that had stopped flying and Zhao Zheng, who had made the entire mountain fly.

Their faces were filled with horror and stunned silence, their jaws trembling uncontrollably, some of them collapsing to their knees with weak legs, and others dropping their weapons with a clang.

Some were so frightened that their bodies stiffened like clay or wooden sculptures, while others, in a panic, jumped from a height of tens of meters, only to meet an unknown end.

Zhao Zheng didn't care about any of that. He simply raised Zhenji Mountain to a height of less than a hundred meters above the ground, then released the Five-Colored Divine Light Whisk in his hand, making it invisible to maintain the mountain's suspension in the air. He then sat cross-legged in the air and spoke calmly.

"Amitabha Buddha, my original intention in descending to the world was only to collect the seven divine weapons to avert this catastrophe that threatens to destroy humanity."

Zhao Zheng clasped his hands together and spoke. A dazzling Buddha light appeared behind him, and amidst the chanting of Buddhist hymns, the azure Buddha light transformed into a magnificent four-headed, nine-armed Buddha image, hundreds of meters tall, standing behind him.

Just as the martial arts practitioners on and outside the mountain were all dumbfounded, Zhao Zheng suddenly spoke up.

"Unfortunately, I have suddenly discovered that the mortal realm is filled with bloodshed and strife, with widespread suffering and displacement. Countless beings are drowning in a sea of ​​misery, mostly deluded and confused. Even though there are billions of people in the mortal realm, they are all unable to escape greed, anger, ignorance, and resentment. Therefore, I am certain that if no one here can kill me, I will use the Great Buddha's Purification Mantra to destroy the world and reopen it!"

Swah—

Before Zhao Zheng finished speaking, the brilliant light of the emperor faded, the Buddha's light disappeared, and the sky that had been illuminated by the emperor's light instantly turned pitch black!

Within the darkness, countless phantoms of celestial demons uttered frantic murmurs and curses, or words filled with seduction. Then, a magnificent four-headed, nine-faced demonic figure, towering a thousand meters high and seated atop a lotus platform forged from the bones and flesh of a servant, slowly appeared behind Zhao Zheng.

The Great Destruction, the Great Annihilation, the Great Desolation —

The supreme demonic intent transformed into black words that covered the sky for thousands of miles around the well of breath, turning the once clear blue sky into the night. As it spoke, countless terrifying demonic shadows began to gather between heaven and earth.

Silence, silence, silence————

The whole world was in turmoil.

Regardless of what Jianghu people thought, instead of returning to Xuan Shu Demon Mansion, Wen Jin, who came to the foot of Zhenji Mountain, stared wide-eyed at the great magic image in the sky.

"Is he... really a god?"

"Damn it, it still came true after all this!"

Having already arrived at the mountain peak and sat there in seclusion, Zhao Zheng, who was merely pretending to be someone else in the sky, frowned as he looked at the "Life's Many Faces" panel.

[Fake: Immortal (11.999%)]

"Fine, if it comes true, it comes true—"

Zhao Zheng pursed his lips and frowned as he assessed his current strength, which was roughly equivalent to that of a terrestrial immortal when he used the relic.

He frowned, not because he felt his current strength was too low; quite the opposite, he felt it was already quite strong.

At least crushing this mechanical martial arts world shouldn't be a problem, but that's when new problems arise.

His strength has reached the level of a terrestrial immortal, so who else can defeat him? You must know, he never felt that this world was in danger, and now he suddenly feels that he will die in this world.

"It can't be an enemy that comes from the sky, can it?"

Zhao Zheng looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw neither the Heavenly Court nor any enemies coming from the heavens. He then looked around at himself.

To be precise, when he raised his head, his eyes shone with boundless divine light, and all the things in the world came into his view.

"Not a hundred or so Grandmaster-level martial artists—not bad, not too bad—maybe tomorrow will be enough for me to warm up!"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, then manipulated his celestial avatar to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, assuming a divine posture. He then looked away at the empty space beside him and said, "Isn't it beautiful? All-Knowing Scholar!"

