Hu Liang Kun Demon King

Qin Yang trembled with excitement. He had ventured into this place solely for a chance at the Purple Firmament Dao Scripture; he had never spared a thought for any other treasures.

Even for the Purple Firmament Dao Scripture, after entering the secret realm, he had actually stopped holding out much hope. He had only hoped to obtain a somewhat decent cultivation method. Scripture, classic, art, formula—the four major grades of cultivation methods. His bottom line had been a method-grade one. A low-grade method-class technique was the bare minimum in his heart for Foundation Establishment.

After all, his plans before coming had been wonderful, but once inside, he discovered that danger lurked at every turn. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators were nothing more than cannon fodder here. One moment of carelessness meant death, the Dao vanishing, and not even bones left behind.

He was merely at Qi Nourishing. Though he had a bit of quick wit, he had no good Magical Artifact, no good cultivation method, and no decent secret art to protect himself. If he truly encountered danger, before absolute force that crushed ten thousand tricks, he would still die a miserable death.

He had never imagined that saving the little brat on a mere instinctive impulse, then being unable to bear watching the child's consciousness slowly fade away here and endure another tens of thousands of years of torment, and using his skill only because he wanted the child to rest in peace...

A little brat only a few years old—he had never expected to obtain something like a Skill Book from him...

Yet who could have expected three Skill Books to drop? The first two could not be used, while the third was actually the Purple Firmament Dao Scripture he had dreamed of.

Qin Yang was somewhat dazed. Thinking back on it now, he formed a few guesses.

The little brat had actually cultivated the Purple Firmament Dao Scripture. Then the father he spoke of was most likely the Purple Firmament Dao Lord.

If not for the "Pickup" skill in his possession, this Purple Firmament Dao Scripture would probably have had nothing to do with him.

A fortunate coincidence...

This was fate.

Qin Yang touched the Storage Bag hanging on his chest and muttered to himself.

"Bao Yu, don't worry. I owe you a great debt. As long as I do not die, I will definitely send you back to your father."

After thinking briefly, Qin Yang took out the Storage Bag, then brought out his finest Heavenly Silk and twisted it into a cord. He hung the Storage Bag around his neck and tucked it inside his clothes, terrified that it might be destroyed.

After calming himself for quite a while, his mind finally settled.

Feeling the True Essence flowing through his body in a gentle stream, he found that although his cultivation had fallen to the fifth layer of Qi Nourishing, his strength was greater than when he had been at the ninth layer of Qi Nourishing.

Previously, his True Essence had been like thin mist. Now, it was like lead and mercury. Merely letting True Essence flow out and drip from his fingertips onto the ground produced a ringing sound, smashing a small pit into the earth.

As his True Essence flowed, it constantly nourished his body. His five viscera and six bowels, skin, flesh, and blood were all continuously growing stronger. Moreover, he did not even need to cultivate deliberately. With every breath in and out, the spiritual energy in the air was automatically swallowed into his body and refined in the blink of an eye.

At this rate, even if he did not cultivate deliberately, he could simply lie down and sleep for half a year, then naturally advance to the ninth layer of Qi Nourishing.

Even Qin Yang felt his heart tremble with fear. It was too terrifying.

The gap between this top-tier cultivation method and the Azure Cloud Art he had practiced before was so vast that words could not describe it. He had heard of such things before, but hearing about them could never compare to experiencing them firsthand. It was even more exaggerated than the wildest legends.

Moreover, at his current pace, if he successfully reached Foundation Establishment, then with the quality and quantity of his True Essence, along with the cultivation method nourishing his body and warming his soul, once he established his foundation and stabilized his realm, he would absolutely be able to successfully perform the Shangqing Cloud Piercing Lightning Guiding Secret Method. It would be more than two minor realms sooner than he had previously expected.

The Thunderfire Divine Power would be the same. He would master it at least one major realm earlier.

All of this rested on the foundation of cultivating the Purple Firmament Dao Scripture.

After steadying his mind, Qin Yang did not continue forward according to the map's directions. Instead, he found a secluded spot, casually dug a cave, disguised it, crawled inside, and began secluded cultivation.

