Swallowing the Stars: The cheat system only comes when I'm almost a god?

Emperor Yan's indifferent gaze finally fell on the strange cocoon of light deep in the canyon, which was nurturing a treasure. At the same time, he also saw Venerable Zifeng and three demon venerables fighting nearby.

"Hmph." A cold snort.

The next moment, a blazing fiery phantom descended upon the center of the battlefield. It was the divine incarnation of the Flame Emperor. The terrifying pressure froze the movements of the four people who were fighting, as if their bodies were frozen.

"Get lost." The divine avatar of the Flame Emperor glanced at the three demon clan venerables, and with just one word, it carried a will impact that threatened to shatter their souls.

The three demon lords' eyes flashed with intense resentment and anger, but under the absolute pressure of the Lord of the Universe, these emotions were ultimately suppressed.

They dared not disobey in the slightest, nor even utter a harsh word. With a low growl, they fled the area with a belly full of resentment, rushing towards the exit vortex of the Primal Star without looking back.

Emperor Yan's gaze immediately fell on Venerable Zifeng. He recognized the other party's identity as a disciple of the Lord of Ice Peak.

"You get out too." Emperor Yan's tone remained calm, yet it carried an indifference even greater than when he treated alien races. "This treasure is mine now."

The Purple Wind Venerable's heart sank, and a feeling of frustration filled his chest. He knew all too well the discord between the Flame Emperor and his teacher, the Lord of Ice Peak.

If they meet here, there is absolutely no chance that he can obtain the treasure.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing his unwillingness, bowed slightly to the divine avatar of the Flame Emperor, said nothing, turned into a stream of azure light, and quickly left the canyon.

"So be it..." As he flew away, Venerable Zifeng thought dejectedly, "That piece of the Flowing Light Wings is destined to fall into the hands of Emperor Yan. With just this one in my hand, I can only exert the power of an ordinary treasure."

Only when the two are combined can it become a true advanced flying treasure... Now we can only go to our teacher and ask him to negotiate with Emperor Yan.

Even if I can't get the complete treasure back, if I can use my teacher's influence to get Emperor Yan to exchange this part for a sufficient amount of treasure points, it will be enough for me to exchange for a high-grade treasure weapon that I desire in the clan's treasury.

Thinking of his teacher, the Lord of Ice Peak, Venerable Purple Wind felt somewhat at ease and accelerated his flight towards the exit of the Primal Star.

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Before long, the cocoon of light burst forth with dazzling light, and a beautiful and exquisite wing, flowing with the aura of light, was born, radiating a treasure-level aura.

The Yan Emperor took a step forward and grabbed the newly emerged Wings of Radiance component in his hand.

Feeling the profound laws and powerful flight acceleration contained within, Emperor Yan couldn't help but show joy on his face.

Although he plundered a lot of treasures during the opening of the Primordial Star, they were all of relatively low level.

Most of them were just minor treasures, there were a dozen or so ordinary treasures, four high-level treasures, and not a single top-level treasure. I never expected to find a high-level treasure component that could assist in flight here.

"If we can find the other part and assemble it, its value will be no less than that of an ordinary top-tier treasure weapon," he muttered to himself, but then a clear resonance coming from a distant direction made him even happier.

"That direction... the other part is in the hands of the disciples of Ice Peak?" Emperor Yan instantly understood, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he vanished instantly, following the connection between the treasure's components as he chased after Venerable Purple Wind.

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While flying, Venerable Purple Wind felt the components of the Flowing Light Wings in his hand become active.

"Oh no!" His heart skipped a beat. "Emperor Yan must have discovered us and caught up with us!"

Just as he was thinking this, an even more immense and domineering pressure enveloped him instantly, and the surrounding space and time completely froze.

Venerable Zifeng was horrified. A towering crimson figure had appeared in front of him at some point, playing with the newly created Wings of Radiance component in his hand.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Emperor Yan's voice boomed. "The component in my hand has a strong connection with something on your body. It seems the other component is indeed with you."

The Purple Wind Venerable's heart sank. He forced himself to calm down and respectfully said, "Emperor Yan, this part was obtained by me when the Primordial Star was opened last time."

"As I was about to depart, I would like to inform my master, the Lord of Ice Peak, that I may further discuss the ownership of this component with you."

Without a teacher to back him up, what right does he, a mere cosmic overlord, have to negotiate with Emperor Yan? He will inevitably be severely pressured to lower his price.

"Discuss?" Emperor Yan interrupted with a scoff, "Why make it so complicated?"

"Both of these parts rightfully belong to me, but considering you are Ice Peak's disciple, I won't take them for nothing."

As he spoke, he casually tossed a streak of crimson light toward Venerable Purple Wind.

Purple Wind Venerable took it subconsciously, and upon closer inspection, found it to be an ordinary longsword of supreme treasure level.