As Zhao Zheng was saying this, he didn't grab the man, who was dressed as a scholar, but he grabbed him along with a mirror.

Forged from millennia-old Xuanbing jade mixed with Mo family star track refined iron, it is over a foot long, with the back of the mirror engraved with the celestial constellations and the cosmic celestial sphere mechanism.

The mechanism conceals a mirror core, without any sharp edges or blades, nor any ratchet-like weapons. The mirror surface is as clear as the void, making it a divine weapon of the Mohist school.

And you know what? He was right!

There are actually eight of the Seven Divine Weapons!

With the strength of a terrestrial immortal, Zhao Zheng immediately recognized the Mo family's Illuminating Mirror in his hand. Although it was among the weapons of the Imperial Guard and the Four Fiends, it was also a divine weapon.

This is not a mirror that operates solely on the holder's thoughts; whatever the mind contemplates can be reflected in the mirror in real time, without the limitations of the Nine Provinces or the obstruction of mechanisms. It can see through the hidden disguises of Gongshu Badao's mechanisms, discern the root cause of the backlash from divine weapons, and even perceive the flow of a martial artist's internal energy.

In short, this thing is not a live surveillance camera!

It is the Eye of Heaven and Earth under the Mohist school, created specifically to monitor the movements of the Seven Divine Weapons and to prevent the chaos of the Heavenly Craftsmanship War. This is why Bai Xiaosheng knows so much about it.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind in an instant. As soon as Zhao Zheng's gaze left the Mirror of Revelation, Bai Xiaosheng realized what was happening and knelt down to pay his respects.

"Senior, please forgive me—"

Bai Xiaosheng said that it was actually him who died, but Zhao Zheng felt that questioning was too slow, so he directly looked through Bai Xiaosheng's memories.

"Huh? The negative calamity of the Seven Divine Weapons was intentionally left behind—what, this thing—is it the Heavenly Weapon Calamity?"

Zhao Zheng looked at the painting, or rather the sketch, that appeared in Bai Xiaosheng's memory with a blank and somewhat helpless expression.

"This thing—are you sure it's a Gundam?"

Zhao Zheng's expression was strange as he continued to search through Bai Xiaosheng's memories for clues about the woman's search for the copper from Shoushan. It turned out that his purpose in coming to this world was to find the copper from Shoushan.

Unfortunately, Bai Xiaosheng knows a lot, but "guo shi duo shi" means "nothing." Zhao Zheng probably knows where the copper from Shoushan is.

"The copper from Shoushan is either in the Gongshu lineage or in Mocheng—so, is my grave located in one of these unique places?"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, the dark figure behind him, after swallowing Bai Xiaosheng, began to study the Zhaohuan Mirror that he had lost when he was a child.

Without research, there is no night. Zhao Zheng successfully collected 98% of the martial arts in the world, and the holders of the remaining four divine weapons also came to the foot of Zhenji Mountain.

He was merely the wielder of four divine weapons, and those who came with him included members of various martial arts sects and officials from the imperial court.

"There are quite a lot of people here. By the way, how should I act out this scene?" Zhao Zheng put away the mirror and stroked his chin in thought.

Yesterday I was so focused on showing off that I kept saying things like I wanted to destroy the world and start anew, but here's the problem!

He won't restart it. He can fake the world's destruction, and with his current strength, the real world's destruction is just a matter of time.

In other words, he now has the power to destroy a planet!

Although he felt that this strength would be mostly useless in the main world, it was still the same in the world.

But after the world is destroyed, firstly, he can make clay figures, and most importantly, his clay figures can turn into living people.

"Hmm? Okay, here's a pillow for those who're sleepy!"

Zhao Zheng looked down at Wen Jin at the foot of the mountain, stood up, stepped forward to replace the fake body, slowly opened his eyes, revealing black pupils filled with boundless demonic light.

"What are you waiting for?"

