Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

I pushed open the door to my home.

Shen Yao was pacing around the living room with her daughter in her arms, while Zhao Zixuan, with her pregnant belly showing, sat on the sofa with a parenting book in her hand.

"You're back?"

Shen Yao looked up and, upon seeing Yan Ning, her worry turned to joy. "How are you? Are you hurt?"

"fine."

Yan Ning walked over and took her daughter from her arms.

The little one was sleeping soundly, his mouth slightly open, breathing evenly, his cheeks rosy and delicate.

Yan Ning looked down at that small face, and the tension in her heart finally eased completely.

"How's Old Zhao doing?"

Zhao Zixuan put down her book and asked somewhat anxiously.

Although her father, Zhao Tieshan, returned safely after being conscripted last time, he has been restless these past few months and always wants to go out into the wild.

"Safely returned."

"You should talk to him properly. He's getting on in years; he should do what he's supposed to do and stop thinking about going out into the wilderness. Wouldn't it be better to open a martial arts school in the base city and train apprentices than to risk his life out there?"

Zhao Zixuan pursed her lips: "I've tried to persuade him, but he won't listen."

"Then try to persuade them a few more times."

"If all else fails, I'll go talk to him in person after I'm done with this busy period."

Zhao Zixuan nodded, her eyes reddening again.

Shen Yao watched this scene from the side, chuckled softly, and turned to go to the kitchen to bring back a cup of hot tea.

Yan Ning took the tea, took a sip, and glanced at the two of them.

Shen Yao has recovered well after giving birth. Her face has regained some weight and her complexion is rosy. Zhao Zixuan's belly is already very obvious, and her due date is in three months.

This house is starting to feel like a home more and more.

But he couldn't linger in this warmth for too long; he had to transform what he had gained into immediate combat power.

"I'll be going into seclusion for a while, so I'll have to leave things at home in your care."

Yan Ning handed her sleeping daughter to Shen Yao and stood up.

Shen Yao felt a little sorry for him: "You just got back and you're already training? Don't you want to rest for a bit?"

"I'm used to it."

Yan Ning waved and turned to walk towards the basement.

......

In the training room.

Yan Ning sat down cross-legged, his consciousness sinking into the system space.

The creeping vine is dormant.

The emerald green sphere floated in the system space like a cocoon, occasionally trembling slightly.

"Such a massive amount of energy, I wonder when it will be digested," Yan Ning murmured.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

The stronger Mo Yun Teng is, the more powerful his trump cards become.

With the Black God Set, the number of people on the entire Blue Star who can hurt him can be counted on one hand!

That will be the time when Yan Ning can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

However, he couldn't be idle during the time that Moyun Teng was in slumber.

Yan Ning took out the emerald green crystal from his pocket.

The spirit of plants and trees that have stood for a thousand years.

It was enveloped in a soft, emerald-green glow.

"A good thing that can improve one's aptitude and enhance one's mental strength, and it's a thousand years old... If this were to be sold, there would be very few people in the entire Nanjiang Base City who could afford it."

This kind of thing is rare and hard to come by.

"If I could become a God of War, both my earning power and my status would rise to a new level!"

"At that time, by purchasing dragon blood to strengthen myself, I can continue to improve my strength during the vacuum period when the system redeems its rewards."

"and...

Only those at the level of a War God have the right to truly speak in the council hall!

There are more than twenty councilors in Nanjiang City, but those few war gods always hold the real power.

He is now a member of parliament.

But in the eyes of true powerhouses, he was nothing more than a "young man with potential."

"Azure has 25 base cities, and the number of councilors in Nanjiang base city alone is far from enough."

Yan Ning closed his eyes and silently planned his own path in his mind.

Base City Councilor, Azure Director, Azure Veteran, Azure Speaker…

It could even become the highest peak on the Blue Star!

Let's take it one step at a time.

"The universe is extremely dangerous. If we can't even dominate the blue sky, how can we talk about the universe?"

Yan Ning did not rush to take the herbal essence, but instead began to adjust his physical condition first.

The next ten days.

Yan Ning still does only three things every day: eat with his family, sleep, and cultivate.

He adjusted his physical condition to its peak, and even his state of mind became much calmer than before.

......

Late at night on the tenth day.

Yan Ning sat alone in the training room, holding the thousand-year-old spirit of plants in his palm.

"Let's begin."

It stimulates the primal energy of genes, enveloping the spirit of plants.

A burst of emerald green light erupted instantly, illuminating the entire training room as if it were daytime.

A warm energy surged from the palm into the body, spreading along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

It was like parched land receiving spring rain; every cell greedily absorbed this life energy.

Spiritual power is also increasing in tandem.

boom!

Yan Ning heard a crisp sound coming from inside his body, as if something had been broken through.

Martial arts cultivation, Apprentice Level 6.

Spiritual Master Cultivation, Apprentice Level Six.

Both have broken through to the level of Advanced Warrior!

Yan Ning did not stop and continued to refine the remaining plant and tree spirit energy.

The primal energy within the meridians surged ceaselessly, and the power of spiritual thought continued to expand.

then.

He encountered a barrier.

The barrier was thick and hard, like an iron curtain, lying between him and the God of War.

The energy of the plant spirit struck three times, but the barrier remained unmoved.

"It's just a hair's breadth away."

Yan Ning opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

Breaking through to the God of War level is not something that can be done overnight. Being able to go directly from the intermediate-level general to the peak of the advanced-level general is already the limit for a plant spirit.

Who told him to have such a poor foundation?

Yan Ning stood up and stretched his limbs.

The bones made a slight popping sound, the muscles were smooth and powerful, and the genetic energy operated in the body as if it were an extension of the body.

He threw a punch casually.

The force of the punch tore through the air in the training room, producing a sharp whistling sound.

"That punch weighed at least 50,000 kilograms!"

"The strength of a beginner-level War God is at least 60,000 kilograms. Although there's a difference, it's still more than three times stronger than before!"

The enhancement of mental power is even more exaggerated.

Yan Ning's mind raced.

The blades of the curved cutter head flew out.

Forty-eight in total!

Forty-eight planetary-level blades moved through the training room, their silver light intertwining.

"A beginner-level War God should be able to defeat him easily, and an intermediate-level War God can also put up a fight head-on."

Yan Ning sheathed the blade, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"If it were just an ordinary plant spirit, it would definitely not have this effect. That makes sense, since it is formed from the life essence of the Moyun Vine."

Even if it's just scraps from a thousand years ago, it'll be enough.

Thinking of the energy in the seed that the Moyun Vine had devoured, Yan Ning couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

"This is just the scraps. How much will it grow after consuming most of the Cloud-Piercing Vine?"

Planetary level?

Or even higher?

......

The first day after emerging from seclusion.

Yan Ning began processing the information that had accumulated over the past ten days.

There were hundreds of unread messages on the communication watch, most of which were invitations from various martial arts schools.