White Tiger Immortal King

White Tiger Immortal King

A tall, majestic figure stood there like an ancient divine mountain, exuding boundless authority. His long silver-white hair danced in the wind, his muscles were powerfully built, and his pair of white brows resembled swords. His blue eyes brimmed with savagery and ferocity, while killing intent permeated the air.

Every gesture he made carried an incomparably vast presence, a majestic momentum capable of shocking eternity, shattering the heavens, and slaughtering all things.

Threads of white light spilled from his body, peerlessly sharp. Strands of white qi billowed from his mouth and nose—it was Geng Metal Qi. His gaze flowed, a single glance spanning ten thousand years; as ages changed, the sun, moon, and stars seemed to rise and fall within it.

The Great Dao of the heavens intertwined around him. He was the deity of all heavens, the supreme sovereign who governed the life and death of all things. That aura of unrivaled supremacy swept across the myriad worlds, suppressing the three thousand realms.

What shocked Zhou Tong most was that this person possessed a will—a terrifying will capable of creating the world, turning the universe, and exterminating all living beings.

This was the White Tiger Immortal King. This was the will of an Immortal King.

The White Tiger ruled slaughter. In the Immortal Domain, the White Tiger Clan had once been renowned overlords, producing more than one Immortal King. What Zhou Tong saw now was an Immortal King once belonging to the White Tiger Clan.

As the White Tiger Immortal King manifested, the divine power within Zhou Tong began draining at an extremely terrifying rate. The divine power refined from this Divine Spring could support it for at most half a minute!

I have to find the White Tiger Clan's inheritance within this half-minute! An Immortal King inheritance!! Zhou Tong was anxious. He wanted to find the mystical techniques the White Tiger Immortal King had used in life as quickly as possible.

But the White Tiger Immortal King had lived for no less than millions of years. To search through it all, Zhou Tong would need at least a thousand years. Half a minute was simply not enough!

"I finally found a technique!" Zhou Tong did not think further. He did not care what kind of technique it was, directly pouring his last trace of divine power into the Reincarnation Mirror and turning the technique into an imprint, branding it deep within his primordial spirit. He could comprehend it later when he had the time.

In any case, it was definitely a technique from the Immortal Ancient era, and one valued by an Immortal King. It had to be extraordinary, far surpassing the ancient scriptures of the Great Emperors of this age.

"Buzz!!"

After the last trace of divine power dissipated, the Reincarnation Mirror fell silent once more.

Only then did Zhou Tong begin carefully examining the technique within his primordial spirit.

It was an extremely profound technique, containing countless runes. Just one glance made Zhou Tong feel somewhat dizzy. At that moment, the Bodhi Seed within his Ten Cave Heaven Divine Rings released a thread of Pure Qi, immediately clearing his primordial spirit. Those incomparably complex runes gradually appeared before his eyes.

"So that's how it is... I never expected the White Tiger Immortal King to have mastered a Ten Evils Treasure Art in life?" Once he saw the complete evolution of this treasure art, joy immediately appeared in Zhou Tong's eyes. "One of the Ten Fiends—the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass!"

"After the Thunder Emperor Treasure Technique, this is the second Ten Evils Treasure Art I've learned—the Grass Character Sword Art!!" Zhou Tong was ecstatic. "As an Azure Heaven Hegemonic Body, I can cultivate a total of nine Divine Forms. In the future, I'll use the Ten Fiends as the foundation of my nine Divine Forms!!"

According to the original novel, the Azure Heaven Hegemonic Body lineage possessed nine inherited Divine Forms: True Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, Phoenix, Kirin, Transformation Snake, Hegemonic Bell, Kunpeng, and one unknown form.

However, compared to the four Ten Fiends—True Dragon, Phoenix, Kirin, and Kunpeng—the other Divine Forms, though all powerful to the extreme, were still slightly inferior.

The nine Divine Forms of the Hegemon Body can merge to become a Battle Immortal. But the Hegemon Bodies in this world cannot do so. Is it because their Divine Forms are just a little weaker? Zhou Tong could not help thinking of this. If I use nine of the Ten Fiends to create an entirely new set of nine Divine Forms, could it become even stronger?

Perhaps... this is my path to immortality?

What exactly is a Battle Immortal? If I gather the True Dragon Horn, Sky Horn Ant Horn, Phoenix Wings, Kunpeng Wings, Thunder Emperor Wings, Kirin Armor, Nine Netherworld Howler Tail, Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Tendrils, and Gu Claw, could I become a Battle Immortal?

In the end, Zhou Tong shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

A Battle Immortal was still far too distant for him. His most important task now was to leave the Primordial Forbidden Land first, then find a place to cultivate.

At this moment, Ye Fan and Pang Bo had also filled their bottles and began urging Zhou Tong to return with them.

Zhou Tong nodded and headed back with the two of them to where their classmates were gathered.

The moment the three returned, Zhou Yi immediately came forward and asked, "How was it? Did you find anything?"

Zhou Tong gestured, and Ye Fan and Pang Bo immediately took out several mineral water bottles from their hands.

Zhou Tong then said, "This is the Divine Spring we found. I already said that staying here continuously consumes our life force. If each of you drinks a mouthful of this Divine Spring, it should offset some of that loss. Perhaps it will allow us to leave this place safely."

"Divine Spring? Is this stuff really that miraculous? I'll try it first!!" Li Changqing did not stand on ceremony. He walked over directly and reached for the mineral water bottle in Pang Bo's hand.

"Pah!"

Pang Bo glanced at Li Changqing and sneered. "You really have no shame. I've never seen anyone as thick-skinned as you."

The moment he saw Li Changqing's expression, Pang Bo knew that Li Changqing was planning to take an entire bottle of Divine Spring for himself. Such people were the most selfish.

"How can you speak like that?" Li Changqing could not save face and darkened his expression. "We're classmates. We came to an unfamiliar world together, so we should help each other. Everyone is hungry and thirsty now, and our life force is also draining away. Since you found something that can relieve it, you should share it with everyone."

Zhou Tong said calmly, "That's right. We brought this Divine Spring back to share with everyone. Which is why it isn't for you to take." As he spoke, Zhou Tong took an empty bottle from Li Changqing. It was the bottle of water Li Changqing had secretly drunk inside the Bronze Coffin.

Holding the bottle, Zhou Tong casually took a small knife from his pocket and slashed it. The upper half of the bottle was instantly cut away, turning it into a cup.

He then carved a mark into the cup and said, "To be fair, we'll use this cup. Fill it to this mark each time, and these bottles of water should be enough to divide fairly."

"Not bad, this is a very fair method!" Zhou Yi, Wang Ziwen, and the others nodded as well, agreeing to this method of distribution.

Soon, one classmate after another took the cup, and the several bottles of Divine Spring water were quickly consumed.

"Let's go!"

Seeing this, Zhou Tong finally spoke. "Staying here any longer will bring no benefit, only harm. Let's get out of this damned place... This Divine Spring cannot sustain us for long. The sooner we leave, the better!"

Zhou Tong did not want to remain on the Ruthless Great Emperor's territory for even another second. If the Ruthless Great Emperor happened to get the wrong idea and decided to eliminate a great enemy for his older brother, Zhou Tong would be finished.

Having his life held in someone else's palm was truly an awful feeling.