Without Zhao Zheng waving his hand, Ding Huang and the other three people below the mountain were surprised to find that the surrounding world had not changed, and they had actually arrived at the summit of Zhenji Mountain.

Just as they were stunned, they heard Zhao Zheng's voice, tinged with a child's tone, rang out: "Why are you all so foolish as to think that a large number of ants can kill an elephant?"

Guo Zheng and his three companions, positioned in the southeast, northwest, and northeast, underwent a drastic change in expression. They saw Zhao Zheng, standing in the center, casually speaking to the martial artists and court officials gathered at the foot of the mountain, saying from afar, "The difference in strength is something that can be overcome by numbers. Having more people is futile—"

As soon as he finished speaking, bang! bang! bang—

The dead, who had secretly gathered at the foot of the mountain, and the gunpowder exploded together, turning into countless fireworks that were exceptionally dazzling even in the sky.

The fireworks were huge, but they did not damage Zhenji Mountain in the slightest, nor did they cause it to shake.

This made Zhang Xiao and his companions extremely ugly. Guo Zheng, wielding the Myriad Ravines Axe, said with a gloomy expression, "Your Excellency is supposed to be a deity descending to earth, why do you do such an absurd and unjust thing!"

"Because they want to provoke me!"

"————"×4

Without a word, the four fell silent, which made Zhao Zheng shake his head and chuckle: "Actually, what I understand most is your group's thinking, or rather, I understand your way of thinking—"

"—Like me, I attacked them mainly because they wanted to die with me, so I attacked them. But why do you have the nerve to ask me why I attacked them? Don't you find this question strange?"

Zhao Zheng opened his mouth with a look of understanding. As he spoke, he gently tapped the crowd below the mountain. With a bang, fireworks exploded again, and this time a familiar voice shouted.

"Brother Zhao!"

The person shouting was someone else, Duan Jingchen and his family, who had been secretly kidnapped by this group to be used against Zhao Zheng.

"Don't worry, I'm here. Don't be afraid!"

Zhao Zheng spoke with a smile, but before Duan Jingchen, who was far down the mountain, could even speak, he saw that all the martial arts masters who had tried to capture his family had suddenly exploded.

Such a scene made the faces of Qiao Yi and the other three people standing next to Zhao Zheng extremely ugly, while Zhao Zheng sighed.

"This must be you, Kang Boren, who died because of you—" After saying that, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhang Xiao and the other three who had suddenly broken through from the Innate Realm to the Grandmaster Realm.

Damn, you're cheating right in front of me? You're playing with the laws of this world, aren't you!

Zhao Zheng cursed inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged as he smiled at the four: "You're right, this is more interesting. This way—you can stop me from destroying the world!"

"Kill!" ×4

Seemingly realizing that talking to Lando was useless, Dongfang Zhang Xiao shouted without saying a word, and with a wild swing of his arm, the mechanism of the Burning Sky Halberd in his hand suddenly opened.

The heavy fire-breathing pivot on the halberd spewed forth raging flames, the crimson waves of fire distorting the void, and the halberd's serrated edges, carrying the power to slaughter countless armies, pressed down on Zhao Zheng.

Chou Fang Dinghuang followed closely behind. With a flick of his wrist, the suction mechanism of the deadly weapon, the Locking Thorn, in his hand spun rapidly.

The poisonous smoke and the mysterious threads that bound the meridians rushed towards Zhao Zheng like a raging python devouring its prey, with an unyielding intent to consume and obliterate him.

Guo Zheng, who was in the south, followed closely behind, pushing the gravity pivot on his Myriad Valleys Axe to its limit.

The immense force smashed the earth, turning the rock layers into dust, and the serrated edge of the axe, carrying the power to split mountains and cleave the earth, crashed down towards Zhao Zheng's forehead.

Without taking a step, Qiao Yi from the north leaped into the air, unleashing all the fine needles from his mace.

The mace flashed with a cold light, its sharp force targeting Zhao Zheng's vital points, while the power of the four divine weapons intertwined and solidified.