"I'll trade the Blazing Sword for the parts you have." Emperor Yan's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority. "Both of these are ordinary treasures, and I'm not taking advantage of you. After the exchange, you can leave."

boom!

The Purple Wind Venerable felt a surge of anger rush to his head, and his sword-wielding hand trembled with extreme rage.

Isn't that taking advantage?

The Wings of Radiance component in his hand, though just an ordinary treasure on its own, is a component of a combination treasure. When combined with the one in Yan Di's hand, it can immediately transform into a precious high-level treasure for assisting flight.

Its value far exceeds that of ten or a hundred ordinary treasure weapons, not to mention the special status of flying treasures in combat and survival.

The Flame Blazing Sword that Emperor Yan threw over was merely a low-grade, ordinary treasure weapon; even in the treasure trove of the human race, it might not be as valuable as the parts in his hand.

This is no exchange! This is outright robbery! It's blatant plunder and humiliation!

"Emperor Yan!" Venerable Zifeng's voice was hoarse with anger. "This is a component of the Wings of Flowing Light. When combined with the component you possess, it becomes a high-grade treasure! You've exchanged it for a mere ordinary attack treasure... that's simply unfair! I beg you, Emperor Yan, for the sake of your teacher..."

"Ice Peak's face?" Emperor Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the void rippled as it was scorched. "I have already given him face before exchanging with you, otherwise I would have taken it by force long ago."

Do you really think I, the Emperor, need to bargain with a Venerable One like you? Or do you think Ice Peak would turn against me over this matter?

A terrifying pressure slammed down on Venerable Zifeng, causing his body to tremble violently, almost making him kneel down.

The Purple Wind Venerable's face turned deathly pale, his jaw clenched, as he sensed the threat of death.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength and the opponent's unbridled style of behavior, the title of "teacher" could only save his life, but not the treasure in his possession.

Humiliation, anger, resentment... all sorts of emotions churned in my chest.

But he knew even more clearly that resisting at this moment would only lead to his demise.

Finally, under the increasingly impatient gaze of the Flame Emperor, Venerable Purple Wind painstakingly retrieved the Flowing Light Wings component he controlled. The beautiful wings, which flowed with the aura of light, now felt incredibly heavy.

He held the parts in both hands and handed them over, almost squeezing out the words through clenched teeth: "Junior... exchange."

Yan Di revealed a satisfied smile, grabbed it, and gently touched it to another part in his hand.

A burst of light shone brightly, and the fusion of the two was completed in an instant, creating a pair of magnificent wings that radiated dazzling light.

"It's good that you know when to yield." Emperor Yan put away his treasure with satisfaction, and his figure began to blur. "Remember, in the entire primordial universe, only strength is the rule."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Di had already disappeared.

Only Venerable Purple Wind remained, clutching the Blazing Sword tightly. The fiery aura emanating from the sword now only brought him endless cold.

He glanced deeply in the direction where Yan Di had disappeared, buried his endless humiliation and hatred deep in his heart, and without looking back, transformed into a streak of light and sped away.

"This matter is far from over!"

……

In the desolate region, outside the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, dark clouds loomed over the city, and murderous intent filled the air.

At the edge of the sky, chariots rumbled, beasts roared, runes filled the air, and a torrent of steel converged from all directions.

The bronze chariots of the Tuoba family rolled across the sky, the ancient remnants of Xiling Beast Mountain blotted out the sun, the strongmen of the Rain Clan trod on the rain curtain, and figures also appeared in sacred pure lands such as Yishan and Nanyun Divine Mountain. In addition, many forces, including the four major races, were mixed in, with banners fluttering in the wind.

This was a long-planned feast, a bloody division of an ancient, pristine land.

However, amidst this grim atmosphere, sparks of support also gathered from all directions.

Some ancient tribes and powerful rogue cultivators who had once been protected by the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, as well as a few forces that remembered past ties, rushed to the scene despite knowing the danger.

The Qishan clan chief, an old man with white hair and beard, summoned an ancient ancestral artifact, which transformed into a mountain phantom and blocked one side of the Butian Pavilion's mountain gate. It collided violently with the Tuoba family's vanguard chariot, causing runes to explode and the sound to reverberate for miles.

The warriors of the Chiyang tribe formed a battle formation, like a red-hot blade, and fiercely cut into the flank of Xiling Beast Mountain, relieving pressure on the front line of defense.

Even more striking were the two figures whose auras soared into the sky.

War King!

Clad in blood-stained old armor and wielding a bronze spear, he stood alone before the Rain Clan army, his fierce fighting spirit so palpable that it caused the rain curtain to reverse.

He once competed with the Emperor for the throne, and although he lost, he was still honorable. His illustrious reputation was earned through fighting amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

His gaze was like lightning, and his voice boomed like thunder: "You little brats of the Rain Clan, while I was cultivating in the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, your grandpas were still playing in the mud! Want to come over? First, ask the spear in my hand!"

……

Besides these well-known powerhouses, many more former members of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion who once cultivated there and are now heroes or reclusive masters have returned.

