Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar

Chapter 3: Devouring Heaven Cauldron

The Wheel Sea Realm is divided into four stages: the Bitter Sea, Life Spring, Divine Bridge, and Other Shore.

Life Spring!

When divine power is cultivated to perfection, a Life Spring eye is carved out within the barren Bitter Sea, connecting to the Wheel of Life, allowing the Divine Spring to gush forth.

Only upon reaching this realm can one unleash various profound techniques and divine abilities, wielding unfathomable might—this is a crucial step in a cultivator's transformation.

Zhang Huan deeply felt the mystery of the Great Dao. This act of transmitting the Way and imparting knowledge made him wish to teach tirelessly without end.

One day could equal a hundred days of effort. With such miraculous effects, no wonder many flocked to it, viewing this Dao Path as a shortcut.

Zhang Huan felt that he, too, had unknowingly become addicted to this sensation.

Perhaps before long, he could easily become a great power on one side, dominating the Big Dipper.

The Big Dipper of this era was vast and sparsely populated, unlike the later days of Ye Fan. Common cultivators were generally in the Wheel Sea Realm, with a gap in practitioners, still recovering from the suppression of the Great Dao.

Among the billions of mortals, there were no shortage of geniuses with Cultivation Aptitude. As long as he kept spreading his teachings, Zhang Huan's cultivation would rise with the tide, and the future Dao was promising!

The heavens and earth were vast, with much to accomplish!

Through Zhang Huan's guidance, the Innate Dao Embryo joined the Jade Pool Holy Land, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, greatly benefiting Zhang Huan.

If he wished to find a divine medicine to change his aptitude, profound cultivation was indispensable.

From then on, a Veiled Immortal Master appeared within ten thousand li, dedicated to enlightening the people and guiding mortals into cultivation, tirelessly teaching in populous cities.

Twenty years!

Springs and autumns passed, days and months flew by. Zhang Huan's realm grew rapidly, crossing the Divine Bridge, reaching the Other Shore, passing through the Dao Palace Four Extremes, and arriving at the Immortal Platform Third Level—the Dao Slaying Realm!

The Holy Lords of the various Holy Lands were at the Great Power level. Zhang Huan was now a figure of note in the Big Dipper.

His disciples numbered in the tens of millions, spread across every major city in the Eastern Wasteland Southern Territory, constantly drawing in new mortals to add fuel to Zhang Huan's fire.

Once one tasted the Demonic Art, there was no stopping.

The temptation of gaining such immense power so easily was one that fewer than one in ten thousand could resist.

"This is about the limit. If I keep developing like this, I'll soon be noticed."

Zhang Huan preached the benefit of all living beings, a so-called Defy Fate cultivation method.

Thus, regardless of whether his audience was righteous or evil, there were always people spreading his teachings far and wide.

Now, his reach had extended into the territories of certain Holy Lands, inevitably drawing their attention.

When those Old Monsters calculated with a snap of their fingers, everything Zhang Huan had done would not escape their eyes.

Perhaps, even now, someone had already taken an interest in him.

But entering the sights of those Great Powers was only a matter of time. Zhang Huan had long anticipated this.

With his Immortal Third Level strength, he could not yet protect himself against those Sages or Old Monsters—he would need external aid.

"Right now, I have a special cultivation method and don't worry about resources. The most important thing is to find a weapon to protect my Dao."

Zhang Huan had a plan.

In his memories, there were many treasures without owners. Taking advantage of the overall low level of cultivators, he could snatch them up early.

The best would be a Supreme Emperor Weapon. If he obtained one, it could ensure his safety in this life, and even his original body would effectively gain an Emperor Weapon immediately.

The reason those Holy Lands had stood for ten thousand years without falling, with none daring to invade, was because they had Emperor Weapons guarding their families or lineages, suppressing their fate.

Every Supreme Emperor Weapon carried a different Dao Fruit, wielding Supreme Dao Laws that none could rival, with immense Emperor Power.

If he obtained one, he would immediately possess a strategic nuclear weapon, no longer fearing the prying eyes of petty scoundrels.

Without an Emperor Weapon, his heart could not be at ease.

Though the number of Emperors in the world was limited, so too were the Supreme Emperor Weapons.

Yet, in the Golden Age of later generations, unowned Emperor Weapons would still emerge.

The Ruthless Emperor's first life shed her Demonic Fetus, forging a vessel from her Emperor Body—the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar!