Mystic fire raged across the plains, poisonous threads obscured even the finest hairs, gravity shattered mountains, and the mace tore through the sky—

After a loud bang, the earth trembled, the equipment rolled back, and the entire Zhenji Mountain was shaken by the devastating power of the mechanism.

Of course, that's all!

Just as Guo Zheng and his companions were overjoyed that they had attacked Zhao Zheng, they suddenly froze, horrified to find that Zhao Zheng was completely unharmed, not even a scratch on his clothes.

They saw Zhao Zheng, whose hair was perfectly styled, looking at them strangely and asking, "Didn't you guys eat?"

Zhao Zheng's voice was calm, but it revealed the divine power of the Heaven-Burning Profound Fire burning his robes, the Poisonous Silk Locking his body, the immense power of the Myriad Valleys sinking into the sea like a mud ox, and the mace force collapsing with a bang.

"Hooray!" x4

The four men shouted loudly, while Zhao Zheng sighed helplessly, "Amitabha, well said, well said, I'm about to make my move—"

As the sound faded and the instruments ceased, the four returned to where they came from. With a gentle wave of Zhao Zheng's hand, they collapsed to the ground in despair, like rotten mud.

Just as Zhao Zheng waved his hand to put the four divine weapons into the space of the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl, a sudden sound filled with negative emotions rang out.

"Zhao Zheng!"

"Hmm? What brings you here?"

Zhao Zheng looked at Wen Jin, who had appeared before him, with a smile, and then looked at him with a look of disbelief.

Why do you want to destroy the world?

Wen Jin looked completely understanding and even started to cry as he spoke, but he didn't approach Zhao Zheng while crying. Just as the people below the mountain were watching with great tension, they saw Wen Jin suddenly back away without changing his expression.

"Don't come any closer! I've fallen into their trap. They want me to kill you—" Wen Jin said, his face grim.

"————"×1+X

Hey buddy, this is making it hard for me to keep acting!

Zhao Zheng, who had already escaped after being stabbed to death, looked at Wen Jin, who had actually broken free from the Ten Directions Illusion Mind Control Technique, with twitching lips.

"You're getting a little carried away."

Wen Jinshi said that she discovered the spell that had been planted on her body had been removed, and that the Dragon Slaying Sword that those people had given to Kang Zhaozheng had also flown into Zhao Zheng's hands.

"The ninth divine weapon—"

Zhao Zheng muttered something with a strange expression. He looked at Wen Jin, who was staring at him with a blank expression and seemed to have thought of something, and said helplessly.

"You guessed right, I was just faking my death to escape. Alright, get out of here, wait until I can change their records..."

There was no other way; the story had to follow the script, so he had to revise it for nothing. Zhao Zheng began to revise those people's memories for nothing.

Wen Jin, however, looked bewildered and said, "So, your claim of destroying the world was just talk? You actually achieved the third stage of world destruction?"

"Why would I want to destroy the world? Besides, if I really wanted to destroy the world, the Heavenly Dao would have already sent out thunderclouds to bombard me. How could it have waited until now?"

""

Zhao Zheng didn't change those people's memories for no reason, and then he answered, only to hear Wen Jin'er explain, "Then why did you mention the end of the world in the first place?"

"Do you think this is awesome?"

""

"Um?

""

Zhao Zheng looked at Wen Jin without frowning. Wen Jin subconsciously did not dodge, but as usual, he still took the slap without dodging.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she angrily got up from the ground, glaring at Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng didn't even look at her and continued to change those people's memories.

Fortunately, there were many spectators, which was also related to the fact that he had basically induced them to change their memories.

In a few minutes, he changed the memories of the remaining people into a story where the Seven Divine Soldiers transformed into a gourd-shaped divine weapon and sealed him away.

"That's all for now!"

Zhao Zheng clapped his hands, then looked at Wen Jin, who was still there, and said, "Alright, let's go back. I'm going to summon my mecha!"

"Chicken carcass?"

