No Source Qi Needed to Become Emperor

Hun Han pinched his thigh hard.

"Shush!"

The pain from his leg made Hun Han gasp, and it also made him realize that what was happening before him was real. He wasn't dreaming; the corpse of the ape, left for just one night, had truly turned into a shriveled husk.

"But this isn't scientific!"

Hun Han was puzzled. How could a corpse turn into a dried husk after just one night? It completely defied scientific logic! Suddenly, a possible reason popped into his mind.

To test this, Hun Han walked out of the cave. When he returned, he was carrying a snow-white rabbit in his hand.

The rabbit was listless. Hun Han tossed it onto the ground and then sat cross-legged again. This time, unlike last night, he didn't close his eyes. He began to circulate the body-refining technique he had obtained – the Creation Ascending Dragon Art.

As Hun Han's technique circulated, an incredible scene unfolded.

Wisps of blood floated out from the rabbit's wounds, as if drawn by some kind of magnetic field. These wisps of blood formed a beautiful, colorful ribbon in the air, and finally... they touched Hun Han's skin. A strange energy emanated from the blood, seeping into his flesh.

Although the energy was extremely thin, Hun Han could keenly sense its presence. As the technique continued to circulate, the energy nourished his skin.

"This..."

Hun Han was completely stunned.

As the blood floated away, the rabbit's corpse, which had still been somewhat elastic, turned into a dried husk before his very eyes.

"I... I did this."

After the shock, Hun Han felt even more surprised and delighted. He couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of an advanced body-refining technique from ancient times, it possesses such a peculiar ability. It can strengthen the body by devouring the blood of living beings. Indeed, it fits the saying, 'Heaven and Earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as straw dogs,' swallowing heaven and earth, seizing creation."

As long as he had enough blood, Hun Han believed that one day he would reach the terrifying realm described in the technique: fists that could shatter the sky, feet that could split the earth, and a physical body comparable to true Dragons.

"Now that I have a body-refining technique, I'm missing a Qi-condensing one!" Hun Han muttered to himself.

Fighters cultivate through three paths: body refinement, Qi condensation, and soul gathering.

Thinking of Qi-condensing techniques, Hun Han remembered the rusty black sword he had obtained from the Soul Hall's Library Pavilion.

Hun Han's finger touched his Storage Ring, and with a flick, a black sword was in his hand.

If Hun Han had chosen a technique in the Library Pavilion, he wouldn't be troubled by the lack of a Qi-condensing technique now. However, Hun Han had no regrets. The path was his to walk, and he had to drink it dry, even if it was filled with tears.

"According to Aunt Qin, to see if it's a treasure's master, you just need to see if it has gained the recognition of the treasure's spirit."

Immediately, Hun Han placed the black sword in his hand onto a protruding rock. He then sat cross-legged, drove his soul power into the black sword, and attempted to sense its spirit.

Qin Lan had said that any artifact above Earth-tier would possess a trace of spirit. If it were a Heaven-tier treasure, it could even attack enemies on its own.

Hun Han didn't know if he had succeeded. With his eyes closed, there was only darkness around him. After searching desperately, he still couldn't detect anything unusual.

"It seems this black sword isn't even Earth-tier."

Hun Han sighed. The black sword had been casually piled in that dusty room, its body lusterless and covered in rust. It seemed to be just an ordinary black sword.

"How many years has it been? This Saint has finally found a successor!"

Just as Hun Han was about to give up and open his eyes, an ancient, aged voice echoed in his mind.

"Who? Who's speaking?"

As soon as Hun Han spoke, a light, like that of a firefly, appeared in the darkness. Soon, the light grew brighter and slowly expanded, as if something was about to awaken.

Finally, this light condensed into a white-robed old man with white hair and a youthful complexion, his face etched with a resolute spirit.

Could this be the old grandpa hidden within the treasure sword?

Did he, Hun Han, also possess the protagonist's halo, having an old grandpa to accompany him on his journey?

As a transmigrator, Hun Han couldn't help but think this. Looking at the old man before him, Hun Han asked, "Old grandpa, who are you?"

The white-robed old man stroked his beard and smiled kindly, "Me? You can call me the Omni Sword Saint!"

"Omni Sword Saint?"

Hun Han mused, "So you're not a sword spirit?"

The white-robed old man replied, "Of course not. I am merely its former master. The current sword spirit has fallen into slumber. I was the one summoning you earlier!"

Hun Han asked, "Why?"

The white-robed old man replied, "Because I want to bestow upon you a great fortune and make you my Omni Sword Saint's successor. Enough of the pleasantries. I am but a wisp of a remnant soul now. Heaven has not been unkind to me; in the last three days that I can still linger, I have encountered a Fighter with an Omni Attribute spiritual root."

Hun Han was taken aback, "Old grandpa, are you saying you're dying?"

This wasn't right. Why wasn't he following the script? Old grandpas hidden in artifacts were supposed to stay with the protagonist until the very end, weren't they? Why was this old grandpa dying as soon as he met him?

The white-robed old man nodded slightly and waved his hand, sending a stream of golden light into the depths of Hun Han's sea of consciousness.

"Little one, don't be sad. Everyone dies eventually. This is the Supreme Nine Yuan Art. I obtained this Heaven-tier ancient scroll in a ruin long ago. However, at that time, it was only an incomplete version, yet it allowed me to reach the Dou Sheng realm. After my demise, through millions of years of research, I have completed it. With this scroll, even without Origin Energy, you can still break through to the Dou Di realm," the white-robed old man seemed to be explaining to himself.

Hun Han gasped. In his sea of consciousness, a relatively complete cultivation technique immediately appeared. This technique was indeed very special; only those with nine types of physiques could cultivate it.

Hun Han secretly marveled at the existence of such a heaven-defying technique on the Dou Qi Continent: becoming an Emperor without Origin Energy!

Hun Han thought of the space he was in and then asked, "Old grandpa, how do I awaken the sword spirit?"

A sword belonging to a Sword Saint should be no ordinary object.

The white-robed old man replied, "There's no need to awaken it. When the time is right, it will naturally awaken!"

"Oh."

Hun Han then asked again, "Then how can I restore this sword to its former glory?"

The old man in the white robe smiled and said, "No need to restore it. When I first obtained it, it was already like this!"

Hun Han was stunned. "What?"

After answering several questions and imparting a martial skill to Hun Han, the old man's glow grew fainter and fainter, almost transparent. Finally, in the dark space, a sentence echoed for a long time:

"Alas, my soul power is not much left. Otherwise, I could teach you a sword skill or two. Oh, right. One day, if you can ascend to the Great Desolation Plane, help me look after a woman named Mu Shanshan. If she's still alive!"

The Great Desolation Plane?

Could it be referring to the Great Ruler Plane?

Becoming a Dou Di, the plane you ascend to is the Great Ruler Plane!

Hun Han thought to himself, bowed slightly towards where the old man in the white robe had been, and said solemnly, "Senior, may you have a good journey. This junior has noted your words!"

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