Chapter 3

Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar

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

The Life Spring!

Once spiritual power cultivation reached completion, he carved out a spring-eye of the Life Spring within the desolate Bitter Sea, connecting it to the Wheel of Life and causing the divine spring to bubble and flow.

Only upon reaching this realm could one deploy various profound techniques and divine abilities, possessing unfathomable might. This was a crucial step in a cultivator's transformation.

Zhang Huan deeply felt the profundity of the Great Dao. As for this imparting of doctrines and teaching of industry, he was eager to instruct untiringly.

A single day could equal a hundred days of cultivation. With such miraculous efficacy, no wonder quite a few people flocked to it, viewing this kind of Dao path as a shortcut.

Zhang Huan felt that he too had unconsciously grown infatuated with this feeling.

Perhaps before long, he could easily become a Great Power Expert, lording over the Big Dipper.

The current Big Dipper was sparsely populated, unlike the later era of Ye Fan. Common cultivators generally remained in the Wheel Sea Realm, and cultivators suffered from a generational gap, having yet to recover from the impact of the Dao suppression.

There were hundreds of millions of mortals, among whom were no shortage of geniuses with cultivation aptitude. He only needed to keep preaching, and Zhang Huan's cultivation would likewise rise with the tide; a promising future on the Great Dao awaited!

The heaven and earth were vast, with boundless potential!

Guided by Zhang Huan, the Innate Dao Embryo entered the Jade Pool Holy Land. For a time, her cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, providing Zhang Huan with profound benefits.

If he wanted to find divine medicine to change his aptitude, high cultivation was indispensable.

From then on, a veiled immortal master appeared within a radius of ten thousand li, specifically enlightening the minds of the people and guiding mortals in cultivation. In heavily populated cities, he tirelessly preached the Dao and taught industry.

Twenty years!

Spring and autumn alternated, and the sun and moon flew like shuttles. Zhang Huan's realm grew at a rapid pace; he had already crossed the Divine Bridge, reached the Other Shore, passed through the Dao Palace Four Extremes, and arrived at the Immortal Platform Third Level, the Dao Slaying Realm!

The Holy Lords of various holy lands were merely at the Great Power Expert level, and Zhang Huan was now a figure of consequence in the Big Dipper.

His disciples numbered well over ten thousand, spreading across the various cities of the Eastern Wasteland Southern Territory. At any moment, they were introducing new mortals to add fuel to the fire for Zhang Huan.

Once someone tasted the demonic art, they could never stop.

The temptation of gaining formidable power so easily was something only one in ten thousand could resist.

It's about time to reach the limit. If things develop like this, I'll soon be noticed.

What Zhang Huan advocated was bringing benefit to all beings, along with the so-called cultivation method to defy fate.

Therefore, regardless of whether his audience was righteous or demonic, someone was constantly branching out and spreading leaves for Zhang Huan.

Now his tentacles had already reached the territory of certain holy lands, inevitably drawing their attention.

When that time came, those old monsters would pinch their fingers and calculate, and everything Zhang Huan had done would be unable to escape their piercing eyes.

Perhaps at this very moment, someone had already taken an interest in him.

However, he would enter the eyes of those great powers sooner or later, something Zhang Huan had anticipated long ago.

With his Immortal Platform Third Level strength, he still could not protect himself if he encountered those sages or old monsters, so he needed to seek external assistance.

My current self possesses a special cultivation method, so I don't need to worry about resources. The most important thing is to find a Dao-protecting vessel.

Zhang Huan knew what he was doing.

In his memory, quite a few treasures still lacked a true master. Taking advantage of the fact that the overall level of cultivators was not high, he could actually intercept them in advance.

Ideally, it would be a Supreme Dao Weapon. If he held it in his hand, it could ensure Zhang Huan's peace in this life, and even his true body would instantly be as good as acquiring an imperial weapon.

The reason those holy lands had stood firm for ten thousand years without anyone daring to violate them was entirely because they had imperial weapons guarding their own families or Dao traditions, suppressing their destiny.

Every Supreme Dao Weapon carried different Dao fruit, possessed unmatched Supreme Dao Law, and wielded formidable imperial power.

If he obtained even one, he would instantly have a strategic nuclear weapon, and no longer fear the prying eyes of petty people.

Without an imperial weapon, his heart felt unsettled.

Although the emperors in the world were few, Supreme Dao Weapons were likewise limited.

Yet during the Golden Age of later generations, ownerless imperial weapons still emerged.

When the Ruthless Emperor shed her demonic fetus in her first life, the vessel she forged with her emperor body was none other than the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar!

