The quasi-emperor spoke of many secrets and little-known news in his mouth.
After he finished his final additions, Zhang Huan felt a sense of certainty in his heart.
He channeled the imperial power of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar, and the quasi-emperor before him was annihilated, leaving not even fragments behind, including the restrictions within his body, which dissipated into the void.
The moment this quasi-emperor first spoke, he was already a dead man, and the restrictions had been stirring restlessly all along.
Instead of being tortured by the restrictions further, it was better to let Zhang Huan make a move and grant him a release directly.
From this point of view, it was obvious that someone had prepared in advance to guard against them leaking even the slightest bit of information.
Who would do such a thing went without saying.
Casting his gaze toward the other great sage, Zhang Huan severed his memories and left him in this star domain.
Leaving the master of the demonic art alone would ultimately be trouble; a decisive cut must be made, and Zhang Huan intended to settle accounts with him in one go.
So what if he was the son of a supreme being? Without attaining the Dao, he was still an ant, and fighting for his Dao path could only be sorted out by life and death.
Besides, the nameless quasi-emperor had ruined a quasi-emperor corpse that he had acquired with great difficulty, so he definitely had to demand justice.
Although the opponent's corpse had also fallen into Zhang Huan's hands, that was in self-defense while killing the enemy, and dying meant he deserved it; it could not purge the foul Qi in Zhang Huan's heart.
Journeying toward another star domain, Zhang Huan followed the information provided by the fragmented quasi-emperor, and within days he encountered another quasi-emperor, also a hound hailing from the Divine Ruins.
Zhang Huan did not stand on ceremony and slapped him to death, then found the remaining two, slaying them all out into the starry sky.
Going to the Divine Ruins was impossible; the slumbering grounds of ancient supreme beings were guarded by complete imperial arrays, concealing countless lethal moves, and going to a forbidden zone to find the master of the demonic art was tantamount to courting death.
Yet forcing him out was not difficult. Since this person cast his net across the universe and dispatched numerous quasi-emperors to harvest, the level of importance he attached to it must be beyond compare.
The Dao he practiced was bound to be closely related to this.
Zhang Huan had also practiced the demonic art once before; this path used all living beings as raw material to enhance oneself, continuously drawing upon cultivation base.
As for the master of the demonic art, he was even more extreme, using all beings as seeds and scattering them across the world, waiting for the seeds to mature before harvesting them, taking great sages as food.
With such actions, if this person wished to make progress, he would need more provisions to perfect the demonic Dao.
A millennium had passed since Zhang Huan obtained the demonic art. Over a thousand years, the master of the demonic art had long since cultivated to a point where the accumulated problems were hard to resolve, and he had to devour more great sages.
Otherwise, the Dao would backlash, everything from the past would be washed away, and he would ultimately transform into a monster.
By snapping off all his claws and teeth, Zhang Huan did not believe he could endure forever.
A thousand years had passed; even if the opponent had achieved success in his cultivation, Zhang Huan did not fear him, and was determined to probe the bottom line of the other's realm.
A supreme being's son was naturally suppressed by the Dao of his forebears. Although his talent was peerless and his resources were top-tier,
he would walk slower and slower on the cultivation path. If he only proceeded along the footprints of his forebears, it would be fine, and he would surely be a quasi-emperor in the future.
However, if he wished to become an emperor, for a single day he could not break through the Dao of his forebears, then he would be suppressed throughout his entire life.
Cultivating to the quasi-emperor realm, bloodline talent no longer held any advantage, and compared to others, he would be even more influenced by the imperial Dao, making progress all the harder.
Even if the opponent broke through to the quasi-emperor realm earlier than Zhang Huan, he was not necessarily much stronger than him, and in terms of fortuitous encounters, Zhang Huan considered himself inferior to no supreme being's son.
When it came to imperial weapons, he had the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar to guard him.
He had mastered the secret techniques of the Ruthless Emperor and thoroughly integrated them; every single spell was extraordinary, and moreover, he practiced the Indestructible Heavenly Art, which a supreme being's son could not compare to.
Now, he had defied the principles of heaven and earth to achieve a divine embryo, living out a new life, and his battle prowess was unfathomable.