They may not be well-known, but at this moment they all stood without hesitation outside the mountain gate, shoulder to shoulder with their former teachers and comrades, fighting hard to kill the invading enemy and buying precious time for the disciples in the pavilion to evacuate.

But what they didn't know was that the fire had already been transferred.

Using the information from the memory copy, Shi Hao clearly knew the details of the spies and traitors in the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. He joined forces with the elders of the pavilion to turn the tables and kill several enemy groups that tried to intercept him when they were secretly transferring disciples, which greatly deterred the forces that secretly coveted the area.

At this moment, those disciples who truly devoted themselves to the Pavilion had already been transferred to a sacred place near Stone Village, and Lin Yuan sent a divine power clone to properly protect them.

Besides the elders who were luring the enemy according to plan and the sand sent in by the major forces, the only person still in the pavilion is Little Shi Hao.

The true battleground lies in the far reaches of the heavens, where divine radiance surges, laws mourn, and terrifying collisions shake the very heavens.

The sacrificial spirit of the Butian Pavilion—that ancient gourd vine—had already torn through the void and actively confronted the most ferocious beings in the allied forces: Qiongqi, the Devouring Sky Sparrow, and a three-eyed humanoid creature from the Southern Meteor Mountain.

The battle was extremely fierce. The gourd vine sometimes shone brightly into the sky, and sometimes dimmed like a candle in the wind. It even risked injury to save its life, and suddenly burst out to kill the arrogant three-eyed humanoid creature!

But soon, it was caught in an even more frenzied attack by Qiongqi and Tuntianque. Its vines were stained with blood, its leaves fell, and its aura fluctuated violently, as if it would be completely annihilated at any moment.

This horrific scene perfectly aroused their greedy nature, making the two of them convinced that they only needed to exert a little more effort to enjoy this supreme essence.

Inside the main pavilion, Shi Hao stood outside the sacrificial spirit garden, a place of utter desolation and death.

His small figure stood tall, his eyes calm.

Huo Ling'er rushed over, grabbed his wrist, and said urgently, "Little one, come with me quickly, I'll take you away!"

Shi Hao didn't break free. Instead, he asked, "Fatty, outside there's the Tuoba family, Xiling Beast Mountain... so many forces want to divide up the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. What's your Fire Kingdom's attitude? Do you also want the divine essence of the Sacrificial Spirit?"

Huo Ling'er's delicate body trembled slightly, and pain and struggle flashed in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she said in a low voice, "Yes."

"The death of the sacrificial spirits is a foregone conclusion. Even the Emperor cannot stop the destruction of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. All he can do is try his best to protect some of the incense offerings."

As for the divine essence… it's better to leave it to us than let those forces that come to besiege us seize it.”

Although the Fire Emperor had previously stepped in to deter many forces that wanted to take advantage of his misfortune, it was only a drop in the ocean. Moreover, the Fire Kingdom was not a united front, and he had already been under great pressure because of this matter.

"So..." Shi Hao's voice was calm, "Fatty, are you here to distance yourself from the Heaven-Mending Pavilion so you can ease your mind by rescuing me?"

In the memory instance, Huo Ling'er is genuine and cute, but he always felt that the fat woman in front of him was quite different from her image, so he wanted to take this opportunity to test her true nature.

Little Boy thought to himself, "I'll see if you're worthy of the future Desolate Emperor."

Huo Ling'er suddenly looked up and met Shi Hao's eyes.

The other person's eyes held a hint of expectation hidden in their grievance, like a pitiful young animal about to be abandoned. This look made her heart ache, and it also caused a certain emotion deep within her to erupt.

Thinking of all the little things we did at the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, of his playful calls of "fatty girl," of his upright posture even in this moment...

The dilemma lasts only a moment.

The next second, she forcefully pulled the other person to her side, raised her pretty face, and spoke in a clear voice, not only answering Shi Hao's question, but also declaring to the many unseen gazes upon her:

"Regardless of the fate of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, the Fire Kingdom will not interfere, but..."

She gripped Shi Hao's wrist tightly, and said each word firmly and forcefully: "He, we, Huo Guobao, have taken him!"

Not as an orphan of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, but as my friend, Huo Ling'er!

Anyone who tries to harm him today will be an enemy of my Fire Kingdom!

Upon hearing this, the imperial aura emanating from the direction of the Fire Emperor in the distance rose, clearly echoing his daughter's declaration.

As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Ling'er pinched the little one's cheek in a fit of pique, and said coquettishly, "You little rascal, how dare you doubt me just now!"

She was really angry this time, and she used a lot of force, but for the first time, the little one let the other person rub her face.

The lively, adorable, and loyal chubby girl gradually overlaps with the image of Huo Ling'er, who eventually becomes his wife in the memory copy.

He completely ignored the murderous glare from the Fire Emperor in the distance and held her waist tightly with both hands.

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