Now that he had found the Purple Firmament Dao Scripture, why the hell would he keep searching? He needed to cultivate properly and preserve his life. Once his cultivation stopped soaring so rapidly, he would find a way to leave this place and take Bao Yu to find his father.

Bao Yu had wandered around here for who knew how long without finding him. If the Purple Firmament Dao Lord had truly perished here in meditation, would he have watched Bao Yu suffer here without doing anything? Would Bao Yu have failed to find him?

For such a powerhouse, even if he were completely dead, as long as a trace of divine consciousness remained, he could not possibly have stood by idly for so long.

The Purple Firmament Dao Lord most likely had not died here in meditation. He could only look after leaving...

Qin Yang could no longer wait to begin his secluded cultivation...

Outside the secret realm, everyone stood at the cliff's edge, quietly waiting for movement below.

The Cheerful Ghost Creature reclined in a rocking chair with narrowed eyes, appearing to be in a good mood. Bai Yunfei was absorbed in a scroll. Xu Shen sat there with a grim expression, meditating with his eyes shut, though anyone could tell that he could not calm his mind and enter meditation. Meanwhile, Treasurer Qian hugged his Purple-Gold Abacus, clattering away at it for a while, then sighing mournfully for a while...

"Rumble..."

Thunderous roars arrived in waves as a Black Shadow rapidly spread from the horizon, like a vast black curtain being drawn from the edge of the sky, blotting out heaven and earth.

Everyone rose in horror and strained their eyes to look, only to discover that it was no heaven-shrouding curtain at all.

Space itself had been forcibly torn open, revealing a vast stretch of void. Those rolling booms were purely the mournful cry of the sky on the verge of being crushed, the turbulent sound created by the collision between the void and this world.

A pitch-black wing, like the Wings of the Hanging Sky, merged with the Boundless Void and stretched across several hundred li.

"This is bad. The opportunity here probably has nothing to do with people like us..." Treasurer Qian wore a bitter smile as he shook his head and began packing up on his own, looking ready to leave at any moment.

"Treasurer Qian? What is that?" The Cheerful Ghost Creature was greatly alarmed and hurriedly asked.

"These are the Wings of the Hanging Sky—the Hu Liang Kun Demon King. One of Hu Liang's Three Holy Sects, the Profound Heaven Holy Sect's mountain-protecting divine beast. Legend says it possesses the bloodline of the ancient Kun. With one spread of its wings, it flies three thousand li; soaring on the wind, it rises eighty thousand li. It is one of the very few demon beasts capable of directly crossing the void. For the Kun Demon King to personally cross the void as a mount, a great figure from the Profound Heaven Holy Sect must be arriving in person..."

Treasurer Qian's face was full of bitterness. He decisively retreated some distance, not daring to approach the cliff again...

Xu Shen and Bai Yunfei, beside him, looked as if bitter water were about to drip from their faces...

The Profound Heaven Holy Sect—one finger was enough to crush the Boundless Dao Academy. Though the Boundless Dao Academy's backer was also one of the Three Holy Sects, the Spirit Platform Holy Sect, the Profound Heaven Holy Sect ranked first, while the Spirit Platform Holy Sect ranked third...

Now that the Kun Demon King had personally brought over a great figure, what business did the Boundless Dao Academy have left here? And if the Spirit Platform Holy Sect learned of this, they would have to suffer the fallout all over again.

Yet before the great figure of the Profound Heaven Holy Sect arrived,

everyone suddenly caught waves of floral fragrance at the tips of their noses.

They looked toward another direction and saw flower petals filling the sky, blotting out heaven and earth like colorful clouds that obscured half the firmament.

Countless petals gathered into a river, like a flood converging from afar. Then dozens of heavenly maidens carrying flowers drifted over along the river of petals. Behind them, eight Double-Winged Dragon Horses pulled a Jade Carriage gleaming with rainbow light as it flew along the path of petals.

"Eight Dragon Horses, the Five-Colored Seven-Fragrance Carriage..." Xu Shen's face turned pale, and even his lips trembled. "The Holy Maiden of the Spirit Platform Holy Sect has come in person..."

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