"—It's the Heavenly Craftsman's Calamity!"

"Oh, I also want to see the work of nature—"

Wen Jin shut up. She glared at Zhao Zheng, who had suddenly disappeared, and stomped her feet in anger, shouting at the surroundings.

"You, surnamed Zhao, come back here! You can't take me with you! Come back! You—you just wait, one day I'll make you my prisoner!"

Zhao Zheng ignored these words, because he had already torn through space to arrive at the valley where the Ink Hidden Cave Heaven, which he had visited before, was located, and then took out the Seven Divine Weapons from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl.

Seeing that the seven divine weapons were unresponsive, Zhao Zheng took out the Illuminating Mirror from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl without raising an eyebrow.

In an instant, the eight divine weapons shone brightly, making him curl his lip and mutter under his breath, "That bastard is really cunning!"

It was clearly agreed that the seven divine weapons combined would be able to foretell the Heavenly Tribulation, but well, good heavens, only the eight divine weapons together can achieve this.

After finishing his internal monologue, Zhao Zheng watched as the eight divine weapons simultaneously unleashed deafening shrieks across the heavens and earth.

The four fierce soldiers of Gongshu unleashed their violent and malevolent aura, which, together with the defensive aura of the four imperial soldiers of Mozi, surged against the sky. In no time, the fierce soldiers were seen to be thrown back, and the cave collapsed with a series of cracking sounds.

Zhao Zheng, who had already flashed to the outside of the cave, saw the blind layer above collapse and the ground beneath his feet explode. The deep cracks, stretching for miles, spread wildly.

Debris and lava flowed out along the cracks, and then Zhao Zheng saw the Heavenly Craftsman's Blade, hidden underground, slowly rising from the ground amidst the strange phenomenon of the collapse of heaven and earth, dragging its heavy mechanical body.

"Is this thing really a Gundam?"

Zhao Zheng frowned and looked up at the mechanical Gundam, which was less than 100 meters tall, 25 meters wide at the shoulders, and 18 meters thick at the torso.

That is, the Heavenly Craftsman's War!

The main body of the calamity was forged from the Mo family's star-track refined iron, and covered with Gongshu Badao Xuan iron heavy armor, with layers of armor interlocking around its body.

The armor features the restrained and precise mortise and tenon joints unique to the Mohists, as well as the exposed and interlocking serrated edges of the Gongshu warriors. The fierce attack and defense, along with the restraint and defense, present a strange symbiosis in the main body of the armor.

The ancient and heavy mechanical patterns are spread all over the dark body of the calamity, but the head is not flat and empty, without eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, like a disrespectful and faceless world-destroying mechanical god.

Just then, the Mirror of Illumination, one of the eight soldiers amidst the smoke and ruins, suddenly broke free from its restraints and transformed into an incomparably clear and profound light.

The Mirror of Illumination flew through the air to the faceless head of the giant god, and steadily fit into it, transforming into a mysterious mirror eye with a diameter of several meters.

The remaining seven divine weapons followed closely behind, moving with the core pivot of the War God's main body, each embedding itself into the War God's body and transforming into its exclusive weapons.

Or rather, it has become an indispensable accessory!

Zhao Zheng saw the Soul-Soothing Flute horizontally embedded in the Mysterious Light Mirror, the matte black-gray of the flute's body, the cold jade of the sinking water, the black iron marrow of the Mo family, and the armor of the soldiers blending together.

The resonant mortise in the nine-hole sound aperture emitted a slight tremor, followed by the indivisible, burning halberds that came to the shoulders of the main body of the calamity.

The halberd's body, a fiery red hue reminiscent of volcanoes, was dazzlingly bright. The halberd's compact body, less than two feet long, and its fire-breathing pivot were attached to the shoulder armor.

The ratchet wheel slowly moved, the aura of the mysterious fire distorting the surrounding air, and on the giant arm on the side, the vertical mace was firmly locked and pressed against.

The mace, forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron mixed with refined black steel, transformed into a liquid, matte black color, covering the arm armor of the soldier.