If they fought in the same realm, even with an imperial weapon at hand, he was confident he could slay the forbidden zone's scion.
Zhang Huan took out the corpse of the nameless quasi-emperor. Having previously refined the origin within its body, this corpse was now like withered bone, covered in dense cracks, seemingly on the verge of disintegrating the very next moment.
The power of golden laws condensed in his hand, divine patterns covering the cracks, making the corpse recapture a trace of quasi-emperor grandeur.
He wrote upon a piece of fine iron paper and handed it to the skeleton.
Zhang Huan traversed layers of star seas, heading straight for the Big Dipper Star Domain. Gazing from an infinitely distant distance, he saw the Emperor Burial Star containing boundless vitality, with the Divine Ruins lying right within the Eastern Wasteland.
He cast the skeleton away with a sweep. Dao and spells intertwined, slicing across the void like a brilliant shooting star, burning away the last blood and heat of this quasi-emperor as it plunged into the Divine Ruins, shattering peaks and destroying mountains, shaking the primeval land.
He issued a battle challenge to the master of the demonic art within the forbidden zone, speaking without mincing words.
The opponent's imperial weapon had already witnessed the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar and engaged in a great battle.
The nameless quasi-emperor had mistakenly taken Zhang Huan for the Ruthless Bloodline, and the fact that he was killed by Zhang Huan—these messages must have already been communicated to the master of the demonic art via the imperial weapon.
Zhang Huan did not shy away either; he used the corpse of the nameless quasi-emperor to provoke the other party into appearing.
Within moments, a terrifying pressure emanated from the Divine Ruins, piercing through the firmament and surging straight up to the Thirty-Three Layers of Heaven.
This was boundless imperial might—not a slumbering emperor waking up, but originating from an imperial weapon!
Yet even so, it caused the earth of Big Dipper to heave and tremble. People on the other side of the planet clearly felt this unbearable pressure, shivering and trembling with fear like ants beneath the imperial might.
Among the various holy lands of Big Dipper, imperial weapons awakened, staring at every move within the Divine Ruins.
Yet the imperial might gradually weakened, halting before long, and the Divine Ruins returned to complete silence.
Held back, did you? Truly worthy of being a supreme son, with a temper exactly like a supreme being.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Zhang Huan's eyes, his tone somewhat mocking.
Since the opponent kept hiding in the forbidden zone, he would just see how long he could endure.
Zhang Huan left the Big Dipper Star Domain, intending to establish a force to engage in a protracted war of attrition with the other party.
The universe was vast and boundless, and no matter how transcendent a person's strength was, they could not set foot in every single place or grasp all information.
Yet the forbidden zones did not lack cultivators. Every single one sent out possessed methods to deal with practitioners of the demonic art, and they were unafraid of death, utterly loyal.
If he were to keep fighting single-handedly, with one person suppressing the opponent, there would always be surviving claws and teeth.
Such an approach neither affected the master of the demonic art nor wasted all of his own time; it was simply not worth it.
It would be better to establish a force and grow it large, spreading across the starry sky. That way, he could both discover the traces of the Divine Ruins' cultivators and join forces with those practicing the demonic art to go fishing.
When minions were discovered, he would beat them to death, saving a great deal of effort.
Descending upon the Human Ancient Road, Zhang Huan released his quasi-emperor pressure, and on the spot countless cultivators were willing to become followers.
If one wanted to rapidly establish a force, a place like the Ancient Road that gathered powerhouses from across the universe was the most suitable choice.
At the first pass of the Human Ancient Road, looking at these young cultivators who were merely at the sage realm, Zhang Huan could not help but smile.
When he first became a sage, he hadn't come to the Ancient Road, thinking he would never set foot in the first city in this lifetime.
Now he had made up for it, though he was already in the quasi-emperor realm; compared to these sages, he was simply an old monster from a past era.
And if he were to announce that he had come to conquer the passes, it would undoubtedly be a bit too bullying.
Broadly broadcasting across the entire city that he intended to establish a force of his own, Zhang Huan crossed the void and headed toward the next pass.
With his strength, the restrictions of this Ancient Road were no different from thin air, and he came and went freely.
Along the way, Zhang Huan chanted softly, pondering what name the force he created should bear.
Let's call it.
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