The lid was obtained by Duan De, likely dug up from a tomb, possibly hidden in the Ruthless Emperor's Dao Field. Zhang Huan would need considerable time to search for it.

The Ruthless Emperor's Dao Field had long vanished, buried in Ancient History.

In later ages, beside a dried-up ancient riverbed outside the Cloud Severing Mountain Range, the jar body was buried and later obtained by Tu Tian.

Zhang Huan had taken note of the Cloud Severing Mountain Range.

It had three main river channels, with hundreds of branching rivers crisscrossing and connecting. In Zhang Huan's current era, there was no sign of any drying up.

"The jar body—I can search for it."

Zhang Huan murmured. With his current abilities, moving mountains and filling seas was no difficult task. Even though this era was over a hundred thousand years before Tu Tian's time, with immense geological changes, Zhang Huan could still scour the mountain range to its depths and find the jar body.

After a journey, Zhang Huan's Spiritual Sense spread across the mountain range, probing inch by inch. Finding nothing on the surface, he gathered spiritual power in his hand and struck a towering mountain, blasting it to dust.

Zhang Huan intended to break through by force. Boundless spiritual power surged, turning into ripples that spread wantonly across the entire Cloud Severing Mountain Range.

Rocks floated and sank, great rivers withered, like an apocalyptic calamity, destroying everything in the Cloud Severing Mountain Range.

"Heaven's calamity—which Great Power Expert has graced us with their presence?"

The local weak cultivators, seeing such a shocking scene, dared not approach, fearing they'd be caught in the fallout.

After digging for an entire month, in a crevice between stones, Zhang Huan finally spotted the body of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar.

Carved upon it was a Ghost Face Pattern, pitch-black and deep as a bottomless pit, annihilating all Life Force and devouring it within.

"With this Emperor Weapon, this life will go smoothly without obstruction, aiding This Venerable in no time—hahahaha!"

Standing atop a pit tens of thousands of li wide, Zhang Huan's heart surged with excitement.

From then on, Zhang Huan began spreading the Demonic Art recklessly, splitting it into Buddhist Dharma and Daoist Dharma, twisting the names and backgrounds into something utterly mystical.

Not only did he multiply himself into countless forms to sow seeds far and wide, but he also founded a Sect, boldly recruiting disciples, plundering resources, and occupying Mine Cave Heavens.

Every seed of decent talent he sensed, Zhang Huan would "pay a visit" to encourage them to strive harder, tirelessly savoring the joy that cultivation brought.

After a few years, the sect had taken shape. Thanks to the unique techniques and Zhang Huan's use of Tiered Levels—a mechanism where the more people he drew in, the greater the returns—the expansion grew ever more ferocious.

Soon, the various holy lands voiced their discontent. Someone traced the cause and effect through deduction, but Zhang Huan sensed it in reverse and, with the Emperor Weapon's suppression, made them sit in meditation and pass away on the spot.

Another few years of surface calm passed, until finally a Sage could no longer hold back. He came to Zhang Huan's sect to test the waters, only for Zhang Huan to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, blasting him dead on the spot with a thread of Emperor Power.

Only then did the holy lands of Big Dipper realize belatedly that they didn't want to provoke a Supreme Dao force of unknown origin. The situation eased, as if by unspoken agreement, and Zhang Huan was granted a territory.

"Still, only when your fist is big enough can you stop tiptoeing around."

In just a few short years, his progress had surpassed the twenty years of accumulation Zhang Huan had before.

If this kept up, becoming a Sage or an Ancestor was well within reach.

Though most of his followers were weak in strength and contributed little cultivation, numbers added up—even ants could bite an elephant to death.

Not to mention the occasional seed of fine talent that brought Zhang Huan pleasant surprises.

Now, his own aptitude had been nourished to above average, and his cultivation speed had picked up.

But Zhang Huan wasn't satisfied. He wanted more cultivation aids. If billions of All Beings were gathering firewood for him, then becoming a Great Sage or even a Quasi-Emperor wouldn't be a fantasy!

"I already have the answer for severing the Dao within me. My rise in this life relies entirely on the Demonic Art. With that as my foundation, I'll reverse-cut All Beings and claim all fortune for myself."

The Demonic Art spread like wild grass, growing unchecked, blown up into something divine, and sprawling across every corner of the Big Dipper lands.