On the left giant arm of the Heavenly Craftsman's Calamity, the Shattered Star Blade, which had transformed into liquid, was now fully awakened after the next breath. Zhao Zheng frowned slightly at this sight.

He didn't mean anything by it, but he was starting to wonder who had created the Heavenly Craftsmanship Weapon, and whether the Eight Divine Weapons were made later. Just as he was thinking this,

The mysterious light mirror between the skulls of the Heavenly Craftsman suddenly emitted two bright beams of light, sweeping towards Zhao Zheng, and then spoke.

"Ding, scan complete. Detected the supreme being: Zhao Zheng — Identity sequence verification passed. Mech No. 002, Standard Type, Ultimate Mech Legion, Core Star System of the Infinite Multiverse Great Qin Federation, Imperial Qin System — Welcome the Primordial Eternal Great Qin Immortal Court, Creator Emperor — Welcome the Infinite Multiverse Great Qin Federation, Ultimate Head — Welcome the Transcendent Hongmeng Great Qin Holy Court, Dao Source Creator — Welcome the Ultimate Chaotic Great Qin Emperor Universe, Supreme Ruler — Welcome the Great Qin Heaven of All Heavens and Myriad Realms, Universal Ruler — Welcome the Vagu Origin Great Qin Dynasty, Founder of Time and Space — Welcome the Endless Time and Space Great Qin Dome Court, Dimension Controller — Welcome the Myriad Realms Return to the Great Qin Profound Universe, True Emperor — Welcome the Great Dao of Everyone Like a Dragon, Creator — Welcome the Ultimate Pre-Qin Civilization, Creator —"

"—Permission verification successful! The dark side of the Supreme Divine Authority MAX permission for the Celestial Craftsman's Calamity Universe Pivot 002 has been unlocked!—Gongshu,

The Mo family's dual-lineage mechanisms have completely submitted to the source of their power—the Heavenly Craftsmanship Calamity and the Dark Calculation of the Colossus of the Universe have been activated, welcoming the arrival of the First Emperor from all the heavens and myriad realms across infinite dimensions.

"???"

'

I think I know how I died —

Zhao Zheng looked up and saw a starry sky that had turned dark at some point, and countless bright stars in the night sky.

No, it should be said that there were not two pairs of eyes—

"Ding, detected multi-level ultimate hostility, threat level: MAX — attack target identified: Emperor Zhao Zheng, founder of the Infinite Multi-level Great Qin Federation — activated by the Protector Agreement, Tiangong Bingjie Standard Mech No. 002 will unlock its highest combat capabilities in the Dark Side — all beings displaying hostility are deemed non-level targets for elimination — protector program locked, Dark Domain Erasure, commencing —"

The voice of mech number 002 was very domineering, but Zhao Zheng noticed a problem: his men were starting to disappear!

Yes, I understand you.

Zhao Zheng frowned as he looked at himself disappearing from his feet up. He looked up at the pairs of eyes that were beginning to disappear into the night sky.

Lan looked at the No. 002 mech that seemed to be fighting the enemy in Qianyong, and he began to understand why he didn't have one!

Got it, Number 002 talks too much!

"Next time, I might build a mute mech!"

And you just wait!

Zhao Zheng's consciousness disappeared as his entire body seemed to be erased by an eraser, and just as he disappeared, his talent, Gui Cang, suddenly lit up and kept flashing.

The uncut, uncut feeling is like a video that's been paused. Then, the whole world begins to change, like a video that's been rewound—the speed of the video stops and rewinds.

Original world, Tianjin, Anping County, south of the city, June 9th, afternoon, on the bridge.

Unaware of his own state, Zhao Zheng groggily opened his eyes and saw the familiar river.

The river where the original owner drowned!

"Second playthrough — beginning —"

Zhao Zheng lay by the river, staring blankly at the sky, feeling utterly bewildered by his sudden and inexplicable death.

Hmm? Why did I say "this time"?

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Did I die before? ———

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