The lid was obtained by Duan De, likely dug out from a tomb, and might be hidden in the Dao field of the Ruthless Emperor. Zhang Huan would need quite a bit of time to search for it.

The Dao field of the Ruthless Emperor had long since vanished without a trace, buried deep within ancient history.

Later on, by the side of a dried-up ancient riverbed outside the Cloud Severing Mountain Range, the jar body was buried and ended up being obtained by Tu Tian.

Zhang Huan had indeed taken note of this Cloud Severing Mountain Range.

It possessed three main riverbeds and hundreds of bifurcated rivers, connected and interlaced, showing no signs of drying up whatsoever in the era where Zhang Huan lived.

I can actually search for the jar body.

Zhang Huan murmured. With his current abilities, turning mountains and filling seas was by no means a difficult task. Even though there were still over a hundred thousand years left before Tu Tian's era in this lifetime and geological movements were massive, Zhang Huan could still search the mountain range inside out and find the jar body.

After completing a journey, Zhang Huan's spiritual sense permeated the mountain range, probing it inch by inch. Finding nothing on the surface, Zhang Huan directly gathered spiritual power in his hand and struck toward a majestic mountain, reducing it to fine dust.

Zhang Huan intended to break it through sheer force. Boundless spiritual power surged, transforming into ripples that wantonly released throughout the entire Cloud Severing Mountain Range.

Rubble floated and sank, boundless great rivers withered, and like an apocalyptic disaster, everything in the Cloud Severing Mountain Range was destroyed.

"A natural disaster! Which great power expert has arrived?"

The weak cultivators of the local area saw such a shocking scene and did not dare to get close to a single one, fearing they would be caught in the fallout.

After a full month of digging the earth, Zhang Huan finally found the body of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Jar amidst a fissure in the rocks.

Carved upon it was a ghost face pattern, pitch-black and profound like a bottomless pit, annihilating all life force and devouring it within.

"With this imperial weapon, this lifetime will proceed without hindrance, and assisting my true body is just around the corner. Hahahaha!"

Standing above the pit tens of thousands of li wide, Zhang Huan felt boundless excitement in his heart.

From then on, Zhang Huan began recklessly preaching the demonic art, dividing it into Buddhist Dharma and Daoist Dharma, and altering its background names to sound unimaginably mystical.

Not only did he manifest in tens of thousands of ways to widely sow seeds, but he also established a sect, aggressively recruiting disciples, plundering resources, and occupying mine cave heavens.

Whenever he sensed a seed with decent aptitude, Zhang Huan would go to "comfort" them, making them even more motivated and untiringly experiencing the joy brought by cultivation.

After several years, the sect already possessed a considerable scale. Because the cultivation method was special, coupled with Zhang Huan's use of tiered levels and a mechanism where the more people one pulled in, the greater the returns, the trend of expansion became even more ferocious.

Soon, the various holy lands began to voice dissatisfaction. Someone traced the karma to make deductions, but was inversely perceived by Zhang Huan, who relied on the imperial weapon to suppress them and caused them to perish on the spot.

After several more years of superficial calm, a sage finally could not help but come to Zhang Huan's sect to perform sorcery, wanting to test the truth. Zhang Huan made an example of him to warn the others, instantly blasting him to death with a sliver of imperial power.

Only then did the various holy lands of the Big Dipper react belatedly. Unwilling to provoke a Supreme Dao force of unknown background, they eased the tension, seeming to act with a tacit understanding, and allowed Zhang Huan to possess his own territory.

Indeed, only when your fists are big do you not need to act timidly and boundlessly.

Just a few years of development had surpassed Zhang Huan's accumulated efforts of the previous twenty years.

If things continued this way, becoming a sage and creating an ancestor was also something within reach.

Although most of the sect members were low in strength and the cultivation they extracted was minimal, the quantity added up to something considerable. Even ants could bite an elephant to death.

Not to mention that every now and then, a few seeds with decent talent would bring surprises to Zhang Huan.

His current aptitude was also nourished to an above-average level among ordinary people, and his cultivation speed had picked up.

However, Zhang Huan was not satisfied. He still wanted more cultivation-assisting tools. If hundreds of millions of all beings were to gather firewood for him, then becoming a Great Sage or Quasi-Emperor would no longer be an idle fantasy!

I already have the answer for my Dao Slaying. My rise in this lifetime relies entirely on the demonic art. Since that is the case, I shall take this as my foundation, inversely slay all beings, and gather all good fortune into myself.

The demonic art grew savagely like wild grass, touted as unimaginably miraculous, and spread across every corner of the Big Dipper land.